World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick


We see backstage as Riona Langly walks to the ring, following her are the Apostles of Ares, except for Viktor Stone. She stops and stares at the camera...


Suddenly you can hear the dragging guitar riff of PUDDLE OF MUDD's "Famous".

'Hollywood Hills
Pocket Full Of Shells
Sunset Drag And I Havn't Even Slept All Day'

KC Bomber is shown jogging in place getting ready for his next match up.

'Zone In, Somethings Gotta Give
Might As Well Live It Up Until The Fat Lady Sings'

Riona Langly is shown in the gym, working a punching bag, with each strike you can see her focused rage flow through her arm into the impact on the bag.

‘U Want, U Got It, Its Every Thing U Dream..'

Marxx is shown grabbing his IC Championship. As he turns around you can see Shadow Starr leaning against the wall cracking his knuckles.

'Cuz I Just Wanna Be Famous
Be So xxxxxxx Jaded, Cuz All The Playboy Bunnies Take My Money From Me'

The song picks up, the camera returns to normal, and a steady drumbeat plays. Letters slowly begin to display themselves on the black screen.


The words crumble away as you see Emperor Ian in the locker room, taping his fists. Getting ready for war. That switches to the picture of Matthew Engel standing in the middle of the ring with the PWA World's Heavyweight Title, a spotlight on him and the glittering gold while shadows of the Rampage roster staree at him from the outside.

'Show Up At The Oscars
Smoke Out Dennis Hopper
The Money Is For Nothing
And The Chicks Are For Free
Yea I Wanna Be..'

The screen switches to the announce table and shoots all over the arena as the crowd goes nuts. Pyros shoot all over the arena as the cameras focus on the announce table.

Jon McDaniel: Hello everyone and welcome to SATURDAY NIGHT RAMPAGE! I'm Jon McDaniel, and as always, we've got my broadcast partner, the man who failed his Doctor of Love exam, Brian Rentfro.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, well, I passed the make-up exam... all night long baby!

Jon McDaniel: Real classy...

The announcers don't get very far into their banter though...

### Today... my name... is pain... ###

The lights dim as a haunting melody begins to play over the PA system. As the chimes play out, flashes on the otherwise blackened ADCTron show a slideshow of violence during war throughout the ages... A guitar kicks in, adding to the melody as the speed of the images picks up, more sights being added as well as almost subliminal messages of PAIN, VIOLENCE, HELL, WAR... The guitar stops it's long riff and kicks in with the drums as the lights start to pulse red, the with more violence screaming across the ADCTron... Photos of Riona Langly mix into the slideshow, showing matches against Jamie Flynn, The Phoenix, Hunter Sullivan, SNS, Corey Lazarus, and Viktor Stone...

### Tonight... Tonight... ###
### Tonight... ###

A very low, angry growl as the lights flicker wildly, while remaining deeply red....

### GO! ###

"The New Ministry" from Walls of Jericho is in full force as a familiar spotlight lights up right behind the entrance way. Stepping out in front of it is of course, Riona Langly, her head down soaking in the ambiance...

### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your passion ###
### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your heart ###

Riona lifts her head up and screams, snapping off her crux pose as criss-crossing red pyro fires off in front of her. The pyrotechnics shoot off 5 times before coming to an end, the lights in the arena returning to normal as Riona begins her walk down to the ring, with Lacey Gloria, Johnny Maverick, and Jacob Figgins following behind her.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentleman, Riona Langly, Lacey Gloria, Johnny Maverick, and Jacob Figgins... They are the APOSTLES OF ARES!!!

### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Now and forever ###
### Tonight... is... ours... ###

Riona stops at the end of the entrance ramp, the others walking past her and sliding into the ring as she stands there rolling her fists.

### Live out your dream ###
### With everything you have inside you ###
### This world can't hold us back forever! ###
### forever... FOREVER...###
### FORVER... FOREVER... ###

Riona dead leaps herself onto the ring apron and slings herself over the top rope and into the ring.

### We Bleed Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your passion ###
### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your heart ###

Riona walks over to Eric Emerson and holds out her hand... and she is given his mic.

### Tonight is ours ###
### Now and forever ###
### Tonight is ours ###

Jon McDaniel: It seems as though we're going to be addressed by Riona Langly to start the show off...

Brian Rentfro: DUH! I thought she was out here to, like, give out candy or something.

Jon McDaniel: Halloween was last week.

Riona: Will the both of you shut it?! The sooner that you two shut up, the sooner I can start speaking, and the sooner that I can say what I came out here to say. I know that Trent and Chad are in the back right now waiting for me to finish, so can I go ahead and get all of this over with?

Nods from the two announcers as they take off their headsets.

Riona: Good boys. Now... as I mentioned in my video on Friday night, I had some things I needed to get off of my chest regarding WarGames. Now, there's a rumor flying about that Chamelion is having Hunter on the show tonight to talk about Good vs. Evil, so why don't I just stick a poker in those coals a bit. Hunter Sullivan... you are a patsy. All that stuff about the perfect match, it was all a perfectly designed ploy in order for you to accept the match. I did meet with Eli Storm and with Joe BoXer about it beforehand, just because I knew I could get you to lock in the match... Chamelion would have said no way... After all, his legacy would be up to others to defend, and the big boss just can't handle such things, right? And after what I did last week, and he deserved all of it mind you, I couldn't exactly go up and expect him to do anything except try and murder him.

Riona smirks and flips the mic into her other hand idly.

Riona: Now... why WarGames? Because, it was the only way I could see this ending. An orgy of brutality... 2 rings, a giant cage surrounding the whole mess... I've seen it used over and over again as a bloodletting finale to the most violent and despicable fueds in all of wrestling history. And for the Pantheon... no greater fate could be given to them. I told Hunter the truth on Wednesday... Immortality is there for the taking for all those that step into the cage. I'm ready, the Apostles behind me, we're ready... And by the way... 5 person teams. There are 4 people behind me... Lacey, Johnny, Figgins... they're ready to pay the ultimate price to end the reign of the False Gods that stand on top of the PWA. My 5th member... will be revealed on Chaos this week. Hunter... the ball is in YOUR court. You have a chance to remove me from your sight... can you do it? So many others, they've failed.

Riona holds her arms out.

Riona: End me Hunter... do it. Get the Gods together and destroy this mortal... But know this. I told this to Kalis... If I fall from Heaven, I'm taking Mount Olympus down with me. The Gods are going to descend into my special brand of Hell... I hope they're ready.

Tossing the mic to Eric Emerson, Riona snaps off a crux pose, screaming...

Brian Rentfro: That was pointless. We all sort of knew that those 3 would be with her...

Jon McDaniel: Yeah, but still... Who will be their 5th?

Brian Rentfro: Doesn't matter. The Pantheon is unstoppable and at Good vs. Evil, the Apostles are FINISHED.

Riona leads her team out of the ring and towards the back as we cut to a commercial.

Trent Bradley vs. 'The Show' Chad Kurtis

The lights dim inside the arena as the crowd hushes. "Ali said I'm the greatest" then on the Starrtron a old style movie house clip advertising the snack bar comes on. Kid Rock's "Cocky" hits over the speakers and pryos go off as "The Show" Chad Kurtis makes his way to the ring while the fans cheer.

Eric Emerson: The following match is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first, now fighting out of Durham, North Carolina…he is “THE SHOW”….CHAD KURTIS!!!

Jon McDaniel: Chad Kurtis has his back against the wall. He's hit quite a skid lately, and he's coming up against perhaps the best technical wrestler in the PWA.

Brian Rentfro: Wait, he's not wrestling me tonight...

Jon McDaniel: Brian, you think an STF is something you get after a night with a prostitute.

As Kurtis stretches in the ring, "Battle Without Honor or Humanity" by Tomoyasu Hotei begins to play over the loud speakers.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent, from Scranton, Pennsylvania... this is "Main Event" Trent Bradley!!!

Trent Bradley enters the arena slowly with a cocky smirk on his face wearing a sleeveless red and black knee length robe. The crowd boos loudly as Bradley struts to the ring. Bradley wipes his boots on the apron, gets into the ring, and taunts Chad Kurtis from across the ring.

Brian Rentfro: Trent Bradley is a smug, arrogant, cocky son-of-a-bitch... I love him!

Jon McDaniel: You would.

The two men circle each and lock up in center ring. Bradley latches on a side headlock. Chad Kurtis sends him bouncing into the ropes, and catches him on the rebound with a dropkick to the jaw.

Jon McDaniel: Perfectly executed dropkick by Chad Kurtis!

Kurtis turns Bradley's chest bright red with a series of knife edge chops. Chad whips him into the corner and follows him in with a splash. Bradley is dazed and stumbling around as Chad rolls him up from behind with an Oklahoma roll.

1... 2... KICKOUT!

Jon McDaniel: Chad tried to catch him napping.

Brian Rentfro: Trent is just toying with him. You'll see.

Kurtis scoops Trent up and slams him to the mat. He signals to the crowd and goes to the top rope.

Jon McDaniel: Chad Kurtis is going to take to the air!

Kurtis attempts a splash, but Bradley moves at the last second.

Brian Rentfro: Crash and burn!

Bradley grabs Kurtis by the arm and delivers a short arm clothesline. Trent drops a fist and begins stomping away. Bradley pulls Kurtis up by the air and slaps him in the face. Chad Kurtis throws a punch, but his arm is caught and Trent delivers a devastating head-and-arm suplex. Bradley floats over for a cover.

1... 2... KICKOUT!!!

Trent takes Chad Kurtis over with a snapmare, bounces off the ropes, and delivers a knee to the back of the head.

Jon McDaniel: Trent is in total control right now.

Brian Rentfro: When he gets into a zone, Bradley can absolutely dissect an opponent.

Bradley backs Kurtis up to the turnbuckle with a series of palm strikes followed by an overhead belly-to-belly suplex. Trent covers.

1... 2... KICKOUT!!!

Trent argues with the referee, allowing Chad Kurtis to recover. When Bradley turns back around, Kurtis takes him over with a hurricanrana.

Jon McDaniel: Rare mental error by the veteran Trent Bradley.

Chad Kurtis hits a spiral legdrop followed by a series of mounted punches. The crowd cheers after each shot. Bradley struggles back to his feet but is met with a boot to the gut and a quick DDT. Bradley is prone on the mat. Chad Kurtis signals to the crowd and delivers a spectacular double jump moonsault. He goes for the cover.

1... 2... KICKOUT!!!

Jon McDaniel: Bradley came within a milisecond of losing this match!

Brian Rentfro: C'mon Trent!

Jon McDaniel: So much for objectivity...

Chad takes his t-shirt off and throws it into the crowd. He signals for his finisher, the CK Finale. He boots Trent in the gut and sets him up. As he flips over, Bradley powers him back forward and locks in the Keystone Klutch, an angled Texas cloverleaf.


Brian Rentfro: There's no escape from this hold, Jonny.

Chad screams in agony, and finally taps out. Bradley holds on for a few seconds more before finally releasing the hold. "Battle Without Honor or Humanity" by Tomoyasu Hotei plays as Bradley celebrates. The referee helps Chad Kurtis, who is clutching his lower back, to the locker room.

Eric Emerson: Your winner, by submission... "Main Event" Tren...

Bradley grabs the microphone from Emerson and begins to speak in the middle of the ring, still catching his breath from the match.

Trent Bradley: "Kill that music for a second. Looks like nobody had the guts to accept my challenge. Can't say I blame them. Well it looks like since the prey won't come to me, I'm going to have to hunt it down myself."

Bradley tosses the microphone to the mat and walks to the back with a half smile, taunting the fans all the way up the aisle.

Jon McDaniel: What in the hell is that supposed to mean?

Brian Rentfro: All I know is I'd hate to be the poor S.O.B. that Trent gets his hands on.

Emperor Ian vs. Tyson

They lock up and Ian with a side head lock and he holds on while Tyson tries to send him off the ropes. Ian with a side head lock take down. Tyson gets to the ropes and Ian is forced to release the hold. Tyson with knees to the ribs. Ian with a drop kick. Ian tries for a splash into the corner but Tyson gets his knees up. Tyson with an STO and both men are down. Tyson gets up first and he connects with a knee to the midsection as he works on Ian’s ribs and gets a near fall. Tyson with a gutbuster from a gutwrench followed by a leaping gutbuster. Tyson continues to work on the ribs with a seated abdominal stretch. Tyson with a kick to Ian and then he slams Ian and Tyson with an gorilla press for a near fall. Tyson continues to work on the ribs with his knee on Ian’ chest in a chin lock. Ian gets his foot on the ropes and he forces Tyson to release the hold. Ian with punches but Tyson with knees. Ian blocks a suplex and Ian with a neck breaker out of a suplex set up and both men are down. Tyson gets up first but Ian with clotheslines. Ian with a punch and a springboard forearm but Tyson is able to counter it slightly and both men are down. Ian with the springboard moonsault but Tyson counters the inverted DDT attempt with a snap mare. Ian rolls through and locks in the Imperial Conquest. Tyson struggles with everything he has, but eventually is forced to tap out!

Winner: Emperor Ian

Hunter counters with his own team!

We change to another scene backstage, with a very cliché looking interview scene. Jester Jay sits across from Hunter Sullivan, the fellow Newfie has a pair of reading glasses across his nose, laid ever so gently. They were attached on a chain around his neck and holds a clip board in his hand with a few papers attached to that. Jester wears a grey and white suit with a nice red tie neatly down his chest. Jay folds his leg over his knee and glances over to Sullivan. The Viper, the unannounced head of Pantheon, sits normally and mimics the suit style of the fellow islander, except his suit is an odd dark green which really stands out, yet oddly suits him. The tie hanging down his chest is a dark purple as his leg is bandaged up, crutches leaning against the lazy boy chair both of them are sitting in. There is a dim light hovering over both men and a stand between both men with two mugs of water.

Jester Jay: “Hello there everyone, please allow me to introduce to you one of the only two remaining original members of the Pantheon, head of the Chaos brand Pantheon, and more importantly, one of my good friends, The Viper, Hunter Sullivan.”

Hunter Sullivan: “You’re too kind. Thank you, it’s great to be here.”

Jester Jay: “It’s a pleasure. But we best not harp on unimportant issues. First, how are you in respect to your leg.”

Hunter Sullivan: ”Well, it’s not as bad as I thought, and wrestling at Wargames might be a mistake in terms of getting back on it so soon, But, I’m pushing myself and training my best to be able to make it and be there at 100%.”

Jay nods his head and smiles.

Jester Jay: “ A real trooper here, folks. A prime example why he is part of the Pantheon, Win, Lose, Draw, he has one of the most unbreakable wills I’ve ever come across. It’s also why I have a great faith why he can lead his team into WarGames and destroy the Apostles.”

Hunter takes a sip from his mug.

Hunter Sullivan: “And with the team I have lined up, there is no team in history that will be able to stop us. No faction, no force, no alliance, and definitely no apostles.”

Jester Jay: “Is that so, and who do you have selected for your team?”

Hunter smirks as he replies.

Hunter Sullivan: “Through storm and high water I WILL lead the team in against Riona, even if I have to wobble in with a crutch under my arm. Besides that, I got a few others in mind.”

Hunter Sullivan: “First, joining me will be Pantheons newest members, the Order of Chaos. And I KNOW these two will lead this team to victory with their awesome skills. They are one of the most DOMINATING tag team PWA has seen in ages, and Riona knows allll about how Kalis can wrestle in this ring.”

Jester Jay: “Well well, sounds to me like you already got this match won, Kalis is rather new to PWA, but I can’t say Pantheon’s accusation of them has led us anywhere negatively. Who else do you have lined up?”

Hunter laughs as he continues.

Hunter Sullivan: “I look at Riona’s team and I can’t help but think with names like the ones I’m about to mention, that they are going to have one hard time in hell. If you catch my drift. Next on my team I have selected the soul taker, multi time world champion, former Who’s the Man tournament winner, and someone I’m PROUD and HONORED to call the fourth member of my team, RAIZZOR.”

Jester leans back and acts a mockingly type surprise.

Jester Jay: “Well well, woah. I thought the team was solid before but now I just got to say, who needs a fifth member when you have a man soo dangerous and soo brutal as the Soul taker, Raizzor.”

Hunter nods along as he goes to mention his final team member.

Hunter Sullivan: “And finally, but certainly not least, we have a man I look up to, a man that it think could lead this team himself. He’s a leader, visionary, skilled, and OUR world heavyweight champion. He has a family in the business and I dare say it includes me and the rest of the Pantheon. The last and final member of my team is MATTHEW ENGEL.”

Jester Jay: “Oh dear, The apostles are screwed!”

Hunter Sullivan: “That’s Definite. Look at who they got! The Resident jobber, Johnny Maverick. Oh no, I’m scared. The lesser half of G.O.D, Jacob. We already know what I can do to him. Some no-named failure of a physiologist, lacey Gloria. Then of course, Riona, who can’t even manage to break the mid card anymore. Sure they got another member but so what, Jesus himself could walk down that isle on chaos and I wouldn’t bat an eye. Plus we all know it’s going to be Robinson. So go ahead, drag him into the mix, only gives me another chance to wring his neck. We have this down, WarGames is OURS.”

Lacey Gloria vs. The Andalusian

They lock up and Andalusian is pushed by Lacey and Andalusian pushes back. Lacey pushes again and then Andalusian gets into the ropes and the referee pulls Lacey off. Andalusian with a punch to Lacey and the attack continues in the corner. Lacey with a leg take down and she punches Andalusian and then connects with an elbow to the head and gets a near fall. Andalusian with a take down and he punches Lacey and puts Lacey in a reverse chin lock. Lacey escapes the hold and connects with a European uppercut, clothesline and forearms. Lacey with another European uppercut and Andalusian goes down. Lacey with boots to the midsection. Lacey with a kick to the chest but Andalusian tries to put Lacey into a boston crab but Lacey powers out. Andalusian sends Lacey to the floor and tries for the springboard double jump cross body but Lacey uses the ring skirt to crotch Andalusian. We go to commercial.

We are back and Andalusian has Lacey in a reverse chin lock. We see footage from the commercial break when Andalusian sent Lacey into the ring steps. We are back to live and Lacey with knees to escape the hold and she gets a near fall with a rollup. Andalusian with an enzuigiri for a near fall. Andalusian with a series of kicks to Lacey but Lacey responds with chops. Andalusian with a standing drop kick and a near fall. Andalusian catapults Lacey into the bottom rope. Andalusian continues the assault with punches and kick in the corner. Lacey with a clothesline and a near fall. Lacey runs Andalusian into the corner and then she hits a snap mare but misses an elbow drop. Andalusian with a back senton for a near fall. Andalusian with a Dragon Sleeper on Lacey. Andalusian misses a charge into the corner but Andalusian kicks out. Lacey with clotheslines and then Lacey with a fireman’s carry slam for a near fall. Lacey swings Andalusian into the ropes but misses a clothesline when Andalusian ducks. Andalusian then hits The Conquistador and covers for the three!

Winner: The Andalusian

Marxx vs. The Crimson Ghost

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 Indianapolis, Indiana: your PWA Intercontinental Champion... 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.
The lights go dark as we hear an eery laugh over the speakers before red lights cast a creepy gow over the arena.

'Hey Frankenstein, whats on your mind?
Hey Dracula, I heard you suck'

The Crimson Ghost bursts from behind the curtain in his red robe and frightening skull mask.

'Now Vincent Price was Dr. Phibes
Come steal my brain Fritz
And take it to Dr. Frankenstein'

The Ghost takes a moment to lean on his walking stick and stare out at the audience.

'Well you can knock on Ed Wood
But it wont do you no good
No, no, no, no good
Cause all of my heroes are dead in Hollywood'

The Ghost tucks the walking stick under his arm an walks to the ring, his gaze shifting about all over the room.

'Hey Norman Bates, how are your rates?
Hey Leatherface, remove my FAAAACE'

The Ghost hands the referee his walking stick and jumps up to the middle turnbuckle, tearing off his mask in unison with the songs 'remove my face'. He spits a mist of blood into the air before smiling darkly. His face covered in skeletal facepaint.

'Hey Tall Man, just take my hand
And lead me to your red planet'

The Ghost jumps down from the turnbuckle and removes his cloak, handing it to the referee.

'Well you can knock on Ed Wood
But it wont do you no good
No, no, no, no good
Cause all of my heroes are dead in Hollywood'

The Ghost looks at the mask in his hands before looking up at Marxx and smiling, the blood between his teeth making it ll the more terrifying.

Brian Rentfro: Oh yeah, here we go!


Both men start to circle each other in the ring before rushing towards each other. Crimson Ghost attempts to grapple Marxx, but Marxx uses his size advantadge to outmuscle Ghost right away, taking him down with an arm drag. Marxx holds onto his arm and lays in vicious kicks into Ghost's ribs and sternum but Ghost quickly rolls himself and gets his arm free. Ghost is quickly up and grabs ahold of Marxx, laying him down with a russian legsweep. Ghost picks him up and places a headlock on Marxx. Marxx falls to one knee, his arm outstretched and his eyes squinting as he gasps for air while Ghost sickeningly smiles in enjoyment. But Ghost is caught off guard when Marxx stands to his feet, lifting Ghost into the air with the headlock still on Marxx. Marxx then falls back and crushes Crimson Ghost under his weight. Yet as he does this Ghost is quick to counter, and in his position he lands in quickly rolls up Marxx for a quick cover!




Marxx rolls right over Ghost and thus breaks the count.

Jon McDaniel: Ghost nearly made a quick upset over the IC Champ!

Brian Rentfro: Yeah too bad he didn't, maybe it'd have wiped that smug face off of Marxx he seems to always have.

Jon McDaniel: What're you talking about?

Brian Rentfro: Nothing, okay? Nothing!

Marxx is back up now and so is Crimson Ghost and both men start throwing lefts and rights at each other back and forth until Marxx gets the upper hand with a sickening clothesline, flipping Ghost in the air and sending him down to the canvas. Ghost quickly gets himself back up but is laid out flat with a bicycle kick from Marxx. The crowd cheers for for Marxx but Ghost is back up and spins Marxx around before heading to the ropes himself. Ghost comes forward with a running lariat. Marxx hits the canvas but gets to his feet and now both men circle the ring staring each other down, catching their breath. Marxx pushes forward and scoops up Ghost before slamming him down to the canvas.

Brian Rentfro: Marxx treating Ghost like a ragdoll here tonight.

Jon McDaniel: Yes but Ghost is sneaky and quick to pounce and change the rules of engagement real quickly!

Ghost rolls away from Marxx and jumps to his feet. Ghost quickly jumps up onto the ropes and bounces off them hitting Marxx square in the face with a spinning kick. Ghost then bounces off the ropes and jumps up, wrapping his arm around Marxx's head as he spins in the hold until he's behind Marxx and brings him down to the canvas. Ghost quickly locks in a chickenwing chokehold and starts off by pulling back to apply as much pressure as possible. Marxx is getting winded as he struggles to escape the hold, but instead of escaping the hold Marxx grabs onto Ghost's legs and lifts his legs, pushing himself back and effectively pinning Crimson Ghost!




Ghost lets go of the hold and thus escapes the pin, which catches him off guard. Marxx is now on his feet and smiling as he grabs Ghost by the neck and moves him forward with brute strength into the turnbuckle. Ghost headbutts Marxx and turns the tables, putting Marxx against the turnbuckle. Ghost starts chopping away at Marxx's chest before climbing up to the middle turnbuckle and punching Marxx in the face repeatedly with heavy fists. The crowd counts with Ghost but then Marxx grabs onto Ghost's sides and moves forward, laying Ghost down in a sitdown powerbomb. The crowd goes nuts as Marxx stands up and holds onto Ghost's legs, flipping him over and placing him in a Boston crab! Ghost starts shaking his head and yelling for the hold to be broken as he uses all his strength to crawl toward the ropes. However just as Ghost makes it Marxx reverses the trend finally, and pulls both himself and Ghost back into the center of the ring. Ghost finds strength inside himself and pushes back hard enough with his legs to break the hold. Marxx stumbles forward and as he turns around Ghost is halfway up when he spits blood into the face of Marxx. The crowd jumps to their feet as we see Crimson Ghost rush towards Marxx, but Marxx leans forward and catches Ghost, lifting him into the air and spinning him before slamming him down to the canvas, all the while still blinded by the blood.

Brian Rentfro: Damn Marxx just doesn't quit does he!?

Jon McDaniel: Usually stars don't, Brian.

Even though Marxx managed this feat, he struggles to get the blood off of his face as it seems to be incredibly thick. Crimson Ghost however is up and he grabs Marxx by the shoulder and turns him around before laying him out with the Last Caress! Marxx hits the canvas, knocked out cold! Crimson Ghost quickly gets down and hooks the leg!





Eric Emerson: Your winner by pinfall... THE CRIMSON GHOST!!!!

Ghost has his hand raised by the referee and quickly makes his way to the lockerroom. Marxx is handed the Intercontinental title and waves to the fans when Trent Bradley runs into the ring and hits Marxx from behind with a steel pipe. Marxx drops limp to the ground and Bradley continues to pound him until several referees and road agents run in to hold him back. As the crowd jeers, Bradley mockingly waves to them. Marxx, holding the back of his neck, glares wildly at Bradley from the ring as Trent slowly struts backstage. After being helped to his feet, Marxx takes his title belt and is helped to the locker room.

Building Good vs. Evil

As we come back to commercial, we are in Chamelion’s office in the backstage area, as he sits down with Bud Adams to conduct a very important interview.

Bud Adams: Mark, first I’d like to say that I have appreciated all that you and the PWA has done to help me through the rough times since my divorce, and the events that took place back during the Project X fiasco.

Chamelion nods.

Chamelion: No problem, Bud. PX targeted both our spouses and his time was due. But I have a lot to say, so let’s get on with it.

Bud Adams: Of course. First, The recent events with Johnny Maverick and Matt Stone. A lot of people have wondered what happened, that it seems your feud with the both of them came to an abrupt halt. Can you share with us more about that?

Chamelion: What happened was simple. I wanted a series of matches with Johnny Maverick, but when he won the PWA Grizzly Beer Championship, our match at Bad Blood was scratched. Instead, thanks to Joe Boxer, I found myself stuck into a fatal four way with Johnny, Stone and Wrath. Now, when a title opportunity presents itself, I go for it. I gotta say that I’m not sorry that Wrath threw such a fit, claiming his number one contendership was voided with our input into the contest, but if the man can’t handle competition, then he’s certainly not welcomed here. Maverick and Stone welcomed the extra competition and did wonders with that match. Unfortunately, it seems Stone thinks that I was the cause of his losing the title in the first place, but a poor man blames others for his own errors. It’s rather a shame he managed to win the title back… but I’m not holding any grudge on the matter. Fact is, I heard through the grapevine he wants to fight me, and that’s something he’ll get, someday soon… but I want to finish things with Johnny Maverick first. We have a road to the rubber match to do, and I can assure you that’s in the cards for the near future.

Bud Adams: So, you’re not completely finished with either man?

Chamelion: Not by a long shot. But right now, there are far more important matters for both of them to deal with. Maverick has been picked by Riona Langly to be one of her partners in the upcoming War Games match at Good vs. Evil, and in fact due to the choices both sides have made, I find that it will be rather impossible for ANY title matches to take place at the Pay-Per-View. So I have decided for this card to take a different route, all together.

Bud Adams: I hope you will share with us your plans?

Chamelion: Why else do you think you’re here? Good vs. Evil started back in 2000 when the Twilight Forces stood against D.E.A.T.H. in a battle to determine which side would ultimately win. It was, literally, a battle of Good vs. Evil. Now, with War Games, we have that concept in place yet again, but I want to expand it… I want, for all intents and purposes, to pit two sides against each other… so, the rest of the card will be a battle between Rampage and Chaos.

Bud Adams: For what, bragging rights?

Chamelion just blinks. Adams looks ashamed and Chamelion shakes his head.

Chamelion: For lack of a better, and not overly used, phrase; yes. There will be seven matches, and which ever show wins the most, will indeed get to claim themselves the superior show.

Bud Adams: Is the card lined up, already?

Chamelion: I have taken the liberty to do so… as the overseers, tis is my right. First, we will have a tag team match; Rampage’s Revolution 909 will face the reunited Renegade Souljahs.

Bud Adams: I sense an instant classic!

Chamelion: We will also see newcomer Trent Bradly test his skills against the veteran and oddball; Harvey ‘The Hardcore’ Hippo.

Bud Adams: I do not have words to describe that one!

Chamelion: In a match I think will be a sleeper, it’s The Andalusian taking on The Anti-Hero; LJ Zero.

Bud Adams: Sounds good.

Chamelion: For this event, Shadow Starr will be representing Chaos, as he takes on Emperor Ian.

Bud Adams: Both these men are definite future world champions, I can definitely see this match being a highlight of either man’s career.

Chamelion: And then, out of respect for our sister fed, Rebel Pro; we’ll see two Rebel Pro stars that also grace the PWA ring, take on one another when Chad Kurtis goes one on one with Bubba J!

Bud Adams: I wonder if this has happened before?

Chamelion: Dunno, I’ll have to ask Rebel, but either way, it should be a good contest. Next, in a touch of biased I admit, it will be the Alliance; Tyson and Bomber in a handicap match against Chaos’s Joshua Danielson.

Bud Adams: Umm, so who’s the one who’s handicapped?

Chamelion just grins, then continues.

Chamelion: And finally, what is sure to be one of the major matches of the night; Rampages Intercontinental Champion; Marxx will take on Chaos’s Grizzly Beer Champion Matt Stone in a non-title champion vs champion match!

Bud Adams: I change my mind, that will be the show’s sleeper, for sure!

Chamelion: I tend to agree. Now, as we have learned tonight; Riona has Maverick, Lacey and Figgins on her team, with a fifth member yet to be named, and Hunter has chosen The Order of Chaos, Matthew Engel and my brother; Raizzor for his team. And if you notice, I’m strangely absent from the entire program.

Bud Adams: Yes, I did notice. This is not like you, Mark.

Chamelion: Well, it is, actually. See, as the boss of the PWA, and with a vested interest in the outcome of War Games… I have officially declared myself the Special Guest Referee for the contest!

Bud Adams: You? But that certainly gives Pantheon the advantage!!

Chamelion: You would think so, but as I have said numerous times; my view on the Pantheon is its ability to push the limits of those we oppose. For this contest, I think I want to see if it plays out the way I think it will. See, I expect Apostles to put up the best fight of their life… it’s just that when it’s over.. When all is said and done.. The Pantheon will still be ‘king’. So much so, that I’m willing to put everything on the line for this…. If Pantheon does not win; we’ll disperse, we’ll end Pantheon once and for all.

Bud Adams: Whoah! Are you truly sure?

Chamelion: I am. I helped create this group, and it’s gone through changes over the year… with Hunter and myself the only two original members left. The problem is that Hunter’s ego has him thinking he’s the leader and he takes it upon himself to make choices that paints us in a light that is far worse than I ever intended. For Hunter to keep his position, to earn being the leader, he has to bring Pantheon to victory at Good vs. Evil; He has to show me, and everyone, that he can direct, orchestrate and above all else, guide his team to victory… this is why I intend to stay neutral, fair and let the outcome present itself.

Bud Adams: Strong words, Mark… but we know your history as the Most Devious SOB in the Business Today… how can we be made sure you’ll keep your promise?

Chamelion grins his Cheshire grin.

Chamelion: You can’t.

Bud doesn’t know how to respond, and Chamelion goes on.

Chamelion: Fact is, no one can ever figure out just what I’m going to do… and I don’t expect anyone to believe a word I’ve said here tonight… but face facts… and this goes out to both teams for War Games… I’m the boss, and come Good vs. Evil, I control all your fates… so prove to me you’re our leader, Hunter.. Or prove to me it’s time for Pantheon to end, Riona…. Don’t cop out, either of you; or you’ll deal with me. GOT IT?!

Standing, Chamelion turns and exits stage right, leaving Adams with his jaw hanging open, before we go to our main event of the evening.

Riona Langly vs. Shadow Starr

Main Event

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, before we get started on tonight's main event, I would like to introduce our special guest commentator for the rest of the evening!

"Moon Baby" by Godsmack hits the sound system as Matthew Engel comes out from backstage. He is wearing khaki dress pants, a black dress shirt, and black dress shoes. He has the World Title around his waist as he struts down the rampway.

Jon McDaniel: He's going to be joining us? Did you know anything about this Brian?

Brian Rentfro: I most certainly did. I thought I told you?

Jon McDaniel: No. You didn't.

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

Engel makes his way to the end of the entrance ramp. He walks to the opposite side of the ring and sits down with both McDaniel and Rentfro. He gets a lot of boos from the crowd, but there are some cheers. Engel finally puts his headset on.

Matthew Engel: Gentlemen, how's it hangin'?

Brian Rentfro: Just fine Mr. Engel!

Jon McDaniel: I'm good, Matt. How are you doing?

Matthew Engel: Well, I've seen better days, Jon. Both my doctor and the BOD wouldn't clear me to wrestle tonight, so I am being reduced to having your job for this match.

Brian Rentfro: That must be terrible for you.

Matthew Engel: Dreadful.

### Today... my name... is pain... ###

The lights dim as a haunting melody begins to play over the PA system. As the chimes play out, flashes on the otherwise blackened ADCTron show a slideshow of violence during war throughout the ages... A guitar kicks in, adding to the melody as the speed of the images picks up, more sights being added as well as almost subliminal messages of PAIN, VIOLENCE, HELL, WAR... The guitar stops it's long riff and kicks in with the drums as the lights start to pulse red, the with more violence screaming across the ADCTron... Photos of Riona Langly mix into the slideshow, showing matches against Jamie Flynn, The Phoenix, Hunter Sullivan, SNS, Corey Lazarus, and Viktor Stone...

### Tonight... Tonight... ###
### Tonight... ###

A very low, angry growl as the lights flicker wildly, while remaining deeply red....

### GO! ###

"The New Ministry" from Walls of Jericho is in full force as a familiar spotlight lights up right behind the entrance way. Stepping out in front of it is of course, Riona Langly, her head hanging down as she soaks in the ambiance before a match.

### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your passion ###
### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your heart ###

Riona lifts her head up and scream, snapping off her crux pose as criss-crossing red pyro fires off in front of her. The pyrotechnics shoot off 5 times before coming to an end, the lights in the arena returning to normal as Riona begins her walk down to the ring.

Eric Emerson: Introducing... she comes to us from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! She weighed in this morning at 142 pounds, and stands at five foot nine inches. She is the leader of the Apostles of Ares...

### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Now and forever ###
### Tonight... is... ours... ###

Riona stops at the end of the entrance ramp, rolling her fists as she stares down her opponent from the outside...

### Live out your dream ###
### With everything you have inside you ###
### This world can't hold us back forever! ###
### forever... FOREVER...###
### FORVER... FOREVER... ###

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, this is.... RIOOONNNNAAAA LANNGGGLLLLYYYY!!!

Riona dead jumps herself onto the ring apron and slings herself into the ring, stomping over to the nearest corner.

### We Bleed Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your passion ###
### Tonight... is... ours... ###
### Give me your heart ###

Riona flings herself onto the top turnbuckle and snaps off a crux pose as red pyro flares out of the other 3 turnbuckles violently, scaring the ref in the process.

### Tonight is ours ###
### Now and forever ###
### Tonight is ours ###

Riona climbs down from the turnbuckle and starts some light stretches, her eyes focused on Virus at ringside and the two share a look of distaste as the arena light dim until only a single beam of light shines on the center of the entrance ramp. A few seconds pass before the first line of [u]Second to None[/u] plays, purple and red spotlights joining the first beam.

It's the real authentic
Leave ya'll dented
Forget what ya heard
If I said it, I meant it
Did it for real
While ya'll pretended
Back for more
Startin' the war to end it

The ramp explodes as cascades of fireworks rain upon the backstage entrance, Shadow Starr stepping out to ecstatic fans. He looks to his right, pauses, then looks to his left, taking in the adulation. He then focuses his sights on the ring, making his way down the entrance ramp.

Rippin' like I'm working a chainsaw
New York to Cali
New Jersey to Crenshaw
Speak the gift while you plead the fifth
My team is sick
We eat, sleep, and breathe this shit
Rough and rugged
Kill 'em soft

Shadow takes his time heading to the ring, shaking hands and giving high fives to the fans coming down. He slowly walks from one side of the ramp to the other, trying not to miss too many people on his way down. He gets to the bottom of the ramp, turning back towards the top of the ramp.

We don't leave one standin' when we breakin' 'em off
Takin' a loss?
Not a chance in your life
If being fresh is wrong, I don't wanna be right
Stop, drop, and roll
We got soul
Safe to pop off when we lock and load

Shadow takes off his hat, throwing it into the crowd. He smiles as the cheers continue, making his way into the ring.

So this how we get this done
You can check on the rep, yep,
Second to None

Shadow climbs the northeast turnbuckle, raising his arms skyward as he raises his index and middle fingers on each hand. He climbs down, ready for the match to start.

Jon McDaniel: No love lost between those two and yourself, Matt.

Matthew Engel: Well Starr actually had the balls to come visit me at the hospital and pay his respects, so I can't argue with that.

Brian Rentfro: That DOES take some... balls.

Referee Lance Weston signals for the bell.


Starr and Riona circle each other in the ring. Riona being the fresher of the two tries to take advantage early on with some quick kicks to Shadow's side. Riona nails Shadow with a left and a right and then hits him with a dropkick. Shadow is in the corner and Riona springboards off the middle rope and nails Shadow with a knee to the face. Shadow falls to a knee and Riona grabs Shadow by the head, but Shadow charges forward picking Riona up and slamming her on her back. Shadow unchambers lefts and rights and then gets to his feet. Shadow springboards off the middle rope with a moonsault leg drop that connects over Riona's throat. He covers.


Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: And Riona kicks out right before 2.

Brian Rentfro: Yes, Captain Obvious.

Matthew Engel: You guys should just get married already.

Shadow gets Riona to his feet and then sends her into the ropes. Shadow tries for a clothesline, but Riona ducks underneath getting behind Shadow and nailing him with a reverse DDT. Riona gets to her feet and lands a few kicks on Shadow. She gets Shadow to his feet and nails him with a chop to the chest.

Crowd: WHOOO!

Matthew Engel: That'll leave a mark.

Brian Rentfro: Nobody slaps a chest like Riona.

Riona shoves Shadow into the corner and nails him repeatedly with elbow strikes to the stomach and head. Riona backs out of the corner a bit and then roundhouses Shadow to the mat. Riona drags Shadow out from the corner and then hops up to the top turnbuckle. She tries for a spinning leg drop from the top turnbuckle but Shadow rolls out of the way just in time!

Jon McDaniel: And Shadow dodges that leg drop from Riona.

Matthew Engel: Shadow is on his feet now and drives his knee into Riona's stomach.

Brian Rentfro: DDT!

After the DDT, Shadow covers.



Kick out!

Shadow slams the mat in frustration.

Matthew Engel: Come on, Starr. You know you need way more than that.

Jon McDaniel: Are you rooting for him, Matt?

Matthew Engel: No, I'm just anxious to see if Shadow can keep his word and try to treat every match as if he was fighting me.

Brian Rentfro: We all know Riona isn't quite at your level too, Matt.

Jon McDaniel: Do we?

After a little arguing with the ref, Starr grabs Riona by the hair and nails her with a european uppercut. Starr takes Riona down with a gut-wrench powerbomb. Starr goes into the ropes and comes back with a kneedrop across Riona's forehead. Starr is building up momentum and gets Riona up to her feet. He slams her into the nearest corner. Starr puts Riona on the top turnbuckle and then proceeds to climb up to the middle rope. Starr puts Riona in a front facelock and tries for a superplex, but Riona breaks free and nails Starr repeatedly with elbows and punches. Starr holds on and doesn't fall to the mat, but Riona puts Starr in a front headlock and leaps from the turnbuckle, twisting her and Starr 180 degrees and nailing Starr with a top-rope DDT. Starr looks about out of it.

Jon McDaniel: What a reversal by Riona!

Matthew Engel: Let's see if it was enough.

Riona covers.



Kick out!

Brian Rentfro: Not quite!

Riona slowly gets up to her feet, and then nails Starr with a few kicks to the ribs. Riona picks Starr up to his feet and nails him again with a chop to the chest.

Crowd: WHOO!

Starr is definitely stinging from that chop and then Riona sends Starr into the ropes. After bouncing off the ropes, Starr leaps toward Riona with a flying shoulder tackle and takes Riona down. Riona and Starr get right back to their feet and Starr nails Riona with a right, then a left. Riona doesn't back down and charges, but Starr picks Riona up for a tilt-a-whirl slam!

Brian Rentfro: Ouch!

Jon McDaniel: A lot of power from Shadow Starr.

Matthew Engel: That and Riona weighs like a buck forty two.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, Jon. You could have probably done that to Riona.

Riona is struggling to get to her feet. Starr tries to go in for a soccer kick, but Riona rolls to her side and barely dodges the kick. Riona thrusts her right leg out quickly and connects with Starr's left knee. Starr doubles over, grabbing his knee and Riona uppercuts him. Starr staggers back and Riona comes up beside Starr, wrapping her left arm around Starr's lower back and forcing her right bicep against Starr's right tricep, locking them into a standing arm triangle by pushing Starr's right arm up against the right carotid artery, reaching her left arm up and locking her hands together to cinch in the arm triangle. Langly then trips Starr's legs out from under him as she falls backwards to the mat, forcing Starr to land elbow-first into the canvas and shoving Starr's arm into his throat.

Jon McDaniel: The Tourniquet! It's over!

Matthew Engel: We'll see...

Riona covers.





Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match.. "The Celestial Trigger"... RIONA... LANGLY!!!!

Brian Rentfro: Drat. When is Shadow gonna win a match? That guy has just had more bad luck than Jacob Collins and Tyson combined.

Matthew Engel: It's sad that you even put Jacob and Tyson in the same sentence. Jacob is legacy.

Jon McDaniel: Either way, Riona, after a week off, comes back with an impressive victory.

Engel takes off his headset and grabs a microphone, sliding into the ring. Starr has already cleared the ring, and headed backstage. Riona stayed around for a slight recovery, and she was anticipating an interruption from her sworn enemy who now stands in the middle of the ring with the World Title around his waist.

Matthew Engel: Riona... what am I going to do with you? You simply won't back down. There was a time when that would have been appropriate and I would have had some respect for that, but after what you've done and what you've made this out to be... you're just being foolish.

Riona scoffs, offering Matt a sentiment of her own, but the sound crew doesn't quite catch it.

Matthew Engel: Really? Listen, I understand my role right now and I know what's going to happen at Good versus Evil. But, nothing will be settled between us inside WarGames. After G versus E, you and I are going to take center stage and engage in a war that the PWA has never seen. This is what you wanted, or at least a part of you wanted. The other part of you... the real you... the competitor... wants this.

Engel points to his World Title.

Matthew Engel: But there's a catch. The only way I am going to defend my title against you after G versus E is if Team Apostle is victorious in WarGames. Yes, Riona, there is a catch. I hope your team is loyal to you and I hope none of them are capable of screwing you out of another opportunity to achieve something you have yet to do in the PWA. Because... I don't know, I'd hate for your entire team to turn on you because of the power that this title wields. And now? It's more powerful than ever. I defeated Hayes and Starr in back to back weeks for this priceless gold, and now the stakes have been raised. Because if somebody can take this away from me... boy... it'd be one hell of a night for them, wouldn't it?

Riona nods, giving Engel a sadistic smile.

Matthew Engel: But if Team Pantheon is victorious, then the only way you're going to get this close again to the World Title is front row tickets to my main event. See ya around, kid.

Engel drops the mic and slides out of the ring, walking backwards up the ramp and keeping his focus on Riona. Riona stands there and watches the World Champion disappear backstage as we fade to black.

(C) PWA 2009