Point of No Return
Wednesday, August 27th, 2008
Madison Square Garden in New York, New York
Dark Match:
Jose' Jose' vs. Demon Knight
Written by: Neil
Demon Knight came out to the ring first, showing these PWA fans that the rumors of his size were indeed truth. The 300-pounder dwarfed Referee Sasha Brown as he roamed around the ring like a caged animal. Then Jose’ Jose’ stepped out from the back wearing a brand new Brett Favre NY Jets jersey, quickly sending the crowd into a frenzy. Once the match started Jose’ Jose’ attempted to bring Mr. Knight down with some orthodox drop kicks that had no effect. His arm drags were blocked until he was turned inside out by a clothesline. From that moment until the end Demon Knight showed the power he possessed. A high military press slam by him followed up by a double knee drop to the face of Jose’! He demolished Jose’ Jose’ in the corner with a full head of steam shoulder to the face. A top rope BT bomb by Demon Knight sealed the deal but Knight wasn’t done yet as he pulled Jose’ Jose’ up at a close 2-count.
He whipped Jose’ to the ropes for a Knight Spinebuster but again pulled Jose’ up just to show he was looking to hurt the man. And sure enough Demon Knight did just that with a tombstone piledriver he calls the Black Death. Referee Brown didn’t even bother for the count and just called for the bell as well as some help from the back. Mr. Knight showcased his skills in front of the MSG crowd while poor Jose’ Jose’ was carted out of the arena on a hardboard with a compressed neck. Also, Brett Favre was indeed at ringside and looked happy that Demon Knight was a pro wrestler rather than an opposing defensive end.
Point of No Return
Written by: Neil
The Premiere Wrestling Alliance’s theme song kicks up as video is shown of moments from the past year of PWA action. Jostrodomus being crowned the first PWA World Heavyweight Champion. Nighthawk and Kaito beating each other senseless for the Light Heavyweight Championship. Shaun Andrews and The Butcher squaring off for the defunct TNW World Heavyweight Title. The formation of Project Catastrophe. Jake Keeton & Ryan Shane battling Wing Zero for the Tag Team Titles. Jason Sandman defeating Terminus. Chris Cypher being taken out by Chris Michaels and Dade Davis. JJ Biggs becoming the Premiere Champion. Antics between Daz Van Dyke, London McCormack, and Cross Recoba. Kaito defeating Jason Sandman for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship.
BOOM! BOOM! BA-BA-BOOM! Pyrotechnics fly off throughout the Madison Square Garden arena as the PWA fans begin going bonkers for Point of No Return! The promotion just about blows the budget as golden pyro flies over the ring forming a P.W.A. up in the rafters. As soon as all of that is done we head down towards ringside where Carl Franks and Ray Quadros are behind the commentators’ table in anticipation for this event.
Franks: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen! This is PWA and we are proud to bring you our one year anniversary event…Point of No Return! What an event we have lined up tonight, Ray! What a year it has been!
Quadros: A year? What are you talking about, Carl? We haven’t even been here for a year.
Franks: Maybe we haven’t as commentators but PWA has been around for a year so let’s celebrate this historic event!
Quadros: If it involves booze and scantily clad women, I’m all for it.
Franks: Tonight, Kaito defends the PWA World Heavyweight Championship against the Kaito Invitational winner, Dade Davis. Also, Ryan Shane looks for his first singles title as he meets Chris Michaels one-on-one for the Premiere Championship. And perhaps the most intriguing match of the night is the re-match between Jason Sandman and Terminus. I’ve heard this match just may cross a line PWA and pro wrestling as a whole has never seen before! All this and more as PWA presents: Point of No Return!
Quadros: Oh great, another sausage fest. Where are all the women when you need one?
Leave With Dignity
Written by: Neil
With her little pencil pushing husband following in tow, Wren Chesney makes her way down the back halls of MSG. For nearly a year the two Board of Director members did their best to sow the seeds of doubt within the walls of PWA for one purpose: complete control. Tonight they may finally dispatch the Commissioner for good and make their claim for whatever remains as a position of power in PWA. And rumors are circulating that the other Board members are growing quite concerned with the project as well as their own safety.
With Terminus and Jason Sandman threatening members of the Board to get their special match tonight, Mrs. Chesney has to wonder how much longer certain B.O.D. members will continue to back this company. The young John Harkes literally doesn’t have the heart to take the constant pressure a wrestling business puts on a man. If PWA goes in the red for one more month he just may keel over. Not to mention the eighty-something year old oil businessman, Gil Silver. He may still be full of piss and vinegar but sooner or later the grim reaper will be calling his name. Only those pesky wannabe businessmen Daz Van Dyke and Simon Retter may stand in her way very soon. And if all goes according to plan like it should have six months ago, the future of PWA will rest in the hands of Wren Chesney.
Just the thought of getting closer to her goal warms the cold heart of Mrs. Chesney slightly. She continues to carry herself with a bossy demeanor as she and Victor Cornelius Roberts make their way towards the skybox where the Board will be meeting to watch over Point of No Return as well as determine the fate of the Commissioner.
Wren: We’re getting close, Victor. I can feel it.
VCR: I know, Wren. The room isn’t too far away.
Wren: No, you dolt! I’m talking about complete control of PWA for me!…I mean, us!
VCR: Oh. Then what when we have control?
Wren: Tell me you forgot all ready, Victor!
VCR: Well, the plans are a year old, right?
Mrs. Chesney stops walking and turns around to shoot her husband a dirty rotten look. Mr. Roberts gulps carefully as he pushes his spectacles up onto his nose again.
Wren: Don’t make this anymore difficult than it all ready has been. The length of this hostile takeover is really starting to wear on my credibility on Wall Street.
VCR: Why can’t we just buy everybody out? I mean, if Michael Bourne could do it, how hard could it be?
Wren sighs with contempt at the idea. Pay people to make them go away? That’s below her and not even profitable for her. Plus there’s no fun or challenge in that. She wants to break people. Destroy their confidence and their lives if she has to. All in the name of power.
They continue on their way towards the skybox where the meeting is taking place. The door opens as they approach and out steps Commissioner Butcher. No neck brace on. No stitches to close a wound on his face. No more slow movement from him because of bruised ribs. Perhaps the past ten days away from the London McCormack problem has given the Commissioner’s body time to heal up.
The Commissioner sneers that trademark sneer in Mrs. Chesney’s direction when he sees her. She replies in the best way she can, by rubbing his current situation in hard.
Wren: So, Commissioner, I see you’ve come to beg in front of the Board just to keep your worthless job after tonight. Perhaps we will be kind to you, Cortez. It just isn’t right to take a man’s mill stone away. Wrestling is all you know anyway. I’m sure there will be a ring washer job left for you by the end of the night.
The Butcher: You should know by now that I don’t beg, Wren. Especially in front of you. I leave that for your pet husband back there.
VCR: Hey! What did I ever do to you?
Wren: Still trying to get under my skin even when you’re hours away from being shown the door for the final time. How classless and naive of you to think you’ll survive this one, Cortez.
The Butcher: I’ve done it before, Wren. I’ll do it again.
Wren: Wishful thinking. This time it will take a majority vote to save your skin and the way it looks, the majority is ready to fire you. So do us all a favor and don’t waste our time tonight. Resign and leave with dignity.
The Butcher: Dignity? You think a resignation is how you leave with dignity? I’m not some politician who resigns after being caught spending the weekends as a cross dresser in the red light district. I’m not some CEO piece of garbage who was busted by the Attorney General after dipping his hand into his employees pension jar and resigns to avoid jail time. I’m not some police chief who resigns after being video taped calling some urban folk some disrespectful name that I am sure you use on a regular basis, Wren. There’s no dignity in running away from what’s coming to me. If I’m going to be shown that door for the final time, I rather be thrown out of it and land on my face rather than walk away.
Wren: How noble of you, Cortez. Leaving me the satisfaction of firing you personally. I am really going to enjoy this.
The Butcher: Good, you know where I’ll be. I’m not hard to find.
With that said, Commissioner Butcher heads down the hallway towards his office for what could be the last time. With a smile beginning to be etched into her face, Wren Chesney and her husband step into the skybox where the Board of Directors are meeting. John Harkes, Gil Silver, Daz Van Dyke, and even the masked man known as Simon Retter are present. The couple look towards their fellow B.O.D. members as the door closes behind them.
Wren: Good evening, gentlemen. Let’s get this meeting underway.
Liam Travers vs. Fire
Written by: Neil
As 'Miseria Cantare' begins, Liam Travers steps out onto the entrance ramp to a mixed reaction here at Madison Square Garden. He has a Canadian flag on a pole slung over his shoulder until he starts waving it. Now some more boos are heard as the man prepares to represent his Canadian heritage. He walks down to the ring with a serious expression on his face and continues to wave the flag.
Now “Gossip” by Lil Wayne starts playing as there is a mixed reaction as well for Fire. As soon as he steps out with the American flag waving over his head, the crowd chants “USA! USA! USA!” loudly. Fire steps into the ring and continues waving the flag. Now the two men have a stare down as the size advantage is clearly in favor of Fire.
Franks: This should be an interesting one, Ray. Both have some national pride on the line in this one.
Quadros: And to think we have a French referee with an eye patch in between these two. You think he might be French-Canadian?
Franks: I guess we’ll find out soon enough.
Referee Pierre French calls for the bell to get this match underway. The stare down continues as Fire confidently taunts the smaller Liam Travers to hit him. Sure enough, Travers blasts him in the face with a forearm but Fire only stumbles back a little bit. He wants another shot. Travers with another forearm and this time Fire doesn’t seem fazed at all. Fire continues to taunt Liam Travers and calls him a “weak Canadian.” Screw that says Travers as he jumps up and dropkicks Fire square in the face! Fire falls backwards but quickly gets up in a rage. He charges as Liam Travers only to be taken down with a drop toe hold. Travers rolls over Fire to attempt a head submission but Fire shucks him off and gets to his feet over in the corner.
Franks: Maybe Fire will now take Liam Travers more seriously.
Fire takes his time over in the corner as Referee French ushers him to get back into this match-up. But apparently he has a game plan and that involves him standing right in that corner all night. So Liam Travers runs over with a forearm smash but Fire ducks out of the corner with no problem this time. Travers turns around and Fire nails him right in the kisser with a good old fashion right hand! Liam Travers falls onto his back from the shot and Fire jumps on for a cover! 1...2...KICK OUT!
Now Fire has Travers right where he wants him, on the canvass. A series of ghetto stomps by Fire keeps the Canadian down. Fire runs towards the ropes, bounces off, and drops a knee to the head of Travers! Another cover! 1...2...KICK OUT! Fire pulls Liam Travers up by the hair and executes a powerful vertical suplex. Travers arcs his back for a moment but is kicked back down with a follow up stomp by Fire. The American is feeling mighty confident as he takes his time pulling Travers up.
Franks: Fire now has control in this match.
Quadros: And these people are cheering the hometown boy.
Power twisting backbreaker by Fire on Travers and he attempts another pinfall! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Fire pulls Liam Travers up for a power bomb but the Canadian pushes himself away. A series of forearm shots by Travers backs Fire up. Irish whip by Travers. Reversed by Fire. Liam Travers off of the ropes and catches Fire square in the chin with a lightning leg lariat! Fire pops back up and tries another bull rush. Arm drag by Travers. Up is Fire again and one more time he finds himself arm dragged. Fire attempts to regain control one more time but once again he finds himself on the wrong end of an arm drag!
Fire rolls out of the ring to collect himself for a moment but by the time that happens Liam Travers flies out of the ring and on top of him with a spring board body splash! The crowd gives Liam Travers a nice round of applause as he rises to his feet and rolls Fire back into the ring. Follow up somersault leg drop over the top rope in to the ring by Liam Travers as he looks for the pin fall. 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Liam Travers applies an arm bar submission. Referee French asks Fire if he wants to quit. That’s a no.
Franks: Liam Travers is showing how he’s one of the more complete packages here in PWA, Ray. He has the speed, agility, and technical know-how to compete at a high level.
Quadros: He’s definitely Light Heavyweight Champion material, Carl.
Fire fights his way back to a vertical base out of the submission and attempts a backdrop. But Liam Travers rolls through and lands on his feet. Swinging neck breaker by Liam Travers once again drops the larger American. Running towards the ropes this time, Travers comes off with a speedy elbow drop before hooking the leg again. 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Liam Travers brings Fire up to his feet and attempts a suplex. Blocked by Fire. Another attempt by Travers. Another block and now reversed into a snap suplex of his own by Fire.
Fire looks to regain some momentum as he bulls the rising Liam Travers into a corner with a shoulder block. Another shoulder to the midsection and another takes the wind out of the Canadian’s lungs. Now Fire starts blasting away on Travers’ back with some hammer blows in the corner as Referee French wants a clean break. 1! 2! 3! 4! Fire backs away just in time but shoots back in with a kick to the midsection. Double arm wringing overhead suplex by Fire sends Liam Travers across the ring! In comes Fire for the win! 1!…2!…THRE…NO! KICK OUT!
Franks: What a move there by Fire to almost get the victory!
Quadros: Close only counts in horseshoes, Carl.
Fire pulls up Liam Travers and whips him towards the ropes. Liam Travers returns with a cross body but Fire catches him in mid air. Fall away slam by Fire! The American puts a foot on Liam Travers and salutes the crowd with a lackadaisical cover. 1!…2!…KICK OUT! He has some unkind words with Referee French who returns some back sass over the lack of a cover.
Fire pulls Liam Travers up and hoists him into the air with a military press! No! Liam Travers wiggles free and falls down onto his feet! Drop kick to the knee by Travers nearly drops Fire to the mat. Follow up enzuigiri to the face by Travers finishes the job as he makes the cover now! 1!…2!…THREE!! NO! No says Referee French as he waves it off due to Fire grabbing the bottom rope!
Liam Travers starts kicking away at the knee of Fire, to wear down the big man some more. Now he applies a Canadian Maple Leaf leg submission on Fire’s bruised knee. The American lets out a yell of pain. Travers leans back to gain more leverage as Fire squirms and reaches out for the bottom rope. The crowd starts chanting “USA! USA! USA!” as Fire powers himself up and crawls. Travers leans back some more, trying to hyperextend that knee. “USA! USA!” Fire reaches out and grabs the bottom rope!
Franks: Fire fights through the pain with MSG on his side and gets the rope break!
Quadros: Yeah but the damage has been done to that knee, Carl. Liam Travers needs to capitalize.
Travers releases the hold but keeps the pressure on Fire as he kicks away at the man. As Fire is using the ropes to get to his feet, Travers runs and bounces off the opposite side, crashing down his body weight across the back of Fire, causing the American to get hung up in the ropes. Liam Travers runs towards the ropes and jumps on Fire’s back again, knocking the wind out of Fire’s lungs with the middle rope! Liam Travers is feeling it now as he runs towards the ropes one more time and jumps onto Fire’s back! NO! Fire falls aside and Liam Travers flies through the ropes to the floor below!
Franks: Liam Travers went to the well one too many times with that move, Ray.
Quadros: Yeah and now he finds himself meeting the cold hard floor.
Fire rolls out of the ring to capitalize but seems to be limping around some. He bounces Travers’ head off of the ring apron as Referee French starts the 10-count. 1! 2! Fire with an old fashion body slam out here at ring side! 3! 4! Stomps by Fire leave Travers with little room to breathe. 5! 6! Fire rolls Liam Travers into the ring and slides in himself. He hoists Travers up into the air and drops him hard with a sit-out brain buster! Cover! 1!…2!…2.99321321!! Fire can’t believe Liam Travers just kicked out!
Fire limps his way over towards a corner where he starts to climb to the top turnbuckle. He looks out towards the filled MSG arena and salutes all the fans! He takes off with a BIG elbow drop that connects with canvass! Liam Travers moved! Fire bounces up holding his elbow now as Liam Travers stumbles to his feet. Travers collects Fire with an atomic drop that sends Fire sprawling and holding himself in a different area now! A little rope burn to the eyes by Liam Travers blinds Fire now as he recoils in pain, holding his eyes! That leaves Fire open for the CANADIAN CATACLYSM!
Franks: Oh what a show of power by the smaller Liam Travers!
Quadros: He barely got all of that one, Carl.
Liam Travers grabs his back in pain for a moment before shooting in for the pin! 1!…2!…THREE!! DING! DING! DING! The crowd starts booing as Referee French holds Liam Travers’ arm in the air for victory. Liam Travers clutches his Canadian flag once again and starts waving it proudly. The crowd starts booing even louder as a Canadian flag graphic is show on the big screen and the Canadian national anthem being playing over the P.A. system. Liam Travers stops in his moment of triumph and puts his hand over his heart. BOOO!!
O Canada!
Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!
From far and wide,
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
……..
OH! Fire has had enough of this northern patriotism and cracks Travers across the back of his head with the American flag on a stick before the anthem is finished! The crowd pops loudly for Fire as he hoists Liam Travers up onto his shoulders and finishes him off with the Flaming Suplex! “Gossip” by Lil Wayne kicks up as Fire stares down at the limp body of Liam Travers. Now he takes the Canadian flag and rips it in half over Travers’ body and lays the shreds down on him. Fire leaves the ring and heads towards the back holding his head with some newly won over fan support.
Franks: I have no idea what that was all about, Ray. Liam Travers won this match and as the Canadian national anthem was playing, Fire attacks Travers from behind disrespectfully with a flag shot!
Quadros: That was the greatest thing Fire could have ever done! That anthem sucks! What a way to start Point of No Return.
A Killing Joke
Written by: Mike
Backstage inside Madison Square Garden, Miranda Buck is walking around studying a piece of paper. She mutters to herself, something about the work she’s required to do tonight for the Pay-Per-View, when all of a sudden she bumps into a figure who she hadn’t seen in walking down the hall-way. She apologetically looks up, but the figure, painted up like a clown makes her scream aloud with fear. Both she and the clown jump back as a result and stare at each other with scared expressions- however, the spectacle is suddenly sound tracked by a high laughter coming from off-camera, seemingly behind the clown. Miranda’s eyes go wide yet again as she sees that the laughter is coming from Tom Fury, whose very entry into the camera’s vision receives a rapturous chorus of abuse.
Fury smirks at Miranda, saying: “Don’t worry, a lot of people have coulrophobia- that is, a fear of clowns. It always makes me laugh, though, when I see someone get frightened like that.” Miranda scowls back, snorting that she doesn’t have a fear of clowns, it’s just that she didn’t expect to be confronted by one on tonight of all nights. Fury replies: “Oh really? I thought you were used to them…say, your nights out with the girls must be quite boring because you have to use long balloons and vibrators to get any proper stimulation!” Miranda’s face is a perfect picture of seething rage, and through bared white teeth, she spits out a question about why this clown is here tonight.
“Well, tonight, as you well know, I’m facing Captain Howdy, so I hired a real-life entertainer to help me prepare myself for the challenge. Oh, yeah, by the way, meet Andy, he’s from New York, and he usually goes under the name ’Bobo the Clown.’ Bobo extends a gloved hand to Miranda, who returns the gesture with some caution before asking Fury why on earth he thinks a children’s entertainer could possibly help him prepare for a wrestling match. Fury suggests that Miranda should stop being so cynical: “It’s not good for your love life, if you ever get one…” Then his face takes on a mode of seriousness: “Well, you must admit that Captain Howdy’s supposed to be a bit of a madman, with absolutely nothing to determine what his mood is going to be like when he gets out to the ring…” Miranda does nod at this, which encourages Fury. “Yeah, so I figured I wanted to hang around with someone who was interested in the same kind of things that Howdy is in order that some of his ways might be mirrored by this man, Bobo.”
Miranda raises her eyebrows curiously. Fury then shrugs, and says: “of course, there are other purposes- Bobo, would you give me that hammer?” “Sure!” Bobo comically passes the hammer from out of his large pants to Fury. The Man on Fire looks at this hammer, then smiles. Suddenly, when Bobo’s head is turned away from him, he swings the hammer high above Bobo’s head and WALLOPS HIM! Bobo crashes straight into the wall on his right hand side as Miranda scrambles out of the way screaming in terror, as Fury lays the boots into the downed clown. Once a significant amount of damage appears to have been done to Bobo, Fury bends down by his side and quickly steals some dollar bills from the unconscious entertainer’s puffy shirt. Fury then grabs the microphone from the quivering Miranda.
“Yeah, that’s a demonstration of how to deal with such a freak like him, or like Howdy- and that’s how I’m going to do it, to Howdy tonight. See, last week, I beat the PWA World Champion, Kaito- surely, I deserve some respect for that…tonight, I’m going to get it again, by doing what every other ‘superstar’ in PWA should done and turn that Howdy nut into a vegetable!” Fury then starts laughing, his evil eyes flashing as he walks off cackling to himself. Meanwhile, Miranda is down on the floor trying to resuscitate Bobo. She screams for help as the camera pulls away. Meanwhile, the crowd is pouring bile on the name of Fury, whilst Carl Franks screams that attacking innocent people is not a legitimate way of establishing oneself in PWA. Ray Quadros has been silent, as he too is probably shocked by the attack, but he feels the need to defend Fury, saying that attacking people is something that all PWA stars do very well, so why should this Brit be any different?
The camera cuts back to the scene of carnage as a gang of EMTs finally gets Bobo the Clown onto a stretcher, braced for a ride to the ER. He clearly is the victim of a prank gone very bad.
Revenge Stops Here
Written by: Okori
As Nighthawk paces back and forth in the backstage area of Madison Square Garden, his mind clearly on the task at hand when he tries to defeat Vendetta, he looks to his left and snatches a hand-held camera off of a PWA cameraman, placing the DV camera on the shelf. Clad in his blue-and-white ring robe, his blue-and-white ring gear, and black low-top sneakers, the “Wrestling Machine” grins evilly and pulls his cherry bomb-red locks away from his face.
(When I step into that ring to face Vendetta I want something to be crystal-clear to everyone watching it: I am going to crush him like a fine powder. But because of that there are things I am going to have to do tonight, lines that I am going to cross, that I will never have to do again unless just a moment like this presents itself. This is my mission, Vendetta, and I make you this promise before God: There is nothing, no line that I will not cross, to finish this. I will earn your respect, Vendetta, and I will beat you decisively and conclusively.
There is nothing you can do to stop this, no last-minute alteration to your gameplan that will change things. Just know… you will lose.)
Captain Howdy vs. Tom Fury
Written by: Dan
Freddy Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, Captain Howdy!
[The lights dim, as "Captain Howdy" begins to play. He walks to the ring, smiling and waving one moment, cursing and snarling at the fans the next. On the screen behind him, are scenes from several matches and brutal attacks he has participated in during his career. He brings his steel walking stick with him, and rolls under the bottom rope, standing and giving the ring attendant his jacket and walking stick with instructions to place them on the announcer's table. He goes to the far side of the ring from the entrance ramp, and waits in the corner, watching for his opponeny.]
Freddy Ferdinand: And his opponent. He currently resides in Miami, Florida...Tom Fury!
[A dazzling display of fireworks, orange and red lights confront the viewer along with an entrance video depicting the destruction of war and violence of all sorts interspersed with footage of Fury demolishing opponents left, right and center.]
[Bell Sounds]
Franks: Howdy and Fury begin with a lockup and Howdy throws Fury into the turnbuckle. They lock up again and Howdy tosses him back against the turnbuckle once more. Fury tries something a bit different and rushes Howdy, Howdy sidesteps and sends Fury shoulder first into the post. Howdy is just too quick for Fury, which is saying something.
Quadros: Howdy is showing his PWA experience which is something Fury doesn't have, and you don't have it you need it, and if you need it then you can get it unless you steal it or buy it on the black market.
Franks: Howdy is working the shoulder over and Fury seems to be in quite a bit of pain. A few elbows find there mark and now Howdy is trying to rip the arm out of its socket. Now Howdy drops a leg on Fury' shoulder and they both fall to the mat. Howdy hangs on and is pulling back on the arm. This is something new from Howdy, usually he is flying all around the ring but he seems to want to keep this to a slower pace.
Quadros: Its good strategy Carl. Howdy is showing he is more then just a high flyer, he is showing he can also work over an opponents body.
Franks: Whatever he is doing it is working. Howdy now with Fury in a headlock and is sending him off the ropes. Howdy just nailed a dropkick to Fury' shoulder and is now stomping away at it. Now Howdy is heading to the top, he leaps and Fury MOVES! Howdy looked like he was going to try and do more damage to the shoulder of Fury and instead found nothing but mat. Fury is favoring his shoulder but it taking control with a variety of kicks, looks like he not only has fast feet on the dance floor but also the wrestling ring.
Quadros: He might be quick but Howdy is in the corner and the referee should be stopping him. Fury should not be allowed to just do whatever he wants in there. No matter how much the crowds cheers him.
Franks: Howdy is groggy in the corner and Fury back into the opposite corner and charges in with a huge stinger splash! Howdy drops and Fury backs off holding his shoulder. Looks like Fury didn't do himself any favors with that move.
Quadros: No one ever claimed Fury to be very bright, if he was he wouldn't even be in this match.
Franks: Fury now with a dropkick and Howdy's head bounces off the turnbuckle. Fury is now grabbing Howdy's legs and pulling him from the corner, Howdy trying to hold on but NO! He lands right on his head. Fury goes for a quick cover. 1...2...Howdy kicks out! Fury now has Howdy up and snapmares him down, followed by a kick right to his spine! Howdy has had problems here in the PWA and that isn't helping. Fury now with a reverse chin lock and driving a knee into Howdy's back.
Quadros: Fury is lucky Howdy isn't able to get going with the high flying moves or Fury would be in trouble.
Franks: Ray, you said Howdy didn't need to do those moves to win.
Quadros: I don't recall that.
Franks: Right now Howdy isn't doing anything but lying on the mat and Fury continues to work the back. Fury sends Howdy off the ropes and nails a tilt a whirl backbreaker! He follows up with a standing moonsault and goes for the pin. 1...2...Howdy just able to get a shoulder up! Fury going for rolling thunder and NO! Howdy got his knees up and Fury is holding his midsection.
Quadros: That is what we call good scouting, Howdy knew it was coming and was able to counter.
Franks: Both men are back to their feet and are exchanging blows, lefts by Howdy and chops by Fury. Howdy gets control and hits Fury with an inverted atomic drop, followed by a DDT and he rolls over Fury. 1...2....Fury kicks out!
Franks: Howdy almost had the pinfall there but Fury just able to kick out. Howdy now with a russian leg sweep and now up and stomping on the shoulder of Fury yet again.
Quadros: Howdy just kicked Fury under the bottom rope and out of the ring. If Fury was smart he would head for the back.
Franks: Ray I don't think Fury is the kind of guy to quit, but he needs to be careful. Fury trying to get back in and Howdy nails him in the bad shoulder with a baseball slide! Howdy now leaps over the top and both men crash to the floor. Howdy is up first and he rolls Fury into the ring. Inside now Howdy is going for a death valley driver and drops Fury right on his head. The cover! 1...2....No! The referee says Fury just was able to get his shoulder up.
Quadros: I don't think Fury knows where he is, he just dropped right on his head.
Franks: Howdy now sending Fury into the corner and charges in, looks like he is going for a monkey flip. Fury hangs on and is lifting Howdy out of the corner, POWERBOMB!!! Fury just hit a powerbomb out of the corner, bad shoulder and all!
Quadros: He is paying for it though he is holding that shoulder and I think I see a tear.
Franks: Howdy is out in the center of the ring and Fury looks like he is going for his version of the sharpshooter!!! Fury has it locked in and Howdy is howling in pain and has no where to go!
Quadros: Howdy is fighting it! He is going for the ropes! He is going to make it!!!
Franks: Howdy reaches for the ropes and Fury just pulled him back into the center of the ring. Fury really has it locked in tight and Howdy is doing everything he can do get out of it. Howdy looks like he is going to tap...
Quadros: Did you see that Carl!?! Fury' shoulder just gave out and he couldn't hold on! Fury couldn't get it done!
Franks: Its not over yet and Howdy is still lying in the ring, while Fury is holding his shoulder. The referee is checking on him. Howdy is slowly making his way to his feet and Fury is still down holding his shoulder. Howdy goes after Fury and Fury meets him with an uppercut. Howdy is reeling and Fury quickly leaps to the top. Fury goes for a moonsault and Howdy CATCHES HIM!!! SHOULDERBREAKER!!! on Fury! Now both men are back down.
Quadros: I think Fury is out cold Carl! If his shoulder wasn't dislocated before it has to be now.
Franks: Howdy is up now and looks at the motionless Fury lying on the mat. I think it is academic at this point. Howdy head to the top and this is going to be it. He leaps as Fury gets back to his feet and Howdy meets him with a big clothsline.
Quadros: Impact!
Franks: I think Howdy is going to try to end this. He's got Fury up....Playtime's Over! It's Howdy's version of the vertebreaker.
Quadros: That's it. 1....2....3!
[Bell Sounds]
Freddy Ferdinand: And here is your winner...Captain Howdy!
Franks: Howdy hits that vertebreaker and the possibly injured Tom Fury had no way out.
Quadros: Just think, that may not be the last time that move finishes someone tonight. A vertebreaker is also the finisher of Dade Davis.
Franks: Vertebreaker successful early and Howdy beats the man who just topped the world champion.
All About the ERA
Written by: Dan
Johnny Red: Hello folks, Johnny Red backstage with "The Franchise" Dade Davis who tonight will attempt to become the fifth man to hold the PWA World Title. And Dade, with all that you have been through this week personally, how is your mind frame going into your match with Jiraiya Kaito?
Dade Davis: Johnny boy, you have no need to worry about the mind frame of The Franchise. And Kaito has no need to worry about my personal life. Since the time I started in this industry, I have always faced tough times and I have always come out on top. Tonight is no different. Tonight the ERA stands strong as I re-write the story of PWA and tonight Kaito gets written out of this story.
JR: I know this is off topic, but some people wonder about your feelings towards your longtime ally Chris Michaels and his situation tonight.
DD: Chris Michaels is going to handle Chris Michaels. I have respect for him, I have some contempt for him and yes, I wish him the best of luck. But tonight is not about Chris Michaels because he is no longer part of this ERA. Tonight is about me. This is my spotlight. This is my time and my ERA. Sadly Johnny, you like most of the plebeians in this arena tonight....you just don't get it.
[Dade pushes the microphone away, gives Red a disgusted glare and walks away.]
Nighthawk vs. Vendetta
Written by: Okori
Ring Announcer Freddy Ferdinand: “This next contest is a Pure Wrestling Match. In addition… the loser of the match must tell the winner that he respects them. The referee inside the ring is Arthur Mercante Jr. ”
(“Shottas” by Juelz Santana Ft. Cam’Ron and Sizzle hits the speaker system. The crowd is up and they are raining down with boos. The curtain brushes aside and out first is Michael Bourne; followed by JJ Biggs and then Vendetta. JJ and Michael walk a bit down the ramp, then they stop and they both point up at Vendetta; who raises both fists above his head, which sets off pyros to his left and right. All three men make their way to the ring. Bourne and Biggs stop at the ring, but Vendetta rolls in. He gets to his feet and he walks to the ropes before raising both fists above his head again, which causes the crowd to boo louder.)
(As Vendetta stands in the corner of the ring, stretching out and getting ever angrier by the moment, the house lights in the arena suddenly fade all the way to black and are quickly replaced by blue and white laser lights which draws an appreciative roar from the sold-out crowd. As the laser lights flash in time the roar grows ever louder as the familiar opening strains of "Holding Out For A Hero (Sweet Home Chicago Intro)" by Emery booms out over the sound speakers as Nighthawk stands at the top of the ramp, his profile silhouetted by blue smoke and a perfectly timed row of blue-and-white fireworks. Walking down to the ring, slapping hands with the crowd and smiling as he prepares for battle, the “Wrestling Machine” runs fast alongside the ring apron and climbs up to the top turnbuckle, raising one finger above his head. As he does so the crowd erupts, causing Nighthawk to exhort them to get louder and louder and he responds in kind by flipping into the ring and bowing to all four sides of the arena.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “Introducing first in the corner to my left… from Miami, Florida and weighing in tonight at 197 pounds…. accompanied to the ringside area by JJ Biggs and Michael Bourne…. VENDETTA!”
(As Vendetta steps out of the corner, running his thumb across his throats, the crowd boos thoroughly and passionately before chanting “Die, Vendetta, Die”.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “And his opponent…. He is from Chicago, Illinois and weighed in tonight at 185 pounds. He is a former World Light Heavyweight Champion…. “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk!”
(As Nighthawk steps out of his corner, having folded up his ring jacket and handed it to the ringside attendant, the crowd literally erupts in appreciation for the man they are treating as a hero and shower the ring with a fountain of multi-colored streamers not stopping for what seems like 10 minutes as they chant “Nighthawk” and “Best in the World”.)
(Grinning as he tries to step through the streamers Nighthawk raises one finger above his head in anticipation of what will happen before looking across the ring at the man who was once his student and quickly losing the smile altogether, stepping right into his former pupil’s chest and staring a hole through him. As the referee rings the bell Nighthawk quickly hits a double-leg takedown and uses the opening to point a finger in Vendetta’s face and scream at him “You want to prove you’re better than me? Send your boys to the back, and let’s handle it between us.”)
(Obliging Vendetta goes over to the ropes and sends JJ and Michael to the back, turning around to see his former teacher waiting for him. Locking up with him finally Vendetta and Nighthawk both try and gain the advantage which neither man appears able to do, eventually both men pushing each other all the way into the corner of the ropes and still trying to get something started before the referee steps in between the both of them to try and break the hold, the Miami native using that brief moment to insultingly slap his first teacher across the face. Smirking, as though he knew that this would happen, Nighthawk lets the insult slide and steps back into the center of the ring and beckons Vendetta to come forward and try it again.)
Franks: I think we're ready to do this, Ray. Now that JJ Biggs and Michael Bourne have gone backstage.
Quadros: That's classless for Nighthawk to want them to leave ringside. They're just here to cheer on this young man Vendetta. Nothing more.
(As soon as Vendetta steps forward back into the middle of the ring Nighthawk is right there as they both lockup again, this time Vendetta managing to come out of it with an advantage courtesy of a textbook side headlock. Quickly taking the headlock to the mat Vendetta hooks in the headlock deep and tries to wear the Chicago native down with it, figuring that since the match will more than likely be going long he’ll need the extra time to work out a strategy. Cinching in the headlock deep Vendetta cannot resist the urge to needle the former World Light Heavyweight Champion by rubbing his forearm bone against his opponent’s temple, continuing to do so even as the “Wrestling Machine” writhes around and tries to figure out a way to escape the side headlock without using the ropes.)
(Searching desperately to try and figure a way out of the headlock Nighthawk eventually does a knee bend and tries to get himself up to a seated position, getting himself up there for just a second before he moves onto the next step which is to begin working on separating Vendetta’s grip by pulling his opponent’s fingers apart ever so slowly. Once all the way out of the hold the Chicago native focuses his attack on the left arm of Vendetta, quickly hooking it with a standing wristlock and then turning it over into a top wristlock. Remaining focused on his plan of Nighthawk takes the top wristlock over and quickly applies a short-arm scissors, hooking the hold in deep. Trying to figure out a way to get out of this Vendetta lets his shoulders go slack to the mat before bridging up to try and reverse the momentum, which the former World Light Heavyweight Champion sniffs out by simply catching his legs and sitting down for a pinning combination that gets a 2-count.)
Franks: Vendetta better be careful. Nighthawk is as quick and experienced as they come.
Quadros: He's disrespecting Vendetta's skills if he thinks he can pin him like that!
(Getting back to his feet, carefully staring at his opponent, Vendetta paces around the ring for a moment trying to figure out the best way to approach the situation. Shaking out his left arm as he circles his opponent Vendetta tries another collar-and-elbow tie-up, this time trying to grab a front facelock and getting it after quite a lot of effort. But unlike the headlock that he tried earlier this time he cannot keep the grip on too long before Nighthawk simply counters his way out of the facelock and spins back into a wristlock, again staying on his goal of weakening the left arm. Deciding that now should be the time to really put some damage on the joint the Chicago native straightens the left arm and begins to work on turning the wrist, drawing a few shocked gasps from the crowd. Pulling the arm as far straight as he possibly can the former World Light Heavyweight Champion decides to rotate the elbow inward, instructing the crowd to be quiet as he quickly spins the elbow outward making a disgusting pop which echoes throughout the arena and sends Vendetta over to the turnbuckles where he grabs the ropes to burn a rope break and then signals for the referee to come over and apparently pop his shoulder back into place.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “Vendetta has used one rope break. He has 2 remaining.”
Franks: Vendetta is going to need to save every rope break he can for this one. That one might have been wasted.
Quadros: Are you serious, Carl? The man may have a broken arm! We should commend him for even continuing!
(As Nighthawk sits down in a low crouch, waiting for Vendetta to get out of his corner and continue the battle, the Miami native circles the ring apparently unable to use his left arm for the moment. Trying to work out something to do now without the usage of his left arm Vendetta exits the ring to try and figure out a game plan, shooing away the count of the referee as he tries to get his head back in the game. Finally appearing to have overcome the pain shooting through his arm Vendetta slides in underneath the bottom rope and goes back to work, using his advantage in weight to bully the Chicago native to the corner where he loses his temper for a moment and begins grinding the bone of his forearm against the chin and nose of the “Wrestling Machine” trying to both insult him and make him make a tactical mistake. But as the referee tries to break them up the former World Light Heavyweight Champion refuses to fall for the bait and instead goes right back to work on the left arm, hitting a standing surfboard which he quickly turns into a bridging double chickenwing that he calls Arms Across America. Scrambling desperately to get out of this Vendetta does a pushup and floats over into a pinning combination for 1 before quickly slapping on a headscissors to slow things down.)
(Hooking in the headscissors as tight as he can, shaking out his left arm to desperately try and get the numbness to go away so that he can use it again, Vendetta fires off a smacking downward right hand in between the shoulders while hooking in the headscissors. Cinching in the headscissors deep the Miami native continues to shake out his left arm to try and get the feeling back into it, making sure to lock both of his legs together to make sure the headscissors is applied perfectly. Finally getting his arm fit to use again Vendetta smacks the former World Light Heavyweight Champion on the upper back with a forearm while still holding onto the headscissors, not noticing that below him the “Wrestling Machine” has begun to pick apart the headscissors and is slowly loosening the grip as Vendetta fires shots to the back. Finally getting out of the headscissors Nighthawk feints a basement dropkick, leaving Vendetta to cover up which Nighthawk counters by waiting until his opponent drops his guard and blasting him with a basement dropkick to the face anyway.)
Franks: Nighthawk just outsmarted the kid, Ray.
Quadros: How can you condone Nighthawk's actions, Carl? He kicked Vendetta in the face when he wasn't even ready!
(Focusing his attention back on the left arm that he worked on earlier Nighthawk pulls Vendetta up to his feet and applies another top wristlock, this time turning the elbow and forearm joint in various different directions as he searches to find what particular combination causes his opponent the most pain. Finally finding what he’s looking for the Chicago native then hits a back heel trip and scissors Vendetta’s arm in between his boots, kicking it away at the last second causing Vendetta to recoil towards the turnbuckles. But as the former World Light Heavyweight Champion follows him in, looking to hit a Stinger Splash, Vendetta ducks out of the way at the last second causing Nighthawk to bang his head against the solid steel turnbuckle support. As the woozy “Wrestling Machine” staggers back out of the corner, a knot beginning to grow on the top of his forehead because of smacking his head against the turnbuckle stanchion, Vendetta is right there waiting for him with a textbook straightjacket lungblower.)
Quadros: Yeah! Get him Vendetta!
(Pressing the advantage the Miami native runs the laces of his boot across the forehead of Nighthawk, following that up by sticking his knee right on the larynx of the Chicago native which the referee easily sniffs out and gets to the count of 4 before Vendetta reluctantly stands up and releases the choke, dropping a double kneedrop across the throat as he does so. Climbing up to the second turnbuckle Vendetta shakes out his left arm to try and remove the pins-and-needles sensation coursing throughout it before coming off with a senton bomb, covering and getting a 2-count. Losing his temper for just a moment Vendetta goes back to the choke with his knee again, letting go again at the count of 4.)
Franks: Vendetta is obviously resorting to the tactics taught to him by JJ Biggs.
(Picking Nighthawk up by his hair with his right arm Vendetta fires a series of open-hand slaps with his right arm, stopping to hit a running knee strike to the gut. Finally feeling like he has his left arm well enough to use it again Vendetta hits a bridging Tiger Suplex that gets a 2-count, rolling through into a camel clutch. Screaming out in agony the former World Light Heavyweight Champion is unable to move as the Miami native begins to rip at the face and mouth of his former teacher, screaming out at the top of his lungs “Do you Respect Me Now?”. Trying to figure out a way to get out the Chicago native eventually sneaks out the back door and rolls through into a pinning combination that gets a 1-count. But quickly Vendetta cuts off the pinning combination with a well-timed leaping Yakuza kick to the mouth, following that up with a bridging T-Bone Suplex that gets a 2-count.)
(Getting frustrated that he can’t find the key to put his former teacher away Vendetta decides to go for the kill right away and runs his thumb across his throat before landing an absolutely massive electric chair driver. Putting his foot across the chest of the Chicago native Vendetta curses like the devil at the referee when he discovers that the former World Light Heavyweight Champion somehow managed to kick out just before the referee’s hand hit the mat for 3. Losing his temper one more time Vendetta pulls the “Wrestling Machine” up to his feet and socks him with a straight closed fist left hand right in the full view of the referee.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “Vendetta has been issued a warning for the usage of a closed fist.”
Franks: Oh! That was just uncalled for by Vendetta!
Quadros: He got all of that punch in there, Carl. That wasn't a wasted blow that's for sure!
(As Nighthawk somehow pulls himself up to his feet, his eyes glassy from the punishment he has already taken, Vendetta hits him with a running Yakuza kick to the back of the head, following that up with a straitjacket German suplex that gets a 2-count. Signaling that now he wants to end the match once and for all the Miami native goes for the Fatal Attraction only to see Nighthawk counter right into a hurricanrana that drops Vendetta right on the crown of his head. Using his fists to push himself up to his feet slowly the Chicago native holds onto the ropes as he desperately tries to get himself back into the game, blocking a Vendetta onrush by ducking down sending the Miami native flying over the top rope. Quickly figuring out a way to get the offensive advantage back in his favor the “Wrestling Machine” haltingly climbs up the top turnbuckle, blinking his eyes each step to try and get the cobwebs out, before coming off with a textbook plancha to the floor.)
(Clearly still not fresh after the assault he went through Nighthawk nonetheless rolls Vendetta back into the ring and waits for him to get to his feet before going for a springboard clothesline which Vendetta blocks by ducking out of the way at the last second forcing the Chicago native to roll through only to come back around and have Vendetta spit in his face. Wiping the spit off his face a now fully re-awakened former World Light Heavyweight Champion stares holes through Vendetta who yells at him “I will NEVER respect you.” Getting a look of pure unadulterated fury in his eyes the “Wrestling Machine” murders Vendetta with an absolutely massive palm strike right on the top of the forehead, following that up with a standing moonsault and then a corkscrew Quebrada moonsault he calls the Golden Twist.)
(Going back to the arm Nighthawk lands a basement dropkick to the face to stun Vendetta long enough to keep him occupied and then once again begins to play with the left arm of his opponent, applying a top wristlock and sticking the toe of his boot in the crook that he made between the forearm and the elbow and firing off a quick bridge, putting a ton of torque on the arm joint. Following that up the “Wrestling Machine” applies a Fujiwara armbar and yanks on it until Vendetta crawls to the ropes.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “Vendetta has used a rope break. He has 2 remaining.”
Franks: Nighthawk continues to make the young Vendetta burn rope breaks.
Quadros: He doesn't need them. It's all part of the plan.
(Confident he’s got the arm weakened enough that he can focus on setting up the Hangman’s Clutch Nighthawk slowly pulls Vendetta to his feet only to get poked in the eye and drilled with a cravate suplex. As Vendetta goes slowly to the top rope, using his feet and right arm, he extends his right arm above his head and taunts the crowd by mocking making a cross signal before going for the Shooting Star Press.)
(But as Vendetta comes off he gets caught with a well-timed cravate by Nighthawk who quickly slips himself over into the Hangman’s Clutch and pulls back on the hold tight, sinking the cravate in deep. Pulling back deep as he can Vendetta is unable to go anywhere and eventually taps out.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “The Winner of the match, as a result of a submission, “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk!”
Franks: What a victory for Nighthawk!
Quadros: Vendetta was robbed from the start!
Power Grab
Written by: Neil
The meeting on whether to fire the Commissioner continues to take place as all the Board of Directors remain locked away in a skybox overlooking the Point of No Return event. Wren Chesney is finishing up on reasons why to relieve the man of his duty as everybody listens.
Wren Chesney: So there you have it my fellow Board members. The Butcher has lived up to his name as Commissioner and completely butchered everything we’ve built up here in PWA over the past year. He has an obvious booking bias. He has zero business experience. He doesn’t even control the locker room as we’ve all been threatened one time or another by these idiot wrestlers! It’s time we just fire him and move on!
John Harkes: But if we do that then who will replace him?
Wren Chesney: Well I am glad that you mention that, John. I think it’s high time PWA move into a different direction. One where there will be no boundaries and history can be made. If there is anybody in this room that can put this company back on the map, it’s ME! A woman in power over large oversized neanderthal men would draw interest alone!
The masked man known as Simon Retter slams his fists on the table.
Simon Retter: Heh! You? I was thinking maybe I’m the one who should take over! Hehehehe!
Wren Chesney: Give me a break! What have you ever done around here, Retter?! Sign Zex and Valentine Lionheart to an illustrious 2-week contract?! That’s hardly a solid case for you to run PWA!
Simon Retter: Heh! How was I supposed to know they would run off to Switzerland, join the Peace Corp., and claim neutrality just to avoid constant PWA beat downs? Hehehehe!
Daz Van Dyke: Shut up all ready would you two! I’m the only one here who’s ever run a wrestling company. A very successful one. Maybe you’ve heard of TNW?
Wren Chesney: Enough of TNW this! TNW that! Your company is dead, Daz!
Daz Van Dyke: The wrestling industry needs my genius again, Wren! Don’t deny it!
Simon Retter: No it doesn’t, Dazzy-poo!
Daz Van Dyke: Take that damn mask off would you! Show yourself Neon Leon!
John Harkes: Who in the heck is that, Daz?
As the Board of Directors continue bickering back and forth over the next step, old man Gil Silver tips his silver cowboy hat and throws his empty shot glass against the wall. The shattering of glass stops the arguing for the moment.
Gil Silver: Ya’ll sound like a bunch of environmentalists tryin’ to stop me from sinkin’ another well! Quit yer bitchin’ and vote whether we fire the man or not!
John Harkes: That sounds reasonable. Let’s take a vote here. And explain why you’re voting the way you are.
Once again we leave the skybox Board meeting as they continue to deliberate whether to fire Commissioner Butcher or not.
Premiere Championship:
Ryan Shane vs. Chris Michaels
Written by: Dan
[The intro to "Right Now" by Van Halen begins to play throughout the arena. The entrance ramp is dimly lit as the figure of Ryan Shane makes his way out. The intro to the song then cuts to the chorus and pyro goes off as Shane makes his way to the ring slapping hands with a few of the fans. As he gets to the ring he slides in under the bottom rope and then stands and raises his hands high to the sounds of cheers]
Freddy Ferdinand: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Premiere Championship. Introducing first, the challenger. He is from Allen Park, Michigan...."Right Now" Ryan Shane!
["Superstar" by Saliva hits the PA as the "HotShot" comes through the curtain. He walks slowly down the ramp with a big smile on his face. He takes the steps into the ring and mounts the second turnbuckle to give a one fist salute.]
Freddy Ferdinand: And his opponent. He is from Roanoke, Virginia and he is the PWA Premiere Champion. The legend...The HotShot....Chris Michaels!
[Bell Sounds]
Franks: And we're underway, They lock up and Ryan Shane is gaining control of Michaels pushing him back. Ryan Shane now with a headlock, across the ropes goes Ryan Shane, shoulderblock! Michaels hits the mat.
Quadros: Weak.
Franks: Oh give me a break. Michaels back on his feet, a fist to the midsection of Ryan Shane, Fireman's carry and Michaels has Ryan Shane on the ground in a headlock. Really wrenching hard is Michaels. Now lifts Ryan Shane to his feet and whips him into the corner. Michaels charges and a big boot to the face of Michaels. OH WHAT A CLOTHESLINE BY Ryan Shane! Ryan Shane goes for the pin. One...Two...Kickout!
Quadros: Damnit Ryan Shane! Get it done already!
Franks: Ryan Shane with an elbow drop across the sternum of Michaels. And he gets up, off the rope and another elbow drop. Michaels is yelling for Ryan Shane to head to the top rope. Ryan Shane reluctantly climbs the top rope. ELBOW DROP! NOO! Michaels MOVED! Ryan Shane on his feet holding his elbow, Michaels off the ropes flying lariat! Michaels goes for the pin. One...Two...Three NOO! KICKOUT AT THE LAST SECOND!
Franks: I thought we had a victory for a second.
Quadros: Well you thought wrong.
Franks: Michaels up on his feet and lifts Ryan Shane. Body slam, off the ropes, fist drop. Michaels pumping up the crowd now as he's calling for Why Me?! Is this too early? Michaels sets him up but Shane elbows Michaels in the head and hits the champion with a jawbreaker! Michaels is down and "Right Now" is headed to the middle rope and he comes crashing down with that Allen Park Elbow! Ryan Shane going for the cover. One...two...Th...No, Michaels kicks out!
Quadros: THAT WASN'T THREE! Thank god!
Franks: Michaels KICKED OUT I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! Neither can Ryan Shane. He's barking at referee Pierre French. Michaels is down cold. Ryan Shane is going to snap.
Quadros: I don't think I've ever seen Ryan Shane that way.
Franks: Shane drops his focus from French and turns back to Michaels who has made it to his knees. Ryan Shane walking over, and low blow by Michaels. Now on his feet, Michaels with fists to the face of Ryan Shane.
Quadros: Michaels should be DQ'd!
Franks: He's just doing what he needs to. Michaels whips Ryan Shane across the ropes; Michaels ducks the clothesline, Shane comes back with a big knee lift sending Hot Shot down! Shane is waiting for Michaels to get to his knees now. Michaels starting up and Shane nails him with that big shining wizard! Shane looks exhausted and slow to make the cover. He finally does! One....two....Thre....MICHAELS KICKS OUT!
Quadros: Damnit! How?!
Franks: This is unbelievable.
Quadros: He only kicked out because he wants to be beaten more.
Franks: Shane is in disbelief! He begins to stomp on Chris Michaels. He goes for another pin. One...two....kickout!
Quadros: Will this man not die?
Franks: Michaels slowing pulling himself up on the ropes and Shane is up behind him. "Someday Snap!" Shades of old school Ryan Shane!
Quadros: Yes! Yes.
Franks: French is there to make the count. One....two.....three! Michaels has finally surrendered.
[Bell Sounds]
Freddy Ferdinand: Here is your winner and NEW Premiere Champion, Ryan Shane!
Franks: What a win for Ryan Shane as he finally picks up his first singles title here in PWA.
Quadros: I didn't think Chris Michaels was going to give up.
Franks: And look at Ryan Shane now. Pierre French tries to hand him the belt and Shane knocks it out of French's hand right at Michaels. Ryan Shane is demanding that Chris Michaels hands the belt over himself.
Quadros: That sounds fair.
Franks: Chris Michaels getting to his feet and with his head down, hands that belt over. Ryan Shane is all smiles. He's defeated the legend physically and mentally. Ryan Shane may have just ended Chris Michaels for good.
Jason Sandman vs. Terminus
Written by: Andrew
Franks: Coming up next is a special featured attraction match between two former World Champions who may be stable mates in Gundan RTO, but who have also developed some serious acrimony betwen them!
Quadros: Yeah, the only thing that these two seem have been able to agree on is the fact that their feud needed to be ended in the most violent possible fashion, and after weeks of lobbying to the board of directors, they get their wish tonight!
(The lights dim to near total darkness as the crowd buzzes in anticipation of this match. Iron Maiden's "Hallowed Be Thy Name" begins to play over the PA system as the the volume of the buzzing increases.)
~ I'm waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime.
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time.~
(The Lights come back on, allowing the crowd to view the ring, which is surrounded by ropes of barbed wire, and a steel cage that is also wrapped in barbed wire strands! Two construction girders at the top of the cage form an X, but what causes the crowd to gasp is the sight of five barbed wire nooses that dangle over these girders...one near each corner, and one across the X that's formed in the center of the ring!)
~ 'Cause at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole,
The sands of time for me are running low...
Are running low....~
Freddy Ferdinand: "The following contest is the very first PWA Final Solution Match. There is no time limit, and the object of the match is to HANG one's opponent!
*ARE YOU KIDDING ME POP!*
Franks: A HANGING MATCH!?
Quadros: Well, it can't be any worse than a Butch Match...can it?
(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. When that happens, Terminus and appears at the top of the entrance ramp, standing amidst a shower of white fireworks while Natalie Snow. As the strobe lights flicker rapidly, the couple saunters toward the cage. Natalie looks understandably nervous, but Terminus looks almost serene as he nods in satisfaction at the knowledge that his desired match is going to happen. Terminus whispers something into his lover's ear that causes her to nod, and break out into a smile as she watches him enter the cage, and crouch in the nearest corner to await the arrival of his nemesis.
I'm not Jesus begins to play, and the crowd boos as they anticipate the arrival of The Angel. However, after a few notes, the music stops, and Enter Sandman begins to play, casuing the crowd to break out into a surprised murmur. Jason Sandman appears, along with his lover Mary Katherine MacDonald at the top of the stage as the music shifts once again to Live Your Way. Carrying his trusty barbed wire steel chair and singapore cane, the two make their way toward the cage. MK glares at Terminus and Natalie before wrapping her arms around Jason and kissing him passionately; Jason then enters the cage and levels a nasty stare in the direction of his RTO stable mate.)
Franks: This is quite the devlopment! For weeks, we haven't seen that much of Jason Sandman, and it seemed as though his alter ego, the Angel of Death, had completely taken over his being! But, he's back now, to end the conflict that has been raging with a man who was once his closest friend!
Quadros: That he is..and regardless of whether he's Jason or the Angel, I think that he's got the New Age Punisher's number!
(The New Age Punisher never takes his eyes off of his opponent, staring icily at him as he watches Jason stride to the center of the ring, point his cane toward him, and address him in his loudest possible voice.)
Jason: You want me, motherfucker? Well, you should be careful what you wish for, because you got me!
(Terminus simply responds by smirking through his mask as he stands up and begins to circle his opponent; Jason continues to brandish his cane for a moment, but then gives his stable mate an enigmatic smile, and tosses it to the side before motioning for the New Age Punisher to bring it. The masked man stares at Sandman for a moment, but then nods his head, and the two lock-up; they spend a couple of seconds jockeying for position, until Jason gains control with a go-behind wasitlock takedown. Sandman then floats over, and proceeds to haul his opponent up into a Karelin Lift, before slamming him back down hard onto his stomach. Keeping a hold of the waistlock, Sandman lifts his adversary up once more, and prepares to German Suplex him into the Barbed wire corner...)
*ANTICIPATION POP!*
(...only to have Terminus flip backward out of the attempt, and land on his feet. Before Jason can react, the New Age Punisher applies a rear naken choke, adding a bodyscissors as he pulls Sandman to the mat. The masked man arches back in order to apply even more pressure to the choke, but Jason is still fresh, and is able to power his way to his hands and knees, and eventually back to his feet. the Virginia native then reaches back behind his head, and snapmares his opponent to the mat, and then follows up this move with a STIFF soccer kick to the back that reverberates throughout the arena! )
*THWACK!*
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
(M.K. smirks and nods her head in satistcation, while Natalie gasps and cringes in agony, but all this seems to have done is to piss of the masked man, who pounds the mat as he climbs back to his feet, and then levels a cold stare at his stable mate as he steps forward to get in his face! Jason seems unfazed, and simply clocks him with a hard forearm smash! Terminus doesn't flinch, so Sandman clocks him with a second! Still no reaction, so Jason steps backward and tries it again; this time, his blow causes the New Age Punisher to stumble back a couple of steps. The Virginia native then attempts to follow up with roaring elbow that seems designed to take his opponent's head off, only to have his adversary duck the attack, and counter with a wicked series of alternating shoot kicks to the ribs! Terminus then lands a jump spinning back kick to the gut that doubles Jason over, and then proceeds to return the favor from earlier by taking Sandman over with a snapmare and following up with a crisp basement dropkick that connects flush against the back of his opponent's head!)
Franks: Wow! Terminus just showed his stable mate that he's just as capable of striker as he is...and just how effective he can be when he's angered!
Quadros: Maybe...but judging from the look in Jason's eye, I think he's about to show Terminus just how capable he is when HE'S pissed off!
(Indeed, Jason simply hisses a curse and pounds the mat as he climbs back to his feet, and gets in his opponent's face. The two then level icy stares at one another for a moment, and then engage in another lock-up. This time, it's Terminus who takes control with a standing wristlock, which is instantly converted into a hammerlock. Jason keeps his cool, and feints a back elbow to the head, allowing him to duck down into a drop toehold that takes his opponent to the mat. Sandman then floats over into a front chancery, only to have his adversary grab his arm, and reverse back into the hammerlock. The New Age Punisher then adds a stretch plum using his free arm in order to keep his opponent grounded, but Jason isn't having any of that, and once again powers his way to his feet. Terminus releases his grip on the stretch plum, and draps his leg across the back of his opponent's neck to turn the hold into a Carrejera (Hammerlock/Octopus Stretch); Sandman will not be denied though, and simply scoops his opponent up onto his shoulders, and drops down into a Samoan Drop that knocks the wind out of his opponent!)
Franks: Impressive counter by Jason!!!
(Jason gets up shaking his left arm, but still seems to be in better condition that his rival who remains on the canvas, gasping for breath. An evil grin flickers across the features of Sandman as he measures his opponent, before charging forward with a brutal looking field goal kick that catches his foe flush in the ribs just as the latter rises to his hands and knees! Terminus is knocked into the air, and lands hand on his face, leaving him in no position to defend himself as Sandman follows up with a series of hand stomps to the back of the neck and head. Sandman then pulls his opponent up by the back of his mask, grabs him around the waist, and then takes him over to the mat with a well-executed German Suplex. Keeping a hold of the waistlock, Sandman pulls his opponent back to his feet and executes a second German Suplex. Once again, Jason pulls the New Age Punisher back to his feet and completes the Hat Trick with a third German Suplex that sends his opponent flying halfway across the ring, and folds him up upon impact!)
Franks: You may not like Sandman, but you've gotta admit that he's proved in these matches with Terminus that he's not just an inspired brawler, but also an excellent technical wrestler!
Quadros: Very true. Although, I'm starting to get the feeling that the technical portion of this match has just come to a conclusion, and now the violent, bloody portion of the match is about to start. Good thing, too!
(Jason breaks out into another nasty grin as he stares down at a very pale and shaken Natalie, and advises her that the end is near for her lover. As Mary Katherine urges him on, he then saunters over to the corner where his trusty steel chair lies, and then picks at up and and waits for the masked man to struggle to his feet. As soon as that occurs, Jason then charges forward and clocks Terminus upside the head with a sick, sick chair shot that causes the masked man to crash to the canvas in a heap! Natalie cries out in horror, and the crowd falls deathly silent as Jason stands over Terminus for a moment, before raising his chair over his head and bringing it down hard across the back of his opponent's head again! CRACK! And again! CRACK! And once more for good measure! CRACK! Jason then eyes the noose that's dangling in the nearest corner, and an evil glint enters his eye as he pulls the virtually unconscious Terminus toward it!)
Frank: Oh no! I...I..think we're about to have our first attempted hanging of the match!
(Grabbing the rope, wraps its end around the neck of the New Age Punisher, and draws the noose tight around his throat! The eyes of the New Age Punisher go saucer wide as Sandman then tosses the rope across the top of the girder, and then grabs the other end and tugs down hard in order to pull his opponent into the air! Thinking quickly, Terminus reaches out, and wraps his legs around the neck of his opponent, and then flips backward into a Hurricanrana that sends Sandman sprawling to the canvas! More angered than hurt, Sandman springs to his feet, and attempts to decapitate his opponent with his Venom's Strike Lariat just as the still-disorieted New Age Punisher spins around to face him! NO! Terminus ducks under this attack, and then tries to connect with a superkick designed to knock his opponent's teeth down his throat! WAIT! Sandman caught the leg! Jason breaks out into nasty grin as he attepts to pull him into anothr Lariat attempt...but that smile disappears when the New Age Punisher flips backward, catching Sandman with his free leg with his chin with a kick so hard that it causes Jason to reel back into the barbed wire ropes!!!)
BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(MASSIVE pyrotechinics of off, and huge burst of smoke fills the arena as thousands of sparks shower across the ring, and a HUGE puff of smoke fills the arena!)
* WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THINGS UNHOLY WAS THAT POP!!!! *
Quadros: IT'S RIGGED!? THE BARBED WIRE ROPES ARE RIGGED TO EXPLODE!?ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? ARE YOU F'N KIDDING ME!?
(MK and Natalie both let out simultaneous cries of horror and stand open mounthed as they watch Sandman convulse against the ropes, and then pitch forward onto his face, with burn marks and lacerations clearly visible along his back. The masked man takes a moment to shake off the residual effects of the beating that he's suffered, and then glares down at Jason as a malevolent gleam enters his eyes. Picking up the now-dented chair in the center of the ring, the New Age Punisher waist for his opponent to struggle to his feet, and then proceeds to dropkick it directly the face, casuing Jason to hit the mat as if shot! Terminus then places the chair over the Virginia Native's face, and drives it once again into the face of his prone opponent with a sick leaping double stomp!)
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!!
(The New Age Punisher takes a moment to assess the twitching form of his rival, and then hauls Sandman to his feet, and then cinches in a front facelock and immediately drops down into a Snap DDT. The masked man rolls Sandman back to his feet, and then drops down into a second Snap DDT. Once again, the Canadian rolls Sandman back to his feet, and then powers him into the air, and drops him down head-first onto the chair with a blistering Implant DDT! He then sets the battered chair up near Sandman, and with the crowd urging him on, proceeds to back up a few steps, and sprint forward, stepping off the chair and using it as a spring board in order to propel himself into a Flying Phoenix Splash! THUMP!)
*FINISHER POP!*
Franks: Modified Terminal Velocity! It looks like the end is here for Jason Sandman!
Quadros: NO! Come on, Jason! DO something!
( The New Age Punisher takes a moment to dust himself off, and then stares out into the crowd, and then at MK and draws his thumb across his throat. As he drags Sandman toward the center of the ring, and begins to wrap the noose around Jason's neck, MK emits a shrill cry of horror, and starts to climb up the cage with a speed borne of pure desperation! Natalie's eyes grow narrow, and she mouths the words "No you fucking don't!" before she begins to climb up after Jason's lover, hurling invective at Mk as she follows in hot pursuit!)
* HERE COMES THE CAT-FIGHT TO END ALL CAT-FIGHTS POP! *
(Mk reaches the top of the cage, and her eyes grow wide as she watches Natalie ascend the links behind her. Mary Katherine stands up on the girder, and backs up a couple of steps, with her lips curled into a snarl as she watches Natalie make her way to the top. As soon as Miss Snow reaches the top, she charges forward into a sliding baseball dropkick that catches Nat square in the face! OH! Natalie falls backward, and just manages to catch the top of the cage with her fingertips so that she can hang on for dear life! However, she's in no position to defend herself as MK leaps off the cage and propels herself into a Reverse Rana that propels the two ladies OFF THE TOP OF THE CAGE AND INTO THE CROWD! )
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Franks: That...that was crazy!
Quadros: yeah...but think about the women involved, and the two men that they're dating!
Franks: I...for once, you have a point!
(Meanwhile, Terminus has been occupying himself with the task of trying to lift Sandman off the canvas and into the air. However, a semi-conscious Jason instictively shifts his weight and stays on the ground. As soon as the ladies take their tumble, an aghast Terminus lets off of the rope, and peers into the crowd so that he can determine what condition his fiance is in after the fall; by the time he collects himself, and turns his attention back to his opponent, Jason has recovered enough to make it to his feet. Charging forward, Sandman makes Terminus pay for this laspe in concentration by clocking him with a Venom's Strike Lariat that's so powerful that it causes the New Age Punisher to flip in mid-air before hitting the mat! )
Quadros: HOLY! Clutch Lariat from Sandman to turn things around in this contest, and I think it may well have knocked his opponent out cold!
(Sandman takes a moment to shake off the cobwebs, and then lets out a primal yell as he hauls the stricken Terminus back to his feet by the mask and then grabs him around the waist, and sends him flying upside down against the cage with a HUGE Release Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex! OH MY! Terminus falls limply to the the floor, and crashes directly against the ropes! BOOOOOOMMMM!!!! Another burst of pyro goes off, and the New Age Punisher looks dead to the word as he lies battered on the floor with his mask now charred and his chest coated in blood! Jason nods in satisfaction as he examines the prone form of his battered nemesis, and then hauls his opponent up to his feet by the mask, and then doubles him over with a kick to the gut before hoisting him into the air, and dropping him back onto those rigged ropes with a thunderous running power bomb! BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!!!)
Franks: DEAR GOD!!!!
Quadros: I don't think God himself can help Terminus at the moment!
(The New Age Punisher lies quivering and shaking on the mat as members of the crowd in attendance burst into tears, and a few of them begin to vomit at the sight of what they're witnessing! Sandman breaks out into a nasty grin as he hauls his all-but-unconscious opponent back to his feet and then hoists his opponent up into a vertical suplex! Jason rolls the two back to their feet and takes Terminus over into a second vertical suplex! And then a third...and a fourth...and a FIFTH...and a SIXTH!!!! As the crowd starts to chant "Stop the Match" Sandman pulls the masked man to his feet once more, and then lifts him upside down and walks toward the cage, before driving him down hard into the Barbed wire strands with the Chokeslam Brainbuster that he calls The Fatal Bite! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!)
* OFF THE CHARTS YOU SICK FUCK CHANT!!! *
Franks: This is one of the single most abhorrent events that I've ever witnessed! It almost would seem merciful to watch Terminus being hung at the moment!
Quadros: Yeah...it's awful... Carl..do you have any tomatoes? I'm gonna need them for the hanging that is sure to follow!
Franks: RAY!
Quadros: Sheesh...It was just a question!
(Sandman seems just about ready to grant Terminus this mercy, for he drags Terminus toward the nearest corner, and wraps the noose around him. He then grabs the rope, and tugs with all his might...WAIT!? ARE YOU KIDDING!? TERMINUS REACHES OUT, AND GRABS ONTO THE CAGE JUST AS HE'S BEING LIFTED INTO THE AIR! Sandman pulls even harder on the rope, but the New Age Punisher continues to hang on for dear life. A very frustrated Jason lets go of the rope, and makes his way over toward Terminus, who is still linging to the cage. Sandman reaches up, and tries to drag the masked man off the cage and to the mat. NO! Terminus kicks out hard with both legs and drives the Virginia back a few steps. Undaunted, Jason charges at his stable mate once again...this time, the New Age Punisher propels himself off the cage, and twists toward Sandman, catching him with a headlock on the way down and driving him to the mat with a Tornado DDT!)
* HOW THE HELL DID HE DO THAT FACE POP! *
( Both men remain down on the canvas, each one clearly feeling the effects of this brutal, brutal encounter...but, then, after a few moments, Terminus earns another insane face pop by kipping back up to his feet as if nothing at all had occured. Terminus slides behind his opponent, as as the latter rises, clocks him in the back of the head with a spinning reverse enzuigiri that propels his opponent forward and causes him to land face first against the rigged ropes! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!! Sandman rolls on the ground in agony, clutching his now-bloody face and badly burnt face; the New Age Punisher is unmoved, and proceeds to haul his opponent back to his feet, before doubling him over with a swift kick to the midsection, and sinking in a double underhook. Terminus then lifts his opponent upside down, and drops him head first onto the steel chair with his signature Leaping Butterfly Piledriver!)
Franks: Requiem Aeternam!
Quadros: Sick, sick move by Terminus, and judging by the look in his eyes, I think there's a lot more to come!
(Terminus stares down at Jason for a moment, and then into the crowd, and then lets out a loud battle cry of his own as he pulls Sandman back to his feet, and then powers him up into backdrop position before dropping him back down onto his head with a Blue Thunder Piledriver! Dies Irae! The New Age Punisher draws his thumb across his throat once more, and then hauls his RTO stable mate back up to his feet and scoops him off the canvas before dropping him down head-first onto the chair with his vaunted Snap Northern Lights Bomb! Viaticum! Terminus then eyes the noose in ring center, and tosses it so that it's draped across the X that's formed by the steel girders at the top. He then turns his attention back to his opponent.........just in time to watch him sit up, and stare at the masked man with a blank look in his eye!)
*OH NO HERE COMES THE JUDGE HEEL POP! *
Franks: I...I...Sandman just took three of his opponent's signatures in succession, and now he's sitting up!?
Quadros: Not...not Jason, Carl! Jason's left the building, and the Angel seems to have taken his place!
(Terminus returns the stare that the Angel is giving him, and then shakes his head, and chuckles bitterly through his mask as he steps forward, and unloads with a sick buzzsaw kick to the temple! Nothing! The Angel doesn't react as he slowly begins to rise to his feet! Another hard shoot kick connects! Still no reaction! The Angel is now standing up, and glaring at Terminus while smiling in unfriendly fashion! Terminus takes a deep breath, and then grabs the chair and swings down hard with all his might at the Angel! NO! Angel blocks, and then doubles his opponent over with a kick to the gut, before showing his opponent how one should swing a chair!)
CRACK!!!!
(The New Age Punisher drops like a stone, and blood begins to seep through that mask as the Angel breaks out into low, sinister laughter. Applying a clawhold to his opponent's face, the Angel of Death proceeds to lift his opponent high into the air, and grins in evil fashion as he watches his opponent squirm for a few moments before tossing him, almost casually, into the exploding ropes! BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!! The Angel's smile grows just a little wider as he hauls his opponent back up to his feet and then doubles him over with a kick to the gut. The Angel then lifts his opponent upside down, and PLANTS him head-first with his deadly Ganso Bomb!)
Franks: FIRST BORN'S DEMISE!!!! THAT HAS TO BE IT!
Quadros: You think!? Nice knowing ya, Termite!
(The Angel stares down at the inert form of Terminus, and breaks out into loud laughter as the crowd falls deathly silent! Leaning down, he then says, "Now, my child, you learn the true meaning of Death!". he then takes another moment to drink in the crowd's hatred, and then turns his attention back to the nearest noose, which happens to be located near one of the corners. Picking it up, he tosses it over the girder at the top...)
*WTF FACE POP!*
(Only to have NATALIE SNOW, who is standing directly over him, toss it back down in his face! Natalie screams curses at the Angel at the top of her lungs, but these cries of anger are matched by the cries of MK, who is now climbing up the cage and calling Miss Snow every name in the book! Natalie stares coldly at MK as she ascends to the top, and then lets out a wild battle cry and charges at Mary Katherine before launching herself into a rolling wheel kick to the face! Mary Katherine goes flying off the cage and plummets into the crowd...As the crowd goes ballistic, and the Angel watches in disgust, Natalie stares down at the MK for a moment, and then LEAPS OFF THE CAGE AND DOES A DOUBLE ROTATION MOONSAULT INTO THE CROWD, LANDING DIRECTLY ONTO MARY KATHERINE!!!)
* THAT'S JUST INSANE EVEN FOR YOU NATALIE FACE POP! *
Quadros: I...I can't believe that she just did that...Oh..Wait! It's Natalie! Yes...Yes I can!
(As the crowd chants Natalie's name, the Angel simply shakes his head, and turns his attention back to Terminus, who is somehow now beginning to stir! Hauling him up, the Angel then attempts to lift Terminus up into a second Ganso Bomb! NO! Terminus counters into a Rana that sends Angel to the mat! The Angel immediately springs to his feet at makes the New Age Punisher pay for thwarting his plans by nailing him with a GORE that propels both of them into the ropes! )
BOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!!!
(Both men lie flat on the canvas for a few moments as the crowd in MSG urges Terminus to keep fighting by chanting his name! Angel is the first one to stir though, and his eyes blaze with cold fury as he sits up. Drawing his thumb across his throat in mocking fashion, he then hauls Terminus back up, grabs him around the waist, and takes him over into a Northern Lights Suplex! Angel then flips backward and in one fluid motion lifts his opponent back up, looking to spike him with an Air Raid Crash Piledriver to complete the Crippling Effect! NO! Terminus is somehow able to flip forward, and lands back to back behind the Angel. Before his opponent can react, Terminus reaches back to grab his opponent by the neck, and then flips backward into an Inverted Shiranui that spikes the Angel face-first onto the mat! APOTHEOSIS '08!)
*HUGE COUNTER OUT OF NOWHERE POP! *
(Not wasting a moment, Terminus immediately sinks in a cobra-clutch, pulls the Angel up to his knees, and then steps off into a shining traingle choke while maintaining the cobra hold! WAVE OF MUTILATION! The Angel's eyes bulge out in surprise and pain as Terminus cranks back on the hold, and he tries to deadlift his opponent off the mat. No! The masked man takes him back down with a modified Rana, and then bridges back to exert even more pressure to this choke! The Angel works his way back to his feet, and tries to force his opponent toward the ropes. Terminus continues to apply as much pressure as he can while inch by inch the Angel drives him ever closer to those strands...
And then...)
Franks: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!
Quadros: NO!
(The Angel goes LIMP! Terminus keeps the hold locked in for a couple more seconds, and then releases it and takes a few deep breaths before turning his attention toward the center noose. Wrapping it around his opponent's neck, Terminus tosses the other end over the girder, and then jumps up and pulls down with all of his might. The Angel's body jerks, and it seems like he's trying to fight, but Terminus jumps up again, and pulls down even harder....and lifts the Angel into the air by the noose! THE ANGEL IS HANGING! THE ANGEL IS HANGING!)
* INSANE FACE POP MIXED WITH CRIES OF HORROR!!!!*
Ferdinand: Here....Here....Here is you winner...by hanging....TERMINUS
An Explosive Ending to an Explosive Match!
Written by: Andrew & Paul
Franks: This...this...words cannot describe....
Quadros: I know, Carl...I know....
(Angel's legs start to twitch, and Terminus continues to hold on to the rope, keeping Sandman suspended in mid-air. MK's tearful shrieks are heard as she and Natalie disentangle themselves from the crowd. Crying "NO, EVAN, NO!" Mary Katherine tries to claw her way toward the ring; Natalie simply stares open mouthed at the sight, seemingly at a loss for what to say or do in this situation.
The New Age Punisher stares through his mask at his opponent, who opens his eyes, stares down, and calls "Evan! EVAN...IT'S ME!" in a strangled tone of voice. As his eyes go wide, Terminus releases the rope, causing the dangling Jason to crash had to the floor near the ropes before his friend can dive forward to cushion his fall.)
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM*
(Another burst of pyro goes off, and once again, smoke fills the air!)
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!*
(The eyes of Terminus go saucer wide as he watches the walls of the cage begin to shudder from the impact of this second, much larger explosion!)
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!!!*
(As the crowd lets out a collective cry of horror, the cage walls shudder, and then collapse upon themselves into the ring as the girders crash down. The sight that can be seen is that of the new Age Punisher diving forward onto the prone form of Jason to protect him from the impact of the metal as is collapses all around him, and then a massive cloud of smoke completely obscures the ring!)
*HORRIFIED WHAT THE HELL DID WE JUST WITNESS POP!*
(As cries of horror fill the air, the smoke begins to dissipate, and the sight of the wreckage inside the ring can be seen. MK and Natalie have been watching this side by side with horrified looks on their faces; they finally make eye contact for a moment, and then rush toward the ring, working in tandem to try and clear the wreckage while each of them screams their lovers names!
A stream of security personnel, road agents, and EMT's appears and make their way to the secne in order to extricate the two grapplers from the carnage; Jiraiya Kaito runs out as well and frantically joins in the search as he calls "Taminus! Jeison! TAMINUSU! JEISON!" at the top of his lungs!
After a few minutes, enough of the wreckage has been cleared awy, revelaing the prone forms of Terminus and Jason lying on the canvas. EMT's tend to the wounded grapplers, and after a while are able to put the two on stretchers, and take them from the arena so that they can get the medical attention that they need; MK and Natalie are in tears as they follow the medical staff, while Kaito shakes his head and looks terribly concerned as he watches his two RTO stablemates get carried out of the arena.
The crowd remains silent throughout all of this, but as the two wrestlers depart, break out into a porlonged standing ovation, and salute their departure and express their support with an enxtended "RTO!" chant.)
Franks: I...I...can't even begin to describe what just happened, Ray!
Quadros: The freaking cage just collapsed on Terminus and Sandman, Carl! That's what just happened!
Franks: Indeed. I...I..think I can speak for everyone when I say we only wish the best for these two, and that we hope that the damage that they both sustained as a result of this ordeal is something that they can recover from.
Quadros: Yeah...it certainly was a memorable match...but in the end it became memorable for all the wrong reasons. I just hope they're all right.
Franks: Amen, Ray. Amen.
The Deciding Vote
Written by: Neil
Wren Chesney: Ugh! This reasoning crap is taking too long!
Mrs. Chesney lets out her frustrations as John Harkes is explaining his case on the Commissioner Butcher matter. He doesn’t seem too thrilled to have been cut off by the angry woman but he isn’t going to cross her.
John Harkes: Fine, Wren. If you want to just decide on this important issue without any discussion then I would like you to know that I am not going to vote for you to run PWA if it comes to it.
Wren Chesney: Anything to speed this up. Your opinion doesn’t matter much anyway, John.
John Harkes: Excuse me?
Wren Chesney: You’re excused. On with the vote! Show of hands. Anybody who wants the Commissioner to keep his job, raise your hand now!
There’s a bit of hesitation in the room as only two hands shoot up: John Harkes and Gil Silver. Wren scoffs at their votes of confidence in The Butcher but still smiles anyway because she won.
Wren Chesney: Figured as much. But hey, 2 votes for the Commissioner. Hardly the majority. I’ll go break the news to him right now that he’s fired!
Gil Silver: Wait just a damn minute there little lady. Ya still have to ask who wants ‘em fired.
Wren Chesney: Are you going daft in your old age, Gil? I don’t even need to ask.
Simon Retter: Heh! Ask anyway…little lady…hehehehehe!
Wren Chesney: Grrr! Fine! Anybody who wants Commissioner Butcher fired, raise your hands now!
Up go the hands of Wren Chesney, Simon Retter, and Daz Van Dyke. Oh how being power hungry corrupts the system.
Wren Chesney: There, you happy now old man?! The Butcher is fired!
John Harkes: But that’s 2-3. We’re missing a hand. Someone didn’t vote. Who didn’t vote?
All eyes of the Board shift around the room until they all converge on one man: the nerdy pencil pushing Victor Cornelius Roberts!
Wren Chesney: Ha! 2-4 now, John! He’s fired! Done! Out! I’m leaving to go tell Butcher to pack up his shit!
Gil Silver: Whoa dare, missy! Yer little husband hasn’t voted yet. Whatta ya say dare four eyes? Fire ‘em or keep ‘em?
Victor Cornelius Roberts gulps as he finds himself in an odd position. With all the attention focused on him, it’s getting mighty hot behind those glasses of his.
Wren Chesney: Come on, Victor! Fire The Butcher all ready!
John Harkes: What do you say, Mr. Roberts?
VCR: *gulp*
Daz Van Dyke: Damn it! You shell shocked pansy! Who let him be a Board member anyway?
Simon Retter: Heh!
Wren Chesney: Tell them how you hate the Commissioner! Tell them how you want him to be fired! How he’s incompetent!
Daz Van Dyke: What do you need, a calculator, Victor? Christ! Fire the man all ready so I can get to Scores before the night is through!
Gil Silver: Yer goin’ to Scores and didn’t tell me, Daz?
Daz Van Dyke: You’re not invited cause you want to keep Butcher!
John Harkes: Everybody quiet! He’s thinking!
Wren Chesney: My God, Victor, you know what the answer is! Just say it all ready!
Mrs. Chesney gives her husband that axe murderer stare which only adds to the pressure of his situation. He better do what Wren says or she just may kill him!
VCR: Commissioner Butcher is an asshole!
Wren Chesney: Yes! 2-4! He’s fired! This is gonna be so fun to tell him the news! I knew you would do the right thing, Victor! Good boy!
Simon Retter: Heh! She called you a “good boy” like you’re some dog, love! Victor wanna biscuit! Hehehehehe!
Gil Silver: My sixth wife called me a “good boy” one time.
John Harkes: And what did you do, Gil?
Gil Silver: That I won’t discuss, John. You’ll have to ask her. You can find her at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean if you catch my drift.
Simon Retter: Heh!
VCR: SHUT UP!!
The Board of Directors go silent after that super rare explosion of anger by Victor Cornelius Roberts.
VCR: I haven’t voted yet!
Wren Chesney: Yes, you have, Victor.
VCR: NO! No, I haven’t. In fact, I am sick of people telling me what to do! Especially you, Wren!
Wren Chesney: Victor!
VCR: Shut up! It’s my time to speak! Nobody asks for my opinion. Never! But now it’s up to me to decide his future! My opinion and mine alone!
Daz Van Dyke: You power hungry son of a bitch! You better fire him!
VCR: Butcher is an idiot!
Wren Chesney: Yes!
VCR: He’s incompetent and completely inexperienced in his position. In fact, the only reason we hired him in the first place was because he was respected by the roster for what he’s done in the ring. Over the past year the wrestlers started losing respect for him. Right now I don’t think anybody in PWA likes him except for maybe Silver and Harkes.
Wren Chesney: You’re doing good, Victor! Speed up to where you fire him!
VCR: After 28 years in the wrestling industry and earning respect, it only took one year for people to start hating him! You know what that shows me, Board?
Wren Chesney: He doesn’t know what he’s doing!
VCR: No, Wren! It means he hasn’t done what the wrestlers wanted or done what would have been best for him. Profit and ratings may be down but he was the one responsible for them being up in the first place!
Wren Chesney: Oh God, Victor…don’t tell me!
VCR: If he’s willing to make unpopular decisions and go against the grain, then he has the right stuff to put PWA back on the map. Make this company better than it ever was! Why? Because he’s going to go with his gut!
Daz Van Dyke: Control your dog, Wren!
VCR: That’s why I’m voting we KEEP Commissioner Butcher for now.
Wren Chesney: FUCK! God damn it, Victor! Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?!
John Harkes: I guess that settles it. 3-3. 50/50. Commissioner Butcher remains with PWA.
Daz Van Dyke: Thanks for wasting my time tonight, everybody! I think I’ll go re-open TNW now. After I go to Scores. Yeah.
With that said, Daz Van Dyke leaves the skybox and slams the door behind him.
VCR: Wren…
Wren Chesney: Don’t even talk to me, Victor!
Now Mrs. Chesney heads out the door in a tizzy and slams it behind her.
Gil Silver: Looks like you won’t be gettin’ laid tonight, Victor. Wanna go to Scores with me?
VCR: Sure. What’s Scores?
Gil Silver: Oh you’ll find out soon enough, Victor.
Simon Retter: Heh!
PWA World Heavyweight Championship:
Dade Davis vs. Jiriaya Kaito
Written by: Jonn
Franks: And now we're down to the final match of PWA's Anniversary Show, Point of No Return. Kaito looks to defend his Championship against PWA's fastest rising Superstar, “The Franchise” Dade Davis!
Quadros: Even I've got to admit I'm excited about this one. Finally, PWA might have a Champion we can all be proud of... Dade Davis!
Franks: I should have seen that coming. What was wrong with our previous champions?!
Quadros: Jostrodomus was a goon, Terminus flopped from good to bad to good to bad like a fish, Sandman... I don't even need to say anything and Kaito... he can barely speak English!
Franks: Even if he spoke jibba jabba, Kaito is a champion that can make us all proud!
Quadros: Did you just say jibba jabba? Tell me you didn't dare say that!
Franks: So what if I did?
Quadros: Can someone cut off his mic please?! We don't need our viewers to feel like they're watching something from the 80's!
Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen. We've finally reached the Main Event of the evening and it is for the Premiere Wrestling Alliance World Heavyweight Championship! The following Championship match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first. He is the challenger and winner of the Kaito Invitational! Weighing in at 265 lbs., he hails from Boston, Massachusetts! He is the current #1 Contender, for the PWA World Championship.... “The Franchise” DDAADDEE DDAAVVIISS!!!!!!!
(The lights begin to flicker and red smoke billows from the stage. As it does, the opening guitar riff from Metallica's "Enter Sandman" begins to play and the intrigued fans explode from their seats. Midway through the into, static occurs in the music and suddenly Canibus' "Watch Who You Beef With," hits. This same occurrence goes through the songs "Jude Law & a Semster Abroad" by Brand New, "Indivisible by 3" by Schatzi, "Burn in my Light" by Mercy Drive, "Can't be Saved" by Senses Fail and the mix of former Dade Davis theme music stops suddenly as bright yellow fire then shoots up from the stage)
(A hard guitar riff signals the beginning of Saliva's song "Bait & Switch")
("Back in the day....I dedicated my life to becoming a big rock and roll star.....")
(As the next guitar riff hits, "The Franchise" Dade Davis walks onto the stage with a grin from ear to ear as he walks to the ring, shunning fans, arms outstretched. Davis rolls in under the bottom rope and goes from corner to corner, chin high.)
Franks: Symbolic entrance by Dade Davis tonight Ray.
Quadros: Yes it is. A smorgasbord of former Dade Davis entrance music leading up to the official music of The Era, as used previously with he and Chris Michaels.
Franks: Dade Davis throwing out the old and ready to set in motion the final step to his long discussed ERA. That's if he can overcome the near impossible challenge ahead!
Ferdinand: And introducing his opponent! He is the PWA World Heavyweight Champion! Weighing in at approximately 189 lbs., he makes his way from Naha, Okinawa, Japan. From the land of the rising sun.... JJIIRRAAIIYYAA KKAAIITTOO!!!!!!!
A dragon roar is heard over the arena speakers as fire explodes from the stage area. Jiraiya Kaito is launched from underneath the stage and lands on one knee as the first opening riff of Acma's "Follow Your Generation" plays. Blue lights swoop throughout the arena at the same time. Upon the next riff, white lights swoop back in the opposite direction. On the third riff, blue lights swoop back in their original direction. As the song progresses, blue and white lights go into a strobe effect in tune with the music. Jiraiya Kaito looks up at the ring and stands up while the fans show their appreciation for him. He raises his World Heavyweight championship up in the air for all to see, and then begins to walk down to the ring with a look of determination on his face. Jiraiya Kaito leaps up onto the ring apron and then onto the top turnbuckle and faces the ring. He once again raises the World Title with one hand for all to see. He drapes the title over his shoulder and takes a deep breath before leaping off the top turnbuckle and lands on one knee while pounding the middle of the ring with a single fist, causing blue flames to erupt from all four ring posts. The lights return to normal as he looks up from his kneeling position. He stands upright raises the title in front of him again, only this time to show Dade Davis as the fans show their appreciation for the World Champ.
Franks: I'm telling you Ray, Kaito looks more focused than ever. He's had time to meditate over the ups and downs of this past month and a half.
Quadros: What's there to meditate over? He got his ass handed to him by Tom Fury of all people! Not that Tom Fury is a terrible wrestler, because he's proven he's a hell of a competitor... but Tom Fury beat THE champ!
Franks: I personally believe it was something as simple as overlooking Fury and at the time still not knowing who he was going to be facing!
Quadros: Excuses, excuses! It's the same thing to come out of the mouth of the opponents Dade Davis has buried leading up to his chance at immortality!
Franks: They've drawn their lines in the sand Ray and now is their chance to back up their words... because this match is about to start!
DING DING DING!
(The match is now underway as the two wrestlers circle each other looking for the first opening! Dade Davis steps forward and tries to lock up with Kaito in a Collar and Elbow tie up, but Kaito ducks back and out of his grasp. Kaito trying to wrestle with his brain, knowing that Dade Davis outweighs him by a good 75 lbs! Dade Davis smirks at him and flexes a pectoral muscle for added intimidation. Kaito doesn't seem to buy it as he holds his stance. Dade Davis takes another shot forward at Kaito who is more or less cornered and has to concede to a Collar and Elbow tie up. Dade Davis immediately pushes Kaito into a corner and holds him there. The referee breaks up the hold and manages to get Dade Davis a few feet away from Kaito, but Kaito uses Dade Davis' attention on the referee as his advantage! Kaito comes out and nails a kick that Dade Davis tries to avoid, but gets it in the bicep instead! A swift kick to the leg of Davis! Kaito uses his lightning quick speed to land about half a dozen more kicks on Dade Davis before he has a chance to realize what's happening! Dade Davis finally catches one of Kaito's legs and then grabs Kaito around the waist as well while still holding the leg up in the air. A Leg Clutch Suplex! Kaito hits the mat extremely hard and Dade Davis hops on top with quick speed! 1........... 2.............. THR- NO! Kaito gets a shoulder up!)
Franks: How fast momentum can change in a match Ray! Kaito was taking Dade Davis to town and then Dade Davis slams him into the mat without a notice!
Quadros: It's this kind of instinct that Dade Davis has that is going to see him walking out of the arena tonight as our World Champion! Can you believe it?!
Franks: The match has only begun and judging from the tenacity both of these men are displaying thus far, it could end up swinging back and forth countless times before one man gets the best of the other!
Quadros: I know it looks that way right now, Carl. I feel it in my gut tonight though! Kaito is already displaying signs that he might be desperate! A desperate man is a scared man!
Franks: Actually, contrary to your thoughts Ray, I see Kaito merely taking advantage of the opportunities in front of him and in my eyes... if he keeps taking them when he sees them, he is walking out as a successful defending Champion!
Quadros: That opinion sounds stupid. End of story!
(This would be the point where Dade Davis would already be ripping the referee a new one, but instead he grabs a fistful of Kaito's hair and takes a closed fist to the Champ's face! Referee right there to start the five count for disqualification! 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 4.99 and Dade Davis finally lets go. Dade Davis looks out towards the fans and gives a sinister and mischievous smile before dropping back down and pounding Kaito in the exact same way! Referee there to count much faster this time! 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 4.99 and Dade Davis lets go in order to avoid his chance at the title! Kaito has now been opened up with a small cut on his forehead that is starting to bleed! Obviously satisfied with his dirty work, Dade Davis helps the Champ up to his feet and then sends him sailing across the ring and collides with a thud into the turnbuckle of a corner! Dade Davis sprints for the corner and attempts to squash Kaito in the corner! Kaito rolls out of the way, but Dade Davis manages to catch himself with the ropes before colliding himself! He quickly turns around and ducks knowing Kaito's going to be waiting for him. Wrong move! Kaito brings up a knee as Dade Davis ducks down! BOOM! Dade Davis' face jerks up and blood is running from his nose! Enzuigiri! Dade Davis drops like a sack of potatoes! Kaito jumps on top and hooks a leg! 1........... 2........... THRE- NO! Dade Davis manages to get a shoulder up with moments to spare!)
Quadros: Woah! Dade Davis almost lost the match there! I would've had to have cried myself to sleep if Kaito would have hung on to the belt!
Franks: You have to do that still yet if Kaito manages to walk away with the Championship around his waist! That is something that has a chance of happening you know.
Quadros: As small of a chance of it happening as there may be, you're most certainly right. Dade Davis is the overwhelming favorite in this match and if he's going to be 100% sure of winning this match, he is going to have to not let Kaito think he has a chance!
Franks: You're giving Dade Davis an awful lot of credit there! Kaito may be a lightweight, but he belongs with the best of the best out there! If Dade Davis, you or anyone else think they can simply walk all over our Champ, you're dead wrong!
Quadros: That was seriously the dumbest crap I've ever heard!
Franks: I notice that you tend to say that about the person speaking when they're right!
Quadros: Lies!
(Kaito takes a moment to gather his wits before he slowly helps Dade Davis to his feet. Both men are sporting crimson masks now and the match isn't even that far in. Kaito whacks Dade Davis across the face with a Mongolian Chop! He opens up on “The Franchise” with open handed strikes to the head! Dade Davis is reeling as Kaito drops Dade Davis with a Dropsault! Literally as Davis hits the mat, Kaito has already found his way to the top rope of the closest corner. Without even a moments hesitation he leaps off and drops down with a Split Legged Moonsault.... right onto the knees of Dade Davis! Both men are down, but Kaito at this point is worse for wear! Dade Davis up to a knee and surprisingly, Kaito is the first one to his feet. He shakes out the cobwebs and sees that Dade Davis is still trying to recover from the previous attacks. Holding his midsection with one arm, Kaito charges towards the #1 Contender and just before he reaches him... Dade Davis up, catches Kaito and uses his momentum to lift, pick him up and turn around with a devastating Spinning Spinebuster Slam! The entire ring shakes with the impact as Dade Davis hooks a leg and goes for the three count! 1........... 2............. THREE.. NO! Kaito kicks out in time! Dade Davis rubs a hand across his face, attempting to hold the frustration inside!)
Quadros: Don't lose it kid. Just keep sending Kaito to the mat like that a few more times and eventually he's going to stop kicking out.
Franks: That's if he doesn't go over the edge after a little while. If one thing can be said about Kaito, it's that he's resilient!
Quadros: If there's one thing that can be said about you Carl, it's that you're a complete dumbass!
Franks: Oh real mature. Back to talking about the guys in this match, I'll admit that thus far.. Dade Davis is holding his own out there. Kaito isn't going to stand by and let someone just take his title though!
Quadros: Dade Davis isn't merely holding his own, he owns the ring right now!
(Dade Davis drags Kaito up to a standing position by the hair, despite the referees warnings and grabs Kaito by a headlock... Bulldog! Dade rolls Kaito over and goes for the pin attempt! 1... 2... THRE- NO! Kaito with a shoulder up! Dade Davis yanks Kaito up to a standing position yet again and lifts Kaito up and drops him right back down with a sickening Brainbuster! Hooks a leg firmly! 1....... 2......... THRE- NO! Kaito kicks out yet again! Dade Davis slams a fist to the mat and then drags Kaito up one more time. Argentine Rack into a Death Valley Driver! Kaito's head bounces off the mat with blood splattering across the canvas! Dade Davis doesn't care and hooks a leg. 1....... 2....... THREE! NO! Kaito reaches for the heavens for a prayer and yanks down a miracle!)
Quadros: Alright Kaito. It's about high time that you stop kicking out! Just hand the title over to Dade Davis and call it an evening!
Franks: You're crazy if you think Kaito would just hand over a title, no matter which one it is.
Quadros: Oh come on, you're not going to tell me that Kaito lost the Lightweight title to Nighthawk on his own volition! He might not be a very good wrestler, but I know he's better than Nighthawk! So just like he did back then, he should do now! Cause if he doesn't Dade Davis is just going to end up taking it from him anyways!
Franks: First off, Nighthawk won that fair and square and secondly, Kaito will have to have that title ripped from his dead hands before he'd give it to someone else!
Quadros: That sounds morbid.. and sick!
(Dade Davis takes a deep dark, long look at the referee and shakes his head slowly. He yells at the referee that what he's going to do to Kaito is now his fault. He pulls up Kaito and sends him flying into the ropes with an Irish Whip! He waits for Kaito on the return and looks to attempt a running Powerslam. However, as he lifts Kaito up in the air for the maneuver, Kaito somehow in midair, gets a foot on Davis' shoulder, kicks off and then spins away to face away from Davis while grabbing onto his head. He drops down to a sitting position.... Stunner! Dade Davis' head pops up as Dade Davis is lifted off the ground from the impact and falls flat on his back! Kaito crawls over and drapes an arm over Davis! 1......... 2......... THRE- NO! Dade Davis throws an arm up at the last second!)
Franks: Woah! We almost had a winner right there Ray!
Quadros: I think I went pee pee in my pants just then! Although that count by the referee was awfully fast!
Franks: Oh you're not going to start that bologna again are you? The referee has been counting all the pin falls just the same.
Quadros: Actually, if you look at that pin and then one of the pins Davis made in slow motion, you'll see what I'm talking about.
Franks: Riiiiiiiight.
(Kaito takes a moment to catch a second breath before he helps Dade Davis up to his feet. Kaito backs himself up into the ropes and then charges forward and nails a Spiral Clothesline. He stays on his feet and runs to the closest corner, scaling the turnbuckles with eye defying speed! He leaps off and executes the most beautiful Corkscrew Moonsault you'll ever read about! He hooks a leg on the fallen Dade Davis! 1......... 2.......... THRE- NO! Dade Davis stays resilient with a shoulder up! Kaito finds it hard to believe but stands up and then hits a Standing Moonsault! He hooks a leg very tightly this time and goes for the pin once more! 1........ 2.......... NO! Dade Davis gets a kick out again! Kaito is starting to look somewhat frustrated as he jumps up again and runs for the closest ropes and Springboard's off with an elbow onto the sternum of Davis! That should do it! 1........ 2........ THRE- NO!! Davis is close enough to the ropes to get a leg on them! Kaito knocks off the leg and goes for a pin attempt yet again! 1....... 2........ THRE- NO!)
Quadros: Davis, you've got to do something about this! Kaito can't keep doing this or you're going to end up losing! Pick your ass up and do something!
Franks: Kaito is really taking it to him right now! I don't know if Dade Davis is going to be able to handle too much more of this Ray! When Kaito gets into a groove, it's hard to take him out of it!
Quadros: If there's anyone who can take him out of it, is has to be Dade Davis! It has to be! He's the chosen one to take the championship away from Kaito!
Franks: One thing about Dade Davis that people over look is that they think he is still too raw. He's one of the most polished young men that we have in this sport right now, so you may be right on that!
Quadros: Of course I'm right. I'm always right!
Franks: That's what you said when you swore that Canadian prostitute you bought didn't have any STD's!
Quadros: Well she looked lik... I mean, what prostitute?!
(Davis just won't give up! Kaito's seen enough as he helps Davis to his feet and is signaling that he is going to end this match! Could this be the Todome Da(Final Hit)? He puts his head between Davis' legs and then begins to lift him up for the Beach Break maneuver, but Dade Davis uses his weight to his advantage as he manages to swing the leverage back in his direction! He drops back down to hit feet with Kaito still between his legs. Ax Handle to his back! Another! He lifts Kaito up into a Piledriver maneuver and then drops him on his head! Roll up! 1..... 2...... THRE- NO! Kaito throws a shoulder up! Dade Davis screams at the referee to do his job! Dade Davis helps Kaito up and then drills him back to the mat with a DDT! That's got to be the final straw for sure! Dade Davis hooks a leg as hard as he can just to make sure. The referee drops down to make the three count. 1......... 2........ NO! Kaito shoots an arm up just before the referee's hand slaps the mat for a third time! Dade Davis absolutely cannot believe it!)
Franks: Both men are putting on an impressive display of their arsenal and their will to keep this match going at all costs! Neither man wants to walk out the loser tonight!
Quadros: Even a freaking toddler knows that Carl! Of course neither guy wants to walk out the loser! The only guy in the entire federation who wants to do that is none other than Jose Jose!
Franks: I was just stating the obvious. I think both men are showing why they belong in the World title picture, even win or lose after tonight.
Quadros: Are you sure you don't like men? That last statement was so ga....
Franks: Woah now! We might be on pay per view, but we still have children watching! Anyways viewers at home, you're certainly getting your price of admission for this match! I have a feeling this match is going to come down to who can hit the last high impact move to catch the other off guard!
(Dade Davis yanks Kaito up to his feet and then slams him back down hard to the mat with a sweet Sambo Suplex! Quick cover for the pin! 1........ 2......... THREE! Dade Davis comes away with the wi... NO! Referee holding up two fingers! Dade Davis grabs Kaito by the hair in frustration and starts slamming it hard into the mat! He then starts landing hard closed, fisted rights that Kaito has no way of blocking! The referee with a lightning fast disqualification count! 1. 2. 3. 4. 4.99! Dade Davis almost loses the match! He drops down on Kaito and goes for the three count! 1...... 2....... NO! Dade Davis up with Kaito to his feet as well. Dade Davis sends him sprinting towards the closest ropes, where Kaito quickly bounces off. Dade Davis has a Clothesline ducked by Kaito! Kaito sails into the opposite ropes and bounces off like a rubber ball from the floor! Dade Davis can barely turn around in time, so instead he pulls the referee in front of him! Kaito nearly takes the referees head off!)
Quadros: What the hell was that?!
Franks: Dade Davis pulled the referee in front of himself in order to avoid getting his head caved in by Kaito's foot! I can't believe that! That's something that I guess I should expect from Dade Davis huh?
Quadros: WHAT?! You think that was Dade Davis' fault?! “The Franchise” was merely trying to pull the referee out of the way, not into harms way. Kaito's actions are preposterous!
Franks: WHAT?! Are you serious?! That was all Dade Davis and you know it! I can't believe you're trying to justify that!
Quadros: Hey, I see it as it happens and tell it how it happens!
Franks: From a blind man's perspective!
(Dade Davis looks to take a stunned Kaito out, but Kaito blocks the hard right and lands a hard kick to the rib cage like he started the match! Kaito begins a series of kicks that, Dade Davis can't block! Dade Davis being backed towards the ropes! Kaito delivers a Roundhouse kick that sends Dade Davis up and over the top rope! Davis hits the floor rather hard as he lands next to the apron! Kaito looks out to the fans and yells something in his native tongue at the top of his lungs! The fans are going absolutely bananas! Dade Davis is up on all fours trying to figure out just what happened! Kaito is measuring him up and then sprints towards the opposite ropes and bounces off them and then speeds towards the ropes that Dade Davis is just on the other side of. Dade Davis grabs something from underneath the ropes as Kaito flies over the top rope with a Handspring Moonsault! As Kaito comes down, Dade Davis brings a kendo stick up into the gut of Kaito! Kaito folds in two and lands onto the floor with a terrible thud! Dade Davis grabs him and slams him into the steel steps! Blood is flowing everywhere now! Dade Davis rolls Kaito back into the ring and starts to revive the referee! This could be the end! Referee coming to and Dade Davis drags him over to where Kaito lies motionless in a growing pool of blood! Dade Davis hooks both legs and presses down on Kaito's shoulders as hard as possible! 1...................... 2.............................. THREE!.......... NO!!!!! Kaito gets a shoulder up! Dade Davis is absolutely livid!!)
Quadros: That referee better be fired come Thursday morning should Dade Davis lose this match! Dade Davis had the match won! Fair and square!
Franks: Fair and square?! Dade Davis used a kendo stick and was the one who knocked the referee out in the first place. I guess you can say, what goes around comes around!
Quadros: The only reason that Dade Davis used a kendo stick is because Kaito deserved it!
Franks: All I can say is that Dade Davis had better be careful, because when you do something to Kaito that doesn't belong in a match... Kaito can bring it back ten fold!
Quadros: Kaito's bark is bigger than his bite!
(Dade Davis helps Kaito up and then lifts him up into a Press Slam that he drops down right onto the referee! What the hell?! The referee is knocked out again! Dade Davis takes a moment to look at the fans and gets the loudest boo that we might have ever heard! Dade Davis throws a hand at the fans as if he is slapping them away. Dade grabs Kaito by the hair and pulls him up into a standing position. Slap across the face! Kaito delivers a slap of his own from nowhere! He grabs Dade by the head and delivers a Headbutt! Dade Davis head rocks back as Kaito shakes it off and sends Dade Davis into the corner! Kaito right there and delivers a Backhand Chop! A 2nd backchop! Another! Another! Skip a few! A 98th one! A 99th one! A 100th Backhand Chop! Dade Davis' skin is actually a maroon color! Kaito sends him between the middle and top rope to the outside! Kaito grabs the kendo stick and slams it down over the back of Dade Davis! Another! Another! Another! Again! Yet again! Yet another! And another! Again! Again! Again! Another! Smack! Crackle! Pop! Another! Dade Davis is starting to bleed from his back with purple welts everywhere! Kaito may have lost it! Another kendo shot! Another! Again! Again! Another! Another! Smack! Yet again! Yet another! Kaito finally sends the kendo stick flying as he helps Dade Davis up and sends him back into the ring!)
Quadros: To me Carl, that's just over the top! Sure I condone sneak attacks, cheap shots, weapon shots and all that jazz when the referee's back is turned, but this is too much!
Franks: In the end, Dade Davis has no one else to blame but himself! He provoked Kaito to begin with!
Quadros: Dade Davis did not deserve that! Kaito is a mad man and if he can't control that, he shouldn't be in the ring!
Franks: Then again, maybe Dade Davis shouldn't be in this match if Kaito is too “crazy” for him! Everyone knows that Kaito has a side that we really don't know about, well now we're finding out about it! It isn't pretty!
Quadros: Neither is your wife naked. I'd know.
Franks: Hey!
(Dade Davis is on his back near the ropes as Kaito hops up to the ring apron. Kaito uses the ropes to vault himself over them and then just lands on the other side of Dade Davis' head. He pauses for a moment and then insultingly kicks him in the back of the head with his heel! Kaito helps Dade Davis up and then sends him crashing back down to the mat with a Hurracanrana! Up and drops down and elbow! Kaito starts kicking the lifeless body starting at the head and then working his way down the shoulder, the ribcage, the hip area, the legs and then starts up the other side! Kaito looks out towards the fans and signals that this match is going to be over! Kaito pulls Dade Davis up to a standing position and then puts his head in between Dade Davis' legs. He lifts him up and then drops down into a sitting position! Todome Da! Dade Davis impales the mat with his own head! Kaito hooks a leg and this one looks to be all over! 1....... 2..........3!!! Except it's the fans counting and not the referee! He's just starting to come to! The fans chant... 4... 5... 6!! Kaito lets go of the pin hold and revives the referee and helps him back over to Dade! Kaito hooks a leg again and goes for the three count one more time! 1............ 2............ THREE! Kaito comes away with the victo... NO!!!!! The referee is holding up two fingers as he holds his head with his other hand! Dade Davis is still in this match up! Kaito is signaling that he is going to hit the Todome Da again! He helps Dade Davis up one final time and then puts his head between The Franchise's legs again. Dade Davis nails Kaito in the back with a couple of hard elbows, which temporarily stuns him! Dade Davis now with Kaito up in the air in a Vertebreaker position that he calls, the No Class! Drops Kaito smack dab on his head! Dade Davis can do nothing more than drape an arm over Kaito from exhaustion! 1........... 2................ THREE! NO! Kickout by Kaito! This match is going to continu..... NO! Wait, the referee is holding up three fingers and signaling the match is over! Dade Davis pulls off the upset!!!)
Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen! The winner of this contest by pinfall and the NEW Premiere Wrestling Alliance World Heavyweight Champion.......... “The Franchise” Dade Davis!!!
Quadros: I can't believe it! He did it Carl, he did it!
Franks: You do know what this means don't you?
Quadros: That awesomeness has finally made it's way back into the PWA? If that's your answer, then yes I know what it means!
Franks: No. It means we're all going to have to listen to every breath out of Dade Davis' mouth be about him being the greatest!
Quadros: That shouldn't come as a surprise, because after all, he is holding the Championship that says he is the best of the best right now!
Franks: At any rate folks, this is quite a shock to all of us here and all of you watching world wide! Kaito is upset by Dade Davis! The reign of “The Franchise” has officially begun!
