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HIGH STAKES 2 Wednesday, June 25th, 2009 WVU Coliseum in Morgantown, West Virginia REGULAR RULES JJ Biggs vs. Anthony Phoenix Written by: Nathan PREVIEW: Anthony Phoenix is starting to turn some heads after his revenge victory over Pierce Cavanaugh at Violation 67. With an upcoming barbed wire match against Jason Sandman waiting for him at V68, Phoenix is looking to continue his winning ways at High Stakes. JJ Biggs is a former Premiere Champion that some insiders claim is on his last legs, literally. He wants to end his career on a final World Heavyweight Championship note and this High Stakes match could get him on that path. The winner here will have a nice bargaining chip for future title rankings. Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Los Angeles, California by way of Austin, Texas, and weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds, he is "Mr. Xtreme" Anthony Phoenix! As the theme begins a pyro shower comes down over the entrance area. Phoenix walks out through the pyro with his hood over his head. He turns around and points at the word "Xtreme" on his back. Phoenix then turns back to face the crowd, he flips the hood off as he turns. He then extends his arms out to the side in a slight arrogant pose before he walks down to the ring in a semi determined fashion. Ferdinand: Introducing his opponent, hailing from Miami, Florida and weighing in at two hundred and eighty-nine pounds. He is "The Featured Attraction" JJ Biggs! "Voices" by Disturbed hits the speaker system, which is met with a chorus of boos from the crowd. The curtain brushes aside and "The Featured Attraction" walks onto the stage followed closely by his manager, Michael Bourne. Biggs stands there for a moment looking at the crowd with a cocky smile painted on his face. Then, he extends his arms out to the side and massive pyrotechnics go off around him. He then proceeds to walk towards the ring. He climbs onto the apron and enters the ring through the middle rope. Meanwhile, Michael Bourne climbs the steel steps and enters the ring, as well. Biggs makes his way to the ropes and extends his arms once again, which is met with even more boos. Biggs smirks as he takes off his shirt. He acts as if he's going to throw it into the crowd, but instead he hands it to Bourne. The bell rings. Biggs and Phoenix slowly begin to circle each other on the outskirts of the ring. The crowd is buzzing in anticipation for these two to lock up. The two slowly make their way to the center of the ring and their standing nose-to-chest. Phoenix looks up and Biggs looks down. Both of them are jawing back and forth. Biggs must have said something that ticked "Mr. Xtreme" off, as Phoenix rears back and he catches Biggs with a right hand. Phoenix goes for another one and even another. Biggs, the much bigger man, is starting to stumble backwards. Phoenix goes for a left, then another right, and a left. Biggs has been pushed back against the ropes and he's reeling like a boxer on dream street. Phoenix grabs Biggs and he goes to Irish Whip him across the ring, but Biggs isn't having it as he reverses it. Phoenix flies into the ropes and comes back right into a Big Boot! Biggs runs to the ropes and he comes off with a HUGE Leg Drop across Phoenix's neck! Biggs goes for the pinfall attempt: 1..............2.....KICK OUT! Franks: That was a nice Leg Drop followed by a 2-count. Biggs appears focused tonight; maybe he's sending a message to his critics? Quadros: This man wants the PWA World Title, and "The Featured Attraction" gets what he wants! Biggs gets to his feet and instead of worrying about Anthony Phoenix, he walks over to the ropes and raises his arms in the air. The crowd boos him loudly, which Biggs follows by spitting into the crowd. Biggs shakes his head before turning around to find Phoenix back on his feet. Biggs charges at him looking for a Clothesline, but Phoenix ducks under it. Biggs turns around and he gets a solid kick to the mid-section. Phoenix runs off the ropes and he comes back with a Spinning Neckbreaker. Phoenix is feeling the adrenaline now as he exits onto the apron and climbs to the top rope. Biggs gets to his feet as Phoenix waits on the top rope. Biggs doesn't know where Phoenix is, he finally turns around and Phoenix jumps off and hits him with a huge Missile Dropkick! After nearly knocking him out of his boots, Phoenix goes for the lateral press: 1.............2....KICK OUT! Franks: He had a lot of elevation on that Missile Dropkick. Phoenix has turned this match around and now he's in control. Phoenix gets to his feet quickly. He runs to the nearest ropes and he comes back with a quick Elbow Drop. He gets up again and he does the same exact thing. He's using his speed to his advantage now, as he gets up again and comes back for a third Elbow Drop. He gets up again and he goes for the nearest corner. He climbs to the rope; he motions for the crowd to get into it. The crowd cheers in anticipation for what he has planned. Phoenix takes a moment, gathering himself, before jumping off with a Somersault Corkscrew Leg Drop! The crowd pops wildly as Phoenix goes for the pin: 1..............2............KICK OUT! Franks: Dear God, he nearly hits the light with that one! The agility of Anthony Phoenix is top-notch. Quadros: Do you think I should go check on Biggs? He looks a little hurt. I'll be back. Franks: Sit down. Quadros: But--. Franks: Do your job! Quadros: Fine! Phoenix gets to his feet and he poses for the crowd. He's going all-out to get this crowd pumped. Phoenix runs for the ropes, but Bourne grabs his leg, causing him to fall face-first. Quadros: Now that's how you change the momentum of the match! That killed the crowd's and Phoenix's momentum, indeed. Phoenix gets up and he leans over the ropes. The referee is yelling at Bourne and so is Phoenix. Bourne is simply standing there with his arms outstretched, shaking his head. Phoenix turns around and finds Biggs standing there. Biggs charges at him, but Phoenix drops down and pulls on the top rope. Biggs tumbles over the top rope and falls to the outside. Bourne quickly checks on Biggs and does his best to pull him up to his feet. Bourne and Biggs are standing there together and a light bulb goes off in Phoenix's head. Phoenix points to the ropes across from him and the crowd gets behind him again. He takes off for the ropes, bounces off, and by this point Biggs and Bourne see him, but all they can do is stand there. Phoenix does a front flip over the ropes and lands on both men! The crowd goes insane after that one! Franks: Oh, my! Phoenix took both men out with that one! Quadros: Isn't that illegal? Hey ref, do your job! Phoenix gets to his feet and he's pumped! He's jumping around and even high-fiving with some of the fans. Phoenix eventually brings his focus back to Biggs and he pulls him up to his feet. He does his best to roll Biggs into the ring and he slides in behind him. Phoenix goes for the pin: 1..............2...............KICK OUT! A big reaction from the crowd after that one; as everyone, including Phoenix, thought the match was over. Meanwhile, Bourne has pulled himself up to his feet via the apron, and now he's climbed up onto the ring. He's complaining to the referee about Phoenix hitting him with that move. Phoenix is unaware of this and grabs a handful of Biggs' hair -- trying to pull him up. Biggs takes the opening and he hits Phoenix with a low blow. Phoenix drops to the mat like a sack of rocks. Bourne, realizing his job is done, admits defeat in his argument with the referee and drops down to the floor. Franks: What a cheap shot by Biggs! Quadros: What? I didn't see anything. Franks: Of course not. Biggs gets to his feet and leans on the ropes; doing his best to shake away the cobwebs. Phoenix slowly gets to his feet as well. Biggs nails Phoenix with a right, which Phoenix answers with one of his own. Phoenix goes for another right, but Biggs blocks it. Biggs hits Phoenix with a right and a left, before grabbing his arm and whipping him into the corner. Biggs charges into the corner and hits Phoenix with a Big Splash! Biggs takes a few steps back and Phoenix stumbles forward. Biggs grabs him and hits him with a Double-Arm DDT. Biggs goes for the pin: 1.............2..........KICK OUT! Biggs is quickly back on the attack as he gets to his feet, pulling Phoenix up as well. Biggs throws Phoenix into the ropes and when he comes back he nails him with a kick in the mid-section. Biggs sets Phoenix up for and hits the Unprettier! Biggs nods as he feels this match is over as he goes for the pin again: 1.............2..............KICK OUT!!! Franks: Not yet! He kicked out before the referee's hand hit the mat for the third time! Quadros: Slow count! Biggs is in disbelief as he sits on the mat staring up at the referee. The referee signals two. Biggs shakes his head as he gets up. He grabs Phoenix and pulls him up to his feet. He throws Phoenix into the corner and he charges at him. He goes for a Clothesline in the corner, but Phoenix moves at the last moment. Biggs stumbles around the ring as Phoenix makes his way to the top rope. Phoenix waits for his time before jumping off looking for a Double-Axe Handle, but Biggs kicks him in mid-air. Phoenix doubles over and Biggs hits him with the Biggs Implant! Quadros: The end. Biggs goes for the pin as the referee counts: 1.....................2.....................3! Ferdinand: The winner of this match, via pinfall, is "The Featured Attraction" JJ Biggs! Bourne climbs into the ring and celebrates the hard-fought victory with JJ Biggs as "Voices" hits the P.A. System. Franks: Regardless of the outcome, Phoenix did a lot of damage to Biggs. And it was a great way to start off our High Stakes 2 pay-per-view! Quadros: Quiet, you're ruining their celebration! BAD PUBLICITY Written by: Neil Flash photography shoots off around the WVU Coliseum as if a star like Lillian Walker is here tonight. All right, yeah Lillian Walker really is here tonight but the buzz going on isn’t for her. Instead, the media surrounds a rental car just pulling up to the arena. Inside the vehicle is Board member Nikki Cortez. She’s a bit awestruck at what is going on as he tries to get into the parking garage. She drives her way through the crowd and finds a parking spot rather quickly. Here comes the media again, barraging her with questions. Reporter #1: Mrs. Cortez! Is it true your husband fixed matches when he was Commissioner of the PWA? Reporter #2: Have you read Cairo Conspiracy’s article on The Butcher’s match fixing controversy? Reporter #3: Is there any truth to your husband not really being in a coma…that he’s in hiding from the FBI or even angry bookies? Nikki Cortez: What do you want? Leave me alone! The flash photography continues to go off as more and more questions get thrown her way. Mrs. Cortez pushes her way past them, not answering anything that’s being asked. Hammerfist Security holds back the media at the door. Mugs Hammerfist confronts the Board member. Mugs: What was that all about? Nikki: Bad publicity I guess. Keep them away from me tonight if you could. I’ll be in my office for the rest of the night. I…I need to be alone. Mugs: Ok. Hey! Everybody get back! I said BACK! The media tries to get in through the front door to get their answers but Mrs. Cortez doesn’t have anything for them. She walks away and heads towards her office, leaving Hammerfist Security to contain the situation. PREMIERE RANKING MATCH Kaito vs. Darkside Written by: Jason PREVIEW: Both men have fallen off track the past few weeks in the Premiere Division but look to regain their standing in this match. The sickness in Kaito continues to rise as his last victory over Pierce Cavanaugh did not bring on the cure. Perhaps his last and final option is to reclaim the Premiere Championship that he lost at Playtime’s Over. Darkside on the other hand continues his brother’s quest to take over PWA, one title belt at a time. The Lionhearts have fallen on hard times the past month but now will be the time to strike. This will be a Violation 64 re-match that Kaito won via the blood mist to the eyes. Will the same thing happen twice? Kaito pins Darkside. COMPENSATION ISSUES Written by: Blake The scene fades in with Anthony Phoenix is walking back to his locker room following his match against JJ Biggs. As he walks through the common area of the backstage, a voice stops him in his tracks. Ashton Crowley: Where d’ya suppose this sorry sack of shit is goin’ in such a hurry Tony? Tony Field: I don’t know. You’d think he was late for something, the way he’s trying to haul ass out of here. Upon hearing the comments Phoenix stops abruptly and slowly turns around to face both members Dysfunction, who are standing up against the wall by the corridor leading away from the ring. Anthony Phoenix: What the hell do you two want? Phoenix points accusingly towards both of them as Crowley holds up his hands, mockingly motioning to Phoenix to calm down. Crowley: Easy there peanut. We come in peace. Phoenix: Who in the hell are you going, Peanut? I take it you don’t know who the hell I am. I really don’t have time for any of this. Phoenix turns around to walk away. Field: What’d I tell you Ash…His manhood just isn’t that important to him. Phoenix stops again a bit further down the hall and then turns around again. Phoenix: What’d you say? I don’t think I heard that correctly! Phoenix walks back and stands in front of Crowley and Field. Crowley: Hey…We’re just sayin’. A man yanks down your pants, showin’ your business to the world, and you get him back by yankin’ his pants down? You been hangin’ around Dade Davis a little too much cupcake? Field: Especially with your affliction…You’d think you would’ve wanted a little more revenge. Phoenix: My affliction? Phoenix crosses his arms across his chest. Crowley: Hey. Easy there kid…We get it. It was cold in the arena. Shit happens. We just wanna know why the hell ya didn’t beat his ass three ways from Sunday. Why ya settled with yankin’ his drawers around his ankles, then pinnin’ him like a rainbow posterboy. Phoenix uncrosses his arms as his face grows redder and redder. Squaring up to Crowley; Phoenix gives him a huge shove to the chest. Phoenix: Man, fuck off! You want some of this; you know where to find me…Until then, why don’t you two focus on what you do best: beating the shit out of defenseless women! Phoenix turns to walk away, but Dysfunction keeps talking. Crowley: Guess he’s not gonna want the gift we brought him then. Phoenix turns with a very pissed off face and sees Crowley standing with a penis pump in his hand. Field: Some people just don’t understand common courtesy, I guess, Ash. That was the last straw, as Phoenix loses it. He strikes the pump out of Crowley’s hand, right before Phoenix launch with a right to his face which lands with a thump. The two then begin exchanging rights and lefts. After a few moments, The Hammerfist security team jumps in between the two. Field puts a hand towards Crowley chest holding him back while he is trying to settle him down. Field: Easy Ash. Focus on tonight man. Leave this little shit stain alone. Meanwhile, it’s taking all of the efforts of the four security members to restrain Phoenix. Phoenix: Hmm! Crowley, it’s your lucky day! You better thank the good lord that they came along…another minute and your boyfriend here would have had scrape your ass up from the floor. Next time let’s see how damn tough you are without your little boytoy to back you up! Crowley sneers at Phoenix, nodding his head. Crowley: You name the time and the place buttercup. I’ll make ya wish your momma had that abortion she was thinkin’ about when she found out about you! Phoenix: Your funeral, asshole. Phoenix lets out a very evil laugh as the security team pulls him away towards his locker room while Crowley continues shouting insults at him as Field pushes him away towards Dysfunction's. YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS! Written by: John *David and Susan Gaither, along with their son and PWA star Jack, make their way to their assigned locker room. Fans inside the corridor cheer the Gaithers and wish them well, but the party is short-lived because here comes Violation Commissioner Wren Chesney to cause some trouble.* WREN: Well well, if it isn't Jackie-boy, and look who he's got with him!? You know something Jack, by the end of tonight, you're gonna wish that you never signed that contract in the first place. SUSAN: Jack, do you know this woman. JACK: She's a primadonna Mom who thinks she can get away with anything she wants. WREN: That's right Jackie-dear. I own you, and when the night is done... *Wren grabs Jack by the scruff of his neck as the crowd boos what's going on.* WREN: ...Jason Sandman is gonna fuck your brains out! *Wren shoves Jack right into his own mother! Jack's father David has a very sick look on his face.* DAVID: Ms. Chesney, I've heard about you. Now, if my son Jack were to sit there and strike you back, would you fire him on the spot? WREN: YES! I WOULD!! DAVID: OK then. So Ms. Chesney, what would happen if I were to strike you? WREN: Oh...seriously?! I mean, come on! A middle-aged shithead like you will never have the balls to do such a thing. *The crowd begins to buzz* CARL (voice): Uh-oh... SUSAN: Oh really Ms. Chesney? WREN: Yeah! Really! *All three Gaithers share equally sinister shit eating grins on their faces. Without warning, David--Jack's father--PUTS A STIFF KICK WITH HIS STEEL-TOED BOOT RIGHT INTO WREN CHESNEY'S CROTCH!! The evil Co-Commissioner's knees buckle as she goes down in a heap; the crowd goes APESHIT over what just happened as the Gaithers make their way to their locker room, where several members of the West Virginia National Guard, armed with lethal M-16 machine guns, are waiting. The cameras switch back to the announcer's table--and to a shocked Ray Quadros!* RAY: You cannot be serious! CARL: Believe it! David Gaither--Jack's father--has put his foot down! Oh my--this could be huge coming into the Tower of Terror! TAG TEAM RANKING MATCH Dysfunction vs. Criminal Intent Written by: Neil PREVIEW: Some say Dysfunction is the hottest tag team on the planet. To Tony Field and Ashton Crowley, they’ve always been hot. With impressive victories over some of PWA’s tag team elite, Dysfunction looks to add another name to their list to boast their shot at tag team gold. Criminal Intent on the other hand are coming into their own within the PWA ranks. Cavanaugh continues to surprise those in the locker room, literally, with his bum rush quest. Jackboot has himself a future Atlantic Championship re-match against London McCormack next month. Will Criminal Intent be focused enough for this match or will Dysfunction take one more step to the contendership? A siren goes off. Then a loud pyro goes off in the center of the stage as the siren shuts off to give way to "Jambi” by Tool. Pierce Cavanaugh and Jackboot enter from behind the curtain to a round of jeers. Jackboot kisses each of his biceps, Justice and Order, as Pierce preps by throwing spinning heel kicks and punching the air in front of him. After both are through, they look at each other and nod as they begin a sprint into the ring. Jackboot slides under the bottom rope as Pierce launches himself onto the apron and does a flip over the top rope. They both catch their feet in the ring and give each other a double fist pound. Franks: You heard what’s going on tonight, Ray. Pierce Cavanaugh and his lawyer are suing the PWA for unfair competition practices stemming from his match with Anthony Phoenix last week. Quadros: There’s been a conspiracy against AWG wrestling since day one, Carl. The Board of Directors hate these guys except for Wren Chesney. She appreciates everything Criminal Intent has ever done for her! “Redneck” by Lamb of God kicks up next and here comes Dysfunction. The crowd gives the two newcomers to PWA a mixed reaction as they somewhat appreciate what they do in the ring but find it hard to cheer the way they go about it. Tony Field and Ashton Crowley make their way down to the ring with a sense of purpose etched across their facial features. Franks: Some believe Dysfunction should be included in tonight’s main event Tag Team Championship match after they’ve beaten both M&M and The Era over the past month. I must say it would be an interesting development to see how they would have faired in a big spot like that. Quadros: Pay your dues, boys! You come in here with a hot hand and think you deserve this, you deserve that! Nuh uh! M&M and The Era earned their re-match from Mob Rules. You have to go with what you know and tonight’s main event will be great. You don’t know what Dysfunction will do. Dysfunction enters the ring and don’t say much to their opponents as they look out towards the crowd to pose. Pierce Cavanaugh argues with Referee Andy Sheppard, telling him he better do his job or get sued too! Jackboot now counters Dysfunction’s pose by showing off ‘Justice’ and ‘Order’ once again. The crowd isn’t buying what he’s selling. Referee Sheppard tells both teams to get themselves ready so we can start this off. Looks like we’re going to start off with the two larger guys, Ashton Crowley and Jackboot. The two big men stare each other down and wait for the referee to call for the bell. DING! Franks: And away we go! The stare down between Crowley and Jackboot comes to an end as the two meet head to head in the middle of the ring. Shoulder and arm tie up for a test of strength. The two tussle back and forth in a even match of power. Double push off as neither man can gain the advantage. Jackboot and Crowley snarl at each other and circle around the ring. Again they lock-up for a test of strength. Jackboot earns a little advantage and pushes Crowley backwards. But wait, now Ashton Crowley hulks up and powers back, shoving Jackboot back into the center of the ring. They release as nothing is gained. Franks: Even power match-up from Ashton Crowley and Jackboot to start this off, Ray. Quadros: This was expected. Jackboot shows off his guns ‘Justice’ and ‘Order’ once again, trying to impress the crowd. Morgantown, WV shows their appreciation by booing him out of the building. Crowley isn’t impressed one bit either as he attacks an unaware Jackboot with a knee to the midsection! Crowley blasts Jackboot in the face with a series of rights and lefts, knocking him backwards into a neutral corner. Now the crowd starts to get behind Crowley as he tees off on Jackboot in the corner with rights, lefts, rights, lefts! Referee Sheppard wants a clean break and he isn’t getting it as Ashton Crowley continues his barrage of attacks with a series of stomps to drop Jackboot to the mat in the corner! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Referee Sheppard starts the count for a break…1! 2! 3! 4! Ashton Crowley pulls up Jackboot by the head and whips him hard across the ring. BAM! Oh Jackboot slams spine first hard into the turnbuckles! The violent collision staggers him out of the corner, holding his lower spine in pain. Here comes Ashton Crowley with a follow up running clothesline that lays out the big Jackboot! The crowd pops as Crowley makes an early cover…1...2...KICK OUT! Franks: Ashton Crowley is just heating up, Ray! Quadros: He’s out of control. Crowley mounts Jackboot and pounds away with straight rights, trying to bust open Jackboot on the mat. He pulls up the weary Jackboot and lifts him straight up into a powerful vertical suplex! No cover as he stomps Jackboot across his surgically restructured face. Pierce Cavanaugh starts flapping his gums in the direction of Crowley, trying to get his attention. Ashton doesn’t bite as he pulls Jackboot back up and bulls him hard into the Dysfunction corner with a shoulder block. Tag out to Tony Field. In comes Field and both members of Dysfunction hammer Jackboot in the corner. Crowley steps to the outside while Field keeps up the momentum. Forearm to the face of Jackboot to stun him. Field with a whip out of the corner. Reversed by Jackboot! Field runs across the ring and knocks Pierce Cavanaugh off the apron with a shove! Here comes an irate Jackboot with a wild short arm clothesline on Field! Ducked! Kick to the midsection by Field right into a swinging neck breaker! Cover! 1!…2!…THR…KICK OUT! Franks: Jackboot looks like he could use a tag out here but Pierce Cavanaugh is down on the floor. Quadros: Field knocked down Cavanaugh illegally and the referee didn’t do anything about it! See! They are against Criminal Intent! Tony Field brings up Jackboot and connects with a snap suplex. No cover as he pops back up and runs towards the ropes. Off comes Field with an elbow drop to the face of Jackboot! Again he hooks the leg…1...2...KICK OUT! Pierce Cavanaugh jumps onto the apron again and yells out for Jackboot to tag him in. Easier said than done as Tony Field clubs him across the neck. Cutting the ring in half, Field brings up Jackboot and tosses him back into a neutral corner. Rights and lefts to the midsection of Jackboot, doubling him over. European uppercut lays Jackboot out in the corner! Pierce Cavanaugh has had enough of this crap and runs into the ring to interfere! Nope! Referee Andy Sheppard cuts Cavanaugh off at the pass! Quadros: Oh come on! This isn’t fair! He won’t even give Jackboot a clean break! Sheppard ushers Cavanaugh back to his corner and starts counting. Seeing that the referee has his back turned, Jackboot shakes off Field’s shots and kicks him blatantly with a low blow! Oh! Franks: Now that isn’t fair, Ray! Cheap low blow! Pierce Cavanaugh sees what his partner did and takes his time going back to his corner. Jackboot explodes off the turnbuckles with a decapitating clothesline that lays out Field! Ashton Crowley calls foul and looks to enter the ring himself for some revenge. Nope! Now Referee Sheppard cuts him off and ushers him back to the apron. Jackboot takes advantage again as he drops a stiff knee between Tony Field’s legs! The heat rains down on Criminal Intent from the crowd but those two don’t seem to care. Jackboot drags a weary Field over to his corner and tags out Pierce Cavanaugh. Quadros: Here comes the Adrenaline Rush! Cavanaugh unloads a series of stomps onto Field’s face. Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Cavanaugh lifts up Field and tosses him with a vertical suplex! Cavanaugh nips back up and runs towards the Dysfunction corner, blasting Crowley across the face with a forearm for a little revenge. Crowley holds onto the ropes and steps into the ring! Again, Referee Sheppard cuts him off. Here comes the illegal Jackboot from behind on Field. He sets him into a full nelson facing Cavanaugh. Here comes a running Pierce Cavanaugh off the ropes with a dropkick right into the face of the helpless Tony Field! Jackboot sneaks back to his corner just as Pierce Cavanaugh makes the cover! Here comes Referee Sheppard on the delay…1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT! Franks: Referee Andy Sheppard holds up two fingers! Cavanaugh looks up at Referee Sheppard and demands he count faster next time! Taking advantage of the shenanigans, Cavanaugh pulls up Field and whips him toward the ropes. Off comes the dizzy Tony Field right into a rolling wheel kick to the face! Cover! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!! Again Pierce Cavanaugh gives the referee the business on his counting. Franks: Cavanaugh better keep his head in this one, Ray. Jawing with Sheppard won’t get you very far. Quadros: He has to keep the zebra honest, Carl. Crowley yells out for Field to get his ass up and tag out. Pierce Cavanaugh has other ideas as he kicks Field in the side of the head as he tries to get up. He grabs Field by the hair and snaps him backwards into a perfect northern lights suplex! Bridge! 1!…2!…THREE…NO! Referee Andy Sheppard says Field KICKED OUT! Oh that tears it! Pierce Cavanaugh gets into the referee’s face one more time and shows him how to count! It isn’t that hard man! Franks: Cavanaugh and Sheppard are having some unkind words here about officiating. Quadros: Add his name to the lawsuit, Pierce! The two are really going at it now like a manager and umpire arguing over whether the man was safe at home or not! Cavanaugh warns Sheppard to get his act together or else! The Adrenaline Rush reaches down to pick up Tony Field but Field catches him off balance, grabs the tights, and shucks Cavanaugh out of the ring! Jackboot didn’t like that one bit and runs into the ring illegally for an attack on Field. He looks to plow over Field with a large body block but Field catches him with a sit-out jaw breaker! Field is down! Jackboot is down! Cavanaugh is out of the ring! Franks: Ashton Crowley can’t wait for a tag in, Ray! He can barely contain himself! Quadros: He’s the freshest man in the match and that’s not a good thing! The crowd starts to get behind Tony Field as he begins to crawl towards his partner. He’s almost there! Getting closer! Closer! In to the ring comes Pierce Cavanaugh! He looks to stop Field but it’s too late Ashton Crowley has tagged in! The crowd pops but Cavanaugh does not share in their enthusiasm! He sticks his hands in the air and tries to reason with a seething Crowley. He seems to be making some headway with his opponent, trying to chill him out. Just when he thinks he has Crowley right where he wants him, Pierce Cavanaugh shoots in for a kick to the midsection! Caught by Crowley! Oh! He plows right through Cavanaugh with a sick clothesline! Now Jackboot gets into Crowley’s face but only finds himself whipped to the ropes. Off comes Jackboot into a power slam! OH! Crowley power slams Jackboot right on top of Pierce Cavanaugh! Franks: Oh what a slam! Pierce was on the wrong end of that! Quadros: He can’t do that! Franks: He just did! The crowd is all worked up and getting behind Ashton Crowley as he stalks the two Criminal Intent members in the corner. The flash photography kicks up when Crowley climbs to the top turnbuckle and waits. Both Jackboot and Cavanaugh get up, Jackboot holding his spine, Cavanaugh clutching his face. Ashton Crowley leaps off the top turnbuckle and hammers both Criminal Intent members down to the mat again with a double flying clothesline! Crowley covers Cavanaugh! 1!…2!…2.9996413446!! Clutch KICK OUT by Pierce Cavanaugh! Franks: Dysfunction is rolling in this tag team match but Criminal Intent just won’t go away. Quadros: They’re tough even when everything is against them. Referee Sheppard sends Jackboot back to his corner while Crowley lifts up Cavanaugh. Powerful over the head belly-to-belly suplex sends the Adrenaline Rush flying! Tony Field is liking what he’s seeing from his tag team partner as Crowley continues to stalk. He grabs the wobbling Cavanaugh by the head and whips him hard towards the ropes. Pierce stops his momentum as he grabs the top cable. Here comes Crowley with a running finish up clothesline! NO! Pierce Cavanaugh ducks and sends Crowley over the ropes! Wait! Crowley lands on the apron and grabs a handful of Cavanaugh’s hair! Wait again! Pierce Cavanaugh reaches back and takes Crowley by the head, sitting-out to snap Ashton Crowley’s throat over the top cable! Franks: Oh man! Here comes the illegal Jackboot out of his corner and starts laying the stomps onto Crowley. Referee Sheppard yells for Jackboot to get back to his corner but that request is being denied. Jackboot picks up Crowley and slams him hard onto the floor with a belly-to-belly suplex! Now Tony Field isn’t too happy. He jumps off the apron and catches Jackboot from behind with a running bulldog onto the floor! The illegal Tony Field starts stomping the illegal Jackboot! And here comes Pierce Cavanaugh! Running spaceman plancha by Cavanaugh lays out Tony Field at ringside! Franks: Everybody is down! Quadros: Pierce Cavanaugh is insane! He is the first one up while Referee Sheppard keeps yelling to bring the action back into the ring. Pierce helps up Jackboot and brushes him off, making sure he’s ok. Criminal Intent starts to put the boots to Dysfunction here at ringside. They then double whip Tony Field towards the ring steps, BANG! Field’s knees slam into the steps and he rolls over, clutching himself. Criminal Intent takes Ashton Crowley next and lift him up and backwards with a backdrop across the barrier! CRACK! Crowley’s neck ricochets off the barrier! Franks: Premeditated attack by Criminal Intent right there! They might have broken Crowley’s neck! Quadros: Wrong place, wrong time, Carl. Pierce Cavanaugh rolls Crowley back into the ring and then comes in himself with a rolling leg drop across the neck! He spins Crowley over and makes the cover! 1!…2!…THREE…NO! KICK OUT!! Cavanaugh pitches a fit and takes it out on his opponent by stomping on his neck like he’s some sort of bug! He collects himself and runs towards the ropes. Springboard moonsault by Pierce Cavanaugh! Again he hooks the leg! 1!…2!…THREE…NO! No! Referee Andy Sheppard waves off the three as he sees Ashton Crowley draped his foot along the bottom rope to break the pin fall! Franks: That was close! Quadros: That was it, Carl. Replay will show he was too late. Replay shows that it wasn’t Ashton Crowley that put his foot on the bottom rope after all. It was Tony Field saving the day! Field limps his way back to his corner while throwing some encouraging words at his partner. Pierce Cavanaugh targets the neck one more time as he applies a rear naked choke! Crowley reaches out for the ropes but Pierce rolled him away! Franks: This could be it! Pierce Cavanaugh has that rear naked choke locked in deep! Crowley struggles and waves his arms around while his face starts to turn red! Referee Sheppard asks if he wants to give up before he passes out…NO is the reply! Pierce Cavanaugh sinks in the choke a bit deeper! Field yells out for his partner not to give up. He starts pounding on the turnbuckle to cheer him on! Crowley’s face continues to turn a deep shade of red as Cavanaugh cuts off the cerotic artery. The crowd starts to get behind the victim…”Crow-ley! Crow-ley! Crow-ley!”. Referee Sheppard asks him if he wants to give up…NO! Crowley won’t give up and shoots a back elbow into Cavanaugh’s midsection! “Crow-ley! Crow-ley! Crow-ley!“ Another elbow! Another! Another! One more breaks the rear naked choke! Crowley rolls to his side and gasps for air. Tony Field yells out for a tag but that isn’t coming any time soon as Pierce Cavanaugh drops the elbow over Crowley’s neck. The Adrenaline Rush taunts Field just as he pulls Crowley up. He clubs Crowley across the neck and then blasts him in the face with a standing drop kick! Ashton Crowley stumbles backwards onto the ropes but explodes off then with a tackling spear that folds up Pierce Cavanaugh! Franks: Both men are down! Quadros: Come on Pierce! Jackboot is right there! Cavanaugh and Crowley both start to crawl towards their tag team partner. Field and Jackboot reach out to make the trip shorter! Pierce lunges out and TAGS in Jackboot! The big man of Criminal Intent drops a justice elbow across Ashton Crowley’s neck to stop him from tagging out. Jackboot with a pump handle slam! Cover! 1!…2!…THRE..NO! Broken up by Tony Field! Referee Sheppard sends him back to his corner and here comes Pierce Cavanaugh illegally. Criminal Intent grabs Crowley and whips him towards the ropes for the Ball and Chain! Ashton Crowley has other ideas as he stops himself short on the ropes! Jackboot lunges at him with a big boot anyway! Oh! Franks: That can’t be healthy! Crowley ducked out of the way and got Jackboot caught with the top rope between the legs! Pierce Cavanaugh looks for some revenge as he runs towards the ropes for the Invalidation submission on Crowley! OH! Tony Field catches him with a surprise REAL DEAL super kick! Ashton Crowley takes the opening and grabs Jackboot by the head. Yanking him off the top rope, Crowley executes the ETERNAL HANGOVER! The rocker dropper plants Jackboot in the middle of the ring! Crowley makes the cover as Field watches for any interference! 1!…2!…THREE!! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ferdinand: Here are the winners of this match…DYYYYSFUNCTION!! Franks: Another tag team victory for Dysfunction! I think their case has been made for a tag team title shot sooner rather than later. Quadros: It’s easy to win when the referees are in your corner, Carl. Criminal Intent better keep suing to get some balance around here! Geez! Then suddenly up on the entrance way a huge shadow is cast over the entrance ramp as Dustin "Posterboy" Jacobs stands and intently stares down the aisle from underneath his orange hoodie. He paces back and forth while looking down towards the ring. Quadros: Who the…? Franks: Hey that’s the new guy Dustin Jacobs! Quadros: What does he want? Dustin Jacobs points towards the ring, namely at Tony Field and motions for him to bring it. Field looks like he’s about to step out of the ring and do something about the situation. But Ashton Crowley holds him back and tells him not to worry about it. Jacobs shakes his head and says something towards Tony Field. Field only stares back as Dustin Jacobs heads backstage. Franks: That guy is huge and he seems to want a piece of Tony Field for some reason. Quadros: Crowley did the right thing. Him and Field just had a match. No point in mixing it up with some guy who doesn’t even have a name here. Franks: I don’t know. It seems weird. Field looks pretty teed off in victory. STREET FIGHT Maelstrom vs. Captain Howdy Written by: Neil PREVIEW: At Mob Rules 2, Captain Howdy gained a little revenge for his dearest Nadia Snow when he beat Jostrodomus within an inch of his life. The last time anybody saw Jostrodomus, he was strapped to a stretcher and pushed off the entrance ramp into the crowd. Howdy has been boasting his work ever since. Jostrodomus’ best friend Maelstrom is looking to gain a little revenge of his own here. There are just some things you don’t do and pissing off the Human Hellstorm is one of those things. This should be one of the more violent matches of the night. “ Come ‘ear ‘owdy, ‘owdy…show yerself…” The words of Maelstrom echo through the full parking garage of the WVU Coliseum. Dressed up in his old black wrestling trunks and gear, the out of shape Human Hellstorm peers around in the shadows. A dripping from a leaky pipe is heard in the distance as Maelstrom sneers and tightens his gloves into a fist. He staggers and looks to pounce as a woman slams her car door shut. He relaxes for a moment with a sigh as the woman looks mighty shell shocked. “Oh.” The daft woman staggers off to leave Maelstrom to his thoughts once again. He continues to press forward through the parking lot, looking up, down, in and around empty vehicles for his opponent Captain Howdy. Another set of footsteps is heard. Click, clack, click, clack. Squeak. Maelstrom focuses his attention to where the noise is coming from. Click, clack, click, clack. Squeak. A pair of vehicle headlights turns on, nearly blinding Maelstrom in the light. He shields his eyes and looks towards the vehicle. Standing in the headlights is the form of Captain Howdy. Sneakers, lime green suit and jacket, twirling his walking cane. Captain Howdy walks forward with his cane, his sneakers click, clacking, and squeaking on the concrete. Maelstrom and Captain Howdy start to walk towards each other with Referee Steve Upshaw at last walking into the scene. The voices of Carl Franks and Ray Quadros are heard on your television set while the crowd watches the proceeding on the video-tron. Franks: Captain Howdy and Maelstrom have met in the parking lot for their street fight match to begin! I’m looking forward to this one, Ray. Quadros: This is going to get ugly. Maelstrom is clearly out of shape and Captain Howdy, well, he’s clearly out of his mind. Referee Upshaw stands in between the two and tells them the rules: there aren’t any. He then steps away and yells out FIGHT! Recalling his cage fighting experience, Maelstrom quickly fires a right hand that catches an unprepared Captain Howdy right on the button! His walking cane slides to the side as he stumbles backwards! Maelstrom grabs Howdy by the hair and pulls him in tight for some solid knees to the midsection. He takes Howdy’s long flowing lime green jacket and pulls it over his head like a brawling hockey player! Unable to see what’s going on, Captain Howdy eats some nasty punches to the face! Quadros: Hey! That’s not fair! He pulled Howdy’s jacket over his head! Franks: This is a street fight, Ray. No rules! Captain Howdy staggers away and fights his own jacket to get it off his head. Maelstrom stalks him from behind and spears him into the side of a Prius! The little fuel efficient “green car” looks trashed after the two collided into it. Even the airbag deployed! Maelstrom continues to be relentless as he takes Howdy by the hair and bounces his head off a Limited Edition Barack Obama GMC Denali. The SUV’s alarm goes off! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Maelstrom keeps pulling Captain Howdy by his hair and bounces his head off a “Fix It Again Tony” Chrysler 300! The car alarm goes off as well! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Maelstrom growls as he pull Captain Howdy along and now bounces his head off a Ford…nah, that’s too much quality…a Honda Civic! All three car alarms echo throughout the car garage! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Franks: Ugh, that’s annoying. Quadros: Music to my ears, Carl. Captain Howdy staggers away holding his head but Maelstrom keeps on charging. Like a pisses off bull poised to gore a rodeo clown, Maelstrom runs in for another spear! NO! Captain Howdy ducks and uses the Human Hellstorm’s own momentum against him for a back body drop! Maelstrom flips over and onto the hood of a Toyota Camry! The hood gets all dented up from his weight! Captain Howdy shakes off all the shots he’s taken so far and grabs Maelstrom by the head, yanking him roughly off the car and down to the concrete with a thud. Stiff knee to the side of Maelstrom’s face! Howdy pulls up Maelstrom and rams his head through the driver’s side window! Glass flies everywhere as Maelstrom collapses to the ground! Franks: Captain Howdy has gained some control here! Quadros: It’s all over with now. Captain Howdy at last removes his jacket only to wrap it around Maelstrom’s neck! Yanking back on it like the reins of a horse, Captain Howdy tries to choke Maelstrom out! He puts his knee into the spine of Maelstrom and pulls back for the extra leverage! Maelstrom, with a beat red face, tries to power his way down and away from Captain Howdy. Once Howdy is satisfied with his choking effort, he leans forward and utilizes Maelstrom’s own power against him again, smashing the Human Hellstorm’s face into the concrete! Franks: That couldn’t have felt too good. Quadros: Oh yeah, Maelstrom will make less sense in the future after that! Captain Howdy lays in the sneakers right to the ribcage of Maelstrom, over and over again. He then walks away and fetches his walking cane that he dropped earlier. Giving Maelstrom a moment to get back to his feet, Captain Howdy stalks and bounces the handle of his cane off a car hood, making everybody know just how hard it really is. Once Maelstrom stands up, Howdy bashes him across the back with a steel cane shot! Ah! Maelstrom arcs his spine in pain! One more sick cane shot across the spine sends Maelstrom sprawling. Captain Howdy stalks him menacingly with the cane in hand. Maelstrom leans against the second story parking garage railing for a breather. Howdy whacks the air right out of the man’s lungs with another sick cane shot across the back! Captain Howdy puts the cane towards Maelstrom’s throat and tries to push him over the railing down to the first floor below! Maelstrom desperately tries to hang on! Franks: Oh no! This could be a nasty fall for Maelstrom! Maelstrom tries to save his skin by putting his thumbs into Howdy’s eyes! Howdy still powers forward! The two teeter on the brink and finally they BOTH fall over the railing! The camera shows a good 20-foot fall down to the concrete below! Both Captain Howdy and Maelstrom groan in pain and take heavy breathes as they both got the worst of it. Franks: That was just a sick fall! Quadros: The concrete parking lot got the better of them, that’s for sure! The camera crew and Referee Upshaw hurry around the second floor of the parking garage down to the first. By the time they get there, both Howdy and Maelstrom are struggling to their feet. Howdy hit’s a kidney punch on Maelstrom. He puts Maelstrom in a headlock and punches him square in the face multiple times while leading him towards the exit of the parking garage. Howdy bounces Maelstrom head first off the ticket dispenser! While the Human Hellstorm staggers around holding his face, Captain Howdy grabs him from behind and tosses him with a release German suplex right through the exit gate! The black and yellow gate snaps in half, leaving Maelstrom clutching his spine on the ground! Franks: Oh! Captain Howdy suplexed Maelstrom right through that parking lot gate! Quadros: I guess that means we have free parking from now on, Carl. Captain Howdy peels Maelstrom up off the concrete as he is clearly in control now. He whips Maelstrom spine first into the pay booth! Maelstrom slumps against the wall, looking like a beaten man. Howdy runs in with a sick kick to Maelstrom’s face! Then all of a sudden Daz Van Dyke appears in the ticket booth! He opens the ticket window and looks at Captain Howdy! Daz Van Dyke: Don’t forget to pay the price, Howdy! Using his trusty ball point pen, Daz Van Dyke squirts black ink to Captain Howdy’s face! Blinded by the ink, Howdy recoils and tries to clear his eyes! Franks: Daz Van Dyke! What the hell is he doing here?! Quadros: He’s signing Captain Howdy’s death warrant, Carl! Daz Van Dyke, Board of Director and enemy of Captain Howdy, steps out of the ticket booth and charges Howdy with his pen. Not being able to see what the hell is going on, Van Dyke grabs Howdy by the head of hair! He STABS Howdy in the head with his ball point pen! STAB! STAB! STAB! STAB!! Captain Howdy falls to the concrete with his face starting to bleed heavily! Franks: Daz Van Dyke just stabbed Captain Howdy repeatedly with his pen! This was all a set-up! Quadros: Ha ha ha! A puddle of blood forms around Captain Howdy’s head while Daz Van Dyke lays in the boots. He then slaps Maelstrom across the face and tries to wake him up. As Maelstrom shakes his head while standing up, DVD disappears back into the parking garage just as quickly as he appeared. Maelstrom kicks Howdy in the rib cage. Now he picks up the broken exit gate and snaps it over Howdy’s head! This match has done a complete 180 on Captain Howdy after Daz Van Dyke’s interference. Maelstrom picks the weary Howdy up onto his shoulders. Leaving the parking garage and stepping out into the night air, Maelstrom power slams Captain Howdy right onto a large decorative plant outside the WVU Coliseum. Here comes a gathering of PWA fans from around the arena to see what the hell is going on! Hammerfist Security holds back the crowd before they go wild! Franks: This is starting to get out of hand, Ray. Quadros: We need more Daz Van Dyke. He made the biggest impact in this street fight so far. With his opponent laid out on the decorative pot, Maelstrom backs up for some room. Then he runs back towards Howdy, executing a leg drop across the Captain’s exposed neck! Howdy rolls off the pot and down to the ground as the crowd yells OH! The people pick up a chant: “Maelstrom! Maelstrom! Maelstrom!” He picks up Captain Howdy and hit’s a snap suplex onto the ground. Maelstrom pushes some people out of the way, grabbing an empty bike rack and throwing it on top of Howdy. Franks: Maelstrom is calling for the end here! The Human Hellstorm runs his thumb across his throat and says this is it! He pulls away the bike rack and grabs Captain Howdy by the head. He lifts him up for the Hellstorm Rising northern lights bomb! NO! Howdy powers himself forward and lands on his feet! He catches Maelstrom from behind with a double knee back breaker called the Broken Toys! The crowd gets deflated after that. Captain Howdy clears his eyes of ink and blood while pushing back his mop of hair. He grabs Maelstrom and spins him inside out onto the concrete with a Roll the Dice neck breaker! Maelstrom looks thoroughly whooped as Referee Steve Upshaw just might call the match here. Franks: Maelstrom was in control but after a couple key moves, Captain Howdy has turned the tables. This thing looks like it’s over. Quadros: Valiant effort by the road agent, Carl, but it’s clear he might as well stay retired forever. Captain Howdy is looking to set Maelstrom up for the Playtime’s Over vertebreaker! WAIT! Out of the crowd comes a swinging purse shot that blasts Howdy upside the head! The crowd scatters as Mum Van Dyke is left holding her battle bag! She swings it around and smacks Captain Howdy upside the head again! Franks: Now Mum Van Dyke is getting involved! This is ridiculous! Quadros: Mum! Mum Van Dyke swings her purse around and threatens Captain Howdy with a beating. He warns the old lady to back off or get hurt. She responds with another purse shot! NO! Captain Howdy grabs the purse and yanks it away from her. He throws it aside and wags his finger in anger. He steps up to Mum Van Dyke to give her a piece of his mind! Wait! Here comes Maelstrom from behind! He’s running with a spear! CRASH!! OH!! The crowd inside and outside of the WVU Coliseum roars as they watch Captain Howdy dodge out of the way, allowing Maelstrom to spear Mum Van Dyke through the glass door entrance! Franks: Maelstrom killed Mum Van Dyke! Quadros: Ah! Maelstrom just realizes what he’s done as he gets up off of the unconscious Mum Van Dyke! Glass is broken everywhere and here comes Daz Van Dyke! He lashes out at Maelstrom, telling him to get the hell out of here! Captain Howdy grabs Maelstrom from behind and throws him down the street into a security bollard! Captain Howdy is stalking Maelstrom now as he pulls him up off the ground. He leads him into a back alley, bouncing the Human Hellstorm’s head off a parked ambulance. Franks: Oh this can’t be good. Captain Howdy opens the back doors of the ambulance and drags out a stretcher! Maelstrom starts to get back up but Howdy blasts him in the side of the head with an oxygen tank! That’s the end of this, Maelstrom has been knocked out cold! Captain Howdy drags Maelstrom up from the ground and sets him up with one nasty looking Dragon suplex right into the side of the ambulance! Quadros: That’s it! Dripping with blood from his head, Captain Howdy agrees. He sets up Maelstrom and spins him around…PLAYTIME’S OVER!! Vertebreaker right into the concrete sidewalk! Maelstrom’s neck is compressed in a sick fashion! Captain Howdy rolls Maelstrom onto the stretcher and latches him down. He pushes the stretcher into the ambulance, shutting the doors behind him. Captain Howdy pounds on the side of the ambulance and off goes the ambulance to a local hospital! Referee Steve Upshaw holds up Captain Howdy’s arm! Upshaw: Winner! Captain Howdy! Franks: Captain Howdy put Maelstrom away just like he did to Jostrodomus! Any plan by the Van Dyke’s has been ruined! Quadros: What a mismatch this was. Maelstrom never had a chance. A SHADOW IN THE NIGHT Written by: Blake The screen fades to black and in fades… A Dysfunction Production Followed by… Starring: Tony Field and Ashton Crowley The scene then fades into what can only be assumed to be a self-help group in a high school gymnasium. There are about ten people milling around the gymnasium, making small talk with one another and getting refreshments before the group starts in earnest. The group leader, Angela Fragosa, gets everyone’s attention to begin. Angela Fragosa: Umm…Excuse me. Everybody. If we could please take a seat, I’d like to begin tonight’s session. Just as Angela is corralling everyone into their seats, in walks Tony Field, followed closely by Ashton Crowley, who is carrying a small cooler with him. As everyone sits, they find their seats as well. Fragosa: Now, before I begin, I see that we have a couple new faces here tonight. Would you two gentlemen care to introduce yourselves and tell us why you’re here? Field glances at Crowley. Ashton Crowley: Hey man…You go first. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with me…I’m just here for the show. Field shakes his head in embarrassment. Tony Field: Hi…My name’s Tony. All: Hi Tony. Field: I guess I’m here today because…Because I’m addicted to sex and it’s ruining my marriage… The sound of a can opening interrupts Field, as everyone stares at Crowley, who has just opened a fresh beer. Crowley: Sorry…My bad. Fragosa: Sir…We do not allow alcoholic beverages in here. I must ask you to dispose of that beer. Crowley: Don’t get your panties in a twist lady…Y’all are perverts, not alcoholics. Anyway…Continue, Tony. Field again shakes his head at Crowley before continuing. Field: As I was saying…My addiction to sex has made it very difficult to remain faithful to my wife. Crowley lets out a loud chuckle. Crowley: I’ll say! Fragosa: Sir! Please…Allow Tony to finish. Field: No…It’s fine. That’s all I had. With that, all eyes turn to Ash who is mid-sip of his beer. He pauses and glances around the room at everyone staring at him. Fragosa: And you, sir? Crowley: Me? No…I ain’t a pervert…I’m just here supportin’ one. Fragosa: Sir! Crowley: What?! I am! That ain’t a crime, is it? It’s not like I held a circle jerk in public or anything! Fragosa: Sir! I must insist that you refrain from using these slurs! Please…Either introduce yourself or leave! Crowley: Fine…Fine. My name is Ash… All: Hi Ash. Crowley: And I’m completely normal. Hey…Why the fuck don’t they get yelled at for interrupting me?? Fragosa just ignores Crowley and turns to one of the other members. He was a mousey looking man in his 30s that looked like he hadn’t had a date in his life. Balding and wearing thick glasses, he slowly began. Fragosa: Now, Frank. When we left off last time, you were telling us about your progress? Frank: Yeah. As you all know…I’m a chronic masturbator… Crowley lets out a snort, spitting out his beer. He leans over and whispers loudly to Field… Crowley: I wasn’t aware that was a problem. Field suppresses a snicker, as Fragosa glares at Crowley. Fragosa: Mr. Crowley…Is there something the matter? Crowley: Naw…Not at all. I’m just sayin’…I wasn’t aware that too much pullin’ the pud was a problem. I mean, Frankie…If it’s chaffing you’re havin’ a problem with, there’s some great lube out there for ya to use…It’s pretty damn cheap too. Fragosa: Mr. Crowley! By this point, Field is trying to suppress his laughter so much that his face has turned bright red. Crowley: What?? I’m just tryin’ to help a brother out! Ain’t nothin’ worse than chaffed cock ‘n balls! Fragosa turns back to Frank. Fragosa: Frank. Please continue. Frank: Well. This week, I haven’t masturbated more than twice in a day… Crowley: Cuttin’ down to twice a day is an accomplishment? Christ man! How much were ya doin’ before?? Fragosa: Mr. Crowley! If you don’t have anything constructive to add, please leave! Otherwise, BE QUIET! Please…Continue, Frank. Frank: Anyway. I haven’t mastur… Crowley: Sorry…I’ll be quiet. Fragosa glares at Crowley, but refrains from commenting. Frank: Like I was saying…I haven’t mastur… Another beer can is heard being cracked open. Fragosa: Mr. Crowley! Crowley: Christ! What now? You pissed ‘cause I didn’t offer you one? Here…Have one! Crowley tosses a beer across the room at Fragosa. Not ready for it, she shields herself instead of attempting to catch it. The beer misses her completely, hitting the floor and spraying her and the two people surrounding her. Fragosa: GET OUT!! She points towards the door, fuming at Crowley. Crowley: Hey…Sorry! Sorry…I can’t leave. I’m supportin’ Tony here. Sorry…I’ll be quiet. Fragosa: Fine…Not a word. Crowley: Promise…Not a word. Fragosa: Thank you. Now, Frank…Would you like to continue? Frank; Thanks Ang…Anyway, like I was saying… Crowley: Ya won’t even know I’m here. Fragosa glares at Crowley, but says nothing. Frank: …I haven’t masturbated for… Crowley: I’ll be like a shadow. Again, Fragosa glares at Crowley, but allows Frank to continue. Frank: …I haven’t masturbated more than twice in a day for… Crowley: Like a shadow…….In the night! Frank: …for at least three weeks now… Crowley: That’s me…I’m a shadow in the night. Fragosa: WOULD YOU PLEASE SHUT UP?!? Everyone looks a bit taken aback by her outburst, as Crowley and Field quietly chuckle to themselves. Fragosa: Mr. Crowley…I have put up with this for long enough! Would you kindly leave...Now! Crowley: Hey! You can’t kick me out! My friend’s got a serious problem! Fragosa: Leave now…Or I call the police. Crowley: Fine! I’ll be outside…In the parking lot…With my beer. I don’t need to be in this group anyway! I don’t need a group to entertain me with sexual deviance…I’ve got porn for that! Crowley picks his cooler up and stomps out of the room as the scene fades. PWA LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP Natalie Snow vs. Cross Recoba © Written by: Andrew PREVIEW: Natalie Snow etched her name in PWA history when she took home the Light Heavyweight gold at Violation 64. Her title reign didn’t last long as Cross Recoba stated his case by challenging Natalie to a match after he took his frustration out on her twin sister, Nadia. Recoba then reclaimed the Light Heavyweight gold at Mob Rules 2, one year after he pulled off the same feat at Mob Rules 1. In a rematch, Natalie Snow looks to make Recoba’s title reign just as short as hers. Will the former backstage interviewer take home the gold? Or will the Man Worth 1,000 Bullets aim and strike true? (A shot of an imposing circular dome of steel known appears on the screen; and as it's shown hanging over the ring as the ring announcer begins to annouce the next contest that is scheduled to take place...) Freddy Ferdinand: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is for the PWA World Light Heavyweight Championship, and will be fought inside the steel structure known as the THUNDERDOME!!! There are no disqualifications or countouts, and the match can only be won when a competitor's designated "terminator" throws in the towel to indicate that their charge can no longer continue. Franks: Well, Natalie Snow and Cross Recoba have developed a rather intense dislike for one another throughout the course of the past few weeks, and these feelings of hatred that they have for one another are about to reach their climax as they prepare to face one another in this federation's very first Thunderdome match! Quadros: Well, I hope that Natalie was able to achieve some sort of climax in the days she spent with Terminus prior to this encounter, because something tells me that once this match has been concluded, she won't be in any condition to do so at any point in the future! Franks: Well, the same could be said of Cross, and let's not forget how dangerous Natalaie can be inside the quared circle, especially given the fact that she hasn't forgotten nor forgiven Cross for assaulting her sister Nadia in roder to secure the title shot at Mob Rules II, nor for the fact that he selected her twin to be her teminator in the hopes of playing upon the issues she's had with mental illness in the past! Quadros: And Cross hasn't forgotten Natalie's subsequent assault at Violation 65, or forgiven her for selcting Lillian Walker to be his terminator in this match, at a point when her mental state is questionable as well. Make no mistake, he is very angry at Natalie Snow... And given how dangerous he is both in and out of the ring, angering cross Recoba is NOT something you ever want to do! Franks: Well, we'll see who is able to express their anger more effectively in this match, I guess. Let's get down to the ring! (The opening strains of Santana's "Black Magic Woman" begin to play over the PA system, and the crowd rises to to their feet and bursts into cheers as the arena lights grow dim, and a single snowflake symbol appears on the screen of the PWA-Tron overhead. As soon as the first notes of the main guitar line kick in, a single burst of white pyro shoots up from the ramp, heralding the arrival of Natalie, who is shown twirling a set of stilleto heeled shoes in her hand and her twin sister Nadia, who is carrying a large red and black hand bag that matches Natalie's outfit.) Ferdinand: Introducing first...Accompanied to the ring by her sister and terminator, Nadia...She hails from Halifax, Nova Scotia, by way of Brandenburg, Kentucky, and weighed in tonight at 125 lbs...She is the former PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion...The challenger...Natalie Snow!!! (Natalie acknowledges the cheers with a wide grin and impressed nod of the head, and and then sashays toward the ring along with her sister, giving members of the crowd a friendly wave as they shout words of encouragement. Nadia gives her sister a quick hug and some final words of encouragement before handing her the purse that she's been carrying, and then watches with a smile on her face as her twin vaults up so that she's in split-legged position on the top rope, and then backflips off into the ring with a flourish, before crouching in the corner and staring out toward the entrance to await the arrival of her opponent.) Ferdinand: And now, her opponent... ("State of Love and Trust” by begins to play as the crowd rises to its feet to give the PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion a loud mixture of cheer, which are matched. Out steps Cross Recoba with the Championship belt around his waist, with the lovely Lillian Walker walking by his side. Dressed in his usual black tights, taped knuckles, and a crucifix hanging from his neck, Cross Recoba sneers in the direction of Mrs. Snow, who levels an icy glare in return.) Ferdiand: Accompanied to the ring by his terminator, Lillian Walker...He hails from Las Vegas, and weighed in at 230lbs on the dot...He is the two time and current PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion...Making the first defense of his second reign....The Man Worth 1000 Bullets...Cross Recoba!!! (As he’s coming down towards ringside and then slides under the bottom rope, he points towards Nadia and smiles, almost plasantly toward Nadia, and tells her to enjoy the show. Cross then turns to Lillian and says something to her that compels her to nod her head as hands the large tote bag that she's been carrying to him she makes her way toward her boyfriend's corner. Cross and Natalie continue to stare at one another with hatred in their eyes as they begin to hurl insults and threats as they wait in their resective corners.) *CROWD VOLUME INCREASES IN ANTICIAPTION OF THE MATCH!* (While this is taking place every other set of eyes in the arena turn upward to watch as the steel dome is lowered over the ring. As soon as referee Pierre French is satisfied that everything is in place, he turns to the timekeeper and signals for the opening bell to signal the start of the match!) *DING! DING! * (At the sound of the opneing bell, Cross strides to ring center and with a nasty sneer flickering across his lips, motions for his challenger to come forward and do her worst . Natalie appears to be happy to oblige as she steps toward him and launches a graceful Flying Butterfly Kick aimed at her rival's head. Recoba manages to avoid being clipped in the face by Snow's foot, but realizes too late that this kick was thrown to set up the Spinning Legsweep that follows and winds up being deposited onto the mat as a result. Natalie takes a moment to measure her rival and then proceeds to fire a wicked looking Chick Kick at the jaw of her nemesis just as he begins to rise off the mat! WAIT! Cross catches Nat's leg in mid-air and then deposits her onto the canvas with a slick back heel trip. Before she can react, he then leaps into the air and drops a knee onto her leg, smirking as he listens to her cry out in anguish!) Franks: Well, this match is starting out in much the same way as the first match did, with Natalie firing away with kicks to start the contest, and Cross targeting her legs to limit her mobility! Quadros: Yep. Second verse, same as the first. And we both know that the result will be the same as the first match, don't we? (The champion's smirk transforms into a full-fledged grin as he wrenches her leg around his knee and this cruel smile grows even wider as he casually shrugs off Natalie's attempt to reach up and rake at his eyes by simply shoving her down with a dismissive pie-face that causes her to flop onto her back. Cross then stands up and pins her leg to the mat with the sole of his boot before stomping down hard onto her knee, causing Natalie to moan in pain as she rolls around on the canvas and clutches her knee. Recoba looks quite pleased with himself as he strolls toward his downed opponent, grabs her leg, and then begins to turn her over into an Elevated Single Leg Crab. However, Natalie appears to have anticiapted that this tactic might be used, because just as her rolls her onto her chest, she whips her free leg over her back into a nasty Scorpion Kick that drives the sole of her foot directly into her rival's face!) Franks: What a kick by Natalie! You know, in all the time that we worked with her, did you ever suspect that she was capable of performing such an acrobatic feat? Quadros: No...I certainly didn't. Kind of makes me regret the fact that I didn't ask her out when I had the chance... Franks: Like you would have had any chance of dating her, Ray. Quadros: Hey...she went out with Johnny Red for a little while, didn't she? Franks: True...for about as long as the minute that it it took her to realize that he was a lost cause. And I think it would taken her even less time to realize that in your case, Ray. Quadros: Whatever. (Recoba's head snaps back and he stumbles backward, only to stare at his rival in anger and charge at her with a Running Yakuza Kick as she begins to struggle off the canvas! NO! Natalie beats him to the punch, or kick in this case with a Basement Dropkick to the knee that causes Cross to crash to the mat and hold his leg in agony! Now it's Snow's turn to break out into a smile as she watches Cross clutch his knee as he lies on the mat, and she doesn't waste a moment in repaying the treatment she received earlier as she grabs his wounded limb and pins it to the ground with her foot before leaping up and stomping down hard with both feet onto the leg! Recoba yells out in pain, and his misery is made that much worse when his rival pulls him by the injured leg toward the ropes, drapes the limb across the bottom cable, and then leaps up into a spectacular Standing Shooting Star Senton onto the limb!) Franks: Ouch! Natalie has found a way to turn the tables on Cross and is now targeting HIS leg in a very impressive and innovative fashion! (Cross's face is an ashen shade of pale as he clucthes his leg, and Natalie nods and smiles down at her twin as she latches onto the limb once more before applying a Spinning Toehold, which is quickly converted into a Figure Four Leglock! Nadia applauds and cheers her sister on at ringside as she watches Natalie rock back and forth on the hold in an effort to inflict as much pain as she possible can! Recoba's face becomes pale as a result of the pain that he's feeling, but he shakes his head and mouths the words "Not even close, love" when he notices Lillian is giving him an apprehensive stare. Instead, he grunts with exertion as he slowly rolls Natalie onto her stomach to reverse the pressure on the hold, causing her to scream out in pain as she desperately tries to release the hold. However, Cross isn't about to let her escape from his clutches that easily and keeps her legs trapped between his as he rises to his feet and lifts her up a modified Sharpshooter!) *NICE REVERSAL POP!* (Now it's Natalie's turn to fight through the pain that she's feeling, and with a desperate look in her eyes she stares at her twin, shakes her head, and cries "Don't even think about it, sis!". Nadia takes a deep breath and nods her head as she watches her twin claw her way toward the ropes, and slowly begins to inch ever closer. to ..at least until Recoba spins around and stops her progress by transitioning into a Deathlock STF! Recoba cranks up the pressure on the hold while he stares down at Nadia Snow and advises her that she can end this any time she wants. Nadia responds by telling Cross where he can go and how to get there; Cross simply smiles and says "You're sister will be going there first, dear Nadia" as he pulls her up off the mat by the arms into a Standing Surfboard. For a moment, it appears as though he's going to drive her into the mat with his vaunted Curb Stomp...But decides instead to fall backward and lets hang Natalie hang helplessly in the air for a moment before he flips he backward with a Surfboard Driver that causes her to crash head first to the mat!) Quadros: Dammmmnnnn!!! Cross continues to impress me, not only with his athletic ability and charism, but also with just how ruthless he can be inside the ring! (Nadia gasps and looks on in horror as she watches her sister lie twitching on the mat, whimpering in pain as she holds the back of her head. Cross isn't nearly as concerned about the condition of his opponent, however, and breaks out into a nasty grin as he pulls her off the mat by the hair and then buries a knee into the gut to double her over before he cinches in a headlock and takes her over into a lighting fast Snap Suplex! Keeping a hold of the headlock, Recoba rolls her back to her feet and takes her over into a second Snap Suplex, and then pulls her up once again and hoists her off the mat and before driving her down hard onto her back as he sits out into a Snap Falcon Arrow! Natalie lies gasping and wheezing on the mat with her back arched in pain, and Cross' cruel grin grows even wider as he hauls her off the mat before taking her over into a brutal Side Suplex that causes Snow to crash onto her head and shoulders once again!) Franks: This is staring to get hard to watch! We've both seen Natalie keep fighting in the face of severe adversity in the past, but you have to wonder just how many times she can be dropped on her head before her body gives out! Quadros: Oh, probably quite a few times, because honestly, I've always thought that there wasn't a heck of a lot going on up there inside her head anyway! (Recoba then proceeds to stroll over to where Snow lies and then pulls her back up by the hair before applying a Dragon Sleeper! Natalie desperately attempts to reach out toward the ropes, but Cross calmly pulls her back toward the center of the ring and then stares down at Nadia and advises her to listen to what the crowd is saying about the situation that's taking place inside the ring. Indeed, members of the crowd are starting to plead with Nadia to stop the carnage and chanting "Stop The Match!" and "Throw the Towel!; but even though concern is clearly apparent on her features, the other Snow Twin doesn't make any move to raises the towel in her hand, and simply shouts support to Natalie and urges her to keep fighting. Recoba shrugs and tells her that her sister's blood is now on her hands as he proceeds to lift her up and over, looking to take her over into the Osaka Stunner that he calls the Skim! NO!! Somehow, Natalie is able to find it in herself to counter as she grabs him on the way down and snaps him across her knees with a modified Lung Blower!) *COUNTER OUT OF NOWHERE POP! * (Both competitors are down following that last exchange; Cross lies on the mat with his back arched in pain, but a still-groggy Natalie appears to be in worse shape as she drags herself up off the mat only to collapse onto on her face near the ropes when her legs give out from under her. Eventually, Recoba is able to rise and makes her way toward his rival with a look of anger upon his features just as she begins to pull herself off the mat once more , and then bounces off the ropes toward her, looking to decapitate her with a Running Lariat! WHOA! Incredibly, Natalie is able the arch backward into a Matrix to avoid this strike, and then in one fluid motion proceeds to perform a handstand and grab the champion's head between her legs just as he turns around, before peforming a Spinning Headscissors Takedown that sends Recoba sprawling to the mat! More disoriented than hurt, Cross quickly rises off the mat...just in time to be met with a Standing Dropsault to the face that sends him crashing down against the bottom turnbuckle of the nearest corner with a glassy-eyed expression on his face!) Franks: Nice flurry of moves by Natalie Snow to swing the momentum of the match back in her favor, and she's left Cross in a very comprmising position at the moment! Quadros: Yep, and from what I've heard, she really does enjoy putting men into those types of situations! (As Lillian looks on with a concerned expression on her face, Natalie proceeds to unleash a wild battle cry, much to the delight of the crowd as she races forward into a Running Ole Kick that clocks Cross in the face. The challenger then proceeds to add to his misery by scraping the sole of her foot across his face a few times, and then follows up these strikes by applying a Corner Foot Choke hurling curses at him all the while! After a couple of moments, Natalie notices that the bag that Cross brought to the ring is lying nearby, and ceases her assault as she peers inside the bag and smiles, before reaching inside and pulling out a steel chair. Snow then props the steel chair against the face of her stricken nemesis and then to back up to the other side of the ring before sprinting forward and leaping high into a Hestitation Dropkick that drives the steel chair into Recoba's face!) *THUNK!* Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!! (Natalie then proceeds to pull her rival up by the hair and doubles him over with a kick to the face before nailing him with a nasty Snap Legsweep DDT! She then scales to the top rope, and points at Lillian and advises her that if she doesn't stop the match, she'll have to stand there and watch her keep jumping on top of her boy toy until there's nothing left of him to love! After making that comment, Natalie then leaps off the top rope and flips backward once...and then twice...into the Double Rotation Moonsault that she calls THE SNOW FALL! WAIT! OH NO! Somehow, Cross was able to reach out and grab the chair that was nearby and lifts it up so that Natalie crashes chest-first against the exposed steel! Lillian lets out a sigh of relief, while Nadia shrieks in horror as she watches Natalie crumple off the chair to the canvas and lies there gasps for breath in a desperate attempt to regain the wind that has just been knocked out of her!) Franks: Oh, Natalie Snow went for it all with that attempt at nailing Cross with the Snowfall, but Cross made her pay a serious price for taking such a dangerous risk! Quadros: Yeah, and judging by that look on his face, Cross is going to keep making Natalie pay for this mistake until such time as her sister is forced to call a halt to the affair! (Cross slowly drags himself back to his feet and proceeds to stare down with hatred for a moment before grabbing the chair and raising it over his head before bringing it down HARD acros the small of her back just as she climbs to her hands and knees! CRACK! Recoba then nails her again across the back with the chair! CRACK! And a third time! CRACK! A sick, sinister smile plays across his face as he then props up the chair and then turns his attention toward the coner and then methodically begins the task of tearing out the padding on the turnbuckles before he drags Natalie back to her feet and drives her back-first into the corner into the exposed steel corner with a Side Russian Legsweep! OOOH! Natalie slumps in the corner, looking dead to the world, and is in no position to defend herself when the champion pulls her out of the corner and lifts her up before driving her down chest first onto the Steel Chair with an Inverted Sky High!) Quadros: Dear God! Cross is dismantling Natalie is cruel and cretive fashion at the moment, and it may only be a matter of time before he finds the combinations of moves needed to force a stoppage to the match! (Cross takes a moment to admire his handiwork as he watches Natalie curled up in fetal position on the canvas, and then proceeds to apply a the Reverse Deathlock and stare down at a very pale Nadia Snow as he places the now badly dented chair under Natalie's face, and then proceeds to lift her up and drive her down face first into the chair with a sick-looking CURB STOMP! CRACK! Not satisfied to leave the matter at that, he then proceesds to lift her up and driver her down a SECOND Curb Stomp into the chair! CRACK! And then a THIRD! CRACK! DEAR GOD! Natalie's lips are now swollen, and blood is trickling from her lips by a cut that seems to have been opened inside her mouth, and Cross stares down at Nadia and tells her that if she doesn't stop the match right now, it's only going to get that much worse for her sister. Nadia rasies her hand to throw in the towel...but then stops and looks back into the crowd, specifically at the form of one very interested spectator who happens to be sitting in the front row!) Quadros: Terminus! What's he doing here!? I thought we had seen the very last of him at Conflict 1! Franks: Well, this is an important match for his wife, and I'm certain that he wants to support her as much as he can! Quadros: Well, if he wants to show his love to her, maybe he can convince her sister to stop the match and save her from taking any further abuse! (Nadia stares at the former PWA World Champion as if to ask for his advise on the matter, and even though his concern for his wife is apparent through his mask he responds with a simple shake of the head. Nadia takes a deep breath and nods in understanding as she lets her hand drop, and an irritated Recoba Curb Stomps Natalie into the chair one more time before turning his attention back to set of stilletto heeled shoes that she brought into the ring with her. Grabbing the pair of shoes in each hand, he then proceeds to place them so that the points are digging into Natalie's back, then proceeds to take the steel chair and swing it down hard once again, casuing the points of the shoes to dig into her spine! CRACK! Natalie moans in agony and begins to quiver as she lies face-first on the canvas, but Cross isn't done just yet as he places the chair on top of the shoes that are now lodged firmly in Natalie's back and then scales to the top of the nearest corner before flipping backward into a Moonsault Double Stomp onto the chair, causing the heels in the challenger's back to dig in even deeper! HOLY....!!!) *OH MAN THAT REALLY HAS TO SUCK SYMPATHY POP!* (Natalie's squeal of anguish can be heard throughout the stadium, and Cross stares down at Nadia and smirks as he says "If that's not enough to convince you, then maybe this will! He then props the chair against the exposed steel corner, and turns his attention to Natalie and hauls her to her feet before doubling her over with a kick to the gut and lifting her up into Powerbomb position. As the crowd cries out with a mixture of anticiaption and terror, he then races forward, looking to drive her back-first into the corner. But, somehow, someway, Natalie is able to thrwart this attempt by flipping backward into a Rana that sends Cross flying upside down against the steel turnbuckles, where he lies dangling helplessly in tree of woe position!) *BIG TIME SIGH OF RELIEF FACE POP!* (The challenger wobbles back to her feet, and her eyes grow wide with exceitement as they regain their focus as she regards the sight of her opponent in his precarious state. Grabbing her high heeled shoes, Natalie puts them on her feet and then scales the turnbuckles as quickly as her shoes and tired body will allow. After taking a moment to steady herself on the top turnbuckle, Natalie flips backward into a Moonsault Dropkick that drives the point of her shoes into his face! OH! CROSS RECOBA HAS BEEN LOVE STRUCK! Recoba's head bounces off the exposed steel turnbuckle, and he begins to slide to the canvas; Natalie, though, seems to enhoy the fact that her rival is stuck in this position, and simply pulls him back up by the legs into the Tree of Woe and crosses his legs between her own while hooking them around the top rope. Once she's satsified that he's secure, she then arches backward and reaches around the post to grab his head, thereby completing the Hanging Turnbuckle Muta Lock!) Franks: My God! Natalie is stretching the heck out of Cross with one of the most amazing and innovative submission holds that I've ever seen applied in this federation! Let's see if it's enough to convince Lillian to stop the match on her lover's behalf! (Natalie yells out to get some adrenaline as she begins to apply as much pressure as she possibly can to this submission hold, while Cross simply cries out to express the excrutiating agony that he's feeling at the moment. Now it's Nadia's turn to nod in satsifaction, and Lillian's turn to scream in horror and then pace around ringside as she tries to stymie the urge to throw in the towel. As the crowd chants "Stop The Match! and "Throw It In!" and Natalie urges Lillian to listen to the crowd while making a point to punctuate this statement by digging her nails into Cross' very bloody face! Lillian goes very pale, and her hand starts to rise..Only to drop as Walker's eyes narrow as she stares at Natalie and tells her that it's going to take a lot more than what she's doing to get her to call an end to the match.) Quadros: Way to go Lillian! People may think that I'm kind of cynical, but I'm so glad to see her showing such faith in her man's abilty to recover! It brings such joy to my heart! I really AM a romantic at heart, you know! Franks: I never would have guessed. Guess I'll just have to give you Harlequin Romance novels for christmas and birthday gifts from now on, then... (Releasing her grip on the hold, Natale pulls herself up so that she's seated on the top turnbuckle and says "Oh, there's a LOT more where that came from" before she leaps off into a Flying Bodysplash that catches Cross across the back just as he begins to rise. The champion finds himself squashes face-first into the match, and Natalie takes advanatge of the situation to stomp away at him with her stilletto heels! STOMP! To the back of the leg! STOMP! To the small of the back! STOMP! Between the shoulder blades! STOMP! And a stomp to the back of the head! Natalie then removes her shoes and places then so that the heels are just below Cross' head as she pulls him up by the hair and then yanks his arms behind his back as she applies a Reverse Deathlock. As the crowd urges her on, she lets out another war cry and then delivers her own Curb Stomp, causing Cross to land face-first against the points of her shoes!) Franks: OH, Natalie is proving to be just as ruthless and innovative as Cross has proved to be in this match, and her version of the Curb Stomp was just as violent and as brutal as the one her performed a little earlier in the match! (Natalie then makes her way toward her own corner and with a smile on her face proceeds to dump the contents out of the purse. Hmm... What to use against Cross? The can of mace that she carries around as a means of protection? Could be useful. The foot long dildo that Freya Ragnal gave her as a birthday present for those times when Evan is away from home? Well, you never know... Natalie then breaks out into a wide smile as she leans down and picks up the set of hooks that Terminus was given by his friend Thanatos...The same set of hooks that were used to such great effect against Jose Jose a few weeks ago! Twirling the hooks in her hands, she then sashays over to Cross just as he begins to rise to his feet and then proceeds to slide behind him and uses one hook to pull her opponent's head back by the nose, and then wraps the other one around his throat before taking him down with a hook assisted Hangman's Neckbreaker across the knee! OH! ) Quadros: Wow...first Terminus treats Jose Jose like the catch of the day and now Natalie uses those hooks just as effectively as her husband did. I guess they're both of the opinion that the couple that slays together stays together, aren't they? (A teary-eyed Lillian puts her hands over her mouth to stifle her cry of sorrow, anger and fear, while a wide-eyed Terminus and an even wider-eyed Nadia exchange startled, impressed glances with one another. The official shakes his head in disbelief, and then checks on the condition of Cross to make certain he's still breathing, but Natalie doesn't seem to care either way as she proceeds to make her way toward the nearest corner and then vaults up to the apron, smiling as she prepares to nail Cross with one of her trademark high risk maneuvers! However, her smile disappears as she watches as Lillian Walker decides to take matters into her own hands as she makes her way over to where her still stunned sister is standing, snatches the towel out of her hands and then tosses it into the ring! ) *WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON CONFUSION POP!* (As Lillian desperately tries to get the attention of the ref so that she can direct his attention to the towel in the ring, a very livid Nadia storms toward her and snatches the towel in Walker's hand away from her and then tosses that piece of fabric into the ring as well! By this time, Pierre French has turned his attention away from Cross, and stops dead when he sees both towels in the ring at the same time! He then stares out at the two women, who immediately point at one another while claiming that the other terminated decided to end the match to save their charge from further abuse! French then shakes his head and mouths the words "Sacre Blue!" as he thinks for a moment about what to do and then proceeds to pick the two towels up and hand them back to the two women while advising them that if they want to stop the match at this point they can feel free to do so. Neither lady seems willing to take him up on this offer, which causes French to simply shrug his shoulders and advises the two ladies that the match will continue!) Quadros: Damn that One-yed referee! If only he had turned around a bit earlier, he would have seen that Natalie's towel had been thrown into the ring before Cross' was! Franks: Yeah, and he would have also noticed that Nadia wasn't the one who threw in the towel, too.. Quadros: ...True. Oh well, no harm, no towel, then. Ha Ha! Get it? Franks: Oy vey. (Natalie had been watching this scene play out before her eyes with a mixture of anxiety and bemusement upon her face, but now her expression transforms into one of determination as she realizes that the match has yet to end. So, she decides to do her best to bring about a conclusion and stares down at Cross with a predatory glint in her eye as he begins to rise off the mat; as soon as he's upright, she leaps off the top rope into the 720 DDT that she calls the Cold Snap! NO! Somehow, Cross is able to leap up and grab her mid flight before spiking her face first to the mat with his Inverted Bulldog! Natalie moans in agony and clutches her face, and Recoba takes a moment to collect his wits before breaking out into an evil grin as he grabs the can of mace that she dumped from her purse and then waits for her to struggle to her feet before spraying it directly into her face as she turns to face him!) *NO GOOD CAN COME OF THIS HEEL POP!* (The challenger screams out in fear and anguish, and desperately begins to lash out wildly with punches in kicks that don't close to connecting due to her blinded state. Cross smirks as he watches her flail about for a moment, before cutting short her struggles by leaping onto the top rope and nailing her with a Turnaround Springboard Dropkick to the back of the head. Natalie is knocked onto her face once more, and Recoba makes his way over to the tote bag and dumps out its contents before picking up a steel wire from the the mat! He then makes his way over to where she lies and wraps it around her throat as he brdiges back into a garrote-assisted OFFER YOU CAN"T REFUSE!) Quadros: THIS IS IT! Franks: IT HAS TO BE IT! STOP THE MATCH, NADIA! STOP THE MATCH! CROSS IS GOING TO HURT YOUR SISTER WITH THIS MOVE AND HE'S GOING TO HURT YOU VERY BADLY! (Natalie's strangled cries resonate throughout the arena, and Terminus looks on with concern and fear for her safety appearent through her mask, while her twin sister is now in tears as she watches her struggle to claw her way toward the ropes. Recoba arches back even higger in the brigde, bending her neck back into a disgusting angle, all the while yelling out to Nadia to stop the match or watch her sister's career and perhaps life be ended before her eyes! After a few seconds, Nadia raises the towel to throw it in...but in that moment, Natalie manages to grab onto an ice pick that was dumped from Recoba's tote bag and JABS it into his side, causing him to yelp in pain as he releases the hold!) *IT WASN'T PRETTY BUT IT GOT THE JOB DONE FACE POP!* (Cross grimaces as he grabs his side, but the look of pain is replaced by one of pure rage as he watches his arch-nemesis struggle up to her hands and knees. Maneuvering behind her, Recoba pulls the wire around her throat once more, but this time he lifts her up off the mat and twists her into position so that he can drop down into a wire-assisted Rude Awakening Neckbreaker! WAIT! ARE YOU KIDDING!? Operating on pure instint, Natalie proceeds to counter by hooking her arms around her rival's and then pulls him down into a Backslide Driver that leaves him glassy eyed after being spiked head-first to the mat! Natalie then charges toward him as he pulls himself up to his knees and nails him with a Shining Enzuigiri that causes him to pitch forward onto his face! Natalie then proceeds to take the dented chair and place it across her rival's head, before unleasing another battle cry as she propels herself into a Standing 360 Shooting Star Legdrop that drives the chair into the back of her rival's head! OH!) Franks: I can't believe this! What a match! Natalie is now in control when it seemed that she was on the verge of defeat only a few moments earlier! (Natalie takes a moment to regain her wind, and then stares down at the items that are strewn about the ring before focusing upon the box of thumb tacks that are contained with them before spilling them across the canvas! Snow then breaks out into a nasty grin as she hauls Cross back to his feet, and then flings herself into the Handspring Tornado DDT known as the Frostbite! NO! Cross catches her over his shoulder in mid-air and then proceeds to driver her back-first into the tacks with a Running Powerslam! OHHHHHHH!!!!) Quadros: And now Cross regains control of this match, and turns Natalie into a pin-cushion in the process! What a war! (Natalie lets out a blood-curdling scream as she lies quivering on the mat, with her back arched in pain and scores of tacks stuck in her body, and her misery is compounded when Cross drags her back to her feet once more and drives her back down to the canvas with a thunderous Ranhei!!! The challenger lies folded in half, with even more tacks stuck inside her, and his state of misery is made that much worse when Cross lifts her up by the legs and applies the Styles Clash Crab known as GARABALDI'S GUILLOTINE, , forcing Natalie's face and chest into the tacks as cranks up the pressure on the submission hold!) Crowd, split in half over whether Nadia should end the match: "NATALIE!" "THROW IT IN!" "NATALIE!" "THROW IT IN!" "NATALIE!" "THROW IT IN!" (Nadia appears to be just about ready to throw in the towel, but Natalie looks at her with desperation in her eyes and screams "NO!" as she struggles to resist this hold as best she can. Nadia lets her hand drop once more, causing an expression of disbelief and disgust to appear on Recoba's face as he realizes that he's going to have to do something else to secure the win. To that end, he releases his grip on the hold and then then proceeds to hauls Natalie back to her feet, before lifting her into the Butterfly Backbreaker that he calls Cosa Nostra! Natalie screams out in pain once more, but Cross isn't content to leave it at that as he pulls her to her feet again and then hooks in the 3/4s facelock before running up the corner and so that he can nail her with the SICILIAN TYPEWRITER! NO! Amazingly, Natalie is able to counter this move into an Stunner that snaps Cross's head across her shoulder!) Crowd: THIS MATCH RULES! THIS MATCH RULES! THIS MATCH RULES! (Cross lies on the mat, rubbing his chin and jaw, while Natalie pulls herself back to her feet using the ropes and watches through narrow eyes as she struggles to his feet before she leap onto the top rope and sails off into the Cold Snap 720 DDT that spikes Cross face first into the tacks just as he rises off the mat! Natalie climbs up and breaks out into a slight grin as she notes the look of concern and horror on Lillian's face as she watches her boyfriend twitch on the canvas! Natalie then clims to her feet and waits for Cross to struggle off the mat once more before she propels herself off the ropes into a Satellite Headscissors, and then tries to chain from this move into a the Hanging Spider Twist that she calls the SNOWSTORM! NO! Cross is somehow able to counter by converting the attempt into a fireman's carry, before dropping her into a Gutbuster that leaves Natalie curled up in fetal position on the mat!) Franks: What is it going to take one of these two competitors to win this match!? Quadros: I don't know, but I think we're soon gonna find out because judging from the look on his face, he wants to bring an end to this match sooner rather than later! (Recoba stares down at Natalie with a murderous expression on his face as he grabs a baseball bat and as the crowd and Nadia shriek in horror proceeds to raise it over his head and brings it down hard toward his opponent! NO! Somehow, Natalie senses the attack coming and rolls out of the way! Undeterred, Cross swings for the fences again...Dodged at the last moment as Natalie desperately scrambles to her feet and backpedals as she tries to think of escape from this most precarious of situations! To that end, she climbs to the top rope, and then onto the cage in order to avoid the Recoba's next attack! With the bat still in his hand, Cross climbs up after her and the two ascend toward the top of the cage with a speed borne of fear and adrenaline!) Franks: Natalie is doing everything in her power to try and avoid the clutches of Recoba! Quadros: Well, she's approaching the top of the cage, which we all know is electrified, and that means that he's probably going to catch up with her soon. And something tells me that whatever happens after that isn't going to be the least bit pretty to watch! (Snow kicks down at Cross to try and knock him off the cage but the champion accepts the blow without flinching and continues to foce her to climb higher toward the electrifed portion of the structure. Another kick from Natalie, and this one manages to knock the bat from his hands, but Recoba isn't at all discouraged as he catches up to her and grabs her around the waist as he hooks his legs around the steel and prepares to Spider Suplex her off the cage! WAIT! Back elbow from Natalie and that snaps back his head, allowing her to throw her head back with a Reverse Headbutt that causes Recoba to lose his grip on the cage for a split second befoe he grabs hold once more! Not wasting a split second, Snow then kicks out with both her feet and manages to connect with his chest, causing Cross to be pushed upward into the electrified potion of the cage!) *BZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!* Quadros and Franks: OH MY GOD! (The champion's body stiffens as electricity surges through his body before he plummets down to the thumbtack covered mat below! Evan Natalie looks stunned and horrifed at what just occurred, but she quickly collects herself and then pushes herself off the cage and sails through the air, flipping backward a couple of times into the SNOWFALL! THUMP! It connects flush against the convulsing form of her opponent! "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" A badly bruised and beaten Natalie looks to be in roug shape, but she's still clearly better off than her opponent, and takes advanatge of this fact by rolling him over into the thumbtacks as she applies the Spider Twist known as the SNOWSTORM!) *FINISHER POP!* Franks: She's got it locked in! This could be it! Quadros: But she has to convince Lillian to throw in the towel, and if Walker can stand the sight of her lover falling a good ten to twelve feet, after being electrocuted, it's going to have to take something truly dramtaic to make her end the match! (As Natalie cranks up the pressure on this choke, she stares at Lillian and begs her to throw in the towel! NO! Lillian shakes her head in refusal even as she bursts into tears again! Natalie Snow reaches out and grabs one of her shoes and then STABS Cross in the face with it! "Please, Lillian!" NO! She still won't throw it in! STAB! PLEASE!" STAB" COME ON, LILLIAN! The challenger takes a deep breath with tears of her own streaming down her face proceeds to grind the point of the shoes heel into her rival's eye ash she continues to apply the Snowstorm...!!! GRIND! GRIND! GRIND! This action causes Cross to emit a blood -curdling cry... It causes Terminus and Nadia to go wide eyed as they watchfrom ringside And It FINALLY compels a weeping Lillian to fling the towel into the ring to stop her boyfriend from sustaining any more abuse!!!!) *DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! * *GIGANTIC FACE POP!* Ferdinand: Here is your winner of the contest...and NEW PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion........ NATALIE SNOW!!!!!! (Natalie releases the grip on the hold and flops down to the mat, cradling the Light Heavyweight Champinship belt that French hands to her to her chest! Pretty soon, she's hugging Nadia Snow and Terminus as well as they enter the ring while Lillian and the official check on the condition of Recoba! Natalie sits up for a moment and smiles weakly as she accepts the words of congratulations that Nadia and her husband offer, before going glassy eyed and fainting dead away in their arms with that faint smile still on her lips as the crowd chants her name and rises to their feet to applaud the absolute war that they've witnessed!) Quadros: How in the hell was Natalie able to win that match!? I'm still in shock! Franks: Well, whether you want to attribute to her heart and skill, or just put it down as a case of dumb luck.... Quadros: I'll go with the option 2. Franks:...The fact is that Natalie Snow has given an inpsired and inspiring performance and has not only managed to exact some revenge upon Recoba, but becomes the PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion for the second time in her career! And she did it in a match that won't be forgotten by those who witnessed it for quite some time to come. We'll be right back with MORE action following this word from our sponsers. WHAT DO I DO? Written by: Okori As Nighthawk sits in one of the rows of seats at the front of the WVU Coliseum where he will be defending his PWA World Heavyweight Title in a 4-corners elimination match he smirks and looks down at his belt, kissing it as he does so. Clad in a black leather jacket, a black PWA Wrestle Factory t-shirt, and blue work boots, the “Wrestling Machine” leans back holding the belt. Nighthawk: “I could talk to you chapter and verse about how I own one of my opponents, but Jake Keeton already does that. I could brag with skill honed from years of doing it that I have already been crowned the World Heavyweight Champion, and that my victory is nothing more than a fait accompli, but Chris Michaels does that. I could even have been made to believe that I am a knight saving PWA from its own evils, but Omar Owens does that. So what do I do you ask? Easy. I wrestle. And I win. See you in the ring.” PREMIERE CHAMPIONSHIP - King’s Road Challenge - Va’aiga vs. Freddy Fandango © Written by: Will PREVIEW: Everybody and their mother claimed to be the #1 Contender to the Premiere Championship. Everybody forgot one man: the loud mouth Maori Badass. The 350-pound Va’aiga has hit his stride over the past two months, earning victories over some of PWA’s up and comers. But Freddy Fandango could be the hottest up and comer in the promotion right now. Surprising all when he rolled through the Premiere Tournament to grab the title, Fandango has not looked back since. In a re-match from Violation 64, this match should prove to be a heavy hitting affair. Franks: Well coming up next, Quadros, is the King's Road Challenge for the Premiere Title. How do you see this one going? Quadros: Freddy Fandango will do anything in his power to keep hold of that belt. He's going to have to show all of that to stop the charging rhino that is Va'aiga. But I think he will show that ability yet again. The familiar chanting of the Boo-Yaa tribe starts up and the crowd hushes down, ready to cheer the entrance of The Maori Badass... Boo Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa, Boo Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa, Boo Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa, Boo Yaa Yaa Yaa BOO-YAA! ...and on the first forceful “BOO-YAA!” of “All Mighty Boo-Yaa” Va'aiga steps through the entrance gate and begins throwing that familiar combination. Omar Owens appears at the side of The Maori and as Va'aiga throws the Shaka Sign, O2 points to him with both arms and the crowd erupts with a raucous chorus of “BOO-YAH!” Va'aiga starts a slow walk down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans on his way towards the ring. The Maori Badass rolls between the ring ropes and waits. Va'aiga stands in the ring, against the ropes on the far side of the ring from the entrance ramp and fixes a glare up at the gate. The camera pans back, following The Maori's gaze to reveal that a red curtain now hangs over the entrance gate. The strains of “Do You Want To” by Franz Ferdinand sound round the arena as the Tron video plays an old fashioned movie countdown. 10... “When I woke up tonight” NINE... 8... “I said I'm gonna make somebody love me” 7... SIX... “I'm gonna make somebody love me” 5... 4... “And now I know now I know now I know” 3... 2... “I know that it's you!” 1... “YOU'RE SO LUCKY LUCKY LUCKY!” And the red curtain falls away to reveal a white screen, Freddy Fandango posing behind it with the Preimere Championship belt with the distinctive form of Cross Recoba standing beside him. Flanking the pair of them are a host of other figures and as the screen falls away to reveal the 21st Century Rat Pack, the host of extremely beautiful models, both male and female are revealed and they fan out and form an honour guard down the entrance ramp. The models applaud as Freddy walks to the ring, holding his belt high for the crowd and the glaring Maori in the ring to see, And Freddy rolls under the bottom rope and climbs a turnbuckle, holding the belt high in his hands and accepting the glare of thousands of flashbulbs from the crowd. Quadros: Wow, Freddy Fandango REALLY knows how to make an entrance. Franks: It's a big occasion. And Freddy Fandango lives for big occasions. The other Double F in the building, Freddy Ferdinand holds his microphone to his mouth and begins the introductions, Ferdinand: The following match is a King's Road Challenge for the Premiere Championship. The match is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit. Introducing first, the challenger. He is accompanied tonight by Omar Owens. He weighed in tonight at three hundred and fifty pounds, one hundred and fifty-eight and three-quarters kilograms. He fights out of Sunnyvale, Califorina and hails originally from Rotorua, New Zealand. He is known worldwide as 'THE MAAAAAORI BAAADAAAS” VAAAAAAAA'IIIINNNGAAAAA! Va'aiga throws the Shaka sign high as a shower of red, black and white streamers fill the ring. Va'aiga sheds his ring robes and hands them down to a ring assistant as his fellow assistants scrabble round to clear up at least some of the streamers before the next volley. Freddy Ferdinand starts his introductions for the champion. Ferdinand: And introducing his opponent. He is accompanied tonight by Cross Recoba. He weighs in tonight at two hundred and twenty-five pounds, one hundred and two kilograms. He fights out of Miami, Florida. He is the reigning UNDEFEATED, UNDISPUTED PREMIERE CHAMPION. Ladies and gentlemen, THIS IS FREEEEEEEEEEEEDY FAANDAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNGO!” Another hail of streamers fills the ring, this time blue and gold as Freddy Fandango strikes a pose in mid ring. Again there is a furious scramble to clear the ring as the two men stare each other out. The Maori Badass walks to ring centre and extends his arm and Fandango saunters forwards and confidently shakes Va'aiga's hand. Both men back off a couple of steps and the bell sounds to start the match. DINGDINGDING! Franks: Here we go. The Premiere Title is on the line and this should be a hell of a match up. Quadros: It's another High Stakes match, Franks. Walking forward into the middle of the ring , Va'aiga stands ready, waiting for Freddy Fandango to make a move. Fandango closes the distance and lashes out a vicious kick to Va'aiga's thigh. The Maori responds by shouting “COME ON!” to Freddy, encouraging him to kick again. Freddy obliges, firing off a second stiff kick. Va'aiga avoids the impact of the second blow and turns Freddy round, grabbing for a back waistlock. Not allowing The Maori to hit one of his high impact German Suplexes, Freddy wriggles forwards and as The Maori struggles to retain control, Freddy grabs the top rope forcing Va'aiga to break. This earns a round of applause from the crowd. Quadros: Freddy Fandango knows where he is in the ring at all times. This is just a fine example of that. Realising that The Maori has backed off, Freddy impovises a way to do a little more damage with his next kick, hosting himself up to the second rope and springboarding off and connecting flush with the top of his foot. Va'aiga staggers backwards and Freddy sees a chance to ground the Maori and rushes the ropes, this time double springboarding of the second, the top ropes and dropkicking Va'aiga to the ground. Va'aiga gets up to one knee, but as Freddy charges in looking perhaps for a Hogwartz Hangover, Va'aiga rolls to a side and stands. Freddy stands as well and again the crowd applaud the two wrestlers. Franks: A balanced start here by both men. And the crowd seem very appreciative. Quadros: You have to pick your time to strike. Fandango knows this more than most men, and he should use this in response to The Maori's bull headed style. Closing the gap quickly, Freddy Fandango encourages the Maori to swing a forearm out towards him and grabs the arm sharply, extending it with a wrist lock. Fandago tries to drag the arm around behind The Maori into a hammerlock, but Va'aiga reaches round with his massive arm and traps Freddy in a side headlock, forcing Fandango to relinquish his own hold. Freddy squirms out and pushes Va'aiga off, sending the Maori towards the ropes. Va'aiga grabs hold of the top rope to halt his momentum and Fandango pounces, trying for an O'Connor roll but The Maori is too large to budge. Fandango simply rolls off and back to a vertical base in the middle of the ring and Va'aiga turns to face the Fabulous One again. Franks: Neither man is making a breakthrough this early in the match. Quadros: But neither man is making a mistake either. Not one large enough to leave a hole in their defence, anyway. Va'aiga lumbers forwards into the centre of the ring again, where Freddy Fandango is waiting for him with a thunderous chop to the chest, earning a resounding “WHOO!” from the crowd. Va'aiga snarls in response and beckons for Freddy to try again. Freddy puts his finger to his lips and the crowd responds by hushing down to allow the full effects of Fandango's chop to be heard. Fandango draws the knife edge of his hand across his mouth and then BLASTS a chop, lighting up The Maori's barrel chest. The crowd “WHOO!” as Va'aiga winces in pain, then shakes his head and beckons another strike from Freddy. Quadros: My ears are ringing from that chop! Drawing back his hand theatrically again, Freddy Fandago TRIES TO CHOP VA'AIGA IN HALF WITH HIS HAND! The crowd “WHOOOO!” again, louder this time. Va'aiga's chest is glowing bright red as he ROARS in defiance and lunges for Freddy, firing off a rapid series of elbows. Fandango stumbles and the Maori grabs a flailing arm and whips Freddy to the ropes. As Fandango rebounds, the Maori backs off, adjusting his wrist tape in a way that makes the crowd hold their collective breath. Franks: THIS COULD BE IT! Va'aiga charges, extending his arm but Freddy is still sharp enough to duck THE LARIAT's first attempt in the match. Va'aiga heads off towards the far ropes as Freddy bounces off his hands, then off the ropes setting Va'aiga up for a perfect Handspring back elbow. The Maori reels back, holding his jaw and Freddy sees an opportunity, rushing the ropes that the Maori has just staggered off and again going airborne, springboarding into an enzuigiri! Va'aiga drops face first to the mat and Freddy covers... ONE! TWO! T.. and Va'aiga kicks out easily. Cross Recoba offers some encouragement for Freddy while Va'aiga composes himself and stands, slowly... too slow in fact as Fandango puts on a burst of speed and hits a running tornado DDT that takes The Maori head first into the mat. Freddy hops up to his feet and sharply leaps, dropping his leg across The Maori's back. Following up quickly Freddy leaps up onto the second rope and adds a second leg drop, with a little extra added height. Flipping The Maori over, Freddy covers again... ONE! TWO! TH.. and Va'aiga kicks out. Franks: Va'aiga obviously still has the power to break free of these quick pin attempts. Quadros: But it takes more energy to kick out of a pin than to apply one, Franks. It's sensible strategy being displayed by Freddy Fandago here. Waiting for The Maori Badass to stand again, Freddy bends his leg back ready to kick and he lashes another roundhouse kick to the back of Va'aiga's ribs. Quick as a flash, Freddy uses the other leg to kick Va'aiga in the ribs. Another rapid kick to the back with the right. Another to the ribs with the left. Va'aiga staggers forward and gets caught with a snapmare and with lightning speed Freddy first hits a final roundhouse kick to the now seated Maori's spine,then rushes the ropes and somersaults into a Hennig neck snap, rolling back to his feet and bac kinto a run, finally finishing his combination with a vicious knee to Va'aiga's face. Franks: Amazing series of quick moves there by Freddy Fandango! Quadros: He's the perfect entertainer, Franks. And Freddy Fandango is being the perfect entertainer, bowing theatrically to the crowd in celebration of his last sequence of moves. Turning back to his opponent, Freddy walks over and twirls his fingers in the air, before winding up and hitting his STANDING MOONSAULT SENTON... RIGHT ON VA'AIGA'S BACK! The crowd starts chanting loudly for “FREDDY! FREDDY!” as Va'aiga is turned onto his stomach by the pinning Fandango... ONE! TWO! THR... and Va'aiga kicks out. Franks: A very close call for the Maori. Quadros: Freddy Fandango is beginning to show his true class here, Franks. Fandango holds his back, suffering from the impact as he stands. He lines up the angle he wants for his next attack and as Va'aiga stands, Freddy aims a front dropkick to push the Maori into a corner. The crowd clap in time with Freddy's slapping of his kicking leg as he sets Va'aiga in his sights and CHARGES smashing Va'aiga in the face with a Yakuza Kick! Va'aiga teeters forwards, ready to overbalance and Freddy intercepts him on the way down, jumping into the Cutter ending to the TOP THAT! Freddy goes for the pin.. ONE! TWO! TH.. Va'aiga puts his leg on the ropes. Franks: Great innovation there by Freddy Fandango but too close to the corner. Quadros: Every move Freddy hits on Va'aiga takes him one step close to that title, Franks. Even when they don't all get the pin. Frustrated, Fandango allows Va'aiga to stand, carefully picking his spot. When Va'aiga has his back to the corner, Freddy flies in with a flying forearm, cracking Va'aiga across the face and sending him back into the corner. Targetting Va'aiga's ribs again Freddy fires off a kick to the Maori's ribs. Instinctively Va'aiga blocks with his arm, shaking his head to clear it. Freddy lines up another vicious roundhouse but as he throws it, Va'aiga steps forward and catches him by the kicking leg! Va'aiga steps forward a couple of steps with Freddy in his grasp before snapping off a LEG CAPTURE SUPLEX INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! Standing doubled over in the middle of the ring, Va'aiga sucks wind while Freddy tries to regain his senses. Franks: INCREDIBLE STRENGTH FROM VA'AIGA! Quadros: Well that'll turn the tide of a match quickly. Both cornermen are urging their wrestler on as Freddy Fandango, dazed, uses the ropes to regain his footing. Fandango turns to face his opponent, only to be met with Va'aiga's own Yakuza Kick! Freddy drops limply into the corner. Va'aiga reaches down and hauls Freddy quickly up and out of the corner. Grabbing a waistlock, Va'aiga falls backwards and launches Freddy HIGH into the air with an overhead belly to belly suplex! Va'aiga stands and pauses, still breathing heavily. Franks: Va'aiga has one of the hardest hitting power offences in the whole of the PWA. If he gets on a roll then Fandango is in trouble. Va'aiga is slow to follow up, but retains the advantage as Freddy takes an age to stand and Va'aiga has time enough to line up an elbow smash and connect with the side of Freddy's head. Va'aiga follows that with a knee to the stomach, bending Freddy Fandango double. Locking in a double underhook, Va'aiga pays another tribute to Misawa, powering down Fandango with... Franks: TIGER DRIVER! TIGER DRIVER! Va'aiga holds onto the pinning predicament and waits for the referee's count... ONE! TWO! TH.. and Freddy clicks his heels around Va'aiga's head to make to Maori break. Va'aiga stands and moves behind Freddy, so as Fandago sits up, Va'aiga bends over and locks in a full nelson and in one MASSIVE motion, slings the seated Freddy into a HUGH dragon suplex! Va'aiga flips Freddy onto his back and pins again... ONE! TWO! THR.. and Freddy kicks out. Va'aiga slaps the mat in disgust as he picks up Freddy Fandango and softens him up with a quick pair of forearms. The Maori slingshots Freddy powerfully into the ropes and jacks him up on his return for a nasty crash landing face first into the mat. Va'aiga opts not to cover Freddy this time, instead just throwing a few stomps at Freddy's exposed back before allowing him to stand. Va'aiga takes Freddy over towards the ropes and lifts him up, dropping him throat first on the ropes. Va'aiga steps through and sets up a through the ropes suplex on Freddy... but Freddy blocks it. Franks: Both men on the ring apron here. Whatever happens is going to be dangerous! Va'aiga again tries to suplex Freddy over, but this time the Fabulous one blocks in mid move and lands on his feet, on the ring apron. This time Freddy tries to get The Massive Maori up, but with Va'aiga's huge size, he proves impossible to move. The crowd start cheering for both men with intermittent “VA-ING-UH!” and “FREDDY!” chants as the two men exchange strikes on the ring apron. Freddy kicks Va'aiga in the chest, making the Maori back off a step. Va'aiga responds with another elbow which makes Freddy reel in pain, almost falling off the apron. Freddy regains his balance and kicks out again, connecting solidly. Va'aiga staggers a little less this time. Freddy kicks again before Va'aiga has had a chance to respond, but Va'aiga shows fighting spirit, sucks up the blow and charges, connecting his skull with Fandango's. Va'aiga prevents Fandango from falling by scooping him up across his chest... Quadros: Somebody stop him! This could kill Freddy Fandango! Va'aiga pauses, looks out into the crowd and jumps off the ring apron, crashing Freddy Fandango into the thin ringside mats with an APRON DIVE MAORI DROP! Va'aiga rolls away, clutching his ribs as Freddy lays there, dazed. The referee puts on a count, as Va'aiga slowly regains his footing and picks up Freddy's limp body. Franks: This has to be it. No one could get up from the effects of being dropped off the apron and having the Maori Badass land on them as well. Sliding Freddy's body into position, Va'aiga covers, pointing his fingers in the air as the expected count comes... ONE! TWO! THR... NO Freddy Fandango kicks out! Quadros: Never write off Freddy Fandango! The man is amazing! The crowd start chanting for “FREDDY! FREDDY!” again as he tries to get some energy flowing through his body. Va'aiga backs off to allow Freddy plenty of room to stand and holds his arm aloft, adjusting that wrist tape again. Va'aiga waits for Freddy to turn and face him before charging and extending the arm... Franks: Another attempt at THE LARIAT! BUT FANDAGO GRABS THE ARM AND COUNTERS INTO A CUTTHROAT NECKBREAKER! Both men fall to the mat, temporarily spent. The crowd are chanting louder now, both for Va'aiga and Freddy and both corner men are slapping the mat and trying to get their own man to his feet first. Franks: Whichever man gets to his feet first here is going to be at a huge advantage. Quadros: Both men have spent a lot of energy in this match. It's going to be a huge test of fortitude to have the strength to finish either man off. Va'aiga gets to one knee first, but takes his time moving from that spot. Shouting himself on, Freddy Fandango draws a reserve of energy from who knows where and rushes at the Maori Badass, smashing into him with the HOGWARTZ HANGOVER! Freddy instinctively covers... ONE! TWO! THR.. and Va'aiga kicks out! Va'aiga ROARS and stands quicker this time, ecatching Freddy Fandango rather unawares. Va'aiga quickly turns Freddy Fandango round and lifts him as if for a back suplex, before POWERING him down to the canvas with THE MAORIBOMB! Va'aiga covers... ONE! TWO! THR.. and Freddy Fandango kicks out! Freddy and Va'aiga both stand again and start firing off strikes at each other! A massive chop from Freddy! A huge forearm from Va'aiga! A kick from Freddy! An elbow from Va'aiga! Both men are now hammering each other with strikes, neither wishing to show an ounce of give! Freddy tries a more open palm strike, almost a slap at Va'aiga and the Maori goes NUTS, smashing Fandango with a series of hard forearms. Va'aiga whips Freddy into the far ropes and adjusts his arm tape for the third time in the match... ...AND SMASHES FREDDY FANDANGO WITH THE EVIL, VICIOUS, NASTY, PAIN, HURT AND SUFFERING LAAARIATOOOOOO! Freddy drops to the mat limp, the crowd roars in favour of The Big Maori's finisher. Va'aiga drops and covers Freddy Fandango and every man in the crowd counts along... ONE! Franks: That's it! THE LARIAT! TWO! Quadros: You can count to a million, Franks. THRE.. NO! FREDDY FANDANGO GOT A SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND! Franks: WHAT AN AMAZING KICK OUT! I NEVER EXPECTED FREDDY FANDANGO TO ESCAPE! Some of the crowd are beginning to chant for Freddy, hoping to revive him as Fandango slowly stands, his eyes glazed over and dazed. Va'aiga makes a throat slashing motion to the crowd, and for the savvier fans in the crowd, this signifies something very bad about to happen to Freddy Fandango. Freddy may have enough energy to kick out, but he is totally unable to resist Va'aiga grabbing his arm and crossing it across his own throat. Va'aiga racks up Freddy Fandango onto his shoulders, the cutthroat still applied and holds him there for a few seconds, allowing the backbreaker to cause a little extra damage and slowling the movement of air to Freddy's lungs. And then Va'aiga sits down, throwing Freddy Fandango off to a side and Dropping Him On His Mother F**king Head. Franks: THE VA'AIGA STINGER! THE VA'AIGA STINGER! Va'aiga covers Freddy Fandango and waits for the near academic referee's count... ONE! TWO! THREE!!! DINGDINGDING!! Franks: Va'aiga has won! Va'aiga has won the Premiere Championship! Va'aiga grabs the title belt off the referee and holds it aloft for the fans to view as Freddy Ferdinand makes the announcement. Ferdinand: Your winner, by pinfall and NEW PREMEIERE CHAMPION.... VAAAAAAA'AAAAAAAAIIIIIIINNNNGGGA!!! RUB-A-DUB-DUB Written by: Dan & Justin The scene switches backstage where we see a figure carefully sneaking up to one of the locker room doors. On a sign taped to the door, you can clearly make out "Omar Owens and Freak Nasty 1." The figure slowly opens up the door and peeks in. There is no one around, but the sound of a shower running in the bathroom can be heard. Also, there is terrible, terrible singing. Singer: I got me a Chrysler, it seats about twenty. So come along and bring your juke box money. The shadowy figure moves on into the locker room, tiptoeing his way across the floor up to the bathroom door. Once there, he opens up that door just a little bit and peers in again. We now get his view, which is of Freak Nasty 1 just finishing up in the shower. With all his naughty bits carefully covered by the design of the shower door and then by his towel, as he's drying off, the intruder continues to look on. Freak: Love Shack, baby, Love Shack! Just then, Freak looks up and sees that someone is watching him and lets out a blood-curdling screech. Freak: Eeeeeeeek!!! Pervert!!! It is only now that we can see the unknown interloper is none other than Pierce Cavanaugh. Startled by the decibel level of Freak's scream, he turns and starts to run away, but immediately runs right into Omar Owens, who we now see was standing right behind him with his arms folded. Pierce backs up from Omar and Freak comes out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. Freak: This creeper was trying to get a free show! Omar raises an eyebrow to Pierce, expecting an explanation. Pierce: No, no, it's not like that at all! I swear I wasn't trying to get a look at your Pebbles and Bam Bam! Freak: Then what were you doing? Pierce: Just seeing if I could catch a peek at your bum. Omar: Pierce, that doesn't sound any better. Pierce: No, you donb't get it. I was just trying to find the man who slept with my Wren. And that man had a tattoo on his bum, so I wanted to peek at your bum. Freak: Oh, well why didn't you just ask. Unfazed, Freak turns around and lowers his towel, mooning both Pierce and Omar. As expected, there is no tattoo. Freak: No tattoo, see? It would be a disgrace to mar such a perfect piece of art with a tattoo, don't you think. Omar: Okay, Freak. I think we've all seen enough of your ass. You can put it away now. Freak: Oh, now you say that, but when I'm mooned our ninth grade science class, you couldn't stop laughing. Omar: That was twenty years ago. Pierce: Well I guess it want be Freaky Styley here. So how about you Omar? Any chance I can get a look at those ham hocks? Omar: Oh no, you won't catch me dropping trow. Freak: Probably for the best. Your butt could block out the sun. Pierce: Well, have it your way. But the fact of the matter is I'm going to check every ass on the roster until I know who is the man bedding my girl. And that means if you won't show me know, I will find out later. Omar slowly backs away from Pierce, putting his hands up in front of him. Omar: I don't want any trouble, Pierce. Let's just think about this. Maybe you have more evidence than just this tattoo. Was there anything besides the tattoo that was distinguishable about this person's backside? Pierce: Well, it had two cheeks and one crack, but that's not going to help. Omar: How about whether or not it was hairy or if it was pimply. Or what color it was. Pierce: Hmm...color, good point. I guess it wasn't you. Omar smiles realizing he just talked himself out of a pantsing. Pierce: Bum rush completed! Pierce storms out of the locker room to continue his search elsewhere. Omar turns around so that Freak can start to get dressed. Omar: Really, Freak? Love Shack? Freak: You know how songs just get stuck in your head when you're in the shower. The scene fades with Omar shaking his head and laughing to himself. TOWER OF TERROR Jack Gaither vs. Jason Sandman Written by: John & Paul PREVIEW: Jason Sandman has always played by his own rules. Recent Board attempts to reign in Sandman have proven unsuccessful as he continues to do what he wants, when he wants. Re-instated by Co-Commissioner Gaither, Jason Sandman took the woman to task and showed her what a mistake that was by taking out Jack Gaither from behind. Ever since then, Jack Gaither has been the Board’s hand in the matter, challenging Sandman to a match. Taking place under Hell-in-a-Cell type rules, the Board of Directors have thrown a little extra incentive into this one. High above the cage will be $1 million dollars and a shot at any title in the PWA. Will Jack Gaither strike rich again or will Jason Sandman use this match to showcase just how dangerous and unpredictable he is? We return to High Stakes 2 to a most unusual sight: weapons of every size and shape are scattered inside and outside a Hell-in-a-Cell-type structure, and suspended high above the structure is a briefcase containing $1,000,000 cash and a contract for a shot at any PWA belt in the future. Franks: Well ladies and gentlemen; we are just about ready to witness one of the most violent matches that anyone can ever conceive: the Tower of Terror! Quadros: Someone is walking out of Morgantown a dead man. (DING…DING…DING!) Freddy: Ladies and gentlemen: the following contest is the TOWER OF TERROR!! The crowd explodes in anticipation of bloodshed. Freddy: In this contest, both participants will start in the ring located inside the tower. During the contest, an individual must grab a briefcase that is suspended above the Tower by exiting the Tower through the door and climbing it—all the way to the top! The individual who can successfully grab the briefcase suspended high above the Tower will be the winner and will receive a contract for a future PWA title opportunity and ONE MILLION DOLLARS CASH! *The opening phrase "God works in mysterious ways..." from Queen's "One Vision" is played, but the lights go out, and the intro to Motley Crue's "Kickstart My Heart'" starts up. Various images of Jack Gaither's matches flash by on the big screen; at the height of the intro, the words "THE GOLDEN EAGLE FLIES AGAIN!" appear on screen. Suddenly, the cameras catch "The Golden Eagle" standing just underneath the roof of the arena. Jack hooks himself up to a zip line, then glides down to the ring as confetti and flashbulbs go off. Tonight, Jack walks to the ring in a #5 gold and blue Pat White West Virginia Mountaineers football jersey, and there are an abundance of pro-Gaither signs in the crowd. The cameras switch to a shot of Jack’s parents David and Susan, who are sitting at ringside for tonight’s match.* Freddy: And his opponent, weighing in at 181 pounds, he is MORGANTOWN’S OWN…JACK “THE GOLDEN EAGLE” GAITHER!! Franks: Folks, until 24 hours ago, Jack Gaither never knew that he was born right down the road from the WVU Coliseum here in Morgantown! Tough circumstances forced Jack’s parents to keep his Morgantown birthplace a secret, but tonight—everything has been revealed. Jack Gaither looks ready! Quadros: I never would’ve thought about that either, but it doesn’t matter where you’re originally from, because Jackie-poo is gonna get what’s coming to him. Live Your Way comes on speakers and as it begins Deal With It Bitch Productions Presents logo come on the Teletron. The music starts, but to the surprise of everyone Jason Sandman does not emerge from the entrance. The music ends and starts up again, but there is still no sign of Jason Sandman. Franks: Ladies and Gentlemen we apologize for the delay. I am sure Jason Sandman will be out here shortly. Quadros: Damn right he will be. Jason Sandman isn’t afraid of anyone, and that damn sure means Jack Gaither. Gaither is pacing in the ring starting to complain that Jason is taking to long, that is until the lights go down. Jason: You wanted me. Well here I am. My Idea of Fun comes on the speakers, and spotlights start swinging around the arena. Franks: Does this mean what I think it means? Quadros: Yes it does. HE’S BACK. The lights settle down on the entrance, but there is still no sign of Jason Sandman. Finally the lights come back up and Jason Sandman is standing right behind Jack Gaither. “Honest Abe” Sanders is trying to warn Gaither of the presence but it’s too late. Jason spins Jack Gaither around and immediately drops to the ground when Jason rocks him with Kiss the Demon. The fans start to boo as Jason stomps down on Gaither, while Sanders is trying to pull Jason off. Jason takes one hand and swats the referee away. Jason finally pulls Gaither up to his feet, and starts laying into him with a round of trapping headbutts. Franks: If this keeps up I don’t see this match lasting to much longer. Quadros: I don’t see it lasting to much longer no matter if Gaither makes his comeback. Sandman won’t be denied. Indeed it appears that Sandman won’t be denied. Jason Sandman releases his grip on Gaither’s arms and watches him fall before he goes to retrieve his chair. Sanders runs over to check on Gaither, and basically covers him when he sees Jason coming back with the barbwire chair. He pleads with Jason that Gaither is out, and to go ahead and climb up the cell to end the match. Sandman decides instead of following the referee’s request he will smash in the referees head. Jason pulls back the chair and as he is coming down Sanders rolls out the way and Gaither throws powder in Sandman’s face. Franks: Desperate times call for desperate measures, and the fans seem to approve. Quadros: Approve all they want. They are just going to get their hero killed. He is pissing off the wrong man. Franks: I don’t know about that. Quadros: I do. While the announcers argue Jack Gaither has made his way to his feet and has taken possession of Jason Sandman’s chair. He slams the chair into Sandman’s head while The Crippler is trying to regain his vision. A few more shots from the chair and Jack Gaither is the one laying the boots in. Gaither finally ends his assault on Sandman and pulls Jason up to his feet. After a whip into the corner Gaither comes running at Sandman with a drop kick. Sandman falls to his ass, and Gaither finds his insurance policy. With a hand off from his good friend Honest Abe Gaither decides he is taking no chances and cuffs Jason Sandman to the bottom rope. Gaither laughs as Sandman tries to get free. Franks: Gaither seems to have found his opening and is now heading out the cell, and you have to believe he’s going to be going up. Quadros: Signing his death certificate with every move he makes. It will be a shame to see him go too. Jason Sandman fights to get free from his cuffs, and finally resorts back to the same trick every good criminal knows. With a steady barrage of kicks to his wrist Jason Sandman is finally able to get free just as Gaither makes his way up to the top of the cage. The New Age Punisher looks up and realizes there is no way he is going to be able to catch Gaither now, so he resorts to plan B. Exiting the cage as fast as possible Jason sets up a table on the outside of the ring, and yells to get Gaither’s attention. Jack looks down and Jason and sees that Jason Sandman has Sanders in position for First Born Demise. Gaither stares at his friend, and then up at the briefcase. Jason continues to taunt The Golden Eagle screaming how he is afraid of his own demise, which hit a nerve with Gaither. Gaither starts climbing back down the cage and once he gets half way down he jumps off looking to land a splash on Sandman. Sandman throws Sanders away and watches as Gaither lands right into his arms. Quadros: And that’s where he ruins his night folks. Gaither allowed Jason Sandman the chance to come back and now he will pay. Franks: I am inclined to agree with you, Jason Sandman has a smile on his face as he throws Gaither up and converts him into the power bomb posi…..Oh my god. Quadros: New Age Facelift right into the cell. That was beautiful. Franks: The fencing didn’t give at all, and Gaither has gained his crimson mask. Quadros: And it’s over. Sandman is making his way up the cage. Indeed Sandman has made his way to the top of the cage, but instead of climbing the ladder and making his money Jason decides he wants to play some more. Sandman looks down at Gaither and sits on the edge of the cage like there is nothing else to do in the world. After a few seconds Gaither starts stirring, and finally makes it to his feet. Gaither looks up at Sandman like he is confused why Sandman isn’t taking his shot. Jason smiles at Gaither before he stands up and goes towards the ladder. Gaither hurries himself up the cage and gets to the top to see Sandman standing next to the ladder. Sandman welcomes Gaither to bring it on and Gaither has no problem obliging. The two men start throwing serious blows into each other, and Gaither appears to have the advantage. Franks: Gaither is throwing lefts and rights like a champ, and just Sandman backed up to the edge of the cage. I don’t know what either man is willing to do here, but this might get violent quick. Quadros: I will have to say Gaither is impressing me up there. I thought his whole fearing death talking was a joke, but he doesn’t seem to be fearing anything right now. Sandman looks back realizing where he is, and tries for a haymaker to back Gaither up, but it gets blocked. Gaither gives Sandman a shot to the gut, and pulls Sandman up for a Samba Slam. Gaither looks down at the table acknowledging that he is about to face death. No wait Jason Sandman just slid off Gaither’s back. Sandman spins Gaither around. Jason Sandman doubles Gaither over and immediately jumps off the cage driving Gaither through the table with a Downtown Drop. Quadros: I have to agree with the fans here. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. Franks: Excuse my colleague folks. Jason Sandman just used to the move that Butcher has used to end many matches on Gaither. Quadros: Sandman put Butcher into a coma he may never awake from and Gaither may have just joined him in the land of the undead. The fans are on their feet looking at the carnage, wondering when someone will move. Jason Sandman finally rolls out of the wreckage, and looks up at the case. He waves the case off and starts heading up the ramp, when he sees Simon Retter make his way out the entrance. Retter: Mr. Sandman are we forgetting something? Jason looks down and Retter and then back up at the cage. Jason shrugs his shoulders, makes his way up the cage, and then up the ladder. Jason sits on top of the ladder for a moment before finally removing the case. Freddy: Ladies and Gentlemen, The Winner of the match. “The New Age Punisher” Jason Sandman. I WILL LET HER KNOW... Written by: Paul Jason Sandman motions for his music to stop playing. He stares Retter down as he tosses the briefcase down onto of where Gaither is currently being assisted by medical staff. Jason almost slides down the gate and he makes his way down to the ground. He picks the case up from off of the still crumbled up Gaither. Heading up the ramp Jason doesn’t take his eyes off the man who is currently bribing him. Sandman gets face to face with Retter before Simon speaks. Retter: Now if you would be so kind Mr. Sandman. I believe you owe me something. Jason looks down at the briefcase, and then back up at Retter. Jason: Here’s the thing. NO! Retter's expression isn't apparent through his mask, but judging from the way his back arches it's apparent that he isn't the least bit thrilled to hear Jason say this. Retter: We had an arrangement, Jason. And it displeases me to no end that you would choose to alter the terms of our agreement. So, I suggest that you pay me the money that is owed to me, or else the price you'll have to pay for choosing to reneg upon our deal on such short notice will be far greater than the amount of money that is contained within that briefcase. Jason: See there’s something you should know about me Simon. When you threaten me it angers me. When I am angered people tend to become vegetables. So maybe you want to come at me better, and you won’t have to learn what it feels like to have tubes going into every hole you have on your body. Retter chuckles and shakes his head slightly as he stares at Jason. Retter: Oh, it won't be you that I'll be going after, and you know that just as well as I do. Perhaps I’ll pay a visit to Norfolk and spend some time with Brandy. Let her know that… Before Simon Retter can finish the briefcase that Jason had in his hand meets the side of Retter’s head. Retter drops, and almost as soon as he does Jason Sandman is on top of him raining fists down on his face that any boxer would envy. After about thirty seconds of laying fists to face. Jason stops for a moment and reaches in his pocket for his famous spikes. Jason smiles as he slides a spike in between the middle finger and ring on both hands. Jason is about to start his beating again when he fells the presence of Captain Howdy and Terminus using all their strength to pull him off Retter. Sandman fights to get free, but his stable mates stand firm holding him back before there is a murder investigation in Morgantown. As two thirds of M.A.D drag the other third past Retter, Sandman start screaming at Retter. Jason: You won’t tell her shit. I’ll let her know the truth. I will fucking kill you if you even step foot in Virginia. Jason continues to try and fight his way free but Howdy and Terminus get Sandman close enough into the back that MK can try to start talking some sense into him. LEAVING SO SOON? Written by: Neil Up in a skybox overlooking the proceedings, the two Co-Commissioners, Wren Chesney and Samantha Teague-Gaither watch the conclusion of the Tower of Terror match. Mrs. Gaither buries her face in her hands and can’t believe what just happened to her husband. Wren Chesney can’t help but laugh. Wren: Ha! Ha! Gaither: Shut up, Wren! Wren: I told you not to bring back Jason Sandman and look what he did! He beat Jack Gaither within an inch of his life! See, this is how he repays those that do him good! Gaither: Well you better believe Jason Sandman will have a hard time cashing in that title shot, that’s for sure! Wren: Heh, you really are a bonehead. You’re little plan to hotshot your stupid husband into the spotlight backfired. Now you have Sandman to deal with. He’s your problem now. Co-Commissioner Gaither scoffs at this idea. She gets up from her seat and looks to leave the skybox. Wren: Where do you think you are going? Gaither: To see if Jack is all right. Wren: You can’t leave! You have a job to do here! Now sit down! And if it’s any consolation, Jack Gaither will never be all right! Gaither: Fuck you, Wren! With that said, Samantha Teague-Gaither leaves the skybox to go check on her husband. Mrs. Chesney sits back and kicks her feet up near the window. She’s liking what she sees so far. PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP - Elimination Rules - Omar Owens vs. Chris Michaels vs. Jake Keeton vs. Nighthawk © Written by: Neil PREVIEW: Whatever your opinion of Terminus is, you have to at least acknowledge the standard he has set in PWA as the man. When he lost the Championship at Conflict 1 in a match against Chris Michaels and Nighthawk, the future contenders lined up for a shot. Omar Owens claims he had his shot coming at High Stakes weeks ago against Terminus when he pinned the man to the mat at Violation 62. There was no way he was going to get cut off at the pass. Jake Keeton on the other hand never received his much earned title shot at Mob Rules 2 when Wren Chesney barred him competing for the highest gold in the land. With newly won Board approval, the All-American Nightmare won’t have to worry about being banned for this one. Chris Michaels boasted the Era’s claim that Terminus wasn’t the man we all thought he was and says he proved it by dethroning him at Conflict 1 and putting him on the shelf. The Hotshot knows he can do this again at High Stakes. PWA World Heavyweight Champion Nighthawk finds himself in a tough spot only two weeks removed from the biggest win in his career. The only thing that works in his favor is this match being under elimination rules. To be the Champion you must beat the Champion. Only one will walk out with the gold, the respect, and the future of PWA in their hands. Referee Sasha Brown stands in the middle of the ring while Ring Announcer Freddy Ferdinand preps his microphone. The Morgantown, WV crowd cheers loudly for what has gone on tonight so far. Suddenly, "Oh" by Ciara kicks up and the crowd is instantly whipped into a frenzy. Both Omar and Freak make their way out from the back onto the stage. Omar bends down, slaps the stage with both hands and then raises his arms over his head, making an "O" symbol with his hands. He and Freak walk down the aisle, slapping hands with fans. Omar climbs into the ring and awaits the start of the match. Franks: This feels like 2005 all over again, Ray! Retired for a few years, Omar Owens has returned to the ring and the top stage as he wrestles for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship. Quadros: The naysayers claim PWA is living in the past and that Omar Owens hasn’t done anything to deserve this spot. I have to agree. This nostalgic trip has to come to an end! Franks: I guess beating Jason Sandman, Darkside, Kaito, and Terminus one-on-one over the past couple months doesn’t mean anything to you. That’s three former PWA World Heavyweight Champions and a sick twisted freak. “Down” by Stone Temple Pilots hits the PA *guitar riff* Pleased to meet you Nice to know me What’s the message? Will ya show me? I’ve been waiting A long time, now Now here’s the answer You’re all mine now As the chorus kicks in the “HotShot” Chris Michaels walks through the curtain. Michaels walks down the ramp with a big smile on his face, He looks around, then mounts the second turnbuckle, giving his trademark one-fist salute. Quadros: Here’s a real champion, Carl! He beat Terminus clean at Conflict 1 and put him on the shelf! Franks: Yeah but he still lost that match, Ray. Chris Michaels might be in for a rough night as he has to wrestle in this World Heavyweight Championship match AND the main event Tag Team Championship ladder match soon after. Quadros: He’s right, the powers that be are against him! A hush fills the arena and a mixed reaction of mostly cheers with a few boos due to what he's done in the past thrown in billows from the crowd as "Hunt You Down" by Saliva hits the PA. Jake Keeton slowly emerges through the curtains with his full attention focused on the upcoming match. He walks down the ramp barely acknowledging the fans as he steps into the ring and begins to stretch. Franks: Jake Keeton didn’t get his Championship match opportunity last month at Mob Rules when Co-Commissioner Wren Chesney banned him from the arena. Now he finally gets the shot he earned. Quadros: And the only reason he’s here is because he threatened the Board with a lawsuit. They cowered in fear and sunk under his threats. It’s pathetic. He just might tear a knee ligament just warming up, Carl. As his opponent stands in the center of the ring the house lights in the arena suddenly fade all the way to black and are quickly replaced by blue and white laser lights which draws an appreciative roar from the sold-out crowd. As the laser lights flash in time the roar grows ever louder as the familiar opening strains of ""Holding Out For A Hero (The Harder They Come Intro)" by Emery booms out over the sound speakers as Nighthawk stands at the top of the ramp, raising one finger above his head as his profile is silhouetted in blue smoke. Bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet Nighthawk stares a hole through his opponent in the middle of the ring as the crowd claps along in time with the beat of the song, his ice-blue eyes never leaving his target as he walks down the ramp while enthusiastically shaking hands with every single fan that he can touch and walking all the way around the ring to try and get close to as many fans as he possibly can. Getting on the top turnbuckle Nighthawk raises one finger above his head before crouching down in his corner. Franks: The PWA World Heavyweight Champion, Nighthawk! The wrestling community is still abuzz over what went down at Conflict 1 when he battled Terminus and Chris Michaels and walked out with the strap. Quadros: Pure luck, Carl. Pure luck. He never cashes in the big one. For him to walk out of here with that belt tonight, he’s going to need a miracle. The crowd roars as Nighthawk holds the PWA World Heavyweight Championship over his head. His three other opponents stand in their corners, eyeing the gold. Fat Freddy Ferdinand steps forward for the introductions. Ferdinand: The following contest shall be under Four-Way Elimination Rules for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship! The referee of this contest is Sasha Brown. Starting with the first challenger, hailing from Dorchester, Massachusetts at a weight of 252-pounds, he is…SIR… OOOOOMAR…OWWWENS!! Omar Owens steps forward and nods for the crowd while Freak Nasty 1 cheers on. Nighthawk nods in return but Keeton and Michaels barely acknowledge the contender. Ferdinand: As for the next challenger standing in this corner, hailing from Roanoke, Virginia at a weight of 225-pounds, he is a former PWA Premiere Champion…”HOTSHOT”… CHRIS…MMMICHAELS!! Chris Michaels raises his arm in the air and yells towards Nighthawk that lightning will not strike twice tonight. Ferdinand: And for challenger number three standing to my right, hailing from Lexington, Kentucky at a weight of 217-pounds, he is a former PWA Light Heavyweight and Tag Team Champion…THE ALL-AMERICAN NIGHTMARE… JAKE…KEEEEETON!! Keeton snarls as he paces back and forth in place, growing restless over the introductions. Now the crowd starts to really kick up… Ferdinand: And finally…hailing from Chicago, Illinois at a weight of 185-pounds, he is a multi-time PWA Light Heavyweight Champion and current PWA Heavyweight Champion…THE WRESTLING MACHINE… NIGHT…HAAAAWK!! Nighthawk steps forward with the PWA World Heavyweight Championship belt hanging over his head respectfully. The crowd pops loudly for him while the challengers can’t wait to get a piece. He hands over the title belt to Referee Sasha Brown who raises the belt over her head as well so everybody knows it is on the line. She hands the Championship off to Freddy Ferdinand as he leaves the ring. The WVU Coliseum is rocking in anticipation for this one. Referee Brown calls for the bell! DING! Franks: And the first PWA World Heavyweight Championship four way elimination match since Bad Moon Rising is underway! Right from the get go Jake Keeton charges across the ring towards Nighthawk for a grapple. Omar Owens and Chris Michaels come to a grapple themselves. All four men tussle back and forth for an advantage. Around the back of Keeton goes Nighthawk. Waist-lock applied but is broken by Keeton as he goes around the back now. Keeton with a forearm shove right into Nighthawk’s back to show him what he‘s about tonight. O2 and the Hotshot are battling it out evenly until Michaels gives a knee to the midsection. Snapmare takedown by Michaels on Owens straight into a follow up dropkick to the back of the head! Nighthawk and Jake Keeton reinitiate a collar-and-elbow tie up for a moment before Nighthawk wins out into a side headlock. This time Keeton reaches around the back of the PWA World Heavyweight Champion and swoops him backwards for a backdrop. Follow up elbow by Keeton connects only with canvass because Nighthawk rolls away. Still, Keeton is quick to pounce on a rising Nighthawk, bulling him backwards into a vacant corner. Franks: So far so good, Ray. Quadros: I’m liking what Jake Keeton’s doing. He’s the aggressor so far. While Keeton and Nighthawk battle it out in the corner, Chris Michaels pulls up Omar Owens and whips him towards the ropes. Off comes O2. Hotshot with a leap. Owens runs on through to the next set of ropes. Michaels running off the ropes now too. The two meet dead center of the ring with Michaels coming in with a roaring elbow that is ducked by Omar Owens into a school boy!…1!..Tw-!…Michaels rolls out and O2 nips up. Back to the grapple go those two with nothing gained in that exchange. Side headlock applied by Owens. Hotshot attempts a backdrop but that’s blocked by Owens. He tries again, no, it’s a fake as he pushes off the unbalanced Omar Owens towards the ropes. O2 returns with a good old fashion shoulder block that drops Chris Michaels. Running towards the ropes again goes O2 to come off with an elbow drop. NO! Chris Michaels nips up and catches him right in the face with a clap kick! Omar Owens is down! Back over in the corner Keeton is putting the shoulders to the midsection of Nighthawk. Now he’s clubbing him across the back. He yanks Nighthawk back upright and unleashes a stiff knife-edge chop! WHOOOO! Oh Nighthawk didn’t like that! He turns the tables on Jake Keeton and lets fly one of his own knife-edge chops! WHOOOO! Another from the Champion! WHOOOO! Another! WHOOOO! Nighthawk pulls Keeton out of the corner and whips him across the ring. Keeton hops the downed Omar Owens and slams into the turnbuckles. Here comes Nighthawk with a running follow up leaping forearm to the face! Snapmare takedown out of the corner by Nighthawk right into a crossface chickenwing. Franks: The four have traded shots back early on. Hard to pick who had a slight advantage as the momentum goes back and forth. Quadros: Chris Michaels better pace himself or he’ll be shot for the Tag Team Title match. Michaels pulls up Omar Owens and slams him backwards with a vertical suplex. Hotshot runs towards the ropes and comes off with a springboard moonsault that connects! Cover! 1!…2!…THR…KICK OUT! Freak Nasty 1 is looking mighty concerned on the outside as he pounds the ring apron. He tells O2 to get up and Chris Michaels helps him do so. Whipped into a vacant corner by the Hotshot, Omar Owens eats a follow up punch to the face! Chris Michaels lets off a series of stomps to lay out O2 in the corner. Omar Owens is left trying to protect himself as he’s taking a lot of early blows. Across the ring Nighthawk is trying to peel Jake Keeton’s face off with a crossface chickenwing. Referee Sasha Brown asks Keeton if he wants to give up. He won’t have any of that as replies with a back elbow into Nighthawk’s sternum. Another back elbow! Another! Nighthawk grabs the rising Jake Keeton and whips him across the ring. Keeton on the rebound with a shoulder block of his own that drops the World Heavyweight Champion. Keeton runs towards the ropes again and bounces off for a stomp to the face. But no! Nighthawk nips up and catches Keeton on the fly with an arm drag! Keeton pops back up! Arm dragged again! One more time Keeton shoots up! And one more time he gets taken back down with an arm drag. Armbar applied by Nighthawk! Franks: Nighthawk is going to work the arm in this match which is a good idea since there are three pair out there. Quadros: Yeah but if he does that then his game plan will be too obvious. While Nighthawk works the armbar on Jake Keeton, Chris Michaels pulls Omar Owens up in the corner and flips him over into a tree of woe after all the stomps. “Hotshot” Chris Michaels walks across the ring to get himself in position. Here he comes with a running head start! Baseball slide into O2’s face! NO! Owens pulled himself up and let Michaels take some ring post between the legs! Franks: Oh that didn’t look so good. Quadros: Good thing he wasn’t planning on anymore kids, right? Owens extracts himself from the turnbuckles and shakes his head. He pulls Chris Michaels away from the post and spears him right into the corner with a shoulder block. Two more shoulder blocks double over the Hotshot, leaving him open for a flipping belly-to-belly suplex out of the corner by Omar Owens! Chris Michaels pops back up but legs are wobbling all over the place! Follow up standing dropkick to the face by Omar Owens! Now Freak Nasty 1 is getting a smile on his face. During all of that Jake Keeton has battled to a knee from the armbar position. He powers himself up to break free of Nighthawk but there is Omar Owens with a kick to his midsection. Nighthawk and Owens nod at each other and double whip Keeton towards the ropes. Off comes the All-American Nightmare into a double big back body drop by his two opponents! Owens and Nighthawk collect Chris Michaels and double whip him towards the ropes too. Off comes the Hotshot into a double dropsault by Nighthawk and Owens! Franks: Well it looks like Omar Owens and Nighthawk have a beneficial alliance going on right now. Quadros: What did you expect from these two? They can’t hang with Keeton and Michaels so they have to double team them. Owens and Nighthawk talk over something for a moment and then decide to trade off. Owens grabs Jake Keeton. Nighthawk pulls up Chris Michaels. O2 sends Keeton across the ring into a corner, spine first. Nighthawk is a bit different as he twists the arm of Chris Michaels and sends him arm first into the opposite corner. Omar Owens blasts Jake Keeton in the face with a forearm shot. Nighthawk with a chop on Michaels. WHOOO! However, both Keeton and Michaels return the favor and flip the tables on Nighthawk and Owens. Forearm to the face of O2 by Keeton! Chop to the chest by Michaels on Nighthawk! WHOOO! Keeton and Michaels with an Irish whip on both men! Owens and Nighthawk meet in the middle of the ring for a collision! NO! They spin off of each other in a reversal! But wait! Michaels and Keeton counter them with dual drop toe holds! Keeton drops Nighthawk! Michaels drops Owens! Nighthawk and Owens both eat turnbuckle! Franks: A lot of back and forth going on there! Quadros: That was fun! Do it again! Keeton pulls up Nighthawk and hit’s a release tiger suplex! Chris Michaels with a release German suplex on Omar Owens! Double cover by them both! 1!…2!…THR…DOUBLE KICK OUT by Nighthawk and Omar Owens!! Chris Michaels has had his fill with Omar Owens and tosses him over the top rope and down to the floor below! Freak Nasty 1 comes to the side of Owens to make sure he’s all right. Jake Keeton puts a series of stomps to the head of the PWA World Heavyweight Champion before Chris Michaels comes along and shoves him. Keeton and Michaels stare each other down. Franks: Uh oh, this can’t be good. Quadros: Not good for Nighthawk at all. Ray Quadros is right as both Keeton and Michaels turn on Nighthawk and stomp away. They pick up the World Heavyweight Champion and flip him backwards with a stiff vertical suplex. Forearm to the face cover by Keeton while Michaels stands by. 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT! Keeton rolls Nighthawk over into a crossface chicken wing of his own, leaving the midsection of Nighthawk exposed. Hotshot takes advantage and tees off on Nighthawk with a series of stomps! Referee Sasha Brown can only watch Nighthawk get double teamed here. Franks: Oh man! This is turning into a mugging on Nighthawk! Quadros: Beat ‘em like he stole something from ya! Referee Brown asks Nighthawk if he wants to quit…NO is the response! Keeton shoves Nighthawk face first into the canvass and gets a boo. He doesn’t care as he helps the PWA World Heavyweight Champion back up and lays him out one more time with another release Tiger suplex! Keeton covers one more time! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!! Now Chris Michaels wants his shot on the Champion. He runs towards the ropes, bounces off with a rolling, senton splash…NO! He nips up and out of the roll and blasts Jake Keeton right in the face with a forearm that lays him out! The crowd boos wildly as the Hotshot struts around the ring being the last man standing. Franks: So much for those two working together! Nighthawk kept kicking out so Michaels took out Keeton! Quadros: If Keeton couldn’t pin Nighthawk then there must be something wrong with Keeton. Great call by the Hotshot there. Chris Michaels goes back and forth stomping on Keeton and Nighthawk, Nighthawk then Keeton. He has some unkind words for the PWA World Heavyweight Champion as he drags him up, stuns him with an inverted atomic drop, then finishes the job with a super kick right to the jaw! Nighthawk has been laid out! Chris Michaels isn’t done just yet as he pulls up Jake Keeton and whips him across the ring into a corner. Michaels runs and jumps off a set of ropes with a springboard yakuza kick that flattens the All-American Nightmare in the corner! Russian leg sweep out of the corner lays out Keeton face first onto the mat! “Hotshot” Chris Michaels keeps on rolling with the offense as he pulls Nighthawk up off the canvass. No Why Me as he instead spins the Champion around with a Michinoku Driver! Two guys laid out in the ring for Chris Michaels to pin. Choices, choices. All right well he’s made up his mind. Michaels runs towards the ropes to bounce off…NO! No bouncy! Omar Owens sweeps the legs out from under the Hotshot from ringside! Michaels eats the mat! O2 isn’t done yet as he pulls on Michaels legs, yanking him out of the ring! Hotshot eats the barely padded floor! Quadros: That cheating bastard Omar Owens! He was too much of a coward to get back into the ring! He had to be sneaky about it! Franks: Chris Michaels tossed him out of the ring. It’s only fair he does the same thing back. Referee Sasha Brown ushers the action to get back in the ring. Omar Owens has other plans as he picks up Chris Michaels and bulls him into the ring apron with a shoulder. He then swings Michaels around and whips him right into a barrier! Nearby fans go wild when Owens stalks the Hotshot. Referee Brown starts the counting! 1!…2!… Back in the ring Nighthawk and Jake Keeton are coming to and getting back up. 4!…Outside Omar Owens swings Chris Michaels around and plants him right on his back at ringside! Hotshot arcs his spine as the padded floor gives zero relief! 5!… Omar Owens hops up onto the ring apron just as Nighthawk and Jake Keeton get up. Chop by Nighthawk! WHOOO! Chop by Keeton! WHOOOO! …6!... Chop by Nighthawk! WHOOOO! Chop by Keeton! WHOOOO! Nighthawk! WHOOO! Keeton! WHOOOO! Chop by…NO! Omar Owens slingshots off the top rope with a double clothesline that takes out both Keeton and Nighthawk! 7!… Franks: Oh what a move by O2 to blindside his battling opponents! Quadros: Look at Owens. What a piece of work he is. White knights are supposed to face their enemy, not attack from behind. He did it twice! EIGHT!… Omar Owens goes back to business on Nighthawk and Keeton. Vertical suplex on Nighthawk! NINE!… O2 whips Keeton to the ropes and collects him with a power slam! Cover! TEN!… Referee Sasha Brown calls for it! Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen, as a result of count-out, “Hotshot” Chris Michaels has been eliminated! Quadros: No! Why him? Franks: Chris Michaels didn’t get back into the ring, Ray! He’s down and out, holding his back here at ringside! Quadros: Someone call a doctor! Hotshot might be hurt! Franks: If he’s injured that could affect the Tag Team Championship ladder match in tonight’s main event! No doctor coming as Chris Michaels continues to lay on the floor, unaware of what happened. Omar Owens is looking for his damn count! Here comes Referee Brown…1!…2!…KICK OUT by Keeton! Omar Owens knew he might have had Keeton if the referee wasn’t too busy counting. Oh well, one down, two to go! Omar Owens pulls up Keeton and spins him around with a swoop backdrop. Now he grabs the rising Nighthawk and tries a fisherman’s buster…blocked! Nighthawk reverses into a snap suplex! The PWA World Heavyweight Champion staggers for a moment then runs towards the ropes. Off he comes and collects the rising Jake Keeton with a hurricane rana! The crowd starts to get behind the Champion as he looks to get some offense going! He collects Omar Owens and whips him towards the ropes. Off comes O2 right into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker from the Champion! Follow up leg drop by Nighthawk into a Arms Across America bridging grounded double chickenwing! The crowd roars as Nighthawk tries desperately to draw the tap-out from Omar Owens! Referee Sasha Brown asks if he wants to give up…NO is the reply! Freak Nasty 1 starts pounding on the ring apron, trying to keep his client and friend in this big match-up! Franks: Omar Owens is in a bad spot, Ray. He isn’t anywhere near the ropes for a break. He just needs to hang on. Quadros: Yeah he was making a charge in this match finally but now he’s put himself in a place where he’s going to have to tough it out. Maybe not. With the submission clearly locked on tight, Nighthawk’s focus is solely on Omar Owens at the moment. But Jake Keeton looks mighty annoyed he’s being ignored so he does something about it. He hits Nighthawk from behind with a loud kick to the head! The Champion loses the Arms Across America hold. Keeton pulls Nighthawk up by the hair and turns him inside out with a Kentucky Sidewinder Suplex! Then he pulls up O2, giving him no time to recover as he blasts him back into the corner with a European uppercut. Jake Keeton climbs to the second turnbuckle, looks out towards the crowd, and hammers away on Owens’ face! The crowd counts the shots! One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! TEN! Dazed and confused, Omar Owens gets flipped halfway across the ring with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! Cover by the All-American Nightmare…1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!! Jake Keeton follows up with some hammer blows to the head of Omar Owens. He’s looking mighty helpless as the moment! Wait! Here comes Nighthawk again! Standing dropkick to the back of Keeton’s head for revenge! Nighthawk picks up Keeton now and goes around the back with a hammerlock. High back elbow by Keeton is ducked by Nighthawk as he goes around the front with an arm twist. Leading him around the ring, Nighthawk hops onto the top rope and walks along before executing a rolling arm drag on Jake Keeton! The crowd claps! Quadros: Show off! Nighthawk pops back up and into a corner, landing a split-legged moonsault on Keeton! Cover! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!! The PWA World Heavyweight Champion looks to remain in control but that’s not happening as a slightly recovered Omar Owens clubs him from behind and into the corner. O2 with a chop! WHOOO! Irish whip by Owens sends Nighthawk across the ring! BAM! Nighthawk gets implanted into the turnbuckles! And here comes Omar Owens with a follow up full body splash, crunching the Champion! Short of breathe, Nighthawk wobbles out of the corner and gets taken out with a fisherman’s suplex! No cover by Owens as he sees Keeton getting back up. He catches Keeton with a kick to the midsection and then whips him towards the ropes. Off comes Jake Keeton into a flapjack onto the mat! Rising Nighthawk gets caught by O2 with a kick to the midsection. Rolling DVD plants Nighthawk neck first right onto Jake Keeton! Franks: Omar Owens is rolling! Quadros: If he starts break dancing I quit! He covers Nighthawk! 1!…2!…2.99993136213145!! Clutch KICK OUT by Nighthawk! No argument from Owens as he picks up Jake Keeton and throws him overboard! Keeton lands on the floor and rolls next to Chris Michaels. Franks: Looks like Omar Owens wants to single out the PWA World Heavyweight Champion, Ray. Quadros: Smart plan. O2 stalks the weary Nighthawk, setting him up from behind for the Last Gasp! He begs Nighthawk on to get to his feet! Nighthawk to a knee, now up onto both feet! Owens pounces for the Last Gasp! Nighthawk blocks his neck! He spins around and chops! WHOOO! Chop! WHOOO! Chop! WHOOO! Spinning backfist by Nighthawk sends Omar Owens to the ropes! The Champion looks for a whip…reversed by O2 right into a tight power slam! Cover! 1!…2!…THREE! Freak Nasty 1 raises his arms in victory but Referee Sasha Brown waves it off! KICK OUT! Nighthawk got the shoulder up! Again, no argument from Omar Owens but Freak Nasty 1, he sure is complaining about that one. O2 yanks up Nighthawk for a parting shot here, dropping him with a sit-out fisherman’s buster! Feeling confident now, Omar Owens head to the top turnbuckle. He hops up and looks down at Nighthawk! Here comes the Positively Breathtaking Moonsault! Franks: NO! Quadros: Forgot about him didn’t you? Before Owens could even dare to take off, Jake Keeton hopped up onto the ring apron and took the legs out from underneath him! O2 gets caught with some turnbuckle between his legs! Here comes Keeton! Back into the ring and climbing up onto the top turnbuckle with Owens! He cinches the back of O2’s tights and powers backwards! SUPERPLEX! The ring rocks as the two landed hard! FN1 covers his face! They were so close! Jake Keeton pops up and grabs his lower back. He ain’t done yet. He picks up what’s left of Omar Owens and finishes him off with a Capture Brainbuster! But again, before he can even attempt a cover, there’s Nighthawk firing forearms into the side of Keeton’s head. Three forearms to the head of Keeton gives him the room to execute a wheelbarrow arm drag. Omar Owens slowly gets up and isn’t entirely with it yet after that superplex. Nighthawk catches him with a kick low! Deliverance! NO! Owens is able to wiggle free and go around the back! Last Gasp by Owens! NO! Again, Nighthawk blocks his neck and grabs the arm of Owens! The PWA World Heavyweight Champion sits out and catches Omar Owens with the HANGMAN’S CLUTCH from the block! Franks: The Hangman’s Clutch! Quadros: Freak Nasty 1’s eyes are bugging out of his head! He didn’t expect that and neither did Owens! The crowd roars loudly as the flash photography goes off! Omar Owens is reaching out for the ropes, trying to tough it out! Nighthawk leans back, applying more pressure to the arm of O2! The crowd starts chanting “Tap! Tap! Tap!” but Owens is a tough customer! Freak Nasty 1 starts pounding the ring apron, trying to will his client on! Referee Sasha Brown asks if he wants to give up…NO! He’s not giving up just yet! Nighthawk applies more pressure, yelling out as his own adrenaline rises! “Tap! Tap! Tap!” Omar Owens shakes his head as Nighthawk brings him to the breaking point! Jake Keeton is up! Keeton is up and falls back into the corner for a breather. He’s not going to give O2 any help here! Referee Sasha Brown asks one more time! He can’t do it! He taps! Omar Owens TAPS OUT! The crowd goes wild as Nighthawk releases the Hangman’s Clutch! Referee Brown calls for it! Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen, as a result of submission…Omar Owens has been eliminated! Franks: Omar Owens has tapped out! We’re down to two! Quadros: I’m not a fan of Omar Owens but that was the smart thing to do there. Can’t be Champion if you have a broken arm. Omar Owens rolls out of the ring, clutching his arm in pain. Freak Nasty 1 comes to his side and looks to see if he’s all right. Owens slumps over and keeps holding his arm. He may need his elbow reset after that one. Freak and Owens make their way backstage to get that arm checked out. Meanwhile, Nighthawk gets to a knee and stares down Jake Keeton, who is leaning over in the corner. Franks: And here we go, Ray. The PWA World Heavyweight Champion versus Jake Keeton. Winner take all. Quadros: A year and a half ago these two were battling it out for the PWA Light Heavyweight Championship, Carl. Keeton has owned Nighthawk in the ring, beating him three of four times one-on-one. Franks: But let’s not forget their draw match during the European Tour. The Morgantown fans chime in with a “Best in the World!” chant. Ask Nighthawk and he’ll tell you they’re cheering him on. Ask Keeton, and he’ll tell you he’s the best in the world. We’re going to find out right here, right now who can claim that title as well as the PWA World Heavyweight Championship. Nighthawk says bring it on as he looks for a tie-up to reestablish this match. Jake Keeton steps out of the corner and prepares himself. He’s game. The two former Light Heavyweight Champions clash in the middle of the ring as if this match has just started all over again. They tussle back and forth to gain the advantage until Keeton singles in a knee to the midsection. Headlock by Keeton turned around into a German suplex attempt! Blocked by Nighthawk with his foot. The World Heavyweight Champion works on Keeton’s waist lock, powering the clasp high and up over his head. Turning Keeton’s waistlock into his own wristlock around the back, Nighthawk brings the hold high in an attempt to dislocate Keeton’s shoulder. Jake Keeton has other plans as he presses himself forward to the ropes, sending Nighthawk off balance and losing the wrist lock. Off the cables comes Keeton with a bulldozing shoulder block that drops Nighthawk with a thud. Keeton with a follow up stomp to the face of the Champion with a little extra face wash to disfigure Nighthawk’s face. The Champion clutches his nose on the mat just as Keeton drops another stomp. No good there as Nighthawk grabs the heel of Keeton and rolls through into the Iron Lace leg hold. Franks: Great counter by Nighthawk as he used Keeton’s own aggression against him. Quadros: Well you have to admit, Jake Keeton has been a pitbull in this match-up. Referee Brown asks Keeton if he’s interested in giving up. He shakes his head and works on his positioning. Nighthawk holds firm on the leg, contorting it in whatever the opposite direction it is Keeton moves in. Still at the same time, the All-American Nightmare Jake Keeton is able to work himself onto his palms and power himself up onto a good leg. Nighthawk remains holding on but Keeton takes a chance for an enzuigiri try! Nighthawk releases and catches the other leg! The World Heavyweight Champion lifts Keeton’s leg straight up, causing the All-American Nightmare to flip in place! Keeton lands on his two feet and plows over Nighthawk with a standing clothesline! Franks: Oh man! Keeton with that clothesline right out of that flip! Keeton pulls Nighthawk back up and clubs him across the neck! Bulling him back into a corner, Keeton puts a high knee into Nighthawk’s stomach. Again, he bashes Nighthawk across the back in the corner. Jake Keeton fires away a series of rights and lefts in the corner, drawing a warning from Referee Brown to give his opponent some room. Jake Keeton has no issue with that as he whips Nighthawk across the ring. The Champion springboards away from the turnbuckles but Keeton catches him right on his shoulder! Keeton looks to drill Nighthawk into the canvass but the World Heavyweight Champion shifts his momentum into a whirling DDT! Franks: Big reversal by Nighthawk to change the momentum again! Quadros: If Keeton was able to slam him into the mat, this would be all over. Again, “Best in the World!” chants kick up from the Morgantown crowd. Nighthawk acknowledges the fans as he picks himself back up. Rolling Keeton over, he makes a cover! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!! Not wasting any time, Nighthawk applies an inverted cloverleaf he calls the Kondo Clutch! Keeton grabs his head and tries to fight off the pain of the hold! Referee Sasha Brown asks if he wants to give up! That’s a NO! Keeton pounds the mat in pain but keeps himself confident. He gets onto the palms of his hands again and tries to get some of his own leverage. “Best in the World!” Getting his forearms into it now, he’s crawling along towards those ropes! Nighthawk senses he’s losing his grip so he releases the Kondo Clutch and drops an elbow across Keeton’s backside. Now trying to apply a crossface on the mat, Nighthawk doesn’t have much luck this time as Keeton makes a block and fires a back elbow into Nighthawk’s midsection. They both battle to their feet and this time Nighthawk sinks in the waist lock from behind. Suplex attempt by him is blocked by Keeton! He turns the tables and goes around the back…Dragon suplex! Keeton holds and rolls…Tiger suplex! Again, Keeton holds and rolls…pump handle suplex!! Franks: Nighthawk has been laid out by the Tri-Plex! Quadros: All right, there we go! Get back into this match, Keeton! The crowd yells “Best in the World!” while Jake Keeton stands back up. Standing moonsault for the pin! 1!…2!…THREE…KICK OUT says Referee Sasha Brown!! Keeton looks to ratchet up the tempo here as he pulls Nighthawk up and whipping him back into a corner. Running leg lariat by Keeton slams into Nighthawk’s face! The Champion is down in the corner, leaving himself open for Keeton’s repeated stomps to the face! Keeton looks out towards the crowd and executes a slingshot dropkick right to the face of the PWA World Heavyweight Champion! OH! Not finishes just yet as Keeton hops to the top turnbuckle. Sick looking Shooting Star Legdrop! He hooks the leg! 1!…2!…THREE…KICK OUT!! Franks: Oh another near fall here! Quadros: Bring the pain, Keeton! “Best in the World! Best in the World! Best in the World!” Jake Keeton drags up the sluggish Nighthawk and drops him on his head with a standing exploder suplex! Oh that’s gotta be it! Keeton hooks the leg! 1!…2!…2.999132546!! Clutch KICK OUT by Nighthawk! “Best in the World!” Jake Keeton says that’s it! He grabs Nighthawk by the hair and spins him around for the High Light of the Night! NO! Nighthawk pushes him off! Keeton turns around and walks into a kick to the stomach…DELIVERANCE!! Oh! Nighthawk caught him with an inverted cravate face slam! Both men are down! Franks: Oh man this is getting close! Quadros: No way we’re getting a draw this time, Carl! You either win it or you don’t! Referee Sasha Brown starts the 10-count! 1!…… 2!…… 3!…… 4!…… 5!……6!……Nighthawk starts to move! 7!……Here comes Jake Keeton now! 8!…… NI-! Both men are up and fighting for the victory! Nighthawk with a chop! WHOOO! Keeton with a forearm! Nighthawk with a chop! WHOOO! Keeton with a forearm! Nighthawk with a chop! WHOOO!! Keeton with a kick low! Hammerlock…SIN WITH A GRIN!! Oh what a hammerlock cradle DDT! “Best in the World!“ He hooks the leg! ONE!…TWO!!…THREE!!…NO! NO! NO says Referee Sasha Brown! KICK OUT by Nighthawk! “Best in the World!” Quadros: I’m pretty damn sure that was a three, Carl! Jake Keeton looks up like what the fuck?! He pulls up Nighthawk one more time! He whips him towards the ropes! Catches Nighthawk with a tilt-a-whirl…Nighthawk reverses into an arm drag the air! Jake Keeton flies and bowls over Referee Sasha Brown! Nighthawk staggers and lands on top of Jake Keeton and applies the HANGMAN’S CLUTCH!!! The crowd goes nuts! Franks: Hangman’s Clutch again! He got Owens! Can he get Keeton? Quadros: This can’t be happening! Jake Keeton is yelling out in pain as Nighthawk applies the pressure to the arm! He leans back, adding more pressure! Keeton is holding on, pounding the mat in pain! He just has to hold on! Nighthawk is so close! He can feel it! He yells out TAP! Jake Keeton isn’t tapping yet! Even if he did, Referee Sasha Brown is down for the moment! TAP! NO! Keeton isn’t tapping! Quadros: Hang on! The crowd is at a fever pitch! They know this is a tough spot for Jake Keeton to be in! Nighthawk rocks back a little more! He’s going to break Jake Keeton’s arm if he has to! Keeton reaches out with his free arm! The ropes are too far away! TAP! Keeton shakes his head no but finds himself helpless! A little more pressure from Nighthawk and the arm is going to break! OH! BOOO!!! Franks: That mother fucker!! Quadros: Carl! The roof of the place nearly caves in with a roar of BOOS as “Hotshot” Chris Michaels slides into the ring and kicks Nighthawk in the head, breaking up the Hangman’s Clutch! He pulls up the PWA World Heavyweight Champion and flips him inside out with the WHY ME?! Nighthawk lands on his face! Michaels rolls out of the ring and watches what happens! Franks: Chris Michaels looks absolutely fine! He was faking it here at ringside! Quadros: Divine intervention, Carl! It’s a miracle! Referee Sasha Brown gets up slowly and turns around, finding both wrestlers down. Jake Keeton gets up, holding his arm in pain, and looks out towards the ringside where Chris Michaels looks on. Keeton DOES NOT look happy at all. He hops up onto the top turnbuckle and looks down at the laid out Nighthawk! THRILLBILLY DELUXE! The slingshot corkscrew splash connects! Referee Sasha Brown counts while the crowd is in disgust. ONE!…TWO!…THREE!! DING! DING! DING! Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and NEW Premiere Wrestling Alliance World Heavyweight Champion….JAKE…KEEEETON!! There’s a mixed reaction to this as Referee Brown hands off the title belt to Jake Keeton. He snatches it out of her hand and doesn’t even celebrate. He straps it over his bum shoulder and stares out at Chris Michaels. The Hotshot claps his hands together towards Keeton, bravo! Jake Keeton isn’t so fond of the assist as he rolls out of the ring and looks to confront Michaels about it. Chris Michaels runs backstage and wants nothing to do with what just happened. He has another match tonight! Franks: What the Hell! Perfectly good match ruined by Chris Michaels interference! Quadros: Keeton didn’t want his help, Carl. In fact, Keeton wants to kick his ass right now! But it doesn’t matter, he was the better man tonight! Franks: Yeah I don’t think this is over by a long shot! THE LAST TIME! Written by: Neil Just watching what happened overhead and seeing Jake Keeton win the PWA World Heavyweight Title, Co-Commissioner Wren Chesney buries her face in her hands and shakes her head in disgust. She fucking hates Jake Keeton! Co-Commish Samantha Teague-Gaither can’t help but laugh. Gaither: Ha ha! Wren: Oh shut the hell up! Gaither: That’s what you get for being such a bitch, Wren. Jake Keeton is the World Champion. Wren: This shouldn’t have happened! It wouldn’t have happened if…if… Gaither: Chris Michaels didn’t get involved? Wren: No! It wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for Nikki Cortez getting involved in MY business! That bitch has worked here for the last time! Victor, let’s go! VCR: Yes, ma’am! Mr. Roberts and Mrs. Chesney leave the skybox in disgust. Samantha Teague-Gaither is left alone, staring down at the ring being cleaned up. Maybe this night won’t be bad for her after all. PWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP - Ladder Match - The Era vs. M&M Written by: Dan PREVIEW: In the main event of the night, the PWA fans get a treat with this Mob Rules 2 re-match between the Era and M&M. Right now the Tag Team Division is at it’s peak with these two teams continuing the roll they’ve been on since the tournament. Bryce Michaels has turned heads in PWA and seems to be regaining his deadly form. He can hit that C-4 from any position. London McCormack shocked the world last month when he pulled double-duty and took home both the Atlantic Title and a Tag Team strap. Now he has half the work this night. Chris Michaels is the one pulling double-duty this time as he battles for the World Heavyweight Championship just before this main event match. Will he have enough left in the tank? And Dade Davis is coming off an ankle injury at the hands of McCormack’s Flux Capacitor. Will he be in good enough shape to climb the ladder and take the Tag Team Championship home? The odds favor M&M but you can never count out The Era. Carl Franks: It is main event time Ray and what a night it has already been. Ray Quadros: I don’t know if I have ever seen so many ladders before Carl. CF: It has been a long strange road to get here fans, to a point where the once vacant, and long vacant tag-team titles are main eventing a PWA PayPerView. RQ: It all started two months ago at Vow Carl, when Chris Michaels and Dade Davis made a shocking return to PWA. CF: On that same night, seedings were announced for a tournament to crown new tag-team champions after the titles had been vacant for a year Ray. Ryan Shane and Jake Keeton, along with the 21st Century Ratpack were the favorites…the Era were the intangibles…Bryce Michaels and London McCormack, almost an afterthought. RQ: But they proved themselves more than worthy Carl, even I have to admit that. Yes, Dade and Chris came back with a vengeance upending Cornerstone and then Va’aiga and Jostrodomus, but honestly M&M may have been more impressive. CF: Impressive Ray because they opened beating that fresh, poignant new team of Cross Recoba and Freddy Fandango and then beat PWA’s greatest all-time tag-team in Shane and Keeton. Then, at Mob Rules 2, in one of the best matches thus far in 2009…M&M beat The Era when Dade Davis tapped out to a London McCormack ankle lock and London and Bryce became the tag-team champions of the world. RQ: Dade and Chris swung back though. CF: They did, and both teams have faultered since their Mob Rules match, but both have also succeeded, culminating in the two teams joining forces for an eight-man tag team win last week at Conflict 2. It has been a long, strange road. But here we are, the main event of High Stakes 2 and the world tag-team titles literally hang in the balance. RQ: It’s a long way from Calgary, Alberta, Canada…home of the original High Stakes Carl. CF: One year ago at this event…Bryce Michaels lost to a former world champion…Dade Davis fell short in challenging for a title…Chris Michaels successfully retained a title…London McCormack won a title, in a ladder match. Some things will change, some will stay the same…it’s an ironic trip, but now it’s time. Let’s go down to Freddy Ferdinand with the introductions. Freddy Ferdinand: The following contest is the main event of the evening. It is a ladder match for the PWA Tag-Team championship! ["Back in the day....I dedicated my life to becoming a big rock and roll star....." "Bait & Switch" by Saliva hits the PA and out from the curtain comes The Era, "The Franchise" Dade Davis, followed by "HotShot" Chris Michaels as blue pyro showers down from above. They have arrogant smiles on their faces as they stroll to the ring, forgoing the outstretched hands of fans in the arena. Davis slides into the ring under the bottom rope while Michaels makes his way in up the steps, showing a few affects from the world title match he just went through. Michaels goes to the near corner, climbs to the second rope and raises his arms in the air. Davis heads to the far corner, climbs to the second rope and arrogantly raises his chin to the crowd as yellow pyro shoots from the vacant corners.] Freddy Ferdinand: Introducing first, they are the challengers…”The Franchise” Dade Davis and “HotShot” Chris Michaels…The ERA! [The two meet in the middle on the ring and shake hands as they stare straight up at the world tag-team titles dangling about the ring.] Freddy Ferdinand: And their opponents, they are the reigning and defending Premiere Wrestling Alliance tag-team champions…”The Natural” Bryce Michaels and “The Future” London McCormack…M&M! [An odd mashup of Kanye West’s “Stronger” and Alice in Chains’ “Man in a Box” hits as M&M appears on the stage to a rowdy ovation, McCormack adorned in the golden glow of the Atlantic title belt. The two men make their way down the ramp and casually enter the ring, being careful and patient watching The Era as they await the bell.] CF: The teams are face to face. And here we go! [Bell Sounds] CF: M&M are the agressors to starts as they slug away at The Era and send both members of the team into the ropes. Dade and Chris shoot back and both men are backdropped, by McCormack and Bryce Michaels respectively! RQ: And look at M&M, smart men going for the ladders right away. CF: But Dade and Chris don’t want any of that as they follow M&M out of the ring and cut them off, just a slugfest outside of the ring and The Era sends M&M back in. This is one of those matches Ray where you know these four are going to take a lot of chances and you will see a lot of high risk offense. RQ: Go big or go home! CF: The Era has M&M in opposite corners and Dade Davis whips his partner from one end to the other and HotShot spears Bryce Michaels in the gut. The two do the same the other way as HotShot sends Dade at London McCormack in the other corner with a crushing clothsline. RQ: Awesome teamwork. CF: And now The Era will waste no time in going outside for some steel support, but here comes M&M. It is way too early Ray, in my estimation, for either team to try and even consider closing this thing out. RQ: Way, way too early. Neither one is going to give in that quickly. Not with so much at stake. CF: Both teams back in and M&M pounds away. With HotShot down, they whip Dade Davis into the rope and knock him down with a double clothsline. Bryce Michaels off the rope now and he drops a leg onto the throat of The Franchise. Chris Michaels is working his way to his feet and he’s standing at the rope, looking outside the ring at a pair of ladders by the entrance and here comes London McCormack, charging at him RQ: And Michaels ducks! HotShot with some quick thinking! CF: Chris Michaels just backdropped the Atlantic champion over the top to the floor and here comes Bryce at him and he clothslines Chris over to join London on the outside…now Davis is up and he grabs Bryce, looking for The Franchiser? But Bryce spins out. RQ: And Chris Michaels dropkicks a ladder into the face of London McCormack! CF: On the floor, London had a ladder in hand, but Chris Michaels dropkicked it into his face. This may be a tough match to keep up with Ray, four men all at once and a load full of ladders all around this ring area. RQ: I hope it ends up bloody. CF: You are sick Ray. Bryce is now on the ring apron and he leaps off, connecting with a clothsline that takes Chris Michaels down. A lot of impact and a lot of risk that you will see extensively in this match Ray and here’s Davis! The biggest man in this match just slingshotted himself over the top rope onto Bryce Michaels on the floor! RQ: Hang time! CF: And this one may be over quickly. Dade Davis back in the ring, ladder in hand and he’s headed up…but here’s London pulling him down and slamming the former world champion hard into the mat! And now London is headed up, but Chris Michaels does the same to McCormack, pulling him off the ladder. RQ: A little of that lather, rinse, repeat method Carl. CF: And Michaels is headed up, but Bryce comes in to cut him off. And hell with pulling HotShot down, Bryce Michaels just tips the ladder over on it’s side. Davis now knocking Bryce away from the ladder and runs and London in the far corner with the ladder, impaling London. Davis now, uses that ladder as a springboard and dropkicks London in the corner! RQ: Nowhere to go for London McCormack, who was pinned in by that ladder, but I think Dade Davis did more harm than good because the only place he had to land after executing that dropkick was on the ladder itself. CF: You are right Ray and Davis is down in pain. Chris Michaels has the ladder and he is propping it up in the corner. HotShot whips Bryce Michaels into the corner and his back crashes against that steel. Chris backing up and charges at Bryce with a splash, but The Natural moves and Chris Michaels himself crashes face first into the ladder. RQ: Davis is up to strike Bryce just in time for London McCormack to get up and fire away with shots on Davis! CF: To keep both of your opponents down long enough to climb a ladder may be a chore Ray. And London is the only one up and he’s got the ladder. McCormack looking to end it, up five rungs on that ladder, but Davis is up and he charges. Davis is climbing that ladder on the same side as London. He has the Atlantic champion hooked and reverse ddt! Dade Davis just took London off that ladder and now all four men are down in the ring. RQ: Chaos, carnage, I love it! CF: And Davis is now slowly climbing that ladder, we know Ray how badly he wants the tag-team titles. But here comes Bryce Michaels behind him! RQ: Nobody can get any alone time in this match! CF: That’s the point Ray. And here is Bryce with a belly to back suplex off the ladder! Dade Davis to the canvas with a thundering noise. That is going to leave a mark for sometime, perhaps internally Ray. RQ: No wasted time here as Bryce Michaels heads back up the ladder….but Chris is up and he’s got Bryce…. CF: Powerbomb! HotShot just powerbombed Bryce Michaels off the ladder and now he’s headed up. Nobody is wasting anytime tonight. RQ: Look over in the corner though Carl. CF: It’s London McCormack. McCormack just came flying across the ring and dropkicked Chris Michaels off the ladder. And once again, maybe for old time’s sake…all four men are down! RQ: Dade Davis is the first to stir and I think Carl that he is going to go for a second ladder! CF: Davis is indeed outside now, but he is joined by London McCormack outside and these two are slugging away at each other. You have to wonder if Dade’s ankle is weak at all still. DAMN! Dade shoves McCormack away and put his hands on that ladder long enough to be met with a suicide dive from Bryce Michaels. Now The Natural and The Franchise are down outside of the ring. RQ: And London McCormack is the one who will decide to utilize that second ladder. CF: McCormack slides the ladder in, but HotShot up now and he baseball slides into that ladder and kicks in back into McCormack's face. A veteran move from the living legend Chris Michaels. RQ: Michaels has been on a rally since returning. CF: Indeed he has. McCormack on the outside and Michaels launches himself over the top rope. Big spot by Chris Michaels. He is the key reason that veterans continue to surge. Chris Michaels is not the youngest dog in the fight, but he is the most wiley. Michaels now slides McCormack in the ring and then rolls in that ladder. Meanwhile Dade and Bryce can barely stand but they are still slugging away at each other in the aisle way. ChrisMichaels now setting the ladder up in the far corner now and goes back over to McCormack. McCormack gets in a shot to the midsection, but Michaels fights back. Right hands by Michaels, a boot and now WHY ME?! Micheals with WHY ME?! RQ: Count McCormack out now. CF: But Michaels is not going for that title. RQ: No Chris. CF: Hot Shot back across that ring, climbing to the top of the ladder. Will he? Yes! Hot Shot flies through the air with a big splash from the top of the ladder, but the impact took HotShot down as well. RQ: Sometimes though, the big risk can pay dividends. CF: But will it here? Davis and Bryce are not even looking like they are interested in being in the ring now. Down in the entrance aisle, Bryce sends Dade’s back crashing into the barricade that separates the aisle from this capacity crowd. And Dade is in pain. RQ: Dade wanted a match with punishment, M&M will be two men who will oblige Carl, I assure you that. CF: HotShot is slowly crawling to his feet though. McCormack is still out. Hot Shot moving the ladder and he climbs slowly, inch by inch, rung by rung. Hot Shot has his fingertips on the title! RQ: New champs! CF: But here comes Bryce Michaels racing in and he tips over that ladder just in time, sending Chris Michaels to straddle that top rope! RQ: No more little HotShots I’d guess. CF: And Bryce pulling Chris down and is he locking in a sleeper hold? A rest hold in a ladder match? Now I’ve seen it all. RQ: Hell, I’m already tired so I know these guys have to be. CF: We have seen how submission heavy M&M can be in the past, it is how they won these tag-team titles. And that's carried over till today. Now, there's no submission, so he can keep this hold locked on as long as he wants! RQ: But that would bore everybody! CF: I think his goal here is to win the world title Ray. Entertaining you isn't his first priority. RQ: Well it should be! CF: Michaels leaning back, putting more pressure onto the back of HotShot! Michaels trying to get some leverage and get back to his feet... Bryce now lets go of the hold, he's got the head of Chris and tucks it under his arm.. Dragon Sleeper!! He's still got his knee digging into the back of Chris Michaels..... he could very well get the former Premiere champ to pass out from the pain here, it has already been a long and strange night for Chris Michaels. RQ: And what does that prove? Making Chris pass out? CF: It gives him a clear shot to get the ladder and grab the belt! RQ: I wanna see Michaels climb a ladder... this guy doesn't even clean his own gutters, he pays someone to do it! CF: Do you clean yours? RQ: This isn't about me! CF: Well Bryce Michaels has done a good job with controlling the tempo of this segment of the matchup, keeping Chris Michaels slowed with these submission maneuvers! Michaels now struggling to get to his feet... OOH, a thumb to the eye breaks the hold! Michaels now crawling away and holding his back... Bryce Michaels pulls him up and sends him into the ropes.... back body drop! Chris Michaels lands hard onto his back! Michaels back to his feet, walks right into a HUGE clothesline from The Natural! Michaels staggering to his feet.... Michaels setting up.. Michaels turns.. SPEAR! Chris Michaels just got nailed. RQ: Get up, Chris! And by the way, can you stop saying Michaels? I got lost there for a minute. CF: And here comes Dade Davis, he’s going to stop the momentum of Bryce Michaels. The two exchanging punches now! Bryce Michaels ducks a big haymaker from Davis, but The Franchise connects with the just-to-his-feet London McCormack, sending the Atlantic champion toppling to the floor. Bryce follows up by sending Dade to join him with a clothsline. Back to just the Michaels’ in the ring Ray. RQ: Ok ERA, you can stop letting him feel good about himself now! CF: With Bryce temporarily distracted, Chris is climbing the turnbuckles now, it looks like he's gonna go off the top rope.... waiting for Michaels to turn around! RQ: Watch out! CF: OOOH, and Bryce Michaels dives forward into the ropes, snagging Chris MICHAELS on the top turnbuckle! Michaels now with some hard shots to the midsection.. HotShot falls into tree of woe position! Bryce Michaels now has a ladder.. OOOH, he just drove it right into the midsection of Chris.. OOOH, and again... and again!! RQ: If you wanna bring a ladder into the ring, you better be prepared to use it... and Bryce Michaels was! CF: Well, there's nothing illegal about that in this match. HotShot hits the mat hard! Bryce Michaels now stomping away on the midsection of Chris.. it looks like he's trying to injure his ribs. RQ: It is smart of Bryce to try and pick apart the guy in this match who already wrestled once tonight. The ERA did the same to London McCormack at Mob Rules. CF: Michaels now lifts the ladder.... and drops it right onto Chris! Chris Michaels's ribs have got to be hurting from this! Michaels now pulling off the ladder.. he's setting it up in the middle of the ring. Chris slowly struggles to his feet.. he goes for a big right hand, blocked by Bryce Michaels..he's got him hooked, C-4!! C-4!! That could do it!! RQ: Dy-no-mite! CF: Don’t ever say that again. RQ: What? CF: Michaels now climbing the ladder... this is most likely gonna do it... he's even stopping to play up to the crowd. RQ: They may be happy about it here, damn hicks of West Virginia. That other Virginia LOVES the Era. CF: Wait a second, Chris is up to his knees, he lunges forward.. Bryce Michaels doesn't see him, he's reaching for the belt and DOWN GOES BRYCE MICHAELS! The ladder falls, and one half of the tag champions hits the mat hard! RQ: Did Chris Michaels just shoulder block the ladder out of desperation? CF: I believe he did. RQ: And it worked?! CF: Both men are down and out here at ringside, London McCormack and Dade Davis are going at it Ray. McCormack nailing Davis with a wide array of chops and uppercuts that have The Franchise staggering. Dade responds my kicking London in the ankle, that ankle Dade says he plans to break tonight…and Davis slams McCormack’s head into the announce table! RQ: That’s it, I want hazard pay. CF: You know how it works, Robbie! Chris now staggering up to his feet in the ring... he's setting up the ladder... is he gonna try to get the belt? No, he's pulling Bryce Michaels to his feet. He sends Michaels into the ropes... drop toe hold, Bryce Michaels slams into the ladder! Chris sets Bryce Michaels up between his legs... powerbomb.. no, Bryce slips out and goes for a neckbreaker that is blocked by Chris! These two know eachother quite well Ray. Chris Michaels turns, goes for a boot... Bryce Michaels catches his foot, he spins him around.. OOH, Chris Michaels catches him with a back elbow!! Chris Michaels has him hooked, DDT!!! RQ: Look at the poise of the HotShot here Carl! CF: Michaels now sets up the ladder in the center of the ring and quickly begins climbing. Bryce slowly getting to his feet... RQ: Climb you old bastard! CF: Bryce Michaels runs over and begins climbing the other side of the ladder... they're both quickly climbing to the top! Chris Michaels with some rights, Bryce Michaels absorbs them and counters with some punches of his own! Chris Michaels slides down a rung.. Bryce Michaels reaching for the belt... Davis is in and he is shaking the ladder and OOH, both men fall to the ground, the ladder with them! RQ: Why would Dade Davis risk his own partner falling? CF: I am not sure Ray. London McCormack is making his way back into the ring, while Dade Davis is trying to rouse his partner and Chris Michaels looks groggy. And here comes McCormack, he dropkicks Dade Davis in the back of the head and sends his rival down to the mat. London grabs Chris and pulls him up, swinging away with some clubbing forearms, but Davis spins around with a leg sweep on McCormack, just as Chris in unison gives himself space and sends London McCormack down with a superkick! What great tandem offense from the veteran team here. RQ: Did you just give the Era credit? CF: Indeed I did Ray. RQ: Chris Michaels now tosses a ladder onto the body of London McCormack and Dade Davis is headed up top. CF: It is rare to see Davis use high risk antics, but he did it successfully in that eight-man tag match at Conflict 2 and he’s looking for a homerun ball here. I think he’s going to crush McCormack under that ladder but Bryce Michaels has other ideas. RQ: Chris cuts Bryce off and the two are slugging away, reaching for eachother over the top of that ladder and the prone body of London McCormack. CF: But Dade Davis is not going to wait! Davis flys off the top with that Silver Spoon swanton and the ladder smashes down on London and at the same time, one end shoots up and hits both The Natural and the HotShot in the face and the Michaels’ both go down like a ton of bricks. That Ray may be concussion worthy! RQ: That’s what they get for being in the way. CF: I have to say Ray, while I have time with all four men down…AGAIN…if these two teams have not fully elevated the PWA tag-team division before, they have without a doubt already done so tonight. RQ: Once I never knew if I’d see an actual tag-team division back in PWA but I am glad that I have. And I am equally glad that it was these two teams that have taken the lead. Taking nothing away from the likes of 21CRP or the defunct Cornerstone team or even Keeton and Shane, but these were the right two teams to revitalize the division. CF: And they have made sure that everyone knows they agree Ray. RQ: I wouldn’t want any other main event Carl. CF: McCormack is on his feet first Davis almost to his feet. McCormack runs over and is delivering forearm blows to the back of Davis. McCormack pushes Davis into the corner of the ring and delivers a big chop across the chest, and another, and another... RQ: Those chops are so loud you can hear them all the way up in the nosebleeds! CF: McCormack pulls the ladder up and sets it up against the turnbuckles. McCormack pulls Davis to his feet. He's going for an Irish whip... NO! Reversed by Davis, but then reversed one more time by London! Davis goes flying face first into the ladder! Dade staggers back, McCormack turns him around... boot to the midsection... side effect! This one could be over! RQ: That was like a really messed up merry-go-round! CF: London wasting no time, he grabs the ladder and sets it up in the middle of the ring! Dade is slowly getting up on his feet. London now hops down off the ladder and grabs Dade, he wants to make sure he's out. RQ: Ugh... does he have alzheimers? Go up the ladder! CF: He needs to make sure that Davis is out, Ray. Davis staggers back up to his feet.. McCormack with another boot to the midsection.. and now he's got him set up for acrucifix powerbomb! It looks like Dade is about to be owned! RQ: No! CF: Wait a second.. McCormack looks like he's struggling here, those hard shots to the ribs from the ladder may be catching up with him... Davis slips out of the hold!! Davis spins him around... belly to back! Dade now stomping away on the ribs of McCormack, trying to further injure those ribs! Davis now with the legs of McCormack... slingshot into the ladder!! McCormack's busted open! RQ: Finally! I was beginning to think I would get cheated here. CF: Davis now takes the ladder.. what's he doing? He's sliding it under the ropes... Watch out Ray, he's putting the end of it on our broadcast table! This should give you folks an idea of how long this 15 foot ladder really is.. as Dade has essentially made a bridge from the ring to our table! RQ: This is gonna be good!! CF: Davis pulls London to his feet and sends him into the ropes.... sleeperhold by Davis!! Davis has it locked in good, and McCormack's onto one knee. This match has been brutal for both me, and Davis is trying to get a breather while draining the energy out of his opponent! RQ: At his age, Davis needs a nap right around now. In fact, it's probably way past the time he watches Charlie Rose and falls asleep. CF: The crowd's really getting behind McCormack here... trying to give him some motivation to get up.. RQ: Cheer for Davis, you idiots! CF: I don't think you're gonna sway the crowd, Ray. London’s starting to show some life.. he's up to one knee, now onto both knees, now to his feet.. Davis looks clearly frustrated by this. McCormack with an elbow to the midsection.. now another one! Davis breaks the hold! Davis bounces off the ropes... OOH, Davis with a blantant low blow!! RQ: No kids for anyone in this match in the future! CF: Pun intended? RQ: What?…Oh, like London is the Future. That’s witty Franks. Terrible, but witty. CF: Davis now leads McCormack to the ropes, where he's set up this bridge. Davis goes out to the apron, it looks like he's gonna try for a suplex... NO! Reversal.. McCormack suplexes Davis back into the ring! Davis quickly back to his feet, London ducks a clothesline, he ducks another.. then send Davis down with a dropkick! He pulls Davis up and sends him into the ropes... BACK BODY DROP ONTO THE LADDER!! The ladder falls to the ground, Davis might be broken in half! RQ: He can't.... that's not...... NO! CF: Well, that ladder has probably seen it's last action, as it looks to be slightly bent. McCormack now climbing out of the ring... he's not gonna be able to climb this ladder. Legdrop for good measure onto Davis and London with clubbing blows. McCormack back up to the ring apron and he slingshots himself off the ropes back into Davis' body with that asai moonsault! What a move from The Future! RQ: London McCormack wants to make an impression on Dade Davis, as if he hasn't already with that Flux Capacitor at Mob Rules. CF: McCormack gets back to his feet, and he's looking under the ring. RQ: Like we don’t have multiple ladders at ringside! CF: Wait, he’s not going for a ladder. London McCormack has a steel chair. And he is wrapping it around the ankle of Dade Davis. It looks like the Atlantic champion may be beating The Franchise to the punch in the ankle breaking. RQ: What?! Fire whoever left that there! This is not a TLC match Carl, this is not allowed, CF: It's standard equipment, Ray. And while it is specifically a ladder match, there are no disqualifications. And wait, here comes Chris Michaels to his partner’s rescue and he chases London into the ring, away from Dade. RQ: Thank god. CF: Chris slides in and immediately, London stomps away on Chris. HotShot fighting his way to his feet, but London McCormack hits him with that Pele Kick and he is going to make a play for the title belts. As his partner is still pulling himself together outside the ring and The Era is down, it’s London McCormack’s match to win. RQ: Or lose. CF: McCormack climbing that ladder, step by step, just as he did one year ago Ray. RQ: History isn’t supposed to repeat itself. CF: McCormack is slow up that ladder as the crimson continues to pour out of his forehead. The Future is drained and literally dragging himself up the ladder, but looking at the downed Era members with a wicked smile on his bloody face. But Dade Davis is rolling into the ring, he needs to make a desperation move here as London McCormack’s fingers are inches from that title belt…but Davis grabs his ankle! Davis has a hold of London’s ankle and McCormack is trying to kick his way free, but Davis has it tight and The Franchise has just yanked London down by the ankle and he has an ankle lock wrapped onto London! The ladder follows them down to the mat. RQ: Reversal of fortune. Look at the psychotic look on Davis’ face! Davis has snapped and he wants to hear one. CF: But Bryce Michaels makes the save! Michaels hits Dade with a big flying knee to the face and HotShot is quick to follow, cutting off Bryce as London is trying to recover and he is rolling around there slugging away with Davis as they rumble to the floor. Bryce Michaels gaining the advantage and looking for the C-4! RQ: Reversed! Chris just spun out. CF: A boot to the gut and Why Me?! Why Me?! RQ: Now put that ladder up and climb Chris, climb. CF: He has the ladder alright Ray. But I don’t think he’s going for gold. Chris Michaels is setting that ladder up in the far corner. What the hell does Chris Michaels have in mind here? RQ: Big risk, big reward? CF: Michaels is climbing that ladder, facing away from the center of the ring where Bryce Michaels lays….MOONSAULT! You have to be kidding me! Chris Michaels with a picture perfect moonsault from the top of that ladder. I have never in my life Ray seen an image quite like Chris Michaels flying the air right there. Such grace, like he was the godfather of that move or something. RQ: He’s old enough to be. I think Chris Michaels may be older than the moonsault. CF: Nobody is sparred from your insults, are they? RQ: Never. CF: Oh no Ray, here comes the world champion? RQ: What business does he have out here? CF: None really. Just prior to this match, Jake Keeton became the world champion in part thanks to Chris Michaels, though Jake made it known that he was not happy with the assist. And he is eyeballing Chris Michaels as he walks to the ring with that gold belt in his hand. RQ: M&M might have found their ace in the hole. CF: McCormack setting up a ladder as he has left Davis on the outside here. And Chris Michaels is struggling to his feet to cut off McCormack and he sends London down with a big right hand. And here comes Keeton into the ring! Chris Michaels is distracted with London McCormack and Keeton is sneaking up behind him. RQ: Turn around dammit! CF: And he does. Chris Michaels has just seen Jake Keeton and the two men are standing face to face jawing back and forth. M&M was convinced that Chris would be distracted with world title problems and they may have been right, but who else would have thought that it would be post-world title match that would cause the most problems. RQ: Chris’ fists are balling up. Oh boy. CF: Title shot! No! What?! Jake Keeton just struck London McCormack in the face with the world title belt! What in the hell?! RQ: Dear god. CF: And Chris Michaels is laughing. Chris Michaels is laughing. Bryce Michaels is getting up and looking on in complete horror and shock at Jake Keeton! And here comes Davis….Dade Davis just grabbed Bryce Michaels from behind and hits The Natural with that Franchiser, inverted DDT. RQ: I think I just pee’d my pants. CF: And these three men are all stomping out M&M and referee Pierre French is trying to keep The Era and especially Jake Keeton at bay, but Davis is just restraining the referee so that Michaels and Keeton can punish M&M. And Jake Keeton now slaps Chris on the back, looks at Dade and point up! Don’t let it end this way! RQ: All good things must come to an end. CF: HotShot and Dade are climbing either side of that ladder. London McCormack is stirring long enough to get hit with another shot from Jake Keeton! I can’t believe what the hell I am seeing. Dade and Chris shake hands at the top of the ladder as they unstrap the tag-team belts! Seven years in the making since they have held tag gold. It’s over… [Bell Sounds] CF: This is just despicable Ray. Freddy Ferdinand: Here are your winners and NEW World Tag-Team Champions….Dade Davis, Chris Michaels…The ERA! RQ: Glorious. CF: It’s like the devil just made a deal with the devil. Michaels, Davis and Keeton?! Dear god, who is going to help us all now? [The announcers go quiet as three men stand in a ring that is beginning to fill with trash from the fans in the arena. While Michaels and Keeton laugh back and forth with each other, Davis presses against the rope gripping his tag-team title belt with evil obsession and mocks the fans kissing the belt as they pelt him and his cohorts with more trash. Dade rejoins the other two and the final scene of High Stakes 2 shows Chris Michaels, Jake Keeton and Dade Davis standing center ring with their arms all raised, each man holding their title belt high in the air as we fade to black.]

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