World Heavyweight Title: The Phoenix
Intercontinental Title: Johnny Maverick



Saturday Night Rampage Intro

"We are the Champions" explode through the packed arena as Eli Storm comes on the PWA-Tron. He smiles as balloons and confetti fall from the ceiling. As the song dies down, Storm begins to speak.

Storm: Did you really have any doubt. I mean even without the roster size of Chaos...Rampage showed that we still have the cream f the crop the fans want. And now Chaos has decided to move on to our night...our backyard, thinking that will be enough to help them out in this ratings war. But I'm sorry Joe, being this close to greatness will not make your show great. Heh, I have outlast the other Chaos GMs that thought that they could hang. You will be no different.

The crowd cheers at the sound of a victorious Rampage.

Storm: but...I plan on putting the final nail in the Chaos coffin by ushering in a new era for Rampage. And to do so I'm going to give a gift to someone. Someone who helped Rampage get the final push. And that person is Riona Langly. Riona when you get back...and we all know you'll be back. I'm going to place a gift at your doorstep. And that gift is a gift of choice. You see when you face Engel inside a will be in a match...OF YOUR CHOICE!!!

Storm nods as the crowd explodes at the thought of Engel vs. Riona under Riona's stips. The PWA-Tron fades as the show gets ready to begin.

Chrono Clepsydra vs. The The Bomber

This match looked as if is was going to be a interesting match up featuring a new roster member but ended up being a one sided showcase for the new comer as The Bomber could not get started at the opening bell for this match up. After a very large amount of technically based moves, The Bomber was ripe for the picking as Chrono nailed the "Kuroki Kudou" - Spinning Impaler DDT for the win.

WINNER: Chrono Clepsydra

Tyson vs Shadow Starr

Eric Emerson: Introducing first…TYSON!!!!

“Go Hard or Go Home” starts to play as Tyson makes his way out to the stage area. He sticks his arms out and gold sprinkles fall from the ceiling. Tyson smirks as he begins his walks down the rampway cracking his knuckles. Tyson slides under the ring ropes and hops up on the turnbuckle, spreading his arms. Once again gold sprinkles shower him.

Jon McDaniel: Tyson is looking to get on the winning path with this match but he has a big task ahead of him with this match.

Brian Rentfro: You think…I mean he is going up against a former champion in Shadow Starr.

[center][i]The arena is dimmed 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.[/i]

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

Eric Emerson: Introducing his opponent…from Cleveland, OH…SHADOW STARR!!!!!

[i]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.[/i]

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

[i]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.[/i]

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

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

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

[i]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.[/i][/center]


Jon McDaniel: Starr and Tyson lock up in the middle of the ring and the former IC Champion, quickly wraps up Tyson in a school boy for the quick pin…




Jon McDaniel: No! He had him, but it looks like Tyson was able to get a hand on the bottom rope!

Brian Rentfro: Smart thinking…but can he keep it up?

Back in the ring, Tyson springs to his feet, but no sooner does he get vertical than Starr sweeps out his legs from under him. Twisting fluidly, he follows it up with a short elbow drop across the neck, then rises quickly, pulling Tyson with him and launching him across the ring.

Jon McDaniel: Shadow Starr pressing his advantage here, not wanting to give Tyson any room to breathe.

Brian Rentfro: Starr is trying to make up for that lost at the PPV against Ian.

Jon McDaniel: A lost that came from a well fought match between the two.

Starr's roundhouse punch sails high as Tyson rolls out the way. On the rebound, it’s Tyson going airborne, catching the turning Starr with a Lou Thesz press. Tyson starts slugging Shadow Starr with rights and lefts. Unrelenting, Tyson keeps beating on him, until finally, Starr rams his knee into Tyson’s groin. Starr is on him instantly, rolling into the pin and hooking the leg.



Sore groin aside, Tyson is able to kick out at 2, but not without feeling a little more pain. Tyson rolls onto all fours holding his groin as if it is about to fall off. Starr rolls back and springboard off the second rope towards Tyson. As he lands, he hooks Tyson’s head, driving him down with a bulldog hold.

Jon McDaniel: Guillotine bulldog!

Brian Rentfro: Dinner tonight is gonna be a lot tougher going down with his throat swollen!

Tyson flounders around gripping his throat as Starr takes a quick look at his handy work. The former CI Champion starts to stalk Tyson his he struggles for air. Starr steps back before driving an elbow to the back and neck of Tyson. Starr puts the boots to Tyson befre walking around the ring for a moment.

Jon McDaniel: You can get the feeling that Starr believes that he has this one in hand!

Brian Rentfro: You think?!?

Jon McDaniel: I’m just saying that things seem to be a little…

Brian Rentfro: Seem…Tyson hasn’t got a lick of offense in yet!!

Tyson is still curled up and choking as Starr looks to go for the kill. Shadow steps back once again and looks to nail a leaping leg drop onto Tyson. Or the canvas where the possum-playing Tyson had been, at least.


Tyson quickly falls on Starr and cinches in his a Chinlock. Starr does his damnest to wriggle free and both men scramble to their feet. Tyson is staring Shadow Starr down with an icy gaze. Calling him on with his left arm, Tyson ducks a clothesline from Starr, then delivers one of his own as he turns around.

Jon McDaniel: Tyson is still in this thing.

Back to his feet, Shadow Starr shakes off the clothesline, but gets another as he charges at Tyson. And then another. Up again, Starr is determined to get the better of his adversary, and charges forward with a head of steam. Tyson ducks the clothesline, though, and Shadow Starr keeps on straight into the rope. Rebounding back, Shadow Starr ducks the next clothesline from Tyson, this time, and continues on into the ropes. The next rebound, however, produces something different.

Jon McDaniel: Starr puts on the breaks.

Tyson spins around, but Starr is almost right on him. With no time for a clothesline from the left arm, Tyson switches to his right arm for the clothesline attempt. But Shadow Starr sees it coming. With just a split-second to react, Shadow Starr ducks under and hooks Tyson’s arm, Shadow kicks Tyson in the abdomen, pulling him into a standing head scissors. He locks both of the Tyson's arms up, hoisting him into piledriver position. He waits only a few seconds before dropping his opponent with a sit-out pedigree.

Brian Rentfro: And Starr nails the End Game!!!

Jon McDaniel: That move just came out of nowhere, and what a move! Shadow Starr has him now, with that vicious piledriver variation.

Leaving a few people in awe at the move, Shadow Starr pushes Tyson over onto his back and makes the pin, having caught his opponent entirely off guard.




Shadow Starr soaks up the cheers as his music plays, and Tyson is helped by the referee, which doesn't stop him from shooting some dirty looks over the Starr. And Starr returns with a smirk of his own.

Hunter's Wake

The lights suddenly dim, catching our announcers off guard, as a single gong echoes through out the arena. The fans rise collectively to their feet, anticipation high as a single spotlight shines solemnly on the stage. Then, from the back, four men attired in formal funeral dress wear come out, each at one corner of a casket being rolled on wheels down to the ring.

Brian Rentfro: What.. what the hell is this!?

Jon McDaniel: I have no idea!

When the four men reach the ring, a second gong rings and two of the men step into the ring and assist in pulling the casket inside the squared circle. The other two men then join them and reset the casket up on the wheel set that brought it down. Then one of the men steps out and collects a stand and sign from under the ring, handing it to one of the other men who sets it at the head of the casket. The sign is currently covered in a black satin cloth.

Brian Rentfro: I do not like the looks of this.

Jon McDaniel: This scene is reminiscent of events that occasionally transpire elsewhere, and only one man in the PWA bares anywhere near a similar resemblance to that individual.

A Third gong answers Jon’s comment and pyros explode on stage. No music follows the pyro, but stepping through the smoke comes The Soul-Taker; Raizzor. The crowd cheers thunderously as the big man makes his way down to the ring. Scaling the metal stairs, Raizzor steps through the ropes and moves his hand to dismiss the four funeral attendees. He then takes a mic offered from Emerson and turns his attention to the crowd.

Raizzor: Tonight, we pay tribute to one who has passed. We stand here, together to mark the end of a man who has been a cornerstone of this federation for the past year. I stand before you to say final words, to pay my own tribute to this lost soul.

Raizzor turns and grasps the corner of the satin clothe and pulls it softly from the stand, to reveal a name…

1984 – 2009

The crowd erupts as they see what the sign says and Raizzor turns his attention back to the mic.

Raizzor: At Good vs. Evil, Hunter Sullivan crossed the line, and I collected his soul. Riona Langly broke his body, and The Phoenix put him into the ground, but it is I that sealed him away and took his soul for my own. It is I that pays tribute here today to mark his end. And I do so, not only for what he did to my brother and I Sunday, but as an example.

He glides his fingers over the silver lining of the casket.

Raizzor: Matthew Engel, for a time we were allies. Or, so it was to be believed. It should be made clear to those who are blind, that my time in Pantheon was not to follow the course of those who’s egos ran rampant… men like Hunter Sullivan and Matthew Engel, but to keep them from going too far, to keep them in line. I was there, in essence, to protect the interests of the PWA and those who could suffer from the misdeeds of my ‘allies.

Brian Rentfro: You mean!?

Raizzor: To the common man, I was a ‘mole’. But it seems I was not the only one… I have come to learn that the Order of Chaos was there for their own personal reasons; and felt Pantheon was due its course. And what of my brother, you all may wonder? He was honest from day one; He never changed who he was or how he acted. He was devious, yes, but he never lied. He challenged men who you would deem ‘heels’, he challenged those you loved… he was himself as he always has been… and then Hunter.. Hunter betrayed him and Chamelion snapped.

The fans roar at this.

Raizzor: And you never cross Chamelion, especially when the man is your boss. Hunter learned this.. a lesson he shall never forget. And I left him to be decimated for his actions… to a point.

His thoughts turn to another.

Raizzor: Riona Langly lost control, and I could not allow it, not even to Sullivan. I stepped in between her and he and delivered the Tombstone so that it would end. I know Miss Langly does not approve, but she was losing herself… and I know what it is like to lose oneself. And then, Matthew Engel decided it was his turn to take it upon himself and try to end Miss Langly, and that again, was something I could not allow.

He growls deep in his throat, his eyes cross.

Raizzor: Matthew Engel, the example I mentioned earlier, that of Hunter Sullivan, is directed to you. This casket, the carcass that lies within, is what awaits you. I know you, like many others, will attempt to dissect me, call me a fraud, and you know I have covered this before. What will your chosen path be, when you stand across from me? Do you have fear, Engel, or are you blinded as so many before you have been!? And oh yes, Engel, we will cross paths… we will meet in this ring…. And you know oh, so well, what I want from you.

Raizzor walks around the casket and looks down upon it.

Raizzor: I want what you hold. The PWA World Heavyweight Championship! But more than that, I want to lay your casket alongside Sullivans, and show the PWA that the Soul-Taker… the man who has dominated this federation for a decade…

He turns and the camera focuses close upon his features.

Raizzor: Is BACK! This, I Promise!

Dropping the mic, the gong sounds again and Raizzor motions for the four men to take the casket from the ring as the crowd erupts at the announcement of Raizzor’s challenge. The Soul-Taker stands there as the single spotlight shines down upon him, the darkness flooding around that very spot, and he raises his head to the heavens and the light fades to black.

Jon McDaniel: Black out!

Brian Rentfro: I hate when these things happen.

A solitary gong sounds and all the lights come back, and Raizzor is no where to be seen. Jon and Brian are left speechless.

Viktor Stone vs The Crimson Ghost

The lights go dark as we hear an eery laugh over the speakers before red lights cast a creepy glow over the arena.

Eric Emerson: “Making his way to the ring… The Crimson Ghost!”

'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 his opponent and smiling, the blood between his teeth making it all the more terrifying.
Eric Emerson: Introducing now... standing at 6'0" and weighting in at 237 pounds...

A pulsing beat hits the speakers as "The Beginning Is The End Is The Beginning" by Smashing Pumpkins begins to play as a man steps out from the smoke rising up from the entrance ramp. The man is wearing Black boots and Black kneepads and Blue baggy jean shorts. He tops that off with a Grey "The Apostles of Ares" hoodie with the sleeves cut off and the hood over his head. He also has his fists and forearms taped up.

"Send a heartbeat to
The void that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass
For now we stand alone
The world is lost and blown
And we are flesh and blood disintegrate
With no more to hate"

Eric Emerson: He hails from Hartford, CT... he is VIKTOR STONE!!!!

Pyros spike up from the entrance all the way down the ramp. Stone begins to make his way down the rampway as Blue lights flicker through the arena. On the screen behind him, you can see clips from Stone's various PWA matches.

"Is it bright where you are
Have the people changed
Does it make you happy you're so strange
And in your darkest hour
I hold secrets flame
We can watch the world devoured in its pain"

Stone makes it ringside and slides under the bottom rope. He hopes up and scans the crowd while taking off his hoodie, reveling his shirtless, Tattooed body. Stone sits in the corner ala Raven...waiting for the bell to ring. The bell rings and Stone immediately charges the Ghost, wrapping around him in a half nelson… a full nelson… and full-nelson suplex! The Ghost pushes himself up and hisses at Stone, throwing a punch – it connects, staggering the brute. The Ghost leaps into a flying knee, which lands in Stone’s gut, doubling him over in pain.

The Ghost attempts another powerful knee kick, but Viktor grabs the Ghost’s leg and slams in down into the mat. The Ghost recoils, while Stone runs in for a fireman’s carry. With the Ghost draped over his shoulder, Viktor marches to the turnbuckle, and planting off the bottom rope, he gets a bit more height to the drop on the Ghost.

The Ghost lands sorely on his shoulder, collapsing onto the mat. Viktor leaps from the ropes, landing his heels on the Ghost’s arm. The Ghost writhes as his arm takes such a vicious beating. Viktor lifts the Ghost to his feet, practically dislocating the Crimson Ghost’s shoulder. The Ghost staggers as Stone wraps him up in an armbar. The Ghost wriggles, but can’t escape! Stone spins, whipping the Ghost back down to the mat. The Ghost rolls across the mat, his free hand trying to massage the harsh pain in his shoulder. Stone saw an opportunity and knee-dropped onto the Ghost’s shoulder.

The Ghost tried to crawl away as fast he could to the ropes to try and pull himself to his feet. Once up, his left arm was hanging rather lifelessly at his side.

The Ghost didn’t appear to be himself.

Stone charges at the Ghost, who flinches, putting his shoulder forward. Stone dropkicks the Ghost, landing the kick squarely on his bad shoulder. His face winced as he crashed into the ropes, which pushed him forward, tripping over Stone and landing on the mat – again on his bad shoulder.

The Ghost was almost whimpering, rolling on the ground, holding his shoulder. Stone reached down and jerked him to his feet again, punched the Ghost in the stomach, doubling him over. Stone wraps up in a double underhook.

Jon McDaniel: “This may be it right here.”

Brian Rentfro: “Indeed. He’s really wailing on the Ghost’s arm here. I wonder…”

Jon McDaniel: “Here it is!”

Stone flips, landing his flipping double underhook piledriver.

Jon McDaniel: “Death Before Dishonor!”

Brian Rentfro: “I have to wonder if he hasn’t just done some serious damage to the Ghost’s arm…”

Jon McDaniel: “Which would put Johnny out of commission, too…”

Brian Rentfro: “Yessir… it’s a two for one as far as those two wrestlers are concerned.”

The Ghost writhes on the mat, unable to push himself to his feet. Viktor walks to his side, planting a foot on the Ghost’s chest, effectively pinning him to the mat. He hoists his arms into the air, pumping the crowd. The ref hits the three count.

Jon McDaniel: “3! That’s it!”

Eric Emerson: “And your winner is… Viktor Stone!”

Brian Rentfro: “It doesn’t look like Johnny’s getting up.”

Jon McDaniel: “The Ghost.”

Brian Rentfro: “Whatever.”

Jon McDaniel: “You’re right… medical is making their way to the ring, now.”

Jon McDaniel: “You don’t know that. Knowing the Ghost, he could just be angling for something here.”

Brian Rentfro: “I’m not sure he’s that smart.”

Jon McDaniel: “…and that’s why I never invite you to my poker games.”

Brian Rentfro: “What?”

The medics put Johnny on a stretcher, despite his protests, and carry him out of the ring. Stone watches until Johnny is whisked away, whereupon he leaves himself with a smirk on his face from ear to ear.

Ready and Willing

"Moon Baby" by Godsmack hits the sound system as the PWA's World Champion, Matthew Engel, comes out from backstage. He walks down to the ring to an array of mostly boo's, however there are some applauding fans few and far between. Engel reaches the ring and climbs in. He undos his World Title belt and throws it over his left shoulder. Engel is dressed in his entrance attire, and is handed a microphone. "Moon Baby" dies down and Engel begins to speak.

Matthew Engel: Where do we go from here? I've taken the liberty of removing Jethro Hayes and Riona Langly temporarily from Pioneer Wrestling. Yeah -- that was me. And why would I do that? No doubt about it they are some of Rampage's finest competition, but what you all don't understand and haven't seen is that they're not ready. Hayes wasn't ready to truly go the distance with me. Riona wasn't ready to wage a personal war with yours truly. I did them both a favor and sidelined them, so they could come back stronger than ever. That is what I want, and when they're ready to come back, I will be ready. But throughout all the chaos and destruction that ensued on November 22nd, one man managed to emerge from it with a different goal in mind.

Engel holds up his World Title.

Matthew Engel: Michael? Is this what you want?

Engel drops the title back onto his shoulder.

Jon McDaniel: I do believe that is what Raizzor wants, and quite possibly the end of Matthew Engel.

Brian Rentfro: Raizzor needs to step in line!

Matthew Engel: So is The Virus' next challenge Michael Sommers, brother of Chamelion and one of the all-time PWA greats? Is this what is going to be laid out for me until the true warriors come back after licking their wounds? Michael, as I told Rob, I am always ready and willing for any kind of challenge. I don't care that you're a Sommers, I don't care how dominate you truly believe you are. But, I believe there is someone that has earned it more than you have and if she doesn't succumb to her wounds and makes a valiant return in time for Ground Zero, then I will be facing her. But, if that's not the case, then I will need a formidable opponent for Ground Zero and since Hayes is 'busy'... I guess that leaves you, now doesn't it? Hell, I've already beaten your brother, rest assured I can defeat you in the squared circle.

Engel adjusts the World Title on his shoulder. An 'ASSHOLE!' chant stirs up in the crowd nearest him.

Jon McDaniel: Fits. Ever since he's been obsessed with that World Title, he's not the same man.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, Jon. He's only been the most dominate wrestler since his return in June, and has only been pinned TWICE.

Jon McDaniel: I can't argue the facts, but the Pantheon is finished. Why does he need to continue to act like this?

Brian Rentfro: Maybe Engel was the most Pantheon member of them all.

Matthew Engel: So there it is... Raizzor. If Riona cannot make it back in time for a proper World Title match at Ground Zero, I will be facing the Soul-taker... the legend... the Hall of Famer himself -- Raizzor. And it will be a match of my choosing, and it will be a magnificent contest to end the year as the Virus will continue his title reign into 2010.

Engel drops the mic and slips out of the ring. "Moon Baby" picks back up as Engel slowly makes his way up the rampway. The crowd is boo'ing harder than ever and all Engel can do is smile. He reaches the top of the stage and raises his World Title in the air with all the pride he can muster. He then wraps it back around his waist and disappears backstage.

Jon McDaniel: So Engel has answered Raizzor's unofficial challenge. And if Riona can't make it back in time, he will be facing Raizzor at Ground Zero for the World Title.

Brian Rentfro: This will be Engel's greatest chance since Bad Blood to prove he is the most dominate wrestler in the PWA. I can't wait, Jon!

Matthew Engel vs Trent Bradley

Non Title Match

This match had all the fans buzzing with current World Champion, Matthew Engel took on the up and coming Trent Bradley. Recently Trent has been making his mark on the Rampage fans, while Engel has been cementing his stake as one of the greatest World Champions in PWA history. Surprisingly it was the slightly bigger Trent that came out the gate first keeping the World Champion on his toes with a picture perfect set of suplexes. Engel tries to fight back but the rookie to PWA is focused on toppling the current king of the mountain.

But Engel has been around for a while and knows how to quickly get himself out of a jam. A quick eye rake and the Champion has the opening that he needs to start swinging the match in his favor. Engel uses the opening to place a few well chosen knees followed by nasty looking Russian Legsweep that planted the back of Trent's head into the corner turnbuckle. As Trent slumps back into the corner, Engel unleashes a fury of mudhole style stomps.

The mistake in Engel offense is when he pauses to yell at a fan on the outside, allowing Trent to get hsi legs back under him and spear Engel to the mat. From there Trent focused on trying to take out Engel's ribs. Smart move by the rookie, making sure Engel has a hard time breathing and it may keep him from going for his finisher. But Matt is able to block a knee to the ribs and lift Trent up and down for a beautiful spinebuster. Engel falls back a little clutching his ribs. Engel watches as Trent rolls over to his knees, holding his back.

Engel grabs Trent from behind and yanks him into DDT position. But before Engel can hit the Falling DDT, Riona Langly's theme music hits the PA System and Matthew pauses. That pauses was enough for Trent to spin Engel around into his own reverse DDT postion. but instead of nailing a DDT, Trent lifts the World Champion up and over into a stunner. A Finisher he likes to call the Bradley Buster. Trent drops doen for the 3 count. 1....2.....3!!!!

WINNNER: Trent Bradley

Marxx (c) vs Emperor Ian

Intercontinental Championship

Eric Emerson: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the MAIN EVENT! This match is scheduled for one pinfall or submission, it has a thirty minute time limit, and it is for the PWA INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP!

Jon McDaniel: I'm very excited for this match. Ian has really stepped up his game in recent weeks, and Marxx looked as good as ever when he beat Matt Stone at Good versus Evil.

Brian Rentfro: Yes, Marxx is a true Rampage hero for that one, Jon.

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

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, the challenger... hailing from Imperial County, California...

Ian reaches the ring and slides underneath the bottom rope. He stands up and begins to get ready for his match. He's extremely focused.

Eric Emerson: He stands 6'1 and weighs 202 pounds... he is... EMPEROR IAN!!

Jon McDaniel: Ian looks ready to go, Jon.

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...

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.

Eric Emerson: He stands 6'2 and weighs 233 pounds... he is the PWA Intercontinental Champion... MARXX!!!!

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.


Jon McDaniel: And we're underway as Ian and Marxx circle each other in the ring.

Marxx and Ian lock horns but Marxx gets the advantage and puts Ian in a side headlock. Marxx pounds on the top of Ian's head but Ian breaks free and sends Marxx into the ropes. Marxx comes back with a flying shoulder tackle taking Ian down. Marxx bounces up and kicks a rising Ian in the gut and then nails Ian with a pumphandle slam right off the bat! Marxx covers.



Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: And Ian kicks out after two from that devastating slam by Marxx.

Brian Rentfro: Marxx is just showing the true power of an Intercontinental Champion.

Marxx gets Ian up to his feet and nails him with a knee to the gut. Marxx sends Ian into the ropes and tries for a clothesline, but Ian ducks underneath and nails Marxx with a reverse DDT! Ian covers.



Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: What a counter move from the Emperor. Marxx is reeling from that DDT.

Brian Rentfro: I think Ian might have hurt is neck pretty good there.

Ian helps Marxx up to his feet and then gives him a headbutt. Ian whips Marxx into the turnbuckles. Ian charges in but Marxx gets his boot up just in time. Ian stumbles back and Marxx rushes out of the corner and nearly takes Ian's head off with a running lariat! Ian bounces back up and Marxx dodges a punch from Ian and lands a punch of his own! Marxx boxes Ian a bit and then finishes Ian off with a nasty european uppercut. Ian is against the ropes and Marxx whips him to the other side. Ian comes back and slides between Marxx's legs. Ian nails a dropkick on Marxx. Another! Another! Marxx is stumbling and Ian springboards off the middle rope and nails Marxx with a kick to the side of the head! Marxx crumbles to the mat and Ian covers.




Brian Rentfro: Phew! Close one there Jon. That kick from Ian almost did Marxx in.

Jon McDaniel: We were definitely close to having a new IC Champion.

Ian gets Marxx to his feet and nails him with a stinging chop to the chest.

Crowd: WOOOOO!!!!

Ian winds up again for another chop and connects beautifully as the crowd here gets more and more involved in this match.

Crowd: WOOOOO!!!!

Ian sends Marxx into the ropes and Ian tries to telegraph a dropkick, but Marxx stops on a dime and Ian hits nothing and falls to the mat. Ian bounces back up but Marxx is on the attack as he grabs Ian by the air and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle!

Brian Rentfro: Ouch! That's gotta hurt!

Jon McDaniel: And Marxx does it again!

Marxx comes out of the corner slowly, stalking his prey and landing a massive open hand uppercut that rocks Ian off the ground. When his feet establish a solid foundation, Marxx spins and lands a spinning back fist that rocks Emperor Ian. Marxx picks Ian up and sets him down on the top turnbuckle. Ian tries to fight back by pushing Marxx away and hitting him, but Marxx defends himself and catches Ian right on the jaw with a vicious right hand. Spit flies everywhere as Marxx climbs up to the second rope. He puts Ian in a front facelock and throws Ian's left arm over his head. He suplexes Ian off the top rope to the mat below.

Jon McDaniel: SUPERPLEX!

Brian Rentfro: Oh man! What elevation! Marxx goes for the cover.



Thr -- NO! Kick out at the last possible moment!

Marxx gets Ian up to his feet after the superplex, and then Marxx throws Ian into the turnbuckles. Marxx rushes in but Ian moves out of the way. Marxx crashes into the turnbuckles and stumbles back toward the middle of the ring. Ian sweeps out Marxx's feet from underneath him and then appies the Imperial Conquest!

Jon McDaniel: Ian has got Marxx in the Imperial Conquest!

Brian Rentfro: And nearly right in the middle of the ring! Marxx is trying to escape.

Marxx is struggling as hard as he can, trying to get out of the move. But, he is forced to tap out as he can't manuever over to the ropes.


Eric Emerson: And the winner of this match... your new PWA Intercontinental Champion... EMPEROR... IAN!!!!!

Jon McDaniel: And Ian makes Marxx tap out AGAIN to the Imperial Conquest!

Brian Rentfro: Unbelivable, Jon. I really thought Marxx was gonna retain tonight, but Ian pulled out yet another upset.

Jon McDaniel: Ian has shown he is ready to go up against some of the best the PWA has to offer, and certainly Marxx is one of them.

Ian is jumping up and down, holding his Intercontinental Title in the air. Marxx gets up to his feet and tries to shake off the pain. Marxx slips out of the ring and heads backstage, leaving Ian to his celebration.

Jon McDaniel: That's all we have this week... check in next week as Rampage continues to dominate Chaos!

Brian Rentfro: See you next Saturday!

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