WWI Rise of Empire

The Reign of the Teacher continues as we go to the Memphis Dome in Luxor, Egypt.
Egypt is burning under the assault of Thamptis and his flying castle. Will the villain come to Luxor in
his quest to burn all of Egypt? Stay tuned!

Castle over Luxor

Over the ancient ruins at Luxor, Egypt...
Cloud begin forming over the ruins, blocking out the sky. The clouds begin changing colors, a
multicolored display across the sky.

Silently as if a cloud itself, the Flying Castle of Lord Thamptis glides over the ruins. It stops over the
ruins and hangs in the sky.

At one of the lower balconies, Lord Thamptis floats over to the railing. He places his hands on the
railing and looks over the ruins. In the distance, modern Luxor burns from the violence of the invading
armies.
Lady Apathy swoops in from the sky, landing on the balcony next to Lord Thamptis. Her wings fold
back and vanish into her back again and she stands at attention.
Lady Apathy: "Lord Thamptis. Your brothers report that the war on Egypt is proceeding as planned and
the upper kingdom will be claimed within hours. I have heard that Captain Gideon Rogers of
Warhammer Wrestling is planning on trying a counter-offensive to drive your soldiers away from
Luxor and try to push them back to the castle. He is being supported by the Sandstormers, the Genocide
Regime, the Obsidian Raiders, and a lot of Shocktroopers. I don't know that your brothers can hold
against such a force. They plan on striking right after their pay-per-view."
Lord Thamptis raises a hand and motions below to the ruins.
Thamptis: "No matter what paltry force that this mortal can muster? They will not be able to stand
against the Dread Dragon once it has been raised from where I had sealed it away from thousands of

years ago. The prison that I had designed only increased it's power over the centuries."
Lady Apathy looks down on the ground where the apprentices of Lord Thamptis are carving an arcane
circle into the ground and getting it ready to fills the grooves with blood from sacrifices taken from
Luxor.
Lady Apathy: "The Dread Dragon is that powerful? What if the Order of the Dragon were to take it
on?"
Lord Thamptis is silent as he watches the preparations down below.
Thamptis: "I am aware of their strength. I think I had even met Dragasha Omega once long ago. We
were not at odds then and so there was no battle. Still. If they choose to oppose me at this late
hour...they will be burned to a crisp. The Dread Dragon has slain Gods from an invading dimension.
There is nothing that these little Dragons can do to stop me. The Chinese wizard who imprisoned me in
the form of stone is long dead. Nothing can stop me now."
Lord Thamptis looks away from the ground to look to gaze at Lady Apathy.
Lord Thamptis: "At your last scheduled match against the very Dragon that you speak of, Dragasha
Omega. You managed to break the rules of their new leader. You represent me now. Do better. Abide by
the rules as laid down to be able to defeat your opponent and show the world the strength given unto
you by my power."
Lady Apathy looks down, but she can't hide a smirk.
Lady Apathy: "I will be more careful, Lord Thamptis. Though if we meet in the field of war? I can
absorb her energy. If we meet outside of a wrestling match, I will kill her."
Lord Thamptis: "That is good. After the end of their show, I will destroy the means for the WWI to
escape and have my Dread Dragon burn them all. Then we will make our way to Rome and destroy the
city. From there? Claim all the lands once claimed by Rome and Carthage to hand control over to those
who come from royal Carthage blood. It will be my gift to them. We will move on and carve our own
empire."
Lady Apathy smiles, her pale cheeks sporting spots of rosiness.
Lady Apathy: "That will be a glorious victory. I cannot wait to help your brothers defeat our enemies in
the field."
Lord Thamptis: "Go and prepare for your match with another of the Dragons. I will continue to oversee
the ritual to bring out the Dread Dragon."
Lady Apathy nods, spreading her dark wings and taking flight into the sky.
Lord Thamptis looks down below and smiles a ghastly smile.
Lord Thamptis: "Everything is proceeding as planned. Mortals and Dragons will burn to ash in the path
of my Dread Dragon."

Opening and Confrontation

The arena goes dark as the JumboTron lights up with a disturbing sight. The view is of the ruins outside
in old Luxor. The view pans back to reveal the Flying Castle overhead. There is the sounds of distant
gunfire and explosions as the remnants of the Egyptian military try to stop the endless hordes that come
from the castle to overwhelm them like a tidal wave. Fans begin to murmur to each other nervously, but
the murmurs silence themselves as the JumboTron changes to.

The fans begin quiet, but as the song goes through the paces, they begin cheering louder and louder
until the song ends.
The song is replaced by video montages of Dragasha Omega and j0ker, ending with a clips from their
last match in the ring.
Once that video ends, the lights come on and we focus to the middle of the ring where Ms. McJames
stands with a microphone in hand.
Ms. McJames: "Hello and welcome to WWI's ppv, Rise of Empire! It is here and now that we will
establish Warhammer Wrestling as the premier wrestling brand that the entire world will look to for
their wrestling! We will change...everything! No more chaos. No more backstage assaults. No more
supernatural craziness! No more battles that do no concern wrestling. It ends here and now with the
dawning of a new age of wrestling!"
Johnston: "Ms. McJames making a bold statement here tonight."
Dizon: "The crowd doesn't want what she's selling though."
As the crowd boos, Ms. McJames shakes her head with a smile. She goes to speak, but is interrupted by
an explosion near to the arena that shakes free dust from the rafters. She closes her eyes and mumbles
something to herself before she smiles again.
Ms. McJames: "What is happening outside of this arena is something for the Egyptian military to be
concerned with. We are merely providing entertainment and will not be targeted. After here? We will
return to England and be safe."
"That is the very last thing that we will do!"
Everyone turns to look at the entrance stage to see a new man standing there. He is in an impressively
expensive suit and begins to stroll down the aisle to the ring. Ms. McJames narrows her eyes as she
regards this man.
Ms. McJames: "I am the General Manager, stranger. I will decide where to go!"
The man smiles and rolls into the ring.

Man: "Darling. You ain't makin' those choices anymore."

Ms. McJames growls as the fans cheer for the stranger.
Ms. McJames: "You don't understand! I am the hero here! I am the one who will save everyone's lives
for the greater good! Just who do you think that you are?"
The man grins and holds out a document.
Man: "I go by the name of Ethan Mills. What I have here is the proxy vote of the shareholders for this
company. All of which are owned by one Allen Anderson. He cannot be allowed to vote with his own
shares because of his unique situation, but I can. I choose to promote myself to General Manager and
kick you out of office! In fact? Later on tonight, you will face someone of powerful stature in order to
show you the error of your ways."
Johnston: "Another coup?"
Dizon: "A good and proper coup. I think I might like this Ethan Mills!"
Ethan Mills turns away from Ms. McJames to look to the ringside security.
Mills: "Take Ms. McJames to the back so she can prepare for her match."
Two Shocktroopers grab Ms. McJames and take her to the back.
Mills: "Captain Gideon Rogers. No need to come out. I will wager that a camera is right by where you
are in security."
The JumboTron lights up and Captain Gideon Rogers can be seen at his desk.
Mills: "I know you've been aching to do so. Take command of the Warhammer troops from here and
coordinate their defenses against this flying castle and the creatures that spill from it."
Rogers: "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. We will have them routed within a couple of hours."
Mills: "That's what I like to hear, Captain! Carry on."
The JumboTron fades to darkness with the crowd cheering.
Mills: "I know what's going out there isn't our fight, but where will they go if we cannot stop them
here? What more damage will they cause if we do not stop them? We are a wrestling organization, but
we possess some of the most gifted people in the entire world. We can and will stop this. We will save
Egypt and really begin our new Empire. We will Rise...tonight!"
The crowd stand up and cheer on a deafening level as Ethan Mills waves to the crowd.
Mills: "Enjoy the show tonight, folks! We promise to not disappoint! Fire, blood, and chaos. Welcome
to Warhammer Wrestling!"

The fans cheer as Ethan Mills makes his way to the back.
Johnston: "As I understand it, Ethan Mills and Allen Anderson used to be room mates in a business
college. I forget which one right now."
Dizon: "That certainly goes a long way on explaining how he's here to help Anderson remove Ms.
McJames from power."
Johnston: "Yes. And we should look to the ring for the opening match."
Dizon: "Sounds like fun."
The sounds of gunfire and explosions outside of the arena only increase as Captain Gideon Rogers
joins the battle.
Johnston: (whispering) "Be safe Gideon."
Dizon: "So you and he are an item!"
Johnston: "Shut up!"

Debut of Zander Zachary

Theobald: "This next match is scheduled for one fall, featuring first the challenger, weighing in at two
hundred and thirty-five pounds...Zander Zachary!"
"Duality" by Slipknot begins as Zander Zachary makes his way down to the ring. The fans stay silent as
they regard the newcomer. Zander leers at a couple of fans, drawing out a smattering of boos. The
reaction gives Zander a grin as he rolls into the ring.
Johnston: "Zander Zachary comes in full of arrogance. I wonder if he really knows what he's getting
into with this match?"
Dizon: "Somehow I doubt it. This will be interesting."

Theobald: "And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and eighty-five pounds...Tarrasque!"
"Ladies and Gentlemen" by Saliva begins as Tarrasque steps out from the back. He raises his arms into
the air and roars, getting the crowd to roar back and cheer. Tarrasque rushes down to the ring, stepping
over the ropes, and looking to Zander with a wide grin on his face.
Johnston: "My reports say that Tarrasque has been in the Restricted Area ever since Penance Four came
to a close. He's been hunting the creatures that have taken over the area and living off of the land."
Dizon: "That's as crazy as they come. I won't set foot in the Restricted Area! He's spent weeks there?
Wow."
As the bell rings, Zander launches into Tarrasque, belting him with lefts and rights before applying an
armbar, turning it into an arm drag. He keeps the armbar, twisting and dropping his leg into the arm to
break the hold. Zander and Tarrasque are both back to their feet quickly and Zander bodyslams
Tarrasque, dropping a knee on his forehead. Zander gets back up to find Tarrasque getting right back up
with a grin. Zander turns and grabs Tarrasque with a Russian legsweep, rolling over Tarrasque and
grabbing him with a reverse chinlock.
Johnston: "For all of his arrogance, Zander looks to be controlling this match."
Dizon: "I think it's a weird plan of Tarrasque's."
Zander breaks the hold, grabbing Tarrasque by the ears and headbutting him in the back of the head.
Zander gets up, but when Tarrasque starts to rise? He grabs Tarrasque by the back of the head and
slams his face into the mat. He glides up to put Tarrasque into a side headlock while on the mat. When
the ref can't see what he's doing? Zander applies a thumb to Tarrasque's throat, but he doesn't react the
way most people would. He takes being choked in stride. Zander releases the hold and pulls Tarrasque
to his feet. Tarrasque just grins at Zander.
Tarrasque: "More. Do more!"
Zander raises an eyebrow, but whips Tarrasque into the ropes and hits a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker on the
rebound. Zander then bounces off of the ropes, dropping both knees into Tarrasque's midsection before
mounting him and pounding on him with lefts and rights until the ref pulls him away. Tarrasque sits up,
blood leaking from his nose. Once the blood reaches his lip, he sticks his tongue out and laps at the
dripping blood with a wide grin.
Tarrasque: "My turn."
Zachary: "Right. You don't get a turn!"
Tarrasque: "Me had turn. You turn hurt. We have fun!"
Johnston: "That sounds ominous."
Dizon: "Does Zander get health insurance as a newbie?"
Zander comes at Tarrasque, who jumps to his feet. When Zander reaches Tarrasque, he is caught by the

throat. Tarrasque reaches down to grab Zander by the junk and lifts Zander up high overhead. The ref
yells at Tarrasque to release Zander...amd he does. Tarrasque hurls Zander over the top rope, landing
his throat across the ring railing. Zander lands on the concrete floor and holds his throat, trying to
regain his air. Tarrasque lets out a roar, rushing across the ring, diving over the top rope into a vertical
dive, and lands a headbutt into Zander's midsection. The wind is knocked from Zander's lungs, he rolls
over onto all fours, and begins coughing up blood.
Johnston: "So Tarrasque took the punishment early on to get the measure of Zander, and then began his
own offensive."
Dizon: "It's time to see what's on the inside of Zander Zachary!"
Tarrasque drags Zander to his feet, but Zander reaches over the security railing to grab a hot dog from a
fan. He prepares to throw it at Tarrasque, but the hot dog is seized from him. Tarrasque doesn't even
notice Zander as he devours the hot dog. Zander rolls back into the ring and waits for Tarrasque to
return. Tarrasque quickly gets onto the ring apron and is met by Zander, who suplexes him into the
ring. Zander rolls to his feet and dives at Tarrasque once he sits up to clothesline him back to the mat.
Zander holds Tarrasque down with a grin.
Zachary: "The loser of this match gets to go to the buffet!"
Tarrasque lays perfectly still as the ref counts the pinfall.
One...Two...Three!!!
Theobald: "Winner of the match via pinfall...Zander Zachary!"
The crowd boos as Zander celebrates his win in the ring.
Johnston: "He tricked Tarrasque! That was dirty!"
Dizon: "I wonder what he'll think if Tarrasque goes to find him after finding out he doesn't get that
buffet?"

Out of the Frying Pan

and into the Fire!
Allen Anderson is laying in his cot. He has spoken to his legal counsel and so far? There has been little
evidence to support the claims that he has had anything to do with the crimes of Dr. Claw except for
trying to stop him.
There is however, evidence that supports that he has placed the WWI staff and fans in the direct path of
danger time and time again for more than just "helping out". There is evidence to suggest that the extra
risk of bloodshed has brought about a major boost in ratings and cash flow to the company. That

despite the benefits being paid out to health and life insurance policies.
This evidence has of course been supplied by Ms. McJames in violation of Anderson's personal
property. Though whether it can really be thrown out of court is up to the legal teams and the judge
now. All Anderson can do is wait and hope that his company doesn't go belly up in the meantime.
Guards have taken the prisoner in the cell next to him away for questioning many times in the past few
days. They always return him back to the cell and seem angry. Anderson chuckles to himself. The man
has no recollection of any Warhammer secrets that he had promised to give out. He doesn't even
remember why he's in jail.
He had been offered the same deal. To rat out on the secrets he has collected on Warhammer over the
years, but he knows better. Warhammer will lose, but he will also lose his position, his power, his
fortune, and his life. No deal is that good.
Anderson is almost asleep when the alarms being sounding. He can hear sounds of gunfire and
explosions outside. He tries to ask guards running back and forth, but none stop long enough to answer
him. Though he does catch enough conversation in passing to hear what he needs to, and it chills him
to the core. He inhales sharply and let's the words come out slow as if trying to make the very subject
matter fade away.
Anderson: "The Men in Purple are attacking."
Anderson goes to the bars of the cells and begins shaking them as hard as he can, ignoring the fire in
his leg from running.
Anderson: "They're just normal people! Take the circlet under the purple hat off and they will change
back to normal!"
No one stops long enough to hear his words. Anderson sighs and staggers back to his cot, painfully
sitting down.
Still...under the sounds of battle, alarms, and chaos? There is a slight, but steady beeping sound.
Anderson looks around to see what could be making the sound until his eyes fall upon the sleeping man
in the cell next to him. There is a purple light flashing at his temple and that is where the beeping is
coming from.
Anderson: "When I modified his memories, it changed his brainwaves. They have implanted devices to
monitor that? This is not the tech of the Men in Purple that my people faced!"
Another thought occurs to him.
Anderson: "They are coming for you. And when they find you...they will find the man who confined
their master into a computer system. This has gone from bad to worse."
A massive explosion rocks the building, throwing Anderson to the floor. The ground continues to shake
for long minutes afterwards.
Anderson: "What the hell?"

The man in the cell sits up next to him. His eyes appear to be glazed over with a faint shine of purple.
He smiles at Anderson.
Man: "The temporary NATO headquarters has fallen. All within are dead."
Anderson drags himself over to the bars between their cells, but the gleam has gone from his eyes.
Anderson: "How do you know that? Tell me!"
The man shakes his head as if trying to clear his thoughts. He looks at Anderson blankly.
Man: "Tell you how I know what? That you're a gimp ass rich boy in jail? I think you know that,
right?"
Anderson sighs and twitches a little as the gunfire and explosions start to sound closer. He turns back to
the man, shaking the bars to get his attention.
Anderson: "You can hear them somehow. You can hear them speaking each other through a cybernetic
communication network. How much time do we have?"
Man: "I don't know what the heck you are talking about, fool! You speaking some kind of gibberish!"
Anderson: "Listen to me now! They are coming for you! When they discover that you have been
broken? They will likely kill you! You can still tap into their communications somehow. I just saw you
do it! Focus, boy! Tell me how long before they have breached UN Security!"
The man shakes his head again, swiping a little at his ear as if warding off a fly. He frowns and sits
silently in his cot.
Anderson: "Well?"
Man: "If you could shut up for a minute? I'm trying!"
The building shakes a few more times as the explosions sound closer and more buildings nearby fall.
The man's eyes gleam a shade of purple again, but this time he doesn't smile.
Man: "They are all speaking at once to each other. It's hard to pick out just one voice. They have
brought down the wall and several of the watchtowers. The local embassies have also been taken down
and the capitol building is surrounded. They mean to take France? Something about the Hand of Claw
being proud of this moment? Five minutes tops until they will reclaim their fallen brother. Is that me?
Oh my God! Am I one of these heartless bastards?"
Anderson closes his eyes. He seems to have done far more than strip away secrets. He has also it
seems, doomed France.
Anderson: "Not anymore. Listen. You don't have to rejoin them. The Men in Purple are a brainwashed
Cult of Dr. Claw. You can do anything you want and you can spy on their activities. We just need to get

you out of here!"

Man: "How? You said that they were coming for me. How do I stop that? How do I hide when they can
just find me?"
Anderson: "When you get out of here? Find a man named Dr. Shultz. He should be in Denmark at the
nation's Warhammer HQ. He will know what to do to jam the beacon while keeping the lines of
communication open."
A guard rushes into the room and opens the doors to both cells.
Guard: "We can no longer keep you secure. Go! Stay alive!"
As the man and Anderson slowly exit their cells, an explosion rocks the building and opens up the wall
behind the man's cell. Four Men in Purple walk through the hole that they had just made. Anderson
grabs the man by the arm.
Anderson: "Go! Get out and make your way to Denmark! I'll stop them here!"
Man: "How-"
Anderson: "I'm just as valuable to them as you, if not more. Just go!"
The man takes off running and Anderson staggers to the cell door in front of the Men in Purple.
Men in Purple: "Our fallen brother is leaving?"
Anderson: "He is, but you don't want him. Do you? You want the man who killed your master. Me. I
put Dr. Claw away forever."
Men in Purple: "Take him to the Hand of Claw at the new seat of power."
Anderson struggles, but cannot overcome the powerful Men in Purple. He is quickly stunned and
thrown over a shoulder of one of the men before they all leave through the hole in the wall.
Men in Purple: "WWI President Allen Anderson incoming. He is our prisoner."
One of the Men in Purple looks Anderson and his eyes shine golden. His voice deepens and sounds
distant.
Unknown: "Welcome, Mr. Anderson. We will enjoy having you as our guest in the new nation of Dr.
Claw."
Anderson: "This isn't going to help my case. Is it?"
Unknown: "Not when you help us free Dr. Claw from the binds you had placed on him and we transfer
his mind into you and transform you into Dr. Claw."
Anderson: "Ooohhhh fun."

Punishment

Theobald: "This next contest is scheduled for one fall. Featuring first, weighing in at one hundred and
twenty-seven pounds...Aiva Nyte!"
Between the Buried and Me- Fossil Genera -(A Feed From Cloud Mountain) begins as Aiva Nyte walks
out from the back. She is greeted by a stunning amount of applause from the fans as she walks down to
the ring.
Johnston: "I'm guessing that the fans already know about Aiva Nyte going into Russia and bringing
Ethan Mills here to take over the company."
Dizon: "You could say that."
Theobald: "And her opponent, weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds...Ms. McJames!"
"Messiah (Hallelujah Chorus)" by Handel begins and before Ms. McJames even steps out from behind
the curtain? There is a chorus of boos to greet her. She walks out from the back and shakes her head at
the fans, clearly saddened by their reaction. She makes her way to the ring, her gaze on Aiva Nyte. The
gaze grows more and more angry as she walks to the ring and listens to the boos from the crowd.
Johnston: "Ms. McJames came back to Warhammer Wrestling after her trial with the intent on changing
her ways and that of Warhammer Wrestling for the better. She intended on being beloved by the fans
for making the place safe for wrestling fans. Little did she know that our fans want to risk death to
watch this show. They want to be in the middle of a war zone. How else can you explain a sold out
crowd of one hundred and fifty thousand people here when in the northern part of Egypt falls to a army
of monsters spilling out of a flying castle?"
Dizon: "It's insane. Any other company and they would have faced lawsuits by the thousands and
would have shut their doors quicker than Lindsey Lohan opening her legs for another drag of crack!"
The bell rings to start the match and Ms. McJames starts by grabbing Aiva by the arm and turning her
with an arm drag that she turns into an armbar. Aiva tries to escape the hold, but then Ms. McJames
slips her legs around Aiva's midsection for a scissors hold as well. Aiva slips her foot onto the bottom
rope, causing the ref to force Ms. McJames to break the hold. Aiva bounces off of the ropes and comes
at Ms. McJames. She looks ready to grab Aiva, but Aiva flips over her head. Once Aiva's feet hit the

mat, she flings herself backwards, catching Ms. McJames by the head, and turning to drop Ms.
McJames in a neckbreaker. Aiva stands up long enough to get some height before dropping back down
to smash Ms. McJames in the face with an elbow. Blood splatters from Ms. McJames's nose from the
impact.
Johnston: "Ms. McJames tries to out technical Aiva Nyte, but she revs up the speed to take Ms.
McJames down!"
Dizon: "Why do we call her Ms. McJames instead of Paige McJames again?"
Johnston: "Because she's a teacher and that's what she wants called."
Dizon: "Oh...stupid."
Ms. McJames and Aiva Nyte both stand up. Ms. McJames wipes blood from her face and looks angrily
at Aiva.
Ms. McJames: "You ruined everything by bringing Ethan here! I was going to make this place great
and safe for wrestling!"
Nyte: "The fans didn't want that. The owner doesn't want that. Blood still sells!"
Ms. McJames: "You have a lot to learn about what really sells, and I can teach you!"
Ms. McJames goes in, dropping low to punch Aiva in the gut. She stands up quickly, bringing Aiva up
into a gutwrench suplex, but drops her over a knee for a backbreaker. She rips Aiva up by the hair and
pulls her down again, applying an octopus. Aiva grits her teeth in pain and tries to reach for the ropes
again.
Johnston: "That's a hard move to get out of. Aiva might be in danger here."
Dizon: "A teacher will teach!"
After a few minutes of no submission, Ms. McJames releases the hold. She curls Aiva up in a cradle for
the pin.
One...Two...Aiva kicks out!
Ms. McJames pulls Aiva up to bring her back down with a belly to belly overhead suplex. Ms.
McJames rolls her onto her belly and applies a camel clutch. The ref is right in position to see if Aiva
will give up, but she refuses.
Johnston: "The ropes are too far to reach and Aiva doesn't look like she can break the hold. This doesn't
look to be the kind of punishment that Ethan Mills had in mind."
Dizon: "Try to bring the Teacher down and you'll get schooled!"
Aiva begins deep breathing as if steeling herself up for something. She slowly turns a ring around on
her right hand while the ref isn't looking and activates her blade. She hits a hidden catch on the ring and

it opens up to reveal a small needle that she touches to the blade. Ms. McJames releases the hold and
leaps away from Aiva as if bitten. The blade retracts and Aiva quickly closes the ring.
Johnston: "Some kind of electrical shock?"
Dizon: "Whatever works for her!"
Ms. McJames stands up to complain to the ref, but is leveled by a drop kick. Aiva bounces off of the
ropes and comes back as Ms. McJames stands up and brings her down again with a high cross body
block. Aiva is up again and climbs to the top rope. She waits for Ms. McJames to sit up andJohnston: "Death from Above! Flying Drop Kick from the Top Rope! This one is over!"
Dizon: "Call out a few more finisher names and see if it helps you."
Johnston: "Backhand of Doom? The new Commentary Finisher that shuts up Neil Dizon?"
Dizon: "And Aiva Nyte covers Ms. McJames!"
One...Two...Three!!!
Theobald: "Winner of the match via pinfall...Aiva Nyte!"
Johnston: "Aiva Nyte has changed things around here in a major way. First, she brought Ethan Mills
here to defeat Ms. McJames in taking over the leadership role of the company. Then she defeats Ms.
McJames in a match. I'm going to say that Ms. McJames probably has a fierce hatred being nurtured
for Aiva Nyte right about now."
Dizon: "That is to say if she doesn't leave the company with her teacher tail between her legs."
Johnston: "Tail?"
Dizon: "Ok. Ryan Galloway's penis...tail...whatever you want to call it."

A Dark Ritual Begins

The Castle over the ruins of Luxor. Lord Thamptis returns to the balcony over looking the ruins when
the sounds of gunfire reaches his ears.
When he looks down below, he sees his apprentices having finished their work, but several squads of
Shocktroopers have entered the ruins and have begun cutting down both apprentices and his sacrifices.
Lord Thamptis watches impassionately as his servants are quickly cut down by Warhammer's security.
He raises his hands over his head and from the multicolored clouds in the sky, metal shards rain down
on the Shocktroopers. They are quickly transformed into so much shredded meat. He watches then as
the arcane circle is filled with the blood of the dead with a smile. He casts another spell and clears
away the dead bodies.

Lord Thamptis: "Everything is as it should be."

There is a loud keening from within the folds of the robes of Lord Thamptis. He reaches into a hidden
pocket and pulls out a small mirror. His own reflection changes to a visage of Khonsu.
Khonsu: "The tide of battle has changed in Luxor. It is as if a new commander has taken charge of the
Egyptian military and Warhammer forces."
Thamptis: "Keep them busy while I finish the ritual. The Dread Dragon will turn things back to our
favor."
Khonsu: "We will do so, brother."
The visage on the mirror turns back to the reflection of Lord Thamptis and he puts the mirror away. He
holds his hands out over the bloody arcane circle and begins chanting.
Almost immediately, the circle transforms into green light. As Lord Thamptis continues to chant, little
green glowing spheres begin to appear over the circle and stretch out into lines. Darker clouds begin to
gather and lightning begins to flash in the sky as nature rebels at the power of the mystic ritual being
called upon.

A deep growl comes from deep within the world. The sound vibrates everything, including the Castle
hovering overhead.
Lord Thamptis grins chillingly, but continues to chant in a long dead language.

Temptation
Zander Zachary sits in the locker room, having just gotten dressed after cleaning up from his match. He
gets ready to find out what the progress of the show because they were brought to Luxor via air
transports because of the dangerous situations at the Nile River Delta.
Once he stands up though, a man walks into the room and grins at him.
Zachary: "You need something? Or ya just looking for a busted lip?"
Man: "I happen to be looking for you, Zander Zachary."
Zander sizes the man up. He looks to be of an average size and build...for a non-fighter. He could be
some random white collar worker. In fact? The business suit marks him out as such.
Zachary: "So...the hell for? I don't need a manager or an agent."
Man: "I represent some people who wish to place a great man back into power. A man with the
resources to change the world for the better. Have you heard of Dr. Claw?"
Zander looks at the man and laughs.
Zachary: "The Butcher of Edmonton? The Bringer of the Destroyer? The Insane Cyborg? Who hasn't
heard of Dr. Claw and his exploits? Isn't he dead?"
The man's smile falters a little, but then becomes fixed in place.
Man: "His physical body has indeed been killed. His electronic spirit lives on and is imprisoned. He
controls an online video game now. We intend to bring him back and build a brand new body for him to
rule over humanity."
Zander snorts in his mirth, obviously looking at the man.
Zachary: "You don't look like you could knock over a determine gas station attendant, much less
humanity."
The man chuckles, his eyes glinting a purple glow.
Man: "Our forces are already seizing France as we speak. We need a man like you to help represent us
in Warhammer Wrestling and should there come time when you are not wrestling? Help us expand our
nation. We offer power, position, money, and infamy."

Zander shakes his head, pointing at the man's white collar build.
Zachary: "And I ask you again. How could an army of guys like you seize anything?"
The man takes a circlet out of a pocket and places it on his head. His outfit transforms into a purple
business suit with a purple hat and tie.
Before Zander can react, the Man in Purple grabs him by the throat and lifts him into the air. Zander
grabs at his hand, but can't pry his steely fingers away. The man sets him down and waits for him to
regain his air.
Man: "As you can see, we have much power that we can offer. Power that can also help your wrestling
career. Can't it?"
Zander scratches at his chin in thought. Slowly, he begins to grin.
Zachary: "I like it. In fact? I like it a lot. So, do I get one of those? Also...is there going to be another
Ghost Laser built?"
The man's grin falters.
Man: "Our current leader, the Hand of Claw, does not have the blue prints for such a weapon. The
traitor, Dr. Virgil Shultz, has the blue prints. We are hoping that when Dr. Claw returns to us that he
will have what we need so we can build it. Until then? We will work on all new twisted weapons of
mass destruction. The Hand of Claw is working on a brand new design. A tractor beam capable of
reaching all the way to the asteroid belt and drag large asteroids to crash into specific cities at amazing
speeds. It doesn't have quite the nice after effects that the Ghost Laser did, but it will still be
devastating."
Zander nods.
Zachary: "And the circlet?"
Man: "I have two things instead that will empower you beyond that of the Men in Purple. This (holds
up a small device that appears to be a screw) will allow you to tap into the Claw Telepathic Network.
This one (holds out a golden armlet) has been empowered by energies from the Ghost Laser's power
plant. It will give you powerful capabilities, but we are not certain exactly what beyond strength and
durability. The Men in Purple circlet can rob one of certain independent thoughts that the Hand of Claw
thinks you should retain to best be able to lead."
Zachary: "Alright. Lay them on me, pimp!"
The Man in Purple places the screw at Zander's temple. Zander grits his teeth and let's a hiss of pain
slip out as the screw buries itself into his skull and the wound seals up behind it to reveal no trace. A
glint of purple glows in Zander's eyes as he feels his senses expand to include hundreds of thousands of
Men in Purple and Clawbots. One voice in particular reaches him with more strength than the others.
The Hand of Claw.

"Greetings, Zander Zachary. You have chosen your loyalties most wisely. You shall be henceforth be
known as the Claw of Death."
Zander raised an eyebrow.
Zachary: "Claw of Death?"
The Man in Purple places the armlet on Zander's right arm and is slides to the end of his forearm by the
elbow. This time Zander doesn't hold in the pain. He let's out a howl of pain as four pins bore into his
arm and connect at the center of the bone. His right arm below the armlet dies and begins to transform
into a zombie like state before his very eyes. The Man in Purple hands Zander a glove to place over the
dead hand.
Zander places the glove on his hand and pulls it to cover his arm to the armlet. He feels his strength
increasing, but feels something else in his mind. A hidden potential to do much, but what?
Once the pain fades, Zander begins to laugh at the name he had been given.
Zachary: "Claw of Death. So apt of a name!"
"The Glove has been treated to keep in the stench. The arm will continue to rot, but you can bring
vitality to the arm by draining the life energies contained within the living. You will also be further
empowered by this act. Slip the glove off and touch the living with the dead hand. The drain will then
be automatic. We will call upon you soon to lead when we are ready to cross the mountains into Spain.
Until then, good luck in your future matches. Represent us well."
Zander looks at his dead hand and flexes it with a wide grin.
Zachary: "Oh I will. I will be great!"

Clare vs Apathy
No DQ, Pinfalls Count Anywhere

Theobald: "This next match is scheduled for one fall. Featuring first, weighing in at one hundred and
fifty-nine pounds...Clairvoyant Clare!"

"Imaginary" by Evanescence begins as Clare Miller makes her way down to the ring to the cheering of
the crowd. She smiles and waves to the fans as she walks, sliding under the ropes and into the ring.
Once there, her demeanor changes to a more serious tone while she looks all around for her opponent.
Johnston: "Clare Miller looks to take Lady Apathy down a peg or two after she and Dragasha Omega
had the vicious exchange backstage at Onslaught #5 that led to the match being thrown out. It also
seems that Lady Apathy has thrown her lot in with Lord Thamptis if the footage from Northern Egypt
is true."
Dizon: "Someone from Warhammer Wrestling throwing in with an evil warlock that seems determined
to conquer everything in his path after slaughtering half of the population for fun? Really? I would
have never thought of it."
Theobald: "And her opponent, weighing in at one hundred and sixty-five pounds...Lady Apathy!"
"I Put a Spell on You" by Maralyn Manson begins as Lady Apathy walks out from the back with her
obsidian wings unfurled. She folds them back and they vanish while she smirks to the boos of the
crowd. She steps through the ropes and laughs as Clare stares her down.
Johnston: "Proof that Lady Apathy joined the evil warlock is in the wings. She has never displayed any
supernatural powers before. Now? She is essentially showing them off!"
Dizon: "It's not like there are not others showing off powers and such here."
An explosion shakes the arena, showering the audience with dust from the rafters. Far from being
afraid, the crowd cheers. Rose however, looks uncertain.
Dizon: "Or battles happening over our heads..."
Johnston: "That was no creature dying. That was equipment exploding on the roof..."
Dizon: "I don't feel so hot..."
As the bell rings to start the match, Clare closes the distance with Apathy, only to get backhanded hard
enough to send her to the mat. Clare jumps up quickly, but is grabbed and Apathy slis behind her,
lifting her up andJohnston: "Lungblower! That has to not feel very good!"
Dizon: "That move sounds like it should look different."
Clare rolls over to try to get up, but Apathy nails her in the back of the neck with an ax kick. She grabs
Clare by the hair and rubs her face across the mat with a cruel laugh. She then rips Clare up and drops
her with a superkick. She then climbs to the top rope and flies through the air, nailing a picture perfect
frog splash. She covers for the pinfall.
One...Two...Thre-Clare weakly gets a shoulder up.

Johnston: "Clare is fighting to stay in this match, but I think Apathy is just playing with her at this
point."
Dizon: "That sounds like it should look different too."
Johnston: "Pervert!"
Lady Apathy stands up, looking at her downed opponent. She drags Clare to her feet and drops her with
a Uranage Spinebomb. She then stomps a foot to the boos of the crowd and begins stomping on the
limbs of Clare in a circular pattern until she gets to the head where she scrapes her boot across Clares
forehead. She then pulls Clare up into a front face lock position, andJohnston: "Affliction! This should be finished now, Neil,"
Dizon: "So then...who gets the cab fare and told to get out?"
Johnston: "You do."
Dizon: "I ain't going out there!"
Neil Dizon trembles a little as the arena shakes with another explosion followed by a frightening death
wail of some monster.
Lady Apathy goes for the cover.
One...Two...Three!
Theobald: "The winner of this match...Lady Apathy!"
The microphone wrenches itself from Stephan Theobald's hand and flies to Lady Apathy, who plucks it
out of mid-air.
Apathy: "Dragasha Omega...I know you're getting ready for your World title shot. I know you recently
fought a pitched battle against Psyco and his minions because your boss, Terel Walker, is a stupid little
slimeball. Don't think I hadn't forgotten you. One dragon down. Should I destroy Kingston next? Or
will you face me yourself in the sky above the arena? Face it, Dragasha...you are a Dragon. Me? I am a
Goddess! There is simply no comparison."
Lady Apathy picks Clairvoyant Clare up by the throat and tosses her out of the ring with an arrogant
smirk before exiting the ring and heading to the back.
Johnston: "Lady Apathy making a fearsome statement tonight."
Dizon: "She's sort of pale. You know like how Druscilla was before she died. I'm not sure if I should be
afraid or turned on. Is it weird that I'm a mix of both?"
Johnston: "Yes. Very weird."

War in France
The JumboTron lights up with a live feed from CNN and their newest reporter, Trisha Takenawa.
Johnston: "We get cable on that thing now?"
Dizon: "Sweet. Before they pack it up, I might have to see if we can get some adult on demand shows
on it. I mean...freaky."
Johnston: "I already know that you're a pervert so don't try hiding it now."
Takenawa: "I'm here in Paris, France where NATO's temporary headquarters has been leveled by an
invading force. The UN maximum security prison has also been hit and WWI Owner, Allen Anderson,
has apparently escaped custody with the invasion force. All across France the reports are the same. The
Men in Purple and the Clawbots that had once served the sinister Dr. Claw have taken France by storm
and are only hours away from seizing the entire nation. Their demands? Free Dr. Claw. An impossible
task as Dr. Claw, or Johnathan Mills, had been reported as dead. What connections does Allen
Anderson have with the forces of Dr. Claw? It was thought to have been none, but recent evidence
showing him being carried away by Men in Purple suggests that he has either joined them or been
taken prisoner by them. Either way, France is now paying the price for all of this. The forces of the
deceased Dr. Claw promise to expand their activities if their demands are not met and cause the rest of
Europe not already destroyed by the Elder God that had been summoned by Dr. Claw to burn. The
United Nations are calling for aid from it's member nations, but so is Egypt. With militaries the world
over having been depleted from fighting the Elder God? Can anyone stand against the twin evils
currently conquering France and Egypt?"
The JumboTron goes dark as Rose Johnston and Neil Dizon look at each other in shock.
Johnston: "This is bad. Things are hitting a crisis level here in Europe and Africa."
As if to to help make her point, there is the sound of gunfire over head, an inhuman scream, and
something large hitting the roof of the arena that causes the entire building shake.
Dizon: "The hell?"
Johnston: "There has been sightings of rather large fliers in the forces currently invading Luxor. Sounds
like one above us was killed by heavy weapon fire."
Dizon: "I didn't sign up for this. I didn't sign up for this. Oh my God...I don't want to die! I don't want
to die! Please, God! I don-"
Rose Johnston backhands Neil Dizon.
Johnston: "Get yourself together, Neil! This IS what you signed up for! You have known that things
have been happening ever since out first show! Learn how to defend yourself and just be brave. We all
need to be brave, now more than ever."
Dizon: "Thanks. I needed that."

Great Escape Non-Title

Theobald: "This next match is scheduled for one fall! Feat-"

Johnston: "I hate to stop you there, but there's something going on in the back!"
The JumboTron lights up to show the dressing room of KD Bacchus. Mike Black stands over a
bloodied KD Bacchus, panting with a near crazed expression on his face.
Black: "I have not the time for jokes, Bacchus! Tell me what I need to know about Claw that will help
me change the future!"
Bacchus: "It can mean different things, Blackie. In this case? It means the Claw of the Medusa Gaze!"
Black: "What?"
Something shines green in KD's hand and a Medusa takes shape next to him. It looks Mike Black in the
eyes.
Black: "No! Not now! So many lives depend on-"
The form of Mike Black transforms into stone.
KD notices the cameraman and grins.
Bacchus: "It seems that Mike Black won't be making his match. Don't gimmie that look! It'll wear off
in an hour or so."
The JumboTron fades out and we see an unhappy Stephan Theobald in the ring.
Theobald: "Winner by default...KD Bacchus...or something..."
Dizon: "It's such a shame. I wanted to see if this Mike Black had something else in him...other than
stone!"

Johnston: "He attacked KD Bacchus backstage and got what he deserved."

The Hand of Claw

At an old castle inside the city limits of Paris...or at least it was an old castle. Technology has been spun
around the one proud landmark into something mixing old age and future age. Wrought stone walls
gleam with a metallic gleam. Thick cables run from everywhere to two newly built factories
neighboring.
Prisoners are brought into one of these factories by the busload and streams of Men in Purple come out
through a large exit on the other side. The other factory spews out a steady stream of Clawbots.
Hundreds by the minute.
In the throne room, two Men in Purple escort Allen Anderson into the room. They stop at the sight of a
gigantic figure sitting on an electronic throne of immense proportions. Cables connect the throne to
many places in the walls.
The figure on the throne is similar to an oversized Clawbot with golden skin. His right arm ends in a
three mandible claw. Electricity arcs from random locations to random locations on his body. When he
stands up, he looks to be nearly fifteen feet tall. He takes slow, calculating steps to stand before
Anderson. His eyes are really the only detail to his face and they glow bright gold when he begins to
speak.
Hand of Claw: "Welcome to the new seat of power for France. Cities around the nation are
surrendering rather than be destroyed and their entire surviving populations transformed into Men in
Purple. Thanks to technologies developed by the traitor, Dr. Shultz, we have the largest military in the
world. New designs are already being crafted by myself and the minds connected through the Claw
Telepathic Network to create new war machines and weapons through nanotech building processes."
Anderson pulls himself free of the Men in Purple, but nearly falls to the floor because of his leg.
Something ejects from the leg of the Hand of Claw and Anderson catches it. A golden cane with a
shining red ruby on the top.
Hand of Claw: "Consider it a gift. A temporary one since we will be replacing your legs with
cybernetics."
Anderson: "Wouldn't it be more cost effective to just build him an android body? That is, instead of
using my body."
The Hand of Claw seems to shake. A horrible grating, coughing sound comes from him. It takes him a
moment, but Anderson realizes that he's laughing.
Hand of Claw: "It would be cost effective, but this isn't about cost. It's about imprisoning the mind of
the master's captor within his own body and forcing him watch as Dr. Claw transforms the entire world
into his image."
Anderson: "Oh great. That sounds greandtastic. What if I don't agree to loosen the binds that hold him

to the game?"
The Hand of Claw leans down to get face to face with Anderson.
Hand of Claw: "He is already working to escape his binds. Your players who buy the game and
download the added content find all sorts of add ons that your programmers never created. He cannot
engage these unlock codes himself, but your players can. We just want you to speed up the process. Dr.
Claw will spread himself across the internet and into our telepathic net. You will just become a mouth
piece and physical extension of His Will. Dr. Claw will become as a God!"
Anderson goes pale, stepping backwards until he runs into the two Men in Purple.
Anderson: "We will stop you! The Warhammer Corporation will not allow this!"
Hand of Claw: "How do you think we rebuilt all of this? Someone in Warhammer is helping us help Dr.
Claw ascend!"
Anderson's eyes narrow. This doesn't come as a major shock to him. Though the secret policies about
world domination do not include things like this. War and business do not always mix. World
domination in practice is through politics, intrigue, and war for a cause that the majority of the world
agrees with. Public relations and diplomacy.
Anderson: "Who would do such a thing? Give me a name!"
The Hand of Claw laughs again.
Hand of Claw: "You would like that wouldn't you? It matters not for his assets are used up in starting
this entire operation. These assets do include his body for who do you think this shell is built around?"
Anderson: "Then you know that this will leave Dr. Claw in charge of a ruined world! This is not the
way that Warhammer has laid down it's plans!"
Hand of Claw: "The plotting and planning that Warhammer does is effective, but glacial. It will be
another thousand years before their plans bear it's final fruit! This plan will take less than a year. Better
to rule over a wasteland than prepare the world for a hundred or more generations down the road!"
Anderson: "Never. This will never work. I will escape from here and I will see you destroyed. Your
own network will be used to transform all of your followers back to normal with subliminal loyalties to
Warhammer. We will turn your loss into a great victory that will speed our long term goals by
centuries."
The Hand of Claw stands up and walks back over to his throne to sit down. He motions with his claw.
Hand of Claw: "Take him away. Make sure he is well fed and cared for. We wouldn't want the host
body for our master to be unhealthy. Right?"
The Men in Purple lead Anderson away from the throne room. He screams back at the Hand of Claw.
Anderson: "Once this is all finished? I will erase Dr. Claw forever. I will rip your meat heart out of that

shell with my bare hands and eat it while your sight fades to black!"
Once Anderson is gone, the Hand of Claw begins to laugh again.
Hand of Claw: "You can dream that. Over and over again while you are imprisoned within the mind of
the master!"

Golden Showers
Stable title, Ironman title, Bloodstain title.
You pin the champion and you get the title
Inside a steel cage, Chaos ensues

Johnston: "To save a little time? The Golden Showers match has started with everyone in the cage. That
is, except for j0ker who wanted to step out of the ring to speak a moment first."
Dizon: "Is it just me, or is he speaking a lot more?"
j0ker: "I have a real championship match later...so let's make this quick."
j0ker gets out a remote control, pressing a button. From dozens of spots within the cage? Fireballs
strike everyone inside of the cage. j0ker laughs before hitting another button that causes thousands and

thousand of gold coins fall from the ceiling to strike everyone in the ring down. j0ker presses a third
button that sees little antennae click into place from hiding spots in the cage to electrify the gold coins,
shocking everyone in the cage and melting many of the coins. j0ker tosses the remote to the side and
re-enters the cage. He passes by David Dreadful twitching on the canvas.
j0ker: "Sorry. You would have given the plan away."
Johnston: "This is our World champion? That was sick!"
Dizon: "A well sprung trap."
Maxwell Soloke tries to stand up to face j0ker, but is grabbed and tossed face first into the cage.
j0ker: "I guess we'll have to discuss replacing you...or not. Dead weight."
J0ker kicks Sally Osgard over, but before he can cover her? Maxwell tackles him to the mat.
Soloke: "I'm not finished yet!"
j0ker stands up and kicks Maxwell in the gut before power bombing him onto a pile of gold. He presses
a bugle in his mask and leans down to douse Maxwell's face with white mist.
j0ker: "Now you are."
j0ker drops a knee into Sally's gut for good measure and makes the pinfall.
One...Two...Three!
Johnston: "j0ker springs this trap to claim more gold? This is...wow."
Dizon: "Maxwell Soloke's own plan backfires on him as he was looking to claim the Stable
Championship and the Ironman Championship in this. Instead? He loses everything for him and Sally."
Theobald: "Winner of the match and NEW WWI Bloodstain Champion...j0ker! Also still WWI
Ironman Champion...David Dreadful. Also WWI Stable Champions...j0ker and David Dreadful!"
Johnston: "This was just...sick."
Dizon: "Ha! Welcome to Warhammer Wrestling!"
Johnston (sighs): "Touche'"

The Dread Dragon

Outside of the arcane circle in the ruins, Captain Gideon Rogers leads a large force. He has swept the
area clean of enemies and is ready to make his final push. He looks up to the multi-colored, lightning
filled clouds in the sky and suppresses a shudder. The very air is filled with magical energies.

Rogers: "Long range weapons at the ready!"

He waits a few moments as several thousand weapons are readied to be fired and have Lord Thamptis
in their sights. He has no reason to believe that this will work after the air strike failed, but he has to try
something. Anything. He has radioed to the waiting battleships in the Red Sea to prepare a full barrage.
He doesn't think that this will really work either after a great glowing green shield protected the enemy
generals in Luxor. Still...anything that can sap the concentration of the warlock while he speaks the
words of power needed for his ritual is a help.

Rogers: "Fire!"
Shots go wild as the ground begins to rumble and shake as a great roar is heard from far beneath the
ground. The glowing green arcane circle, the lightning, and the glow around Lord Thamptis all fade
and are replaced with a cackling laugh from the sky.
Thamptis: "Fools! All of you! None of you can stop the Dread Dragon!"
The ground where the arcane circle is begins to crack open like an egg and the massive head of a black
dragon breaks through. It's head alone is the size of a battleship!
Rogers: "Fall back to the Memphis Dome on the double! We have to get those people out of there!"

The Dread Dragon opens it's mouth and let's out a gout of flame that vaporizes fully half of Gideon's
gathered force. It melts the ground into glowing magma.
Gideon Rogers watches with his troops retreating all around him as the dragon slowly works it's way
out of the ground. His attention is diverted when a large ball of green energy flies from the castle.
Seconds later, he begins getting panicked radio signals of the Naval forces stationed in the Red Sea
sinking.
Gideon contacts the arena with a cell phone as he too begins to retreat.
Rogers: "Our retreat through the Red Sea has been stopped. Our birds are all down. We will have to go
with whatever ground transport we can salvage into Israel! Damn the show! We move as soon as we
get there!"
Captain Gideon Rogers picks up the pace of his running. It won't take long for him to cover the
distance to the Memphis Dome, but he hopes that it will be time enough as the ground behind him
continues to rumble as the Dread Dragon breaks free of it's centuries old prison.

World Championship Rematch

(No DQ)

Theobald: "This next bout is the main event of the evening and is a no disqualification match for the
WWI World Heavyweight Championship! Featuring first the challenger, weighing in at one hundred
and ninety pounds...Dragasha Omega!"
"Imaginary" by Evanescence begins as Dragasha Omega walks out from the back. She ignores the
cheers from the fans as she makes her way to the ring. Anger seems to come off of her in waves.
Dizon: "Just in case she wasn't watching? Let's review..."
Johnston: "What are you doing?"
The JumboTron lights up and catches Dragasha's attention.

Theobald: "The winner of this match...Lady Apathy!"

The microphone wrenches itself from Stephan Theobald's hand and flies to Lady Apathy, who plucks it
out of mid-air.
Apathy: "Dragasha Omega...I know you're getting ready for your World title shot. I know you recently
fought a pitched battle against Psyco and his minions because your boss, Terel Walker, is a stupid little
slimeball. Don't think I hadn't forgotten you. One dragon down. Should I destroy Kingston next? Or
will you face me yourself in the sky above the arena? Face it, Dragasha...you are a Dragon. Me? I am a
Goddess! There is simply no comparison."
Lady Apathy picks Clairvoyant Clare up by the throat and tosses her out of the ring with an arrogant
smirk before exiting the ring and heading to the back.
As the JumboTron fades, Dragasha Omega looks at the screen in anger, but that quickly fades. She
begins laughing.
Theobald: "And her opponent, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds...he is the WWI
World Champion, the WWI Bloodstain Champion, and one part of the WWI Stable
Championship...j0ker!"
"You Know You're Right" by Nirvana begins as j0ker walks out to a chorus of boos. He ignores crowd
as he walks to the ring, enters, and gets face to face with Dragasha.
Johnston: "And here we go!"
Dizon: "Bloody good show!"
As the bell rings to start the match, Dragasha decks j0ker. He flies over the ropes and rolls into the ring
railing where he lies still. On the other side of the ring, j0ker slips into the ring from underneath and
grabs Dragasha for an atomic drop into an overhead slam. He follows this up with an ax kick to the
throat. j0ker rolls to his feet while Dragasha chokes. j0ker begins motioning with his hands as if
playing with a sphere in his hands. He steps on Dragasha's chest (though not pinning her shoulders
down), and thrusts his hands at her face. A large black fireball hits Dragasha in the face.
j0ker: "Couldn't dodge that one."
Johnston: "More sick tactics from j0ker. Is there no low that he won't sink to?"
Dizon: "That's why I like the guy!"
j0ker backs away while Dragasha curses in another language. She stands up while j0ker bounces off of
the ropes and brings her down again with a flying forearm smash. j0ker lands on his feet and bounces
off of the other side, catching Dragasha as she jumps back up to bring her down yet again with a
bulldog. j0ker jumps up to his feet and runs to the ropes again. When he returns, Dragasha is back up.
j0ker goes for a rolling wheel kick, but Dragasha catches his leg.
Omega: "My turn."

Dragasha swings j0ker around and throws him from the ring to smash into the ring railing hard enough
to push the railing into the second row. Dragasha takes in the cheers of the fans with a smile.
Johnston: "All that punishment and Dragasha turns it around with a single move."
Dizon: "Not quite. Look!"
The ref counsels Dragasha, not believing that the move that she just performed was done with normal
human strength. Dragasha nods and looks to where j0ker lies. She sees him, but reaches back blindly to
catch j0ker as he slips into the ring from underneath.
Johnston: "That's two j0kers knocked out at ringside and a third one coming in. How many are there?"
Dizon: "Will the real j0ker please stand up! Please stand up!"
Dragasha brings j0ker in for a bear hug, squeezing him tight before tossing him overhead to land on the
top of his head. Dragasha leans down to pick j0ker up, but catches a blast of green mist in the face. She
backpedals while trying to clear her eyes while j0ker jumps to his feet. He drops her with a crooked
arm lariat, dropping down so that the back of her neck lands on his knee. j0ker kicks her over, grabs at
her wrists while leaning a knee into her spine for aJohnston: "Carriage Box! And he has it cinched in pretty well. I think according to the notes I have
here? It's a modified camel clutch? But this looks similar to a surfboard to me."
Dizon: "Whatever it's called? It looks painful!"
After a few minutes, it becomes clear that she isn't going to submit so j0ker releases the hold. He pulls
her to her feet by her wrists and uses them in close to lift her up. He then drops her while dragging her
backwards and lifting his knee to crack her in the face. The nose breaks, spraying blood onto j0ker.
Johnston: "Chelsea Armstrong Special!"
Dizon: "Arterial spray! I love it!"
joker pulls Dragasha to her knees and slaps her face a few times while laughing.
j0ker: "Oh how the mighty have fallen!"
Omega: "Still not...finished!"
Dragasha lunges up and grabs j0ker to place him over her shoulders. She spins around and drops j0ker
in a body slam. She points out to ringside, catching the ref's attention.
Omega: "Look! Another j0ker!"
The ref turns to look and Dragasha grins at j0ker, driving her fist into j0ker's face with an impact that
shakes the ring. When the ref looks back, Dragasha covers j0ker, whose face is turned with blood
leaking out from below his mask.

Johnston: "That ref can't say that he didn't feel that impact! His feet left the mat for crying out loud!"
Dizon: "Leeway?"
One...Two...Thre-j0ker kicks out.
Dragasha kneels up, looking down at j0ker in disbelief. She grabs j0ker by the mask and draws him up.
She positions herself behind him for a suplex, but j0ker grabs her around the head and falls with his
head connecting to her throat. He rolls her over for the pinfall.
One...Two...Three!!!
Johnston: "j0ker wins with the Red! He wins with the Red! I can't believe that he even had a head after
that punch Dragasha hit him with!"
Dizon: "They say too many blows to the head can change a person. That one was worth a good
thousand blows to the head!"
Theobald: "Winner of the match and STILL WWI World Heavyweight Champion....j0ker!"
Right about then the arena shakes with more explosions. The doors burst in with Shocktroopers rushing
in. One reaches Stephan Theobald and speaks to him.
Theobald: "It has come to my attention that something very big and very dangerous is heading this
way. If you will head for your vehicles, or any available vehicle? You'll follow the convoy out to our
predetermined destination for safety. Troop transports will be made available for any of those whose
cars have been destroyed. If you came in on a bus from the airport? Then please board those. Please
exit in a quick and safe fashion."
People begin filing out in a neat and orderly manner, many of which are old hands at this sort of thing.
Johnston: "Crap. Not again! Where's Gideon? Gideon!"
Dizon: "Nothing against you, Rose? But I'm outta here!"

Escape!
The Last Stand of Gideon Rogers
The arena is in chaos as Shocktroopers of different variations work to help with evacuations. Fans,
staff, and workers flow out of the arena and into cars, buses, and whatever else with wheels that still
drives with Shocktroopers escorts to make for full speed north as to get to the narrow strip of land that
separates Egypt and Israel.
Down at ringside, Gideon Rogers finds Rose Johnston and Neil Dizon. He sends Neil on with a
Shocktrooper guard and holds Rose tight in a fierce hug. He looks at her with love in his eyes.

Rogers: "You have to go, Rose. I have a transport truck waiting outside. You'll be safe."
Rose nods, tears rolling down her cheeks from fear for his life. She does a quick double take.
Johnston: "Wait. Aren't you coming with me?"
Gideon holds Rose close and kisses her gently.
Rogers: "Not yet. I'm going to lead a rear guard. The Dread Dragon will be free soon enough. If we do
not hold it here? It will catch you all. We will buy you all the time needed to escape."
Johnston: "Then I will stay with you! I can handle a gun as well as any of the run of the mill
Shocktroopers. You said so yourself!"
Rogers: "No. I won't lose you. I love you, Rose. I need to know that you'll be safe so I can do what
must be done."
A pair of Shocktroopers appear, standing next to Rose Johnston. Gideon releases Rose and nods to
them.
Rogers: "Take her to the transport and head out with the rest. Keep her safe for me."
The two Shocktroopers start dragging Rose away. She reaches out with one hand and slaps Gideon with
all the might she can muster.
Johnston: "You bastard! I love you too! Stay safe! Find me in Israel!"
Gideon remains silent until Rose is out of sight. His hand goes up to the red hand print left on his
cheek. He squeezes his eyes shut as a single tear rolls down his cheek.
Rogers: "I'm afraid that I won't make it to Israel. Sorry, Rose. I'm so sorry."
Gideon Rogers turns and runs outside. He sees the last of the evacuations is leaving as a dark shadow
appears on the horizon. He looks to the gathered Captains of the remaining Shocktroopers and other
Elite forces.
Rogers: "We won't be able to kill this thing. That much I am fairly certain. Our job here is to delay it as
long as possible so the others can escape. I know I have signed away all of your lives, but trust me
when I say that it's for the greater good."
The Dread Dragon looms larger on the horizon as it grows closer and closer. Gideon signals to the large
anti-aircraft guns that are standing by.
Rogers: "Ready! Aim for the wings where the skin is the most thin! FIRE!"
The sky rips open with the sound of thunder as the cannons open fire, sending hot death at the Dread
Dragon.

The creature stops in flight and holds out it's claws. A sphere of black energy surrounds the dragon that
stops the munitions and causes the munitions to explode harmlessly.
Rogers: "Keep firing! Just aim for it to keep it stopped and inside that shield!"
The anti-aircraft guns keep firing as quick as they can reload. The Dread Dragon keeps it's shield in
place. That is, until the cannons run out of ammunition.
The Dread Dragon swoops in and strafes the cannons with fiery breath, vaporizing them and their
crews in an instant. The remaining ground forces open fire as the dragon flies past, but they might as
well be spitting at it.
Rogers: "Genocides! Load the depleted uranium shells and open fire when it comes back around!"
When the Dread Dragon comes back around, the Genocide Regime open fire. The thick scales of the
dragon stop the ammunition from penetrating. Gideon Rogers runs as a gout of flame rips through the
Genocide Regime and those nearby. He runs to a case left by the side of the arena and opens it. Inside
is a disposable rocket launcher that holds a single rocket. He runs back to the rest of the troops as the
Dread Dragon turns to make another strafing run. A nearby Shocktrooper yells to him.
Shocktrooper: "None of the heavy munitions have worked. Why will that?"
Gideon doesn't look at him while he lines up his shot.
Rogers: "The warhead is special. Remember the ones that make the Black Hole Diamonds? This is a
smaller version. It will take out everything within a thousand feet."
Shocktrooper: "Won't that include us?"
Rogers: "Fiery death or sucked into a vortex that may also take out the dragon. What would you
choose?"
The Shocktrooper sighs.
Shocktrooper: "I would rather go out in a way of my own choosing. Aim true, Captain Rogers."
The Dread Dragon sweeps in with fiery breath vaporizing most of the remaining troops. Gideon takes
aim as the Dread Dragon comes near, he fires the weapon.
From a distance, we see the rocket strike the dragon and an explosion sweeps out and then turns in on
itself.
When the explosion clears, all that remains is a Black Hole Diamond and the Dread Dragon in mid-air,
it's black shield fading away. It scans the ground for more prey and flies back towards the flying castle.

Aftermath

West of Arish, Israel just off the shore of the Mediterranean Sea...a make shift city has formed
overnight. While some fans did not follow the caravan of cars through the entire long journey through
Egypt, most did.
They were on a path fraught with danger at every stop as different cars had to stop for fuel. Creatures
from darkest nightmares harried the caravan all along their path from armies left behind to keep the
conquered regions pliant and afraid.
They even had trouble at the Israeli border when an armed force met them and refused to allow them
into the country until they proved that they were not allied with Lord Thamptis.
Once they did that, they were allowed into the country with blessings.
The city is one of refugees. Tents are made from blankets. Cars, trucks, and vans are used for homes
and bedrooms. Troop transport trucks are given over to fans so they had a place to sleep. Water from
the sea is boiled and purified to allow for drinking water. Shocktroopers and anyone with combat skills
keep an around the clock vigil to ensure that no enemies come to attack them with their guard down.
Ethan Mills walks through the camp, checking on people as he walks. He mumbles to himself as he
walks by the temporary hospital set up the many wounded and then the tents set up for helping families
find each other if they were divided during the chaos.
Or help those who have lost loved ones to mourn...
Mills: "Why did I agree to do this job?"
"Because of a sense of loyalty to your friend?"
Aiva Nyte glides in from the shadows to walk alongside Ethan.
Mills: "No. I wouldn't come to this for friendship. None of this heartache-"
Ethan motions to many of the crushed spirits, worn out souls, and battle rattled soldiers with the barest
hint of a smile.
Mills: "Would be worth a mere friendship. No, it's something else."
Aiva gets a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Nyte: "Then friendship combined with boatloads of cash."
Ethan Mills laughs, nearly getting himself killed when the sudden sound startles a nearby Shocktrooper
so much that he opens fire with his assault rifle.
Mills: "That would be it. Besides, he sent you to help me out of that tight spot in Russia. So a favor,
friendship, and yes...lots of cash to line my pockets. I didn't really expect to be leading a caravan of
stragglers though. I expected that after Luxor we would be heading back to London. Now we're in
Israel with not much of anything in supplies or even equipment to put on a decent show! How can we
do a show with no ring, no sound system, no video screen, or anything else of use? We don't even have

enough medical supplies to help all of the wounded!"

Aiva looks down at the ground.
Nyte: "I suspect that we'll be digging a rather large hole by the morning. Do you know how many?"
"Ten to thirty thousand."
Aiva looks up to see Rose Johnston standing in their path. Her clothes are torn and her dirty face is
streaked with fresh tears. Aiva coughs uncomfortably.
Nyte: "I'll see to some other matters, Ethan."
Ethan Mills looks to Rose Johnston, his thoughts of missed paychecks burning away from his mind.
Mills: "Rose...I've been meaning to talk to you."
Johnston: "That's the numbers I have heard. Is it true? Will we lose that many through the night?"
Mills: "You're avoiding this, but yes. That many. We expect supplies from the Israelis, but not until
morning when it will be too late."
Rose sighs and shakes her head, letting her tears fall down to the dusty ground below.
Johnston: "What about Gide-I mean Captain Rogers?"
Ethan puts a hand on her shoulder.
Mills: "You must know something. This isn't me. I'm not cut out for this. Tales of bravery and courage.
Of the kind of experiences that Anderson went through in Warhammer to make him who he is today. I
took my business college experience and went on to be a con man. I wanted the easy money. Not to be
a leader of something like his."
Johnston: "Gideon. Has he checked in yet? Where is he?"
Mills: "I'm sorry, dear. None of the Rear Guard made it out alive. If it's any consolation? They managed
to at least turn the Dread Dragon back to allow us the escape that we did."
At first Rose looks furious. Angry at Ethan for sharing this news. Angry at herself for leaving the
Memphis Dome. Angry with Gideon Rogers for staying behind and sacrificing himself so she could
live. It all comes crashing down upon her like a tidal wave and she starts to collapse. Ethan catches her
and though she struggles for a moment, she buries her head onto Ethan's shoulder and sobs. Ethan pats
her on the back awkwardly.
Mills: "Don't worry. I'm sure there's something we can do to kill that thing. There has to be knowledge
someplace about a weakness it might have."
Rose Johnston pulls herself away and wipes at her tears. New determination shines through.

Johnston: "If there is? Then it must be in the most ancient texts in Alexandria."
Mills: "We can't get to Alexandria! Not through the host that's occupied Egypt!"
Rose Johnston begins walking away, taking quick strides.
Johnston: "We cannot, but I can. I will! I'm taking a car, some weapons, and some gas cans."
Mills: "But-"
Rose Johnston turns back around, sadness entering her expression once again.
Johnston: "Don't worry. After tonight...there will be plenty of cars to go around. Where do you go from
here?"
Ethan sighs and points East.
Mills: "To Jerusalem. We will go to the Kvel Arena and try to get supplies sent in to put on a show. We
will hope that Thamptis won't follow us into Israel. He has Egypt now. What more could he want?
Assets are tied up in France and Egypt so we may not have a direct way home so from there? We will
go into Syria to Homs where the Mistara Dome is. We'll continue our way through the Middle East and
into Eastern Europe to eventually make our way to where we can make it back to London. Along the
way, I hope we can find some answers to all of our questions and concerns."
Rose nods and turns back to leave.
Mills: "Wait."
Rose looks back at Ethan expectantly.
Mills: "As I have said, I'm not very good at this. Still? Be safe. Captain Rogers would not want you to
go get yourself killed. It would dishonor his sacrifice."
Rose smiles a little and rushes back to give Ethan a hug. When she pulls away, she wipes away tears
once again.
Johnston: "For a greedy little swindling con artist? You're doing just fine."
Rose Johnston turns and walks away without another word. No doubt to go get the supplies that she
needs to return to Egypt.
Ethan Mills goes his way. He walks in silence to the edge of the camp and beyond the watch fires. In
the darkness, he stills feels someone watching him, and not with the cold eyes of a Shocktrooper.
Mills: "j0ker. I know you're out here."
A masked figure steps out of the shadows, his dark mask glinting in the firelight.
Joker: "I am here."

Mills: "Captain Gideon Rogers has died in the field at Luxor. He left me a message should this happen.
He wants you to take charge of Warhammer Wrestling's security. You'll have a liaison from the
Warhammer Corporation to help as a go-between to get you the assets you need. What do you say?"
Joker's mask is unreadable as he looks to Ethan.
Joker: "Won't Anderson be upset at my selection when he returns?"
Ethan shrugs with a wide grin.
Mills: "I'm sure it just might. We'll deal with that later since he is currently imprisoned by other
enemies in France."
Joker: "Then I will do it."
Mills: "Good. We will have a show here in Israel and then I need you to start making preparations for
passage into Syria."
Joker: "Sounds like fun. Do you speak Arabic?"
Mills: "I could ask you if you have need for a manager in Arabic, but that's about it. Hire a translator."
Joker: "And who will be my liaison?"
Mills: "Trevor Maathai. He's a Captain of some of the Shocktooper forces we picked up from the
fighting in Luxor. He was a friend of Gideon's has served with distinction for many years. It was
Shocktrooper or some Elite thing. I forget which. They all look alike to me except for different paint
jobs."
Joker nods, knowing full well how one could make oneself appear to be like anyone else.
Joker: "I'll go find him and assess the situation...and have some people begin digging the mass grave."
Ethan Mills sighs. It was something that he really wanted to avoid, but he knew it really had to be done.
Mills: "No. You deal with security. I'll...I'll deal with the grave. And the families."