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Ignition
Saturday, October 21st, 2007
Wrigley Field in Chicago, Illinois
Arrival
By: Josh
The scene shifts to the backstage area as Miranda Buck is backstage with Jostrodomus who's just arrived at
the arena.
Miranda: First of all I'd like to say congratulations on your son Joz....
Jostrodomus: Thank you Miranda, it has been a great experience, once of which I'll never forget.
Miranda: Tonight...Shaun Andrews will try to take your world title...What's your feelings on this?
Joz sits there in silence for a few moments stroking his chin, as a smile widens across my face.
Jostrodomus: I'm just going to sit back and watch as he tries Miranda....Tonight the world will see Shaun
Andrews for his falsities and that's all there is to it...
She goes to ask another question but Joz has already walked off...You see her running around trying to find
someone else to interview, but the only one in sight is Jose Jose....The throws her arms in the air as Joz walks
completely out of sight.
Zex vs. Larry Fields
By: Josh
Biggs: What a night of pay-per-view action we have tonight, Ryan
Richardson: You better believe it. This is going to put PWA on the map.
Biggs: Ladies and gentlemen Ignition is underway here tonight as our first match up should prove to be a
solid one in what is shaping up to be a card for the ages.
Richardson: What if there were matches from before writing that were better though JJ? Would this one still
be one for the ages?
Biggs: Ryan sometimes I just think you ate paint chips as a child…And really right now I believe my theory
has been supported.
Richardson: Whatever you say sir, looks like Layne Marshall is ready in the ring.
Biggs: Ladies and gentlemen the opening match here tonight at Ignition is about underway as Zex squares off
against Larry Fields.
Richardson: A newcomer is Fields, as I look for him to get all but destroyed by Zex here tonight.
Biggs: Zex is a veteran in that ring, but has been on the losing side of many battles these past few months.
The scene shifts over to the ring where Layne Marshall is getting ready to call this one.
Layne Marshall: This match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring first standing 6 feet 3
inches tall and weighing in at 273 pounds!! Here is…THE BIG L….LARRY FIELDS!!!!!
The fans don’t much of a reaction as Fields comes out onto the rampway as some pyros go off behind him. He
raises his arms in the air and flexes before walking down the rampway. He gets up onto the apron and jumps over
the ropes and into the ring as he prepares for his upcoming match.
Layne Marshall: And his opponent from Toronto, Canada standing 6 foot 1 inch tall and weighing in at 215
pounds…THE ARTIST…..ZEX!!!!!
"Switchback" By Celldweller blares over the loud speakers as purple and green strobe lights flash around then
entrance way when Zex jumps out from behind the curtain he he plays up to the crowd for a moment and then
looks around at his fans acknowledging them, then he runs down to the ring as the strobe lights turn to blue and
red, he slides under the bottom rope and climbs the turn buckles one by one making sure all his fans can take
home a cool photo.
Biggs: Zex looks to be ready for the match here Ray to get back on track and back in the swing of things in
PWA.
Richardson: What many people fail to forget is Zex has always been a guy capable of walking into any match
and walking out with a win, and a laugh over the guy who’s suppose to be a badass… We watched him numerous
times in TNW do such a thing.
Biggs: You are quite right Ryan, but lately Zex just hasn’t been up to par with what we’ve known of him from
TNW.
The bell rings and this match is underway as Zex and Fields quickly lock it up. Fields using his size and
strength to his advantage here as he tosses Zex down to the mat. Zex quickly gets to his feet now as he goes back
on the attack with a quick series of kicks to the leg area of Fields, as finally Fields drops to a knee. Zex uses his
speed here as he bounces off the ropes and connects with a drop kick smack dab in the middle of Field’s forehead.
Fields to the ground now as Zex gets a running start and springboards off the ropes connecting with a senton
bomb…He goes for the cover…1..2…and a kickout here by Fields in the early going. Zex quick to his feet followed
by Fields as goes for an irish whip, but Fields uses his strength to reverse it, Zex bouncing off the ropes, ducks
the clothesline, he spins fields around and connects with a heel kick to the head of Larry Fields…Zex goes for the
cover yet again..1…2..and a kickout by Fields.
Biggs: Zex looking good so far here in the early going.
Richardson: And everything thinks he’s done for in this industry!
Biggs: I’ve never once said that Ryan…Zex has been a big attraction for the past few years, but recently has
fallen off the radar.
Richardson: Well if you ask me it looks like the radar has picked him back up here tonight.
Once again Zex quick to his feet as Fields is slow to get up as Zex begins to stomp away at the leg area of
Larry Fields trying to take the big mans legs away. Zex dropping down with a quick couple of knees to the knee
area of Fields before going for the boston crab. Zex trying to turn him over, as Fields fights off and eventually
connects with a kick like maneuver to the chest of Zex sending him back a few feet. Fields jumps to his feet as
Zex comes firing right back only to feel a big clothesline from Fields send him to the mat. Fields starting to gain
some momentum as he picks Zex up in the air, showing his strength he holds Zex upside down for a few seconds
before connecting with a hellacious vertical suplex.
Biggs: Sheer strength right there by the PWA newcomer Larry Fields.
Richardson: Strength will only get you so far in this business, we’ve seen that time and time again.
Biggs: Indeed, two intelligent comments from Ryan Richardson already in the early going folks.
Back in the ring Fields dances about a bit instead of going for the cover, he’s waiting for Zex to get to his feet
and Zex does so, only to feel a big boot to the face that sends him back down to the mat. Fields goes for the
cover..1….2…..2.33333….and Zex is able to kick out here as Fields is quick to get to his feet and pick Zex up off
the mat. Fields connects with a couple of knife edged chops, but Zex is quick to counter with a couple of his own
right back. Back and forth the two go as Zex connects with a right, but Fields fights off the attack and connects
with a short arm clothesline sending Zex to the mat. Fields continues the assault on Zex as he connects with a
couple of quick stomps to the midsection of Zex followed by an elbow drop. Fields with the cover…1….2…and
another kick out by Zex. Fields pounds his fist to the mat thinking he had the match won there as he gets to his
feet.
Biggs: Fields needs to worry more about continuing the assault on Zex as to beating the hell out of the mat.
Richardson: Rookie mistake, I look for Zex to capitalize on that one now.
Zex is slow to get up so Fields does the nice guy move and helps him to his feet…Fields showing off a bit for
the crowd here trying to make a name for himself, but slips up as Zex is able to connect with a quick drop kick to
the knee area of Fields sending him down to his knees. Zex grabbing hold of Fields helping him to his feet here
as he whips him into the corner turnbuckle. Zex with a full head of steam as he connects with a backflip kick as
Fields falls to a sitting position. Zex wasting no time as he lines up Fields once again, Zex charges and connects
with a hellacious drop kick to the neck and throat area of Larry Fields as he hunches over holding his throat.
Richardson: What damage those two moves just caused JJ!
Biggs: You are right about that, Zex made the best of that effort as he looks a little worn out.
Richardson: So that’s why he’s climbing the top turnbuckle right now?
Back inside the ring Zex climbs up the farthest turnbuckle away from Fields…He’s to the top as he motions to
the fans….He leaps and connects with a moonsault. Zex with the cover….
1…..
2…..
2.66666666666666666666….
Fields kicks out as Zex can’t believe it! Zex thought he had the match won there as he argues with the ref,
allowing Fields a little bit of time to recover. Zex spots Fields getting to his feet as he takes off on a dead spring,
he leaps up onto the rope and jumps off connecting with a tornado DDT.
Biggs: That might be it now.
Richardson: I’d say so!
Zex with the cover…1…..2…2.888888888888 and Fields is able to kick out again! Once again Zex can’t
believe his eyes as he lifts Fields up off the mat, but Fields counters with a quick elbow to the midsection of Zex as
Zex staggers back a bit, Fields to his feet as he connects with a right to the side of Zex’s head, followed by a left.
Zex staggering more now as Fields lines up him and connects with a snap suplex. Fields with the
cover…1….2….and a kickout here by Zex. Fields get to his feet as he picks Zex up and whips him into the ropes,
Zex bounces off and Fields connects with a spine buster. Fields with the quick cover…1…..2…and a kickout by
Zex…Fields with a right hand here as he covers for the cover again…1…..2…and another kickout by Zex.
Biggs: Again Fields wasting valuable time here when he could be inflicting more damage to Zex.
Richardson: I was right the last time wasn’t I?
Biggs: Yes you were…
Richardson: Those same words, apply them right here…And you got yourself some Zex-tacular feats..
Fields obviously frustrated as he gets to his feet. He connects with a couple of quick stomps before picking
Zex up. He fires Zex hard into the turnbuckle. Fields getting a full head of steam here as he charges, but Zex is
able to move out of the way of the full body splash as Fields bounces back to the ground. Fields rolls to his feet, but
Zex is already waiting and connects with a drop kick sending Fields staggering back. Zex charges and connects
with a rolling koppu kick that sends Fields to the ground. Zex goes back to the work on the leg area of Fields from
earlier on in the match as he connects with a series of quick elbow drops to the right knee area of Larry Fields,
before picking him up off the ground and connecting with a quick series of punches followed up by a front drop
kick that sends Fields back to the mat. Zex showing off for the fans here.
Biggs: Now’s the time Zex…Do something.
Richardson: You don’t have to tell him to do something…Finish him!
The crowd is expecting something big from Zex here, but instead he continues to go to work on Larry Fields
as he picks him up off the mat. Zex smiling before he prances around, he runs and bounces off the ropes and goes
for a cross body splash, but Fields is able to catch him in mid air and connect with a Somoan drop. Both men on
the ground here as Fields looks totally exhausted.
Biggs: Dumb move there by Zex.
Richardson: It wasn’t the right time JJ! It wasn’t the right time!
Biggs: I sure think it was the right time for Zex to try and end this match, but now both men are on the
ground! You said it earlier that something Zex-tacular would come when Fields wasted valuable time…What’s going
to come from this Ryan?
Richardson: Something Zex-riffic!
The ref is up to five as Zex is able to get to his feet, followed right behind by Larry Fields. Both men to their
feet here as they look one another in the eye before Zex bounces off the ropes, slides under the legs of fields and
connects with a face buster. Zex goes for the cover..1….2.and a kickout by Larry Fields. Zex jumps to his feet as he
picks Fields up off the mat. Zex whipping him into the ropes, Fields bounces off as Zex is able to trip him up as
he falls to the ropes.
Richardson: Butt Zex..Why?
Zex is lining him up for one of his trademark moves here the Butt Zex….He’s lined up, Zex fires…and
connects as Fields jumps to his feet and falls down. Zex ascending to the top turnbuckle here.
Biggs: This could be all she wrote ladies and gentlemen…
Richardson: He’s signaling! It’s over!
Zex leaps and connects with the Zex-Appeal…he covers….1…2…….3……ZEX WINS!!! Zex able to pull off the
victory here in the opening match of Ignition.
Biggs: Zex has done it once again ladies and gentlemen.
Richardson: I hear that radar beeping like a mother *BEEP*.
Marshall: The winner of this match…The Artist….ZEX!!!!
Biggs: An impressive match here from Zex ladies and gentlemen…
My Time To Shine
By: Joe
Awaiting the first match in participation, "Wild Out" by the Lox blare through the loud speakers. Coming
down the isle in still his street clothes is Shaun Andrews. The crowd welcomes Shaun with plenty of boo's.
Shaun walks towards the ring very slowly as he wants to take his time to get into the ring. Before he gets to the
ring he spots PWA's ring announcer Layne Marshall and snatches a microphone from Layne. Shaun gets in the
middle of the ring and begins to speak.
Shaun Andrews: The Wrigley Field Faithful, you fan's have been faithful since 1916.... Actually it was 1914,
but the name was Weeghman Park. Hell, the Bears even played here for a few seasons.
The Historic Wrigley Field.... WOW!!! I'm almost choked up. The brick wall with the beautiful Ivy that covers each
brick.. Man, imagine running into a brick wall. It takes balls to play center field here, eh? I tell ya, there's nothing
like it! Yankee Stadium can't even compare.. And do you know why not even the likes of Yankee stadium can't
compare? It's a no brainier!
Shaun with a sadistic look on his face looks around the historic stadium.
Shaun Andrews: This place reminds me so much of my home town, Philadelphia... That's why I can honestly
say, this place is a dump! Why don't they just knock this shit hole down? Think of all the bad memories, the fall of
1969. I mean, the last time the Cubs made the World series was 1945, for you idiotic Cubbies fans, that's 62 years
ago.
The chant of "Asshole" fills the historic stadium, so much so, that Shaun has to wait a few seconds to finish
what he was saying. Due to the fact the of the loud Chicago fans.
Shaun Andrews: You know, if you get close to the Ivy... It looks a lot like poison ivy. What kind of jerkoff
plants poison ivy around there outfield walls. Oh yeah, duh... Somebody from Chicago... Well enough of my
insults. The reason I came out here was to talk about one thing and one thing only...
The aggravated fan's at Wrigley Field start to chant "Shaun sucks dick" repeatedly.
Shaun Andrews: Jostrodomus... Jostrodomus... Jostrodomus... All the years you have wrestled, and all the
championships you won and lost. This is the night that the whole world will remember. Not because of the wind
is blowing all kinds of different ways and its getting closer to forty degrees with a strong wing by the minute. The
reason isn't because your career might be ended tonight with the beating I am going to put on you. It won't be
because there will be more debris and blood in the ring after I win the PWA World championship then in Dennis
Rodman's bedroom the morning after the Bulls won a championship. It will be because this will be your last time
as so called "top dawg". You're not going to have to worry about being the hunted from this night on. This is it! So
do me a favor, go and shine PWA World championship up. Really put some elbow grease in it. Not because I want
it to be shiny from your dirty ass hands. I know PWA will reward you with your own PWA championship. After
all, you are PWA's first World champion. You will always have that elite honor. I'm not trying to embarrass you by
any means by saying this.. But shine that title for yourself. Seriously, you earned it! Get a cut from your hair
"stylist". Put your makeup on, so you look like your ready to win a Grammy for best supporting actor. Wear some of
your tight shorts.. Look as good as you can. Because this is it.. I promise you, I swear to you, as the wrestling
God's as my witness... THIS IS MY TIME TO SHINE!! I told you before Joz, your time has past.
The fan's are consistent in there creative chants by chanting "bullshit". A noticeable fed up Shaun Andrews
spits outside the ring, almost hitting a the guardrail.
Shaun Andrews: What's the matter? You just don't like hearing me run my mouth about the truth? I'm not
original enough because I don't have conversations in my promo's? Because I don't have Natalie Snow sucking my
"baseball bat" in my promo's or interviews? Is that was this is about? You just think I'm some kind of loud mouth.. I
am a bully? How about this... I am willing to invite anybody who wants to step foot in this ring to come and
interview me, right now. Let's finish this interview the right way, since I'm such a bad annalist.
Everyone in Wrigley Field, including the camera man's attention turns to the ramp way. About a half of
minute passes, and a familiar voice hits the loud speakers. The voice of the late Harry Caray blares through the
loud speakers. A famous recording of "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" is heard through the legendary Wrigley Field.
The fan's irrupt with excitement, and most of the whole arena starts to sing along. From the back, dressed in a
Chicago White Sox colors uniform, Jose Jose. Jose Jose comes out with a huge generic smile on his face. Most
Wrigley Field stops singing to boo Jose Jose. Jose Jose walks to the ring, and gets in the face of Shaun Andrews.
Shaun Andrews: So you came to interview me, Jose Jose?
Shaun hands the microphone over to Jose Jose.
Jose Jose: It's me...Jose Jose!!!
The now amused Shaun Andrews takes the microphone away from Jose Jose.
Shaun Andrews: Jose Jose.... I know it's true you have a lot of history with Jostrodomus, from your GFWA
days! I just wanted to tell you, I am glad that you are here to witness "The numba one stunna" Jostrodomus last
match as a World champion, ever. How come Jostrodomus never got sued by the real "Numba One Stunna". Maybe
rappers don't watch wrestling.
Shaun says that as he looks in the front row hip hop star, a Chicago native, Lupe Fiasco.
Shaun Andrews: Jose Jose... Do me a favor, and go back to the lock room and thank Jostrodomus. Thank him
for all the times he defeated yourself gracefully. Thank him for all the years of hard work. From this day forward,
this is the end of Jostrodomus. I will finish what Zex started, and I will rid the wrestling world of Jostrodomus
for good. I was known as The White Rapper in TNW, and then known as "The Saviour".
I've held plenty of championships in the past. But tonight I leave you as "The Shooter" Shaun Andrews, your
new WORLD CHAMPION!
Shaun Andrews drops the microphone in the ring and starts to walk back to the isle to get to the back. "Wild
Out" by the Lox plays through Chicago's most famous stadium. Shaun is booed all the way backstage. Shaun ignores
the fans as he makes it to the back successfully without getting hit by any trash. Meanwhile Jose Jose is still in
the ring, and as Shaun's theme music stops playing. Jose Jose picks up the microphone.
Jose Jose: Jose Jose.... Me gonna win!!!!
Richardson: Please get Jose Jose out the ring, please... I'm begging you. Mum Van Dyke... Jose Jose stole your
purse! Come and teach him a lesson!
Biggs: I kind of like Jose Jose. Even know I think Shaun Andrews set up Jose Jose, and making him look
stupid.
Richardson: I don't think Jose Jose needs any help looking stupid.
Looking for Mr. Bourne
By: Neil
A fairly young man dressed in a blue track suit with the words “Guru Sports” is seen roaming the halls of
Wrigley Field. Behind him is a much older man with a sneer that’s nearly covered by his big gray cowboy hat.
Following behind him is the man who nearly bankrupted TNW, Victor Cornelius Roberts. VCR, as he’s known, is
carrying a briefcase and looks to be quite careful with it as he re-adjusts the spectacles on his face. The three men
stop to approach a PWA worker.
Harkes: Excuse me.
PWA Worker: Yeah, what can I do for you, pal?
Harkes: I’m John Harkes, owner of Guru Sports. These are my associates, Gil Silver and Victor Cornelius
Roberts. We’re here to make an investment into PWA. Can you point us in the direction of Michael Bourne’s office?
PWA Worker: Sure. Walk down the hall some more. Make a right turn and his office will be the second door
on the left.
Harkes: Second door on the left? Thanks.
The three men nod towards the PWA worker and then continue their way down the hall in search of Mr.
Bourne’s office.
Dan Manheim vs. Thanatos
By: Sam
Layne Marshall: Weighing in first at 288Lbs and standing at 6’8, he is the iceman… Dan Manheim!!!
The lights in the arena instantly turn aquamarine. ""A Glass of Water, A Grain of Salt" by Lovehatehero plays
as Dan Manheim appears, walking down to the ring. He slides into the ring, raising his fists in the air as pyros go
off on each turnbuckle. He then raises his thumb to his throat, giving a throat-cut taunt to a fire pyro behind him.
Layne Marshall: And his opponent weighing in at 245Lbs the undefeated Thanatos!!!
The lights go out in the arena and the flames come to life on the ring post as the ring side fills with smoke.
The flames grow higher as the red light slowly lights the arena as Thanatos is lower form the darkness suspended
by hooks in his back. As he reaches the ring, Ragnar and Bjorn emerge from the smoky ring side area and take the
hooks from his back before sliding back out to his corner. Thanatos then lets out a primal scream and starts to
pace around staring a hole through Manheim.
Biggs: This Guy Thanatos is one ugly son bitch don’t you think Ryan?
Richardson: Ugly isn’t the word, he looks like he fell from the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way
down.
Thanatos continues to pace while Manheim stays very calm and ready for the match, the ref rings the as
Manheim starts to circle Thanatos, the two men then step forward in typical wrestling fashion instantly locking
horns in a tie up! Thanatos manages to get the quick manoeuvre on Manheim by locking in a hammerlock,
Manheim being the stronger opponent kneels down and then reaches back taking hold of Thanatos and flipping
him over onto his back! But Thanatos flips back onto his feet and turns back at Manheim who is pacing around,
they then look at each other feeling each other out. Thanatos goes to grab Dan’s leg to bring him down but a quick
hammer blow to the shoulder stops Thanatos in his tracks as he falls to the mat. Manheim runs off the ropes and
swings for a power clothesline but Thanatos moves out the way sliding behind Manheim and getting him in a one
legged crab using all his strength to topple the bigger opponent.
Biggs: Thanatos is a dab hand at these submission holds, I for one wouldn’t want to be on the other end of
them.
Richardson: That’s hardly going to happen now that you have retired is it JJ?
Manheim takes hold of the ropes immediately, the ref steps in forcing Thanatos to let go of the hold and
allowing Manheim to get up turning towards Thanatos who quickly goes for the leg again brining the big man back
down with drop toehold.
Biggs: Thanatos is relentless.
With the leg already locked, Thanatos reaches up taking hold of his arm and applying an arm lock, a asked to
let go of the hold, something which he r asked to let go of the hold, something which he refuses to do
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2
3
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he lets go of the hold and meets the full wrath of the ref who shakes his finger at Thanatos telling him that “that
kinda thing isn’t expectable” this gives Manheim enough time to get back to his feet and charge at Thanatos
tackling him to the ground and punching down into his chest with some harsh blows, Manheim then turns this
into a quick pin.
…1!
Shoulders up!
Richardson: It’s going to take more than that!
Manheim picks Thanatos up and throws him stomach first on the top of the ropes as leaving the winded
Thanatos to fall back onto the mat!! After a few foot stomps Manheim goes to pick Thanatos up once more only to
have this cut short by but a well-placed body blow, Manheim almost doubles over allowing Thanatos to take
advantage by whipping him against the ropes! Manheim misses clothesline when Thanatos rolls underneath him
going off the other side and flying off with a heavy side thrust kick to the chin of Manheim, who is knocked off
his feet, Thanatos goes for a cover.
…1!
…2!
Kick out!!
Richardson: that kick almost took his head clean off, but wasn’t enough to put him away
Thanatos gets straight back to business leans over to pick Manheim up only to receive a huge right hand to
the nose, knocking Thanatos down to the floor, he picks Thanatos back up and leans him into the ropes,
Manheim lays a few right hands into his chest and then hits a belly to belly Suplex on Thanatos.
…Thanatos hops to his feet and shakes it off, Manheim hits a shoulder black knocking him back down and
then bends over taking hold of Thanatos hair, but this gives the submission expert a chance, he wraps his legs
around Manheim’s neck and pulls down on the arm locking in a triangle hold.
Biggs: That is enough to choke out anyone!
Manheim being somewhat of a veteran in the sport places his free hand under the back of Thanatos and then
uses all his might to lift him off the ground, Thanatos refuses to let go of the hold despite being vertical, Manheim
then drops Thanatos to the mat with a sit out power bomb causing him to bounce off the mat hard, Manheim
quickly covers Thanatos.
…1!
…2!
Kick out!!
Richardson: that was a blatant three count!
Biggs: No it was definitely a two count!!
Richardson: what? Shut up and agree with me so we can get this match outta the way, I cant bare to look at
Thanatos ugly mug anymore!
A frustrated Manheim lifts Thanatos up off his feet once more and hoist him into position for another power
bomb, he then gets ready to send Thanatos to the mat but is met by a picture perfect Hurricanrana which drills
Manheim head first into the mat, Thanatos quickly rolls to the corner and ducks down stalking Manheim who is
trying to get to his feet, as soon as he is Thanatos runs at him locking his arms and bringing him to his knees
locking in the Rite of Passage!
Biggs: This is a hard move to get out of, Manheim is gonna struggle here.
Manheim tries to fight the move but alas it is too late, he screams out that he submits, but Thanatos doesn’t let
go of the hold, instead he keeps it locked in, the ref runs pulling Thanatos away as Manheim falls to the mat
holding his arms in pain.
Layne Marshall: Here is your winner…THANATOS!!!
Toilet Talk
By: Paul
Ignition is well under way as the cameras zoom around Wrigley Field showing all the fans. The scene then
changes over to a camera looking around public rest room. A stall door opens and Jason Sandman is seen sitting
down on the ground in front a toilet. Jason looks up at the camera and then back down at the toilet.
The Crippler: A lot of people think they have a shitty job that no one else would ever want. My theory is think
about the job of the toilet. It’s job to take the parts of food and drink that our body says fuck you to and you never
really hear a complaint from it. Of course it does back up every once and awhile, but you can only take so much of
the the pieces of shit that people like Ace Wylde drop on a daily basis. Not really speaking to much about the bodily
function as much as I am talking about the fact that a man who is forty four years old has this idea that he is
worthy to continue on the road to success that told him kiss my ass along time ago. But now he has comes to
Chicago and thinks that he will be able to continue his legacy by taking home the Atlantic Title and being able to
say he was the first champion, but I can’t let that happen. Do I want the belt?
Jason shrugs his shoulders.
The Crippler: Wouldn’t really matter to me, but Ace can’t hold what he doesn’t deserve. I already told you Ace.
I may not walk out with the belt, but I will do my damnest to make sure you don’t walk out with it either.
Jason Sandman stands up as he sees the wrestling boots of a familiar person. Jason walks out of the stall
seeing Terminus standing by the sinks just looking at Jason with a why are you on the floor look in his eyes.
Jason walks over to the sinks and starts washing his hands trying to play it off. Jason even looks over and
pretends like he just noticed Terminus.
Jason: Hey Evan. Sup man.
Terminus stands there for a second just looking at Jason with a serious look in his eyes.
Terminus: I was getting ready for my war with Valentine when...Okay I am just going to ask. Why were you
sitting on the floor in a bathroom?
Jason realizes he can’t play it off anymore and just takes the hit.
Jason: Just wanted to be in the place that Ace’s dreams are going. Right down the Toilet.
Terminus smiles his evil smile as Jason doesn’t say another word and walks out of the bathroom ready to
bring the Atlantic Title to Gundan RTO.
The Butcher v. Chris Wilkins
By: Nathan & Danny
JJ Biggs: What a match up we have here, folks. It'll be the former owner of PWA, Chris Wilkins, going up
against The Butcher. What makes this match so unique, however, is that Michael Bourne wants Butcher to prove
his loyalty to his PWA by beating the crap out of the former owner!
Richardson: HAHA! I can't wait for this! Butcher is totally gonna destroy Wilkins!
Biggs: Isn't Chris the one that gave you your job?
Richardson: Well, yeah, but he's not my owner anymore!
Biggs: Why he ever gave you a job, I'll never know. Anyway, let's get to the action!
"Bleed it Out" by Linkin Park begins to play in the arena. As the chorus starts, a blast of fireworks come out
from the entrance ramp and smoke starts to fill the arena. It begins to clear and standing on the stage are Chris
Wilkins and Jessi Colter, holding hands. They walk down to the ring and when they reach ringside, they kiss
then Jessi goes to the side of the ring as Chris slides in. He gets on a turnbuckle and raises his arms.
Marshall: Coming out first, from Ogden, Utah, weighing 175 pounds, lead to the ring by Jessi Colter, CHRIS
WILKINS!
Biggs: Chris looks ready for action here, he's only been back a couple weeks, but so far, I'd say he's looked
good.
Richardson: Yeah, Jostrodomus sure made him look good!
"Nutshell" by Alice in Chains begins to play, as the fans go wild.
Biggs: And listen to this reaction for The Butcher.
Marshall: And his opponent, from Harlem, New York, weighing 267 pounds, THE BUTCHER!
As the seconds go by, nobody comes out from the back.
Biggs: Where is he?
Marshall: THE BUTCHER!
Biggs: Did something happen to The Butcher? He's not coming out. They've stopped playing his music.
Richardson: Hey, look, Marshall, Wilkins, and the referee are having a meeting of the minds in the middle of
the ring!
After talking to the referee and Chris Wilkins, Marshall talks to somebody outside the ring. Butcher's music
begins to play again.
Marshall: From Harlem, he is the Extreme Legend, THE BUTCHER!
Butcher once again doesn't come out. As Marshall goes to announce him again, he gets cut off by "Shoots and
Ladders" by Korn!
Biggs: What's Bourne coming out for?
Richardson: Maybe he knows where Butcher is?
Michael Bourne brushes past the curtain and he makes his way out onto the top of the stage. He has a
microhphone already in hand as the music slowly fades away.
Michael Bourne: It appears we have a situation on our hands. The Butcher, who I knew from the start I
couldn't count on, failed to arrive at the arena tonight.
The fans don't like this one bit as they boo the fact that The Butcher apparently isn't here tonight.
Michael Bourne: Oh, yes, I know, it's quite sad. I don't know why he isn't here, and I really don't care. The
point is he failed to honor the commitment he has to this company and he failed to do what I demanded of him;
and that was to come to Ignition and beat the living hell out of Chris Wilkins! Therefore, as of right now, The
Butcher has been released of his contract with the Premiere Wrestling Alliance.
The fans were loud before, but now they are even louder with their boos and negative insults directed at
Michael Bourne.
Richardson: Is he crazy? The Butcher is probably the biggest wrestler this company has, or had.
Michael Bourne: Now that I have that out of the way, I'm going to move on to Chris Wilkins. Chris, you've
done nothing but disappoint me since you showed back up at a PWA event after I fired you. I obviously made the
wrong choice when I chose your opponent to be Aiden Miles a few weeks ago. I have to live with that mistake now
since you've earned yourself a contract with this company.
The crowd finally has something to cheer about as they cheer for the fact that Chris Wilkins earned himself a
contract with the PWA a few weeks ago.
Michael Bourne: Then, I made a second mistake in choosing The Butcher to do my work. But I'm done making
mistakes, Chris. I've found somebody that will take care of you. I've found somebody that is going to not only hurt
you, but he's going to end you. And that person, my friend, is right behind you.
Chris Wilkins raises an eye-brow as he slowly turns around and he makes eye-contact with JJ BIGGS! JJ
immediately clobbers him with a short Clothesline that drops Wilkins to the mat. Wilkins gets back to his feet
immediately and Biggs lifts him up over his head and he walks forward allowing Wilkins to fall chest first to the
mat behind him. Wilkins bounces back up to his feet and he's stumbling around the ring holding onto his
midsection. He stumbles into JJ Biggs, who quickly catches him with a Biggs Implant! The crowd is booing heavily
right now as Biggs gets to his feet and he stretches his arms out to his side in a picture-perfect pose that receives
even louder boos.
Michael Bourne: That's the way I imagined it!
"Shoots and Ladders" sounds again as Bourne chuckles to himself as he makes his way backstage. Referees
come down to check on Wilkins as Biggs exits the ring and he makes his way back over to the announce table.
Richardson: I can't believe you!
Biggs: Shut up. I am obligated to finish this event at this table before my announcing contract can be
destroyed, but I'm not going to take your garbage. So, let it go and do what you're paid to do.
PWA Atlantic Championship
Ace Wylde vs. Jason Sandman
By: Nathan
Layne Marshall: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and the victor will be crowned the first ever
Premiere Wrestling Alliance Atlantic Champion! Introducing first, hailing from Tombstone, Arizona and weighing
in at three hundred and forty pounds. He is "The Dark Adonis" Ace Wylde!
"The Older I Get" by Skillet plays as the stage lights flash scarlet and black. Ace Wylde comes out and stares
out at the crowd before him. He sighs heavily and pumps his fists as pyros fire off on both sides of him. He struts
down towards the ring and climbs over the top rope, where he swings his arms around and gets ready for his
match.
Marshall: Introducing his opponent, hailing from Norfolk, Virginia and weighing in at an even three hundred
pounds. He is "The Crippler" Jason Sandman!
Deal With It Bitch Productions Presents come on the Teletron. Surfacing comes on speakers and when the
opening words are heard the words “The Crippler” Jason Sandman shows up on the teletron. Jason Sandman
comes out of the entranceway and as he raises his singapore cane and a steel chair wrapped in barbwire in the
air. Pyro shoots off. Jason Sandman runs down to the ring and slides under the ropes.
The bell rings. Jason Sandman and Ace Wylde slowly begin to walk around the edge of the wrestling ring.
Sandman charges forward looking for a Clothesline, but Wylde ducks under it. Sandman turns around and he
manages to duck under a Shuffle Superkick attempt by Wylde. Sandman knees the slightly bigger opponent in the
midsection before placing Wylde's head under his arm. He attempts to lift Wylde off the mat in what looks like a
Suplex, but Wylde uses his leg to stop the attempt. Sandman tries to go for it once again, but Wylde manages to
block it once more. Sandman eventually says the hell with it and he modifies it into a DDT! Wylde's head bounces
off the mat with a thud as he rolls over onto his back.
Richardson: These two know each other so well they're blocking each other's offense.
Biggs: What do you expect? They've faced each other quite a lot throughout their careers.
Sandman is up to his feet, but Wylde is a bit slower to get to his. Eventually, he does so and both men are to a
vertical base ready to continue this match. Now, almost as if this match is just starting, the two lunge forward and
they lock up. It's a stalemate for a bit, before Wylde manages to get the advantage and he pushes Sandman back
into the corner. The referee squeezes his way in between the two men and Wylde takes a few steps backwards
with his hands in the air. As soon as the referee moves out of harms away; Wylde charges into the corner and he
hits an unexpecting Sandman with a Running Knee to the midsection. Wylde nails Sandman with a echoing
European Uppercut before grabbing Sandman's arm and sending him across the ring into the opposite corner with
an Irish Whip. Wylde charges in Sandman's direction and he drills Sandman with a Clothesline in the corner.
Wylde takes a few steps back and Sandman stumbles forward -- that's not good. Wylde catches Sandman and he
drops him to the mat with a Spinebuster Slam.
Biggs: What a Spinebuster that was! I think it's safe to say Ace Wylde is in control of this match.
Richardson: Really? It appeared to me that Sandman was the one that was in control.
Biggs: Don't be a smart ass.
Wylde hooks the leg as the referee counts: 1...........2.....KICK OUT! Wylde has a smile on his face as he
climbs upright. He leaves Sandman lying there as he walks into the corner and he climbs to the second rope. He
jumps off the second rope looking to execute a Leg Drop, but Sandman rolls out of the way just enough that Wylde
hits nothing but the mat. Wylde remains in the seated position holding onto his lower back. Sandman rolls over
onto his stomach and he pushes himself up. Wylde rolls to his feet and he walks around, still holding onto his
back. He turns around right into a Big Boot delivery from Jason Sandman! "The Crippler" bounces off the ropes and
he comes back with a massive Elbow Drop! Sandman slowly gets up and he walks over to the ropes and he exits
onto the ring apron.
Biggs: Where the hell is he going?
Richardson: He wants to touch the sky!
Indeed, Sandman has slowly, but surely, started a climb to the top-rope. He manages to keep his balance as he
sets up so that his back is facing his fallen opponent. He damn near loses his balance, so he jumps while he still
has it executing a big man Moonsault onto Ace Wylde!
Biggs: What an ugly Moonsault that was! But it still got the job one!
Richardson: Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Sandman with the cover as the referee counts: 1............2....KICK OUT! Sandman stumbles to his feet and he
makes his way over to the same corner. He then begins to remove the padding from the top turnbuckle. The referee
tries to take it from him, but Sandman instead drops it to the outside of the ring. Meanwhile, Wylde has made his
way to his knees. Sandman walks over to him, but Wylde swings with a right into Sandman's midsection. Wylde
gets to his feet all the way, grabs Sandman's arm, and he Irish Whips him into the exposed turnbuckle! Sandman
stumbles out of corner arching his back and he's holding onto it. Wylde grabs Sandman and he takes him up and
over with a T-Bone Suplex!
Biggs: I think it's safe to say that Sandman's plan backfired.
Richardson: I would have to agree.
Biggs: You're damn right.
Wylde with the lateral press as the referee counts: 1............2.........KICK OUT! Sandman got his shoulder up
just in time. Wylde gets to his feet -- pulling Sandman up, as well. He nails Sandman right a right hand before
leaving him to stand there. Wylde takes a few steps back before charging forward looking for a Clothesline, but
Sandman drops down and he catches Wylde with a Drop-Toe Hold sending him face first into the exposed
turnbuckle!
Biggs: Oh! That had to hurt.
Richardson: At least we don't have to worry about any brain damage..I think Wylde is as dumb as he could
ever be.
Biggs: Nice one.
Wylde is on the mat and he's bleeding from a cut on his head from the turnbuckle. Sandman grabs onto the
ropes and he gets to his feet with help from those. Wylde does the same thing. Wylde stumbles out a bit holding
onto his forehead and Sandman runs, catching him with a Bull Dog! Sandman goes for the cover as the referee
counts: 1....................2..............KICK OUT! Sandman slowly gets to his feet and he allows Wylde the time he
needs to get to his feet on his own. Sandman walks over to Wylde, but Wylde shows life as he kicks Sandman in
the midsection. Sandman recovers and he goes after Wylde again, who kicks him in the midsection again. This
time Wylde follows up with it as he places Sandman's head between his legs and he interlocks his hands around
Sandman's midsection.
Biggs: A Powerbomb, perhaps?
Wylde lifts Sandman up onto his shoulder -- a three hundred pound man, I might add -- and he slams him
down onto the mat with a Powerbomb.
Richardson: Perhaps.
Wylde, however, doesn't let go of Sandman. Showing great strength, he somehow lifts Sandman back up off
the mat before slamming him back down with a smaller version of the Powerbomb! He pushes his weight on
Sandman in a pin attempt as the referee counts: 1...............2..........KICK OUT! Wylde stumbles back into the
corner and he uses this time to catch his breath.
Biggs: Sandman isn't an ordinary sized man! Wylde showed a lot of strength right there!
While Wylde is resting in the corner, Sandman slowly makes his way up to his feet. He staggers a bit, but
he's able to remain upright. Wylde walks out of the corner and he nails Sandman with a wild right hand that
echoes throughout the arena. Sandman returns the favor and the men continue to exhange blows. Ace Wylde gets
the upper hand with the series of shots and then whips Sandman towards the ropes. Sandman bounces off and
walks right into Wylde set-up move called Seein' Red! NO! Sandman barely ducked out of the way of the running
big boot! Ace Wylde turns around to grab Sandman...THE CRIPPLING EFFECT!! OH!!
Biggs: Sandman just drove Ace Wylde into the mat out of no where!
Jason Sandman makes the cover! 1...2...THREE!!! DING DING DING!! "Surfacing" kicks back up and this
crowd isn't sure how to react! Some actually give Jason Sandman a nice round of applause. Sandman sits back in
the ring, winded and feeling mighty proud of himself as the referee hands him the Atlantic Championship belt!
Sandman takes the title and then raises it above his head in victory.
Biggs: Unbelievable! Jason Sandman is the first Altantic Champion in PWA history!
Richardson: Now that's cool. Ace had a hard fought match but Sandman got the last big move in. Congrats to
him. He made Gundan RTO proud.
Biggs: Oh geez! Now that was a short celebration for Sandman! We've seen this before from him!
Not A Good Night...Mare. Inc.
By: Jay
Ace Wylde can barely stand, but uses the ropes to get to his feet. Sandman, breathing rather heavily, gets up
using the turnbuckle and both men walk to the middle of the ring. Without warning, Sandman goes to level Ace
with a clothesline, but the big man dodges, and Sandman nearly trips into the ropes. Sandman turns around,
mouthing off to Ace, when suddenly Dan Manheim jumps out from the crowd!
Sandman stares at Dan, cautiously watching his every move, but it appears that Ace is more afraid of the
Iceman than Jason is. Ace backs up a bit, as Dan gets in his face and starts berating the big man. Sandman smirks
and gets out of the ring, grabbing a steel chair. The Crippler returns to the ring and hands Manheim the chair.
Dan stares for a moment at the chair, as Ace begs and pleads with Dan to reconsider. Dan smirks; a rather evil
drawn-out grin, as he cocks the chair in position for the game-winning home run.
Biggs: Geez! Jason Sandman wants Dan Manheim to blast Ace Wylde! This Gundan RTO thing is getting to
his head. He's trying to teach people too!
Sandman turns his back to Manheim, getting ready to walk out of the ring, when a sickening smack echoes
throughout the arena, and Sandman stumbles forward, stunned. Before he falls on his face, Ace charges at him
and nails him with his running big boot trademark move he calls "Seein' Red". Sandman falls to the mat, in a
bloody heap! Manheim tosses the chair down next to Sandman and spits on his fallen form, while Ace Wylde
laughs and grins as if he's just pulled off the world's greatest heist. Ace grabs a mic and addresses the now booing
crowd.
Ace: "Oh you can all stick it up your asses. Seriously. I'm tired of you fans being for me one week and against
me the next. It's time you grew up and faced facts: I'm a God amongst Gods. Valentine Lionheart? Wannabe.
Nighthawk? Never will be. Manheim and Wylde? ALWAYS WILL BE. What you're all looking at right here, is the
future of terror. The persona of panic. Fear, forever free. We are... NIGHTMARE, INCORPORATED."
Ace throws the mic on the ground as his new theme "More Human Than Human" by White Zombie plays as
Dan and Ace leave the ring, still very much pleased with their handiwork.
You Been Drinkin?
By: Josh
The scene cuts backstage as you see Jostrodomus in his locker room getting ready for his match tonight. Inside the
room with Joz is longtime friend and new PWA roadie...Maelstrom. The two look to be talking over some strategy
as the camera zooms in.
Maelstrom: Ya read fer this?
Jostrodomus: I think so, I just wish...
Maelstrom knows exactly what he's about to say and thats why he cuts him off mid sentence.
Maelstrom: Ya heard the woman plain and clear, she made me promise ta drag yer ass down to 'at ring if I
gots ta. Lord knows ya won't stand there take a beatin'...After yer already down there.
Joz just kind of smiles at his friend, who's English tonight is worse than most nights for some reason, but
alas you find the cause as Maelstrom lets loose with a burp and the room fill with the smell of alcohol.
Jostrodomus: Been drinkin' tonight Maelstrom?
Maelstrom: No...I've been eatin' pussy.
Joz can't help but laugh as Maelstrom has a serious look on his face.
Jostrodomus: No drinking?
Maelstrom: Been eatin' pussy.
Jostrodomus: Ok Vic...
Maelstrom: Don't believe me...Just wait til you see Mum and the mood she's in...Course I had ta do some
drinking ta get 'at old, stale taste outta my mouth. Whoever said older women take better care of 'at area...I'd rather
ate some twenty year old 'at ain't douched in a while.
Maelstrom pauses and looks over at Joz who's just trying to keep a straight face. Maelstrom sees him losing
focus on the upcoming match and instantly changes the subject.
Malestrom: Remember what I showed ya when it comes to this MMA match...Boy I'd love ta get in there knock
a few skulls. It'd be GREAT!
Jostrodomus: I'm sure you would Vic...
Maelstrom: You read Joz?
Jostrodomus looks at Vic, he shoots him that smart ass Jostrodomus grin before standing up.
Jostrodomus: Call the paramedics...Andrews is going to need their services...
Maelstrom looks at Joz and pats him on the shoulder.
Maelstrom: Like the way ya think...
The scene shifts to commercial...
One Thing on Mind...
By: Jason
Cut to the backstage area where we see Johnny Red standing by with a microphone in hand. The camera
focuses solely on him as he speaks to the thousands in attendance and the millions at home.
Johnny Red: Ladies and gentlemen... with me at this time is none other than the PWA Light Heavyweight
champion and Gundan RTO member, Jiraiya Kaito!
The camera zooms out and pans slightly to the left to reveal the Seiryuu standing next to Johnny Red. He
casts his gaze to the floor as the audience lets him have it with a chorus of boos. Johnny Red turns to the champ
and proceeds with the interview.
Johnny Red: Jiraiya Kaito... tonight, you have...
Before he can say another word, the Seiryuu immediately covers his mouth with his hand, and with the other
hand he snatches the microphone away from him. However, he keeps his gaze fixated on the floor as he addresses
Mr. Red.
Jiraiya Kaito: Iie. You... do not interview me. You leave now before this become last interview you try to
conduct.
The fans boo him once again as the Seiryuu waves Johnny Red off of the camera's sight. "Asshole" chants
begin to echo throughout the arena as Jiraiya Kaito finally looks up from the floor. Johnny Red, knowing what the
Seiryuu is capable of, wastes no time in leaving the set. Jiraiya Kaito turns around and motions for someone else to
join him on camera. Not even a split second passes, and we see that the person joining him is none other than
Natalie Snow. More boos ensue as Jiraiya Kaito bows and presents her with the microphone. She takes the mic
from his hands and picks up where Johnny Red left off, with the world's biggest shit-eating grin on her face.
Natalie Snow: Jiraiya Kaito... why don't you let these people know exactly what it is you have on your mind
right now?
She points the microphone to the Seiryuu, who just chuckles to himself. He then looks at the camera and lets
everyone exactly what's on his mind.
Jiraiya Kaito: Only one thing is on mind of Seiryuu, Natari Sunoo. That... is revenge!
Even more booing erupts from the fans. Natalie begins to hang on the Seiryuu's every word.
Natalie Snow: Oh do tell, Kaito. Do tell!
Jiraiya Kaito: Hai. Revenge... for what suppose to be friend do to me, to my wife, to my longtime friend... and
for cause of great anger to fall upon my sensei! It is because of stupidity on behalf of Yotaka that he dishonor my
sensei, my wife and his daughter, and those he consider family when he fail to honor request asked of him!
Natalie Snow: Is that so?
Jiraiya Kaito: Hai. And now, I become chosen one to avenge those who become victim of dishonor by Yotaka.
Tonight... I avenge them and myself when Yotaka force to say two words he no want to say!
Natalie Snow: And what two words would that be, Kaito?
He looks at her as if she doesn't know what the words are. The fans resume the "asshole" chants as the
Seiryuu leans over and whispers the words in her ear. Here eyes widen with sarcasm as she responds in the same
tone.
Natalie Snow: Ohhhh. THOSE words!
Even louder "asshole" chants erupt from the fans as the interview progresses. Jiraiya Kaito returns his
attention to the camera as Natalie points the mic back toward him.
Jiraiya Kaito: Yotaka... you pray that I spare you life in this match! At least enough so that you able to pay for
you insolence! First by to say two words...
A thunderous amount of boos erupt throughout the arena, which causes the Seiryuu to pause long enough to
let the booing subside so he can finish speaking. He turns to Natalie, who just shrugs her shoulders. The Seiryuu
shakes his head in disgust and proceeds with the rest of the interview, no matter if the booing subsided or not.
Jiraiya Kaito: ... And then... by to do what all those before you force to do. And that is to fear...
Another huge chorus of boos erupt from the fans. Jiraiya Kaito inches his face closer to the camera as he
continues on.
Jiraiya Kaito: ... Honor...
The ever-popular "asshole" chants are now aimed at the Seiryuu as he inches his face even closer to the
camera to finish off his interview.
Jiraiya Kaito: ... And respect... Seiryuu... Jiraiya... Kaito!!!
In a blink of an eye, the Seiryuu leaves the interviewing area. Natalie Snow follows suit with a big evil grin
on her face. Before we cut scene, we hear the ever-popular voice of TNW fame, Carl Franks, make his
announcement.
Biggs: The "I Quit" match is next!
The scene fades to black as a video montage plays, showing the events that lead up to the "I Quit" match.
PWA Light Heavyweight Championship
"I Quit" Match
Nightawk vs. Kaito
By: Andrew
Layne Marshall: The following match is for the PWA Light-Heavyweight Championship, and will only be
decided when one of the competitors utters the words "I Quit"!
(The crowd murmers in anticipation as the lights start to dim, and then, explodes with a collective roar as
"Desvelado" by Bobby Paludo and Intocable begins to play over the PA system . The crowd breaks out into a
spontaneous chant of "Nighthawk" as they recognize the orginal theme music used by their hometown hero, and
then proceed to give him a deafening ovation as he appears at the top of the entrance ramp. Walking through the
ringside curtain Nighthawk walks to the ring with a wide smile on his face, shaking hands with fans all the way
through his entrance. Climbing into the ring Nighthawk walks across the top strand of rope about halfway before
jumping into the ring where he qickly goes to a corner and crouches down, focusing on his game plan. )
JJ: Well, this is a match that I'm really looking forward to calling. Nighthawk and Kaito have been going at it
ever since the PWA began, and the hatred between the two former friends has reached a fever pitch!
Ryan: Indeed. Nighthawk wants Kaito to respect him, and challenged Kaito to this match to make that
happen. Kaito says he doesn't know the words "I Quit", and is looking to make Nighthawk regret the fact that he
challenged him to begin with. This is going to be brutal, JJ...and it's going to be fun to watch!
(Japanese Taiko drums rumble throughout the arena speakers as a flute carries out a solo note, causing the
lights in the arena to go into a strobe effect in beat with the drums. On the video screen, we see a bright cloudy
sky immediately turn into a fiery, sunset-lit sky. A dragon looms out of the sky and speeds its way toward the
camera. After two loud beats on the Taiko drums, the lights in the arena go out as the dragon blows fire into the
camera, causing fire to explode from the stage area. During the explosion, Kaito is launched from underneath the
stage area onto the stage. When the fire dies down, Kaito stands there, dressed in his ring attire with a white coat
over it. Also noticeable is the title held above his head in his right hand. His head hangs down as red lights begin
a strobe effect throughout the arena as "Ka-En-No-Mai" by Akitaka Tohyama plays. Kaito slowly looks up toward the
ring, brings the title down to his side, and begins to walk down the entrance ramp and toward the ring, not once
looking at any of the fans that are trying to get his attention. Kaito climbs into the ring and ascends all the way up
the nearest turnbuckle. He looks out at the fans that are still trying to get his attention and holds his title up above
his head for all to see. After a few seconds, he brings the title back down and backflips off of the top turnbuckle,
landing on his feet in the ring. He walks up to his opponent and shows them the title. At the same time, Kaito
shakes his head as if to tell them that they will never get the title from him.)
JJ: Kaito and Nighthawk both look as focused as I've ever seen them, Ryan.
Ryan: Well, they're gonna need all the focus they can muster in this match. Chances are, they're both gonna
need a decent chiaropracter as well...but that's another story.
(The two competitors stand eye to eye for a moment, as Sasha Brown gives them some final pre-match
instructions; the champion's lips curl into a sneer as he regards the unwavering stare of his challenger, and,
without warning, he hauls off, and slaps his sqaure acorss the face! This action, as one would expect, draws
thunderous jeers from the crowd; and elicits a look of fury from his opponent. Shouting "I no respect you!" Kaito
winds up, and proceeds to nail his opponent with a second full armed slap to the face! With the crowd in an
uproar, Seiryuu yells "I NEVER respect you!" and then whirls around, hoping to clobber his opponent with a spin
kick. However, his opponent udcks this attack, and then proceeds to clobber Jiraiya with a wicked European
Uppercut to the chin. Kaito's head rockets back on his shoulders, and Nighthawk steps forward, and drives a solid
forearm to the jaw that causes his opponent to reel back into the ropes. Nighthawk takes a second to measure his
woozy opponent, then charges forward, and connects with a perfect running palm strike that sends his opponent
flying over the top rope, and to the floor below! )
JJ: Oh, my! Kaito seems to have made a mistake by trying to intimidate his opponent! the last thing he
wanted to do was to face a fired up Nighthawk, but that's exactly wht seems to have happened!
Ryan: Yeah...this is about as agressive as I've seen Nighthawk get. I could almost start to like the guy if he
continues to wrestle like this.
( Nighthawk stares down at his opponent through narrow eyes as he struggles to regain his bearings, then
hopes effortlessly to the top rope, and proceeds to sail off into a corkscrew plancha that connects sqaurely against
his rival just as the latter rises to his feet! As the crowd goes ballistic. The Wrestling Machine shakes himself off,
and then proceeds to haul Jiraiya to his feet by the arm; he then executes a perfect rolling wrist snap that sends
his opponent hurtling upside down into the guard rail! Nighthawk regards stares down at his rival, and yells "Do
you repsect me NOW!?" as he picks up up off the floor. The challenger quickly bends his opponent's arm into a
hammerlock, then proceeds to ram him, shoulder-first into the apron. The Wrestling Machine then rolls Kaito back
to the ring, and quickly rolls in behind him; before Seiryuu can react, Nighthawk immediately applies the
Chi-Town Lock (Chickenwing/Headscissors combo), and wrenches on the arm for all he's worth. Kaito screams in
agony, but shakes his head when the official asks him if he wants to quit; reaching out with his free arm, he's
JUST able to grab onto the bottom cable, forcing a break of the submission attempt.)
JJ: Wow! Was that ever close! Nighthawk's really gone to work on that arm, and I'm not sure if it can sustain
much more punishment!
Ryan: Well, it's going to take a hell of a lot to make Kaito even think about saying the words I quit. Nighthawk
may well have to rip the arm out of its socket in order to make that happen.
( Sensing correctly that he's done significant damage to his opponent's arm, Nighthawk quickly goes back to
work on the targeted limb. Yanking his opponent to his feet, the Chicago native quickly twists it into an
armwringer, and then leaps into the air, before twisting himself into a standing tornado armbreaker. In one fluid
motion, Nighthawk applies a grounded hammerlock, and then flips over into a bridge for another submisson
attempt. The crowd beraks out into a "Make Him Quit!" chant, and Nighthawk implores his former friend to quit as
he applies as much pressure as he can to the hold. Kaito appears to be on the verge of tears by this point, but he
shakes his head vigorously in refusal, and once again claws his way toward the ropes. For a moment, it seems as
though he'll have no choice but to call it a night, but, somehow, he's able to summon the strength needed to make
his way over to the ropes, and drape a hand over the bottom strand. The crowd lets out a disappointed graon, and
Nighthawk sighs audibly in frustration; the Wrestling Machine is quick to compose himself, and, as Kaito struggles
back to his feet, the challenger leaps into the air, and connects with a standing moonsault to the injured limb that
sends the champion tumbling through the ropes, and back to the arena floor! Not wanting to give his opponent a
chance to regroup, the Chicago native springs off the opposite set of strands, and propels himself into a the
Corkscrew Tope Suicida that he calls Bullet the Blue Sky; incredibly, Kaito anticiaptes this maneuver, and is
somehow able to connect with a dropsault of his own that catches his challenger squarely in the face!)
JJ: Oh, man! Nighthawk want for it all with that high-risk move, and paid a heavy price for taking the risk!
Ryan: Well, he went big...and now methinks it's time for him to go home...in a box! Hahaha!
JJ: You're a sick, sick man, Ryan!
Ryan: Yeah...it's one of strong points!
(Despite the beating that he's sustained, and the fact that he laned in the injured limb, Kaito still appears to
be in better conditon that his rival, who seems all but knocked out by that attack! Kaito takes a moment to shake
some feeling back into his arm, and turns his attention to his stricken opponent. Grabbing him roughly by the
hair, Jiraiya yanks his opponent to his feet, and then proceeds to lay into him with a series of sick shoot kicks to
the ribs and chest. Nighthawk doubles over in agony, and is in no position to defend himself as Kaito cinches in a
one-handed facelock, then hops onto the apring before planting his opponent with a Tornado DDT to the floor! A
cruel grin flickers across Kaito's face as he regards the prone form of his stricked rival, after poking him in the
face with the sole of his boot, he then hops onto the apron, then leaps onto the second rope, and springboards off
into an amazing Moonsault Double Stomp that connects squarely with the back of his opponent's neck! )
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
( Straddling his opponent, Kaito slaps his across the back of the head, before cinching in a waitslock,
Showing impressive power, he then picks Nighthawk off the mat, and proceeds to take him over with a deadlict
german suplex that causes Nighthawk to land upside down across the ring apron. Hanging upside down, with his
feet entagled in the ropes, Nighthawk can do nothing as Kaito hops onto the ring apron, before perching, in a
seated position, on the top rope. The champion then reaches down, and pulls his challenger up so that he lies
parallel to the floor, and, as the crowd cries in horror, proceeds to leap off the second rope, and connect with a
sick, sick double stomp that sends his opponent crashing to the floor! )
* Crowd Goes Completely Silent!!!! *
( Sasha Brown looks extremely concerned, and rushes over to where Nighthawk lies, asking him if he wants
to continue. Nighthawk somehow manages to nod in response; a gesture that elicits an angry response from Kaito.
Mounting his opponent, Kaito cinches in a guillotine choke, while driving a series of savage knees into the top of
his opponent's head. As he connects with each blow, he yells "Quit!" at the top of his lungs, and grows
increasingly frustrated at his opponent's refusal to give up. Finally, he releases the hold, and rolls his opponent
into the ring, before climbing to the top rope. After taking a moment to bow in mocking fashion to the spectators in
attendance, he sails off into the Imploding Senton that he calls Ryukubdan- a move that connects squarely against
the back and chest of his prone challenger! Kaito then follows up this attack by cinching in an STF, and wrenches
back on the hold for all that he's worth!)
Crowd: Please Don't Quit! Please Don't Quit! Please Don't Quit!
( Spurred on the cheers of his supporters, Nighthawk shakes his head in refusal when Kaito orders him to
give up, and desperately claws his way toward the ropes. Kaito makes his journey more difficult by converting the
hold into a bow and arrow, but, somehow, Nighthawk is able to fight through the pain of this hold, and is able to
roll off of his opponent's knees, and grab onto the strands before further damage can be done. Kaito hisses a curse
in frustration, and vents his anger upon his opponent by firing off a stiff kicks across his opponent's back. With a
predatory grin, the champion waits for his foe to rise, and then springs off the ropes into a tilt-a-whirl
headscissors armbar for another attempted submission. Somehow, Nighthawk is able to find the energy needed to
resist the effects of this hold, and shocks his opponent by countering it into a modidied version of his Black
Tornado Slam. More angered than hurt, the champion scrambles to his feet, and proceeds to springboard off the
middle rope into a quebrada dragon sleeper just as his opponent rises off the mat. For one long agonizing moment,
it seems as though Nighthawk will have no choice but to quit; incredibly, he finds the strength needed to counter
by snapmaring his foe over his shoulder. Before his opponent can react, Nighthawk cinches in an invereted
facelock, and nails Kaito with the rolling cutter he calls Deliverance!)
*ENORMOUS FACE POP! *
JJ: What a move by Nighthawk! How in the name of God was he able to summon up the energy to pull that
off!?
Ryan: I have no clue, and I'm not sure if he does, either!
(As the crowd goes molten, Nighthawk shakes off the effects of the beating that he's suffered, and lets out a
loud war cry. As his opponent struggles to his feet, Nighthawk vaults to the top rope, and proceeds to sail off into
a mind-blowing Shooting Star DDT, planting the champion head-first into the mat! Nighthawk then turns his
opponent over so that he's lying on his stomach, then makes his way back to the top rope, before sailing off into
his vaunted Last Rites shooting star press! The crowd volume can only be referred to as deafening as they watch
this move connect squarely against the back of the champion, and when Nighthawk follows up this attack by
applying his patented Hangman's Clutch, the crowd's cheers are sufficient to shake the walls of the entire
stadium!)
Nighthawk: Say it!
Kaito: NO!
Nighthawk: SAY IT!
Kaito: I...
JJ: He's going to make Kaito say it! He's gonna make Kaito quit!
Ryan: Not if his stable mates have anything to say about it!
(Indeed, at that moment, Terminus and Jason Sandman appear at ringside, and desperately try to get the
referee's attention, complaining loudly that the Hangman's Clutch is actually an illegal choke. Nighthawk stares at
the RTO members in disgust, and relases the hold as he begins to shout insults in their direction. Terminus and
Sandman return the insults in kind; which prompts The Wrestling Machine to respond by running to the top rope,
and sailing off with a crokscrew moonsault that sends Nighthawk's friends sprawling to the floor! Unfortunately
for the challenger, Natalie Snow decides to make her presence known by climbing onto the apron and complaining
about Hawk's "illegal tactics". A non-plussed official orders her off the apron, and an extremely pissed off Sin tries
to pull her down. Natalie grabs onto the official's shirt in order to stay on her perch, and, when Sin finally is able
to pull her to the floor, this causes Natalie to pull the ref over the top rope and to the floor below. Sasha tries to
disentangle himself, but finds this easier said than done as Sin and Natalie immediately start to brawl on the
floor.)
JJ: This situation is completely out of control! Somoeone DO something!
Ryan: You want to do something about it?
JJ: Can I get back to you on that?
( Meanwhile, Night hawk has rolled back in the ring, waits for Kaito to struggle to his feet. When that
happens, he springs off the ropes, and spins into a satellite headscissors, which in turn is converted into another
version of the hangman's clutch. Kaito's cries can be heard throughout the stadium, and he opens his mouth,
apparently ready to utter the two words he swore he would never speak, when a hooded figure appears as if from
nowhere, and slides into the ring. The mysterious figure proceeds to pull Nighthawk off Kaito from behind, and
proceeds to take him down with a sick Straight-Jacket Lung Blower, keeping his perched on his knees. At that
point, Terminus and Sandman slide into the ring, and, along with Kaito, proceed to gran Nighthawk, lift him high
into the air, and slam him down across the knees of the fourth man. The members of RTO slide out just as quickly
as the came...with the obvious exception of Kaito, who lifts the stricken Nighthawk across his shoulder, and then
spikes him down with the Todome Da! As the crowd rains downs jeers, and "Bullshit" chants, Seiryuu cinches in
a Reverse Indian Deathlock, applies a Dragon Sleeper, and then bridges back to apply even more leverage to the
submission. By this time, the official has finally managed to make his way back into the ring, and is checking to
see whether Nighthawk can continue. Haring no response, he checks Nighthawk's arm, and seeing it fall limp,
decides to stop the match before the challenger suffers permanent damage.)
Layne Marshall: Your winner...by referee stoppage...and STILL PWA Light-Heavyweigt Champion....KAITO!
(Kaito keeps the dragon cinched in, and adds insult, and further injury by kneeing his opponent in the back
of the head a couple of times before throwing him to the mat. He then joins his stablemates at the entrance ramp,
along with the hooded figure...who removes his disguise and reveals himself to be none other than Thanatos! The
four men, and Natalie, then back away with evil grins on their faces, while the offical checks on the condition of
Nighthawk, and while Sin curse at them at the top of her lungs.)
JJ Biggs: This is disgusting! Nighthawk was screwed by every single member of RTO, including the man who
appears to be its newest member, Thantos! He had that match won, Ryan! He should be the new Light-Heavyweight
Champion, and everyone in this stadium knows it!
Ryan: Well, Gundan RTO wanted to state its case as the most powerful organization in the PWA, and it sure
as hell did a good job of that in this match! And, if you thought they were bad before, can you imagine how vicious
they'll be with Thantos in that group!? Watch out, everyone! Just watch out!
Investing for the Long Haul
By: Neil
PWA’s owner, Michael Bourne, pours himself a cup of coffee inside of his makeshift office here at Wrigley
Field. As he walks back over towards the conference table with a tray of full coffee mugs, he prepares to iron out a
deal that will make him more money than he dreamed of. He sits down at the conference table, takes a sip of
coffee, and prepares to hear about the investors he’s heard so much about over the past week. Sitting across from
him are the men from earlier in the night, John Harkes, Gil Silver, and Victor Cornelius Roberts.
Bourne: Well, gentlemen, I wasn’t expecting to work this out until after Ignition.
Silver: Let me tell you something, son…cough, cough…some call me a shrewd operator from Texas…cough,
cough…but others, cough, they know a good deal when they see me walkin’ through the door.
Bourne: I appreciate that, Mr. Silver, and believe me when I say this, I know you will be fair in these
negotiations.
Harkes: We will be more than fair, Mr. Bourne. I’ve been looking to get into the wrestling industry for a long
time. I even thought of opening up my own promotion. But why open the doors to another company when the
market is all ready saturated? Investing in a promotion is better than opening up a brand new one. Right, Mr.
Roberts?
Victor Cornelius Roberts blows on his glasses and then wipes the fog off with his striped tie. Once again,
“Mr. Assistant” has been caught not paying attention.
VCR: Huh, what? Oh. Absolutely, John. It only makes business sense.
Bourne: Interesting. Well, out of good faith let me warn you of the product you are investing into. Pro
wrestlers are not the easiest people in the world to deal with. They’re always high strung, always trying to get
under each other’s skin, and do their best to not follow the rules. A bunch of athletic misfits they can be some
times. Just because your name is on their paycheck doesn’t mean they will listen to you or respect you one bit. I
hope you and your fellow investors understand this.
Harkes: We are well aware of what we’re dealing with.
Bourne: Good. With your money backing up PWA and myself, I am sure that I can keep this locker room intact
and make this the best company to work for in the world.
Silver: Shall we get this done or…cough, cough, cough…or are we gonna sit around all night and shoot the
shit?
Mr. Bourne looks slightly irritated as he had to dodge some of Gil Silver’s airborne flem. The old oil baron is
looking mighty sickly tonight. He might not live much longer. But Bourne doesn’t care. All he’s interested in is
this group’s cash to make the much needed PWA improvements.
Bourne: Let’s do this thing.
Pest Control
By: Andrew
(Natalie Snow walks by the side of Terminus as they make their way toward the ring situated inside the
confines of Wrigley Field. "The High Priestess" knows very well that this match is one of the most important
encounters of her Savior's career, and, as she regards the look of steely determination in his eye, she decides that
she'll do whatever it takes to make certain that no one breaks his concentration.
As they turn a corner, Natalie rolls her eyes as she notices the figure of Miranda Buck standing in the middle
of the corridor. Feeling her lips curl into a sneer as she watches little Miss Rhymes With Fuck walk toward them;
before Miranda can even think about saying a word, Natalie has stepped forward, wrenched the microphone from
her hand, and shoved her to the floor.)
Natalie: Terminus has nothing to say at the moment...especially to a fifty-cent crack-whore like yourself!
Miranda: (Looking completely aghast) Well, I never!
Natalie: (with a wicked grin as she ushers Terminus away from the reporter) Those words could NOT be
further from the truth.
(The members of Gundan RTO continue to make their way toward the ring, when the rotund figure of Johnny
Red bursts out of the janitor's closet with a microphone in hand.)
Johnny Red: Hey...Hey! I was wondering if you guys could give me an exclusive interveiw!
(Natalie regards the ex-reporter in the same manner that one would regard a bit of dung that's smeared on
one's shoe.)
Natalie: You want an exclusive!? Well...I've got a GREAT exclusive for you, Red...
(Natalie then proceeds to apply a perfectly executed testicular claw to RED, who emits a high-pitched squeal
as his eyes go saucer wide.)
Natalie: And, here's the headline to the story..."High Priestess Castrates former PWA reporter"!
*with an evil grin* Do you like the sound of that headline, Red?
Red: N-N-N-No...Not really...
Natalie: Well, then...if you don't like it, then I suggest you get back into that closet, and STAY THERE!!!!!!
(Without another word, Red immediately runs back into the closet, slamming the door behind him.
(Just as the two are about to reach the entrance, Terminus stops, and looks Natalie in the eye.)
Terminus: You did very well, just then, Natalie.
Natalie (beaming) Thank you. I just decided that the best way to deal with those pests was to dispose of them
in the same fashion that you'll dispose of Valentine.
Terminus: Indeed. Well, you've done your part, Natalie...now, it's my turn to eliminate the vermin that resides
in the PWA.
(Terminus turns toward the entrance, while Natalie lingers behind, and whipsers a final comment.)
Natalie: I'm looking forward to watching that happen, my love. I really, really am.
#1 Contendership
Brotherhood Bloodletting Match
Terminus vs. Valentine Lionheart
By: Neil
The lights dim in the arena as the insomnia tron blacks out then the words ‘I Just ruined your life’ appear on
the screen, then the lights begin to flash in strobe as "Beyond the north waves" By Immortal starts to blare out over
the expensive sound system, as the lights flash around the arena Valentine steps out in from the entrance ramp in
his black tights, boots and gloves, he looks directly at the ring and then takes a swig of the bottle of water in his
left hand, he walks down to the ring and stops looking at the crowd at the bottom of the ramp before climbing the
steps and walking along the apron he stops staring down the crowd, he tosses the bottle of water into he crowd
laughing and then steps inside the ring and awaits his former brother Terminus.
Biggs: Valentine Lionheart looks extra motivated tonight, Ryan.
Richardson: Of course he does. This is an extended family rivalry, JJ. Father Logan Steel along with
everybody else wants to know who the better man is.
As "Stigmata" starts to play over the sound system,the lights go dim,and strobe lights flicker in time to the
first set of drum beats. This pattern continues until the main riff of the song kicks in. Terminus appears at the top
of the ramp, with "The High Priestess" Natalie Snow hanging off of him. The two saunter toward the ring;
Terminus taking no notice of the fan's jeers, while Natalie laughs dismissively that the invective being thrown
their way. With a final nod to his "High Priestess", Terminus slides into the ring, and gives the ever-popular
throat slash taunt before crouching silently in the nearest corner; as he gives the taunt, Natalie gazes out into the
crowd, and shouts "All Hail Your Savior!" at the top of the lungs, before she makes her way to ringside to lend her
support to "The New Age Punisher."
Biggs: Natalie Snow is crazy, Ryan. I’m not sure I want Terminus to win this match because if he does, he’s
going to preach even more to make the rest of us just as insane as Natalie Snow.
Richardson: You’re crazy! How could you not like the way Terminus handles his business? We need more
people like him!
Terminus and Valentine Lionheart stare each other down with looks of hate. Lionheart yells out that he’s glad
Terminus brought his “bitch”. Up on hearing that, Natalie Snow attempts to charge Valentine only to be held back
by her savior. Miss Snow is ushered out of the ring and told to stand at ring side. Referee Andy Sheppard calls for
the bell and this match is under way! Valentine Lionheart shows off the brand on his forearm, telling the New Age
Punisher that he’s going to get revenge for Logan Steel. Terminus laughs slightly and replies that he did exactly
what Logan Steel taught him.
Biggs: Any idea what the rules of a Brotherhood Bloodletting Match are?
Richardson: No clue but I’m sure it has something to do with blood and whoever has the last pint wins.
The two jaw back and forth over Logan Steel some more, which draws some boos from the crowd. Finally, the
two enemies meet in the middle of the ring with an arm and shoulder tie up! Test of strength leads to Valentine
Lionheart getting the upper hand and walking Terminus back into a corner. Lionheart with some MMA shoulder
thrusts into the face of Terminus, who is literally cornered. Referee Sheppard wants a clean break as Valentine
pushes his weight against Terminus. Lionheart whips Terminus out of the corner…nope…he pulls back on
Terminus’ mask and the New Age Punisher’s head bounces violently off of the canvass! Terminus pops up sitting
holding his head in pain only to be whip lashed even harder by a Valentine Lionheart knee to the back of the
head! Lionheart clamps down on Terminus’ neck and begins to choke the life out of his opponent!
Biggs: Valentine Lionheart is being ruthless to start this match off.
Richardson: Would he be any other way?
Referee Sheppard gets down and wants the choke hold to end…1...2...3...4! Valentine Lionheart powers
Terminus up into a chokeslam position. Terminus reverses that into an arm drag though to get some distance from
his opponent. As Terminus attempts to regain his breathe, Lionheart lunges at him with an attempted
clothesline…Terminus ducks! Chop! WHOOO!!! Valentine Lionheart has no reaction to the chop! Chop!
WHOOOOO!! Still no reaction! Chop! WHOOOOO!!! Lionheart is hulking up as if nothing will faze him! Chop!…no!
Drop kick to the knees and Lionheart is down! Spinning kick to the face of Valentine Lionheart and the big man is
laid out!
Biggs: Oh what a kick by Terminus!
Richardson: His kicks are just a step below Kaito’s here in PWA and that’s saying something!
Terminus doesn’t go for the pinfall though. Rather he drops a double knee to the back of Lionheart’s neck and
then whips back Lionheart’s head, nearly snapping his neck across Terminus’ knees! Lionheart rolls around
holding his neck as Valentine Lionheart barks out that she wants Lionheart to “feel his indiscretion.” Terminus
with a soccer style kick to the head of Lionheart. Another! Another! One more for good measure. Valentine
Lionheart is down on the canvass backed against the ropes. Terminus uses the ropes to form a wicked slingshot
kick to the head of Valentine Lionheart! Lionheart is forced out of the ring.
Biggs: A couple good knees and kicks will bring any big man down.
Natalie Snow taunts Valentine Lionheart on the floor until Terminus rolls out of the ring. Terminus pulls
Lionheart up by his hair and leans him against the ring apron. CHOP!! WHOOOOO!! That time Valentine Lionheart
felt it! He retaliates with a punch that rocks Terminus back! Now Terminus throws back a punch! Lionheart with
another! Terminus with another! Lionheart with a knee to Terminus’ midsection. Doubled over, Terminus finds
himself vulnerable. Violently, Valentine Lionheart grabs him by his head and trunks and slams him hard, head
first into the steel guard rail! OH!!
Biggs: Valentine Lionheart just threw Terminus into that guard rail like he was a football!
Richardson: Lionheart’s physical strength has never been in question.
Right now Terminus is questioning what the hell happened as he’s barely conscious. Valentine Lionheart
huffs out and then turns his attention to Natalie Snow quickly. The woman backs off and then falls on her sweet
ass as she trips over the metal steps. Valentine Lionheart picks up Terminus and then holds him throat first
across the guardrail! Terminus convulses in pain as his adam’s apple is being pushed down his neck! Then
Valentine lets go with a nasty elbow to the back of Terminus’ head, one last time nearly choking Terminus out.
Valentine begins to pull up some of the cow mats from the floor and pushes them aside. He then pulls Terminus
up off the floor and power slams him onto the cold unforgiving concrete! Terminus pops up with an arched spine!
Biggs: I felt the floor move underneath me, Ryan! Terminus could have a broken back from that!
Richardson: Valentine Lionheart might have broken the floor along with Terminus’ back!
Valentine Lionheart let’s out a battle cry as he knows he is in firm control. Natalie Snow knows her savior is
in trouble so she climbs onto the ring apron. She then jumps off with a banshee scream and lands on Valentine
Lionheart’s back! She begins to dig her nails into Lionheart and then like a hungry vampire, sinks her teeth into
the big man’s neck! Lionheart painfully starts to shake the crazed woman off of him until he gets a firm grip onto
her. Before he can do anything to her, Terminus comes from behind and drops Valentine to a knee with a chop
block! Then a well placed round house kick drops Lionheart back to the floor!
Richardson: Terminus saved Natalie Snow again!
Terminus slowly pushes Valentine Lionheart’s body into the ring then gets up onto the apron. Sling shot
summersault leg drop onto Lionheart’s head! Cover! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT!! Terminus wants a faster count from
Referee Sheppard. He then hops to the top turnbuckle as Natalie Snow raises her arms in the air like she’s just
seen God…Terminus with the most perfect 450 Splash you’ll ever see!! Hooks the leg! 1...2...THREE…NO! KICK
OUT!! Terminus can’t believe it! He gets up and walks back over to the turn buckles. He then starts to unlace the
top one as Referee Sheppard can only stand there any watch. He throws the turnbuckle into the crowd but retains
the ropes as the steel D-ring is now exposed. Terminus comes over with the turnbuckle rope and wraps it around
Valentine Lionheart’s neck! Terminus pulls back hard as Lionheart’s face begins to turn red from the rope!
Biggs: Terminus is trying to choke out Valentine with the turnbuckle rope!
Lionheart begins to gain some strength from desperation. He gets up on all fours…then to his feet as
Terminus is riding him like he’s a horse! Lionheart with an elbow! Another elbow! Another! Terminus let’s go of
the rope! Wait…Terminus with a suplex that sends Lionheart over the top rope…my God! Terminus was able to
grab the turnbuckle rope again before Lionheart could hit the floor! Lionheart is hanging!
Richardson: Terminus is hanging Valentine Lionheart like the defiler that he is!
Terminus has both hands on the choke rope as Valentine Lionheart is hanging atleast a foot from the floor!
His face is turning red again, almost purple as he can’t breathe. Natalie Snow stands in front of Lionheart,
taunting him with drunken laughs of insanity. She’s enjoying this hanging like a medieval peasant that has
nothing else for entertainment. If she had a tomato she would throw it at Lionheart just to mock him even more!
Valentine Lionheart is starting to fade and he knows it. With his last ounce of energy he throws a kick…BAM! He
kicks Natalie Snow square in the chest and she falls back, cracking her head on the guard rail! Terminus out of
shock releases the choke rope, causing Lionheart to finally fall to the floor!
Richardson: He…he…he kicked a woman!
Biggs: That bitch deserved it!
Terminus slides out of the ring and tends to Natalie Snow, who is barely with it. As Lionheart is catching his
breath once again, Terminus starts to throw vicious kicks at him. Valentine catches one with his arm and delivers
an inverted atomic drop! Terminus grabs his groin which allows Lionheart to bounce his opponent’s head off the
steel steps! Terminus is now in la-la land with Natalie Snow! Lionheart pushes Terminus back into the ring where
the New Age Punisher is left to shake out the cobwebs. Lionheart reaches under the ring…he’s
searching…searching…ah, yes this is it….Valentine Lionheart holds up a reel of barbed wire and the crowd pops
out of control!
Biggs: Now we’re ready to shed some blood, Ryan.
Richardson: That’s what we’re all here for, right?
Lionheart slides back into the ring with the barbed wire in hand. Terminus is starting to use the ropes to
find his feet again. Terminus is up and he turns around. BLAST! Lionheart just rammed that barbed wire into
Terminus’ face! Lionheart gets that look in his eye as he picks up the barbed wire again. He sets it on Terminus’
masked head and then raises the man to his feet. Valentine questions the crowd if this is their messiah….HELL
NO!!…T-Bone suplex! OHHH!!! Terminus gets planted on his head with the crown of thorns treatment!!!
Biggs: My God that was sick!
Terminus convulses in the ring as the blood is starting to drip out of his mask and down onto the canvass.
Lionheart hooks the leg….1...2...THRE…KICK OUT!! Lionheart laughs momentarily as he looks down at Terminus.
He takes some of his opponent’s blood from the canvass and begins to smear it over his own chest. Then bam! Bam!
Bam! Bam! Thunderous shots to Terminus’ face as he is down helpless! Lionheart takes him by the mask and drops
him on top of the barbed wire, back first, with a vertical suplex! Cover! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT!!
Richardson: Why do you wrestlers beat each other up this way, JJ?
Biggs: For entertainment and Championship gold!
Lionheart doesn’t care if his opponent kicks out. It just allows him to beat on him some more. Valentine picks
up Terminus again and throws him with authority towards the exposed steel turnbuckle! Terminus let’s out a
horrible yell as a spinal disk rams hard into the unforgiving D-ring! Lionheart runs with a full head of steam to
finish Terminus off with a running clothesline…NO! Terminus with a desperate drop toe hold! BAM!! Valentine
Lionheart’s face bounces off the exposed turn buckle! Now Lionheart is convulsing in the ring with a cut open
forehead! Both men are down and looking at the ceiling.
Biggs: With brothers like these, who needs enemies?
Natalie Snow is up on the outside barely able to stand. She slides one of her stiletto shoes into the ring for
her savior to grab. Terminus takes the shoe and STABS it into the head of Valentine Lionheart! STAB STAB STAB
STAB! He’s now digging that high heel into the open wound on Valentine’s forehead!
Richardson: Natalie Snow does love her shoes and now we know why!
Terminus looks at the bloody shoe with a smirk then passes it back to Natalie Snow. She puts it back on like
there isn’t any blood on it at all! Terminus then grabs Lionheart and plants him in the middle of the ring with the
Dies Irae sit-out tiger driver!! Cover! 1...2...THRE…NO! KICK OUT!!! Valentine is starting to bleed heavily from his
destroyed forehead. Terminus looks to target the head as he attempts a Bryce Michaels made famous C-4!! No!
Lionheart pushes Terminus off and towards the ropes. Terminus comes back with the intent to blast his opponent
with a rolling elbow! Lionheart beats him to the punch though and drops him with a sky mountain face plant onto
the barbed wire! Lionheart quickly applies a Twist of Kain…forcing Terminus’ face even deeper into the reel of
barbed wire!
Biggs: Bad position for Terminus to be it!
Richardson: No kidding! A face full of barbed wire is not my idea of a night of fun!
Lionheart is all pumped up as he’s yelling out for Terminus to tap! The crowd is even getting into it by
chanting “TAP! TAP! TAP!” Natalie Snow is screaming for everybody to shut up but it isn’t working! TAP! TAP! TAP!
Terminus has to dig deeper than the barbed wire is digging into his face! No! He won’t tap! He won’t! He can’t! TAP!
TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! Lionheart keeps yelling as he pulls back for even more leverage! TAP! TAP! NO! Terminus
WILL NOT TAP!! Sweat and blood running down his body forces Valentine Lionheart to release the Twist of Kain.
He isn’t done though as he stomps on Terminus’ head to force him one last time into the barbed wire.
Biggs: Terminus survives the barbed wire in his face!
Valentine slides back out of the ring and looks underneath again. He pulls out a steel chair and slides it into
the ring. He then looks back under again to find something else. Natalie Snow looks like she’s going to jump on
his back again. But she backs off quickly as Lionheart pops out from under the ring with a sledgehammer in his
hand! He then fakes taking a swing at her to keep the woman and bay for the rest of the match possibly. Lionheart
steps back into the ring with the sledge hammer in hand. He wipes away some of the blood soaked hair from his
face. He gets that devious look in his eye again as he towers over Terminus. He then looks out to the mad crowd
with a smile and prepares to end this once and for all. Valentine Lionheart brings the sledgehammer down onto
Terminus’ head for the kill! NO!!! Terminus barely got out of the way and to his feet! He kicks at the handle and
breaks the sledge hammer in two! Lionheart takes a swing with the broke stake he has now! Terminus dodges that
too! Terminus hops onto VL’s shoulders…rana and the stake goes flying! Terminus has the mount on Lionheart and
starts punching away! Natalie Snow keeps cheering loudly as her savior is still alive!
Biggs: Terminus has flipped the tables! Now he’s in control!
Blood and sweat are flying everywhere as Terminus throws haymakers while Valentine tries to deflect the
blows! Terminus connects with one, two, three, four, five solid shots and Lionheart is barely out of it. Terminus is
all pumped up as he grabs the steel chair. He swings the chair wildly as Lionheart gets to his feet…miss!
Lionheart with a punch that rocks Terminus! Another one! Another one! Another…no! Terminus blocks it with the
chair! Lionheart could have broken his hand there! CRACK! OH!!
Biggs: What a chair shot from Terminus!
Richardson: That might be it from Valentine Lionheart!
Terminus with the cover! 1!…2!…THREE!….NO!! DAMN IT! HE KICKS OUT AGAIN!!! Terminus wastes no time
as he had his next move planned. He steps up the chair in the middle of the ring and leans Lionheart’s barely
conscious body next to it, head leaned back against the chair seat. Terminus hops to the top turnbuckle. No he
wouldn’t, he couldn’t…Terminus takes off with a flying leg drop across the ring to land on top of Valentine
Lionheart’s head! It isn’t there! CRASH!! Terminus flies through the empty chair and lands on it in a way that
normal people just can’t sit on a damn chair! The chair is flattened in an abnormal position as Terminus is sitting
there in so much pain he doesn’t know what to do! Finally he falls over and reaches for his rear end!
Richardson: Terminus could have broken his ass!
Biggs: That could have been Lionheart’s head!
The crowd is out of control as both men are laid out! Natalie Snow is pounding on the ring apron for the one
she loves! Terminus hears her pounding and tries to will on despite the pain. He gets to his knees, holding his
rear end still. He then gets to his feet and stands up. He turns around thinking he has the advantage but
Valentine Lionheart has all ready been standing for what seems like an eternity! Right fist! Left fist! Righty! Lefty!
Terminus is rocked back from the heavily blows! Roaring elbow drops Terminus like a bad habit! Lionheart’s knees
go weak as he falls against the ropes. He can feel it. He can taste the victory and the revenge. He reaches down
towards his left boot and pulls something out. He shows it off to the crowd!
Biggs: My God! That’s a Logan Steel blood collecting syringe!
Richardson: Oh man I know what he’s going to do with that!
So does Valentine Lionheart! He’s had this sick and ironic idea passing through his mind ever since he
witnessed Logan Steel laid up in a hospital bed! Take Terminus’ blood and personally deliver it to Logan Steel! He
starts to approach Terminus with the syringe in a stabbing position. He wipes some bloody hair out of his eyes.
He’s going to stab this mother fucker to end this match for himself and Logan Steel. Take this you son of a bitch!
Valentine Lionheart brings down the syringe hard to collect the blood of Terminus! Wait! He stops short! My God!
The crowd goes into a collective groan and only Natalie Snow can celebrate this! Terminus took the head of the
sledgehammer and rammed it hard into Lionheart’s groin!
Biggs: Jesus Christ!
Richardson: Now that’s what I call a low blow!
Lionheart is doubled over in pain as he drops the syringe to the canvass. He then falls to his knees and
clutches his groin! The pain is unbearable! Terminus looks up with a sick smile as he’s now the one with the
syringe! THRUST!!! BAM!! Blood collecting syringe STABBED into Valentine Lionheart’s spine! Now the low blow
feels like nothing as the syringe is stuck deep into his spine and in a hard to reach place! Lionheart reaches
behind his back to pull it out! Terminus takes advantage!…APOTHEOSIS!!! Spinning Unprettier on Valentine
Lionheart! Terminus makes the cover! 1!...2!...THREEE!!!! Natalie Snow throws her arms up in the air in
celebration!
Biggs: That was a disgusting way for this match to end, Ryan!
Richardson: Are you kidding me? That might have been the greatest ending to a match in the entire history of
pro wrestling! That is unless you are Valentine Lionheart!
The crowd is sickened by what they just saw as the ending shot on Valentine Lionheart. The man is out cold!
Terminus begins to exit the ring with a blood covered body. Natalie Snow quickly runs over to her savior and
congratulates him with the biggest hug of all time. Meanwhile, Referee Sheppard is calling for some medical
attention to get this needle out of Lionheart’s back. Terminus is content to leave the syringe behind. He hopes
Valentine Lionheart gives the blood syringe back to Logan Steel full of Lionheart blood. Oh the irony. Hopefully
this blood feud is over. But hopefully not.
PWA World Heavyweight Championship
Three Stages of Hell, 2 Out of 3 Falls
Jostrodomus vs. Shaun Andrews
By: Jason & Andrew (MMA part)
Layne Marshall: Ladies and gentlemen... this... is your PWA Main Event of the evening! And it is to be
contested in the 3 STAGES OF HELL!!!
Every single fan in attendance go ballistic over the fact that the much-anticipated Main Event has finally
arrived. Once the cheering dies down a bit, Layne continues his introductions.
Layne Marshall: The object of this match is for either contender to win 2 out of the 3 Stages of Hell! When the
bell rings, the 3 Stages of Hell will be as follows! The first stage will be contested under the rules of the Mixed
Martial Arts! The second stage will be contested under Last Man Standing rules! And should the third and final
stage be needed to decide the winner, it will be contested inside the Hell In A Cell!!!
Another huge pop ensues for the announcement of the 3 Stages. The fans cannot wait any longer. They want
this match to happen, and they want it now. But first, we've yet to hear a word from Carl or Ray about their
thoughts of the 3 Stages.
JJ Biggs: Are you ready for this!? The PWA faithful will definitely be in for a shock once this match gets
under way! PWA World Heavyweight champ, Jostrodomus, defending the belt against the #1 contender, Shaun
Andrews, in what is surely to be one hell of a battle for the most coveted belt the PWA has to offer!
Ryan Richardson: They're gonna rip each other to shreds! If any of them survive this and walk out with the
top prize, it'll be a freak'n miracle!
JJ Biggs: Did you just say "freak'n"!?
Ryan Richardson: The match hasn't started for me to say the other word, JJ!
JJ Biggs: Folks, this match is about to get underway!
"Wild Out" by The Lox begins to blare throughout the arena speakers, and the fans are fully aware of it as the
heel heat is instantly poured on. Shaun Andrews begins walking down the aisle, pumping himself up for the
match by shadowboxing all the way to the ring. He climbs up the ring steps and through the ropes to continue his
shadowboxing in the ring for a bit. The heel heat continues to rain down upon him as he pounds his fist to his
chest. He then picks a corner and leans against it, waiting on his opponent to arrive.
JJ Biggs: Clearly Shaun Andrews has the advantage going into this first stage, with his extensive background
in Bazilian-style Jiu Jitsu. Add to that his diverse wrestling style, and that spells trouble for our World Champ.
Ryan Richardson: You're damn right it does, JJ! Shaun's got this first stage in the bag, and clearly he'll have
the second one in the bag too 'cause Jostrodomus should be a pushover by then!
The heel heat dies out completely as "Enemey" by Sevendust blasts over the PA system. The fans start to cheer
as smoke fills the entrance way. Jostrodomus emerges from the smoke with arms in the air, fist clinched, World
Heavyweight championship strapped around his waist, ready to fight. He walks down to the ring with that
ever-popular shit-eating grin on his face that we've all become accustomed to and arrogantly gets into the ring as
the fans continue cheering. He throws his arms in the air for one last firework show and pop from the fans before
leaning against the ropes before the match starts.
JJ Biggs: And there's our World Champ! Jostrodomus is sure to have his hands full in this match, but that
won't be the first time he's been in this type of situation. In fact, he had to go through two people to get the top
prize, and that was no easy task, if I recall!
Ryan Richardson: He got lucky, JJ! That's all he did! Either Terminus or Valentine should be in this ring
opposite from Shaun Andrews! Not Jostrodomus! He's the luckiest bastard alive, but tonight his luck runs out
against Shaun!
Layne Marshall: When the bell rings, the first fall will be contested under the rules of the Mixed Martial Arts!
And they are as follows! There will be 3 five-minute rounds! Only striking and submissions are allowed! The
winner will be determind either by knockout, by submission, by referee stoppage, or by a judge's decision!
Huge pop from the fans. Shaun Andrews reverts back to his shadowboxing as Layne Marshall continues the
introductions.
Layne Marshall: Introducing first, the challenger... from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 205
pounds... he is the "Offensive One"... SHAUN ANDREWS!!!
Shaun beats his fist against his chest and raises it in the air, drawing some major heel heat from the fans in
the process. He then burns a hole right through Jostrodomus' head with the most intense stare ever. Jostrodomus
runs a thumb across hsi throat, letting Shaun know that he's gonna kill him tonight as Layne Marshall continues
the introductions.
Layne Marshall: And his opponent... from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 265 pounds... he is the
PWA World Heavyweight Champion... the "#1 Stunna"... JOSTRDOMUS!!!
Jostrodomus takes his belt off of his waist and holds it up in the air for all to see. A massive pop erupts
throughout the arena, as well as chants of "Jos-tro-dom-us! *clap clap clap-clap-clap*". The referee takes the belt
from Joz and shows it to Shaun Andrews. Shaun nods his head, and the ref then holds the title in the air for all
to see.
JJ Biggs: We're all set! Both of these men can't wait to tear each other limb from limb in this match!
Ryan Richardson: Well, what are we waiting for!? Ring the bell already! They're only prolonging the
inevitable!
(The referee checks to see if Shaun andrews is ready, who responds with a simple nod. He then checks with
Jostrodomus, who nods as well. The ref finally calls for the bell (DING!) and both Joz and Shaun waste no time in
going after one another. They meet in the center of the ring already landing blow for blow upon one another.
Shaun tries to tie up Joz's arms and push him all the way to the ropes. They begin jockeying for position, taking it
from the ropes to the nearest corner, with Shaun Andrews pinned in. Joz manages to get an arm free and begins
punching away at Shaun's ribs at an attempt to free his other arm. But while he's trying, Shaun lands a couple of
Forearm Shots on Joz's head. The referee finally gets in between the two and forces a break. Joz backs away and
the fight continues in the middle of the ring with both competitors sizing each other up. Shaun tries on a Low
Kick to Joz's knees for good measure. Joz counters with a punch aimed at Shaun's head, which gets deflected. But
Joz is quick to follow up with an Uppercut that catches Shaun off guard. Joz seizes the moment and unleashes a
fury of punches, trying to capitalize on this moment. Shaun does his best to cover himself up and deflect as many
blows as possible. He then sees an opening and tackles Joz to the ground. Shaun tries to position himself as Joz
does his best to try to pry Shaun off of him. The Number One Stunna doesn't have much luck in this regard, so he
opts instead to apply a guard, while Andrews fires a series of forearms aimed at his opponent's head. Joz manages
to avoid getting hit with anything clean, but can't really mount any sort of counter-attack; Andrews continues to try
and squirm free of the guard, and, after a moment, is able to pass to side control. Andrews digs in a couple of hard
punches to the ribs, and then floats over to the rear mount as his opponent tries to scurry toward the sanctuary of
the ropes. Shaun drives a crushing forearm to the back of the head, and then sinks in a rear naked choke as he
rolls over onto his back. Joz's eyes go wide as he realizes that he's in a terrible position. However, he refuses to
submit, and manages to use his size advantage to roll back onto his stomach, and grab onto the ropes to force a
break. Andrews realizes that there isn't much time left in the round, and fires a quick knee on the break just as
the bell rings to end the opening stanza. Joz's head rockets back on his shoulders, and he staggers back to his
corner looking fairly woozy as the crowd boos Andrews for using cheap tactics.)
JJ: What a dispicable move by Andrews. He was already in control at that point, so why would he feel the
need to nail his opponent with a cheap shot!?
Ryan: Umm...lemme see...because he could?
(Joz tries to recuperate during the break, while Andrews just stares across the ring at his opponent, burning a
hole through him with his stare. As the bell rings to begin the second round, Andrews flies out of the corner,
leaps into the air, and nails his opponent with a flying knee that sends Joz crashing in a heap. Andrews
immediately follows by raining rights and lefts down upon the champ, who can only cover up in a feeble attempt to
ward off the assault. Andrews searches for an opening, and then grabs Joz's left arm, and scissors it with his legs,
before falling back with an attempted cross armbreaker. Joz desperately tries to keep the limb from being
hyper-extended, as manages to shift to his feet in order to prevent that from happening. In turn, Andrews converts
the hold into a Triangle Choke Armbar combo, and begins to squeeze on the hold for all that he's worth. For one
long moment, it seems as though Joz will succumb to the effects of the submission; however, he shows his
impressive power by picking Andrews off the mat, then slamming him down with a modified power-bomb. A
stunned Andrews is forced to release the hold, and Joz quickly follows up with a series of hard right hands to the
jaw. Andrews tries to fend off these blows as best he can while working back into the guard, but Joz once again
powers out of this position by scooping Andrews off the mat, and then driving him back down with a modified
spinebuster. Before Andrews can react, Joz then grabs him, and cinches in a guillotine choke as the crowd roars
in approval. Joz applies as much pressure as he can to the hold, while Andrews tries desperately to resist the
effects of the submission. The crowd yells "Tap! Tap! Tap!" as loud as it can, but Shaun refuses to do so, and
manages to survie until the bell rings to end the second round.)
JJ: What a turn-around! Joz assumed complete control near the end of the round, and came very close to
beating Andrews at his own game!
Ryan: Yeah...he had Shaun in a world of trouble, but wasn't quite able to put him away. The question is...will
Joz be able to capitalize on the advantage that he gained in that last stanza?
(Now it's Joz who regards his opponent with a predatory stare, while Andrews tries desperately to recuperate
during the break. As the bell rings to begin the third round, Joz charges out, and quickly spears his still-groggy
opponent to the mat. Andrews tries to scramble away from his opponent, but Joz is having none of it; grabbing his
opponent in a rear waistlock, he proceeds to lift him off the mat, and slam him down with a Karelin Lift. Keeping
a hold of the waistlock, he then lifts him off the mat again, and tosses him over with a release german suplex! As
Andrews struggles to his feet, Joz tries to take his head off with a Side Thrust Kick...however, Andrews is
somehow able to duck this attack, and applies the Kaha-Jatame that he calls Rap It Up! Before Joz can react,
Andrews falls back into a suplex, while keeping his grip on the hold; he then continues to crank up the pressure,
while Joz's efforts to resist the hold subside. The official check's Joz's arm to see if he's still awake...seeing it fall
limply to the mat, he then signals the timekeeper to ring the bell to end the first fall! Andrews releases the hold,
and shoeves Joz off him before celebrating his victory by playing to the jeers of the crowd.)
Layne Marshall: The winner of the first fall, by submission at one minute and ten second of the third
round....Shaun Andrews!!!
JJ: Well, Shaun Andrews overcame a spirited effort from Joz, and ahas assumed a one fall lead in this best
two-of-three falls match!
Ryan: Yeah...and more important, he did quite a bit of damage to Joz in the process, which will serve him
well in the next fall!
JJ Biggs: Folks, if you thought that MMA-style fight was insane, you haven't seen anything yet! Now we're in
Last Man Standing territory! The only way one of these two is gonna win is if the other one can't answer a count
of 10! And with Shaun Andrews up 1-0 in the match, you can rest assure that he'll stop at nothing to pick up the
second fall!
Ryan Richardson: I was gonna say that!
JJ Biggs: I know. I just made your job easier! You should be thanking me!
Ryan Richardson: I'll be thanking you when my boy, Shaun Andrews, becomes 2-0 in the match and finally
wins the World Title!
Joz is slow to get up, but Shaun doesn't care as he's right back on top of him, pummelling him with lefts and
rights. But wait! Joz rolls over and now he's on Shaun Andrews with some fists of his own! The referee manages
to pull them apart, but that doesn't last long as Joz is right back on Shaun and pulling him up to his feet. He
shoves him into the corner and proceeds to drill the side of his head with several Elbow Smashes. He whips
Shaun to the far corner and charges after him, only to have Shaun sidestep him, toss him through the middle rope
and into the ring post shoulder-first! Shaun pulls Joz out of the ropes and begins working on the shoulder by
executing an Arm Wrench. He than does further damage to the arm by dropping the champ in a Single-Arm DDT.
Shaun slides out of the ring and starts to search underneath the ring for a weapon. It doesn't take him long,
however, as he surfaces with a steel chair!
JJ Biggs: Uh-oh! The champ's in trouble now!
Ryan Richardson: I told you! Shaun's gonna be 2-0 after this chair shot!
Or so he thinks as Joz is starting to get back up to his feet. Shaun slides into the ring, chair in hand, and
prepares to blast Joz over the head with it, but Joz grabs onto the chair as it comes down. A slight struggle ensues
until Joz kicks Shaun in the gut, forcing him to release his grip. Joz turns the chair on its side and jams the edge
of the chair in Shaun's chest, dropping him to his knees gasping for air. Joz slams the chair on the mat, grabs
Shaun by his mohawk, and DDTs him onto the chair! The referee begins the mandatory 10 count as Joz slides out
of the ring and begins searching under the ring as well. (1!) Shaun hasn't budged and Joz continues his search.
(2!) The fans begin cheering for Joz as he finally finds something of use and pulls it out from under the ring. (3!)
JJ Biggs: I retract what I said earlier! Now Shaun's in trouble! First the DDT onto the chair, and now Joz
finds a table!
Ryan Richardson: (4!) He'll get up! He's playing possum right now! Once the champ gets back in the ring,
Shaun'll nail him with the chair!
(5!) Shaun begins to stir as Joz slides the table into the ring. (6!) Joz slides in as Shaun makes his way back
up to his feet. Joz sees this and pulls Shaun by the mohawk again. He sets Shaun up... Belly-to-Belly Suplex!
Shaun lands right next to the table, which is not set up by the way. Joz grabs the table and leans it against the
turnbuckles. He sets it to where it doesn't slide down, grabs Shaun by the mohawk yet again, and leans him
against the table. Joz walks over to the far corner and points to Shaun, drawing a huge pop from the fans. Joz
charges in, but Shaun sidesteps the charge. Luckily, Joz was quick to put on the breakes before crashing through
the table. But Shaun grabs him and snaps him down in a Snap Suplex! Shaun grabs the table and removes it from
the corner. He then sets it up perpendicular to the corner as Joz begins to get back up to his feet. Shaun grabs him
by the head, walks him over to the corner, and bashes the champ's head on the top turnbuckle repeatedly. The
fans begin booing Shaun as he brings Joz's head down to the middle turnbuckle and bashes it there repeatedly as
well. Joz falls to the mat in a heap as Shaun climbs out of the ring. The referee begins the count on Joz as Shaun
searches underneath the ring for something else. (1!) Joz rolls over and holds his head as the turnbuckle bashing
is beginning to take its toll on him. (2!) Shaun scurries about at ringside looking for something, but can't seem to
find it. (3!) Joz slinks his way up to the lower turnbuckle. He then grabs onto the middle ropes and tries to pull
himself up some more. (4!) Shaun finally finds what he's looking for and pulls it out. He holds up a bag above his
head and parades around the ring with it as Joz pulls himself up to the top turnbuckle. (5!)
JJ Biggs: Joz just had his head rattled by the "Offensive One" and now Shaun's looking to do further damage
with whatever's in that bag!
Ryan Richardson: (6!) Nothing good can ever come from that bag, and Joz will learn that lesson real soon!
(7!) Joz stumbles about the ring. The referee checks with him to see if he's alright, but before he can find out
Shaun blasts the champ with a stiff Elbow Shot to the back of the head. Shaun begins nodding his head as if he
thinks he has this match won. He opens the bag up and begisn to pour the contents of it out onto the table. The
fans boo him once again when they find out that inside the bag is nothing but...
JJ Biggs: Thumbtacks!?!?!?
Ryan Richardson: Our champ's about to become a human pin cushion!
Shaun brings the now-empty bag over to Joz and puts it over his head! He stomps away at the champ a few
times before finally pulling him up to his feet and dragging him over to the corner where the thumbtacked table
resides. He lifts the blindfolded Joz up and sets him on the top turnbuckle. Shaun runs a thumb across his throat,
drawing more heel heat from the fans as he ascends the turnbuckles. He unveils Joz's head so that the champ can
see what's in store for him. Joz, now able to see the light, begins fighting Shaun off of him by punching him in
the ribs. Shaun counters back with a headbutt to stop the champ in his tracks. Shaun sets Joz up for a Suplex
attempt... but Joz grabs onto the ropes! Shaun tries again, but Joz won't let go! Joz fires off some more shots to the
ribs. The fans get behind the champ as he sets Shaun up... #1 STUNNA THROUGH THE THUMBTACKED
TABLE!!!!!!!
fans: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
JJ Biggs: Both men are down!!! Joz nailed the #1 STUNNA, but it took a lot out of him too!!!
Ryan Richardson: Shaun's gonna be the first one back up!!! I know it!!!
The referee begins the count, and the fans join in! (1!!!) Neither man makes a move! Some of the fans begin a
"Jos-tro-dom-us" chant to try to awaken him! (2!!!) Still neither man has moved an inch! The "Jos-tro-dom-us"
chants become louder! (3!!!) Joz is the first to make a move, and we see that his chest and arms are covered in the
thumbtacks! (4!!!) Joz rolls over and tries to find the ropes to help pull himself up! (5!!!) He finds them and begins
the slow ascent as Shaun now begins to stir! (6!!!) Joz is up to the middle rope as Shaun tries to remove himself
from the debris and the tacks! (7!!!) We see that almost the entire backside of Shaun is laden with the tacks, and
covered in blood! (8!!!) Joz has made his way almost completely upright! Shaun is on his knees trying to reach for
the ropes to pull himself up! (9!!!!!) Joz is now leaning against the ropes and trying to pull the tacks out of his arms
as Shaun makes one more desperate reach for the ropes!!! (10!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
(DING! DING! DING!)
The fans cheer loudly for the champ as he's now evened the score!
Layne Marshall: The winner of the second fall... JOSTRODOMUS!!!
JJ Biggs: The champ did it!!! We're all tied up!!!
Ryan Richardson: Damnit damnit DAMNIT!!! What's it gonna take to keep this guy down!?!?!?
JJ Biggs: Maybe the Hell In A Cell will do the trick!?!?!?
Ryan Richardson: It better, or else Shaun Andrews owes me a lot of money!!!
As champion and contender take a breather, the Hell In A Cell structure begisn to lower down from the
rafters. But Joz wastes no time and stumbles his way over to Shaun! He grabs him and tosses him out of the ring!
Joz climbs out of the ring and tosses Shaun down toward the entrance ramp! The structure reaches the floor and
the ring crew secure it in place as both contenders duke it out OUTSIDE OF THE CELL! The referee makes his
way out of the cell as Joz whips Shaun into the side of the cell. But Shaun decides to grab onto it and start
climbing up the side!
JJ Biggs: Shaun's going up!
Ryan Richardson: He's going where Jostrodomus is afraid of going... to the top!
Joz walks over and grabs Shaun by the leg. Shaun clings onto the side of the cage for dear life! Joz yanks on
his leg more, but Shaun just won't let go! Joz figures out the best way to get him to let go and uppercuts Shaun
right between the legs! Shaun's now lifeless on the side of the cage as Joz grabs both of his legs, gives him one
last yank and Powerbombs the Offensive One right onto the concrete floor!
fans: Ho-ly shit! Ho-ly shit! Ho-ly shit!
JJ Biggs: Shaun may have cracked ribs from that move!!!
Ryan Richardson: NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Joz goes over for the cover... 1... 2... T... KICKOUT! Somehow, Shaun was able to kick out! Joz grabs Shaun's
legs again and this time he Catapults him into the side of the cell! Shaun collides with the cell and falls back...
right onto Joz's knees, causing more pain to his back! Joz rolls him off of his knees and goes for the cover again...
1... 2... KICKOUT AGAIN! Joz pulls Shaun up and begins grating his face along the side of the cell! Blood runs
down the face of the Offensive One as Joz continues grating his face!
JJ Biggs: This is turning out to be quite the bloodfest!
Ryan Richardson: Good thing this isn't a First Blood Match! Shaun's gonna make a comeback... real soon! I'm
telling ya, JJ! Just watch and see!
Joz pulls Shaun's face away from the fence-like structure and proceeds to bash it against the wall, but Shaun
blocks. Joz tries again, but Shaun blocks again. Shaun elbows Joz's gut, which causes him to release his hold on
the Offensive One. Shaun begins punching away at the champ, knocking seven bells out of him in the process.
Now Shaun grabs Joz by the head and waist, and rams him headfirst into the door, flinging it open in the process!
Joz falls into a heap right in front of the ring steps as Shaun enters the cell. Shaun removes the top half of the
ring steps and tosses them aside. He stands on the bottom half of the steps and reaches down to pull Joz up by his
head. Shaun Sets him up and lifts Joz off the ground in a Vertical Suplex, but doesn't drop him! Instead, he stalls
with the champ in the vertical position as the fans direct the heel heat toward him with threatening chants of
"You suck!" Shaun pays them no mind, however, and after countless seconds of having Joz in the vertical base...
he plants him on the ring steps in a Brainbuster Suplex! Joz writhes in pain as he clutches his head! Shaun goes
for the cover on the ring steps... 1... 2... TH... KICKOUT!
JJ Biggs: Somehow, Joz was able to summon enough strength to kick out of that potentially dangerous
maneuver!
Ryan Richardson: He should've stayed down! Now, my boy's gonna make him pay!
Shaun grabs Joz and throws him back into the ring. He then slides in and drags Joz's limp body over to
where the thumbtacks remain. He runs his thumb across his throat, signaling the end of the match! He maneuvers
the champ to where he can get a good landing on the tacks and sets him up by first hooking the leg and then the
arm of the champ! He lifts the champ up... WRIST-CLUTCH FISHERMAN... NO! Joz doesn't go all the way up!
Shaun tries again... but Joz doesn't go all the way up again! Joz tries to fight his way out of the finisher by sending
several Elbow Shots in the direction of Shaun's head! Joz follows through with a kick to the gut! He sets Shaun
up... DOMUS ENDING INTO THE TACKS!!! Shaun Andrews ends up in the tacks for the second time tonight!!!
JJ Biggs: He's got him!!! He's got him!!!
Ryan Richardson: No he doesn't!!! No he doesn't!!!
Joz drops down for the cover. The fans count along with the referee...
fans: ONE........................................... TWO....................................................... THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
"Enemy" by Sevendust blares throughout the arena, but you can barely hear it as the fans in attendance are
now marking out over the champ's hard-fought victory! Joz is beside himself over how he managed to pull that one
off as the referee hands him the World Heavyweight championship!
Layne Marshall: Here is your winner... and STILL the PWA World Heavyweight Champion... the #1
STUNNA... JOSTRODOMUS!!!!!!!!!!
Joz drops down to his knees and clutches his World Title tight as the fans continue to pour out their
admiration for the champ! EMTs enter the cell to check on Shaun Andrews as Joz looks at what he's done to the
Offensive One!
JJ Biggs: Jostrodomus did it!!! He retained in one helluva epic battle that you can rest assure he'll never
forget!!!
Ryan Richardson: That sonofabitch got lucky again!!! Shaun Andrews clearly had the match won!!! It's a
conspiracy!!!
JJ Biggs: Nevertheless... Jostrodomus is STILL your PWA World Heavyweight champ, ladies and gentlemen!!!
Unfortunately, that's all the time we have for tonight!!! So for Ryan Richardson, I'm JJ Biggs saying so long from
Ignition!!!
Joz finally makes his way back up to his feet and holds the title up high for all in attendance to see! Chants
of "JOS-TRO-DOM-US!!! *clap clap clap-clap-clap*" now echo throughout the arena, once again drowning out Joz's
theme music! He then exits the ring and the cell and stumbles his way to the backstage area, thanking the fans
along the way as we finally fade to black on this epic night!
Looking For a New Direction
By: Neil
“Shoots and Ladders” by Korn begins to play and Mr. Michael Bourne begins to make his way down to the
blood soaked ring with Jostrodomus and Shaun Andrews begin to leave ring side. Andrews doesn’t look too happy
and says something to Mr. Bourne on the way back up but the boss doesn’t even reply. Following behind Mr.
Bourne are the three investors from earlier in the night, John Harkes, Gil Silver, and Victor Cornelius Roberts.
The four men enter the ring with VCR having to help the 80 something year old Gil Silver into the ring. Mr.
Bourne asks for a microphone and is promptly handed one.
Bourne: Thank you ladies and gentlemen for coming out tonight to PWA’s Ignition event! This was truly a
ground breaking event in PWA history as it was full of great action and amazing surprises! But before you all leave
tonight I want to give you all one more BIG surprise to complete the night. Standing in this ring with me are three
men: Mr. Harkes, Mr. Silver, and Mr. Roberts. All three men are successful in what they do and know a good
product when they see it. So tonight I would like to inform you all that these three men have put their minds
together along with their check books in order to invest into the Premiere Wrestling Alliance product! Yes you all
heard right! With these three men investing into PWA that means cheaper ticket prices and merchandise for you
all as well as a better product inside of the ring!
The crowd gives the three men a nice round of applause as the three men nod and wave out to everybody.
Then John Harkes in his athletic jogging suit asks for a microphone himself. He’s given one as Mr. Bourne looks
on with some confusion.
Harkes: That is true, Mr. Bourne. We are committed to bringing these fans the best product that PWA can
produce. But of course, with our money comes some requests.
Bourne: Requests? Heh, we should have gone over those before we signed the paper’s gentlemen.
Harkes: Hey, that’s your problem. If we’re going to put our money into this company then there’s going to need
to be some changes around here. And I’m talking about fundamental changes from the top of the organization
down.
Bourne: What are you talking about? There’s no need for drastic changes, guys. We just had the best event in
PWA history!
Bourne continues to get slightly hot under the collar as the investors look to be more confident inside of the
ring tonight.
Harkes: You’re right, this was PWA’s best event so far but it was the wrestlers who made tonight the best
event in PWA history….not you. Yeah, the three of us talked it over before we came out here, Bourne. We wanted
to make sure we made the right changes at the right time. And now is the right time to make a directional change.
Bourne: Guys, I don’t think we should be out here anymore. Yeah, let all these folks go home. It’s been a long
night.
Harkes: No, I think the fans are going to want to stick around for this one, Michael. See the three of us
decided since money talks and bullshit walks, it’s time YOU take your bullshit elsewhere.
Mr. Bourne doesn’t look too happy about this at all as some in the crowd start cheering loudly.
Harkes: As our first financial decision here in Premiere Wrestling Alliance…we the investors are relieving
you of your duties in order to get a more experienced, fan friendly, wrestler friendly guy to run this company.
Bourne: You’re kidding me right? Everybody loves me!
The crowd boos!
Bourne: Fine you can all kiss my ass! You won’t find anybody to run this company better than I can!
Harkes: But we all ready have, right, gentlemen? I believe he was fired by you earlier tonight, Bourne, and we
just happened to hire him before some other company grabbed him up. Ladies and gentlemen, if you would turn
your attention towards the entrance ramp. We the investors are PROUD to introduce the new Commissioner of
Premiere Wrestling Alliance…THE BUTCHER!!
Mr. Bourne puts his hands over his face in disgust as “Nutshell” by Alice in Chains kicks up. The Butcher,
dressed up in a nice snazzy black suit and tie walks out onto the entrance ramp and waves out to the crowd who
starts to instantly chant “Butcher! Butcher! Butcher!” The 43-year old new Commissioner of PWA laughs a little bit
at the crowd’s reaction before pulling out a microphone from his jacket.
The Butcher: Thank you, thank you, all. And a special thank you to the investors for giving me this opportunity.
There’s going to be plenty of opportunity in this promotion now that I’m around. Bourne, your opportunity to run
PWA just ran out…YOU’RE FIRED!!
The crowd cheers loudly as Michael Bourne gets an angry look over his face as he starts to flip out in the
ring!
Biggs: Would you look at that? Mr. Bourne fired The Butcher earlier tonight for no showing and now The
Butcher has Bourne’s job!
Richardson: Are you kidding me? I don’t think I can take anymore of this!
Biggs: Neither can I! Ladies and gentlemen, thanks for tuning into PWA presents Ignition! We’ll see you again
shortly for Violation 8!
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