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POINT OF NO RETURN 3
September 1st, 2010
Rizal Memorial Stadium in Manila, Philippines
FORGOTTEN INVITATION
Written by: Josh & Neil
The fans are inside the Rizal Memorial Stadium all ready as the sounds of Point of No Return 3 can be heard in the background. Two Filipeno security
men stand near the front door, smoking cigarettes and discussing how awesome a fighter Manny Pacquiao is.
Security Man #1: Pac-man be the best man. I vote for him to be president!
Security Man #2: Ain't nobody a better fighter on the planet right now. I agree, he cool!
As the two continue their man-love for the boxer turned politician, a man that PWA has been known for years to be a hell of a fighter himself walks
into the screen. First time PWA World Heavyweight Champion Jostrodomus begins walking towards the front entrance with a sense of purpose on his
face. He pulls his Raybands off the bridge of his nose and it become clear he isn't too damn happy. The two security guards don't make matters any
better as they stand side-by-side with cigarettes in their mouths, blocking the front gate.
Security Man #1: Hey pal, the gates are closed. You are too late.
Jostrodomus: I'm never to late fellers. I'm here for the Hall of Fame party.
The two security men look at each other with confusion. Hall of Fame party? There's a party and they aren't invited? The hell man.
Security Man #2: What's your name?
Jostrodomus: Michael Vicent...Better known around this industry as Jostrodomus, The Number One Stunner. First ever heavyweight champion of
PWA and all around the roughest, toughest, nastiest son of a bitch north of forty.
He replies to the men with that ever famous arrogant grin. The men look at him for a few seconds.
Security Man #1: Do you know who Jostrodomus is?
Security Man #2: Never heard of him.
Security Man #1: Best you move along now old man. We never heard of ya and we sure don't have you down for any Hall of Fame party.
Joz smiles at the two men and crosses his arms.
Jostrodomus: Well gentlemen. I believe we have two choices here. Choice A and choice B.
Security Man #2: I think he wants to fight.
Security Man #1: Fuck that. I'll shoot his ass.
Joz smiles.
Jostrodomus: By time you reach into your little holster full of mace I'll have knocked the shit out of the both of yous. So What'll it be boys? Choice
A. A fancy shinny hundred dollar bill for each of you. Or choice B. You reach for your mace and find out why you don't fuck with a grumpy old man.
The two security guards stare at each other and think about the options while Jostrodomus begins to clench his fists. Looks like he means
business.
Voice: VICENT!
All three turn their attention to Board Member Wren Chesney as she is making her way towards the door with an entourage of lawyer types
following her every step.
Wren Chesney: Vicent! What the Hell are you doing here?
Jostrodous: I came to file a grievance.
Mrs. Chesney steps past her former lover Jostrodomus and near the front gate.
Wren Chesney: I should be the one filing one, Vicent. I got crabs because of you.
The two security men start to chuckle very briefly before Wren shoots daggers at them. They pipe down after that death look.
Jostrodomus: You?
The former world champ begins to laugh hysterically at the comment of PWA's head BITCH Wren Chesney.
Jostrodomus: You got crabs from me? I don't think so. I never had crabs til I bent you over in the bathroom that night at Maelstrom's strip club.
Didn't Tony get my note? But I'm not here to discuss how you've had more cock inside you than Lisa Lampaneli's had black men. I'm here for the party
Wren...Invite or not.
Wren Chesney: You aren't invited, Vicent! And you aren't getting in either. See, MY company has moved on from you and your stupid mocking
jokes. MY company doesn't even know who Jostrodomus is or what Michael Vicent even looks like. You are history, don't you see? An old never was that
luckily had his name associated with one moment. And which moment was that? I forget. We all forgot. And you showing up here tonight isn't going to
give any one of us a flashback of your so called greatness.
Jostrodomus: You know I figured you were the one behind leaving me out of the first ever Hall of Fame Class. I figured you were the one who
could never accept the fact that it wasn't you that built this company, or Michael Bourne or anyone else...That it was me. Jostrodomus. Michael Vicent.
The Number One Stunner. The one son of a bitch you could never get rid of....
He pauses for a second smiling.
Jostrodomus: And you know...I figured I'd make my way into the building and instantly be greeted by you spewing a bunch of nonsense from your
mouth. Which is why I've taken it upon myself to invite myself in tonight Wren.
Mrs. Chesney smirks while Jostrodomus' blood pressure is starting to rise.
Wren Chesney: You can blame me all you want, Vicent. I'm used to it by now. Being blamed for people's problems is something I've grown
accustomed to. It means I'm the one in control. Gentlemen, show Mr. Vicent how the pavement feels. I have business to attend to.
The two security men move forward as Jostrodomus prepares to fight his way through the door. Before a single punch can be thrown, more and
more security guards start to head towards the gate, forming a gauntlet that Jostrodomus will have to run through.
Jostrodomus: Tell me Wren...Tell me that you were behind it all! You really think Jake Keeton is the face of PWA. Jake fuckin' Keeton can't lace up
my god damned boots. He never could. Jake Keeton's only claim to fame is being a paper champ WREN! A FUCKING PAPER CHAMP. Evan Andrews...He
didn't do a fucking thing on his own...The only one deserving to be out there is Kaito....
He shoves his way past the first line of security guards as another group stand between him and Miss Chesney.
Wren Chesney: You want to know who is locking you out? I'll tell you, Vicent! Before I could even suggest it, the order was all ready given....given
by Butcher!
Jostrodomus stops dead in his tracks before pointing a figner at Wren.
Jostrodomus: You lying CUNT!
Wren Chesney: CUNT you say? Yes...They'll be in action here in a few moments. You'll have to catch it at one of those sleezy strip joints you like
to attend. Gentlemen. Escort him out of here.
With that the men continue escorting Jostrodomus off the property in a harsh manner as he yells at the top of his lungs.
Jostrodomus: That son of a bitch crossed me!!
OPEN CHALLENGE
Scott Alexander vs. Lewis Murphy
Written by: Moo
Scott Alexander pins Lewis Murphy.
PRESSURE POINTS
Written by: Donnie
Tony Field: Where is he?
A still beaten and bruised Frankie pushes open a door, steps in, glances around and steps back out.
Frankie Bones: They said he was somewhere around here, so I'm guessing we'll find him soon.
Tony Field: Don't guess, Frankie, do. I can't have any surprises tonight, this is far too important.
Frankie lets out a low growl.
Frankie Bones: I'm doing the best I....wait, isn't that him?
Tony glances down the hall to see someone coming out of a equipment closet.
Tony Field: Yes, that's him. Go grab him.
Frankie moves quickly, approaching Mike Marsh, the pyro guy as Tony slowly makes his way over to him.
Mike Marsh: Let go of me.
Frankie Bones: Sorry, but your services are needed.
Mike Marsh: Well ask next time, don't just grab.
Mike Marsh glances over at Tony, an uneasy look on his face.
Mike Marsh: Wha...what can I help you with Tony?
Tony Field: We're not on a fist name basis. You'll show me a little respect. It's Mr. Field.
Mike Marsh, looking extremely uncomfortable, answers Tony.
Mike Marsh: So…sorry Mr. Field...wh...what can I help you with?
Tony chuckles.
Tony Field: Funny you should ask. I need a little information that I know you can provide.
Mike Marsh: Err..what ki…ki…kind of information?
Tony Field: Tonight, Glen wants an Extreme Ring match with a twist. I need to know the twist.
Mike Marsh looks at Tony, then over at Frankie, then back to Tony.
Mike Marsh: Uhmmm...I have no clue what you are ta…talking about.
Tony nods over at Frankie, who grabs Mike Marsh around the love handles, squeezing the nerve, lifting him off his feet.
Tony Field: Look, I know you have the information I need. Now I can appreciate your loyalty in trying to keep it to yourself. But I'm not messing
around here. You can either do this the hard way, or you can do it the easy way. The easy way is simple, just tell me now, and we'll walk away. No
harm no foul. The hard way....I hope you enjoy eating your meals through straw, because I guarantee it you it'll happen. What we did to Steve
Upshaw will be nothing compared to what we'll do to you. But either way, you're going to tell me.
Mike Marsh: I...I can't....
Tony Field: Frankie, go ahead.
Frankie smiles as he grabs the pinky on Mike Marsh's hand and bends it backward, with a sickening snap as his finger is broken. Mike Marsh winces
in pain as he fights back tears while Tony just laughs.
Tony Field: See, Mike, I don't think you understand. Before Frankie came to work for me, he was muscle for my father. What he's doing now, he
used to do for a living. And if he can squeeze money out of low life thugs, he can get information out of you. So make this easy. I mean after all, how
good of a friend could Glen really be? He's the one who put you in this position, so you owe him nothing.
Mike Marsh just stared at Field, saying nothing. Tony turns to Frankie.
Tony Field: His thumb, Frankie.
Frankie goes to grab his thumb, but Mike Marsh interrupts him.
Mike Marsh: Okay, okay, okay...I'll...I'll tell you what he has planned. The ring ropes...he's changed the ring ropes. It'll be bar…bar…barbedwire
now..
Tony's expression suddenly changes. He looks over at Frankie, shaking his head in disgust.
Tony Field: See, told you there's no loyalty these days. Go ahead...
A grin flashes across Frankie's face.
Frankie Bones: My pleasure.
With that, Frankie pulls his thumb back, breaking his thumb as well before tossing him head first into the wall before he and Tony start to stroll
back down the hall.
KNOWING WHEN TO USE THEM
Written by: Tyler & Andrew
~ Current PWA Primetime Champion Milo Crews is shown making his way through the backstage section of Rizzal Stadium, with a look of concern written
upon his face as he enters the catering table that’s been set up for members of the roster. The rookie makes his way toward the stack of energy drinks,
and picks up two different kinds, staring at the bottles in each hand with an expression that registers equal measures of disdain and disenchantment. ~
Milo Crews: Can’t I have both?
“You can if you want...But there’s a pretty good chance that doing this could make you sick...”
~ Milo whirls around and notes the figure of Terminus near the entrance, regarding him through his mask with a sympathetic expression in his
gaze. ~
Terminus: ...And given the fact that you already look like you’re on the verge of throwing up...*Shrugs*...Well...
Milo Crews: I do? I guess the pressure is worse than I thought. I don’t know how I’m going to come out of this alive. Both Sandman and Cantrell?
Ridiculous.
Terminus: Yeah, I’ll admit that’s a tough draw for you. Both of those guys can really go. But if you can keep yourself focused upon the task at
hand, and upon what you’re capable of doing, then things might turn out all right for you. Hell, you might not just come out of this alive...You might
come out of it with a victory.
~The pale expression on Milo’s face vanishes briefly as he lets out a slight chuckle.~
Milo Crews: There’s no way, dude. I know like...four moves. None of them would be capable of putting those guys down. Did you miss that match
they had at Violation 100, or something?
~ Glen Watts smiles slightly as he steps beside Milo, grabs another energy drink, and examines it for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and
taking a sip.~
Terminus: Milo...I saw the match they had, and I’ve taken the time to watch a few of your matches, too. If you were as bad as you seem to think
you are, then Sam Washington would have eaten you alive. But he didn’t, and that says something about what you’re capable of doing inside the ring.
Sometimes, winning a match isn’t about the amount of moves you know...It’s about knowing WHEN to hit those moves. If you can keep that in
mind, then things could work out for you.
~ By this point, the eyes of Terminus have grown distant, and it almost seems as though he’s addressing himself as much as the rookie next to
him. ~
Terminus: Yeah...They just might...
~The color begins to return to Milo’s skin as his nervous look turns into a happier version.~
Milo Crews: I hope you’re right. This title is my career, if I were to lose it so soon...I don’t know what I’d do.
~ At that point, the eyes of Terminus regain their focus as he turns and levels an intense stare at Crews. ~
Terminus: Milo...Take it from someone whose career *is* on the line tonight. That title belt, no matter how valuable, is *not* your career. If you
win- and I think that’s possible- then great. But if not, then I’m certain that you have it inside you to learn from the experience, and become a better
wrestler as a result.
Milo Crews: That’s easy for you to say. You’ve done so much in your career already, been in the business for several years. Me? I’ve struggled all
my life, and this title makes people take me seriously. If I lose it in my first defence, I’ll be the laughing stock of the locker room, and everybody else
who watches this sport.
Terminus: That depends...The people who would take pleasure in that probably aren’t the types of people you would want supporting you
anyway. Really, the only person that you have to be concerned with is yourself, Milo. And, regardless of what happens,if you can look at yourself in
the mirror and know that you did everything you could to defend that belt, then that’s something that you can take pride in, right?
Milo Crews: I guess I never thought it of like that...
Terminus: That’s something that can take some time to realize, Milo. But once you do, everything else should fall into place. Well, I should get
going, so allow me to wish you luck in your match...
~ Glen grabs another energy drink, and nods toward the Primetime Champion as he makes his way toward the door, only to stop when he hears
Milo calling out to him by name. ~
Milo Crews: Thanks for the talk, man. It really helped me out. You think we could do this again some time? There’s a ton of things I’d like to ask
you...
Terminus: Yeah...I can’t see why not. ‘Cause despite what certain people might think, I fully intend to be in the PWA for quite some time to come.
~ Crews bobs his head in agreement, signifying his total faith in Terminus, before turning around and walking out of the hallway and into his locker
room. Once the door closes and he finds himself away from the eyes of Glen, he begins to laugh hysterically with excitement, having just met one of his
all time favorite performers in person.~
PWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
- Security Lumberjack Match -
Completely Undeniable Natural Talent vs. Believas in Margaritas ©
Written by: Neil
C.U.N.T. member Aiden Miles pins Josh Graham with help from security to claim the PWA Tag Team Championship belts for the second time!
BEFORE THE WAR
Written by: Okori
Johnny Red: "Tonight, 2 men will step into this arena and battle to determine who is the PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion. oth men believe
themselves to be not just the best light heavyweight in this company, but the Best in the World. in fact.... when you think of the best in the world, one
man's name comes up. Right now let us welcome... 'The Wrestling Machine' Nighthawk!"
As Nighthawk steps into frame, his cherry bomb-red locks hanging down low over his eyes, we can almost feel his intensity burning off the TV
screen. Clad in a black leather jacket with an airbrushed mural of the Chicago skyline on the back and blue flames up and down each sleeve, a black
PWA Sekigun t-shirt, royal-blue leather pants with orange-and-white piping up and down each leg, and black work boots, the "Wrestling Machine" nods
his head quickly towards the general direction of Johnny Red.
Johnny Red: "Tonight, Nighthawk, you face off against Jack Gaither, a man that you have dominated. What are your thoughts before this big
match?"
Nighthawk: "I've sat here for weeks, Johnny, and I've done nothing but listen to Jack Gaither talk over and over again about how this match is
going to be an epic. At first, i tolerated it for what i imagined it to be: a man trying desperately to hype up a championship match which needed
absolutely, positively, NOTHING of the sort. But then as I kept listening, and my opwn fans began to complain to me about what they saw as a lack of
respect for his challenger, I started to be concerned. And then finally I made a decision.
Jack that title you hold over your shoulder was not fashioned in the same way that other belts were, in a facvtory by a trained artisan of his craft.
Instead your title, the one you have right this very second, was built in blood, its nameplate fashioned in sweat and pain and toil. People have sacrificed
knees, and elbows, and shoulders for that title. Careers have ended to try and get it. And you have the nerve, Jack, to talk about any title defense in
terms of an epic and not in terms of a victory? Jack let me make something clear to you.
I am coming into that ring tonight with the idea of an epic nowhere close to my mind. Instead I want to do just one thing: beat you. And you
better learn to live with that, because right now, that is your reality. So I have a warning. Stop smiling. Stop taking pictures and releasing a thousand
publicity releases. Get down to work. Get down to duty. Because tonight you are going to have to stand on the top of a mountain I helped build and try
and keep me from its peak. I want to know if you can. But right now, Jack, right this very second, you're making this way too easy for me.
Goodnight Jack. May sleep give you the courage to go on."
HALL OF FAMER: EVAN ANDREWS
Written by: Andrew & Paul
~Live Your Way comes on the speakers and Jason Sandman makes his way out to the ring. ~
Jason: The Recipient asked me to come out here and introduce him. Whether you liked him or not he always came out here and gave you fans a
hundred and ten percent. He was both a friend and a pain in my fucking ass. He is Evan Andrews. The True Terminus.
~ The arena dims to near total darkness, while the screen begins to play highlights from some of the most famous matches that Evan Andrews
engaged in during the course of his tenure in PWA.
There's a shot of him nailing a Spinning Unprettier to Jostrodomus to win the World Heavyweight Championship for the first time. A shot of him
choking out JJ Biggs to defend the title. Clips of the battles that he had with Jason Sandman/Angel at Mob Rules and the first Point of No Return, with
Captain Howdy at Redemption and Mob Rules, and with Brad and Freya Kane to score successful defenses of the title during his second World
Championship reign...
And then "I Wear My Skin" by One Minute Silence begins to play over the PA system. The crowd rises to their feet as begins to chant "Terminus!
Terminus! Terminus!". Natalie Snow appears at the top of the entrance ramp first, and then just freaking EXPLODES as they watch Evan Andrews
appear, garbed in the same wrestling attire and mask that he made so famous.
After taking a moment to stare out at the crowd with a mixture of bemusement, wonder, and disbelief apparent in his eyes, the former two time
World Heavyweight Champion and current Judicial Review member accepts a congratulatory hug and kiss from his wife, and then makes his way down
to the ring, slides under the bottom rope, and then steps into the ring and nods toward Jason to acknowledge the words that his long time rival and
friend said about him.
Once again, Andrews stares out at the spectators as they continue to give him a standing ovation and chant the name of Terminus over and over
again. A slight smile appears through the mask as he lifts the crowd to address those in attendance. The crowd volume begins to die down, and a hush
falls across the stadium as they await the words of the former Terminus. ~
Evan Andrews: Good evening. Thank you for this reception.
~ Evan shakes his head, and chuckles slightly as he regards the plaque in Sandman's hand. ~
Evan: Well, I've got to say, this is a hell of an honor that's been bestowed upon me. And it provides unequivocal proof of the fact that people
remembered who I was, and of what I was able to accomplish inside the ring.
It also provides way to honor the efforts of all the opponents I faced throughout the course of my time as an active competitor in the federation.
For, if Brad and Freya Kane hadn't been around to push me to, and past my limits, This award is much theirs as it is mine and serves an an
appropriate way to honor the battles and friendship that I've had with them.
In a way, the same holds true for Jostrodomus and JJ Biggs...Although I have no interest at all in being either of their friends. Still, even though I
might not have liked them, without those two I wouldn't be standing here in front of you this evening, either.
I can say the same of my former brother in arms, Jiraiya Kaito, and my current brother in law, Jake Keeton...And I can also say that it's an
absolute privilege to be mentioned in the same sentence as those two men.
~ The crowd bursts into a round of applause at the mention of the other two inductees. Evan nods his head and waits for the applause to finish
before he continues. ~
Evan: I can certainly say the same of Captain Howdy, and can also say that I consider the respect gained from him throughout the course of our
battle to be one of my most treasured possessions...
~ Andrews smiles as he glances toward Jason. ~
Evan: And, of course, I can definitely say the same of Jason Sandman...Not just because he's standing here, but also because the battles helped
to define who I am as a person, and as a competitor.
This award honors those people, and others that I failed to mention earlier, like my old friend Nighthawk, of course, as well as people like Jack
Gaither and Freddy Fandango and Valentine Lionheart. It honors all of the opponents that I've met inside the ring, in fact,...And all the people who
supported me as well.
It honors my dear wife Natalie Snow, who stood by my side and fought with everything in her heart to advance my career. It honors all the
sacrifices that she made in her life...Just to make certain that I might have a better chance of gaining this sort of award....
~ Once again the crowd cheers as Natalie is shown beaming with pride and happiness as she blows a kiss toward her husband. ~
Evan: And it honors everyone who ever took the time to watch one of my matches, because regardless of whether or not they liked me, or agreed
with the tactics that I used to achieve my goals, these fans and the need to provide them with the best effort that I possibly could remain an important
reason why I'm standing here at this moment.
So, given all the people that this award honors, there's no question in my mind that I'm going to have to accept it.
~ The eyes of the former Evan become contemplative as he takes a deep breath. ~
Evan: The question is HOW I choose to accept this award...
Or, more accurately...WHO will accept it.
I've given this manner quite a bit of thought ever since I found out I was the first inductee into the PWA Hall of Fame, and now, standing here in
front of all of you, I've made my decision....
~ And, with that, Evan Anderws unlaces his mask and removes it from his face, a gesture that prompts Jason Sandman to go wide eyed as he
stares at his friend. ~
Evan: I can't accept this award as Terminus, because that's no longer who I am. To be honest, the only reason why I became Terminus in the first
place was because the original incarnation wasn't in any position to assume the role at the time.
But he can certainly play that role now, and deep in my heart, I know that Glen Watts is capable of doing it better than I ever could.
I can't accept this award as Terminus...
But I can accept as the person that I am...As Evan Andrews...As MYSELF, Jason...To acknowledge what I tried to do while I wrestled wearing this
mask, and all the battles that I had during those years.
So, I accept this award, and induction into the PWA Hall of Fame, and thank everyone for the honor.
~Jason looks into the eyes of his “best friend” and then down at the plaque in his hands. Without any words as to why Jason spits on the plaque
and throws it at the feet of Evan Andrews. Jason then simply walks away screaming fucking bullshit.
Evan Andrews levels blank stare as he watches Jason Sandman storm down the ramp, then glances toward the indignant form of his wife and
motions for her to remain calm. The new inductee then lets out a sigh and shrugs slightly while bending down to pick up the plaque. A helpful attendant
throws a cloth into the ring; and as Evan uses it to wipe down his award, he's heard to murmur one final comment...~
Evan : Interesting...I wonder if Jason truly realizes what just happened...I wonder if he truly realizes what he just did.
*Speaking in a louder tone of voice.* Anyway, let's get back to this induction ceremony, OK?
PRIMETIME CHAMPIONSHIP
Josh Cantrell vs. Jason Sandman vs. Milo Crews ©
Written by: Nathan
Ferdinand: The following is a triple-threat macth scheduled for one fall and it is for the PWA Primetime Championship! Introducing first, hailing from
Ripley, Ohio and weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, he is "The Product of Hate" Jooooosshh Caaaaaannnnttrreeelllllllllllll!
Slowly the arena lights dim and a bright red hue is cast upon the entrance ramp. “King Zero” by Drowning Pool begins to play and "The Product of
Hate" Josh Cantrell steps into the red star shaped spotlight. He holds his arms out to the side and whips his head back throwing off the red hooded
cloak he had been wearing. Dressed in black trunks with two red stars on the back and PoH written on the front as well as black boots with red kick pads
he walks to the ring taking in the cheers from the crowd.
Ferdinand: Introducing participant number two, hailing from Norfolk, Virginia and weighing in at two hundred and ninety-five pounds. He is
Jaaaassssoooonnnn Saaaaannnndddmmaaaaannn!
Live your Way comes on speakers and as it begins Deal With It Bitch Productions Presents logo come on the Teletron. When the opening words are
heard the name of Jason Sandman shows up on the teletron. Jason Sandman comes out of the entranceway and as he raises his singapore cane and a
steel chair wrapped in barbwire in the air pyro shoots off. Jason Sandman runs down to the ring, throwing the cane and chair over before sliding under
the ropes.
Ferdinand: And introducing the third and final participant, hailing from Miami, Florida and weighing in at two hundred and seven pounds, he is the
current PWA Priiiimmeetime Champion, he is Miiiiilllooooo Crrrrreeeeewwwwsss!
'Spit It Out' beings to play over the P.A. system as Milo Crews appears at the top of the ramp, with the Primetime Championship strapped tightly
around his waist, a large smile matching the golden glow radiating from around his waist. He stops at the top of the ramp and points each side of the
arena as the fans let out cheers for the underdog champion. After hyping the fans up, he sprints to the ring handing out free high-fives to anybody
lucky enough to have their hand out as he passes, before climbing into the ring and handing his belt to the referee.
The bell rings. Cantrell, Sandman, and Crews are all standing in their respective corners. They're keeping a strong eye on each other, each one of
them waiting for the other to make a move. All three men slowly begin circling around the outskirts of the ring. The crowd buzzes as the tension builds.
And, as if they talked about it before the match, Cantrell and Crews charge Sandman. Both men are hitting him with rights, lefts, kicks, and knees;
whatever hurts, they're throwing it! Sandman is backed into the corner and Crews and Cantrell continue the assault! Sandman is forced to take a seat,
as Cantrell is stomping on Sandman repeatedly, and Crews is hitting Sandman with consistent rights!
Franks: I guess Cantrell and Crews want to eliminate the big man?
Quadros: Sounds like a plan! Get Sandman's big body out of the way and the match can carry on one vs. one!
Cantrell, feeling Sandman has been beaten sufficiently, quickly catches Crews off-guard with an elbow. Crews stumbles backwards, holding onto
his jaw and looking at Cantrell with disbelief!
Quadros: Cantrell's a veteran! It may take a while, but Milo'll learn you cannot trust anyone!
"The Product of Hate" charges in his direction, but Crews catches him with an Arm Drag! Cantrell gets up quickly and charges towards Crews once
again! Arm Drag! Cantrell gets up a second time, looking slightly frustrated, and he charges once more! Crews catches him with another Arm Drag, but
this time Crews keeps the grasp and moves into an Armbar! Cantrell slaps the mat in frustration before going to work on Crews' grasp; he's trying to pry
his fingers open. Crews wrenches back on the hold, but out of no where Jason Sandman comes back into the picture and drills Crews with a solid kick to
the head!
Franks: I guess they didn't focus enough on Sandman! He's up; and he's angry!
Quadros: You won't like him when he's angry!
Crews rolls around on the mat, holding onto his head in pain. Meanwhile, Cantrell is slow to his feet, he's shaking his arm the whole way up, trying
to regain the feeling. But, before he can even fully plant himself on two legs, Sandman charges at him and drills him with a Roundhouse Kick! Cantrell is
hurting, and instead of letting the beating continue, he slowly rolls out of the way and hits the mat on the outside. Crews, with the help of the ropes,
has gotten back to his feet and charges in Sandman's direction! Sandman catches him! Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Crews hits the mat awkwardly and Jason
moves in for the pin! 1..............2.....KICK OUT!
Franks: Milo Crews barely got his shoulder up! That was a near-fall!
Quadros: Sandman isn't playing any games, Carl!
On the outside, Cantrell is up to his feet and he's slapping the mat a couple times out of frustration. He takes a deep breath before grabbing the
ropes and proceeding to pull himself up, but Sandman comes out of no where and pushes Cantrell off the ropes, causing him to hit the barricade
back-first! The crowd "ooohhs" as Cantrell rolls around in pain! Sandman smiles before turning back to Milo, who's on his feet and ready to bring it! He
connects with a forearm and goes for another, but Sandman blocks it and hits Crews with a right hand! Another! Another! Crews is a little dazed and
Sandman sends him off the ropes via an Irish Whip! Jason goes for a Clothesline, but Crews ducks under it and... Suicide Dive! Josh Cantrell had gotten
to his feet, but Crews just rammed him right back into the barricade! The crowd cheers loudly after that high-risk move!
Franks: Josh Cantrell can't catch a break! He's had misfortune after misfortune in this match tonight! I feel sorry for him!
Quadros: What are you talking about? He's in the way, so they're pushing him aside! It's great!
In the ring, Sandman rests in the corner nonchalantly as Crews gets to his feet on the outside and rolls back into the ring. Sandman walks over
and meets Crews as soon as he gets to his feet. The Primetime Champion ducks under a right hand, and follows it up with a forearm shot! It stuns
Sandman a little and Crews continues the attack with another forearm followed by an European Uppercut! Sandman is slightly dazed as Milo hits the
ropes. He comes back, looking for a Clothesline! He hits it, but it only causes Sandman to stumble backwards slightly. Milo stands there for a second,
confused, before hitting the ropes once again! He comes back this time and... BAM! A Big Boot from Sandman nearly sends Milo's head flying into the
first row! A quick pinfall attempt! 1.............2.........KICK OUT!
Franks: Jason Sandman wants to ensure he leaves tonight the new PWA Primetime Champion! He's looked good out there, Ray. He nearly knocked
Milo's head off!
Quadros: Sandman is a big athlete, Carl. When you see someone like him, you're supposed to turn around and run away.
Jason gets to his feet slowly, his hand full with Milo's hair as he pulls him up, as well. On the outside, "The Product of Hate" has gotten to his feet
and his expression says it all: he's pissed. He slides back into the ring, as Sandman slaps Milo around a little bit before sending him towards the ropes. To
Sandman's surprise, Milo grabs onto the top rope and Cantrell spins Jason around! A stiff toe-kick to the midsection is followed by a Spinebuster that
rocks the ring; maybe even the building! Cantrell is on his feet and Crews runs towards him! BAM! A huge Bicycle Kick and Milo is down! Cantrell win the
cover! 1................2...........Sandman lunges and breaks it up!
Franks: Josh Cantrell is back in this match! That's the second time Milo nearly lost his head tonight! He's going to need a lot of aspirin.
Quadros: He is full of hate, Carl. He'd come over and slap you in the mouth for no reason... and I'd laugh.
The crowd is getting behind Josh Cantrell has he gets to his feet and looks to power forward with the momentum on his side. Sandman slowly gets
to his feet and runs into a right hand from Cantrell! Jason returns the favor with a right of his own! Cantrell! Sandman! Left! Right! Left! Back and forth!
Both men are not backing down! Cantrell with the block! He's laying into Jason Sandman! Right! Left! Right! Sandman's stumbling! Cantrell pushes
Sandman against the ropes and whips the big man across the ring! Jason returns and Cantrell shows a solid amount of strength by picking Sandman up
and dropping him with a Sidewalk Slam! Josh Cantrell with the pin! 1............2........KICK OUT! Cantrell slaps the mat, showing a little more frustration
as he climbs to his feet. As soon as he gets up, he's met by a charging Milo Crews! He sidesteps Crews, and as soon as the Primetime Champion turns...
He swipes him aside with a Spinning Backfist!
Quadros: Stay down, Milo! You're brain is going to be a bowl of mashed potatoes tomorrow!
Franks: Cantrell is on fire right now, Ray!
Sandman and Crews are slowly trying to get up, while Cantrell is towering over both of them. Cantrell walks up and delivers a stiff kick to Crews'
ribs, causing him to roll over onto his back. He goes off with an assault of stomps and kicks; Crews tries to block some, but he's mostly unsuccessful.
Meanwhile, Sandman gets to his feet and looks to regain the advantage! He spins Cantrell around and misses with a standing Clothesline! Cantrell
delivers a couple of stiff kidney shots before trying to whip Sandman into the corner! But, Jason reverses it and sends Cantrell flying into the
turnbuckle! Jason gathers some steam and charges in, looking for a Big Splash, but Cantrell moves out of the way! Jason hits nothing but the corner!
He stumbles out and Cantrell with an Underhook Brainbuster! Jason is down... and Jason is out!
Franks: Cantrell is going to win it!
Quadros: That didn't look good...
Cantrell with the pin: 1................2.............Crews breaks it up! Milo Crews is quick to his feet and he quickly scales to the top rope! Cantrell
gets to his feet and he's momentarily lost sight of Milo! He turns around and meets both of Milo's boots via a Missile Dropkick! Crews goes for a pin
attempt of his own! 1.................2.......KICK OUT! Crews slowly gets back to his feet and hits the ropes! He returns, a drives the point of his elbow
into Cantrell's chest with a snap Elbow drop! He's up again and hits the ropes once more! Another snap Elbow drop! And he gets up and goes for it a
third time! And he connects! Cantrell is grasping at his chest in pain! Crews pulls Cantrell towards the middle of the ring, getting him in the right position
and he runs towards the ropes! He springboards off the middle rope and lands beautifully with a Lionsault! Another pinfall attempt:
1.............2..........KICK OUT!
Franks: And Milo Crews nearly retained right there! This match has been back and forth from the beginning! Great action!
Quadros: I'll say! Jason Sandman is still looking a little whoosy from Cantrell's Brainbuster maneuver!
Indeed, Sandman grabs onto the middle rope and attempts to pull himself up. Meanwhile, Crews is back on his feet and notices Sandman out of
the corner of his eye. He charges over and hits Sandman with all of his might, pushing his bigger opponent into the corner. Milo grabs Sandman's head
and drops down with a Jawbreaker! Crushing Sandman's face with his knees! Milo with a quick pin! 1...............2........KICK OUT! He pins Sandman
again! 1...........2....KICK OUT! A third time! 1.............2..KICK OUT!
Franks: Look at Milo Crews! That was a veteran move by the rookie! He made Sandman work to kick out all of those times!
Quadros: Mama Crews's baby boy is growing up!
Sandman is down. Milo gets to his feet and is met by a standing Josh Cantrell! Cantrell nails Milo with a right hand! Cantrell goes for another one,
but Milo blocks it! Milo stumbles Cantrell back with a right of his own! Another! He kicks Cantrell in the midsection and drops him with a stiff DDT!
Cantrell's head hits the mat with a thud! Milo gets to his feet and he eyes the turnbuckle. He's thinking of something as he walks towards the corner and
scales to the top!
Franks: I wonder what Crews has in mind?
Quadros: I don't know, Carl. But he better do it fast because Sandman is starting to regain his where-abouts!
Crews takes a deep breath before jumping off with a HUGE Imploding 450 Splash! The crowd goes insane after that big-time move! Milo hooks the
leg, but before the referee can even begin to count, Sandman grabs Milo as if he was a boy and tosses him out of the ring!
Franks: Oh, no!
Quadros: What a smart man!
Sandman drops down and hooks the leg! 1......................2...........................3!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Franks: And Sandman, using Milo Crews' finishing maneuver, won the match and is the new Primetime champion!
Quadros: Again, what a smart freaking man.
Ferdinand: The winner of this match, via pinfall, and the new PWA Primetime Champion... Jaaaasssoooonnn Saaaannnddmmaaannn!
PEOPLE TALK
Written by: Donnie
Theresa Ford: Tony, can I get an interview?
Tony glances over at Theresa Ford, stopping just short of entering into his dressing room. He shakes his head from side to side.
Tony Field: Not tonight. I got a match to focus on. Besides, as I've told you before, Miranda Buck does all my interviews. That is unless...
Theresa steps back.
Theresa Ford: Look, just a few questions, that's all I want. I won't keep you long.
Tony lets out an audible sigh.
Tony Field: (under his breathe) Gotta be a lesbo…(Aloud) Very well, make it quick.
Theresa Ford: Last week at Violation, Jack Gaither called you out, and we haven't heard anything in response from you. The fans are highly on
board with Jack Gaither and would love to see a Gaither vs Field match, so do you have an answer to this challenge?
Tony Field: Really? That's what's so important? I'm about to headline the biggest the event of the year for PWA. I'm about to end the career of
the biggest name in PWA, and you're asking me about a half assed challenge issued by Jack Gaither? Of course I didn't answer the challenge; it's not
even worth answering. First of all, Gaither's an idiot. He actually thinks what I did was about him, but it had nothing to do with him. It was all about
Glen. Second of all, what do I have to gain by fighting Gaither? I got nothing to prove to him. Simple fact is, I'm in the big leagues, and he's still sitting in
the minors. He's not even worth a waste of my breathe. He's a two-bit hack with a title that means absolutely nothing. I mean honestly, it's a joke. If he
wants to punch his ticket to the main event, let him earn it like everyone else. Not try to ride my coattails to super stardom. That's just pure laziness.
Theresa Ford: But Tony, you do realize that he's beaten some of the top names in PWA recently. Names such as Trinity, Sandman, NightHawk...
Tony laughs.
Tony Field: Really? You gotta be kidding me. Trinity, a woman who has no right in this ring. A woman who my protege holds a win over. The only
reasons she's even garnered a title shot tonight is because the big dogs aren't in there mixing it up for the title. That title's been a joke since Howdy lost
it. Why do you think I haven't cashed in yet? Right now, with the state of that title, I've got bigger fish to fry. And NightHawk...that guys the epitome
of a joke. He's too busy stroking his dick over the newest moves coming out of Japan to even worry about trying to get his own career on the right
path. Hell, his claim to fame is teaming up with Dysfunction..so he's a coattail rider, too. Now I'm done with this Gaither line of questioning, so unless
you have something else for me...
Theresa Ford: Actually, I do. Tonight, Glen Watts, better known as Terminus to the PWA faithful, has chosen to fight you in your own specialty
match with a twist. That shows a lot of confidence in himself and...
Tony interrupts Theresa.
Tony Field: No, what it shows is a lot of stupidity. Glen thinks that just because he took a beating, and then hobbled down to the ring after taking
out my crew to brawl with me that he's sitting in the drivers seat right now. And now he thinks he can beat me in my own game. Well I got a little news
for Glen, it's not going to happen. You can modify the match all you want. Add your barbed wire – that's right, I know all about it – it won't matter.
Simple fact is you've never stepped into this match and what it brings to the table. You were lucky to beat me in a standard match, you put me in this
match and it's a losing battle. It's plain and simple. If Glen was smart, he would have just walked away, took the forfeit. There's no shame in giving in to
an injury. It happens to the best of us. And he can spout off all he wants about wanting to walk away, that he wasn’t going to show up and was going
to accept his injury for what it was and walk away with his head held hight, but the entire wrestling community knows it’s a load of bullshit. I’m not stupid
and I’m not naïve. He knew that either way his career was over, so he never intended to NOT do what he did last week. He had it in his mind that he
was going to go out on the biggest stage PWA has to offer, against it’s biggest star. And really, who could blame him? He’s not the man of character he
claims to be, and he’s been showing that time and time again. Glen, you did make one big mistake though. A mistake that, I WILL collect on later. You
see, at Point Of No Return, it’s over for us. I end you, you walk away. But as for the lovely Nina, who decided to sneak attack Rochelle, take the low
road, and put Rochelle what she went through? Nina involved herself in affairs that weren’t her own and put her hands on the one person that I lo…It
may not be at Point Of No Return, it may not be at Violation 103. But trust me when I say, that Nina will, one day be held accountable for her actions.
Theresa Ford: What about...
Tony grabs the door handle.
Tony Field: What about nothing. This interview is over. I did you favor, the next interview isn't for free. Now I have a match to prepare for..that
is...unless you want to join me. I mean look at you, you're the most beautiful thing in PWA. A man would be stupid not to to hit on you. And those eyes,
you have eyes a man could lose himself in. Every time I look at those eyes, it just melts my heart. I promise, I'm not the dick I seem to be here. I
definitely know how to treat a lady....
Theresa blushes.
Theresa Ford: Tony, I won’t….
Tony Field: I’m going to be frank Theresa…you keep up what you’re doing around here…word may be get around here that you’re batting for the
home team.
Theresa Ford: Wha…huh…what’s that supposed to mean?
Tony Field: I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with a man before. And I’m standing here, with the best of intentions, my heart melting for you, being
stunned by your immense beauty and loving the fact that you actually have this wonderful mind, trying to sweat talk to you and you don’t even as
much as flirt back? That’s how rumors get started in places like this.
Theresa looks flustered.
Theresa Ford: What hotel are you staying in?
PROPER CREDIT
Written by: John
*As the lovely Hiroko holds onto the PWA World's Light Heavyweight Championship for her husband, Jack Gaither stands inside the "Point of No Return"
Interview Center to be interviewed by special guest "Stormin'" Norman Asner.*
NORMAN ASNER: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Norman Asner from "The Wrestling Insider," and tonight, we've got the Light Heavyweight Champion
of Premiere with us to talk about a Light Heavyweight Championship match that has been billed by the international mainstream media as the second
coming of "The Thrilla in Manila." Jack...what are your thoughts?
JACK GAITHER: Wow...first of all, all week long I've been asking myself "who would've thunk it?" One year ago, I thought about hanging up the
gear and leaving this sport altogether, but now the times have changed: my out-of-the-ring life has been getting much happier and better, and most
importantly, I finally have the direction that I've lacked before.
NORMAN: People have said that your win over Trinity was an accident. Now, should you go out there and beat Nighthawk tonight, will you be
vindicated?
JACK: First of all, some of these people who talk about wrestling don't know crap about what I've had to go through to EARN my chance at Trinity
at the Tokyo Dome. I didn't train in Japan for nearly two months to win a title by accident, and as far as tonight is concerned, it doesn't matter if I win
or lose this match, because I will be vindicated as a winner at heart.
NORMAN: Win or lose?
JACK: That's right. Some folks have been saying that I haven't been taking my previous matches seriously, but they should all know that's not
true. I love my "no shame" philosophy, and I'm sticking with it--no strings attached.
NORMAN: What are your thoughts going into tonight as you try to outwit "The Wrestling Machine" at potentially his own game?
JACK: Tonight promises to be one of the biggest steps that I will have taken in my career, and how appropriate it is for me and Nighthawk to be
wrestling each other in Manila--the very same metropolitan area that hosted the third and final battle between two legends in their own right:
Muhammad Ali and Joe Frazier. Ali-Frazier ain't got nothin' regarding this one though, because as far as I'm concerned, this match against Nighthawk is
gonna be a war. This will be a 60+ minute marathon of epic proportions, and I will be tested in ways that I have never been tested before.
"Tick...tock...tick...tock..."
Do you hear that 'Hawk? That is the sound of the hours, the minutes, the seconds, and the milliseconds ticking away until the greatest match in
modern human civilization is ready and cleared for takeoff. In just a short-short, you and I are gonna get inside our ring and go at it toe-to-toe, and it's
gonna be a war to end all wars--that I promise ya. However, like I've said all week, you've always been so focused on winning that you have forgotten
that there's no shame in losing, and that will be your great downfall when I show you and everyone else that I am for real--that the win against Trinity
this past June was no fluke. Nighthawk, I'm gonna take you to places that you've never been before and back again, and we will reach for the stars and
seek out new horizons! Tonight, in "The Thrilla in Manila 2010," I am gonna bust my ass like I always do, and win or lose, I will finally get the proper
credit that I truly deserve. LIGHTS OUT ladies and gents, it's time for me to have some fun and clip the wings of a 'Hawk.
*With that, Jack and Hiroko leave the interview area as the former AWG analyst throws it back ringside.*
THE LEGEND AND THE ROOKIE
Written by: Donnie
Zakk Bryce is shown standing in the The Outfit dressing room, wrapping his hands as he prepares for his match against Archangel. He finishes wrapping
his right hand, balls it up into a fist, and punches his left palm. That’s when “The Legend” Derek Daughtery, walks up behind Bryce and gives him a slight
pat on the shoulder.
Derek Daughtery: You ready?
Zakk nods his head.
Zakk Bryce: I'm ready. Tonight, I take off the mask of Archangel. Tonight, I make Tony proud.
Derek laughs.
Derek Daughtery: You know, you remind me in many ways of Tony, and in many ways you don't...
Zakk perks an eyebrow.
Zakk Bryce: What do you mean?
Derek Daughtery: You've got that streak in you that Tony has, that can't be taught. You've got a good head on your shoulders, you’re smart
enough to play this game like Tony does, maybe even better. You've got that same something that Tony has that lets him hold the crowd in the palm of
his hand, and make them either love or hate them, to be able to manipulate them to do whatever he wants. You have that, too. You just need to learn
how to use it. You just have to get more comfortable with what you are doing.
Zakk Bryce: And how are we different?
Derek Daughtery: You've got the determination Tony never had. You genuinely love this business, just as I do. You live it, eat it, breathe it. Tony,
not so much.
Zakk has an interested look on his face as he presses on.
Zakk Bryce: What do you mean?
Derek Daughtery: To you, wrestling is what you want for yourself, right? To be in the ring, to compete, to rise to the cream of the crop. You want
to live and die in the ring, right?
Zakk nods his head.
Zakk Bryce: It's all I've ever wanted.
Derek Daughtery: For Tony, it's different. For Tony, it's just another means for money, fame, and power. Why do you think he wants the
competitive control clause? He wants to fight when and only when it benefits him. If the match doesn't play to his best interest, into his plans to gain
more power, then he won't fight it. Don't get me wrong, Tony's great. Tony will go down in history as one of the best in this business. But if he had your
desire, your determination, and your heart, he wouldn't be one of the best, he'd be THE best.
Zakk Bryce: Thanks, Derek. You know, I like having you around. You give a different perspective than Tony gives, but I'm curious, why after over
a year did you return?
Derek pauses a moment.
Derek Daughtery: A few reasons. First of all, like Tony, I'm pretty damn sure I know who's beneath the mask you're going to take off tonight, and
if it is who I think it is, then things are personal between the two of us. I don't know what plans Tony has with him, and when he plans to even do
anything about, but believe me, when he does, I want to be around for it. Plus, I have some knowledge of Adrian Carmichael as well, and Tony is
clueless to Adrian. Adrian could do what so many people ahead of him have failed to do, and that's end Tony Field. He has the means, I just don't know
if he realizes it. I can't let that happen. Just like you are Tony's protégé, Tony was mine. I have to protect that.
Zakk Bryce: Still looking out for Tony then? Makes sense.
Derek Daughtery: Not just looking out for Tony.
Zakk Bryce: Then what else?
Derek Daughtery: Looking out for you. I like what I've seen in you, and I like what Tony's told me. And believe me; Tony can make you into a
winner. But at the same time, I know Tony well enough to know that while he does fully intend to make you into a istar; it's for his gain, and not for
yours. So there may be that day when someone needs to protect you from Tony.
Zakk gives Derek a curious look.
Zakk Bryce: And you're going to side with me from your own creation?
Derek nods.
Derek Daughtery: Tony may be my own creation. He may very well be my greatest accomplishment. But you, you will one day do things Tony Field
could never do. Once Tony starts to see you as a threat, then you're no longer beneficial to him. I mean look at his track record. Ashton Crowley,
Stephen Rawlings, Cady Coleman. They all worked side by side with Tony, until Tony viewed them as a threat. Hell, even NightTrain at one time was a
member of Dysfunction until Tony realized that he was a threat to his place in the company, and anyone who knows Tony knows the history between
the two.
Zakk Bryce: So are you saying I should...walk away from Tony and The Outfit?
Derek Daughtery: No..don't. Tony will do right by you until that time comes. Stay, heed his lessons, do what he asks. Learn from him. Benefit from
Tony's experience and ruthlessness. Just be careful, because believe me, it will happen.
Zakk Bryce: And when it does?
Derek Daughtery: I'll be forced to walk away from my greatest student for something better. And trust me, I taught Tony a lot, but there are still
some tricks I never did show him, and other lessons he simply couldn't grasp.
Zakk Bryce: Can you show me?
Derek Daughtery: Officially, no, I can't. Right now, until the time comes, my loyalties are with Tony. Taking you on as my student will only throw
that out the door.
Zakk Bryce: But unofficially?
Derek Daughtery: Unofficially, I will teach you the things Tony never could or would. But right now, we have to stay focused on tonight. I may be
in your corner, I may be your referee for this match with Archangel, but knowing what I know about Carmichael and the man beneath that mask, it's still
no guarantee. So we have to stay focused on tonight and the task at hand.
FOR THE MASK MATCH
Archangel vs Zakk Bryce
Written by: Blake & Donnie
Freddy Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit with the stipulation of mask versus
manager. Introducing first, the special guest referee, hailing from St. Louis, Missouri, standing six feet, eight inches tall and weighing in at 287
pounds…He is “The Legend,” Derek Daugherty!!
“What About Us” by Ministry begins to play as Derek Daugherty steps out onto the entrance ramp, wearing a pair of wrestling tights with “The
Legend” written on the back in script and a tight fitting referee’s shirt with the sleeves cut off, tucked into his tights. The crowd showers him with a
chorus of boos as he slowly walks down the entrance ramp, taunting the members of the crowd by the guard rail. He climbs up the ring steps and climbs
over the top rope. He walks to the middle of the ring and starts stretching and limbering up as he waits for the two participants.
Ferdinand: Introducing next, from St. Louis, Missouri, standing six feet, one inch tall and weighing in at 209 pounds…Zakk Bryce!!
A slight sound of feedback hums over the speakers as the arena is covered in light blue lighting. Then the opening riffs of "The Hurt (Paid My Dues)
by House of Broken Promises starts to blare through the speaker system. Zakk Bryce steps out on the ramp to be met with a chants of "You suck" from
the crowd.
Bryce shakes his head in disgust with the crowd and stalks down the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope. Bryce heads straight to a neutral corner
and starts to stretch using the ropes. As he stretches, Daugherty walks over to him and begins talking with him as Bryce nods, listening to what the
veteran has to say.
Ferdinand: And finally, hailing from Parts Unknown, he is the enigmatic Archangel!!
“The Light that Guides Us Home” by Demon Hunter begins to play as the lights in the arena go out. The song transitions into “Not I” by Demon
Hunter as a spectacular burst of white sparks rain down from above the soundstage, illuminating the stage where Archangel is now standing stoically,
the large hood of his cloak hanging down over his face. He quickly raises his arms and white sparks shoot out down the entrance ramp one after
another. Once the chain of sparks reaches the bottom of the ramp, the lights slowly begin to rise as he makes his way methodically to the ring. Climbing
up the ring steps, he steps in between the ropes and walks over to a neutral corner, his eyes never leaving Daugherty and Bryce. He unclasps the cloak
from his neck, folding it neatly in the corner of the ring and turns to face his opponent.
Carl Franks: It looks like Archangel knows just what he’s gotten himself into in this one, Ray. He hasn’t taken his eyes off either Bryce or
Daugherty the entire time. You’ve got to imagine that VCR has a keen eye on this match, wherever he is tonight…And he’s no doubt with that scum,
Duncan Malloy, wherever they’re holding Adrian Carmichael!
Ray Quadros: Hey. Archangel signed up for this. And as far as that slimy Carmichael, Malloy is just taking care of business.
Daugherty calls Archangel and Bryce to the center of the ring and begins talking to the two of them. After a few moments, while Daugherty is still
talking, Bryce quickly throws a right hand, hitting Archangel square in the jaw and sending the larger man staggering backwards. Archangel quickly
gathers his wits and attacks back, sending a hard right hand into Bryce’s jaw, knocking down the younger, smaller man. Bryce pops right back up and
gets knocked down again by another right hand and pops back up again to get hit by another.
He pops up again and leans back into the ropes, charging at Archangel. The masked man goes for a clothesline and Bryce ducks underneath. He
hits the ropes and bounces off towards Archangel, hitting him with a spinning wheel kick and knocking the big man off his feet. Archangel rolls and pops
up to his feet again to get hit by another spinning wheel kick from Bryce. Rolling over and popping up again, Archangel gets hit by another spinning
wheel kick.
Franks: Archangel is back to his feet after another spinning wheel kick and this match has started out at an amazing pace! These two aren’t giving
an inch.
Quadros: There’s no way that Archangel can keep this pace up for the whole match. Bryce is built for this sort of thing!
Archangel and Bryce circle one another before locking up at the center of the ring. Archangel easily overpowers the smaller Bryce and pulls him
into a side headlock. He grinds down on Bryce’s head as Bryce struggles to break the hold. Finally, he manages to back into the ropes and push
Archangel off of him across the ring. Archangel bounces off the other side and Bryce runs at him. Bryce manages to hook Archangel’s arm and lifts up
floats over his shoulders and tries to lift him up for a quick Impaler DDT, but Archangel blocks the move and turns it into a Northern Lights suplex,
bridging into a pin attempt.
Franks: Archangel blocks Bryce’s attempt at the Zakk Attack and turns it into a pin attempt!
As Archangel bridges, Daugherty slowly walks around, mockingly pretending to try to find the best vantage point. He drops down to his knees and
raises his arm to start to count, but before he can get to one Bryce kicks out.
Franks: This is ridiculous! What an awful display by Daugherty!
Quadros: Oh shut up Carl. It wasn’t three count anyway!
Archangel stands up and muscles up to Daugherty and Bryce slowly gets to his feet. Daugherty shoves Archangel, who turns around right into a
Russian leg sweep by the young phenom, driving the bigger man’s face right into the mat. Bryce pushes himself back to his feet and rolls Archangel
over, dropping down and covering him. Daugherty quickly drops to his knees and counts.
1.2.Archangel kicks out.
Bryce gets to his feet quickly and grabs Archangel by the head, trying to drag him to his feet, but Archangel muscles out of it and pushes Bryce off
of him. Bryce charges back at him only to be met by a kick to the stomach, doubling him over. He backs into the ropes and brings a knee up into his face,
sending him backwards onto the ground. Archangel quickly responds, pouncing on Bryce and raining down punches on him. Daugherty quickly
intervenes, and yanks Archangel off of Bryce. He begins admonishing the masked man, motioning that he was using closed fists, leaving Archangel livid.
As Daugherty is keeping Archangel from Bryce, Field’s protégé gets to his feet and shakes off the effects from the head blows.
As Daugherty begins pushing Archangel backwards, the big man trying to keep his cool, Bryce bounces off of the side ropes and jumps, landing a
Pele kick right on Archangel’s head, knocking him right into Daugherty, who shoves him backwards and clotheslines Archangel. Archangel hits the mat,
lying prone, and Bryce quickly follows it up with a standing moonsault, hooking Archangel’s leg and covering for the pin.
Franks: Some good teamwork by Daugherty and Bryce leads to a pin attempt by Bryce!
Daugherty drops to the mat and counts, quickly…
1.2.3—Archangel JUST gets his shoulder up.
Bryce drags Archangel to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Archangel rebounds off of the ropes and levels Bryce with a huge clothesline.
Bryce hits the mat and Archangel stops, staring at him. As he waits for Bryce to struggle to his feet, Daugherty again moves into his way. Bryce collects
his wits as Daugherty is distracting Archangel and again moves in for some offense, leaping for a spinning wheel kick, but Archangel grabs him out of mid
air by the throat and slams him down to the mat. Archangel goes for the cover,but Daughtery refuses to count. Archangel jumps up and stalks over to
Daughtery, who in return motions that it was an illegal choke hold.
Franks: What a disgusting display there. Tell me this match isn't stacked against Archangel. Daughtery won't even count.
Quadros: What are you talking about? That was a good call. It was an illegal choke.
Franks: Illegal choke? He slammed him, not choked him.
Quadros: Yes, but in order to slam him, he had to choke him first, correct?
Franks: If that's what it takes to get you through this match then very well.
Archangel eyes up Daughtery, meanwhile, behind him Bryce grabs him by the tights and rolls him up in a small package. Daughter quickly jumps to
the mat. .1.2.KICKOUT!
Quadros: He ALMOST had him there. We almost got to see him unmasked.
Franks: I think I'm going to be sick.
Archangel climbs to his feet and as does Bryce. Bryce tries to nail a fist but Archangel side steps it and the hits a European uppercut of his own.
Then he sends Bryce into the ropes with an Irish whip. Bryce rebounds back, Archangel side steps him and the hits a standing side kick, sending Bryce to
the mat. Archangel drops to pin him, but then stops short glancing over at Daughtery.
Franks: Look at this, Derek Daughtery has him to afraid to even go for a pin attempt.
Quadros: Oh bologna, he just knows there's no use, Tony Field's protege, Zakk Bryce, has him outclassed.
Archangel tucks the head of Bryce, and then sends him back down to the mat with a sitdown powerbomb. Archangel then grabs Bryce by the neck
and locks on a tight Dragonsleeper. Bryce squirms for the ropes but is unable to reach them. Finally, Bryce starts to tap out, but referee Derek
Daughtery, stops, turns around putting his back to the action, and bends over to “tie his shoe”.
Franks: This is a travesty. Look at this, Bryce just tapped out, but Dauthery obviously doesn't have it in the cards to let him win this match.
Quadros: Oh come one, Daughtery never saw it, he's thinking safety first. I mean really, a lose shoe string in a wrestling match could spell major
injury for someone, really.
Franks: It's not even untied.
Quadros: How do you know, you can't even see it from here.
Franks: I don't have to, I just know.
Archangel doesn't even let him phase him this time. He finally breaks the hold, then goes to the top rope. He motions to the crowd, who chear him
off, then comes off with a clean shooting star press, into a pin.
Franks: ANGEL'S PSALM!!! The match should be all over with that one.
Daughtery drops to his knees and starts to count ….........1 …..........2 …......Derek grabs his shoulder and screams in pain as he stops the
count.
Quadros: Oh-no, looks like our guest referee pulled a muscle in his shoulder while he was making the count.
Franks: Yeah, I'm sure the slow motion of that count really put a strain on him. I'm calling this match under protest.
Archangel goes to the top rope again with a no-nonsense attitude. He comes flying off again with another Angel's Psalm, only this time he doesn't
pin Bryce. Rather than to pin him grabs his lifeless body and carries him over to the top turnbuckle, where he lifts Bryce and places him. Then he grabs
him and sends him flying off with The Sword of the Opressor. Archangel goes for the pin.
Daughtery counts.
….................................1 …............ARCHANGEL LIFTS BRYCE UP!
Quadros: Now THIS is disgusting. He hits three finishers in a row, and then won't even have mercy and go for the pin? He should be disqualified
for this.
Franks: Disqualified? He's giving Bryce and Daughtery a taste of his own medicine. It's not as if Daughtery would count anyway.
Archangel glares at Daughtery through his mask, then The Penitent Soul!!
Franks: BRILLIANT!!! Get Bryce to where he can't do ANYTHING, then lock on the submission. Now he's forced Derek's hand. He Daughtery can
either let his boy take some permanent damage, perhaps even career ending, or he can give Archangel the win. I love it. It's a win-win.
Quadros: I hate it! This just isn't right.
Daughtery drops to knee. He glares at Archangel, who torques the hold. Daughter grabs the arm of Bryce once, and lets it drop. He pauses,
glares at Archangel, grabs it a second time, and it falls.
Franks: This should be it, he has no choice.
Quadros: No, he has a choice, look at this.
Daughtery reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pair or brass knuckles as he grabs Bryce's hand. Then, without any warning to Archangel he
clocks him in the back of the head with the brass knuckles.
Franks: That was cheap. He's the referee, he shouldn't involve himself physically.
Quadros: I disagree. He's protecting the career of Zakk Bryce.
Daughtery then nails Archangel again in the back of the head with the knucks before climbing to his feet and kicking him repeatedly in the back of
the head. Daughtery then bends down to lift Archangel up by the mask. He tucks his head, lifts him up, then sends him crashing back down to the mat
with a Legend Bomb!!!
Quadros: I love it, we haven't seen a Legend Bomb in over a year.
Franks: I'm done, I can't do this. This is wrong.
Quadros: Oh deal with it.
Daughtery then grabs Zakk Bryce, lifting him and then placing him on top of Archangel. Daughtery drops to count, doing a valid count for the first
time the whole match.
...1 ...2 ...3!!!
Daughtery motions for the bell as the match is over, with Bryce as the winner.
Franks: Great, so Daughtery does all the heavy lifting, now Archangel is forced to unmask? This is.,..
Quadros: I know, I know, wrong. Who really cares? I want to see who's under the mask.
Daughtery rolls Zakk Bryce to the apron, then slides out of the ring. He grabs Bryce then, and draps the unconscious Bryce over his shoulder as he
starts to carry him out. Just as Archangel starts to stir in the ring, grabbing his head, and pulling himself to this feet, VCR steps onto the ramp. He stops
when he gets next to Daughtery and Bryce. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a check, handing it Daughtery, who takes it, nods, and walks
backstage.
Franks: And there its, what it's all about. The money. I hope Tony Field and his goons are happy. They made a cheap buck, and in the process
screwed over this man.
Quadros: Oh be quiet. Here comes the good part. VCR has come out to collect the mask.
VCR slides into the ring just as Archangel gets to his feet.
VCR: I think you owe me a mask. Now get the damn thing off and hand it over.
As the crowd is on the edge of their seat with anticipation, Archangel reaches behind him and starts to untie his mask very slowly, then unlace it.
Suddenly then, he just stops. Then out of nowhere he kicks VCR in the gut, then grabs him, pulling him in.
Franks: FINALLY!!! Justice.
Archangel then hits not one, not two, not three, but four consecutive powerbombs, before pushing VCR aside and sliding out of the ring as the
crowd goes nuts.
Franks: There it was, Fall From Grace. I love it.
Quadros: This is a load of garbage. A deal is a deal. He's got to unmask.
Franks: Yes, but on his terms, not someone elses. I can't say I blame him.
Archangel starts to back up the ramp, staring down at VCR as he holds the back of his head as “The Lights Guide Us Home” plays over the PA
system.
PWA WORLD LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
Nighthawk vs. Jack Gaither ©
Written by: Okori
An expectant hush falls over the crowd in Manila as the lights dim, and Freddy Ferdinand steps to the center of the ring as the classic microphone
descends from the rafters. Grabbing it with a flourish he steps forward and intones in a deep baritone voice, “This next contest is scheduled for one fall
to a finish and is the rematch for the PWA World Light Heavyweight Title. The referee assigned in this contest is PWA Senior Official Sasha Brown.”
(As his opponent stands in a neutral corner the lights in the arena slowly click off, one by one, as the sold-out crowd rises to its feet in anticipation
of what is to come. And as the opening strains of "Holding Out For A Hero (Everybody Loves A Hero Intro)" by Emery boom out over the sound system
Nighthawk walks out through the curtain and stands at the top of the ramp, hands on his hips as he looks all around at the sold-out crowd. Walking
down the ring, shaking hands with the fans in the first 2 rows of the building and making a special effort to shake the hands and give out hugs to the
kids in the front row as behind him blue-and-white Roman columns of fireworks go off, the "Wrestling Machine" finally gets to the ring and stands on the
top turnbuckle with one finger above his head as the crowd chants "Best in the World.")
(The opening phrase "God works in mysterious ways..." from Queen's "One Vision" is played along with the extended intro as various images of
Jack Gaither's matches flash by on the big screen. The words "GOLDEN EAGLE" appear on screen at the height of the intro--which is punctuated by a
crash of thunder and Jack's voice shouting "LIGHTS OUT!" As if on cue, the lights go out in an instant. The fans are abuzz with anticipation when
suddenly, pyro goes off as "Cosmos Rockin" from Queen + Paul Rodgers plays, and "The Golden Eagle"--wearing his signature white robe with warrior's
mask--makes his way to the stage waving a black flag with a golden eagle proudly shown on both sides and the PWA World Light Heavyweight Title over
his left shoulder. Gold-colored pyro and green confetti go off as Jack makes his way to the ring, giving every fan sitting near the ramp a high-five along
the way while waving his flag. Once in the ring, Jack sticks his flag in a corner and poses to the cheering crowd as more green-and-gold confetti falls
from the ceiling. As a token for his fans, Jack takes off his mask and gives it to a lucky fan sitting ringside.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “Introducing first, in the corner to my left, he is the challenger. He weighed in tonight at 185 pounds and is from the fighting
city of Chicago, Illinois and is accompanied to ringside by the Reggae Boys. Wearing his traditional royal-blue with white trim he is one of the most
decorated light heavyweight wrestlers in the world today with 2 reigns as the PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion, 3 separate reigns as the TNW X
Division Champion, and 1 reign as the PWA World Heavyweight Champion. Ladies and gentlemen…. Please welcome… ‘The Master of 1000 Holds’… ‘The
Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk!”
(As Nighthawk steps out of his corner, a look of confidence on his face as he removes his jacket and hands it to one of the ringside attendants
before raising one finger above his head in anticipation of victory, the crowd responds exactly as you might expect them to by tossing in red, blue, and
white streamers by the literal truckload until Nighthawk is literally covered in the crepe paper. Quickly removing the streamers the Chicago native climbs
up to the top turnbuckle and again raises one finger above his head as the crowd chants “Best in the World” and “Next World Champ”.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “And standing in the other corner is his opponent, accompanied to the ringside area by Hiroko Sawada. He weighed in tonight
at 182 pounds and is from Corpus Christi, Texas. He is wearing his traditional emerald-green trimmed with gold and is making his 3rd defense of the PWA
World Light Heavyweight Championship. Please welcome…. ‘The Golden Eagle’ Jack Gaither!”
(As Jack Gaither steps out of the corner, removing the Light Heavyweight Title from around his waist and holding it high above his head as Hiroko
claps appreciatively on the outside of the ring, the crowd responds to the arrival of the champion by again tossing in streamers, this time gold and green
while chanting “Let’s go Jack” as the “Golden Eagle” kisses his championship one last time for good luck before handing it over to referee Sasha Brown.)
Carl Franks: “And this is the matchup that, in a lot of ways, was more eagerly anticipated than the World Heavyweight Championship match that
will follow it. The first contest took place on a house show in Hong Kong and the highlights of it was broadcast to the world on the special 100th edition
of Violation. The ‘Wrestling Machine’ and the ‘Golden Eagle’ went to 60 minutes, and no winner was decided. However, an important subtext here is that
with that draw Jack Gaither’s singles record against Nighthawk is now zero wins, 2 losses, and 1 draw. The question has to be asked: Can Jack Gaither
beat Nighthawk? Ray Quadros your thoughts?”
Ray Quadros: “Carl when I watched the highlights of that match one thing struck me. It was the style that it ended up evolving into. It became a
bomb-throwing sprint. In that style, Carl, Jack has a shot. A really good shot. Because if Nighthawk can grind Jack down, and take away his
advantages in speed and aerial ability, Nighthawk is going to be the Light Heavyweight Champion of the World for a 3rd time.”
(Removing his robe and handing it to Hiroko who then quickly transfers it to a ringside attendant that rushes it to the back Jack steps into the
center of the ring with Nighthawk as Sasha Brown gives them their final instructions before the match begins.)
Sasha Brown: “This matchup is for the PWA World Light Heavyweight Championship. I expect you two world-class athletes to conduct yourself in a
manner befitting your talents. When I say break I mean break. You will break on the count of four, and NOT on the count of five. Please shake hands
with your opponent and return to your corners.”
(Having been given their instructions by the referee Nighthawk and Jack shake hands respectfully before returning to their respective corners, the
cheerful Texan going over last bits of strategy with Hiroko Sawada while the intense Chicagoan kneels in his corner with his back turned and begins to
pray silently to himself. Pulling themselves out of the corner both men now step to the center of the ring and shake hands, keeping the handshake on
tight as they have a friendly conversation right until the time the bell rings. Circling each other tentatively, neither man wanting to do all that much to
make the first mistake, the “Wrestling Machine” finally commits the first move by shooting in for a low single-leg takedown, which he almost gets before
the “Golden Eagle” blocks it by grabbing the nearest set of ropes to him thus forcing the break. Bellying out to stand up to his feet the former World
Light Heavyweight Champion quickly offers a handshake which the Texan quickly returns as both men seem to be completely intent on ensuring that this
remains a sporting contest for as long as they can manage it. continuing to circle around the ring, the crowd remaining in respectful silence as it has now
become clear that they are now in for a long feeling-out process, the current World Light Heavyweight Champion returns the favor by trying a
double-leg takedown which the “Master of 1000 Holds” blocks by sprawling out until his back is up against the ropes which almost immediately forces the
break.)
Carl Franks: “And you had to know that there was going to be some of this in the early going. Both men are entirely too skilled, and too evenly
matched, to fall for the same basic tricks that have done so well against so many other people in the past. Plus when you add the lure of the World Light
Heavyweight Title there seems to be no good reason why this isn’t going to require the victor to delve far deeper into his arsenal than he has had to
recently.”
Ray Quadros: “What I am curious to see, Carl, is just how long the sportsmanship between both of these men lasts. As this match goes on, and
both men get increasingly desperate to gain an advantage, it seems only plausible that the aggressiveness will rise. And when that happens eventually
someone’s not going to take it too well.”
(Stepping back into the center of the ring carefully both men again circle each other looking for an opening to attack. As they continue to circle
each other, occasionally throwing feints out at each other in an attempt to see if they can force a error and thus take the opening advantage in the
match, they both go in for a collar-and-elbow tie-up at the exact same time and begin to jockey for position with each other with increasing frequency
as neither man can find an opening. Continuing to push and pull against each other in an attempt to gain the first advantage the Chicagoan and the
Texan both tumble to the floor, continuing to push against each other until they both bang into the guardrail. Finally letting go of each other both men
slide into the ring as the referee admonishes both men for not breaking the hold. Shaking hands again, although for the first time Jack seems to maybe
hesitate for a split-second before doing so; the “Wrestling Machine” goes back to the collar-and-elbow tie-up, which the “Golden Eagle” quickly reverses
into the 1st cravate of the match. Quickly spinning out of the hold before it is even applied the former World Light Heavyweight Champion shakes his
finger at Jack as if he is genuinely disgusted by the fact that the current World Light Heavyweight Champion would think to try that hold at this early
stage of the match. Stretching out in the corner Jack appears to be working out another game plan, finally pulling himself out of the corner as the
“Master of 1000 Holds” apparently was doing so in his own corner as both men step back into the center of the ring.)
Carl Franks: “And we have yet another standoff. I get the distinct feeling that, as this match goes on, there are going to be quite a few more of
these. They are just so equally matched and when you also consider that Jack Gaither is so very determined to defeat his opponent you have a match
that is going to test the patience of both of these fine champions.”
Ray Quadros: “What I noticed when we spoke to Jack Gaither earlier today was just how focused he was. Usually Jack is a happy-go-lucky sort of
guy who is only all too happy to say hello to everyone in the building, from the guys on the ring crew to the corporate guys in the skybox. However,
today when he got here, and especially last night for our interview with both wrestlers, he seemed stoic and almost stubborn. The best way I can
explain it was that he seemed entirely obsessed with the idea of proving that Nighthawk didn’t have his number.”
(Stepping into the center of the ring again, this time with a look of icy determination on his face as though he has now had enough of this and
wants to prove his own superiority, Jack goes back to the collar-and-elbow tie-up in an attempt to get the advantage and again pushes Nighthawk
around, this time getting him to the ropes where Sasha Brown steps in between the both of them and forces the break again although this time the
World Light Heavyweight Champion hesitates a second before releasing and even shoves himself off of the Chicago native which draws a quizzical
raised eyebrow and then finally a nod of understanding. Circling around each other again, both men now carefully gazing at each other as neither one
appears all that interested in pushing the action, the “Golden Eagle” goes back to the collar-and-elbow tie-up which the “Wrestling Machine” is all too
quick to oblige him on before again jockeying for position as this match has become slightly more heated. Continuing to push against each other
Nighthawk ends up against the ropes as Sasha Brown begins to count before he spins off the ropes and keeps the lock-up going and continues to push
against Jack, who this time finds himself trapped against the ropes before he is able to push off himself and keep the lock-up going. Finally getting to
the corner, Jack pushing Nighthawk up to the 2nd rope, Sasha Brown comes over to separate the both of them. But as she does so the “Golden Eagle”
refuses to release until Sasha Brown’s count gets to 4, leaving the “Master of 1000 Holds” standing on the second turnbuckle as Jack walks backwards
into the center of the ring.)
Carl Franks: “And this is what some of us who had talked about this match understood it was more than likely to turn it to be. This is rather quickly
turning into not the sprint that those who saw the first match would have expected. This is very much a chess match right now.”
Ray Quadros: “Carl the thing I've noticed that would be a concern is that the longer this goes with neither man able to get an advantage it
becomes a question of conditioning and patience. Right now Nighthawk clearly has the advantage in the conditioning department, because he has gone
60 minutes without a problem and has even gone 90 minutes with not much of a problem. However, when it comes to patience Jack Gaither has shown
tremendous improvement. I am pretty sure he won’t make the same fatal mistake he made the last time these two met.”
(stepping down off the second rope, loosening out his neck and wrists as he stands in the corner, Nighthawk and Jack Gaither circle each other
again tentatively as the crowd now begins to chant “Let’s go Nighthawk” and “Let’s Go Jack” in equal halves. Going back to the collar-and-elbow lock-up
the Chicago native executes a standing switch and counters through into an O’Connor Roll, getting a quick 1-count before the Texan reverses it into
one of his own for another 1-count. Rolling back to his feet the former World Light Heavyweight Champion stares straight into the eyes of the current
World Light Heavyweight Champion who returns the favor as the sportsmanship that typified the early portion of this match now appears to be on the
verge of ebbing away completely. Circling around against each other again the “Golden Eagle” and the “Wrestling Machine” each go for a knucklelock but
find their attempts rebuffed as both men are apparently trying to play both offense and defense at the same time. Finally, the former World
Heavyweight Champion quickly attempts to push the pace by going for a low single-leg takedown that Jack tries to block by sprawling out, but after a
few more dogged attempts at it finds himself down on the mat and Nighthawk in the mount on top of him. Going for a cross-armbreaker from this
position Nighthawk finds himself blocked when Jack clasps his hands together and hips out while attempting to drive his own elbow to the ground.
Quickly countering this, the “Master of 1000 Holds” posts out with his left arm and slowly removes his left leg from the face of Jack. While keeping his
weight centered on the torso Nighthawk slides his hip across the upper chest of the “Golden Eagle”, quickly re-establishing the jujigatame and forcing
Jack to scramble towards the bottom rope.)
Carl Franks: “Ladies and gentlemen what you just saw was a master class in technical wrestling. Few can do it better. Nighthawk found an opening
and went right for it. Almost as soon as he did Jack went for a counter, but again, Nighthawk shows his skills by quickly re-establishing the hold that he
was looking for the whole time and at the same time got Jack to expend just a little bit more energy to force the break.”
Ray Quadros: “Carl here’s where Jack can’t stay. He has a chance if this match goes ANY place but on the mat. In the air? He can win there.
Striking? He can win there. However, he cannot beat Nighthawk on the ground. Both men are very proud of their trainers and how they have helped
them improve. However, while Jack has only trained underneath Mr. Sawada who taught him about striking and using his speed, Nighthawk spent time
sharpening up his mat game not just in the dojos in Japan, but also in the European style with the late Robert Royal Sr. and the llave style with the man
widely regarded to be its master, Jorge Rivera in Mexico. As a technician Nighthawk could reasonably be as well-rounded as anyone in the world today.”
(standing up on his feet carefully, shaking out his left arm as he does so, Jack stands in the center of the ring again and raises his right hand
above his head as he now sets up for a knucklelock while at the same time keeping his still-tender left arm out of the view of the shark-like Nighthawk.
Shaking his head the Chicago native takes the dare only to be hit with a trio of short savate kicks to the ribs and then watch helplessly as the Texan
walks backwards up the top rope and executes a full twist into a textbook armdrag, sending the former World Light Heavyweight Champion almost flying
through the bottom rope to the floor before he manages to grab the ring mat with his hands. Pulling himself back into the ring with the aid of the ropes
Nighthawk nods his head in respect and goes to offer a shake of the hand to the “Golden Eagle” who after quite a bit of hesitation responds in kind,
both men now beginning to pour sweat as the contest’s high level of intensity is now showing on the faces and bodies of both athletes. Going back to
the collar-and-elbow tie-up the “Wrestling Machine” finally finds the advantage by coming out the back door and quickly grabbing a hammerlock on the
left arm, tripping out the legs of Jack as he does so and then bending the arm back to a 45-degree angle before trapping the arm with his legs and
bridging backwards with a hammerlock allowing him to grab the right arm and figure-4 that into a keylock. Squeezing tight on both holds the former
World Heavyweight Champion somehow manages to keep the bridge on until Jack is able to get himself to the near ropes and grab them with the fingers
of his left hand which forces the break, although Nighthawk does not let it go until the referee reaches the count of 4 not out of any specific sense of
dirty play but instead simply because he is having trouble extricating himself from the hold. Finally getting himself all the way out of the hold the “Master
of 1000 Holds” tries to pounce on what he has now identified as a weakness, only for Jack to roll to the outside of the ring in an attempt to slow down
the roll that his opponent is on as Hiroko Sawada comes over to where he is in order to go over strategy.)
Carl Franks: “That was a great decision by Jack Gaither. Nighthawk is slowly beginning to take the measure of this contest with his supreme
technical ability, and Jack did the only thing he could do in that situation which was to roll to the outside of the ring and try to do whatever he could to
slow things down. As a side note, Hiroko Sawada is out here cornering Jack and is currently trying to do the best that she can to go over strategy and
modify it to fit what is in front of him right now.”
Ray Quadros: “And while Jack is on the outside, going over strategy as Sasha Brown delivers a count, a quick word on what Nighthawk has done.
He has found his advantage in this contest, which is in his supreme technical ability. And he’s taken that small opening and slowly pushed it apart until
it’s now something that you can drive a truck through. Simply put, unless Jack can defend these constant attacks on his arm, he’s going to be doing 2
things by the time the night is over: icing his left arm, and watching Nighthawk carry his belt out at the end of the night.”
(Finally sliding back underneath the bottom rope tentatively, leaning against the ropes for a minute as he goes over his game plan one last time,
Jack quickly goes into the center of the ring. Shaking out his left arm again the “Golden Eagle” hesitantly walks into the center of the ring, trying to
figure out a way to keep the Chicago native off of him and by extension his left arm. Going for a low single-leg takedown again the “Wrestling Machine”
finds the opening stuffed, and instead gets tagged with a perfectly timed knee to the chin that wobbles him enough for the World Light Heavyweight
Champion to pounce and begin attacking the former champion with savate kicks to the ribs and then a jumping high kick that lands just underneath the
chin which sends the former World Heavyweight Champion outside in an attempt to think things over as the Reggae Boys try to provide their teacher
with some in-person scouting. Leaning against the ring apron for a second in an attempt to catch his breath and reformulate his strategy Nighthawk
finally slides back in the ring as Jack gives him a wide berth, both men going back to the collar-and-elbow lockup until both men are once again in the
ropes. But as Sasha Brown steps in to break things up Jack doesn’t give him the clean break that he was getting earlier and instead plants a trio of hard
kicks to the chest that the “Master of 1000 Holds” is left wide open for, leading Sasha to reprimand the “Golden Eagle” as Nighthawk leans against the
ropes for a moment trying to catch his breath.)
Carl Franks: “And this is the one area where Jack has spent a lot of time working. He felt that his best advantage was to keep this standing as long
as he absolutely could, because the weakest part of Nighthawk’s game is his striking offense. And with his training with Mr. Sawada having sharpened
up his striking technique to a razor’s edge it stands to reason that this would be the one place where he felt the most comfortable, and thus would want
to stay as much as possible.”
Ray Quadros: “And what you noticed there is that Jack found the soft zones to aim his shots. A common problem amongst strikers in pro wrestling
is that they think everything is about landing with supreme force. Jack has been trained by Mr. Sawada to look for the best shot, and not the one that
makes the loudest thud when it lands.”
(circling back into the center of the ring again, Nighthawk’s chest now beginning to show the signs of the assault he took just a few moments ago,
both men now appear wary as the contest begins to take on a new tone. As both men continue to hunt for openings on the other, each man’s defense
now taking on an added air of desperation as they try to prevent their opponent from going back to the weaknesses that they have created up until
this point, the Chicago native waits until Jack feints a hook kick and quickly hits a sweep on the free leg before quickly again picking off the left arm by
hooking in a triangle armbar. Tightening the hold in ever so slowly, as the “Golden Eagle” fights desperately to escape it; the “Wrestling Machine” finally
forces another rope break as Jack finally gets the ropes. However, as the former World Light Heavyweight Champion charges at Jack he gets
monkey-flipped onto the ring apron and grabs the ropes tight with both hands to keep himself from falling to the floor. However, as Nighthawk
continues to hold on to the ropes Jack steps up to the 2nd strand on the inside and catches him with a jumping roundhouse kick that lands directly on
the face, sending the former World Heavyweight Champion face-first to the floor with a thud. Grabbing the ropes with his right arm, as his left is still
weak, Jack gets a running start and plasters the “Master of 1000 Holds” with a second rope moonsault press to the floor before climbing onto the
ringside guardrail and exhorting the crowd to make a bit more noise.)
Carl Franks: “And what a difference a few moments make. Jack Gaither was being utterly dismantled on the mat again, but a quick opening that
Nighthawk left him has allowed him to take full advantage. But you have to wonder: Has the damage that Nighthawk did to Jack Gaither’s arm taken
away too much of his arsenal to really have any kind of significant effect?”
Ray Quadros: “The big problem with that theory, Carl, is that the legs of Jack Gaither are just fine. And he has gotten so much of his offense from
his legs. Nighthawk is in a lot of trouble right now.”
(As Jack rolls Nighthawk back into the ring under the bottom rope he gets an evil grin on his face and hooks the legs of the Chicago native on the
bottom strand of ring rope so that just the torso is on the ring apron. Now finding his target the Texan quickly bombs him hard in the chest with 5
consecutive kicks until the former World Light Heavyweight Champion hangs limply over the ropes, allowing the “Golden Eagle” the opening to walk all
the way back to the base of the ramp before getting a running start and plastering Nighthawk with a basement dropkick that lands right on the temple.
Climbing slowly back onto the ring apron, continuing to shake out his left arm, Jack waits until his opponent gets to his feet before coming in with a
springboard missile dropkick to the back of the head which sends the “Wrestling Machine” careening chest-first into the turnbuckle stanchion before
collapsing like a bag of potatoes. Getting a running start the current World Light Heavyweight springboards backwards off of the 2nd turnbuckle into a
corkscrew legdrop that lands in the pit of the stomach. Covering but only getting a 2-count Jack looks at the referee in confusion before pulling
Nighthawk to his knees and again blistering him with a trio of heavy kicks to the chest before stepping back a pace and feinting for the 4th consecutive
kick to the chest and then landing a brutal hooking kick to the back of the head. Covering again, grinding his right forearm across the face, Jack is again
stunned when Nighthawk kicks out again at the count of 2. Climbing up to the top rope, he measures the distance before coming off with a beautiful
diving senton that again gets a 2-count on the “Master of 1000 Holds”.)
Carl Franks: “And what you notice here about Jack Gaither’s current flurry is that almost all of it is based on the basic martial arts principles that he
has learned courtesy of Mr. Sawada. The kickboxing influence, specifically, is patent. You will notice how Jack has attacked Nighthawk from the range
which he prefers, never getting either too far or too close which would have blunted the effects of his strikes.”
Ray Quadros: “We have noticed that Jack has been spending a lot more time even in the back studying kickboxing techniques and going over them
with the sparring dummies that the PWA provides from town to town. And this match has allowed him the chance to show just about everything that he
has been practicing and working on.”
(However, as Jack picks Nighthawk up and whips him into the ropes the Chicago native ducks under a looping kick attempt and attempts to counter
with an Arabian Press off the second turnbuckle but misses and is forced to land on his feet. However, as he turns around, trying to catch his bearings
again, the Texan is right there with him and quickly lands a pair of alternating roundhouse kicks to the head and then a jumping spinning back kick.
Covering again, hooking the outside leg this time, the “Golden Eagle” stares again at Sasha Brown when she informs him that he again got a 2-count on
the attempt. Nonetheless remaining on the attack Jack climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle on the inside and measures the “Wrestling Machine” very
carefully before coming off with a diving spinning roundhouse kick, following up with a 1-armed handstand into a back senton before again covering and
again getting a 2-count as Nighthawk kicks out one more time before desperately trying to crawl to the outside of the ring in an attempt to somehow get
his wits back about him, which the current World Light Heavyweight Champion stops by pulling him up to his feet with a handful of hair, before bulling
him backwards into the corner and burying a trio of shoulderblocks into his midsection. Staying right on top of his opponent Jack waits until Nighthawk
staggers out of the corner before dropping to his knees and then absolutely plastering him with a step-up Yakuza kick known in Japan as the Shining
Black as the “Master of 1000 Holds” crumples to the ground holding his face and jaw as the back of his head bounces off of the mat. Covering again and
once again getting only a 2-count out of the attempt, Jack finally cracks for just a moment, holding up three fingers and getting into a short argument
with referee Sasha Brown as the crowd now starts to chant “Let’s Go Nighthawk”.)
Carl Franks: “Nighthawk has taken a tremendous beating for the past 5 to 7 minutes. I mean Jack has almost emptied the handbook on striking
techniques, and none of it is appearing to work. You have to wonder: At what point is Jack going to lose his temper?”
Ray Quadros: “what I have noticed, also, is that Nighthawk on that Shining Black immediately went to hold his face and jaw. As a respected
veteran, he has become well known for holding his cards close to his vest, and not letting you know where he is specifically hurt. The fact that he is
almost immediately holding his jaw and mouth lets you know that something bad just happened. Perhaps he lost a few teeth, suffered a cut to the inside
of his mouth, or in what would be the worst-case scenario, a broken jaw.”
(slowly pulling himself up to his feet with just one hand as the other covers his mouth Nighthawk finally stands on rubbery legs as he removes his
other hand to put his fists up in an attempt to defend himself, showing the horrible truth that he is bleeding from inside his mouth and his left eye is
slowly beginning to swell. But as the Chicago native steps forward again, ready to head right back into battle, referee Sasha Brown steps in and
instructs the doctor at ringside Margaret Goodman to come and take a look at things. Looking at the cut and judging the swelling Dr. Goodman steps
back down and instructs the referee that the match can continue, as Jack quickly goes on the attack with a jumping back kick to the mouth that sends
the “Wrestling Machine” slumping to the mat in sections. Quickly ascending to the top rope Jack measures the distance as the flashbulbs pop off behind
him before flying off with a textbook frog splash that gets a 2-count. Getting down in a crouch, wiping sweat from off of his brow, the “Golden Eagle”
shakes his head in amazement that he has not yet been able to find the key to besting his opponent before dragging him to the nearest turnbuckle and
dragging the sole of his boot across his face insultingly, quickly getting a running start and pancaking Nighthawk with a brutal running knee strike to the
head. Running his thumb across his throat Jack picks Nighthawk up again and grits his teeth before firing off a barrage of quick kicks to the mouth and
stomach, sprinting off the nearest ropes. But as he comes back the “Master of 1000 Holds” is right there waiting for him with an absolutely
sniper-perfect palm strike to the face before both men collapse to the mat in pain as the crowd erupts in joy at what they have just seen.)
Carl Franks: “This is an underestimated part of Nighthawk’s offense. While most people focus extensively on his world-class technical skills and
supreme conditioning that they forget his resiliency. This is a guy who has taken the best shots of some of the most dominant champions in the PWA
and come back asking for more.”
Ray Quadros: “But the only difference, Carl, is that what he is suffering through is not a few bruises. He is bleeding from his mouth, and possibly
suffering serious internal injuries. Despite the resiliency that he has shown this is different. Right now, Nighthawk is working with the clock not in his
favor. The doctor at ringside looked very much like she could be swayed into stopping this if she is called into action a 2nd time.”
(As Sasha Brown begins to continue to count both men down the crowd begins to clap for their chosen wrestler, the arena splitting into equal sides
as chants of “Let’s go Nighthawk” and “Let’s go Gaither” ring out through the night sky. Finally, just as the count reaches 8, Jack staggers to his feet
and wanders over to the corner before ascending to the top turnbuckle. Looking down at Hiroko Sawada who gives him a thumbs up the Texan flies
through the air with a textbook Shooting Star Press as yet more flashbulbs pop off behind him. But as he hooks the leg to cover Nighthawk kicks out
forcefully at 1 and glares a hole through the “Golden Eagle” as he quickly gets to one knee, utterly disgusted that Jack would even think of using his old
finishing manuever. Firing a thudding kick the entire body of the “Wrestling Machine” recoils from the shot but still manages to stand to his feet, a look of
anger on his face before he manages to block yet another wild kick attempt before spinning himself right through into a backflip armbreaker, following
that up with a backslide which gets a long 2-count. Turning around Nighthawk quickly goes right back on the attack, hitting a wraparound single-arm
DDT followed by a delayed quebrada moonsault he calls the Double Helix. Jumping smoothly to the 2nd turnbuckle and then to the top the former World
Light Heavyweight Champion comes off with a textbook floating moonsault that gets a 2-count. Quickly deicidng that he wants to end this as quick as he
can the “Master of 1000 Holds” quickly floats out of the pin cover and applies the Windy City Stretch, cranking the hold ever tighter until Jack finally
gets to the ropes and forces a break which Nighthawk gives him on the count of 4.)
Carl Franks: “We have seen both men be pushed to places that, to be honest, normal men could not go. It is the siren song of that title, Ray, that
has made these men go not just to the edge of their limits but miles past it. Nighthawk has been spitting up blood for the past 3 or 4 minutes
consecutively from that cut inside his mouth. Jack Gaither’s left arm is hanging limply at his side. Which one of these men, champion or challenger, is
going to have that little bet extra left in the tank that he is going to need to finally best his opponent?”
Ray Quadros: “My big question, Carl, is this: Who will back down? Nighthawk has become known throughout the wrestling world for his
almost-pathological refusal to stop fighting. And Jack Gaither has shown the same hunger ever since he won the World Light Heavyweight Title. One of
these men is going to be beaten. Either because they could no longer take the pain that their opponent has put them through, or simply due to the fact
that they were put in a hold that they could not escape.”
(Standing Jack up Nighthawk lands a perfect step-up enzuigiri to the top of the left shoulder, following that up with an over-the-shoulder sitdown
armbreaker as he focuses all of his attention on further weakening the already-tender left arm of Jack. But as he goes to Irish-whip Jack into the ropes
the Texan somehow reverses, and ducks under a leapfrog on the way by only to find himself staring at the Chicago native who has curled himself into a
tight ball. Firing a few range-finding kicks in an attempt to break the ball the “Golden Eagle” gets frustrated and gestures in the general direction of
referee Sasha Brown, trying to convince her to break the ball but getting wholly rebuffed in his attempt to do so. But as he turns around the “Wrestling
Machine” pulls his arm out of the ball and offers it to the “Golden Eagle”, who takes it and is quickly swept to the mat with a rolling wrist snap. Holding
onto the arms the former World Light Heavyweight Champion hits a bridging Tiger Suplex that gets a 2-count before rolling through and locking in the
Arms Across America, bridging back until Jack again puts the toe of his boot on the bottom rope to force a break. Keeping the pressure on Nighthawk
hooks the arms again and locks in a seated crucifix, rolling that over into a Jorge Rivera Special for a 2-count. Rolling back to his feet again Nighthawk
loads up a palm strike only to see Jack duck out of the way and hit a brutal Saito suplex that folds Nighthawk up almost in half, covering with his last bit
of energy and getting the 3-count.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “The winner of the match, and STILL the PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion, ‘The Golden Eagle’ Jack Gaither!”
(As Jack gets to his feet, his left arm almost completely useless, he embraces Hiroko Sawada with his good arm as the Reggae Boys spill into the
ring to pour cold water onto the back of the neck of their teacher in an attempt to revive him. slowly standing up to his feet Nighthawk takes the World
Light Heavyweight Title from Sasha Brown and stares at it for a long moment, before instructing Jack Gaither to turn around and then strapping the title
belt around his waist. Bowing to the man who defeated him the “Wrestling Machine” and the Reggae Boys leave the ring, allowing Jack and Hiroko to
savor this moment together.)
I WILL DO IT MYSELF IF NEED BE
Written by: Paul
Nighthawk gets back to his feet after a hard fought loss. Almost as soon as he starts to make his way through the ropes, Live Your Way comes blaring
over the speakers. Jason makes his way out from the back, and stares down Nighthawk who is now just leaning on the ropes.
Jason: Tough loss there Hawk, I know how much you love that belt.....okay enough of the kiss ass, lets get to the reason I am out here. Your kids
put out an open challenge for a three on three match. Well here I am to answer. I’ll fight you and your boys, and if need be I will do it by myself. I know
I only have one friend left in this fucking company so by all means if the good Captain would like to join in on a Jamaican ass kicking then by all means we
can make this a three on two. Then your students will know what it feels like when they fuck with the next Tag Team Champions. I understand Howdy
may have other commitments so whether he can make it or not I promise you Nighthawk yours and Jamaica’s asses belong to me. So let it be written, so
let it be done quote your daddy, fuck you bitch.
Jason then just walks out from the back without saying another word.
HELP, WHETHER YOU WANT IT OR NOT
Written by: Dan
Miranda Buck: I am standing by backstage with Scott Alexander, who made a successful return to the PWA at the top of the show defeating Lewis
Murphy. And Scott, when you returned several weeks back, this is exactly what you wanted...standing at one of the biggest event every year.
Scott Alexander: I sure did Miranda and I want to thank Lewis Murphy for giving me one hell of a match and doing it the right way. In a wrestling
world filled with hatred, ill-will and tunnel vision, it is refreshing to see and partake in a match where its all about respect.
Buck: But a lot of people will say Scott that being so chipper won't get you very far in this business.
Alexander: I'm no idiot Miranda...and I'm not naive. I came to PWA with an agenda and trust me, I am going to make my intentions very clear. I
come from the best strategist to ever step between those ropes, a man who not just beat, but outwitted every man inducted into the PWA Hall of Fame
tonight. So you think I don't have strategy? I have a plan and....
[As Scott is talking, a large man in a black t-shirt and pair of jeans walks up behind him, bumping up against him. Scott turns around and gets a look
of concern and slight annoyance on his face as he recognizes the man.]
Alexander: What the hell are you doing here?
[Almost before he can finish his question, the man bypasses Scott and leans into Miranda's microphone, speaking with a thick Irish accent.]
Man: Miranda Buck....my name is Dominik O'Cronin. And why I'm here is something that lil' Scotty is very, very confused about. But Scott should
take a look at reality and ask himself if his daddy dearest would want Scott with no backup when he's about to take on what he is about to take on. And
despite the fact that four other men accompanied Scott on his first night back...where are they now? What happens Miranda Buck if someone wants to
come after Scott Alexander right now? He'd be helpless if there were more than one. He's like a sitting duck.
Alexander: I don't need any help Dom.
O'Cronin: Unfortunately for you Scott, that is not a decision that you get to make. See your quartet of friends, they were sent home...recalled if
you will.
Alexander: What?! I....
[O'Cronin cuts in and brushes off Alexander, speaking again to Miranda Buck as if Scott is not standing there.]
O'Cronin: The fact of the matter is that Dominik O'Cronin is here to make sure that people like those Hall of Famers, like so many men in this arena
tonight and each and every week think twice before trying to enact any revenge on this boy that they may want against this boys father. Reality is
that if any man tries to bring back the past and use it against him, then trust that I will indeed go mental. And believe that if I do, it will be the worst
night of your pathetic lives. So Scotty...
[He turns back finally acknowledging Alexander.]
O'Cronin: Help is here, whether you want it...or not....Let's go.
[Dominik gives Scott a dirty look and motions with his head for Scott to follow as he walks off scene. Scott, with his hands on his hips, bites down
on his bottom lip in displeasure and shakes his head at Buck as he follows O'Cronin off.]
I WANT THE MASK!
Written by: Blake
A furious VCR storms through the backstage area of PWA’s Point of No Return, absolutely livid at the outcome of Archangel’s match with Zakk Bryce. He
reaches a locker room door and burst through it to find Zakk Bryce sitting in his locker room, icing down after the match.
VCR: Just what the fuck was that?!
Bryce looks up at VCR, annoyed.
Bryce: What was what? I won the fucking match. What more do you want?
VCR: What more do I want? I want that goddamn mask! That was the whole fucking point behind the match!
Bryce: Yeah? Well that seems to me like it’s your problem. Not mine. I did my part. It’s not my fault if you didn’t have the balls to get the mask from
him.
Disgusted, VCR slams the locker room door and storms away before running headlong into a member of the security staff.
VCR: Watch where the fuck you’re—
He stops after he notices that it’s a member of the security team.
Security Guard: I’m sorry sir. I didn’t see you there.
VCR: That’s alright my boy. You don’t look like you’re terribly busy right now. Do you think you could find the time to run an errand for me?
Guard: Sure thing boss. What do you need?
VCR: Archangel. I need to know where he is, as soon as possible.
Guard: Will do.
The guard turns around and hurries off in search of Archangel as VCR stands, still livid, in the hallway.
A GOOD MAN'S ONLY REQUEST...
Written by: Okori
As Captain Howdy sits in his locker room getting himself ready for his Cane match against the Butcher, the door suddenly yawns open and in walks a
surprising guest.... "The Wrestling Machine" Nighthawk. Clad in a black PWA Sekigun t-shirt, his royal-blue-and-white wrestling shorts, and his
blue-and-white high-top wrestling boots, the "Master of 1000 Holds" sits down next to the Most Dangerous Man in the PWA.
Nighthawk: "James?"
Captain Howdy, his voice a low growl: "Yes Tristan?"
Nighthawk: "Make his wife the wet nurse to a cripple. That man broke the neck of my teacher, threw a hot plate of beans and rice in the face of
my wife, and used his political connections to make sure that I could never get my hands on him. I want him to suffer."
Captain Howdy: "You've got yourself a deal."
CANE MATCH
The Butcher vs. Captain Howdy
Written by: Neil (match) & Paul (segment)
The camera pans down to the Point of No Return 3 ring where a patented 'Captain Howdy cane' is hanging from a pole in one of the corners. The
Manila, Philippines crowd cannot wait for their much hated Commissioner to finally get what is coming to him while Referee Andy Sheppard stands in the
middle with his striped shirt, not really going to have much effect on the outcome of this one.
“King of Pain” by the Police begins to play, drawing the anticipating crowd into a roar of boos. With each drum beat of the opening, the crowd
seems to get louder and louder until the PWA Commissioner steps out from the back. The Butcher, wearing his old black trunks with orange trim, stops
on the entrance way to soak in the hatred. He sneers towards the right and then to the left as the old scars and burns that form a battlefield over his
body tell the story of an old bitter, conflicted man.
He turns towards the back and waves on somebody to come out and join him as instructed. Here comes his wife, Nikki Cortez in a sparkling low cut
blouse and a pair of tight, form fitting pants that accentuates her perfect rear end. Here come some cat calls from the crowd as she takes her place by
the side of her husband, looking as if she does not want to be out here. The Butcher begins to hobble down to the ring without the assist of a cane for
the first time in months, still showing the remnants of his final Butch Match against Jason Sandman with each step he takes.
Franks: The man who brought us here to the Pacific for this amazing tour is the same man guilty of all the hatred he's receiving at the moment,
Ray. He's the only man I've ever met that's nearly died in the ring and now lives a life where he just may squander his second chance.
Quadros: Are you kidding me? I've never been his fan and never will but I can't believe what I am hearing right now from you and these people.
You all should be celebrating him for finally sticking up for his wife after all these months!
The Butcher enters the ring and begins to test the ropes while looking up at the cane above his head, knowing fully well that it is the only legal
weapon in this match. Nikki Cortez roams around ringside and leans on the apron, still unsure of being here. The lights around the stadium begin to dim
as “Monster” by Skillet begins to play, drawing the Manilla crowd into a loud ovation. The Butcher looks towards the entrance way where Captain Howdy
walks out from the back, pushing a wooden horse on wheels with him. The crowd cheers the torture device as he pushes it towards the edge and leaves
it there for all to see.
Franks: Oh! What a raucous ovation we're getting here tonight for Captain Howdy! Despite all his thorough beatings and controversial behavior
over the years, everybody here in Asia continues to cheer him for his workrate and unforgiving nature!
Quadros: He's just one disturbed individual, Carl. All he wants to do is get his hands on Daz Van Dyke and he knows he has to get through Butcher
to finish that snobby Brit off once and for all!
Captain Howdy begins to walk down towards the ring, nodding towards Nikki Cortez as he stops at ringside. She shows little to no reaction as she
stares at the man who tortured her months ago. The Captain slides under the bottom rope, then stands, glaring out into the distance, head cocked as if
he is listening to someone. He nods once, then removes his jacket and hands it to the attendant, along with his walking stick, giving them stern
instructions to take care of it. He then puts his back into the nearest corner, glaring a hole through The Butcher.
Franks: I expect a violent affair between these two as usual, Ray. Even if that Captain Howdy cane above the ring is the only legal weapon.
Quadros: Yeah well they a two sickos who only live by their rules.
Referee Andy Sheppard tells them both that the rules are clear. The cane shall be the only weapon to be used and the winner will be declared by a
10-count knock out rule. No reaction from either man as they continue staring each other down. Sheppard calls for the bell....
DING!
Franks: And we are underway in this Cane Match at Point of No Return 3!
Captain Howdy steps out of his corner and meets The Butcher near mid-ring. The two lock up for a momentary grapple that is quickly won outright
with a knee to the midsection by the former PWA World Heavyweight Champion. Howdy doubles over The Butcher and punches him in the face,
knocking the Commissioner over as if he were a heavyweight boxer!
Franks: What a shot from Captain Howdy!
Howdy starts to stomp on his opponent and then gets down in his face, blasting the Butcher in the head with a series of punches while he yells out
'where is Daz!” Butcher has no response for Howdy's demand as he gets blasted in the face again.
Nikki Cortez watches on from the ringside, showing no emotion at the moment while her husband is getting shelled early on. Captain Howdy pulls
The Butcher to his feet and sends him hard into a corner. Follow up Howdy punch to the gut. Another one! Another! High knee to the face of the
Butcher rocks him back! Captain Howdy rakes the eyes. He rakes them again as Referee Sheppard just stands there.
Franks: Captain Howdy is showing why he was a former World Champion, Ray. He's in early control.
The Butcher stumbles out of the corner while guiding his blinded eyes on the ropes. Captain Howdy rakes his finger nails across the Commissioner's
back! Argh! Howdy bulls him back into another corner and starts hammering away on The Butcher's face again! Right! Left! Right! Left! Hip toss out of
the corner by Captain Howdy and follow up soccer kick to the spine! Howdy grabs The Butcher by the hair and slams him face first into the canvass from
the seated position!
Quadros: Old men aren't supposed to bend like that!
Captain Howdy yanks back on the hair, slamming the back of The Butcher's head into the mat this time! Captain Howdy latches on a double handed
choke around Butcher's neck, continuing to yell at him to tell him where Daz Van Dyke is! The Commissioner gags and struggles for air as well as the
answer! Captain Howdy continues choking him as Sheppard just has to stand there and watch it!
Franks: Just tell him where Daz is, Butcher! Then all of this can stop!
Quadros: He probably likes it, Carl. We all know Howdy does.
Captain Howdy lets him go for his answer. The Butcher rolls to his side and coughs loudly for his air. He doesn't have any answers for Captain
Howdy yet. The Captain is just going to have to beat them out of him.
Howdy grabs the back of the trunks and pulls The Butcher back up to his feet. He cinches in for a backdrop! NO! The Commissioner rolls through
and lands on his feet! Captain Howdy turns around and eats a fist to the jaw! Right jab! Right jab! Right jab! Right! And discus punch from The Butcher
sends Captain Howdy sprawling into a corner! Running follow up forearm to the face, crunches Captain Howdy against the turnbuckles. The Butcher
attempts an Irish whip out of the corner...reversed by Captain Howdy at mid-ring! Butcher bounces off the ropes and gets caught with a back body
drop! The Commissioner hobbles to his feet to no sell, throwing a wild standing clothesline at Captain Howdy! Ducked by the Captain! Kick to the
midsection and Roll the Dice neckbreaker from Captain Howdy sends his opponent to the mat!
Franks: Captain Howdy is just in better shape and far superior at this stage of the game, Ray. Butcher is literally handicapped.
Quadros: Maybe we'll get to see the Commissioner's head go through the ring just like Maelstrom's did!
Nikki Cortez continues to pace back and forth at ringside, not showing much emotion at all while her husband is struggling to find some offense.
The crowd begins to give respect to their match of the match, chanting his name around the stadium...”HOW-DY! HOW-DY! HOW-DY!”
Captain Howdy salutes the Filipino fans while standing on The Butcher's windpipe with one foot! Butcher flails about trying to get some air once
again as he tries to get the foot off his neck! Captain Howdy steps off and lets Butcher breathe for a moment. Captain Howdy pulls him up by the head
and executes a flawless vertical suplex that rocks the ring! Butcher sits up in pain and even Nikki Cortez winces a little bit from the thundering sound.
Franks: Damn! Now there's a vertical suplex for you!
Captain Howdy stomps him in the back of the head. He's just punishing him now as he continues to demand Butcher tell him where DVD is. The
Butcher continues to hold his tongue on that subject for the moment. Howdy grabs him by the head, pulling Butcher back up. Butcher finally defends
himself with a punch to the gut of Captain Howdy. He knocks Howdy's hands off him and hits the former PWA World Heavyweight Champion in the face
with a headbutt! While Howdy wobbles, Butcher leaps forward and takes him off his feet with a short armed clothesline!
Captain Howdy bounces back to his feet only to get kicked in the stomach. Butcher has a full grasp of Captain Howdy's hair and knees him in the
face! Still holding onto the hair, Butcher knees him in the face again! Still holding for another knee that drops Captain Howdy to the mat!
Franks: Brutal knee shots to the face by Butcher!
Quadros: Don't mess with Howdy's hair man! It's insured by Lloyd's of London!
Butcher pulls Captain Howdy up by the pants and hits a suplex from the back. He gets back up and stomps Howdy in the face. Stomps him again!
Another stomp! Now he's clamping down on Captain Howdy's neck to choke him out! Let's see how you like it Howdy! Choking with both hands! Choking!
Choking! And slams the back of Captain Howdy's head into the mat.”HOW-DY! HOW-DY! HOW-DY!”
The Butcher gets back to his feet and hobbles over to the corner where the cane is hanging from a pole. While Captain Howdy is catching his air
again, Butcher starts to climb the turnbuckles! There's one. There's two!
Franks: Butcher is reaching for that Captain Howdy cane to use it as a weapon!
Quadros: It really is the only shot he has, Carl.
“HOW-DY! HOW-DY! HOW-DY!” Butcher is fumbling around with the tied up cane, trying to get it down with his back turned to his opponent. Here
comes Captain Howdy! He reaches from behind with almost a low blow on Butcher, yanking him down to the mat with a one fell swoop THUD! The crowd
pops at Captain Howdy stands over the stunned body of Butcher, cane still hanging from the pole!
The Butcher kicks out towards Howdy to show him who's boss and that he still wants to fight. Howdy grabs the leg! Oh! He twists the Butcher's
knee! Knee cap twist again nearly turns the grumpy old man over! Another twist! Butcher yells out as his hobbling leg is being twisted off like a juice
bottle cap! Howdy drops an elbow to the knee! Gets up, drops another elbow! Gets back up, another elbow across the knee! He turns Butcher over
onto his belly and slams the knee into the mat! Another knee slam! Another! TAFFY PULL! Captain Howdy latches on the elevated Indian deathlock!
Franks: I don't know how Butcher is going to get around the ring now! He was slow as it was!
Quadros: He's gonna have to get that cane, Carl. Not to use as a weapon, just to walk!
Butcher yells out in pain as he's turned over and facing his wife only a few feet away near the ring apron. Nikki Cortez leans in and starts telling
her husband to get up! Captain Howdy leans back into the move, drawing on more pressure, and pain from The Butcher's face! Nikki Cortez reaches into
the ring for The Butcher's hand but they are too far apart. Howdy releases his Taffy Pull and starts stomping on the back of the knees. Stomp! Romp!
Stomp! Romp! Stomp! Romp! Stomp! “HOW-DY! HOW-DY! HOW-DY!”
Franks: Manila is still on the side of Captain Howdy!
Howdy grabs Butcher by the hair and pulls him up, tossing him over the top rope and down to the floor! The Butcher rolls over and grabs his knee
while Nikki Cortez comes to his side.
Quadros: He should have just left her in the back. She doesn't need to see this again.
Franks: Captain Howdy has a chance to get his patented cane right here and now.
The Captain looks up at the cane and then down at Butcher. Now back up at the cane again. Despite having a clear opportunity to retrieve the
cane, Captain Howdy rolls out of the ring to keep the pressure on Butcher. He stalks the downed Commissioner, taking his time to attack. Nikki Cortez
shields her husband but Howdy will have none of that as he stands over them both. He tells her “move out of the way before you get hurt, dear child”
and she does just that.
Franks: He wouldn't hit Nikki Cortez would he?
Quadros: He tortured her once, Carl. Don't you see the whip marks on her back? He'll do whatever he wants to her and with her. And you know
what, I'd watch!
Captain Howdy looks at Nikki Cortez as she backs away on her palms and rear end. He walks past Butcher and is now stalking the PWA
photographer wife!
Franks: Leave her alone, Howdy!
The Butcher roars back into action, taking out Captain Howdy from behind with a chop block to the knee! The crowd responds with a boo! Butcher
is angry now and shoves Howdy's head into the barely padded floor! More boos kick up while Referee Andy Sheppard asks this one return to the ring.
He gets the ring alright, he gets Captain Howdy's face bouncing off the ring apron!
Franks: Captain Howdy should have went for the cane, Ray.
Quadros: Yeah that would have been the smart thing.
Captain Howdy's stunned and finds himself being bulled spine first into the barricade! He responds by grabbing Butcher by the head and gnawing
on his face!
Franks: Jesus! Captain Howdy is chewing on Butcher's head!
Ahhhhhhouch that fucking hurts! The Butcher backs away and grabs his head that is now bleeding! Captain Howdy springs off the barricade with a
clothesline attempt...NO! Ducked into a back body drop by the Butcher! Howdy clutches his spine as he's meeting the floor one too many times. Butcher
stomps him on the head and tells him he's gonna pay.
Again Sheppard tells them to return to the ring. Butcher wipes a dribble of blood out of his eyes and tells Sheppard to be quiet, he's the
Commissioner, he'll make the decisions around here! Thump! He bounces Howdy's head off the apron again. He slides the stunned Captain Howdy back
in the ring and looks to get back in himself. Wait, Nikki Cortez grabs him by the hand to stop him. He turns around and she plants a kiss on his lips!
Quadros: Whooo!
The Butcher bashfully thanks his wife while returning to the ring. He kicks Captain Howdy in the ribs before putting his eyes right on that hanging
cane. The Butcher hobbles over to the corner and wipes another trickle of blood out of his eyes. He looks back at Captain Howdy who is rolling to his
side and shaking out the cobwebs. The Commissioner starts to climb the turnbuckles again for that weapon cane. Up one. Up two! Reaching for it and
he grabs it! He unties it from the rope and jumps down!
Franks: The Butcher has the Captain Howdy cane in his hand!
Quadros: Return his property!
Butcher holds the cane with both hands, demands Captain Howdy get to his feet and get what's coming to him! Howdy is up and doesn't know
what's going on....THUMP! Cane shot off the head of Captain Howdy! He drops like a sack of bricks! BOOOOO!
Franks: Captain Howdy just took a mean cane shot to the head!
Quadros: That's it Butcher! Beat him again!
The Commissioner does just that with the cane in both hands. He starts bringing the cane down onto Captain Howdy's midsection! WHAM!
WHACK! SMACK! BAM! He looks like he's having a damn good time as he brings that cane down hard on Captain Howdy! Captain Howdy rolls up in the
fetal position as he gets whacked again and again and again! BOOOO!
Butcher points the cane at Captain Howdy and tells him to stay down. Referee Andy Sheppard looks to see if Howdy is giving up here. Howdy
shakes his bleeding head NO as he rolls to his side to get back to his feet. The Butcher allows him to his knees before WHACKING him across the spine!
Arrrgh! Howdy arcs his spine in pain! Howdy falls forward against the ropes. WHACK! Again across the back!
Quadros: Damn he should have just stayed down, Carl.
Franks: I sure would have. Then again I wouldn't have gotten myself in this position in the first place!
Butcher puts the cane to the back of Captain Howdy's neck and uses it to choke him against the middle rope! Referee Sheppard tells Butcher to lay
off, he can't use the ropes! 1! 2! 3! 4! The Butcher steps back and holds up the cane, so sorry ref. Meanwhile Captain Howdy is coughing on the ropes.
Butcher grabs him by the hair and pulls him up. He whips him across the ring and waits on the rebound for a Ruthian homerun swing with the cane! NO!
Captain Howdy ducks and hits the BROKEN TOYS double knee backbreaker! The Butcher goes down and the cane falls to the mat!
Franks: Massive counter by Captain Howdy that could change the complexion of this match!
Quadros: Would have been over if Butcher took his head off right there.
The Commissioner rolls on the mat grabbing his spine while Captain Howdy pops up to a knee, breathing hard. He sees his patented cane out of
the corner of his eye and suddenly gets that look across his face. Nikki Cortez grabs her mouth in awe of what is about to happen. Captain Howdy picks
up the cane and squeezes it with both hands like a long lost trophy.
The Butcher is starting to get up....WHACK! Cane shot across the back! SMACK! Another one! The Butcher arcs his spine in pain as he crawls on
hands and knees to the ropes. WHACK! Again! Nikki Cortez can't even watch! WHAM! Another across the back sends Butcher across the middle rope!
Franks: I think we just saw this, Ray!
Now it's Captain Howdy who is standing over The Butcher with the cane in hand. He brings it down across the back of Butcher's neck, choking him
across the middle rope like Butcher did to him moment ago! While the Commissioner struggles for air, Captain Howdy yells at him to say where Daz Van
Dyke is! Hard to answer when you can't breathe man! Howdy pushes his body weight further onto Butcher's neck with the cane. Here comes Referee
Sheppard, warning Howdy of the illegal use of the ropes! You wanna choke the man? Use the cane! I am damn it! 1! 2! 3! 4! Captain Howdy steps back
and The Butcher falls to the mat in a heap.
Quadros: Who's getting revenge on who in this one, Carl?
Andy Sheppard is reading Captain Howdy the riot act that his cane will be the only weapon in this match and he will enforce it damn it. Howdy
pushes him aside as he watches Butcher roll out of the ring in pain. Howdy swings the cane over the top rope like a billy club and just misses knocking
Butcher into the next millennium!
Franks: Aw look at the coward we have for a Commissioner. He's trying to escape!
The crowd begins to boo loudly as Commissioner Butcher starts backtracking up the rampway as an escape. Captain Howdy will have none of this,
he wants his damn answer and now! He slides out of the ring and gives chase. Butcher says nuh uh, no more! Howdy says yes more! He swings the
cane at the Commissioner's legs! Ouch! Down goes Butcher, holding his hobbling knee! Howdy points the cane at him, where is Daz?!
Franks: Look at Butcher pleading. This is pathetic.
Quadros: No escape for you, pal.
He continues to backtrack onto the rampway until he falls against the wooden horse! The crowd cheers as Captain Howdy pops him in the head
again! “HOW-DY! HOW-DY! HOW-DY!” Captain Howdy drops the cane and pulls Butcher up by the hair. ATOMIC DROP by Captain Howdy onto the
wooden horse!! OH!!
Franks: The Butcher is riding the wooden horse!!
Quadros: Hey! That's illegal!
The Commissioner grabs his crotch as he sits on the triangle wooden horse in pain! Nikki Cortez is in complete shock! Butcher falls off the horse
while still clutching himself, convulsing on the floor! Captain Howdy stands over him and punches him in the face! Where's Daz?! Butcher doesn't respond
as he falls to the side. Howdy kicks him in the ribs! Damn it, where's Daz?
Franks: Answer the man's question all ready so this can be over!
Butcher won't give him any answers yet. He tries to crawl away with blood running down his face. Howdy kicks him again. He's growing tired of this
game and looks to finish his opponent off. Captain Howdy reaches down to pull up the Butcher...NO! Captain Howdy stumbles backwards and doubles
over! Butcher just stabbed him in the stomach with the cane!
Butcher back up and blasts Captain Howdy across the back! Howdy stumbles forwards and is heading back towards the ring! Butcher grabs his
groin again as that damn horse hurt, almost as bad as another cane shot across Captain Howdy's back! Captain Howdy is now the one trying to get the
heck out of here as he slides back into the ring.
Quadros: You better run you sick son of a bitch!
Captain Howdy gets to his feet and runs towards the ropes just as Butcher slides in. He bounces off to catch Butcher with a clothesline but instead
eats a cane shot to the face! BOOOOO! Captain Howdy has been busted open further as more and more blood starts to dribble onto the mat. The
Butcher drops the cane to the mat and looks out towards the crowd with a sneer. He pulls Howdy up by the head and executes THE BUTCHERED
fireman's carry into a flapjack!
Franks: Oh! This has to be the end!
The Butcher says so too as he says Captain Howdy is finished. “HOW-DY! HOW-DY! HOW-DY!” Butcher greets each chant with a stomp onto their
man. Wait!
Franks: Nikki Cortez is getting into the ring!
Quadros: She wants some shots on Captain Howdy too!
The Butcher has no idea she's in the ring as she picks up the Captain Howdy walking stick. Looks like Ray Quadros is right! She does want to bash
Captain Howdy's head in too! The Butcher reaches down to grab Howdy by the head for his Downtown Drop finisher! NO!! OH!!
Franks: What the Hell?!
Quadros: Damn it! You can never trust a woman!
Nikki Cortez with a LOW BLOW CANE SHOT from behind on The Butcher! He drops Captain Howdy and falls to his knees. He falls to the mat,
clutching himself, and looking at his double crossing wife! She stares down at him with a blank stare as if she isn't even there at all. The bleeding Captain
Howdy gets to his feet and looks at Nikki, holding out his hand and asking for the cane. She hesitates for a moment before handing over the cane to
Captain Howdy!
Quadros: Looks like the Cortez household needs more counseling, Carl!
Referee Andy Sheppard is in disbelief as well as he asks Nikki what the hell she's doing. She doesn't answer as she backs out of the ring. Captain
Howdy raises the cane over his head and brings it down onto Butcher's body! THWACK! Again! Again! Again! One more! And now one across the head!
Nikki Cortez just stands there near the ring apron, chanting with the crowd...”HOW-DY! HOW-DY! HOW-DY!”
Franks: Nikki Cortez looks like she's been brainwashed and Butcher never saw it coming!
Captain Howdy mounts the stunned Butcher and starts beating him in the face with the cane! Beat! Beat! Beat! Beat! Where is Daz?! Beat! Beat! Beat!
Cane shots! The Butcher tries one last attempt to save himself only to have Captain Howdy put the cane to his throat and jerk the man's head forward
for a CHIN-UP BAR GOGOPLATA!!
Franks: We've seen the gogoplata before from Captain Howdy on Jake Keeton!
Quadros: Damn it, it's over!
Captain Howdy keeps yelling for Daz Van Dyke as the Butcher is being strangled by the cane! With blood starting to run from his mouth, The
Butcher reaches his hand out and TAPS!! Referee Andy Sheppard calls for the bell! DING! DING! DING!
Franks: The Butcher taps out but Captain Howdy isn't letting go! He wants his answer!
Quadros: You aren't going to get it if the man's dead!
Captain Howdy continues holding the cane across the neck of The Butcher! DING! DING! DING!.... DING! DING! DING! Referee Sheppard grabs
hold of Captain Howdy and finally pulls him off! Howdy keeps asking for the location of Daz Van Dyke while The Butcher gags, coughing up blood. Howdy
blasts him across the shoulder with the cane! Where's Daz?!
Franks: Damn it, Howdy! Enough!
Butcher won't give him his answer! Another cane shot from Howdy! This time across the head! Where is Daz Van Dyke?! The Butcher just lays
there, almost laughing with blood coming from his head and mouth. Captain Howdy throws the cane away and mounts Butcher again. Slugging right
hand to the face of Butcher! Again! Where's Daz?! Again! Where is he?! Again! Tell me! Again! Again! Again!
Franks: Stop it!
Quadros: Wait! The Butcher is going to tell him!
Captain Howdy stops his flurry of punches as The Butcher starts to tell him what he knows. Room 112! Daz Van Dyke is in room 112! That's all
Captain Howdy wanted to know as he lets The Butcher fall to the mat in a heap of blood. “Monster” kicks up as Captain Howdy rolls out of the ring and
starts to head backstage.
Quadros: Where's he going?
Franks: To collect Daz Van Dyke for the last damn time!
The crowd cheers on the Captain while he's leaving. The Butcher lays in the middle of the ring as a broken and battered mess, but smiling while
blood comes from his mouth. Nikki Cortez just stands there, starring at him with blank eyes. Nikki’s attention soon turns away from her husband as she
hears a different kind of music starts.
Franks: What now?
Quadros: Now a man keeps his promise.
We Bury Our Dead At Dawn comes blaring through the speakers, and all the lights in arena go down. The fans start screaming as they know this
truly is the place that James Cortez will die. The lights in the arena come back up, and The Angel is standing in the ring looking down at the fallen
Butcher. Then with a flick on his wrist he unrolls the same body bag that The Butcher has already found himself in once. The Angel bends down and
scoops up his victim before slamming him back down to the mat with a First Born Demise landing him right on the body bag. The Angel zips The Butcher
up all the while staring at Nikki Cortez. After the zipper hits the top of the bag The Angel scoops up James Cortez never once losing sight of his wife.
The Angel throws the full bag over the ropes and then comes back for Nikki.
The Angel: We have already had this talk once child, you won’t get it again. Your fall may soon come to pass, betrayer.
The Angel then flips out of the ring, grabs the top of the Body bag, and starts dragging it up the ramp leaving Nikki Cortez with a pale face and
widened eyes.
STILL NEED
Written by: Blake
VCR sits, still upset, at his desk as he is on the phone, presumably with Duncan Malloy.
VCR: No. Don’t do anything with him yet. We still need him for leverage.
He pauses and exhales deeply.
VCR: I know. Just wait until we have that mask. As soon as we do, he’s all yours.
He hangs up the phone, just as the security guard he sent after Archangel walks into his office.
VCR: And?
He stares at the guard impatiently.
Guard: I-I don’t know sir. He’s nowhere to be found. Everyone I’ve talked to said that he made a beeline for the exit right after his match.
VCR slams his fist down on the desk and dismisses the guard with a wave of his hand, picking up the phone again.
VCR: Yeah. It’s me. Pack your bags. It sounds like we’re going to Australia.
He hangs up the phone again and sits back in his chair, fuming.
HALL OF FAMER: JAKE KEETON
Written by: Jake
The crowd is silent as a spotlight shines on the ramp waiting on the next Inductee to be announced. Suddenly the Kidz Bop version of “I Got A Feeling”
by The Black Eyed Peas begins to play and J.C. Keeton steps out on the stage dressed in a blue three piece suit to cheering. The 11 year old son of
Jake Keeton looks very healthy and has a full head of hair. J.C. has a microphone in his hand as the music fades out.
J.C. Keeton: Thank you, I just want to say that I didn't pick the music. My Dad seems to think there's something wrong with an 11 year old coming
out to Five Finger Death Punch.
This draws another round of cheers and some laughter from the crowd.
J.C. Keeton: The reason I'm here tonight is to introduce my Dad. Before he comes out though I just want him and all of you to know how proud I
am of him. I know he wasn't always the hero in the eyes of the fans but he has always been and will always be...my hero. Please welcome, my father...
JAKE KEETON!
J.C. turns to face the curtain as “Still Unbroken” by Lyrnyrd Skynyrd hits the PA and the crowd erupts as Jake Keeton dressed in a black and gold
suit steps out onto the stage and hugs his son. Video on the big screen show highlights of Jake's memorable feuds with NightHawk, Jostrodomus, and
Captain Howdy. Jake and J.C. walk towards the ring and J.C. Joins Jake's mother Katherine and an unknown woman seated at ringside. Jake walks up
the steps to the ring and climbs the turnbuckles one by one taking in the ovation from the crowd. He walks to the center of the ring with a microphone
and looks out at the crowd.
Jake Keeton: For fifteen years I've been proud to say that I'm a professional wrestler, and this out of all the other achievements in my career is
the one that means the most.
Another huge pop from the crowd allows the always emotional former World Champion to take a deep breath and try not to cry.
Jake Keeton: It's a real honor to be even mentioned in the same breath as Evan Andrews and Jiraiya Kaito much less be inducted into the PWA Hall
of Fame along side those two. I only faced each man one time a piece inside a PWA ring but what they accomplished in PWA is damn sure Hall of Fame
worthy. The three of us got here for a reason and the biggest reason I'm here is because of the support of my family.
A shot of J.C, Katherine, and the unknown woman sitting ringside is shown on the big screen and the crowd cheers.
Jake Keeton: There's a few more reason's why I'm here and I want to take this opportunity to bury the hatchet with Jimmy Cortez. **the crowd
lets out a collective gasp** I know, I'm a guy that's known for holding grudges but I've been doing a lot of soul searching lately and I realized that yeah
it sucked missing Christmas 2007 with my family, but if The Butcher hadn't sent me to rehab that cold December night I wouldn't be standing here
tonight, hell I might have been dead by now if he hadn't sent me to rehab but I know for damn sure I wouldn't be a PWA Hall of Famer.
Once again Jake's emotions get the best of him and he starts to choke up but is able to hold it together.
Jake Keeton: Guy's like Wing Zero... Ryan Shane...**cough** douchbag**cough** NightHawk...Jostrodomus... Jack Gaither... Brad Kane... and
countless others over the last three years are also why I'm here because you can't go work just anywhere and get matches with guys like that. Even
the wars with Captain Howdy can't go without being mentioned. While I'll NEVER forgive or forget what he put my family and I through, I am man
enough to acknowledge the fact that if it hadn't been for Captain Howdy I wouldn't be in the PWA Hall of Fame right now. That's about as much thanks
as he'll get from me and I will continue to pray for his slow, painful, and agonizing death every night.
Shockingly Jake's last statement draws a few mild boos from the Howdy fans in the crowd.
Jake Keeton: With that being said, the last reason I'm here is because of all of you. I may not have always been in your good graces but you all
knew that when Jake Keeton was in a PWA ring that you were about to see the highlight of the night, both figuratively and literally. You knew that even
if I was trying to make you boo me I was still gonna give you a show, and for that and for the honor of being a 2010 inductee in the PWA Hall of
Fame... I thank you the fans. Thank you and enjoy the rest of the show.
“Still Unbroken” hits again and Jake makes his way down to ringside where he once again hugs his son, as well as his mother, and then shares a
quick kiss with the unknown woman. He goes around the ring slapping hands with the fans before making his way backstage.
PREMIERE CHAMPIONSHIP
-30-Minute Iron Man Match -
NightTrain vs. Slade ©
Written by: Drew & Sabs
Damn it Sabs, take me on your vacation next time will ya? Winner as instructed:
1-0 Slade: Pinfall, 05:25, Big F'n Boot
2-0 Slade: Pinfall, 12:03, Chokeslam from the top rope
3-0 Slade: Pinfall, 18:59, Final Trip
4-0 Slade: Pinfall, 29:42, Four consecutive Final Trips, last from the top rope.
Final Score: Slade 4, NightTrain 0
ROOM 112
Written by: Neil
Captain Howdy, battered, bruised, and blood running down his face from the Cane Match not too long ago, storms down a back hall of the stadium.
Room 109...110...111...112 as instructed. The room in which Daz Van Dyke is hiding out in according to The Butcher. Without hesitation, Captain
Howdy opens the door ready for a fight.
Captain Howdy: I'm here, Daz...
His eyes go wide as silver dollars upon the room covered in enough blood it would make a normal person vomit. Hanging from the ceiling with Her
arms tied behind Her back is the unconscious form of the Mistress. She hangs from her blood covered wrists, body propped upon a blood stained
wooden horse between her legs. Her usual racy leather bondage clothing has been cut up, Her body covered in a thick, maroon color of blood.
Captain Howdy runs into the room, nearly slipping on the pints of blood that surround the floor and his Mistress. In the head of the wooden horse
there is a knife, one that Captain Howdy grabs instantly to cut down the Mistress. Her body remains limp in his arms as he removes Her from the
wooden torture horse. Captain Howdy growls in a deep, disturbed voice as a new fire appears to be burning in his eye.
Captain Howdy: I need a doctor in here!
He removes some blood drenched hair from Her face as he looks down at his unresponsive Mistress. Rocking back and forth on the floor with Her in
his arms, he whispers something into Her ear. A passing by PWA employee who heard Captain Howdy's cries runs into the room, gets one glimpse of the
massacre blood on the floor and just simply vomits.
Over on the concrete wall facing Captain Howdy there is a television with the paused form of The Butcher, unharmed from his match-up with
Captain Howdy as if this was taped before hand. Still cradling the Mistress in his arms, Captain Howdy pushes 'Play' on the touch screen. The Butcher
suddenly becomes animated once again.
The Butcher: Good evening, Captain Howdy. I take it you found Daz Van Dyke well and good? No? Oh that's too bad because Van Dyke really
wanted to see you tonight. I do hope your poor Mistress is all right and Simon Retter's men were not too rough on Her as we wrestled our match. Surely
the position She found Herself in wasn't too out of the ordinary for Her. Then again, a body can only take so much.
The night is still young though, Captain. Your Mistress has been returned to you and in due time will make a full recovery. As for Nadia
Snow?...Her rehabilitation process will take quiet awhile.
Captain Howdy's eyes become stark cold and he gnashes his teeth as he watches The Butcher's image disappear into a CCTV shot from earlier in
the night. Two men dressed up as doctors have Nadia Snow wrapped up in a straightjacket, escorting her to a van despite her wishes. The rear doors
of the van swing open and Nadia Snow, straightjacket and all are shoved in the back. The Butcher's voice kicks back in as the CCTV shows the van
driving off with the two men holding Nadia Snow hostage.
The Butcher: Was it Natalie Snow or was it Nadia Snow? Hmm, I just can't tell them apart sometimes. They're both bat shit crazy but in this case
we are going to do Nadia a huge favor. Directed by me with an assist from Simon Retter, Ms. Snow has been placed into an undisclosed asylum for
observation and mental rehabilitation. She could be anywhere in the world, Howdy. Don't bother to check Arc Ana, they didn't do a thorough job in the
first place.
She will be returned to you when I deem her to be released, Captain. I can let her go tonight or tomorrow or next month or next year. And she will
return to you a better, more adoring woman as you have done to my wife. How does it feel now, Howdy, how does it feel to know how I felt when you
did this to my Nikki? Does it make you...mad? Does it make you...crazy? Do you want to kill me? Does it make you want to do what you would have
never done before?
Now you understand, Howdy. Now you understand what I went through the night you took my wife. Enjoy it while you can because this
game...this game I will decide when it is over.
The video turns off as Captain Howdy is left with murderous intentions on his mind. EMTs rush into the room with a stretcher and nearly slip on the
blood as well. They try to remove the Mistress from his arms but they just throw him into a rage. He stands to his feet, holding Mistress in his arms, and
kicks one EMT in the stomach.
EMT: Hey! We're here to help!
And BLAST! The poor EMT's face explodes as he falls to the ground thanks to a straight on Captain Howdy headbutt to the nose! The two EMTs
lay on the blood soaked floor in pain while Captain Howdy gently places the Mistress on the stretcher. He moves some of Her hair out of Her eyes once
again before kissing Her on the forehead. He then reaches down onto the floor and picks up the knife he used earlier and heads out the door, hunting
for Commissioner Butcher.
I CALL THE SHOTS NOW
Written by: Neil
Heading into a back room with a platoon of lawyers behind her back, Wren Chesney looks poised to execute the game plan she's put into motion for the
past three years. Holding a majority of the Board of Director shares in her battlebag purse to simplify the process of selling the PWA to a foreign
company, Wren pushes open the door with some authority and swagger in her hips.
Ryu Sawada, the buyer, all ready is sitting at the round table with two Asian lawyers at his side. Sitting in front of him are some closed briefcases
on the table, presumably the cash for the deal. He looks to be a bit turned off at Wren's army of lawyers but that might be because he never liked her
in the first place. Mrs. Chesney pulls out a chair and one of the lawyers is kind of enough to pour her a drink of coffee.
Wren Chesney: So, Sawada, are you prepared to conduct business this week I should I ask for more money?
Ryu Sawada: Do not insult me any further, Chessknee. I hear to buy company, not be sold hard time.
Wren Chesney: That's the offer right there on the table?
Ryu Sawada: The four more times Mr. Harkes wanted, yes.
Wren Chesney: Good, then let's get down to business shall we?
She snaps her fingers and one of her lawyer-types slides a document across the table to Sawada. He takes it with curiosity and a keen eye,
looking it over with scrutiny.
Wren Chesney: In your hands are the beginning parts of this deal. Signing on the dotted line will mean you approve the purchase to the rights of
PWA's video library. Your funds will be transferred to the Board of Directors upon completion of the process.
Sawada and his lawyers look over the deal and speak amongst themselves. Soon after Sawada puts some ink to the paper and slides it back across
the table to Wren. She picks up the paper to see that the ink is dry, bringing a mischievous smile to her face.
Ryu Sawada: Now you sign over roster contracts.
Wren Chesney: Hmm?
Ryu Sawada: Roster contracts, you give me deal and I sign.
Mrs. Chesney scoffs as the lawyers behind her start to chuckle amongst themselves. Wren tries to hold back her laughter as best as she can but
can't help but chuckle. Sawada does not look amused.
Wren Chesney: What are you talking about Oriental man?
Ryu Sawada: Roster contracts! I demand paper to sign! This deal falling part!
Wren Chesney: What kind of drugs are you on? The deal is over with.
Ryu Sawada: Wha?!
Wren Chesney: That's right. You just bought the video library, little man. That's all I was interested in selling and damn boy, did you over pay.
Ryu Sawada: This...this...this bullshit!
Wren Chesney: Watch your mouth! I never had any intentions on selling you this company you piece of swine. See, I used you and your silly little
China-man greed to further my cause. These stupid hacks in the Board, they assigned me control to get the sale of PWA done. I had no intentions of
selling PWA to you or anybody. All I wanted was control and your fresh pile of money, might I add is being wired to MY personal bank account after you
signed that paper.
Ryu Sawada: I kill you lady, you hear?
Wren Chesney: Now who is insulting who? Don't you see what just happened? You were sold the most valuable thing in PWA, the video library
from Violation 1 all the way up to tonight. Meanwhile, thanks to the Board being so foolish, I will create a new history for this company. A new PWA in
my own image!
Ryu Sawada: You double crossing bitch! I pull plug on you show! I take cameras, I take video, I take everything! You company never seen on TV
again!
Wren Chesney: I'll find another television deal idiot. I can do whatever I want now and that includes throwing you out of this building.
She snaps her fingers again and here come a couple burly men who pick Mr. Sawada and his lawyers up by their collars and escort them out of the
building, despite their pleas of filing lawsuits and downright having Wren killed. For the first time in ages, Wren Chesney appears to be having a good
old time.
Wren Chesney: See boys, this is what I mean. True power. Making fools bend to my will. For three years I've waited for this moment and
everybody got lazy trying to stop me. But now it is too late. The Board has been wiped out and will only make pennies on the dollar. No more Harkes,
Silver, Lionheart or anybody else standing in my way. I own this company and we will do things MY way from here on out!
Mrs. Chesney starts to laugh as she reaches over the table and grabs one of the left behind suitcases of cash. She snaps it open and pulls out a
brick of cash, flipping it through her fingers while giving it a smell. Ahh, power never smelled and felt so good.
PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
- Winner Takes All -
JJ Biggs vs. Trinity vs. Va'aiga ©
Written by: Neil
The arena lights dim and a single blue spotlight fills the center of the ring. A large letter T shows brilliantly as the pounding strains of ‘Headstrong’ by
Trapt begins to echo. Soft shimmers of light encircles the arena and then settles on the entryway, as three explosions of white light erupt. When the
smoke settled, Trinity bounds onto the ramp and begins to make her way to the ring, shaking hands with the crowd. Bounding up the steps, she
launches over the top rope and lands in a stance ready for attackers. When none come she climbs the turnbuckle and blows a quick kiss to the
enthusiastic crowd.
Franks: Trinity has a whole lot of weight to give up in this match-up, Ray! She's going to be facing two of the largest men in PWA today!
Quadros: Women don't belong in World Title matches, Carl. Is this how far this company has fallen?
"Voices" by Disturbed hits the speaker system, which is met with a chorus of boos from the crowd. The curtain brushes aside and "The Featured
Attraction" walks onto the stage, standing there for a moment looking amongst the crowd with a cocky smile plastered on his face. Moments later, he
extends his arms out to the side and massive pyrotechnics go off around him. He proceeds down the ramp, reaching the ring and climbing onto the
apron. He enters the ring through the middle rope and proceeds towards the side of the ring and extends his arms out once again, which is met with
even more boos. Biggs smirks as he takes off his shirt and acts as if he's going to throw it into the crowd, but instead he tosses it into the corner.
Franks: JJ Biggs continues to be a thrown in the World Title scene by stealing the title after he couldn't beat Va'aiga in his second try. If he wins
tonight it will be...
Quadros: The greatest achievement in the history of pro wrestling! Imagine this, Carl. He started out as a commentator for this company! A
commentator! Like you and me!
The chanted intro to "All Mighty Booyaa" by The Booya TRIBE sound round the arena as Va'aiga walks down through the crowd., head bowed, his
face shadowed by the hood his boxing style entrance robe. Va'aiga steps over the guardrail and throws back the hood of his entrance robe.
WEST COAST LUV!
PLAY Y'ALL HUH?
COMIN' THRU YA!
BOOYA!
With his heavily tattooed face revealed, Va'aiga walks slowly across to the ring, handing his robe to an attendant before stepping through the
ropes and walking inside. Va'aiga then climbs one of the corners and throws the Shaka Sign high for the crowd.
Franks: What an ovation for the PWA World Heavyweight Champion! Va'aiga has been a respectable Champion thus far in his reign and he'll look
to continue it with another title defense tonight!
Quadros: The odds are in his favor with Trinity helping him out! This is a damned handicap match if anything! It's a disgrace!
Referee Sasha Brown takes the PWA World Heavyweight Championship from Va'aiga and raises it above her head so everybody knows that it is on
the line. She hands it to the outside to Freddy Ferdinand before calling for the bell...
DING!
Franks: And away we go with the PWA third anniversary PWA World Heavyweight Championship match!
JJ Biggs stands there looking at the two Murderers' Row members he has to face off tonight to achieve his dream. Va'aiga and Trinity both look at
each other and know if they work together they can beat JJ Biggs down. Nuh uh, those two will have none of the handicap shenanigans as Trinity
surprises Va'aiga with a forearm to the face! JJ Biggs can't help but smile that his odds have gone up slightly now!
Trinity blasts Va'aiga again with a forearm! Again! Again! Again, knocking him against the ropes. The small woman looks for an Irish whip only for it
to be reversed by Va'aiga mid-ring. The PWA World Heavyweight Champion waits for Trinity on the rebound but instead gets a running boot to the side
of the head by JJ Biggs!
Franks: And JJ Biggs jumps in there with some offense!
Quadros: That's the way to do it!
Trinity catches Biggs with a knife-edge chop! Another! Another! He pretends they don't hurt and kicks her in the midsection, doubling Trinity over.
Clubbing ax handle across the former Light Heavyweight Champion's back, dropping her to the mat! Biggs starts laying in the stomps before grabbing
her by the head. He pulls Trinity up just as Va'aiga is regaining his bearings. Biggs grabs them both by the head and attempts a Murderers' Row noggin
knocker! NO! Va'aiga and Trinity both push off each other to foil Biggs' plan. They both turn around double punch him in the face!
Franks: Looks like the handicap is back on!
Quadros: Damn it!
JJ Biggs gets knocked back and stunned before getting double whipped towards the ropes. He bounces off into a Murderers' Row double back
body drop with a loud WHAM onto the mat! Va'aiga and Trinity don't celebrate at all, instead they start trading jabs while Biggs crawls away holding his
lower back.
Left jab from Va'aiga! Left from Trinity! Left from Va'aiga! Left from Trinity! Left from Va'aiga! Left from Va'aiga! Left! Left! Left! Hitting women is
OK! Left! Left! Swinging bear claw right hook from Va'aiga drops Trinity to the mat! BOO-YAH! He pulls her back up and whips her towards the ropes.
Off come Trinity with a leap, right into the arms of Va'aiga...NO! Trinity hurricane rana out of Va'aiga's grasp! As she gets back to her feet, the Manila,
Philippines crowd starts to chant her name...”TRINITY! TRINITY TRINITY!” The fanfare comes to a booing halt as JJ Biggs has his way with her by
nailing a European uppercut!
Franks: Oh! This is going to be a match of back and forth action if this keeps up!
Quadros: Show her who is boss, JJ!
Now Biggs has some jabs of his own for Trinity to try out. Right! Right! Right! Right! He knocks her against the ropes and starts wailing away at
the woman's face with forearms! Forearm! Forearm! Forearm! Referee Sasha Brown demands Biggs give her some room against the ropes. He steps off
only to blast her one more time with the hardest forearm of them all! And here comes the Maori Badass back to his feet! He runs towards JJ Biggs! JJ
barely gets out of the way as Va'aiga's running body splash follows through, flattening Trinity against the cables by accident! Trinity falls through and
lands hard down onto the floor!
Franks: I don't think that's what the PWA World Heavyweight Champion had in mind, Ray!
Quadros: Well it's never easy to determine what a fat ass Maori will do other than shut down your buffet table!
Va'aiga looks down at Trinity in disbelief that just happened. He didn't mean to do it! JJ Biggs doesn't give a shit and takes advantage of the
miscue by popping Va'aiga in the back of the head. Va'aiga turns around after the shot and eats another one to the face. JJ Biggs bulls him into a corner
and starts doing his best Muhammad Ali impression. Right to the gut of Va'aiga. Left to the gut. Right! Left! Uppercut to the jaw!
He grabs Va'aiga by his head and bounces the Champion's face off the top turnbuckle! Again! Again! Again! It only seems to be making Va'aiga
mad! He bounces Va'aiga's face off the top again! It isn't working! Va'aiga is starting to roil with rage as the crowd starts to get behind him! He suddenly
powers up and turns the tables on JJ Biggs in the corner by shoving him against the turnbuckles! Left jab from Va'aiga! Left! Left! Kiss the fist and big
right hook! BOO-YAH!
He grabs JJ Biggs by the arm and whips him across the ring into another corner! Here comes Va'aiga with a running body splash that flattens Biggs!
The crowd roars with a cheer as JJ Biggs wobbles out of the corner, straight into the arms of Va'aiga's MAORI DROP! The ring rocks hard as the PWA
World Heavyweight Champion makes the first pinfall attempt...1!...2!...THRE...KICK OUT!!
Franks: Biggs with the strong kick out!
Va'aiga stays on top of JJ Biggs' body and starts hammering away with straight right hands! Punch! Punch! Punch! Wait! Here comes Trinity up
onto the apron! Springboard dropkick into the right, straight to the back of Va'aiga's head!
Quadros: I think she might hold grudges, Carl.
Franks: Or maybe she's just trying to win.
Now Trinity is laying is laying the mounted shots to the face of Va'aiga! Forearm! Forearm! Forearm! Forearm! JJ Biggs wobbles to his feet while
holding his head. Trinity isn't going to let him get away that easily. She gets off of Biggs and blasts him in the face with a forearm as well! Kick to the gut
of JJ Biggs! She grabs him by the head and runs towards the corner, leaping off the middle turnbuckle with a Tornado DDT! The crowd pops as JJ Biggs
is down again! She hooks his leg...1!...2!...THREE...KICK OUT!!
Franks: Another near fall on JJ Biggs!
Quadros: Stay in it, JJ! Stay in it!
Trinity starts throwing some of her clap kick to the ribcage of Biggs while he tries to get up. Kick! Kick! She tells him to get up and quit acting like a
bitch. Now she whacks him across the back. Here comes Va'aiga from behind! He grabs Trinity by the arms in a full nelson and sits her out with some
power! There are a couple boos directed towards Va'aiga for that while he lets Trinity lay on the mat holding her rear end.
The PWA World Heavyweight Champion focuses his attention back on JJ Biggs as he helps the big man to his feet for a momentary vertical suplex.
He holds onto Biggs neck and pulls him up for another vertical suplex! Holding, the Champion pulls Biggs up one more time for a loud delayed vertical
suplex! He heads towards the ropes and bounces off with a rolling elbow drop to the sternum, knocking the air out of JJ Biggs' chest again!Va'aiga
hooks the leg! 1!...2!...THRE...KICK OUT!
Franks: Damn JJ Biggs just keeps ending up on the wrong end of these pinfall attempts. All it takes is one pin for Va'aiga to retain that belt.
Quadros: JJ Biggs is resilient, Carl. They're double teaming him and he's handling it with ease!
Va'aiga pulls JJ Biggs back up and looks to punish him. He tosses him across the ring into a corner hard. Here comes Va'aiga with a full head of
steam! BAM! Biggs moved! Va'aiga hits the turnbuckles hard! Biggs takes advantage and grabs the back...belly-to-back suplex! Biggs starts stomping on
Va'aiga to retaliate. And now Trinity is getting back up. JJ Biggs will have none of that as he clotheslines her in the back of the head!
Quadros: There's a shot for you, Carl!
Stomps for Trinity as well! He pulls her up by the head and shows her what a real DDT is all about! Pulls her up again...another DDT! Pulls Trinity
up one more time and sinks the arms for a double-arm DDT! This time he hooks the leg for the win and the title! 1!...2!...THREE...KICK OUT by Trinity!
Biggs stomps her on the face and lets her lay there and cry. He's aiming for Va'aiga now as he kicks the Champion in the head to stun him. He pulls
Va'aiga up and sinks into the 350-pounder's trunks, lifting him up into the air for a vertical suplex! JJ Biggs is holding him! Holding! Holding! Holding the
Maori til his face turns a shade of red! And drops face first across the knee! OH!
Franks: What a show of power by JJ Biggs on the PWA World Heavyweight Champion!
Quadros: I'm liking Biggs chances this night! He's doing this for Michael Bourne!
Va'aiga is down and out holding his jaw after landing hard. JJ Biggs takes advantage and hooks the leg...1!...2!...THRE...KICK OUT!! Va'aiga gets
the shoulder up! “Maori! Maori! Maori!” JJ Biggs tries to silence Manila as he pulls Va'aiga up by the bruised face. Kick to the gut! Unprettier face plant on
Va'aiga! Trinity is up and he kicks her in the stomach as well. Unprettier for Trinity! The two Murderers' Row mates are down! Biggs slides back over and
covers Va'aiga once again...1!...2!...THREE...KICK OUT!
Franks: The World Heavyweight Champion won't go away, Ray!
Quadros: Slow count lady!
That's what JJ Biggs thinks too as he gives Referee Sasha Brown a dirty look. He has dirty intentions on his mind though as he pulls Va'aiga up one
more time. He whips the Champion towards the ropes. He bounces off into the waiting arms off JJ Biggs...NO! NO! Va'aiga with a rugby tackle!! He's on
top of JJ Biggs and he's raining down hammer blows! Biggs is absolutely stunned as the crowd is cheering each shot! Bam! Bam! Bam! Va'aiga rises to his
feet as he's all fired up now with the fans chanting “Maori! Maori! Maori!” He calls for Biggs to rise and he's doing just that on his own! Kick to the gut of
Biggs and Va'aiga powers the tall man onto his shoulders! Torture rack by Va'aiga! And inverted mat slam! There's the Sulphur City Drop!
Here comes Trinity rising to her feet before Va'aiga can make a cover! She charges at him and the Champion just pitches her over the top rope
with ease! Wait! Trinity lands on the ring apron with good foot work! Here she comes again with a springboard body splash into the ring! Oh! Caught in
the air by Va'aiga! MAORI DROP! Oh!
Franks: Maori Drop right onto JJ Biggs! Va'aiga has both his opponents right where he wants them!
Quadros: Oh I can't believe this...
Va'aiga covers Trinity who is covering JJ Biggs! Referee Sasha Brown goes down for the count ...1!... 2!... THREEEENOOOOO!! JJ Biggs and
Trinity BOTH get their shoulders up from the stacked position! Trinity rolls off of JJ Biggs and Va'aiga goes straight to work on his PWA nemesis. Stomp!
Stomp! Stomp! He's looking to end this and retain his belt like he has in the past against JJ Biggs.
He pulls Trinity up and casts her over the the ropes again, this time making sure she hits the floor. And there's a follow up headbutt drop by
Va'aiga onto JJ Biggs. No cover, he wants to mess up Biggs so he can win this. Va'aiga pulls JJ Biggs up and bulls him hard into a corner. Shoulder thrust
to the gut! Shoulder! Shoulder! European uppercut on JJ Biggs! Follow up headbutt to the face of Biggs! Headbutt! Headbutt! Headbutt! Headbutt! JJ
Biggs clutches his face as he walks out of the corner against the ropes.
Franks: Va'aiga can smell blood as JJ Biggs has been busted open by a series of vicious headbutts!
Quadros: A normal man would have had his face caved in right there, Carl.
Va'aiga pushes JJ Biggs against the ropes and then whips him across the ring. Biggs bounces off the cables and ducks the nasty LARIAT coming his
way from Va'aiga! He runs on through to the next set and bounces off those cables! He catches the turning Va'aiga with a strong, stiff ax handle to the
head! Va'aiga falls but pops back up! Damn near a low blow by JJ Biggs as he doubles Va'aiga over! Again Biggs powers Va'aiga up into a vertical position
only to drop him this time belly first onto the top cable!
Franks: Oh! The 350 pound Maori Badass has been strung up on a clothesline!
Here comes JJ Biggs with a follow up running boot to the head, sending Va'aiga crashing down to the floor! Trinity slides in from behind JJ Biggs
and leaps onto his backside! She latches on a rear naked choke that he wasn't prepared for!
Franks: This could be a golden opportunity for Trinity!
Quadros: That's an illegal choke! Check it Brown!
JJ Biggs is trying to shake her off! He's trying to reach for her but he can't get a hold! Trinity sinks the night night baby in a little deeper, causing
Biggs face to turn red! He tries to knock her off again! Nope! He falls to a knee! The crowd is starting to roar as he's trying desperately to get out of
this! Oh! He gets a grab of her hair! JJ Biggs is yanking on her hair to save his ass!
Quadros: Yeah that's the way, Biggs! Pull the hair like they do on the playground!
Referee Sasha Brown tells Biggs to let go but he sure as hell is not going to give up any leverage he may have. He starts to power Trinity's head
over his shoulder while she desperately tries to maintain the choke! She can't hold on as Biggs uses all his strength to whip her hair first over his
shoulder and into a snapmare takedown! Trinity sits up hard and grabs her scalp!
Franks: That's just not right.
JJ Biggs thought it was great! Almost as great as he is! He gets his air back while Trinity checks her hair. He boots her in the back of the head and
looks to make her pay for the sneak attack. Grabbing her by the hair again to yank her up, JJ Biggs whips Trinity towards the ropes. She heads towards
the cables and leaps off with a spaceman plancha out of the ring right onto the rising Va'aiga! The PWA World Heavyweight Champion is down again!
Quadros: Murderers' Row is so dysfunctional, Carl! I love it!
The crowd can't help but cheer the athleticism of Trinity even if she did take out Va'aiga! JJ Biggs falls to a knee to catch his breath while the two
Murderers' Row members lay on the floor. Trinity starts to get to her feet and again the crowd cheers her. She pulls up Va'aiga and hits him with a
knife-edge chop! WHOOOO! Another! WHOOOO! Another! WHOOOO! Va'aiga retaliates with a forearm! Trinity again with a chop! WHOOOO! Forearm
from Va'aiga! Chop from Trinity! WHOOOO! She catches him with a spinning heel kick to the gut!
Franks: Oh no!
JJ Biggs will not be out done in this match as he's insanely running towards the ropes. JJ Biggs suicide dive through the ropes to the outside!
Trinity pushes Va'aiga out of the way and hot damn JJ Biggs hits nothing but floor!
Franks: Looks like Trinity was looking out for Va'aiga after all!
Quadros: Biggs would have killed them both if he landed that! That dude is serious tonight!
Trinity and Va'aiga forget about their exchange a moment ago and start to put the boots to Biggs on the outside of the ring. Referee Brown wants
the action back on the mat and has no issue counting them all out if she has to. They both pull Biggs up and toss him spine first into the barrier! Biggs
goes down again holding his back. And there's Trinity turning on Va'aiga again with a knife-edge chop! WHOOOO! Another! WHOOOO! One more!
WHOOOO!
Follow up Muay Thai kick to the gut of Va'aiga! Another! Another! She pulls him in and the head down into a knee strike to the face! Another knee
strike! Another! Another!
Franks: Some vicious knee strikes to the head by Trinity!
Knee! Knee! Knee! Wait! Va'aiga pulls her in tight! TAIAHA! OH!! Va'aiga just dumped Trinity onto the top of her head with the Taiaha! Trinity
bounces off the floor and falls flat out like she's unconscious!
Franks: Damn!
Quadros: There's some love for ya honey!
Va'aiga looks down at his dirty work while the crowd is still buzzing around him. Now he has a cut open head from the knee strikes. He ignores his
injuries and what he's done to Trinity, focusing his attack on JJ Biggs now. Referee Brown slides out of the ring to check on Trinity's condition, she may
need a stretcher!
Va'aiga pulls Biggs up away from the barrier and bounces his face off the ring apron. Tongan Deathgrip locked on by Va'aiga! Up up and down goes
Biggs onto the floor as well with a Polynesian Chokeslam!
Franks: Va'aiga is doing the damage on the outside of the ring!
Boots to the head of JJ Biggs add insult to injury as the PWA World Heavyweight Champion is suddenly the one in control in all aspects of this
match. He pushes the weary Biggs back into the ring and now he's climbing in himself. Referee Brown is still distracted with Trinity's condition for a pin
attempt to be made. Rather Va'aiga applies a half nelson straightjacket to the backside of JJ Biggs and launches him backwards for the Swiss Suplex!
Va'aiga starts yelling in Maori to taunt JJ Biggs, letting him know he's the better wrestler and always will be. Va'aiga backs off and begins to flex his
arm for the kill shot! He stands in a corner in a near three point stance, calling for Biggs to get to his damn feet. C'mon! C'mon! Get up!
Franks: Oh boy! And Referee Brown has just returned to the ring!
Quadros: Stay down Biggs! Stay...down!
Va'aiga is salivating at the prospects of shutting down JJ Biggs and his mouth for good! 'The Featured Attraction' rolls to his side and he's getting
to a knee with his back turned to Va'aiga! Come on, get up! He wants it, he's gonna get it! JJ Biggs is up and here comes Va'aiga running like one pissed
off 16-wheeler with a late load! Special delivery for you JJ Biggs! LAAAAAAAAARIAAAAAAAATNOOOOOOOOO!!! JJ Biggs nearly decapitates Va'aiga
with a superkick out of no where!!
Franks: Oh!
Quadros: Heck yeah! I've never seen 350 pounds floating horizontally in slow motion until now, Carl!
That was just a mean superkick from JJ Biggs! So much behind it he's clutching his knee as if it exploded! Va'aiga is on dream street after that one!
JJ Biggs rubs his knee and stands up straight. He might have a lip from that one! That title may be his very soon though! In fact, he's going for it right
now!
JJ Biggs grabs the laid out Va'aiga by the head and pulls him up. Let's see if that leg holds up! He cinches Va'aiga's tights and powers the big Maori
up! There it is! Va'aiga is vertical and....BOOM!! There's the Brainbuster DDT from JJ Biggs! BIGGS IMPLANT!!!
Quadros: Yes!!
Franks: Oh what a collision with the canvass! Manila has been whipped up into a booing frenzy!
Booooo! JJ Biggs hooks the leg for a historic moment in PWA history! Three years in the making! Down goes Brown for the count as Biggs nods his
head with each slap of the mat! ONE!!... TWO!!... THREEENO!! Trinity with a rolling moonsault press off the top turnbuckle to make the save!! The
crowd POPS as she lands on both men! JJ Biggs rolls to the side clutching his head as he got the worst of it!
Quadros: No! Damn it!
Trinity wastes no time holding her bruised ribcage as she covers the downed Va'aiga! ONE!!.... TWO!!... THREE!!! DING DING DING!! DING DING
DING!!
Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen we have a winner!! Winner by pinfall and brand new Premiere Wrestling Alliance WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT
CHAMPION......TRRRINNNITY!!
The crowd pops as “Headstrong” kicks back up while she falls over to her side! JJ Biggs is clutching his neck and can't believe it! It was his damn
win! It was HIS damn work that made the fucking pinfall damn it!
Franks: Oh! Trinity sneaks in there and defeats the two largest men in PWA to win the World Heavyweight Championship!
Quadros: Oh God this company has gone to pot! Damn it damn it damn it!
Va'aiga remains laid out from the Biggs Implant and will have to look at the replay later to see what the hell happened. Referee Brown hands the
PWA World Heavyweight Championship belt to Trinity and she clutches it while getting up. JJ Biggs flips out and kicks Trinity in the gut, causing a roar of
boos!
Franks: Damn it JJ! The Hell is wrong with you?
He yanks Trinity up into the air and BIGGS IMPLANT on her too! BOOOOO! He starts laying in the stomps to Trinity before she can even get a
proper celebration! Wait! Here comes Slade!
Franks: Slade! Slade is coming down to the ring!
Quadros: Get out of here you fruit loop!
The crowd cheers for Slade but wait, Ryan Shane pops out of the crowd and cuts him off on the ramp way! Slade and Shane are trading blows!
Right from Slade! Left from Shane! Right from Slade! Left from Shane! JJ Biggs picks up the World Title and throws it down with disgust. He pulls Trinity
up again and this time there's a SHOCKWAVE piledriver onto the title belt! Trinity has been spiked on the title belt! BOOOOO!!
Quadros: You won't be champ for long, babe!
Slade and Ryan Shane spill their fight out into the crowd and seem to get further and further away from the ring. JJ Biggs starts stomping on
Trinity for extra measure. Now he's stomping on the unconscious Va'aiga! Referee Brown tries to stop him but she gets pushed down!
Franks: Enough Biggs!
Wait! Here comes NIGHTTRAIN! NightTrain is running down to the ring! The crowd pops! He slides in as Biggs doesn't see him! Right hand from
NightTrain! Another! Another! He tosses JJ Biggs to the ropes and he bounces off...DIAMOND BLAST!! What a spinebuster from NightTrain to save the
day for Murderers' Row if he's still with them or not! JJ Biggs bounces off the mat and he's rolling out of the ring in pain! “NightTrain! NightTrain!
NightTrain!”
Franks: Is NightTrain still with the Row? Or was this to help his on again, off again tag team partner?
Quadros: Who cares! JJ Biggs was robbed again!
SHORT LIVED RETIREMENT? TRY A HOSPITAL STAY
Written by: Neil
Buck: Miranda Buck here and oh my God, it appears Jose' Jose' has just come out of retirement!
The 'Breaking News' bar flashes across the bottom of the screen as the legendary Mexican jobber Jose' Jose' steps out from the shadows with his
finger raised high, pronouncing his greatness without a word spoken! Photographers and media personalities alike form in the hallway, lighting it up with
blinding flash photography.
Ray Quadros: This is awesome news, Carl! This promotion is saved!
Carl Franks: But he said he retired for good last week. Make up your damn mind Jose'!
Here come the questions from the media as Jose' Jose' trots down the hallway like a man of great importance.
Buck: Is it true, Jose'? Are you back?
Interviewer #2: Did you do it for more money? Maybe the women?
Interviewer #3: Are you addicted to getting your ass kicked each week to entertain the fans?
Interviewer #4: Is your work visa re-newed? Will you ever wrestle again in the United States or is Joe Arpaio going to chase you down and force
you to clean his tent city?
Interviewer #5: Jose'! If there's one thing you could say to the kids out there, what would it be?
Jose' Jose' the great jobber in his Green Bay Packers cheese hat and purple Minnesota Vikings #4 Brett Favre jersey over his torso, stops to
confront the media and answer some question. WAIT! NO! Captain Howdy in a rage comes out of no where and blasts Jose' Jose' across the back of
the neck! He starts stomping on him as the media is awestruck! Captain Howdy throws Jose' Jose' into a wall and then bounces his head off some
moving equipment! He opens up the trunk case and SLAMS it down onto Jose' Jose's fingers!
Jose' Jose': AHHHHHH!!
Franks: My word!
Jose' Jose' retrieves his broken fingers and looks at them in pain. Howdy with a kick the gut. Turns him inside out and....PLAYTIME'S OVER straight
onto the Green Bay Packers cheese wedge hat! Here comes a security man to stop Howdy! Thumb to the throat by Howdy and he drops the poor man
onto the concrete with a Pez Dispenser!
Quadros: Damn!
Captain Howdy grabs interviewer #1 and spikes him head first into the concrete wall with a toss! He smacks interviewer #2 right in the face with
interviewer #1's microphone! Now he's stomping on him as Miranda Buck runs for her life!
Franks: Someone needs to stop him! Captain Howdy is out of control!
A photographer is stupid enough to continue taking pictures until Captain Howdy grabs the camera and twists it over his shoulder, choking the
poor man out with his own camera! Here comes another brave security man. Captain Howdy kicks him in the knee cap and he goes down in a heap.
Security man: My leg! Oh my leg! It's broken!
Howdy shuts him up by punting him in the jaw! He grabs another media man and throws him face first into a glass vending machine! Here comes
more security. One, two, three, maybe eight of them! Howdy pulls out that knife he used to cut down the Mistress and dares someone to come on and
get slashed.
Franks: Put the knife down, Howdy! God damn!
He lunges at a couple of them with the knife, drawing the security team back. Captain Howdy runs into an open doorway and here comes security
to round him up. He slams the door in their face and locks it!
Quadros: Hey! That's the Commissioner's office!
Captain Howdy can be heard going ballistic in Butcher's office as things are being thrown around while he redecorates! Security stands behind the
shut door and lets Howdy cool down.
Franks: Everybody needs to clear out of here! Captain Howdy is on a rampage!
NO TURNING BACK
Written by: Andrew
~ Glen Watts, aka, the current incarnation of Terminus, is shown inside his locker room, making the final preparations for what could be the final match
of his professional wrestling career, and has a slightly perturbed look in his eyes as he leans back against the wall and tries to recall some important
information about his opponent. ~
Terminus: All right...Let's think...What did it say on that disc that Carmichael gave me? Town likes to feint low to make it seem like he's going for
the take down, and then likes to quickly go upstairs with...Was it the knee or the uppercut?
Damn...I wish I could remember which one it was at the moment...
*Shrugs* Oh well, I'll find a way to deal with either attack. Because at this point, I don't have much choice but to do that...
At this point, there's no turning back...
*Stares up at the clock* All right...Nearly time...
Which means, knowing my luck, that someone is going to start knocking right at this very moment.
~ And, of course, no sooner do these words escape his lips than knocking begins to be heard at the door. Terminus shakes his head and chuckles
as he rises to his feet and makes his way over to the locker room entrance. ~
Terminus: Can I call these things or what?
~ With that, the masked man opens the door and goes wide-eyed as he regards the sight of his sister standing there, with a concerned
expression on her face. ~
Terminus: Nina!?
Nina: Hi, Glen...I was just going to come here to wish you luck, but...but I ran into someone on the way here, and kinda had to help him out....
Terminus: Who?
Nina: I...I think he said his name was Mike, or something. He said he was responsible for doing pyrotechnics in this federation.
Terminus: Mike Marsh...
Nina: That's his name. Anyway, I guess you had been talking to him about modifying that crazy match stipulation that Field wanted...*Shakes
head* And, from the sound of it making it even crazier...
Terminus: Yeah...We had talked about something like that. What...What happened to him?
Nina: The Outfit happened to him, Glen. They really did a number on his hand...And I guess they found out about what the two of you had talked
about...
Terminus: Ahhhhhhh......Crap. That sucks. I...I'm gonna have to talk to Mike and his mother and apologize to the two of them for getting him
involved in this. Not that they have any reason to accept it, of course...They'll probably curse my name from this point on...
Nina: I wouldn't worry too much about that, Glen. In fact, just before the medics took him to the hospital, he asked me to tell one final thing...
He said, and I quote, "Tell Terminus that I'm sorry I had to tell them about the barbed wire...But tell him as well that I didn't tell them EVERYTHING
about the wire..."
Terminus, shaking his head: Son of a bitch...
Nina, staring intently at her brother: Big brother...What did that mean...?
~ Terminus stares up at the clock, takes a deep breath and motions for his sister to follow as he steps out of the locker room. ~
Terminus: Oh, you'll find out, Sis...And so will Tony...
He's soon going to learn everything about the barbed wire...
And be the time he realizes everything about it, and about what I'm prepared to do to win this match, it will be way too late for him to do anything
about it...
'Cause there's just no escape from what's gonna happen to him, Nina...
~ A slight smile flickers through the mask of Terminus as he begins to make his way toward the ring entrance and makes a final comment in a
whispered tone of voice. ~
Terminus: Nope...There's no turning back at all.
EXTREME RING
Terminus vs. Tony Field
Written by: Andrew
Terminus pins Tony Field to keep his PWA career.
STAY AWAY, FROM CAPTAIN HOWDY
Written by: Rich
(The view returns to the backstage area, where we again see Captain Howdy stalking the halls.)
Quadros: How the hell did he get out there?
(As if in answer, the scene moves to the room just outside of Butcher's office, where the remnants of the earlier carnage are still evident on the
walls and floor. Now, there are also three security guards, laid out in various parts of the room, moaning and clutching at their necks or stomachs. Two
other security guards are outside the room, and the camera turns to them.)
GUARD#1: Screw this. I don't get paid enough for this.
GUARD#2: No kidding. I just called the EMT's to help the guys. They should be here in a minute or two.
GUARD#1: Good. Once they're safe, we can get the hell out of here.
(The scene shifts again, showing the Captain, as he stalks the halls, screaming "BUTCHER!!!" every few seconds. A door opens just down the hall,
and out stumbles Jose Jose, battered, bloodied and bandaged.)
Franks: Oh god, GET OUT OF THERE JOSE!!!
(Unfortunately for him, Jose Jose can't hear the frantic announcer. However, he does turn around just in time to see Captain Howdy coming
toward him. He turns to run, but it's too late. Howdy grabs him by the waist and collar, and uses him as a battering ram to open the next door. Howdy
looks into the room, and screams)
HOWDY: BUTCHERRRRR!!!! Come out here, you coward!!!
(Seeing noone in the room, Howdy continues down the hall, dragging Jose Jose with him, and once again using him to smash the next door open.
This continues for maybe five or six doors, until poor Jose Jose is just a bloody, limp mess. Finally, Howdy gets out to the loading dock area, and drops
the Mexican legend to the ground. He looks around for a few moments, before remembering that the video showed the truck that Nadia was taken in
outside. He grabs Jose Jose again, and drags him to the exit door. With a huge heave, he throws the poor man right out the door, and walks out
before it swings shut. Jose Jose is lying at the bottom of the stairs, as Howdy actually walks on him as he continues to yell and scream for the Butcher
to show himself. After a few moments, he walks around the building, and the camera goes back to Jose Jose, or what is left of him, as the scene fades
to black.)
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