Champions
World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick
Champions


11-14-2009


Show Introduction

WELCOME TO SATURDAY NIGHT RAMPAGE!!!


The scene opens up to a sold out and packed Rampage. The cameras scan through the crowd looking for various signs. Some of the signs shown say "Riona + Title Shot = New World Champion", "We're All Marxx", just to name a few. Then the lights go dim as the people scatter back to their seats. 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.

WELCOME TO RAMPAGE!!!!!!!!!

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 stare 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, Brian Rentfro.

Brian Rentfro: Wha!?! No snappy little line before my name. Nothing funny to say about me...have you finally given in to my greatness?

Jon McDaniel: Not really...I figured throughout the show you will give people many examples of why you are a jerk, so there is no need for me to say anything.

Rentfro is in shock as McDaniel smiles and the camera switches to the ring for the next match.

Revolution 909 vs Andalusian & Wishing Star

Tag Team Match


What was supposed to be a intense match up ended up falling short as Rev. 909 still reeling from their lost, couldn't get things going and ended up becoming a victim of The Andalusian and Wishing Star. Allow the former number one tag team contenders tried as they could they couldn't help but to fall victim to stereo The Maghreb Marionette & The Flamenco finishers.

WINNER: Andalusian & Wishing Star

Chad Kurtis vs Riona Langly


Eric Emerson: The following match is set for one fall with a twenty minute time limit...

The lights go out and you hear the soundbyte, 'Ali said I'm the greatest' then on the 'titantron' 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.

### 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... ###
### WE BLEED TONIGHT! ###

Riona stops at the end of the entrance ramp, rolling her fists as she stares inside the ring.

### 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 leaps herself onto the ring apron and slings herself over the top rope and into the ring, stomping over to the nearest corner as soon as she lands.

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

Riona climbs onto the top turnbuckle and snaps off another 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 ###
### WE BLEED TONIIIIIIIIIGHT... ###

Riona climbs down from the turnbuckle and starts some light stretches, her mind preparing for the match ahead of her.

Ding Ding

Chad and Riona circle each other inside the ring, both looking for an advantage. Riona dives in with a single leg takedown, Chad doesn't go down, instead Riona is left holding his left foot. Chad with an inzeguri, Riona lowers her head sending Chad down to the canvas with a short arm clothesline. Chad rolls over as Riona drops an elbow.

Jon McDaniel: Chad showing his quickness here.

Brian Rentfro: But Riona is going to s how her superiority.

Chad kips up to his feet, grabbing for Riona's head, side headlock. Riona with an elbow into the left side of his ribs. Riona with another and the side headlock loosens. Riona with a third sending Chad into the ropes. Chad with a springboard backfist catching Riona in the forehead. Riona falls back from the impact, but instead of going down charges at Chad who spins around sweeping Riona's legs out from under her. Riona jumps up just in time to avoid the sweep, coming down with her left elbow catching Chad right in the chest. Riona quickly pulls him back up to his feet, slamming forearms into his chest, following it up with a series of knife edge chops that redden the chest of "The Show". Riona backs Chad in the corner, Riona whips him to the other side, Chad reverses mid-ring Riona sent into the corner. Chad following in with a running splash, but Riona springs from the middle turnbuckle to flip back over Chad. Kurtis slams chest first into the corner, Riona with a standing dropkick sends him back into the corner.

Jon McDaniel: Riona and Chad with some great back and forth action here.

Brian Rentfro: Both have experience, but Riona has crazy on her side.

Riona jumps to mount Chad from behind, rights, lefts, elbows, and forearms pound away at the back and head of Chad Kurtis in the corner. Riona finishes it off with a headbutt as she jumps down from the mounted position.. Riona sets up with a rear waistlock, she goes for a dead lift German suplex, Chad reverses into one of his own. Riona is now in a rear waistlock, Chad lifts for a German suplex, changing at the last second for an atomic drop. The move connects, sending Riona into the corner chest first this time. Chad with a dropkick sending Riona's face into the top turnbuckle. Chad jumps to the middle rope, springboard tornado DDT takes Riona off her feet. Chad hits the ropes, flipping back with a back flip splash, he hooks the leg for a cover.

One...

Tw--

Riona kicks out quickly.

Jon McDaniel: Riona not going to be defeated that easily here.

Brian Rentfro: It is going to take more than that to defeate the Apostles of Aries leader.

Chad nods as he goes to pull Riona up to her feet, forearm shot to her chest, knife edge chop, whip into the ropes. Riona hits the ropes, rebounding off with a roundhouse kick to the lowered head of Chad Kurtis.

Jon McDaniel: Chad with a mistake that rookies and veterans alike make.

Brian Rentfro: Riona making him pay for the mistake though.

Riona with a stiff elbow to Chad, who is on one knee. Chad is shaking his head, Riona with a Shining Wizard takes "The Show" off his feet and onto the mat. Riona leaning up against the ropes, waiting for a specific time, Chad gets up to his feet, his back turned to Riona.

Brian Rentfro: Chad with his back to Riona isn't a good thing...!

Jon McDaniel: Whiplash!

Riona hits the ropes again, springing back with a180 degree springboard corkscrew moonsault.

Brian Rentfro: Angelic Euphoria!

Jon McDaniel: Picture perfect execution.

Riona hooks the leg for a cover.

One...

Two...

Thr--

Chad raises his shoulder, keeping this match alive.

Jon McDaniel: Chad barely able to kick out there.

Riona looks determined as she pulls Chad back up to his feet, "The Show" being a bit groggy there, she hooks him in a front facelock, perhaps going for a vertical suplex. Riona lifts Chad up, stalling vertical suplex, but Chad reverses in mid air pulling Riona down to the canvas with an inverted DDT. Chad shakes his head again, struggling back up to his feet. He hits the ropes, springboard 450 splash on Riona.

Jon McDaniel: Prime Time Splash!

Brian Rentfro: Chad hooks the leg, going for a cover here.

One...

Two...

Thr--Riona kicks out, just in time.

Jon McDaniel: Chad almost had it there.

Chad pulls Riona back up, shoving his forearm into her face, hooking and sending her down with a fisherman's suplex. Chad climbs to the top turnbuckle, diving off with a swanton onto Riona, he looks like he is going for the pin, but decides against it. Chad brings Riona up to her feet, sets her up for the cradle piledriver he calls the CK Finale.

Jon McDaniel: Chad going for the CK Finale!

Brian Rentfro: Riona counters with a back body.

Chad lands mainly on his head, managing to roll out of the way of Riona's springboard knee drop. Riona rolls through the move however, slamming a knee into the side of his head anyways. Riona steps through the ropes, to the top turnbuckle, she poses with a crux pose, before diving off with a double knee drop right into the side of Chad Kurtis' skull. Riona hooks the leg, making the cover.

One...

Two...

Thr--Chad able to kick out, but just before the hand slapped the mat for the third time.

Brian Rentfro: I'll give it to Chad here, he is tough.

Jon McDaniel: Maybe all of those shots from the chairs in Rebel Pro has toughened him up.

Brian Rentfro: Along with dumbing him down... yeah.

Elbow to his face as Riona picks him back up, low leg strikes to his knees before she follows it up with a thigh kick. Chad isn't even on the defensive here as Riona is going to hurt him as she said she would. Chad is backed into a corner, Riona with a series of flesh smacking front kicks to Chad's ribs before she mounts him in the corner.

Brian Rentfro: This doesn't look good for Chad.

Jon McDaniel: No, it sure doesn't.

Riona comes down with a right fist, but Chad shoves her off of him. Riona manages to land on her feet, stumbling back a bit. Chad bursts out from the corner with a clothesline taking her down. Chad uses his momentum to carry him up the opposite turnbuckle where he spins around to spot Riona back on her feet.

Jon McDaniel: Showtime!

Brian Rentfro: I have to admit, he seems to have caught Riona off guard with that move.

Chad makes the cover, another pinfall attempt here in this match.

One...

Two...

Brian Rentfro: Riona able to kick out!

Jon McDaniel: What is it going to take for one of these wrestlers to put the other away?

Chad pulls Riona up, overhead belly to belly suplex. The match is getting to both Chad and Riona as they are both moving slowly here. Chad leans down, grabbing one of Riona's ankles, he turns her over, sharpshooter. Riona quickly in the ropes to break the submission hold to prevent a lot of damage. Chad releases the painful move immediately, Riona shoves back sending Chad stumbling forward. Chad spins around, running back to Riona, who has gotten back up to her feet. Riona with a back body sending Chad over the ropes to the outside. Riona holds onto the top rope, Chad taps her on the shoulder. Riona spins around, Chad with a shoulderblock before he flips into the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Sunset flip pin!

Brian Rentfro: We have more pins in this match than a pincushion!

One...

Two...

Riona kicks out, flowing right up to her feet. Chad is up quickly as well and these two seem to have gotten a second wind. Chad with a clothesline, Riona ducks under the outstretched arm, locking in a sleeper.

Jon McDaniel: Fifth Round Sleeper!

Brian Rentfro: Riona is setting Chad up for something big!

Riona first wraps her arms around Chad from the side, with her left arm going underneath his left arm while the right
goes over it. She then locks her hands behind Chad's back and pushes forward, causing his right arm to push against his neck and choke
him. As he is choking, Riona then pushes Chad backwards while maintaining a standing position by locking his legs. Finally,
Riona swings Kurtis backwards with her, releasing the triangle just in time for "The Show" to land on his arm, causing it to jam into his throat.

Jon McDaniel: Tourniquet!

Brian Rentfro: He won't kick out of this move.

One...

Two...

Three.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Brian Rentfro: Told you.

Eric Emerson: Winner of the match, Riona Langly!

"Planet Hell" hits back up as Riona stares down at her most recent victim, "The Show" Chad Kurtis.

Lacey Gloria vs Tyson


The match starts with the bigger Tyson using his size to keep the smaller Lacey on the defensive. Using move that focused on the small of the back, Tyson tries to slow down the smaller Apostle and keep her grounded. And it looked like Tyson could have the match all in hand when he lifts Lacey up with a powerbomb, Lacey at the last minute rakes the eyes forcing Tyson to drop her. Gloria makes a few quick strikes, trying to keep Tyson off balance. Backing Tyson up against the ropes, Lacey takes a running start and uses a crossbody to take Tyson up and over the ropes. This is where things get interesting as oTyson's partner, The Bomber starts to make his way down the rampway. Tyson is spread out on the guard railing as Lacey hops back on the ring apron. Tyson is shaking the cobwebs out of his head as Lacey is measuring him up for some type of move. Lacey springboards, backwards, off the ring apron and nails Tyson with a picture perfect moonsault. Lacey lands somewhat on her feet as Tyson crashes into the ground.

The ref starts his count and Lacey looks to slide back into the ring as Bomber decides this is his time to strike. Lacey is taken down with a sick clothesline from behind. She crumbles right over the body of Tyson who is still out from the Moonsault from the ring apron. Bomber smiles, but is quickly taken down himself by a hood fan who has jumped over the railing. The fan grabs Lacey and rolls her into the ring, stopping the ref's count. The fan also grabs Tyson and slides him into the ring.

The Bomber gets up up shaking his head and looking for the person who attacked him as Lacey crawls over to Tyson for the pin. Lacey drops her arm of Tyson and the ref goes for the count. Bomber realizes whats going on and tries to slide into the ring to stop the count, but is spin around by the hooded fan. The hooded fan wraps Bomber up and nails a vicious looking Legsweep DDT as Lacey gets the 3 count.

WINNER: Lacey Gloria

Gloria drops down and rolls out of the ring and makes her way up the rampway followed by the hooded fan. As they stop at the top of the rampway, she pulls the hood down reveling none other then Chaos star, Viktor Stone. The two Apostles smile as they turn around and exit through the curtains.

Shadow Starr vs Jacob Figgins


This match is billed as one that will feature two of PWA's main stays in Shadow Starr and Jacob Figgins. The two former gold holders start the match off with some high impact moves, showing the wrestler's unique move sets. During this exchanging the Apostle member, Figgins starts to get the upper hand focusing on Starr's neck area. Jacob even wowed the crowd for a moment as he springboards off the turnbuckle and nearly compounds Starr's neck as he brings down a brutal looking elbow strike to the top of Starr's head. The blow staggered Starr...but it also woke him up as the former champion started to fire back with his own assortment of moves.

The match started out as wrestling but turned into a fight pitting a trained boxer against a Thai boxer. Both showing why their fight form are considered so deadly. But as with every match it's when things break down, do we see which wrestler wants it more.And it started to look like Starr was the one who wanted to see it more as he started to punish Jacob's ribs with some amazing strikes. But Starr went to the well one to many time with the strikes and gave Figgins enough time to nail The Tony Jaa and get the 1 2 3...

WINNER: Jacob Figgins

A Word For The Marxx


Bud Adams: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest tonight, the Intercontinental champion Marxx!

The camera zooms out as we now see Marxx standing besides Bud, the Intercontinental championship on his shoulder. He has a neutral expression on his face, which is pretty unusual as he's usually glad to accept an interview.

Bud: Marxx, as we know, last week you were attacked by Trent Bradley and many people asks if you're gonna be able to wrestle against Emperor Ian tonight.

Marxx nods, rolling his eyes. His face expression shows that he's still a bit upset after last week's attack at the hands of Trent Bradley.

Marxx: As far as I'm concerned, I'm in a good shape enough to get into the ring with Emperor Ian later tonight. But about that attack from Trent Bradley... I don't know what he has in mind right now. All I know is that he has something against me, or the kid just feels like doing a name for himself with an impact. I don't know what's behind his decision of taking on me, but before Trent, many tried to mess with me and in most cases, they couldn't get what they want from me. If he feels like you can be an exception and do the impact he wishes, then I won't do anything to block him from coming at me since after all, it's his choice if he wants to run heads down to me and fall once he realizes he completely missed me.

Bud nods as he listens the answer. He brings back the microphone close from his mouth before asking his second question.

Bud: And also, it has been reported that for tonight's match, Emperor Ian challenged you to put your...

Marxx: ... To put my title on the line against him, yes. I find it surprising that even if he insults me, knows I'm not at 100% and that he isn't neither... He still wants me to put the title on the line against him. What has he done so far to deserve such an opportunity? Not much if you ask me. In my reigns, many got to me without doing much to shot the shot they had was all due and I ended being the one to prove that the shot was not a deserved one. Ian, he's never been in a #1 contender's match for the title and yet he's sure he deserves it simply because he's scheduled in a non-title bout against the champion. Plus, if I am to lose the championship, this means I'm out of the card and I won't get a chance at beating down Matt Stone one more time at Good vs Evil and prove that Rampage is the superior brand, a prestige I would sure love to be apart of. So as you can see, there's many to consider before I answer a challenge or not and right now, the odds are against an Intercontinental championship match on tonight's main event.

Marxx leaves the screen, but then comes back.

Marxx: However, Emperor Ian... Your challenge is accepted!

And then Marxx leaves the screen for real, leaving a surprised Bud Adams in the middle of the interview section.

Trent Bradley vs Bomber


There are murmurs amongst the crowd as the next match begins to get underway.

Eric Emerson: “Ladies and Gentlemen...”

The Magnificent Bomber begins to play.

Eric Emerson: “Here comes... the Magnificent Bomber!”

The Bomber reaches a fist into the air while fireworks blast off around him. He lowers his hand and makes his way into the ring.

The first chords of "Battle Without Honor or Humanity" by Tomoyasu Hotei plays over the loud speakers as the crowd rises to their feet. When the drum beat hits, "The Scranton Shooter" Trent Bradley bursts through the curtain. Wearing a white towel over his head, his intense eyes glare towards the ring as he quickly makes his way down the aisle.

Eric Emerson: "Making his way to the ring at this time... from Scranton, Pennsylvania, weighing in tonight at 241 pounds... he is... TRENT BRADLEY!"

Bradley climbs the stairs, wipes his boots on the apron, and enters the ring between top and middle ropes. He quickly jumps on the second turnbuckle and stares out to the crowd before taking the towel off his head and tossing it to the fans.

Both men stand proudly in the ring – they seem to like the attention they're getting from the audience. The bell rings, and the two just barely manage to stop playing the crowd to start the match.

The Bomber wastes no time trying to take newcomer Trent Bradley down; Bomber runs at full speed toward Bradley and attempts a flying knee kick. Bradley steps back, and with a single hand, catches the knee and slams it back down to the mat, only to land a solid knee kick to the Bomber's face.

Brian Rentfro: “And we have blood, already.”

The Bomber grabs his nose, tilts his head back and takes a few steps backwards, holding out his other hand as if to say “time out”.

Bomber lowers his head after only a moment, wipes his face and charges again.

Jon McDaniel: “Now that's determination!”

The Bomber tries landing a kick to Bradley's side, but Bradley catches it. Bomber flips and kicks Bradley in the side of the head.

Jon McDaniel: “Oh! Enzuigiri!”

Brian Rentfro: “Gotta be careful to watch out for those kinds of reversals.”

Trent staggers, but then stands himself up. The two stare at each other as if these first few blows were merely handshakes.

Bradley lunges forward and the Bomber leaps away, causing Bradley to nearly lose his footing. The Bomber continues running back, pushes off the ropes and runs full speed at Bradley. Bradley reaches out, side steps and grabs his arm.

Jon McDaniel: “Looks like an Irish Wh-- Oh! A reversal!”

Bradley spins the Bomber around and lands a vicious German Suplex. The Bomber rolls to his side and springs back up. The Bomber nails a huracanrana, dropping Bradley to the mat. Bradley rolls to his feet.

Brain Brian Rentfro: “The two seem pretty evenly matched.”

Jon McDaniel: “Trent Bradley does seem to have the upper hand as far as strength is concerned, but it seems the Bomber may have Bradley on speed.”

The Bomber charges Bradley again, but Bradley counters with a punch to the face.

Jon McDaniel: “Ow.”

Brian Rentfro: “You can say that again.”

Jon McDaniel: “I will. Ow. We could hear that one connect all the way over here.”

The Bomber staggers for a moment, and Bradley wraps up, landing a Snapmare. The Bomber is on the mat once more, this time he is hardly squirming. Bradley rolls over and wraps up in a Body Scissors Sleeperhold. Bomber starts to flail his arms wildly. The ref kneels down to him. Bomber stretches out and touches the ropes, and the ref calls for a break.

Bomber uses the ropes to help himself to his feet. Bradley stands up and grabs The Bomber's head before he locks up into a Butterfly Suplex, and the Bomber is on the mat once more.

Jon McDaniel: “I'm surprised he can take such a beating.”

Brian Rentfro: “Well, they're both trying to prove something, I'm sure.”

The Bomber forces himself to his feet and tries running at Bradley once more – Bradley lands a perfect Uranage judo reversal, sending The Bomber flying out of the ring and crashing through a table. The ref walks to the side of the ring and begins to count.

The Bomber writhes around on the table top until four-count, while Bradley is trying to pump up a rather non-responsive crowd. The Bomber gets up quicker than Bradley expects, climbs the turnbuckle and lands a devastating Dragonrana. Bradley looks like he's out cold.

To be sure he's put Bradley down for good, the Bomber goes back to the turnbuckle. He raises his hands in the air to meager cheers from the audience and executes a Corkscrew Shooting Star Press.

Jon McDaniel: “That's his finisher, the Bomb Attack – this may be over, folks.”

The Bomber lands with uncanny force square on Bradley's chest. The Bomber lays across Bradley's chest for the pin. The ref starts to count – 1... 2...wh--?

Bradley has begun to bench press The Bomber straight up off his body. Bomber stands up, grabs Bradley's arm and jerks him to his feet. Bradley reaches out a single hand, grabs Bomber by the side of the face and...

Jon McDaniel: “Oooh! Sweet headbutt!”

The Bomber sways while Bradley walks over to his side and wraps an arm around his neck.

Brian Rentfro: “I think we may be in for a treat...”

Bradley executes a Reverse DDT, and spins it into a Stunner.

Brian Rentfro: “The Bradley Buster!”

Trent walks over to the Bomber and lifts one of his wrists – when he lets go, it falls back to the mat. Bradley raises his hands to the audience.

The ref runs to The Bomber's side. He tries to get a response, but The Bomber is out cold. The ref points to Bradley.

Eric Emerson: “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, by knockout – Trent Bradley!”

As Trent Bradley walks back up the aisle taunting the fans after his victory, PWA Intercontinental champion Marxx dives out from the crowd and hits Bradley in the back of the head with the title belt. Marxx picks him back up, slaps him across the face, and delivers "Leaving Marxx" on the Rampage stage. Marxx grabs a microphone.

Marxx: "I leave you as you left me last week... laying. This is as close as you'll EVER get to this belt, old man!"

The crowd erupts as Marxx holds up the Intercontinental title before leaving.

Matthew Engel vs The Crimson Ghost


Engel and ghost encircle each other. They make slight stretches forward trying to lock up but faking out each time. Engel gets irritated as Ghost laughs loudly at his opponent. Engel finally shoots the legs and brings ghost to the mat. Ghost laughs again as he turns the move around lounging in his own few punches and elbows. Suddenly Crimson gets off his opponent and walks around the ring. Engel looks confused as he gets up and watches his opponent. Crimson twitches and rises his arms into the air.

Jon McDaniel: “ What’s Maverick doing here?”

Ghost twitches a few times over before straightening up. Ghost grows a large smirk. He looks at Engel and twitches his head to the side.

Ghost: “Been a while Matt.”

Engel grows irritated and moves in throwing a punch, Ghost takes it and staggers back.

Ghost: “Just like you.”

Engel follows up with a toe kick, whipping Ghost into the ropes in quick succession, Ghost counters whipping Engel instead. Matt returns into a rough clothesline knocking Engel to the mat. The move looked oddly vicious for the smaller man.

Ghost: “It feels soooo good to finally wrestle in this ring again. It’s been such a ling time. And DAMN if it doesn’t feel just great to wrestle against you of all people.”

Engel looks up and quickly kicks the back of ghosts legs out from under him. With a swift nip up Matt is to his feet again, dropping an elbow right back down on Crimson’s heart. Ghost just takes it as Engel gets back to his feet in the same manner, hitting a twirling leg drop.

Ghost: “pretty good. Heh, definitely a reason your champion now. Too bad I never got the chance...”

Matt stops and gawks down Maverick, he grows confused to what’s going on.

Brian Rentfro: “I think I get it. This is what Crimson ghost calls channel the fallen. I think he’s channelling someone dead right now.”

Jon McDaniel: “Oh? I’m sure. And who is he, in all curiosity, channelling.”

Matt in confusion finds himself victim of a throat thrust. Ghost gets to his feet and delivers another one staggering the champion back. Ghost lunges forward with a right hook, but Matt dodges and smashes his knee into Ghost's stomach, then immediately crashes his forearm down on the back of his neck. Crimson goes forward a bit in a stagger, giving matt room to connect with a dropkick. Ghost drops face first into the ropes.

Matt runs at him, slipping through the ropes, turning at a ninety degree angle toward GHOST and connects both legs into Ghosts face. Crimson is knocked back onto the canvas. Quickly, almost as if he’s only tripped, Ghost gets back to his feet and turns around. A quick Matt catches some ground on the apron and springboards off, landing on top of his opponent, and executing a hurricanrana! He wraps up Ghost's leg for the rollup pin.

1...

2...

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: “Matt doesn’t even let Ghost talk anymore as he takes it to him like a champion should.”

Brian Rentfro: “With Ghost, you gotta expect everything. He is an odd charater.”

Matt gets to his feet, so does Ghost who's angered. Matt runs back and springboards off the ropes and tries for a high body press, but Ghost manages to hold him and hits a running power slam!

Jon McDaniel: “WHOA. That was, amazing strength. Something you’d only see out of larger men right there.”

Crimson drops his knees onto Matt's midsection. Crimson goes into the ropes and snaps down with an elbow drop to Matt's heart. Ghost does it again, and again, pummelling onto the chest, it looks like it’s taking it’s toll.

He grabs Matt by the legs and catapults him into the turnbuckle. Matt crashes his head on the top turnbuckle, and Ghost quickly runs in, leaps, and connects with a huge body splash on the Champion.

Ghost: “So, how does it feel to be ran over? Trust me, it doesn’t feel to good. Heck, you might even say... it kills.”

Matt’s eyes widen as he staggers out of the corner, Crimson grabs him by the throat and delivers with a STO chokeslam.

1....
2...

Shoulder up!

Jon McDaniel: Near fall there...Matt's gotta be hurting from that choke slam.

Brian Rentfro: Matt looks distracted here.

Matt manages to get to his feet, but Ghost takes him back down to the mat with a forearm smash. Matt gets back up with the ropes and Ghost uppercuts him with his forearm, taking Matt off his feet and down to the mat. Matt is in a lot of pain as he tries to get back up with the use of the ropes. Ghost grabs Matt by the head and smashes his fist into Matt's face. Matt does a 180 and Ghost executes a German suplex!

Jon McDaniel: I don’t know whats going on here but Matt definitely seems off his game

Brian Rentfro: Do you think it has to do with the differed fighting style?

GHOST gets Matt to his feet and picks him up in suplex fashion, but Matt is fighting it. Matt drops back down to his feet and plants GHOST in the middle of the ring with a DDT!.

Matt gets to his feet and climbs the turnbuckle. Shooting star press! He connects perfectly and covers GHOST.

1...

2...

3 -- No! Kick out at the last second.

Jon McDaniel: GHOST tosses Matt off of him at the last second...close call there.

Matt gets up in frustration and gets GHOST to his feet. He sends GHOST into the ropes and GHOST comes back only to get drilled by a running dropkick from Matt. GHOST gets knocked into the ropes and Matt springboards off the turnbuckle and connects with a knee to GHOST's face! GHOST gets knocked down to the mat
Matt: “I have no time for games Maverick. He’s dead, me and Scott have even got over this. What makes you think acting like him will accomplish? Huh?!”

Matt goes into the ropes and comes off the middle rope with a moon Sault. He doesn't cover GHOST, though. He starts to stomp GHOST and then finishes it off with running leg drop. Now he hooks the leg.

1...

2...

Shoulder up!

Jon McDaniel: No massive kick out from GHOST there...Matt must be wearing him down.

Brian Rentfro: “That and he seems a little ticked off.”

Matt starts to argue with the ref, stating that he had him down for the three count. GHOST gets up and grabs Matt from behind. He tries another German suplex, but with all the momentum Matt flips in mid air and lands on his feet. GHOST looks back, amazed, and then gets caught in the jaw with a huge sidekick from Matt. GHOST falls to the mat. Matt climbs the top turnbuckle and leaps off, trying for a frog splash with attitude, but GHOST rolls out of the way just in time. GHOST gets Matt to his feet and nails lefts and rights. GHOST tosses Matt into the turnbuckle and crashes his elbow into Matt's head a few times. He follows up with knee smashes and then puts Matt on the top turnbuckle. GHOST gets on the middle rope, bends Matt forward, and wraps his arms around Matt's waist.

Brian Rentfro: “What in the hell is GHOST doing? Pardon the pun.”

Ghost: “Acting like? I’m Hurt, who’s acting?”

GHOST picks Matt up in power bomb fashion, leaps off while rotating 180 degrees and slams Matt down to the mat with a top-rope power bomb. The ring shakes. The crowd goes insane, a "HOLY SHIT!" chant beginning.

Jon McDaniel: “Oh my GOD! He almost sent Matt through the ring!”

Brian Rentfro: I think Matt would break in half before that happens! The crowd is going crazy!

GHOST rolls over to Matt and covers.

1...

2...

3 -- NO! Matt got his shoulder up at the last second.

jon Jon McDaniel: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! Matt's still got life!

brian Brian Rentfro: Even I didn't think he was gonna kick out of that!

GHOST cannot believe it. He checks with the ref to make sure he kicked out and the ref reassures him. GHOST shrugs his shoulders and gets Matt to his feet. He whips Matt into the ropes and Matt comes back. GHOST tries for a big boot, but Matt slides underneath, getting behind GHOST, and kicks out the back of GHOST's knee. GHOST goes to one knee as Matt drives his elbow into the back of GHOST. GHOST falls forward a bit, and Matt comes off the ropes. Matt leaps and connects with a diving kick to the back of GHOST's head. GHOST falls to the mat, as does Engel. Both men are exhausted, GHOST is a little dazed.

Jon McDaniel: GHOST took a vicious shot to the back of the head there! I'm surprised Matt has anything left!

Brian Rentfro: Engel manages to make it to his feet as GHOST is still down. Jamie kicks him a few more times for good measure.

Matt wraps up GHOST's legs, stepping around his body and putting GHOST on his belly. Matt leans back, his knees slightly bent, as he puts GHOST in an arched Boston crab. GHOST is struggling, screaming out in pain. Matt bends it back even more, wanting to break GHOST in half.

Brian Rentfro: He's gonna make GHOST tap!

jon Jon McDaniel: GHOST isn't looking good! He's not giving up!

Matt bends it back even more. The look on GHOST's face describes an unimaginable pain. GHOST is no where near any ropes, and cannot manage to move a muscle. Matt has it locked in so well.

Brian Rentfro: GHOST's beginning to get closer and closer to the ropes. Matt seems to have it locked in, but GHOST's still moving. He's gotta reach those ropes before Matt makes him pass out!

Jon McDaniel: I can't imagine being in that hold...your back's gonna feel like jello. GHOST gets closer and closer to the ropes...

Brian Rentfro: Matt tries to prevent it...but GHOST with his long arms manages to grab the bottom rope!

Matt staggers away. Spitting to the side a bit before turning around to see Crimson holding himself up by the turnbuckle Matt pissed with Ghost trying to play with his head speeds in with a knee. Ghost rolls the ropes and Engel hits the turnbuckle padding. Pulling Matt out of the corner he spins him and quickly drops with the DREAM STING!!

Jon McDaniel: I think that answers who Ghost has been channelling this whole time.

Brian Rentfro: And I can’t think of anyone else that would screw with Matt’s head more. Perfect mind game example by Ghost. I’m actually impressed! Crimson Ghost twitches and moves about before straightening out, releasing the spirit as it seems, Heading for the top rope. WHERE EAGLES DARE!!

NOOO! Engel pops up his knees and Ghost connects with them, holding his back in pain! Engel Staggers to his feet and spits down on his opponent.

Matt: “You disgrace his name.”

Engel heads for the ropes and quickly dives off Euthanasia!!!!

ONE

TWO

THREE!!

TV Break


GOOD vs. EVIL

Who's side will you be on!?!

Marxx vs Emperor Ian

Main Event - Non Title Match


With calculated precision, E.I. climbs up the stairs and steps between the ropes. The ring spotlights continue to fixate on his bE.I.ng while the leather trench coat gets unbuckled and removed from his body. Clad from head to toe in Armani's finest and blackest, E.I. stands in his designated corner and rocks back and forth, waiting on the bell. Before that occurs, Chamelion comes out.

Chamelion: I've heard the challenge that was made, and that Marxx accepted. However, I am not allowing the title to be on the line here tonight. If Ian wins, he will earn a title shot after Good vs Evil, but sorry kiddos, not here, not tonight.

The crowd boos. Chamelion shrugs and tells the ref to start the match.

DING! DING! DING!

Marxx holds a scowl as E.I. starts stretching in the corner. Ian points towards Marxx and then points at his waist. Marxx grins and waves for Ian to come at him.

Brian Rentfro: And here we go…

Ian goes to lock up in a collar and elbow, but Marxx, utilizing his power advantage decides to clobber him in the gut with a right hand. E.I. spins around and gets popped in the jaw by The IC Champion, sending the crowd into a frenzy when E.I.'s head snaps back. Marxx fires another round. Ian takes a step back. Another wave of excitement resonates throughout the building. E.I. takes a kick to the midsection and a knife edge chop across his chest.

Crowd: WOOOOO!!!!

The packed house is all too happy to respond in typical Ric Flair fashion. Marxx winds up for another chop and lands flush on his challenger.

Crowd: WOOOOO!!!!

The Midnight Role Model grasps a hold of E.I.'s wrist and goes to shoot him into the buckle, but Ian shows off his ring awareness and locks his right arm around the ropes. Marxx strains in trying to pull Ian out of the corner, but fails a second time. By the time his head rises up to meet Ian, a forearm slams into the side of his head and stumbles him backwards.

Brian Rentfro: Nice shot by Ian to wobble the IC Champion.

E.I. comes out of the corner slowly, stalking his prey and landing a massive open hand uppercut that rocks Marxx off the ground. When his feet establish a solid foundation, E.I. spins 180 degrees and lands a spinning back fist, making The Champ grateful that he didn't get to the catering area before the match. Ian shoves Marxx the rest of the way into the corner and elbows Marxx across the forehead. He'll have a nice bump to tell everybody about on the plane ride back when the adrenaline stops flowing through his body.

Jon McDaniel: Ian sets the methodical pace where he can make his strikes hurt all that much more.

Brian Rentfro: I'm sure he does, but Marxx has a resiliency factor that hast been proven.

Jon McDaniel: Put E.I.'s fist bone against any resiliency factor and tell me which one wins most of the time.

A quick headbutt only enhances the eventual bump on Marxx's forehead. Ian takes hold of Marxx's arm and has no time launching him diagonally across the ring into the turnbuckle. Once E.I. hears the sweet sound of back colliding with buckle, his feet charge ahead, arm extended forward. Marxx sees the telegraphed clothesline coming his way, and steps out of the corner, catching the arm, and lunges forward with a picture perfect STO. E.I.'s head bounces off the canvas and Marxx rolls back to his feet.

Crowd: RAMPAGE, RAMPAGE, RAMPAGE!!!

Marxx puts a little English on a boot to E.I.'s head, sending him back down to the canvas. A standing legdrop leads into a backwards roll and another leg drop. Ian is left with no choice but to roll out to the floor and holding his throat.

Brian Rentfro: Wow…he dropped to the floor quicker the hooker in the Sham wow salesman’s room!

Marxx doesn't intend of giving Ian time to get his breathe as he starts o measure his steps. Once E.I.'s doubled over frame gets into his line of vision, he begins with a nice head of steam towards Ian. Without any assistance or impediment from the ropes, Marxx shoots through the ropes with a amazing Suicide Dive and sends a thunderous cheer throughout the crowd.

Crowd: RAHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Ian shakes the cobwebs as he uses the barricade to get back up to his feet. Marxx is pumping the crowd even more by leaping around like a Mexican jumping bean. When Ian gets to a knee, Marxx turns his attention to Ian and levels him with a boot to the ribs. E.I. rolls back against the barricade. Marxx grabs Ian by the head and slams his head into the ringpost. Marxx rolls Ian back into the ring and then slides in after him. Marxx lifts Ian up and starts to send knees into Ian’s gut before lifting him up and bringing him down with a Samoan Drop. Marxx starts to feel it as he slaps the mat and starts to stalk E.I.. Marxx locks in that legsweep, half nelson hold.

Brian Rentfro: The Canadian Leg Sweep!!!

Jon McDaniel: OH!! That didn’t look good for Ian!

Brian Rentfro: You think there slick…I mean Marxx is taking him to the woodshed.

Jon McDaniel: Did you just say “The Woodshed?”

Marxx grabs Ian and drapes him face first on the turnbuckle. Marxx rushes in looking to nail the bicycle kick from behind. Ian sidesteps at the last minute as Marxx goes crashing into the corner. As Marxx stumbles out of the corner, Ian grabs him and takes him down with a Belly to Back Suplex.

Crowd: OHHHHHHH!!!!

A Spinning Boot Scrape makes sure that Marxx stays on the ground holding his face. Ian uses this time to get a little air back in his lungs and get some need rest as Marxx rolls over on his stomach. Ian waits for Marxx to get to his hands and knees as the challenger smiles.

Brian Rentfro: Marxx is on all four like Riona at a contract signing.

Jon McDaniel: I’m not even going to ask how you came up with that!

Brian Rentfro: An interesting and yet funny story.

Jon McDaniel: Text me the pictures is all I’m saying.

As soon as Marxx lifts his head, he is greeted by a Running Driving Knee Lift by Ian. Unfortunately, when Marxx head fals up and backwards, Ian grabs him by the hair and slams him face first back down to the Mat. Ian hams it up to the crowd for a moment as MArxx is trying to get his focus back. Ian picks up Marxx and takes him back down with a Face Smasher Slam.

Crowd: PWA, PWA, PWA, PWA!!!!!

Jon McDaniel: Ian is on a roll here. If Marxx doesn’t do something quick, he's not going to survive!

Brian Rentfro: That’s an understatement.

Ian picks up Marxx and goes to whip him into the ropes, but Marxx counters the whip right into a clothesline. Ian hits the mat with hard impact as Marxx signals that this match has go on long enough. Marxx starts to unload a variety of suplexes on Ian, taking the royal one for with brutal looking tosses. Ian pops back up after the last throw and is wobbling around the ring like he is truly out of it. A smile creeps over Marxx’s face as he sees that Ian is out on his feet.

Jon McDaniel: The end is near…better luck next time Ian.

Marxx goes for his finisher, but Ian instinctively reaches for the ropes to keep from being lifted up. Marxx fires boot to the spine but Ian refuses to let go. Marxx seems to be getting more pissed off as Ian looks to have himself wrapped to the ropes and is refusing to let go. Marxx starts to fire boot after boot after shot to no luck. Marxx fakes another boot to the body, causing Ian to brace himself, leaving him open for a sharp elbow strike. Ian lets go of the ropes and tries to wrap him up for the finisher, but Ian is able to counter that and drop down in a reverse Crucifix Armibar. Ian gets the neck wrapped and Marxx is trapped away from the ropes.

Jon McDaniel: Reverse Crucifix Arm-bar with Neck Submission!!!! The Imperial Conquest!!!!!

The ref drops down and checks on Marxx….and the Role Model is tapping. The ref calls for the bell!!!

WINNER: EMPEROR IAN!!!!!



Only to come right back on... it's late night, and the show is over... We see Lacey Gloria walking in the parking lot at the end of the night... But, the angle, it's all wrong. It's not like that of a normal cameraman would shoot... It's too low, too... hidden. It's as if we're supposed to be stalking Lacey. But, she knows nothing as she walks up to a car and opens the trunk. It's about the last thing she'll remember for the time being as a man in a hooded sweatshirt comes out of nowhere and whacks her in the back of a knee with a crowbar!

Lacey falls to the concrete almost immediately from the attack, as the attacker says nothing, picking up Lacey and dropping her headfirst into the floor with a LEGSWEEP DDT! The man looks towards the camera, and for the first time, we see that he is wearing an Apostles of Ares hooded sweatshirt. We don't see his face though... the shadows cover that up well. The man pulls out a remote and points it at the camera...

And we blackout.