World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick

One Upping The Competition!

GM #1 revealed.

The scene opens to a familiar plush office. The cameras zoom in for a closer look and stop at a very large desk. The camera lens focuses on the pile of papers laying on the desk. But before they can et a good look at the papers they are stopped.

Voice: Excuse me…

AS the camera spins around you see the very tall and monstrous form of “The Monster” Deacon Frost standing very close. Before the camera can slip a few feet away from Frost, it is surrounded by Bronx Williams and Viktor Stone.

Another voice: Gentlemen…the cameraman is our guest, please let us act in a welcoming manner.

Walking past three of the most violent men in Wrestling history, is one of the coolest, yet twisted masterminds in the business. It was Storm that pushed Ryan Lewis over the edge by having Frost attack his girlfriend. It was Storm who kept Fruit of Loom from beating the Cowboys from Hell. It was Storm who convince SNS’s nephew to turn on him. Wise or not…it is Storm that the B.o.D. have made the GM of Rampage. Storm leans against the desk as the camera is now re-focused on him.

Storm: Hello PWA fans. It has been some time now hasn’t it. At one point I was leading Chaos to the upper levels of fame…right before it all came crashing down around me. To some, that would have been a nail in the coffin. But…you see I have a ace in my pocket. You must understand that the company realizes that Unsanctioned was one of the most watched PPVs in PWA history. All due to my genius. And once again, my genius is called on to freshen up Rampage, which to be honest been getting low ratings. I mean there is only so many times you can see the battle between good and evil. And that is where I come in.

Storm straightens his tie and waves the camera in closer.

Storm: You see I’m going to make Rampage the most talked about show on TV. By any means I can. And that means to make sure that each show will have you on the edge of your seat. You don’t believe me…then you should see the card that I have planned for you. Now excuse me…I have some business to handle. I mean…as your new GM…there are plans that just must be made and actions that must be taken. Now Bronx…take that tape and make sure it reaches the broadcast crew. And mister camera man…do you mind telling me what you were looking at on my desk.

The scene suddenly ends with a loud thump and then.....

This is your life, Robinson!

The opening montage for Rampage airs, hyping the show and getting the fans in attendance psyched up for what’s about to take place. The camera then pans down to Jon McDaniel and Brian Rentfro.

Jon McDaniel: Tonight marks a new era in the history of the PWA!

Brian Rentfro: We just learned that Eli Storm has been assigned the position as one half of two new General Managers of Rampage. We don't know yet who the other one is, but what we do know is that Chamelion is no longer the GM of Rampage.

Jon McDaniel: Not that it overly matters, as he is now in the position that best suits him; the over seer of both Rampage and Chaos, and with more vacation time I hear!?

Brian Rentfro: Whatever. I can’t wait to see who the Board of Director’s chose as the second person to take over Rampage! In fact….

Hunter Sullivan’s music cuts Brian off as Hunter, Chamelion, Alex Wilkie, Orion and Matthew Engle come out on the ramp, all dressed in suits. All of them are carrying boxes wrapped in festive paper. They head to the ring which has been covered in a red carpet with streamers along the ropes and balloons tied to each corner. Inside the ring, there is a table set up with a large cake on it. The four men enter the ring and Hunter pulls a microphone from his pocket as the men set their boxes on the table.

Chamelion: Tonight, we celebrate. See, some think that the Pantheon is in dire trouble, now with the roster split and Phoenix announcing he’s going to be exclusive to Chaos. They also feel that my removal from the GM position will have a negative affect on our status here on the A Show of the PWA. Both are terrible rumors, and completely untrue. When it comes to the new GMs, I see Storm is back and I'll meet the other one later, sp we’ll get to that in due time. What’s important right now is Robbie, our glorious ‘leader’ of the Pantheon. Hunter, if you’d be so kind?

Hunter nods, taking over.

Hunter Sullivan: Thank you, Mark. Now, Last week, the Phoenix lost us the PWA tag team titles. A lot of people have been commenting this week that there are problems in the Pantheon because of that match. We're out here tonight to let you know that nothing could be further from the truth. In fact, tonight we want to celebrate the career of the Phoenix! He’s leaving Rampage to go to Chaos and dominate in the name of the Pantheon, and we want to show our appreciation. So, Rob, come on down!

The Final Countdown starts to play and the Phoenix appears at the top of the ramp, dressed in a blue suit with his GWA Global title around his waist. He makes his way to the ring to a chorus of boos from the crowd, smiling from ear to ear. He climbs into the ring and pulls out his own microphone.

Rob Robinson: Hunter... Guys, you really shouldn't have!

Hunter Sullivan: Nonsense, Rob! Tonight is all about you. After all, you are our fearless leader, right?

Rob Robinson: Please, you're gonna make me blush.

Chamelion moves over and peers at Rob’s face, confirming to all that Robs indeed a bit red around the cheeks.

Hunter Sullivan: Then let's get down to it, shall we? As you can see, we've got some cake, but first, we all brought you a little token of our esteem. Matt, do you want to go first?

Matthew Engle picks up his box from the table and hands it to Robinson.

Matthew Engle: Here you go, Rob. From one World champion to another. You deserve it, pal.

Robinson opens the package and pulls out a replica PWA World title belt with his name on the nameplate.

Rob Robinson: Thanks, Matt. This will look great next to all my other belts in my trophy case.

Hunter Sullivan: How about you, Alex? I think the new guy should go next.

Wilkie hands Robinson his box. Robinson opens it and shows the crowd a model of the PWA Dome.

Alex Wilkie: As you're so fond of saying, you did start the company and I thought you'd like a reminder of all your success.

Hunter Sullivan: That's pretty nice. Chamelion, I know you've got something pretty special there.

Chamelion pulls a much smaller box out of his pocket, claps Phoenix on the back and hands it to him. Phoenix flips the lid of the box open and pulls out a gold Rolex. He gives Chamelion a quick hug and then puts the watch on. Behind him Chamelion actually looks a bit irked by the hug.

Brian Rentfro: Wow! What a gift!

Jon McDaniel: Don't these seem more like retirement gifts to you, Brian?

Brian Rentfro: Don't be stupid, Jon! Rob's no going anywhere!

Hunter Sullivan: And now, I've saved the best for last.

On the PWA-Tron, the image switches to a vintage red Stingray Corvette. Hunter starts jingling the keys behind Robinson, who turns around, his mouth open. As he reaches for the keys, Chamelion springs forward with the Sweet Sound of Success.

Brian Rentfro: NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Phoenix throws his hands up and deflects some of it, but catches enough to knock him down. Dazed, Phoenix gets to his feet and Wilkie nails him with the Grade A Stunner, knocking him back down.

Hunter Sullivan: Matt, can you take care of the trash, please?

Engle pulls Phoenix up and then DDTs him onto his replica title belt. Hunter motions to Orion and Wilkie, who pull him up again and hold him up by the arms. Phoenix's legs are limp and he's clearly not standing under his own power.

Hunter Sullivan: You really think we'd be out here throwing you a party after last week?

Sullivan slaps Phoenix hard across the face.

Hunter Sullivan: You're a joke, Rob! You kept calling me your "protege", as if you had anything to teach me! There's only one thing I learned from you and that's to take advantage of the situation. So, you want my gift, Rob? Here it is.

Hunter pulls a folded document out of his inside jacket pocket and slaps it onto Phoenix's chest.

Hunter Sullivan: That's the contract for my GWA Global title match at Manitoba Mayhem, official thanks to Chamelion who had words with the GWA over its continued presence here in the PWA!

Phoenix is feebly struggling against Orion and Wilkie, but is clearly not going to escape.

Hunter Sullivan: Oh, look at that! The big man wants to start this early. Ok, let him go. Let's see what he's got.

Wilkie and Orion let go of Phoenix, who takes a wild swing at Hunter, but misses by a good foot. He collapses to his knees from the effort of the punch. Hunter sighs and then runs forward with the Viper Kick. Robinson collapses on the mat face first and doesn't move. Most of the Pantheon members laugh and pat each other on the back as they exit the ring, except for Chamelion. He bends down, looking at Robinson laying there and lifts his mic.

Chamelion: Sorry, kiddo, just business ya know. When you come to, however, be advised that you’re now banned from Rampage; since you seem to think Chaos is such a good home for you, you’ll be sticking to it from now on. GOT IT?

Chamelion drops the mic and rejoins the rest of the Pantheon up on the stage.

Jon McDaniel: I... I can't believe what I just saw!

Brian Rentfro: You can't believe it!?! This is the most horrible day of my life!

Jon McDaniel: Huh?

Brian Rentfro: Robinson didn't deserve any of that! Well, except the present, he deserved those, but not the beating!

Jon McDaniel: No, I mean the cake. I've never seen a cake on a wrestling show that didn't end up in someone's face before! I can't believe it!

Brian looks at Jon is astonishment, as medics attend to Robinson and the ring is cleared for the opening contest.

Meghan Nash Strader vs Xannon Alexander

Singles Match

Before the match started, when Meghan and her sister Tamika, sporting a Chaos t-shirt, spotted someone standing up at the lower bowl of the arena, rather large and cloaked, watching intently. The girls shrug it off. Match starts off favoring Xannon. Xannon hits multiple impressive moves, one most notably being a double arm DDT from the second turnbuckle. The match began to turn as the cockiness of Xannon’s overpowering Meghan truly kicks in. Meghan returns fire, and unleashes a flurry of moves including a lot of basic moves. Meghan is able to nail Xannon with the Vengeance and gets a 2 count. Xannon fights back a bit, and nails a severe swanton bomb. He almost gets the three but Meghan gets her foot on the bottom rope. Meghan kips up and turns around Xannon around and hits My Friend of Misery. She then follows up with The God That Failed. The referee lifts Xannon’s arm three times, and it falls and calls for the bell. After the match, the cloaked figure waves slowly at Meghan and disappears out the exit.

Winner: Meghan Strader (8:56)

After the match, Jon and Brian speculated on the cloaked figure and wondered if Chamelion would be adding THAT one to his list.

Engel eggs Jethro to a new level

The hard bass and drums from "The God That Failed" by Metallica kick in, along with Kirk's guitar riffs. Matthew Engel appears from backstage, dressed in his trademarked green tuxedo. He has a black silk dress shirt, black tie, and black wrestling boots. He begins to make his way down to the ring. The crowd rains cheers and boos down on him. He seems to have gained a few more cheers from last weekend, but it's barely noticeable. He has a mic in his hand, and the World Title around his waist. He slides in.

Brian Rentfro: And Engel returns to the ring!

Jon McDaniel: I'm told he's back out to address how he injured the current Intercontinental Champion, who he coincidentally is facing at Manitoba Mayhem.

Brian Rentfro: What are you gettin' at Jon?

Jon McDaniel: Oh Brian, you know. Engel gives Jethro the beating of his life, and then Chamelion announces that Jethro and Engel will face each other at Manitoba? It's all a setup man...

Brian Rentfro: Jethro will have plenty of time to recover! Don't be such a baby, Jon.

Engel removes the World Title from his waist and throws it over his right shoulder. He brings the mic to his mouth.

Matthew Engel: I'd like to ask the fans out there if they had any doubt whatsoever about witnessing a real fight last weekend?

No fans really raise their voice, but some fans show their distaste for Engel and boo him.

Matthew Engel: Ah, you can boo me all you want, but I'm not the dumbass who tried to convince you that everything is predetermined. See.. we actually fight here, unlike other companies. And that's why the PWA is one of the biggest fighting promotions in the business today, and you're looking at its Champion. There's no way you can beat around it... there's no excuses you can make. You can't deny that I'm the World Champion and that I deserve to be here.

Brian Rentfro: That's right Jon, you can't deny it.

Jon McDaniel: Doesn't mean I have to like it.

Matthew Engel: But it gets better. You all might get your wish when Manitoba Mayhem rolls around and Jethro gets the match he's been waiting for his whole life. History is gonna be made that night, that's for sure. It's going to be a night to remember. I haven't been this excited for a match since Unsanctioned, and that was a retirement match no less.

Jon McDaniel: He should have stayed retired.

Brian Rentfro: No way, Jon.

Matthew Engel: But all that excitement could be for naught... Jethro got a little taste of what it's truly like to be on the opposite side of the Pantheon. A taste that's coming for a few other people too. I really hope he can make it September 20th... it'd be a shame if he didn--

"Thank God I'm A Country Boy" by John Denver hits the sound system and Engel looks toward the stage, a bit shocked. Jethro appears from backstage looking a little banged up and wearing a neck brace. He walks on down the ramp, shuffling a bit and looking like he is in extreme pain.

Brian Rentfro: What's he doing here?! He wasn't cleared to be here!

Jon McDaniel: He wasn't cleared to wrestle, Brian, which he isn't. But he can still be here.

The crowd goes crazy for Jethro, and he raises his right arm in the air to show his appreciation. Engel shakes his head as John Denver quiets down. Jethro steps up the ring stairs and through the ropes to stand in front of Matthew. They are both so close to each other that the Intercontinental and World Titles are touching.

Matthew Engel: If you only knew how much I hate that song, Hayes.

Jethro cracks a smile, and lifts his own mic up to his mouth wincing a bit from the pain.

Jethro Hayes: Why's that, Matthew? Cause it signifies the arrival of someone with morals? Someone who stands for what is right and not easy?

Matthew Engel: Not really, I'm just not a country fan.

More boos from the crowd for Engel. We are in Georgia after all.

Jethro Hayes: You know what Matthew, I'm finding it really hard to forgive you for what you did to me last week. Not only was it uncalled for, but you screwed around with my match AND Sunshine Warrior's match. You gave him a cheap win, and he's about as upset over that as me. Neither of us wanted our match to end like that because we follow a few things like honor and respect, two things that seem to be lacking in your character. You want to attack me, fine, you want to try and put me out... fine. But when you cost another man a clean victory over me...(forehead to forehead with Engel) that crosses the line Engel.

Matthew Engel: I don't want your forgiveness, Hayes. I could care less. But you're gonna thank me someday, I promise you that.

Jethro Hayes: Thank you? For injuring my neck? For costing what could have been match of the night, a clean victory for either side? Oh Matthew, I'm as thankful as they come, but that, is something I will never thank you for.

Matthew Engel: It's a message to you, Hayes. It's a lesson. You need to wake the hell up and realize that you're never going to beat me if you can't compromise. I'm not asking you to cheat, I'm not asking you to beat me down with four of your buddies.

Jethro Hayes: Like you and your buddies do?

Matthew Engel: I'm trying to teach you that you need to dig down deep and give me everything you got, and do whatever it takes to win. You want this title, don't you Hayes? Yeah I can see it in those dumb eyes of yours. You want this so bad, but you're afraid to admit that you're not above this gold. You're afraid to admit that you feel its temptation just as much as any of us.

Jethro Hayes: Oh it tempts me Engel, but it only tempts me so that I can get it off of your waist and onto one's waist who deserves it. I don't care if that person is me, Riona, or whomever it is, as long as a Pantheon member isn't the one holding tightly to this belt like it is their lifeline to immortality. I will do everything I can to make sure that you don't walk out with any gold at Manitoba Mayhem. I will do everything within my power that is honorable and legal, and if that's not good enough, then I will keep trying. I will keep fighting the good fight until the Pantheon is no --

Engel turns and slams the turnbuckle as hard as he can, and the thud echoes in the arena.


Jethro lowers his mic and smiles.

Brian Rentfro: Engel's gettin' a little crazy now.

Jon McDaniel: Yeah Brian, I don't like this situation for Hayes.

Matthew Engel: You fight me like a man, Jethro. You fight me like you have nothing to lose. You fight me with every fiber of your being and you do whatever it takes to win. Whatever it takes! You need to change your *beep*ing attitude around and get something straight: you're going to need to compromise your principles in order to beat me. Whether you agree with that or not, it's the damn truth. You don't heed my advice? You don't follow what I'm saying? And I'm going to do more than what I did last weekend. I'm going to end your career before you ever step foot in Manitoba, because I don't want to fight someone pretending to be a noble warrior. I want to fight someone that will die to see me lose.

And if you can step into that role, Jethro, I promise you you're going to be thanking me and I promise you our match will be the best match in all of PWA's glorious history.

Jon McDaniel: That's a bold statement, Brian. We've witnessed some fantastic matches since 1999.

Brian Rentfro: I'll give you that, Jon.

Matthew is back standing in front of Jethro, but they are no longer forehead to forehead; Jethro looks nonchalantly at Matthew.

Jethro Hayes: I get it, Matt. I know you want to push me over the edge and play these mind games. You want me to follow a different path, because you know that if you get under my skin that you're going to have the advantage and I won't be able to beat you. So you go ahead, Matt, with your threats of ending my career. But I won't compromise myself for you. The fans don't deserve that. They deserve a champion they can look up to, and while you are a great wrestler, you're not a hero. And the PWA needs a hero.

Matthew Engel: You think you are so damn high and mighty Hayes, get over yourself! Step up and be a man!

Jethro looks on, calm, cool, but in a bit of pain.

Jethro Hayes: You want me to step up, use weapons, use any means necessary?

Matthew Engel: Exactly! That is what I've been saying this entire time.

Jethro Hayes: Since we are in the Bible belt and I believe in the Good Book, it has a phrase in there, a verse.

Matthew Engel: Don't preach to me Hayes.

Jethro Hayes: It says to "Do unto others as you'd have them do unto you. So at Manitoba Mayhem... you want me to do what you do? I will...

The crowd is shocked silent.

Jethro Hayes: As a last resort, I shall turn my cheek until there are no more cheeks to turn Engel.

Matthew Engel: Heh. We'll see about that, Jethro. Just remember what I said, and if you don't take my advice, not only am I going to take your title at Manitoba, but I'm going to cripple you.

Jon McDaniel: Oh Hayes didn't like that one bit! He's charging Engel!

Brian Rentfro: What the hell is he doing?! Engel will tear him apart!

Hayes pulls up short as Engel goes to swing, but Jethro is smiling at the World Champion. Jethro points behind Matthew where Bubba J is standing steel chair in hand.

Jethro Hayes: Oh, not right now Engel, but how does it feel when there is competition when it comes to some Mind Games?

Engel scoffs back at Jethro as Bubba J smiles, both Jethro and Bubba J step out of the ring.

Bubba J: We'll deal with it later Engel, you... and me.

Engel smirks at Bubba's remark, who starts up the rampway followed by Jethro, but Hayes keeps facing Engel while Bubba J faces the backstage curtain. Jethro clears his throat.

Jethro Hayes: One last bit of information to you, Engel...

Matthew looks down at Jethro, who pulls off his neckbrace.

Jethro Hayes: I've been cleared to wrestle, the doc wasn't happy about having to do it and he said I should wait another week, but I'll be competing next week Matthew... I'll be competing next week.

The crowd cheers as Matthew's mouth opens slightly. Engel climbs out of the ring with his World Title and heads backstage himself as "The God That Failed" cements his exit from the ring momentarily.

Hard Hittin & High Flyin vs Renegade Souljahs

Tag-Team Match

Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first, at a total combined weight of five hundred and twenty-nine pounds, the team of Giant Maxx and Justin Moreno... Hard Hittin' and High Flyin'!

(The lights turn green and blue as "Sensi" by Long Beach Dub All-Stars starts to play over the P.A. system as Justin Moreno comes out wearing his ring gear and Giant Maxx comes out with his as Allison Moreno stands to the side of them, throwing Mardi Gras beads out to the crowd. Justin
and Giant Maxx look at each other and bump fists as Giant Maxx jumps up and down like a hyper kid on his way to the ring while J-Mo tags hands with as
many fans as he can get to. Giant Maxx and Justin Moreno each give their trademark sunglasses and teddy bear away to their opposite sides of the entrance
ramp before they nod to each other and slide in the ring with Allison cheering them on. Once they get in the ring, Giant Maxx starts doing the cabbage
patch as J-Mo starts break dancing in the middle of the ring before he kips up to his feet and slaps hands with Giant Maxx as the music dies down and they
wait for their opponent.

Jon McDaniel: It is the debut match of Justin Moreno and Giant Maxx, do you think they can get the job done against the Renegade Souljahz?

Brian Rentfro: Not a chance, they have a better chance in understanding Riona's mindset.

Eric Emerson: Introducing their tag team opponents, at a total combined weight of four hundred and twenty-five pounds... The Renegade Souljahz

I’m a Souljah hits the P.A. System as Ryan Ross and Mark Zout step mout from behind the curtain. “Hailing from SEATTLE WASHINGTON, weighing in at four
hundred and twenty five pounds they are the former two time PWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS they are “The” RENEGADE SOULJAHZ” Ryan Ross start the ascent first taking
slow long strides of the stage and on to the ramp, followed by a taunting Mark Zout who instantly gets into a word exchange with a heated mark. Ryan pauses
to let his partner finish his banter and to Check out any fine looking women in the aisle way. Zout walks past his partner while slowly sneaking up and
scaring a youngster in the audience causing him to jump into his mother’s arms. Ryan chuckles every time and shortly follows his partner’s path down to
ring side. Both men step close to the ring Mark waltzes to the steps as Ryan smoothly slides into the ring under the bottom rope with a loud chorus of
boos haunting them as they enter the PWA’s battlefield. Ryan takes the corner nearest to him and thrust his arms out to his side signaling at his waist.
Mark hopes over the top rope and bounds up the corner nearest him throwing his arms out telling the crowd to get on there knees and bow to the king of
the world. Both men hope off the turn buckles and go to their corner waiting for their match to start. .

Ding Ding

Zout and Justin lock up in the center of the ring, Justin with a wristlock on Zout sends him into the ropes, back body sends, no wait. Mark Zout flips and lands on his feet, he drops to the mat, sweeping the legs of Justin Moreno out from under him. Zout pulls Justin up to his feet and Irish whips him into the ropes, Justin rebounds with a springboard backfist right into Mark's face sending him backwards . Moreno charges in with a shoulder block flipping Zout backwards over his diving body, Zout catches himself on the ropes to turn around, delivering a swift kick to the back of Justin's skull. Moreno hits the canvas but valiantly struggles back up to his hands and knees, Zout with a running bulldog takes him down to the canvas, Mark reaches up to tag in Ryan Ross. Ryan climbs to the top turnbuckle, diving with a knee drop across Justin's exposed shoulder. Zout out of the ring quickly to hold onto the tag rope, Ross tosses Justin back in the corner.

Jon McDaniel: The Renegade Souljahz working well together.

Brian Rentfro: No different than usual.

Ross with a chop to Justin's chest before he climbs up, tags in Zout, and monkey flips Justin out of the corner. Zout leaps from the top turnbuckle with a moonsault landing squarely on Justin, he hooks the leg. But here comes Giant Maxx to stop the pin before it gets started. Ross dives in towards the big man, Maxx pounds him on the back with a big forearm before tossing him back into his corner. Maxx lifts Zout up, throwing him to the corner as well, but Zout plants his feet on the middle rope and comes back with a spinning kick to Maxx's head, the big man catches him and plants him with a ring shattering sit-out spinebuster. The referee warns Maxx to get out of the ring or his team will be disqualified. Maxx helps Justin up before getting out of the ring, Justin tags in his partner and friend, Giant Maxx. Maxx comes into the squared circle, legal this time.

Brian Rentfro: That guy is huge.

Jon McDaniel: No denying the obvious Brian.

Maxx lifts Zout up again, double handed chokeslam, but no, a knee clip from Ryan Ross drops the big man to one knee and Zout holds at his throat on the canvas. Ross back up quickly sending Justin to the canvas with a drop toe hold and then unceremoneously tossing him to the outside. Zout and Ross send Maxx into the ropes as the referee is trying to get Ross out of the ring. Ross and Zout with a double dropkick drops Maxx into the ropes. Both men charge, but Maxx with a double clothesline takes them both down and now Ross rolls out of the ring. Zout is breathing heavily and holding at his back, Maxx lifts Zout up... sidewalk slam to the canvas and he hooks the leg.

One... Two... Ryan Ross leaps from the top turnbuckle with a leg drop breaking up the pin. Maxx reaches over and past the referee to grab Ross by the throat and send him into the ropes, Justin grabs his ankle and Ross kisses the canvas hard. Maxx lifts Zout back up, gorilla press slam to the canvas and Zout is in no position of superiority here against this man; he clutches at his throat and gasps for air. Mark is trying to crawl away and is in a corner when Maxx comes over to place a boot on his already sore throat. Zout with a rapid series of punches to Maxx's little Maxxes and the big man feels that, all too well. The referee admonishes Zout for the underhanded tactic but when he turns his back again, Zout lifts a boot into his crotch following it up with a lifted knee as well. Maxx grunts from the series of blows and holds at himself. Zout reaches behind himself and there is Ryan Ross, the tag is made. Ross leaps from the top turnbuckle with a flying clothesline sending Maxx down flat on his back. Ross quickly with a crossface on the big man, but he easily powers up from the mat. The referee is watching on and doesn't see Zout as he comes in with a boot to Maxx's rear sending him back down to the canvas. Here comes Justin Moreno, him and Zout clash together with a series of rights and lefts. Justin with a right hand, Zout with a right to match the blow. Ryan decides that he can't lock the crossface on properly, so he exchanges it for a side headlock and tries to wear down his neck in hopes of a submission victory. Zout with a side headlock on Justin as well, Moreno lifts Zout up, atomic drop sends Zout into a corner. Justin leaps over the top rope, grabs Zout's head, and slams it into the padding in a awesome looking move. Moreno catches himself on the apron to spin around delivering a knee to Zout's midsection through the ropes. Justin grabs the top rope in both hands and flips himself over the top rope, sitting down on Mark Zout's back with something that looks like a butt splash. Justin rushes over, delivering a punt kick to Ryan's skull and getting him off of his partner, Giant Maxx. Maxx looks greatful and is holding at his neck, rubbing it slightly with his big hand. Justin goes through the ropes and Maxx tags him into the contest.

Justin comes over to pick Ross up for some more punishment, but Ross with a stiff jab to his midsection doubles him over; Ross shouts over to Mark, who somehow pulls himself up. Ross gets Justin up in a powerbomb position and Zout leaps from the top turnbuckle riding Justin's face down to the canvas for a pin attempt. Ross falls to the side nailing Giant Maxx with an elbow sending him down to the floor.

Brian Rentfro: What We Think Of Canada!

One... Two... Three.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Eric Emerson: Winners of the match, the team of "King of the World" Mark Zout and "Wrestling Royalty" Ryan Ross... The Renegade Souljahz!

"I'm A Soulja" hits the PA system again as Ryan Ross and Mark Zout leave the ring much to the sound of the booing fans.

Orion vs Riona Langly

Singles Match

Jon McDaniel: Brian, we have a disturbance backstage.

Brian Rentfro: Well, get some cameras back there then!

The camera cuts back stage to show Emperor Ian and Matthew Engel throwing fists into each other's heads, sides, and basically anywhere they can land a punch. Orion has the sledge hammer from last week and is waiting on the perfect oppurtunity to swing at Ian, he prepares. But Riona grabs the head of the hammer, spins Orion around and plants him with a DDT. Orion isn't out though as him and Riona begin to roll around in the eating area, where the wrestlers go and eat after a match. Orion picks Riona up, but she slams his face right into a pan of macaroni and cheese before slapping the taste right out of his mouth.

Jon McDaniel: Riona just slapped the mac and cheese right out of Orion's mouth.

Brian Rentfro: But here comes Engel.

Engel charges at Riona, but Ian trips him and he slams head first into a pile of cardboard boxes sending them flying each and every way. Orion goes for a body slam on Riona, but before he can get her up, about twenty security guards come and get in between these four superstars.

Brian Rentfro: Why is it, that every time there is something this interesting happening, those pig wannabes ruin it?

Jon McDaniel: Because they were supposed to be having a match right now, but instead they were fighting backstage.

Brian Rentfro: Well, make it a Falls Count Anywhere match then.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the match between Orion and Riona Langly has been declared a no contest.

The crowd boos, they want to see these two stars go at each other's throat.

Brian Rentfro: See, the fans want to see it.

Jon McDaniel: It is completely out of my control, we have to do what the boss says.

The Order of Chaos Has A Warning for Rampage

Jon McDaniel: That was crazy!

Brian Rentfro: Of course you'd think anything is crazy with your feeble mind, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: What's your problem? Why do you always have to-

Suddenly "Ave Maria" from the Hitman Series sounds out across the arena, as Jon McDaniel and Brian Rentfro turn to each other in shock.

Brian Rentfro: Wait a second...

Jon McDaniel: Is that what I think it is?

The tron blackens before a skull and crossbones emblem appears in the center of the black screen. Three distinct words begin to appear, being carved out with a knife over the tron. They leave a trickling flow of blood on the screen with the words "Order of Chaos" appearing in their wake.

Brian Rentfro: No way! They're here on Rampage!?!

Jon McDaniel: They've come to bring war!

The word "Chaos" boldens and the crowd, now realizing who it is begins to boo loudly. Suddenly Simon Kalis and Masakazu appear on the massive tron, both of them smiling and sitting back in recliners. The music fades, but the booing does not.

Brian Rentfro: Of course they're not even here.

Jon McDaniel: I didn't think so.

Simon Kalis waits for the crowd to quit booing before he speaks.

Simon Kalis: It's quite simple you see. I'm a true Hero to the people! Why would you boo me?

They boo some more, even louder this time.

Jon McDaniel: I don't think someone dedicated to the destruction of Rampage is going to get a big cheer from her fans...

Brian Rentfro: I almost like him...

Simon Kalis: This is a message, plain and simple. I am gracing your beloved show to inform you your time as the kings of the PWA is at an end! The war is HERE!

The crowd begins to chant "RAMPAGE! RAMPAGE! RAMPAGE!" against Kalis.

Simon Kalis: Chaos is the superior brand. It hurts, I know. I understand. But what do you have here? Pantheon? Give me a break. Let Riona get to them and I'm sure she'd take them one by one.

This time Kalis gets a mixed reaction from the crowd, yet some still decide to boo him.

Masakazu: Don't be afraid... We'll make it an easy death for all of Rampage. This is no offense to-

The fans interrupt loudly with a chorus of boos, chanting an expletive towards The Order of Chaos which cannot be repeated.

Masakazu: You will understand what true talent is. What true honor is. It is ironic you boo us, your liberators when you've been corrupted by the venemous Pantheon and her numerous whores. Who split their legs open wide and watch as the others feed off of them. Just as Babylon was before her fall, just as Rome was before hers...

Simon Kalis: So are you too, Rampage. So are you too.

They boo as loud as they can now, although there are scattered cheers here and there.

Brian Rentfro: I'm not sure if I like them or hate them? They're about destruction, good. They're about the destruction of Rampage, not good.

Jon McDaniel: Well, that'd put us out of work wouldn't it?

Brian Rentfro: What can I say? I'm a masochist.

Simon Kalis: Consider yourself forewarned...

Masakazu: ...we're coming!

The screen and arena black out as "Ave Maria" plays once more, soft and calming in an ironic twist to what just occured. The logo for PWA's Chaos is all that remains on the screen.

Jon McDaniel: This war has only just begun...

Brian Rentfro: But who died and left him in charge of Chaos?

Jon McDaniel: What're you saying?

Brian Rentfro: Hopefully someone puts him in his place!

As Jon shakes his head, we do a quick cut backstage with Chamelion. He has his long list out, adding Order of Chaos to the bottom under cloaked figure. Sighing heavily, he caps the pen and walks off.

Tyson vs Lacey Gloria

Singles Match

Eric Emerson: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first, from Kansas City, Missouri, weighing in at 260lbs, he is TYSON!

Tyson walks to the stage sticks his arms out and gold sparkles fall from the roof walks down the ramp like Chris Benoit. He goes in the ring on the top turnbuckle gold sparkles fall on the ring.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, she hails from Boston, Massachusetts; LACEY GLORIA!

Lacey walks to the ring. Yes, that’s it, she walks to the ring. If she really wanted to do more, she would have informed the PWA front offices with a thing called an ENTRANCE!

Jon McDaniel: I have to say, I am most interested in this contest, considering the words that Lacey and Tyson have had this week.

Brian Rentfro: Words? You call those words? Tyson is a foul mouthed, vulgar, insincere jerk, with no respect towards Lacey, and he can’t even tell that she’s a lady!

Jon McDaniel: You like him, don’t you?

Brian Rentfro: Much!

Jon actually grins as the bell rings and Tyson and Lacey circle each other, each weary about the other’s first move. Just then, the crowd reacts as Chamelion comes walking down the ramp with a sheet of paper in his hand. He reaches the ring and motions the referee over. The ref comes over and Chamelion keeps his attention as he points out something on the sheet of paper.

Jon McDaniel: Now why would Chamelion be out here now, of all times, discussing PWA Business with the referee, who should be concentrating on this match!?

Brian Rentfro: Maybe it’s something serious, you know what a good business man Chamelion is.

Meanwhile, with the ref’s back turned, Tyson comes forward for a lock up, but Lacey swiftly swings her leg forward, connecting harshly with a very delicate area between Tyson’s legs. As Tyson bends over, grasping himself in terrible pain, Lacey grabs him and hits the Glory Gloria! Chamelion suddenly concludes his business and nonchalantly points to the ring. The ref turns, sees the pin attempt and drops to count.





Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, LACEY GLORIA!

Jon McDaniel: I don’t think I have words for this.

Brian Rentfro: That’s okay, neither did Tyson. I think we’ll move on to our next match!

The Kumquat Kid vs Rhyno

Singles Match

Eric Emerson: The following match is scheduled for one fall, with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first, from Kansas City, Missouri, he is RHYNO!

Walks out and lifts his hands up into a diamond shape then brings um down then the firecrackers go off and then runs to the ring.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, from Dade City, Florida, weighing in at 200lbs, he is Ryan Lewis, the KUMQUAT KID!

Orange pyros explode as "Look At Me I'm A Winner" by The Aquabats hits the PA system. Out on the stage, bouncing up and down and getting the crowd on their feet is The Kumquat Kid, in his shimmering green wind pants and orange K.o.A. t-shirt. He slaps high fives with fans as his friend and manager Dunk follows close behind tossing kumquats from a small mesh bag into the crowd. Ryan flips over the ropes and into the ring. He scales a turnbuckle and yells "VIVA LA KUMQUAT!" before ripping off his wind pants revealing the shimmering lime green trunks with the words "Squeeze Me" in orange text under a shiny kumquat. He tosses his shirt into the crowd and leaps off the turnbuckle, doing a little dance to his music before it dies down. Dunk then hands KK a bananna and he begins eating it for energy.

Jon McDaniel: Okay, so what do we have to say about this match!?

Brian Rentfro: Well, we have Ryan Lewis, a former W4F World Champion, coming back to the PWA with intentions of rising back to the top… and his opponent….who, um…

Jon McDaniel: Umm?

Brian Rentfro: Can we say his name on this program? I never checked.

Jon McDaniel: Emerson did, so I assume its okay.

Brian Rentfro: But Emerson has no personality what so ever, he’d not be afraid of getting sued.

Jon McDaniel: Good point. All I know is this guy doesn’t like to follow the rules of the PWA, and is only slightly higher on the evolutionary scale then Tyson.

Brian Rentfro: And he has to deal with our resident comedian, skilled veteran and a former world champion? How… pleasant this match will be.


The match begins and Rhyno goes for a gore… I mean, spear, or some sort of move that resembles an attempt to tackle Ryan Lewis. Ryan sidesteps Rhyno however, accidently dropping his banana peel and Rhyno slips on it and hits the turn buckle. Looking apologetic to the referee, who shrugs, Ryan hits a leg sweep followed by a standing moonsault splash and covers.





Eric Emerson: The winner of the match, The Kumquat Kid, RYAN LEWIS!

Brian Rentfro: Why do we announce time limits in matches like these?

Jon McDaniel: I have no clue.

Suddenly the lights flicker and a gong is heard. The smoke fills the arena as Raizzor makes his way down to the ring to the mixture of cheers and boos. Ryan has no idea what to expect as the Soul-Taker enters the ring. Raizzor slowly moves over to Ryan and says a few quiet words. Ryan nods and exits, both relieved not to have to deal with Raizzor and seemingly amused at what Raizzor said.

Brian Rentfro: Okay, now what!?

Raizzor looks at Rhyno and then without fan fare, picks the man up who had just been regaining his senses and flips him over and drives Rhyno down with a tombstone shoulder breaker! The crowd erupts at this, and then on stage, Chamelion can be seen with a mic in hand.

Chamelion: In case anyone is wondering, that’s just a message being sent. See, next week, Tyson and Rhyno, who seem to share a common ideal when it comes to how they handle themselves… and I do mean.. HANDLE themselves… that they will be tag team partners… and their opponents… Why, it’ll be us, the Krymson Dragons! Thank you for your time.

Jon McDaniel: Okay… pardon me if this doesn’t make a whole hell of a lot of sense. Why would the Pantheon be wasting their times with these two?

Brian Rentfro: I know they try to push their opponents to be the best they can be… but don’t those two know anything about lost causes!?

Jon shrugs as Raizzor exits the ring to join his brother on stage and we cut to a commercial break.

Marxx vs Chad Kurtis

Singles Match

Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit, introducing first, from Paducah Kentucky, he weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds... "The Show" Chad Kurtis!

The lights go out and you hear the soundbyte, 'Ali said I'm the greatest' then on the PWA-tron a old style movie house clip advertising
the snack bar comes on then 'Cocky' hit the speakers and pryos go off as 'The Show' makes his way to the ring.

The arena is under a dimmed light. Only the tron is flashing as "Shackler's Revenge" from Guns 'N Roses plays through the arena. All
of a sudden, four bright spotlights starts turning around like on a red carpet and stops all of a sudden, doing a "X" form with their rays of light. Red
and blue spotlights turns in circles over the crowd as Marxx appears from the entrance ramp, wearing his signature black leather coat.

He walks to a side of the ramp, raising his arm, then walks to the other side, where he does the same thing. While walking to a side to another, we could
notice he was dancing a little bit. After, he comes back to the middle of the entrance ramp as he motions the crowd to cheer louder with his hands each
sides of him. From there, he puts his arms in front of his face in his usual X, and then drops them quickly at each sides of him, a huge smile on his face.
He let go a "Woo!" before starting his walk to the ring.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, from New Brunswick, Canada, by the way of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: Marxx!

He starts walking on the ramp, clapping in the nearest fans hands. He stops in front of the ring, then turns back by the fans as he takes off his leather
coat to the crowd's excitement. Then, he rolls inside the ring and jumps on a corner, where he does an X with his arms in front of his face before dropping
them to each side. He jumps off the turnbuckle and does the same thing on the opposite side before going back to his corner, where he starts stretching.

Ding Ding

Collar and elbow in the center of the ring, Marxx drops down to one knee, lifts Chad Kurtis up on his shoulder and drops... no wait, Chad Kurtis spins around with a DDT sending Marxx down to the ground. Chad pulls Marxx back up, the former PWA World Champion with a uppercut to Chad's face backs the Rebel Pro star up from him, Marxx with a chop sends Chad back into the corner. Marxx grabs a wrist and sends Chad into the other corner, Marxx charges right after. Chad scales the turnbuckles, back flipping over Marxx, dropkick sends Marxx face first into the corner. Marxx's head bounces off of the padding and he turns into a leg lariat that nearly decapitates him in the corner.

Brian Rentfro: Chad Kurtis is used to the garbage wrestling in Rebel Pro.

Jon McDaniel: Correct me if I am wrong, but I haven't seen any hardcore style yet from Chad Kurtis.

Brian Rentfro: ...

Chad goes over the top rope, but manages to catch himself by holding onto the top rope, Marxx catches him with a forearm, a right, and a front facelock. Marxx lifts him up... and... over the top rope, but Chad manages to land on his feet, in prime position for a reverse DDT, but Marxx places his feet on the ropes and shoves himself backwards catching Chad Kurtis off-guard. Both men go down to the canvas, but Marxx is up a bit quicker and pulling Chad Kurtis back up to his feet, knee to his ribs sends him into the corner. Marxx with a shoulder block and he lifts Chad up to the top turnbuckle for a top rope superplex, Marxx is in position. Chad throws a right, Marxx throws a right of his own, Chad with another and Marxx retaliates with one of his own. Chad shoves Marxx backwards, but he manages to grab Chad's wrist and both men fly off the top turnbuckle to crash and burn in the center of the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Crash... and burn.

Jon McDaniel: What action from these two men here in Chad's first PWA match.

Marxx pulls himself up by sheer will and drops an elbow across Chad's sternum, but knows he can't make the cover just yet, he knows it will take something big. Marxx climbs up to the top turnbuckle and perches there, waiting. He doesn't have to wait long as Chad gets himself to a vertical position and turns to find Marxx leaping from the top turnbuckle with a flying cross body, Chad with a standing dropkick sends Marxx down to the canvas, Chad climbs up to the top turnbuckle, going for his BME, he leaps, but Marxx lifts double knees into Chad's gut and The Show isn't feeling too good right now. Marxx rolls over and up to his feet, bringing Chad with him, forearm to his face and he plants his face into the top turnbuckle. Marxx hooks him in a front facelock, grabs the tights, and lifts him up, planting him with a suplex into a bridging pin.

One... Two... Thr--Chad able to kick out of the pin and the fans are loving these two men go at it here in this contest. Marxx rolls up to his feet, followed quickly by Chad Kurtis, they charge at each other, Chad ducks under the clothesline attempt, wrapping both arms around Marxx's waist. German suplex into a bridging pin attempt.

One... Two... Thr-- Marxx able to kick out and roll over to his feet as Chad Kurtis gets back up to his. Another charge, Marxx leaps over the bent over Chad Kurtis, he hits the ropes, springboard back fist into Chad's face takes him down to one knee. Marxx pulls Chad back up,locks his head in and turns with a swinging neckbreaker down to the mat. Marxx rolls over again and hits the ropes, leg drop to Chad and he hooks the leg.

One... Two... Thr--Chad able to roll his shoulder up.

Jon McDaniel: These two men do not know the word quit.

Brian Rentfro: Wish they did.

Marxx leans over Chad, pulling him up to his feet, Dragon Screw leg whip sends Marxx back down to the canvas. Chad hits the ropes, jumps over the downed Marxx, to spring back with a 450 degrees splash onto Marxx, he hooks the leg.

One... Two... Thr--Marxx able to kick out just in time and keep this fast paced match going. Chad pulls the former World Champ up to his feet, throwing him into the ropes, but Marxx reverses the whip and Chad is sent into the ropes. Marxx follows quickly on his heels and clotheslines Chad over the top rope to the floor. Marxx hits the ropes, grabs the top rope, and launches himself over the top rope with a suicide plancha onto the rising Chad Kurtis; both men go down to the floor.

Brian Rentfro: Now, this is getting interesting.

Jon McDaniel: I doubt either of these men will use weapons out here.

Brian Rentfro: It is what Chad Kurtis is known for.

Jon McDaniel: How many weapons has he used here in this match?

Brian Rentfro: ...

Marxx uses the announce table to pull himself up as Chad uses the ring apron, Marxx rushes over with a lifted knee, but Chad Kurtis catches the knee and a sit-out spinebuster sends Marxx's back slamming hard onto the floor. Chad gets up and rolls Marxx back into the ring as the referee's count reaches six and he follows up to the apron. Chad looks out at the crowd, looks down on Marxx, andsprings to the top rope, he holds the top rope and both legs are spread, balancing himself. Hejumps forward while flipping backwards landing squarely on Marxx, but he is in the ropes and can't make a proper pin. Chad gets up to pull Marxx out from the ropes and Marxx trips him by pulling his ankle out from under him. Chad sits heavily on the canvas, Marxx with a quick clothesline sends him flat on his back.

He pulls Chad back up to his feet and gets the Rebel Pro star on his shoulders, getting ready to hit the Leaving Marxx when yes, you should expect this by now, Chamelion comes down to the ring in a hurry. Marxx drops Chad to the canvas and comes to the ropes where Chamelion is at and they exchange heated words. However, Marxx suddenly realizes his error… pissed that he fell for the trick that every fan at home says they’d never fall for. He turns, and Chad nails a punch to Marxx's midsection and sensing the golden oppurtunity, Chad places Marxx's head between his legs and flips forward, using his weight to come down in a seated position.

Jon McDaniel: CK Finale for Marxx! With a distraction by Chamelion.

Brian Rentfro: The simpletons usually fall for the easy tricks!

Chad makes the cover.




Ding! Ding! Ding!

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, winner of the match... "The Show" Chad... Kurtis!

"Cocky" queues back up as Chad Kurtis rolls out of the ring and begins to head backstage. Meanwhile, Chamelion slides into the ring on his belly, his face inches from Marxx who lays there stunned, and Chamelion grins deviously as we hear him say.

Chamelion: Didn’t think I’d forgotten about you, huh? See ya in two weeks!

Chamelion rolls out of the ring, smirking as he walks up the ramp as Jon and Brian comment on their upcoming match at the PPV, and how this will affect them.

The second new General Manager is....?

While the ring is being cleared and Marxx is helped backstage, we catch up to Chamelion, who is now walking down the corridore, humming to himself and goes past the catering area. Chamelion suddenly stops, a look of confusion on his face. Taking a few steps backwards, Chamelion notices a man standing at the catering table. Chamelion shakes his head as he walks to the table, and taps the man on the shoulder. To the excitment of the crowd, the man turns his head, and we see none other than former PWA champion Mark McNasty; plate full of food in his hand.

Chamelion: Didn't I fire you once?

McNasty: Only once? Man I figured it'd be more by now.

Chamelion: Keep it up and it will be.

McNasty: Oh always the comedian Cham. I saw what you did to Marxx out there. Typical Chamelion. Would you like a piece of crabcake? It's scrumptious.

Chamelion: No thanks. Besides, I believe the catering I ordered is only for PWA talent.

McNasty looks takenback.

McNasty: Oops...guess I shouldn't be offering any to you then. Sorry Cham.

Chamelion: Now who's the comedian? So, what brings you here, and how did you get past security?

McNasty: Oh Cham, I'm always the funny one between us. I'm Jerry Lewis to your Jimmy Dean. As for your other questions, you're in my backyard. This is Hotlanta!

The cheap pop works great with the Atlanta crowd. McNasty flashes his trademark smile and waits for the pop to die down.

McNasty: As for your other question, welllllll, the BOD brought me here. Said something about, you threatoning them, and them wanting to...what did they say...that they wanted to stick it to you...SO, they made me commish. Go figure.

McNasty laughs.

McNasty: Stupid bastards. They must not know you and me are best of buddies.

Chamelion: *sighs* I knew it, deep down that they'd pick someone like you. Guess they don't care much for Rampage's success.

Chamelion grins.

Chamelion: But, you did hear my announcement last week, right?

McNasty stuffs a piece of sliced chicken into his mouth.

McNasty: Oh that is freakin' delectable. Oh, and yeah I did Chammy. But like I said, the BOD said something like," Knowing me, I'd find someway to make your life miserable." Once again, I just don't know what those dummies were thinking. You and me,

McNasty grabs Chamelion around the shoulder and pulls him in uncomfortably close where both mens shoulders are pressed together.

McNasty:We're tighter than Robs...wife....

McNasty starts laughing uncontrollably, still never letting Cham go.

McNasty:Sorry, couldn't say that with a straight face.

Chamelion rolls his eyes, shoulder's tensing.

Chamelion: You may be commish of Rampage, kddo, and maybe I can't outright fire you. But get your arms off me before I do something far, far worse.

McNasty smirks, and punches Cham in the shoulder.

McNasty: Always the kidder Cham. Anyway, I suppose I should get rolling anyway. I gotta meet with the new big cheese. Nice guy, nice guy. You two should get along, just fine.

McNasty smirks. He walks off screen as Chamelion shakes his head in disgust. McNasty quickly darts back on, gets a hand full of food, and plops it onto his plate. McNasty looks up at Cham, flashes his trademark smile, and speaks.

McNasty: See ya later, best bud.

McNasty disappears. Chamelion stands there for a moment, thinking.

Chamelion: Could be worse, I suppose, at least they didn't hire Jamie Flynn.

Chamelion walks off, only for a PWA TV to fade into the next segment, stopping Chamelion in his tracks.

The Warnings Increase

He watches the flickering TV screen as it suddenly stops flickering as the words “I am coming and now the time grows ever more near. Count them closely three, three short weeks and I will be at your door.” scroll across the TV. The TV goes back to static as the camera pans out showing a small run down motel room. Lestat walks out from the bathroom rubbing a towel through his long locks. He looks to the camera and nods tossing the towel around his neck showing off his 6-pack abs. He sits down on the bed and stares to the camera.

Lestat: Hello and Welcome. You are just a bit early, Ravyn isn’t here, but that is neither here nor there. I can give you the abridged version of what needs to be said.

Tosses the towel to the floor and grabs the shirt lying next to him. He puts the shirt on and pulls his hair out from under it.

Lestat: Chamelion, the grand owner of the PWA, you know by seeing me whom has sent the many warnings, which until you take time to heed them they will continue. And, if you don’t know who is sending them you have it narrowed down to three of us. You are probably wondering is it Mr. Showtime, Fire, or I even who is so bent out of shape wanting to destroy you. Now, all of these options make sense. Mr. Showtime, once married to Fire, he might want revenge for how you played a fool of Fire. Myself, because I have always cared for Fire deeply, and would perhaps want to destroy you for what you did to her. And, last but not least Fire, she might want her own revenge for the way you treated her. So now, you have three names to add to your list without really knowing which one is truly after you.

The door to the room can be heard opening.

Female: Camera do not turn around I’m not ready for PWA to see my face just yet.

Lestat: Welcome back Ravyn.

Ravyn: Thanks Lestat. Now PWA owner Chamelion I am sure Lestat has filled you in on most of what I was asked to tell you so I will not rehash it. But my question is who do you think is really coming for you? Have you figured it out? Do you even know if it is male or female who seeks to end you? Now, of course I know the answer to this, but do you?

Lestat smirks as the scene fades back to the arena. Chamelion stands there, scratching his head and shrugs.

Chamelion: Fire, Showtime, Lestat, Ravyn; you ask me who I think it is after me? Let me ask you a simple question in return.

He smirks.

Chamelion: Do I care!?

Chamelion saunters off, realizing that he's been monopolizing Rampage and it's time to send it back to the ring.

Alex Wilkie vs Emperor Ian

Singles Match

For a second the crowd sits in silence, when two screaming rockets fire off from the light rig around the ring and set off a large set of fireworks on the stage, which kicks off "Ready to Roll" By Jet Black Stare. The song hits the PA system hard, and out from behind the curtain comes "Grade "A Alex Wilkie, a Kendo Stick in his hand and a hood that covers half his face and looks like a hawk. he smacks the kendo stick on the ground before walking down the ramp.

Eric Emmerson: "Ladies and Gentlemen, Making his way to the ring weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, hailing from The City of Sin! He is GRADE A. ALEX WIIIILLLLKIE!!!"

He psyches out a few fans who were asking for high fives and poses for a couple of pictures before sliding under the bottom rope, he runs to the side of where all the camera's are facing and hops up to the middle rope, giving a pair of Devil horns before hopping down, he throws off his hood in the center of the ring and throws the his vest off outside the ring. The music fades.

Jon McDaniel: Look's like Wilkie is ready to fight tonight! He must have to redeem himself in the eyes of the Pantheon after his blow up last week!

Brian Rentfro: Why would he! He took out Marxx, he wouldn't need to redeem himself, he may have done Chamelion a favor...

Wilkie goes for a microphone at the side of the ring and looks very sternly out to the crowd, he waits for the boo's to subside before he finally raises the microphone to his mouth.

Wilkie: So last week... Some of you decided to start calling me a Sell-Out... much like Pohatu, and alot of the others in the backroom...

He shakes his head as the crowd begins to chant “Sell-out!”

Wilkie: What I find hilarious is that probably none of you peasants know what a sell-out actually is... and just because I joined Pantheon... knowing I would not only be part of the strongest group in the PWA today... but I'd also have the back-up and partners I need to win...

The crowd continues to shout “Sell-Out!”

Wilkie: and none of you actually realize that I didn't do this for you fans... I couldn't are less about any of you... I did it for myself... and tonight... I'll not only defeat Emporer For myself... and by myself... but I'll also do it in the name of The Pantheon to send a message to the Apostle of Ares, and their pitiful little resistance.

"Manic Depression" by Carnivore plays as Emperor Ian walks to the ring as fast as he can, ignoring the fans.

Wilkie meets Ian half way out of the ring, he immediatly begins to pound into him, both Ian and Wilkie start to trade punches outside the ring! Wilkie stops a couple shots and delivers a few hard rights before he whips Emporer Ian into the ring post!

Jon McDaniel: The match hasn't even started yet and already Wilkie has taken over this match!

Brian Rentfro: Come on Wilkie! Show those Apostles!

Wilkie grabs Ian's arm and begins to crank on his shoulder, he delivers a few hard kicks before he throws him into the turnbuckle post again! The ref begins to shout for Wilkie to get back in the ring, Alex obliges and throws Ian into the ring the ref calls for the bell!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Jon McDaniel: This is sick, Ian didn't even start and Wilkie already has the upper hand!

Alex smirks alittle and struts around the ring before he goes for a very loose pin!


Kick out!

Ian rolls out of the pin and pulls himself up with the help of the ropes, Alex begins to stalk him like the predator stalks its prey.

Jon McDaniel: Even if Ian was able to kick out of that, he must be hurting from that attack just before the match!

Brian Rentfro: I wouldn't be surprised if this was a Pantheon plan too!

Alex grabs Ian and throws him down, he quickly locks him into an Arm bar, Ian yells out in pain as Alex locks in the hold tightly! The ref asks him if he wants to tap out and Alex twists hard on the arm bar!

Jon McDaniel: Alex obviously working on that shoulder!

Brian Rentfro: This is definitely a Pantheon plan to take Ian out before Manitoba Mayhem!

Ian just barely reaches the bottome rope to grab hold of it like his life depends on it, the ref calls for Alex to break the hold and then begins to count, Alex releases the hold at 4!

Jon McDaniel: Wilkie is going to damage Ian as much as possible before the end of this match, It's obvious he's become the Pantheon's problem solver

Brian Rentfro: Maybe not the problem solver but he certainly knows that Ian must be dealt with as he conflicts with The Pantheon's interests!

Jon McDaniel: Like I said, he's a problem solver...

Alex poses for the crowd a bit as he turns around and is met with a hard elbow to the jaw from Ian! Alex quickly grabs his balance on the ropes but Ian quickly clothes him so he flies over the top rope! He hits the ground hard and Ian rolls out of the ring to continue his assault.

Jon McDaniel: Ian taking over the match now!

Brian Rentfro: Yeah! With a cheap shot! What a cheat!

Jon McDaniel: Wow Really?

Alex picks himself up and Ian grabs him by the back of the head and quickly drops him with a hard right! Ian throws him against the apron, his hand still on the back of Alex's head, he smashes his face against the outside apron! Ian quickly delivers another hard right and smashes his face back down! The ref gets to the seven count and Ian rolls under the rope quickly.

Jon McDaniel: Ian taking a page out of Wilkie's book and using the ring as a weapon!

Brian Rentfro: Come on Alex! This is child's play for you!

Ian rolls out of the ring and Alex quickly rolls into the ring... he backs up quickly and faces Ian who rolls under the rope only to be hit by a hard baseball slide! Ian flies out of the ring and Alex quickly spring boards off the middle rope and goes for a cross body! Ian rolls out of the way though and Alex smashes against the floor!

Jon McDaniel: a daredevil move ends in tragedy for Wilkie!

Brian Rentfro: No way!

Outside the ring, Ian slowly gets up, Alex stirs a bit but does not move at all. Ian slowly gets up to his feet and grabs Alex's foot he pulls him towards the ring and rolls under the rope to break up the ring-out count. He picks Alex up and throws him under the bottom rope. He goes for a loose pin.



Kick out!!

The crowd ooo's as Ian looks rather frustrated. Alex begins to stir again. He pulls himself up as Ian quickly Irish whips him into the nearest turnbuckle, Ian climbs up to the top rope and starts to deliver the ten punches!





Alex quickly reverse Ian on the fifth punch and delivers a hard one right back, Ian hits Alex with another shot, but Alex quickly grabs him and drops him off the turnbuckle with a power bomb!!

Jon McDaniel: Ian's ten punches cut short as Alex knocks him off the top turnbuckle!! Alex quickly goes for a hard Lionsault and comes down on Ian hard! He hooks both of Ian's legs quickly!





Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen! Here is your winner “Grade A” Alex Wilkie!!

Alex rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair and a Microphone.

Alex: “Ian, I'm still going to make an example out of you for any one who runs their mouths about the Pantheon!

He rolls under the bottom rope and just barely misses Ian as Ian slips out of the ring and up the ramp, grabbing his tag title from the referee.

Alex: “And let that be a lesson to all of you who think they can stand against The Pantheon!”

Wilkie drops the chair and walks out of the ring.

An offer?

The scene opens up backstage before the main event, and we see Tamika Nash Strader heading towards the locker room of Bubba J. She knocks and it’s answered by the redneck himself. Bubba motions for her to come in. Tamika takes a seat on the bench as Bubba J is lacing up his boots.

TNS: Tonight Bubba, this is more than revenge on your friend. You’re representing our brand of entertainment tonight.

Bubba J: I’ve never let anyone tell me what to do, especially a wench.

Tamika just looks at Bubba J, as he spits into a bucket beside him.

TNS: I’ll put it simply Bubba, if you win tonight it could mean big things for you on Chaos.

Bubba J: What do you mean ‘big things’?

Before we can here Tamika’s response we fade back to Jon McDaniels and Brian Rentfro at ringside.

Matthew Engel vs Bubba J

Rampage vs Chaos Main Event

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, our final match of the evening is scheduled for one pinfall of submission and has a thirty minute time limit! Introducing first...

The smashing guitar riffs of "Alcohol" hit the speakers and from the back walks The Ragin' Redneck Bubba. In his right hand he holds a bottle of liquor and he looks out at the crowd.

Eric Emerson: From Durham, North Carolina, he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two hundred and fifty pounds... The Ragin' Redneck... Bubba!

Bubba nods at the announcement of his name before walking slowly down to the entrance ramp. He gets some cheers, some boos, but all in all it is a mixed reaction. He walks up the ring steps and into the ring where he climbs the turnbuckle and chugs a gulp of the liquor in the bottle before putting the lid back on and setting it in his corner.

Jon McDaniel: Bubba looks ready to go.

Brian Rentfro: He's boozin'! They might accept that kind of behavior on Chaos but we don't tolerate that here!

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin...

The hard bass and drums from "The God That Failed" kick in, along with Kirk's guitar riffs. Matthew Engel appears from backstage, dressed in his trademarked green tuxedo. He has a black silk dress shirt, black tie, and black wrestling boots. Of course, his World Title is strapped around his waist. He begins to make his way down to the ring.

Eric Emerson: Standing exactly six feet and weighing two hundred and fifteen pounds...

Matthew Engel makes it down to the ring and slides in. He hands off the World Title to referee Lance Weston. He takes off his jacket, dress shirt, and tie to reveal a wife-beater shirt.

Eric Emerson: He is the PWA World Heavyweight Champion... he is.. MATTHEW "VIRUS" ENGEL!

He begins to stretch and get ready for his match as "The God That Failed" fades.

Jon McDaniel: Certainly no love lost between these two, especially after last week.

Brian Rentfro: Bubba getting involved is gonna be a huge mistake for him.

Jon McDaniel: Maybe Engel shouldn't have taken out Jethro like that!

Brian Rentfro: Well it don't matter now! Jethro's fine!


Bubba immediately goes after Engel and nails him with a right hook. Bubba attacks viciously with lefts and rights, but Engel blocks the majority of them. Bubba sneaks in a big left that connects with Engel's jaw. Bubba kicks Engel low and hits him with a DDT. Bubba is quick to his feet and begins to stomp on Engel. He gets down in Engel's face and shares some not-so-kind words and then gives him one final stomp to the back of the head.

Jon McDaniel: Bubba taking it to the champ here early, sending him a message.

Brian Rentfro: Oh yeah?

Jon McDaniel: Bubba said it all week! Win or lose, he wants a fight!

Bubba gets Engel to his feet and sends him to the ropes. Bubba tries to telegraph a body drop, but Engel nails Bubba with a knee strike to the face. Engel quickly hits Bubba with a roundhouse that sends Bubba against the ropes, and Engel clotheslines Bubba to the outside! Engel grabs his jaw and a breather.

Jon McDaniel: Bubba landed pretty hard on the outside there. And the World Champ is taking a break.

Brian Rentfro: He's smart Jon.

Jon McDaniel: Or he's scared!

The referee begins the count as Engel relaxes in the ring with a smile.


Brian Rentfro: Bubba better start gettin' up!

Movement from Bubba. He gets to a knee.


Bubba is up to his feet and grabs the rope to pull himself up, but Engel connects with a baseball slide!


Brian Rentfro: OUCH! That's gotta hurt! Bubba flew back and hit the barricade!

Jon McDaniel: Looks like the champ is determined to keep Bubba out of the ring!


Bubba shakes his head and gets to his feet. He gives Engel the middle finger and slides into the ring. The count stops. Engel attacks and hits Bubba with a right hook and then a left. Engel connects with a series of kicks and punches and throws Bubba into the corner. Engel walks calmly to the opposite corner, and then turns and sprints towards Bubba. He leaps into the air and goes for a corner splash!

Jon McDaniel: Engel misses! Bubba moved out of the way just in time.

Brian Rentfro: Bubba is going to town on Engel now!

Engel gets rocked a few times by Bubba, and Bubba reels back trying to deal a knockout blow, but Engel moves out of the way, grabbing Bubba's left arm in the process and locks in a standing armbar.

Jon McDaniel: Bubba looks like he's in a lot of pain from that armbar.

Brian Rentfro: Engel is pretty strong.

Engel releases the standing armbar, holding his hands away from Bubba as Lance Weston threatens a disqualification. Engel then locks the armbar back on and spins around, dragging Bubba down to the mat face-first with the armbar still applied.

Jon McDaniel: Good move by the champ there.

Brian Rentfro: No surprise!

Jon McDaniel: And Bubba forces himself up, and he takes Matt down with a snap suplex!

Brian Rentfro: A little mat wrestling from Bubba!

Both men to their feet and Bubba swings wildly. Engel sidesteps and slams his knee into Bubba's stomach. Engel whips him into the corner, charging in afterwards with a Yakuza Kick.

Jon McDaniel: And it looks like Bubba fired back, but Engel put it out.

Brian Rentfro: That's why he's World Champion, Jon. He feels for one moment that his opponent gets a little momentum and he'll do what it takes to remove the wind from his sails.

Virus delivers forearm after forearm to Bubba, dragging him to the center of the ring following each shot by his hair, and then boots him in the midsection, doubling him over. Engel hits the ropes, and then looks for a swinging neckbreaker, but Bubba begins to move out of the way. Engel barely connects with the running cravate, causing Bubba to fall to his side and brace himself with his hands rather than land directly on the back of his neck.

Jon McDaniel: And he didn't get all of that one!

Matt, visibly frustrated, gets to his feet and then drops a knee across Bubba's forehead. He covers, driving his forearm into Bubba's cheek.



KICK OUT! Virus delivers a pair of unprotected elbows to Bubba's temple, and then hooks a leg this time.




Brian Rentfro: Engel's upset, but he's gotta calm it down and wear Bubba down some more.

Jon McDaniel: For once we are in agreement.

Brian Rentfro: Bubba looks a little dazed!

Virus argues with the referee for a few moments, causing him to back into a corner. Matt makes sure to not touch the referee at all, simply intimidate him, and this allows Bubba to get to a knee. Matt turns around, and is met with a big boot to the face and gets knocked down to the mat.

Jon McDaniel: And a well-placed big boot by Bubba!

Virus gets to his feet and then Bubba charges in with a pair of rights. He whips Engel into the ropes, ducks a clothesline attempt, and then charges towards Engel before he has a chance to rebound off the ropes again. Engel turns around for the rebound, but gets knocked out onto the apron with a diving back elbow to the collarbone by Bubba.

Brian Rentfro: Ouch!

Jon McDaniel: Bubba's trying to build that momentum, but will Engel let him do it?

Engel pulls himself to his feet on the apron, and Bubba leaps to the middle turnbuckle, kicking off and turning around for a diving lariat towards Matthew. Engel ducks the lariat, and Bubba lands on a knee, rolling over to lessen the impact. Matthew springboards up to the top rope, but Bubba pulls on the top rope, causing Matt to lose his balance and fall face-first to the mat. Bubba calmly walks over and kicks Matt in the side of his head, and then brings him to his feet.

Jon McDaniel: Bubba looks like he's back in control for the mean time.

Bubba hits a knife edge chop across Virus's chest, and then whips him into the ropes.

Fans: WHOOO!!

Engel rebounds and leapfrogs over Bubba's back body drop attempt, standing with his back to the rising Bubba. Bubba turns with an attempt at a right hook, but Virus jumps up and rolls forward, shoving both of his feet into Bubba's midsection before rolling to the apron quick.

Brian Rentfro: Donkey Kick by Engel, and he rolls to the apron...

Bubba charges, but eats a shoulderblock to the midsection, doubling him over in the process. Virus then slingshots himself over the top rope, turning his body to the side, and catches Bubba with a diving school boy.

Jon McDaniel: 1! 2!!

Bubba forces himself out of the basic hold, and then rolls backwards to his feet. Engel catches him with a boot to the midsection, and then whips him into the corner. Bubba leaps up to the top turnbuckle, but Matthew charges in and nails a picture-perfect dropkick to Bubba's tailbone, causing him to crotch himself across the top turnbuckle.

Fans: OOOOOH!!

Brian Rentfro: God...that hurt ME...and I'm over here.

Bubba winces, one hand on the top rope to steady himself while the other holds his male parts, and Virus climbs the turnbuckles behind him, locking on a rear waistlock. He brings Bubba up so that he's standing on the top rope, and then follows him up.

Jon McDaniel: Both men on the top rope, and Engel is trying for something big.

Virus goes to throw Bubba off behind him, but Bubba fires with a quick elbow to Matthew's temple. He breaks the rear waistlock and then turns around, dropping Matt down to a seated position on the top turnbuckle pad. Bubba fires back with a few elbows to the top of Engel's head, and then hits a knee to Matt's face, causing him to fall backwards into a Tree of Woe.

Brian Rentfro: Bubba climbs down to the apron.

Bubba turns to Virus, grabbing Matt by his jaw and then wrenching back with a reverse chinlock.

Jon McDaniel: And Bubba dishes out some prime punishment of his own!

Lance Weston: Hey, Bubba, break it up! 1! 2! Break the hold!

Bubba releases the chinlock, shoo'ing the referee away, and then hops up onto the apron as Engel releases himself from the Tree of Woe, crumbling into a heap in the corner. Bubba begins climbing up the ropes on the outside, perching himself on the top turnbuckle, and Virus then kips up to his feet, sprinting up the corner buckles and grabbing Bubba in a loose front facelock.


Both men lie in ring, Bubba face-down holding the back of his head and kicking at the mat while Virus stares up at the rafters catching his breath, and the referee checks on both men.

Ref: 1! 2!

Virus rolls onto his stomach, forcing himself to a knee. He shakes out the cobwebs, and then gets to his feet, backing into the ropes.

Jon McDaniel: Virus up, and it looks like Bubba may not even know where he is!

Ref: 3! 4! 5!

Bubba rolls onto his back, swatting at the air, and then sits up, his eyes glazed over.

Ref: 6! 7!

Engel steps out onto the apron, both of his hands gripping the top rope. He moves his fingers in anticipation as Bubba gets to his feet, his back to Matthew. Bubba backs up into the center of the ring, and then turns around.

Brian Rentfro: And it looks like Virus had this all planned out!

Virus springboards off the top rope with a somersault plancha attempt, but Bubba takes a step back and catches his legs, driving him to the mat with a powerbomb.

Jon McDaniel: And Bubba holds on!



Engel kicks out!

Brian Rentfro: Bubba actually wanted to win that time? Amazing. I thought he was all about punishing Engel.

Jon McDaniel: And he has been!

Bubba gets Engel to his feet and throws him out of the ring. Bubba follows and drops an elbow over the top of Engel's head.

Lance Weston: 1!

Jon McDaniel: Lance starts the count again.. Bubba doesn't care about winning, Brian, he wants to punish Engel!

Lance Weston: 2!

Bubba throws Engel head-first into the barricade. The champ tries to fight back and catches Bubba with a right hand, but Bubba shakes it off and stomps on Engel's back.

Lance Weston: 3!

Engel crawls toward the rampway and Bubba gets him to his feet. Engel reverses with an elbow into Bubba's stomach and then takes Bubba down on the steel with an ace cutter!

Brian Rentfro: Big move from Engel there! Maybe that will buy him some time to get back in the ring.

Engel gets to his feet and turns toward the ring.

Lance Weston: 4!

The crowd is going crazy and Engel starts to walk to the ring, and Bubba is still down.

Lance Weston: 5!

Engel reaches the ring and the crowd begins to boo him. A "FIGHT!" chant breaks out.

Lance Weston: 6!

Engel grabs the ropes, but stops.

Jon McDaniel: What's he doing? If Engel gets in the ring, Bubba is gonna be counted out! He wants to win doesn't he?

Brian Rentfro: Maybe he wants what Bubba wants!

Engel lets go of the ropes and turns toward Bubba, who's at a knee.

Lance Weston: 7!

Engel races towards Bubba and hits him in the head with a flying knee!

Lance Weston: 8!

Jon McDaniel: WHAT!? Engel is not going to get a cheap win tonight! He's gonna punish Bubba!

Engel lays into Bubba with lefts and rights and then gets him to his feet. Bubba fights back with a right hook, then Engel, then Bubba. They go back and forth!

Lance Weston: 9!

Brian Rentfro: Bubba and Engel are battling on the stage Jon and they don't care about the match anymore! The crowd is going CRAZY!

Lance Weston: 10!!!!

Engel and Bubba are at the top of the stage, and Engel kicks Bubba low and then slams his fist into Bubba's face. Bubba goes down to a knee.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen.. due to a double count-out... this match has resulted in a DRAW!!!!

Engel looks up to the ring, a look of disappointment flashes over his face. The crowd continues to roar with a "FIGHT!" chant. Engel is near the edge, and Bubba comes to and nails a distracted Engel with a kick, and then hits him with the Trailer Park Trash!

Jon McDaniel: GOOD GOD! Trailer Park Trash!

Brian Rentfro: OH NO! The impact from the move sent Engel over the edge!

Engel falls over thirty feet to the ground area below. The crowd falls silent for a moment and Bubba looks over the edge with a big smile.

Jon McDaniel: Engel might be seriously hurt folks... EMTs are rushing down to the ground area by the stage to take care of him.

Brian Rentfro: That was cheap! The match was over!

Jon McDaniel: Some would say that Engel got what he deserves.

Brian Rentfro: Idiots would say that, Jon! He's our World Champion!

The two announcers continue to argue as the EMTs work on Engel and security ushers Bubba J away. The crowd is on their feet, trying to get a better view of what happened as the PWA Logo fades into the corner.

(C) PWA 2009

Bye Bye Bye

As the PWA Logo appears, it cuts suddenly to outside the arena. We see Eli Storm and Jack Wheeler, GMs of Rampage and Chaos standing together. They shake hands as Storm hands Wheeler an envelope. As this occurs, Hunter and Chamelion are seen walking into view, animatedly discussing what just happened and what they're going to do about it. They stop, as Chamelion immediately senses something and Eli turns and smiles at them while Wheeler gets in his car and drives away.

Eli Storm: Just the man I wanted to see!

The look Eli gives is directed to Hunter Sullivan, and Chamelion chimes in, angryly.

Chamelion: And exactly why do you need to talk to Hunter?

Eli gives Chamelion a cool stare.

Eli Storm: I would say the business is between him and I, but since it affects you as well, stick around and listen.

Both Pantheon members glare back at Eli as he turns to Hunter.

Eli Storm: I just struck a deal with Jack Wheeler over on Chaos. Since you have a certified contract for the GWA title at Manitoba Mayhem against The Phoenix, who of course is now exclusive to Chaos, then it only seemed fair for Wheeler and I to come to terms.

Hunter: And what terms are these, Eli!?

Hunter says his name in a very female way that causes Storm to cross his eyes as he holds in his temper. The news he’s about to reveal saves him from breaking.

Eli Storm: Hunter Sullivan, I want to congratulate you. You are the first official member of the PWA roster to be DRAFTED to Chaos!

Chamelion and Hunter’s jaws drop and Chamelion steps in.

Chamelion: You can’t do this! I’ll override it!

Eli Storm: Actually, I can, and you can’t. See, this contract is between both GM’s of both shows, and approved by the Board of Directors. It’s out of your hands… kiddo!

Eli Storm turns away, smiling in satisfaction, leaving the two Pantheon members standing there in shock, as Rampage goes off the air.