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REDEMPTION II Wednesday, November 26th, 2008 L.A. Memorial Coliseum in Los Angeles, California GAUNTLET MATCH Jostrodomus VS Fire Flame Dan Manheim Dan Manheim pinned Jostrodomus to earn the victory. Jostrodomus will not be the special guest referee during the Butch Match. CHAMP TO CHAMP Commissioner Butcher is seen roaming the back halls of the L.A. Memorial Coliseum in his trusty black wrestling gear with an orange stripe. The TNW World Heavyweight Championship belt is around his waist as he proudly wears it as if making a statement from a time not too long ago. With his Butch Match against Jason Sandman not too far away tonight, he is looking to tie up one loose end before preparing for war. He stops in front of a door that has a star plaque on it. Engraved in the center is the name ‘Terminus’. He grinds his teeth for a moment before putting a not so happy smile over his face. The Butcher begins to knock on the door. A familiar female voice can be heard groaning in annoyance as the door opens, revealing Natalie, looking slightly flushed of feature and garbed in slightly disheveled clothing. Miss Snow looks less than thrilled, and the smile that greets him with is dazzling, but obviously not the least bit sincere. Natalie: Why, Mr. Cortez...what a...pleasant...surprise. The Butcher: Ah, Miss Snow. Good to see you. I hope I am not disturbing anything? Natalie, rolling her eyes: Oh...just a quiet...pleasant...conversation, Cortez. Well, we'll just have to resume it...*stares pointedly at The Butcher*....after you leave. In any event, what can we do for you? The Butcher: Conversation? Oh I could be up for that, Natalie. Where is our Champion? There is something I must discuss with him while I have the chance. Natalie: But of course. (Natalie motions the Butcher inside with sweeping gesture of her arm while mouthing the word "Butcher" to the PWA World Heavyweight Champion as the masked man comes into view) The Butcher: Carry on Doorwoman Snow. Terminus: To what do I owe this pleasure, Cortez? The Butcher: Good evening, Terminus. I hope all is well. Can I get you anything? A pillow? Refreshments maybe? Terminus: Why, yes, thank you for asking. I think some Tylanol capsules would be wonderful...*smirks*...Because it seems that we both feel the need to take them after our previous conversations have ended. (The expression beneath the mask becomes dead serious as the PWA World Champion stares directly at The Butcher) Terminus: But, enough with the pleasantries, James. I don't particular feel like keeping up this charade and something tells me you don't either. What brings you here to see your long-time adversary, and the friend of the man you'll be facing later on tonight? The Butcher sneers as he steps further into the room. The Butcher: I can understand that, Terminus. You’ve been playing a charade long enough. Perhaps it is time to give you a break. Especially tonight of all nights. Terminus: And how, exactly, have I been playing a charade, Cortez? Whether you choose to admit it or not, I've been quite open about my intentions ever the opening of the PWA, and long before that for that matter. The Butcher: To a point, yes, you’ve been exactly who I’ve known you to be. That cannot be denied no matter what past, present, and future opponents of yours may say. But I am talking about another charade. One where you stood in front of me and lied for who knows how long. He makes his way over to a table where a nice tray of fruit has been laid out. The Butcher picks up an apple and shines it off with his hand. The Butcher: How long did you have the pictures, Evan? (Terminus and Natalie exchange glances for a moment, and then Miss Snow nods her head. Terminus mirrors this reaction as he watches Natalie head toward the door.) Natalie: I'll leave the two of you alone to talk. I...I think that I'm feeling the need to get some Tylanol myself. (With that, she exits, leaving the two long time adversaries alone in the room.) Terminus: Have a seat, Jimmy. The Butcher: If you don’t mind, I’ll stand, Champ. Terminus: Suit yourself. (The PWA Champion takes a deep breath and chuckles slightly as he shakes his head.) Terminus: I've got to say, Butch, that I felt a bit of satisfaction when Nikki slapped you in the face at Violation 31, and more than a little vindication when you began to incur the wrath of the fans in the weeks that followed. But...I can't say that I felt terribly surprised when I examined the contents of a yellow manila envelope appeared in my mail in the weeks that followed High Stakes. The whole explanation for your so-called betrayal just seemed a little to...convenient. (Terminus folds his arms and stares directly at the Commissioner.) Terminus: When Jason...the Angel...and I were at one another's throats, we knew that the only way to provide a satisfactory resolution to the conflict was The Final Solution Match...but none of the powers that be felt the same way as we did...So I decided to use the pictures in order to secure Daz's approval for the match. Once that match was finished, I was then going to send them to you, so that you could know the truth about the situation. (Terminus lets out a bitter laugh as he reaches over and takes an apple off the tray.) Terminus: Of course, we know what happened during Point of No Return, and, more to the point, we know what happened in the weeks that followed. (The Champion levels a nasty withering glare in the Commissioner’s direction) Terminus: You took every opportunity to act like a pompous jackass. You booked Natalie and Mary Katherine into a Wash My Dishes match, and then took it upon yourself to antagonize Jason at every given opportunity. And, you were so effective at doing so that you caused him to revert to the Angel! (Terminus casts a disgusted glance in the direction of the Butcher as he watches him give his trademark sneer.) Terminus: Should I have sent those pictures to you sooner? Perhaps. Do a feel a measure of guilt for not doing so? Maybe. But Jimmy... (The New Age Punisher folds his arms as he levels an intense stare at The Butcher.) Terminus: In many ways, you brought this fate upon yourself...Through your arrogance...Through your inability to take other viewpoints into consideration but you own...and your complete inability to admit that every now and then, you might be wrong. (Terminus punctuates that statement by taking a bite of the apple, and smiles slightly through his mask as he waits for the Butcher's reply.) The Butcher: So you stood by and withheld evidence while an innocent man was convicted in the public eye. Interesting. I didn’t think your hatred of me sunk that low. Your attempts to teach me a lesson had one unnecessary casualty, Terminus. And that’s my wife. For that miscalculation, you will pay dearly. As Commissioner, I shouldn’t feel the need to cheer for one man or the other in tonight World Championship match, but in this case, I am sure you know who I will be rooting for. (Terminus shakes his head in disbelief) Terminus: Cortez, did it ever occur to you that Nikki knew all along that those pictures weren't real!? She's a professional photographer after all, and would know very well if a picture has been edited, or photo shopped! (Terminus glares with venom at the Commissioner) Terminus: She elected to dance with the devil named Daz Van Dyke, and for that, she paid a heavy price. Still...would you rather she paid the same price as Kayleigh...to be committed to the same institution that housed Nadia Snow once her purpose had been served!? You can root for me, or against me all you want, James, but the fact remains is that I did what needed to be done...and given how many times you utter that refrain throughout the course of a day, one would think you understand! Huffing and puffing, seething beyond his sneer, Commissioner Butcher throws the apple at a Redemption II poster on the wall. The glass frame shatters onto the floor as Natalie Snow comes rushing in. The Butcher: What needs to be done has yet to see fruition! Two have yet to receive their punishment. The Angel’s is coming tonight. Yours will soon follow. That I am sure. The two share an unpleasant stare as Natalie Snow seems to be growing more angry herself. Terminus: You can see yourself out the door, Cortez. The Commissioner nods as he walks towards the door but stops and looks at Natalie Snow. He then looks back at Terminus with a smirk and scoffs. He leaves the locker room as Natalie Snow slams the door behind him. GIRLFRIEND vs. HAIR MATCH Jack Gaither VS Victor Jace The opening phrase "God works in mysterious ways.." from "One Vision" is played, but the lights go out, and the intro to "Cosmos Rockin'" starts up. Various images of Jack Gaither's matches flash by on the big screen; at the height of the intro, the words "THE GOLDEN EAGLE FLIES AGAIN!" appear on screen. Gold-colored pyro and green confetti go off as Jack Gaither and Samantha Teague make their way to the ring, giving every fan sitting near the ramp a high-five along the way. Once in the ring, Samantha and Jack pose to the cheering crowd as more green-and-gold confetti falls from the ceiling. Quadros: Gaither, always the fan favorite, seems to have the crowd behind him even more tonight. Franks: Well, anybody would going into a fight with someone like Victor Jace. Quadros: Hey, Jace has done what he needed to get under Gaither's skin. Franks: And I think he has, look at the face of Gaither. 'Spit it out' begins to play over the loud speaker as the lights turn blue, shrouding the entire arena in a creepy glow. A rather bulky image can be seen standing at the head of the ramp, his arms resting on his side as the lights come back on, revealing Victor Jace and his constantly sadistic smile. With an arrogant strut, he begins his descent to the ring, climbing up the stairs and going in-between the ropes as the fans begin to show their hatred for him. With a proud loon on his face, he stands on the middle rope, leans towards the crowd, and yells at them. Before he can turn around, Gaither takes advantage and clubs him in the back of the head, hanging him up by his midsection across the top rope. Franks: It doesn't look like Gaither's going to wait for this one to start. The referee calls for the bell, but it doesn't effect either of the wrestlers as Gaither continues on the attack. He grabs Jace by the legs and rips him off the ropes leaving him to fall face first onto the mat. Gaither then drops an elbow to the down Jace. He gets up and begins to drop another one when Jace rolls out of the way. Both men hurry to their feet and Gaither leaps for a dropkick, but he is tossed aside by Jace. Quadros: And that very well could be the theme to this match. Can Gaither’s heart and crafty style overcome the sheer size and strength of Victor Jace? Franks: It’s true. Jace is incredibly strong, but don’t count out his technical skills. Quadros: But with this much of a size advantage, why not throw him around? Gaither attempts to get back to his feet, but is met by a closed hand from Jace. The referee warns him to on the legality of it, but he shrugs it off as he whips Gaither around with a snap suplex. Jace takes his time getting to his feet as Gaither holds his back and grimaces in pain. Jace then stomps his head once for good measure before forcefully pulling him up by his hair. He then sends Gaither running into the ropes with an Irish whip. Gaither comes back quick and ducks a clothesline from Jace. He bounces off the opposite rope and runs right into a 180 spinebuster. Jace makes the cover. ...1 ...2 And a kickout from Gaither just in time. Franks: A great spinebuster from Jace there, but it’s too early to count Gaither out here. Jace shakes his head and supports a brief argument with referee which dies rather quick. He then brings Gaither back to his feet and locks his arms around his waist. He sends Gaither flying back with a German suplex. Gaither lands hard on his head and continues to roll back until he is propped up in the corner with his head on the bottom turnbuckle. Jace then gets up and introduces his foot to Gaither’s neck, choking him against the turnbuckle. The referee starts the four count and Jace releases the hold just as he gets to four. Franks: Come on, that’s not legal. Quadros: It’s legal for 3.99 seconds and I’d say that’s when he released. He begins to choke Gaither again, when Sam gets up on the apron. She begins to yell at the referee. As he attends to her, Jace comes over to do the same. The referee moves out of the way just in time for Jace to receive a large bitch slap across the face. Instead of becoming pissed, a sadistic smile comes across his face. Franks: Oh no, when is this girl going to learn to stay out of matches? Jace grabs a chuck of Sam’s hair in the back of her head. Then, as she begins to scream, Gaither hits a low blow from behind. Jace releases her and curls into the fetal position. The referee turns to see him on the ground and looks confused. Gaither drops an elbow across Jace’s sternum. He jumps to the ropes where Sam was standing and hits an asai moonsault. He holds on for the cover. ...1 ...2 Jace throws Gaither off violently. Gaither looks at him in shock. Quadros: Amazing. Just sheer strength. Jace gets to his feet and they stare each other down from across the ring. They each take several steps forward until they are face to face. After a moment of anticipation building, Gaither rears back and fires a right hand landing squarely on Jace's jaw. Jace fires back with an identical shot. Follow by another from Gaither. Jace...Gaither...Jace...Gaither....Jace goes to fire another but Gaither counters. Gaither hits another and another. The crowd erupts in a huge face pop. Franks: Gaither picking up some huge momentum here! Gaither lands one more shot and then drops back off the ropes. He bounces back and lands a clothesline. Jace is right back up and Gaither goes off of an adjacent rope and hits yet another clothesline. Jace gets right back up and Gaither hits the rope again. This time he comes back flying with a spinning wheel kick, but Jace catches him in midair. He takes a second and readjusts the struggling Gaither and then proceeds to toss him out of the ring with a fall away slam. Quadros: And that’s how you stop momentum...just like that. Sam rushes to tend to Gaither as Jace stands in the ring, yelling at members of the crowd as they boo him. After having enough with the crowd, he refocuses on Gaither. He climbs down out of the ring and shoots a sharp stare Sam’s way, sending her scurrying off. The referee starts the ten count. Meanwhile, Jace takes the limp Gaither up and slams his head against the barricade. He lets him fall to the floor and then looks down at him in disgust. He rolls in and out of the ring to break up the count and then heads back for Gaither. He picks Gaither up and stalls for a moment, before hitting the anticipated suplex. Then, sick of the outside, he rolls Gaither back in the ring. Quadros: His back has got to be killing him. There is absolutely no padding on the floor outside. Gaither attempts to make it back to his feet, but is humbled by a punch from Jace. Jace then grabs him and sets him up in a corner, before hoisting him up on top of the rope. Jace climbs up after him and begins to set up for the superplex. Franks: This could be the beginning of the end for “The Golden Eagle”! Jace begins to lift, but Gaither hooks his leg around the top buckle. Jace gives it another effort, but with the same result. Gaither then musters his strength and tosses Jace to the mat. Jace begins to hurry to his feet and Gaither rises on the buckle. Gaither is first to get to his feet and with Jace shortly after, Gaither leaps and hits a top rope corkscrew. Both men lie motionless on the mat as the referee starts the standing ten count. ...1 ...2 ...3 Jace begins to make his first move back to his feet as Gaither remains motionless. ...4 ...5 Jace makes it to the ropes where he starts to help himself back to his feet. Gaither, meanwhile begins to roll over in pain ...6 ...7 ...8 Gaither makes it a knee as Jace kills the count at 8. Gaither struggles to his wobbly feet as Jace takes off running. He dives at him for a spear, but Gaither somehow manages to get a knee up, cracking Jace against the jaw. Jace falls hard to the mat and Gaither signals for the Samba Slam. Franks: What a turn this is. A countered superplex and now a countered spear and Gaither’s looking to finish. Gaither turns and looks at Jace who is nearly back vertical. Then suddenly a tone hits the speakers... “Warm yourself by the fire, son” Gaither’s head spins around and looks at the ramp with terror. The music then stops, but his stare is unbreakable. Finally, he snaps himself out of his trace and refocuses at the task at hand. He hits Jace once over the head and knocks him back to the mat when... “And the morning will come soon” Franks: What was that? Quadros: Sounded like music. The same tones follow the words and Gaither falls back into his trace. Worried and scared. The song continues... “I’ll tell you stories of a better time, in a place that we once knew” Jace, with Gaither in a trace slides out of the ring. He grabs a steel chair and slides back in the ring. “Before we packed our bags and left all this behind us in the dust”. Sam jumps onto the apron to warn both the referee and Jack of the pending attack. Gaither remains staring scared at the ramp as the referee goes over to get her off the apron. Sam shrieks and Gaither turns around just in time to kick Jace in the stomach. He drops the chair and Gaither hoists him in the air. He does a 360 and then drives Jace down into the chair. He makes the cover while looking towards the ramp. ...1 ...2 ...3 Franks: Gaither wins! Gaither wins! Quadros: Yeah, but he doesn’t seem to happy about it. He looks like he’s waiting for somebody. Sam joins him in the ring, but his music does not play. Instead the other song continues. “We had a place that we could call home and a life no one could touch.” Gaither signals quickly for Sam to get out of there. He faces the ramp and clenches his fists ready to fight, whoever’s music this is. Then suddenly from behind, a man wearing a baby blue suit featuring the letters “AR” enters the ring holding a title. Gaither turns around just in time to take a shot off the dome. The man smiles as he glances at the title engraved with giant letters “AWG”. He looks down at Gaither who appears to be out cold and yells in his face. Pierce Cavanaugh: It’s not yours Jackie boy! AWG will never be yours! Pierce throws the title belt over his shoulder as “Prayer of the Refugee” by Rise Against plays in its’ entirety. He exits the rings with a flip over the top rope, landing outside the ring gracefully. He walks up the ramps and looks back just once to smile. Gaither, who is now being tended to by Sam. He looks towards the ramp as if he has just seen a ghost. Franks: Oh man! Somebody from Jack Gaither's past, Ray! It all makes sense now! It's not yours...means Pierce Cavanaugh has shown up in PWA to reclaim the AWG name from Gaither! Quadros: Come now! We don't need people from other places fighting their battle on our turf! Unless Pierce Cavanaugh is now a PWA wrestler? Angered by the sneak attack, Jack Gaither comes back to his feet. He picks up the hair clippers and sets Victor Jace up. Looking back at Cavanaugh with a look of distain, Gaither begins trimming the hair of Victor Jace! Clumps of hair here! Clumps of hair there! Ha! Even Samantha Teague is getting involved! Franks: I take it Jack Gaither has no formal training in cutting hair, eh? Quadros: No! The beautiful locks of Victor Jace have been massacred! The Board of Directors aren't going to be happy about this! JUST HANGING AROUND Franks: What a tremendous match that was!! Quadros: You say that all the time. They can't all be that good, you know. Franks: I...wait...hold on a second. I'm...I'm getting word from the back...something has happ...oh God. Quadros: What?? What happened? Franks: I think...the only reason we can show this, Ladies and Gentlemen, is because we are on Pay Per View. Still, I would strongly suggest that any young children, or people with a weak stomach, should be removed from the room. Quadros: Whoa...that's got to be something good. Let's see it. The camera moves to the back area, where we first see a large pool of blood on the floor. Slow and steady drips are adding to this pool, as the camera slowly pans upward. Wrestlers and officials are standing around, unable to believe what they are seeing, and one of them even turns and loses his lunch on the floor not far away. When the camera moves the rest of the way up, we see why. Hanging from the rafters, some ten feet off the floor, is the body of Mary Katherine. She is in what would be considered a severely tight hogtie, her elbows and knees tied together and her body bowed back. Her clothing is in tatters, looking like it was just shredded while she wore it, including her thighs and between. Blood drips from several of the tears, running down her body and to the floor. Her face is a mass of cuts, bruises and welts, her features likely never to be the same. Her top is in absolute ribbons, barely keeping her modesty intact. The most disturbing thing, however, is the fact that she is hanging by a rope tied tightly around her breasts, stretching them obscenely as her entire body weight is supported by them. The officials and EMT's now on scene try desperately to get her down, as the scene moves back to the ringside area. Quadros: Dear lord...I...I can't even begin to... Franks: (Loudly loses his dinner off to the side) Quadros: I feel about the same way. Franks: Let's...let's just get to the next match. #1 CONTENDER TO THE LH TITLE 2-OUT-OF-3-FALLS Nighthawk VS Alex Legend Ring Announcer Freddy Ferdinand: “This next contest is scheduled for the best 2 out of 3 falls with no time limit and is to determine the no. 1 contender for the PWA World Light Heavyweight Title. The referee inside the ring is Pierre French.” (The lights in the arena dim and red strobes begin to flash as "Waking the Demon" by Bullet for my Valentine starts to blast throughout the arena. A few seconds later "The Absolute" Alex Legend steps out from behind the curtain with a sleeveless shirt, black bandana and Aviators on. He makes his way down to the ring slapping hands with the people along the guardrails. Legend slides under the bottom rope then gets on top of the turnbuckle and poses for the fans one last time before taking his entrance attire off.) (As his opponent stands in the center of the ring the house lights in the arena suddenly fade all the way to black and is quickly replaced by blue and white laser lights which draw an appreciative roar from the sold-out crowd. As the laser lights flash in time the roar grows ever louder as the familiar opening strains of "Break It Down Again (Blue Moon Intro)" by Tears for Fears booms out over the sound speakers as Nighthawk stands at the top of the ramp, his profile silhouetted by blue smoke with his wife Sin as the crowd sings the opening part of Blue Moon. Bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet Nighthawk stares a hole through his opponent in the middle of the ring as the crowd claps along in time with the beat of the song and sings “Break It Down Again” in time with the chorus, his ice-blue eyes never leaving his target as he walks down the ramp while enthusiastically shaking hands with every single fan that he can touch as Sin blows kisses to the crowd. Getting on the top turnbuckle Nighthawk raises one finger above his head before crouching down in his corner.) Freddy Ferdinand: “Introducing first, in the corner to my left, from Houston, Texas and weighing in at 230 pounds…. Please welcome…. “The Absolute” Alex Legend!” (As Alex Legend steps out of the corner, looking through his opponent, the crowd tosses in black and red streamers and roars lustily.) Freddy Ferdinand: “His opponent is from Chicago, Illinois and weighed in tonight at 185 pounds… A former 2-time PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion…. Please welcome “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk!” (As Nighthawk bangs his hands down hard on the mat, raising one finger above his head in anticipation of victory, the crowd tosses in a literal raft of blue and white streamers as they all chant “We Still Love You” and “Next World Champ!”) Franks: Well this is it, Ray, the final and 3rd match between these two with a Light Heavyweight Championship spot on the line! Quadros: I don't even know why Nighthawk is here. He blew his chance all ready! (As Nighthawk and Alex Legend shake hands in the center of the ring, although it is a bit of a tenser situation than it was in their two previous matches, the referee then signals for the bell to be rung. Almost as soon as it is rung, however, Nighthawk and Alex begin to bull back and forth against each other in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, neither man seeming to be willing to relinquish this early bit of high ground. Continuing to work on finding an opening both men finally get broken up by the referee, each man favoring their necks a little bit as the effect of the collar-and-elbow immediately appears to be taking its toll. Walking back into the center of the ring, staring back at each other again, both men go back to the collar-and-elbow tie-up and again try to scratch out an opening for themselves from which to work. Again though neither man appears capable of creating that opening and the referee again forces the break, although this time it appears to take quite a bit more effort on his part to get the two men to break as the motivation for what is on the line appears to be dawning on them.) (Feeling each other out carefully, neither man in any great interest to commit to anything too hastily for fear of making a big mistake, both men again try a collar-and-elbow tie-up and this time Alex tries to sneak out of the back door and sneak into a front headlock which Nighthawk blocks by doing a deep knee bend to escape and smoothly counters himself out right into a top wristlock, quickly tripping out the legs of his opponent to get himself into a further advantage. Once he has the advantage which he is looking for the Chicago native slowly begins to focus on a body part, hooking in a figure-4 armlock which is commonly referred to as an Americana. Cinching it in deep to try and pout as much pressure on the hold as he can the former World Light Heavyweight Champion then moves to his left while still holding onto the Americana, quickly transitioning himself right over into a cross-armbreaker. Hooking in the hold in a textbook fashion by crossing his right foot over his left and pulling in with the feet the “Wrestling Machine” now tries to draw a tap-out, holding onto the hold as Alex scrambles to the ropes eventually getting there.) Franks: Nighthawk continues to be methodical as he targets anybody and everybody's arm. Quadros: It's not really methodical if you know it's coming. People just don't know how to stop it yet. (Getting up staring at his opponent, and smiling a little bit in respect of the smooth mat-wrestling ability that his opponent just showed, Alex offers up a single-handed test of strength attempt. Refusing to say no to this Nighthawk accepts almost immediately only for the Houston native to quickly get the advantage due to his superior strength and weight. Quickly pulling the Chicago native down to the mat Alex goes for a front facelock and gets it for a minute, at least that is until the former World Light Heavyweight Champion slips his way out of the hold and quickly reverses it into a bridging hammerlock, bridging as far back as he can until only the backs of his heels remain on the mat. Locking this hold right in the center of the ring “The Untouchable” tries to scramble his way out of the hold or even reverse his way into something else, only to find that he can’t discover the exit to get out. Trying now to just crawl to the ropes and hopefully figure out a new strategy he gets there, although the “Wrestling Machine” hodls onto the bridging hammerlock until the count of 4. Leaning against the ropes, trying to shake out his left arm, Nighthawk waits for Alex to get back into the center of the ring.) (Trying to slap some feeling back into his left arm Alex again tries to feel his opponent out by going back to a collar-and-elbow tie-up, quickly sneaking himself into a standing neck crank and trying to lock his fingers back behind his opponent’s chin to put even more torque on the hold, or at least tries to considering the shape that his arm appears to be in at the moment. Trying to hold onto the neck crank tight the Houston native quickly moves himself away from the ropes, correctly figuring that he would have left himself too many different openings to counter if he stayed in his previous position. Trying to figure a way to hold onto the neck crank as deep as he can while he scrambles to think of a new strategy “The Absolute” tries to roll himself over into a standing cravate, which Nighthawk blocks by using his leg as a pendulum to corkscrew his way out of the cravate and quickly hits a crucifix pin that gets a 2-count, causing Alex to roll out of the ring and try to think things over.) Franks: Nighthawk has brought his 'A game' tonight, Ray. He's been in control of most of this match so far. Quadros: Give Alex Legend a chance, Carl. This is a big spot for him in his young career. Let him settle down. (Pacing around the outside of the ring for a moment, trying to figure out something new to do as in the ring the referee starts his 20-count, Alex eventually slides back into the ring and tries to slow the pace down by getting a side headlock, putting the crook of his good arm underneath the jaw of Nighthawk to try and put as much pressure on the side headlock as he possibly can. As the Houston native holds on tight to the headlock, sighing for a moment as he appears content to hold onto this for a minute as he tries to catch his breath and formulate a new strategy apparently on the fly, below him the Chicago native blinks his eyes a few times and turns his head into his opponent’s chest to try and loosen as much of the effect of the hold as he can while he continues to blink, apparently running through his mental rolodex of counters while trying to find the exact one that works in this specific situation. Shaking his finger no when the referee asks him if he wants to submit the former World Light Heavyweight Champion instead tries to roll his way out of the hold and eventually clasps his own hands onto his opponent’s neck, pulling down until “The Absolute” releases the hold. Once there the “Wrestling Machine” locks in a cross-armbreaker which Alex tries to counter by rolling onto his stomach, which Nighthawk counters himself by simply floating over into the Hangman’s Clutch. Pulling back on the hold right in the center of the ring, yanking Alex’s body almost vertical to the mat, he finally draws a submission victory as he taps out frantically with his free right arm.) Freddy Ferdinand: “The winner of the first fall… “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk! There will now be a 30-second rest period.” Franks: The Hangman's Clutch draws the first fall, Ray! Nighthawk is ahead and that's not a spot Alex Legend wants to be in! Quadros: I'm surprised Alex Legend held on as long as he did. We'll have to see if any damage has been done to that arm or if it will restrict him at all the rest of this match. (As Nighthawk waits for Alex to get to his feet as the second fall begins, even offering a hand for the Houston native to help him get to his feet, “The Absolute” appears to be seething in anger and embarrassment at losing the first fall. Pacing around the ring, clearly trying to keep his emotions under control, Alex goes back to the collar-and-elbow tie-up and uses the opening to land a gigantic forearm to the head. Blinking his eyes as the forearm registers the Chicago native mouths “So You don’t want to wrestle anymore?” before locking on a standing armbar. Almost as soon as he does it though he counters into an armdrag which sends the Houston native skidding through the ropes and onto the floor, where Nighthawk tries to follow him out. But as he slides through the ropes Alex is there waiting for him and drives him head-first into the ring post, following that up by climbing up to the ring apron and hitting a diving double kneedrop to the floor. Rolling the former World Light Heavyweight Champion into the ring the Houston native shakes out his arm and then proceeds to go on the offensive more, lifting the “Wrestling Machine” up and hitting a fireman's carry throw into a hard kick to the chest.) (Climbing up to the second rope on the inside, shaking his right arm as he does so to somehow try and get rid of the pain, Alex hits a diving senton bomb and covers for a 2-count. as soon as Alex realizes that the count was for 2 he moves into action, pulling Nighthawk up to his feet and drilling him with a roaring forearm smash into a superkick, causing the Chicago native to crumble into the corner where the Houston native follows him in with a booming knee strike to the head. continuing to go with the plan that has gotten him to this position of advantage “The Absolute” pulls the former World Light Heavyweight Champion up by the hair and plants him with a spinning Liger Bomb that gets a 2-count. Banging his hands on the mat that he can’t find the opening to finish this advantage that he now is looking for Alex then applies a clinch and hits a pair of Muay Thai-style knees to the head, leaving him free to land an Ace Crusher on the “Wrestling Machine” before going up to the second turnbuckle on the inside and again hitting a double kneedrop to the pit of the stomach. Pulling Nighthawk up to his knees, as if he is acutely aware that he has to continue this plan of attack, Alex goes for a shining wizard and hits it, covering and getting only a 2-count. Pulling him back up to his feet Alex hits a Side Effect and then rolls him back up to his feet one more time and hits a booming lariat to the head, covering again and screaming out to the heaven when he hears that he got only a 2-count.) Quadros: There we go, Alex! Keep it up! Franks: Legend sure has turned this match around but he's still down by one. (Pulling his opponent up by his hair and tossing him into the corner Alex fires off a straight right hand to the chin followed by a chop to the chest of Nighthawk, repeating the same combination a few times before hitting a backfist to the temple and then springboarding in and trying to land a forearm to the chin. But as he springboards back in the ring the Chicago native is there waiting for him, landing a massive palm strike that echoes throughout the arena and sends Alex face-down against the ring ropes before he collapses to the mat himself, that little bit of exertion having apparently taken the very last bit of his energy that he might have had left. Realizing that now is the opening that he was looking for the former World Light Heavyweight Champion rises to his feet, albeit slowly and on very unsteady legs, and begins to stalk his opponent carefully moving with ever-growing confidence as he slowly begins to get his legs underneath him. Swinging a forearm to try and stop his opponent Alex lands the hold with as much snap on it as he can possibly muster, only to have the “Wrestling Machine” blink his eyes and land a massive forearm of his own. Using that brief opening Nighthawk then strings together 2 rapid-fire step-up enzuigiris one after the other, the first landing on the top of his opponent’s shoulder and the second landing on the back of the head.) (Slowly climbing up to the top turnbuckle Nighthawk tries to shake out the cobwebs before extending his arms out wide and flying off with a picture-perfect double corkscrew moonsault that gets a 2-count. banging his forearms on the mat in frustration that he couldn’t get Alex out of there with that move the Chicago native climbs up to the top rope again and reaches down to pull the Houston native up with him. Once he does Alex quickly counters with a booming knee to the head and then a pair of headbutts, quickly taking advantage of the situation by hitting a top-rope Legend Killer for the 3-count and winning the second fall.) Freddy Ferdinand: “The winner of the second fall, tying the match at one, “The Absolute” Alex Legend. There will now be a 30-second rest period for the third and deciding fall.” Franks: Oh what a move by Alex Legend to tie this back up! Quadros: Is it any surprise, Carl? Legend is a tough customer and Nighthawk just doesn't have a killer instinct! (As Nighthawk lies against the ropes, his eyes glassy to the point where he asks for a bottle of cold water from the ringside attendant to try and reduce the throbbing dull ache in his head, Alex waits patiently for the referee to signal the start of the third fall and then charges the Chicago native looking for another running knee strike to the head. But as “The Absolute” gets closer the former World Light Heavyweight Champion waits until he gets closer and then monkeyflips the Houston native over the ropes and onto the floor. Slowly getting to his feet the “Wrestling Machine” holds onto the ropes to clear his eyes before getting up a head of steam and hitting a spaceman double corkscrew tope, getting up to his feet and slapping hands with the front row of the crowd as he quite clearly is back into the match before continuing to press his advantage by hitting a standing moonsault and then tossing Alex back into the ring. Running a thumb across his throat as though he knows now that this next move will get him the third fall the former World Light Heavyweight Champion goes for a springboard forearm smash only to be forced to roll through at the very last moment when Alex gets out of the way, causing Nighthawk to walk headlong right into a roaring elbow which sends him tumbling to the outside of the ring and Alex follows him out.) (Gritting his teeth as he goes to the floor and picks up Nighthawk before rolling him back into the ring Alex shakes his head in annoyance, perhaps wondering what else he has left to do to get a victory in this third fall. But as he follows him in the Chicago native quickly catches him with a nip-up into a satellite hurricanrana, rolling himself through into the Windy City Stretch. Pulling back on the hold tight the former World Light Heavyweight Champion tries to draw another submission victory, only for Alex to quickly find the ropes and force a break of the hold. As the “Wrestling Machine” quickly stalks his opponent, figuring that he has got him right where he wants him, Alex explodes off of the ropes with a flurry of open-hand slaps and forearms to the head before going for and getting a tilt-a-whirl powerbomb that gets a 2-count. Pulling him up to the top rope “The Absolute” goes for a top-rope crucifix power bomb only to have it countered in mid-air right into a hurricanrana, holding on for a heart-stoppingly close two-count. Banging his forearms against the mat in frustration as he seems to not be sure what else that he has to do to win the match the former World Light Heavyweight Champion goes back up to the top rope and gazes down a second to gauge the distance before coming off with a textbook floating moonsault that, unfortunately for him, hits nothing but knees.) Franks: Oh! Nighthawk miscalculated his damage on Alex Legend and landed hard on the knees! Quadros: You can never count the kid out, Carl! (Quickly taking advantage of the situation Alex again tires to put more pressure on his opponent, quickly landing a looping forearm to the head and then trying to go for the Legend Killer which Nighthawk escapes out of by hitting a step-up enzuigiri to the back of the head, and then quickly flying off of the top rope with a swandive headbutt that lands right on the left shoulder. Looking to try and finish things off the Chicago native picks Alex up and whips him into the ropes looking for a satellite headscissors only to have Alex try and counter out into the Legend Killer again, which this time Nighthawk counters right back out into the Hangman’s Clutch. Pulling back tight on the hold Alex taps out, as Nighthawk slumps against the ropes exhausted.) Freddy Ferdinand: “The winner of the match, and the NEW no. 1 contender for the PWA World Light Heavyweight Title…. “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk!” Franks: What a victory for Nighthawk! Two Hangman's Clutches to win the shot at regaining the Light Heavyweight Championship! Quadros: Tough luck for Alex Legend. He took Nighthawk to his limit and just came up short. EASTERN PROMISES As Nighthawk stands in the center of the ring after his match against Alex Legend, his chest heaving from the sheer exhaustion of their match, a figure jumps over the ringside area and slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope. As the PWA security force rushes the ring, wanting to stop the man from perhaps doing any serious damage, the Chicago native stops them dead in their tracks and sends them to the back, signaling that he and he alone is going to handle this problem. As our cameras get closer, though, we discover that it is in fact Wladimir Nazarov who was the figure that snuck into the ring. Staring at the man whom he vowed he would bring back to Russia at the end of Redemption II Wladimir ask for a microphone from the ringside attendant, which is given to him after yet another bit of encouragement courtesy of Nighthawk. Wladimir, a cocky smirk on his face: “So, Tristan, you ready to leave?” Nighthawk, nodding his head: “My word is my word Wladimir. If it’s alright though I'd like to say a few words.” But as he takes the microphone to his lips the strains of “Nutshell” by Alice in Chains booms out over the sound system as the PWA commissioner, the Butcher, walks to the ringside area and into the ring. Butcher: “No Wladimir. You can’t have him. See while he made a deal with you, you didn’t make a deal with me. And Nighthawk is a valuable commodity of this company so I am not about to watch idly by as some thug snatches him off to Russia for some undetermined period of time. So right now, Nighthawk, I'm voiding your verbal contract with Wladimir. And, Mr. Nazarov, when you exit the arena you will notice that there are representatives from the FBI and the Russian Police who will be more than willing to discuss with you what your actual business here was. Goodnight.” As Wladimir yells curses as fast as he can make them up in the general direction he never hears the crowd chant “’Hawk’s Gonna Kill You” and the screaming war cry of “COME ON!!!!!!!!!!!” that leaves the mouth of Nighthawk. Turning around Wladimir is knocked into next year by the biggest palm strike that Nighthawk has ever landed, sending him tumbling through the ropes and out to the floor. COFFEE RUN The camera moves to the locker room of Terminus, as he and Natalie talk about the match for the World Title later in the evening. They laugh for a moment, before the mood turns somber, and the camera begins to pick up what they are saying. Natalie: I can't believe what that bastard did to Mary Katherine. Evan, you need to make him pay for that tonight. You need to put an end to him, my Love. Terminus: He's gone over the line this time, and I promise you, I will make sure he pays for it. Natalie: I know, my love. It's just...she...I need to get some air. Would you like anything? A cup of coffee, perhaps? Terminus: No, thank you. But go ahead if you must, just be careful. Natalie: You know I will. The camera moves along with Natalie, as she exits the room, making sure to look cautiously all around before she proceeds. She walks to the commisary area, where there are two large, metal coffee machines on a table. She takes a styrofoam cup, and turns to pour some, when someone calls her name. Natalie. Natalie, look at me. Natalie turns around, and sees her sister, Nadia, standing before her. Her face still has the stitches in it from the attack she suffered a week before. Nadia is wearing a black leather catsuit, with a chain belt, and high heeled boots. She smiles at her sister mockingly, as Natalie's eyes widen. Nadia: What, didn't expect to see me here? Natalie: I thought you'd learned your lesson last week. I guess I was wrong. Nadia: Oh no, Sister, I'm not the one you have to worry about. That would be Her. Nadia points to the side, and as Natalie turns, she gets absolutely cleaned out by a vicious chairshot to the face. She falls to the floor, knocked senseless for a few moments. When she starts to come to, Nadia and the Mistress are standing over her. Nadia: Still take your coffee black, sister? The Mistress and Nadia grab Natalie by her arms, and haul her to her feet. Then, they pull hard, and whip her head first into one of the giant coffee urns. The metal dents severely, sending the hot liquid sloshing out onto the table. Natalie hits the floor hard, holding her head. Mistress: How about a second cup? Again the two women of the Captain's Cult lift Natalie, and they ram her into the second urn even harder. Natalie is bleeding from the scalp heavily now, and is barely conscious. Nadia turns, and grabs an empty urn, and smashes it over the back of her sister's head, a loud ringing sound coming from the metal container. Natalie is not moving, as the two women look down upon her. They then turn and walk away, as the EMT's rush to Natalie's aid. MASTER OF HORRORS MATCH Tom Fury VS Brad Kane Quadros: Ugh, this match, just ugh. I hope this does Brad Kane away for good. Go Team Fury! Franks: And the structure is about the ring. Everything is set in place, including the two platforms on top where a couple of "items" are placed for use whenever one of them has the time to get to it if they wish. Quadros: You done? Shut up. "Woke Up This Morning" by Alabama 3 (A3) starts up as the crowd begins to boo. Tom Fury steps out as his usual pyro goes off before he heads to the ring. The cage is still up in the air as he walks around the boards placed at ringside. He slides into the ring, focused on wanting to end the career of Brad Kane here this evening. Franks: This match should be most interesting. Quadros: When Fury kills Kane! The start of "Inhuman Creation Station" starts up as Brad Kane steps out from the back, dressed in blue jeans and a wifebeater inside of his usual attire. No title, nothing with him as he sprints down to the ring as fast as he possibly can. Fury slides out as the crowd cheers Brad. He doesn't make any movements, just waiting for Fury to get back into the ring as the structure begins to come down from the ceiling. Quadros: I hope Brad Kane is out of this promotion for good tonight. Franks: God you're a dick... Once the structure is down, Fury slides into the ring. Brad tries to take a couple of stomps but Tom slides out of the ring once again. The crowd boos as Brad leans in the corner as Tom gets back in. Brad rushes him and spears him down to the mat right away and begins to rain down with right hands. Fury is able to block most of them here in the early going as Brad rolls back up to his feet. Tom goes vertical himself as he loosens up a little bit, also trying to get into the mind of Brad Kane. Fury shakes his head before rushing Brad, knocking him down with a hard elbow strike to the temple. Brad gets right back up to his feet, slapping Tom in the face! Fury looks upset as Brad hits him with a right hand directly in the jaw now. Fury goes to his backside as he gets back up, getting into the face of Brad Kane as he gets a knee to the stomach. Fury kneels over over Brad kicks him in the ribs. Franks: Looks like both of them are trying to take it easy here in the early portion of this match. Quadros: Bitch please, Fury is toying with Kane. Fury falls back onto the mat as Brad lifts him back up and throws him to the floor. He lands on non board area as he goes into the cage siding. Brad slides out of the ring, grabbing a chair from the side of the structure. He sets it on the floor in the open position as he grabs a second from the cage. Brad keeps this one in his hands as Fury is back up. A home run shot misses as Brad connects with the cage. Fury punches him right in the kidney before slamming Brad's head against the steel. Brad doesn't go down as Tom begins to kick the back of Brad Kane repeatedly. While Brad leans against the cage, Tom grabs a chair and smacks Brad in the back of the head. The crowd groans as Fury does it a second time! Kane crumples to the floor as Tom begins to smile sadistically. Quadros: What'd I tell you? Franks: Shut up. Brad Kane might have a concussion here! Quadros: Surprise, surprise... Fury lifts up Brad Kane and throws him into the cage again. Brad staggers backwards as Fury pushes him, mockingly, back into the cage. As he shakes his head, Brad lifts up his elbow catching Fury right in the nose as blood starts to spurt out. Brad looks to be bleeding himself now from the sharpness of the cage, his face turning red as Fury holds onto his nose. Brad grabs another chair off the cage as he throws it at Fury's head, sending him back a few steps. Fury does the same thing! Fury keeps yanking and throwing more chairs at Brad until he's slumped down, completely covered as Fury runs and dropkicks the chairs all over the body of Brad Kane! The crowd boos as Tom gets back up, lifting Brad off of the floor as they're near the barbed wire boards. Fury headbutts Brad a couple of times before lifting Brad up into the air and suplexing him onto a board! The crowd goes insane as Brad's shirt is ripped off completely as Fury puts him back into the ring before lifting the apron cover and pulling out a couple of tin cans and a staple gun! The crowd jeers Fury as he takes a tin and the staple gun into the ring. Fury stomps on Brad a couple of times before cradling his head and driving some staples into his skull! Franks: Oh come on! This is sadistic! Quadros: Hey, this was Kane's idea and Fury is taking advantage of it. The staples keep on digging into the head of Brad Kane as Fury looks to be finished with it for now. The staple gun gets tossed out of the ring as he grabs the tin and opens it. Out pours quite a few thumbtacks as they land on the mat. That grin is on Fury's face again as he lifts Brad up off the mat, blood pouring from his head, staining his face and chest red. Brad fires off a couple of elbows as Fury backs into the ropes as he comes back into a perfect dropkick. Kane begins to fire up as he puts his hand into the tin, waiting for Fury to get up. Once this happens, Brad throws tacks into Tom's face! Fury goes down to the mat as Brad leans against the ropes, trying to catch his breath. Before Brad can react, Fury spears him out of the ring as they tumble to the floor! Both men are down for a moment until Tom gets back up to a vertical base and begins to stomp on the body of Brad Kane. Kane tries to defend himself but is unable as Fury lifts him from the floor and puts him over his shoulder. Tom starts running towards the cage structure as he launches Brad head first into the cage! Brad slumps down on the floor as Fury looks underneath the ring and pulls out a ladder. The crowd gasps as he sets it up near one of the platforms on the top of the cage. He climbs up the ladder without incident as he pulls a barbed wire chair off from the first platform. It gets tossed to the floor as Fury makes his way back down. Brad is back on his feet as he tries to run towards Fury but gets clocked with an elbow to the temple. He falls back down to the floor as Fury places the barbed wire chair on Brad's chest before going to the ring apron. Tom leaps off with a double foot stomp, crushing the chair and the barbed wire onto Brad's bare chest, making him yell out in pain. Fury yanks the chair off of Brad as blood starts to come out of a few spots on his chest. While Brad is down, Tom Fury goes to a side where some of the barbed wire boards are placed. He picks up one of them and slides it into the ring. Brad has pulled himself halfway into the ring as Fury goes back in himself. Quadros: Fury is in complete control right now and I like it. Franks: Figured as much. Fury pulls Brad completely into the ring as he drags him near the board. He puts Brad gently over the board before hitting the Nightclubbin'! Brad's back is all cut to hell now too! The crowd boos Tom Fury as he rips Brad back up as he whips him towards a corner where a glass pane is placed. Brad is able to stomp on the brakes as he hits Fury coming in with a kick to the stomach followed by a DDT. Brad falls over as blood continues to pour out of his body. He rolls out of the ring and looks underneath, pulling out a strand of barbed wire to a massive pop. He sees a open chair as he sits down and starts to wrap the barbed wire around his boot! He stands up as he walks a little funny but goes back into the ring anyways. When Brad is back in the ring, Fury slides out, trying to get away for a moment or two. He grabs a couple of chairs from the cage and tosses them into the ring before looking under the apron. He pulls out a table and turns away from Kane. Shaking his head, Brad runs as fast as he can, barbed wire still around his boot, as he leaps through the middle rope with a tope, knocking Fury though the table he was holding! Franks: Holy smokes! Did you see Fury's head bang against that table? Quadros: Sadly. Fury goes down as Brad inhales, pointing to the other platform as he starts to climb the cage. He gets to the towards the top as he reaches onto the platform and grabs TWO BUNDLES OF LIGHT TUBES! The crowd cheers, knowing there's tons more blood coming in this one as Brad climbs down with one hand. Once he hits the floor, he slides the tubes into the ring along with another barbed wire board. Fury is on his hands and knees as Brad sizes him up, running and kicking him with the barbed wire right in the face! Blood spurts from Fury's cheek as Brad starts to grin sadistically, picking up Fury and rolling him back into the ring. Brad goes back in now as well as Fury is on his knees. Brad bounces off the ropes, looking for the JAK Trigger but Fury ducks out of the way as Brad crashes into a glass pane! Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Quadros: YES! Franks: Oh my... ow. Kane falls against the mat as Fury wants to end this thing now. He sees a bundle of light tubes as he puts them on Brad's chest before pointing to the top rope. The crowd boos as Fury slowly climbs, the blood loss starting to get to him as he inhales before leaping off with the FAHRENHEIT 450 CRUSHING THE LIGHT TUBES INTO BOTH OF THEIR CHESTS! Airhorns blare throughout the arena as Fury is screaming in pain along with Brad as the crowd is totally into everything. Fury is holding his stomach as it bleeds as Brad is near motionless on the canvas. Franks: Jesus Christ... Quadros: I don't think he can even do anything right now. Slowly, Tom Fury crawls towards Brad, covering him. One! Two!! Thre?!?!?! BRAD FUCKING KICKS OUT AFTER STABBING FURY WITH A FORK! The crowd goes insane as Brad starts to feel the adrenaline pumping through his body. He starts to stab Fury in the head with the fork repeatedly! After five jabs, Brad tosses the fork out of the ring as he grabs one of the chairs and a bundle of light tubes. He sets the light tubes on Fury's back before slamming the chair down, shattering all of them! Brad keeps on slamming the chair on Tom Fury's back before tossing it away. Quadros: How did he get a fork? Franks: Good question but it certainly turned the tide. Lifting Fury off of the mat, Brad calls for the end, pumphandling Fury. While in the air, Fury is able to HIT THE FKO OUT OF NOWHERE! The crowd boos as both men are down on the mat, not able to move an inch as the crowd slowly turns to applaud both of them thus far. Fury makes the first move, looking like a bloody mess although Brad isn't faring any better as he gets up too. They stagger into the middle of the ring as they exchange bloody headbutts with one another. They go back and forth, trying to kill each other as Fury headbutts Brad that much harder, sending him towards a corner. Fury sprints in, looking for a spear but Brad slides out of the ring as Fury crashes through the glass head first! Franks: NOW FURY GOES THROUGH THE GLASS! Quadros: Too much death... do not want... Brad pulls Fury backwards as he drops him neck first with a backdrop driver! He falls over himself as he slowly unwraps the barbed wire from around his boot, putting it on his right arm now, drawing more blood from his body as he grins like an absolute madman. Some of the smart marks know whats coming next as Brad pulls Fury up before NAILING HIM WITH THE BK BACKFIST WITH THE BARBED WIRE! Fury's face is messed up beyond belief as Brad starts to rake the wire across his face now. You couldn't tell who Tom is right now as Brad pulls off the barbed wire, opening Fury's mouth AS HE STARTS TO LET HIS OWN BLOOD DRIP INTO TOM'S MOUTH! Crowd: YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK! Quadros: Oh good lord. This is just... disgusting. I hope Brad Kane gets fined. Franks: This is going a little too far. That grin is still on Brad's mouth as he licks up his own from his arm, enjoying every moment as his eyes tell the story. Fury looks dead as Brad stands up, grabbing two chairs and opening them up. He then grabs a barbed wire board and makes a barbed wire chair table looking thing. Brad falls over from blood loss as Fury is slowly coming to. Fury actually gets up first as Brad uses the ropes to pull himself up. The crowd cheers for the both of them now as Brad kicks Tom in the stomach before pushing him into the corner next to the barbed wire board bridge he'd just set up. He lifts Tom up to the top rope as the crowd stands on their feet. Franks: I think this might kill Fury. Quadros: Reverse it Tom!!! Brad climbs up himself now as he looks down before hooking Fury up and HE DROPS HIM THROUGH THE BARBED WIRE BOARD WITH A KIRISUTE GOMEN! Both men are stuck in the broken barbed wire board as the crowd goes insane as Brad manages to throw his arm over Tom. One! Two!! Three!!! The bell rings as the cage starts to raise right afterwards as EMTs come down to separate both men from the barbed wire mess. "Inhuman Creation Station" fills the arena a second time as everyone is still on their feet, cheering both men, Fury out of pure respect at the moment. They're out of the wire as Fury gets loaded onto a stretcher. Quadros: Tom Fury, I just don't know when he'll be able to walk again. Franks: Well, remind me never to disrespect Brad's family. Quadros: You can say that again! Brad is seated as he uses the ropes to pull himself up, still standing as he looks up into the ceiling, smiling the whole time before finally passing out. Personal Gain Board of Directors member and former TNW promotion owner, Daz Van Dyke, is seen in an undisclosed location with a smug look over his face. The custom made Armani suit and tie he usually wears has been replaced by a rather tight referee shirt as he’s been forced to work tonight’s main event match. Swearing under his breathe because of this stupid situation he finds himself in, he never notices Commissioner Butcher walking up to him in his wrestling gear. The Butcher: Just like old times, eh, Daz? DVD: Huh? What do you want, Butcher? The Butcher: Nothing much really. Just admiring what you’ve gotten yourself into. DVD: Oh shut up! Someone ordered my bloody referee shirt too small! The Butcher: I know. DVD: I knew you were behind this! The Butcher: I had nothing to do with your stupid shirt, Daz. But I know what you did. Daz Van Dyke shoots the Commissioner a perturbed and confused expression. DVD: What are you talking about? The Butcher: I should have suspected you from the start, Daz. Those pictures of me sleeping with McCormack’s bird all those months ago, the truth finally came out that it was you impersonating me. DVD: Don’t be mad! The Butcher: Oh I’m mad, Daz. I’m real mad. You ruined my marriage and sure as Hell got me a bad reputation around these halls. You sure know how to hold a grudge from the TNW days, don’t you? DVD: Whoa, whoa, wait a minute there! You don’t want to hurt me, Cortez! I have an important role tonight! The Butcher: That you do. I haven’t really had much time to think about it since all the facts on your little scheme against me are still coming in, but I find it interesting how the dominoes have fallen. DVD: What are you talking about? The Butcher: Your little game with me has put you at odds with both Terminus and Captain Howdy tonight. I’m sure you’ll realize it sooner or later. Only this time you can’t throw money at the problem or fly off to some island to escape for a few months. It’s all right in front of you right now, tonight. But I may have a solution. Mr. Van Dyke’s ears perk up with interest. DVD: What do you propose? The Butcher: Terminus has decided to interject himself into my personal affairs for his own gain. He will answer to me soon enough. But as for tonight, he should be put on notice that his little strategizing behind closed doors will cost him. That is where you come in. DVD: What do you want from me? The Butcher: Granted I cannot condone Captain Howdy’s actions tonight but I do feel…sympathetic. Sympathy aside, this needs to be a night Terminus shall not forget, personally and professionally. I want you, Mr. Referee, to call the match as you normally would. Making the decision based on your personal gain. DVD: And what am I to gain from this? The Butcher: You know that tightening you feel in your chest? Like the whole weight of the world is coming down on you? Well I can make that go away if you give the good Captain some leniency in the ring tonight. Get it? DVD: And what about us? The Butcher: We’ll discuss that another time. So do we have a deal? DVD: Give Captain Howdy some extra wiggle room tonight in his match. Got it. Now what are you going to do for me? Commissioner Butcher reveals a brand new referee shirt, definitely too big for Daz. He throws it at the Board Director, who does not look thrilled. The Butcher: What? I said I would take the tightening off your chest. Besides, Jostrodomus won’t be needing it. The Commissioner walks away with a chuckle as Mr. Van Dyke is left looking at the oversized referee shirt. He begins to mumble under his breathe. DVD: I’ll show you, Butcher. I’ll show you I’m not a push-over. I will referee based on MY personal gain as you had suggested. But don’t be surprised if my gain is your downfall. The British billionaire snickers as he looks over that oversized referee shirt with disgust. WHAT DO YOU CARE? [(Fade in to a shot of the locker room designated for use by members of Gundan RTO. Inside the locker room, Jiraiya Kaito is shown applying tape to his wrists as he prepares for hus upcoming match aginst Aiden Miles. The door to the locker room opens, and Terminus appears in the doorway. The masked man nods a greeting, but this is only returned with an icy silence as Kaito continues to occupy himself with the matter of preparing for his match.) Terminus, shaking his head and then taking a deep breath: Kaito...I know that you're busy, but we haven't had the chance to talk, and I think there are matters we need to address... (With a scoff, the Seiryuu breaks the silence with a reaction that is unbefitting of him. One of severe sarcasm.) Jiraiya Kaito, sarcastic: Oh look. It someone who finally care about Seiryuu! (A mere roll of his eyes and a quick turn of his back toward his RTO comrade immediately follow as he returns to applying the tape to his arms and wrists. Terminus chuckles bitterly for a moment, but quickly collects himself as he grabs a seat, and sits straddling it, positioning himself in such a way where he can at least get a partial view of Kaito's face.) Terminus: You know...I was kind of expecting you to say something along those lines, Kaito. *shrugs* Maybe if I were in your position, I'd say the same thing... (Terminus folds his arms across the chair and leans forward while staring intently at the Seiryu.) Terminus: The thing is, Kaito...I'm *not* in your position. I'm in a different position..and I'm not certain if you've taken into account where I've been coming from over the past little while.. (Before the New Age Punisher can utter another word, the Seiryuu stops applying tape and responds with the same cold, sarcastic tone in his voice.) Jiraiya Kaito, sarcastic: Oh I know exactly where you come from. Who can forget endless battle between Taminusu and Jeison Sandoman? Battle that no serve purpose other than to shift focus away from mission of Gundan RTO? (He pitches the tape into his gym bag and finally turns to face Terminus, who at this point has settled the chair back down on all four legs.) Jiraiya Kaito: Meanwhile, I force to fulfill mission of Gundan RTO by myself. And in process, I lose Sekai Hebiiueeto taitoru to one who disgrace it not long after he defeat me. (The brief glimpse into the New Age Punisher's eyes is cut short as the Seiryuu begins walking toward the locker room door. However, he doesn't open it. Instead, he opts to continue his speech to his RTO comrade.) Jiraiya Kaito: And then... just when I think... that maybe... one of you two remember mission of Gundan RTO... (He turns back around to face Terminus once again.) Jiraiya Kaito: I fool into false sense of alignment when you, Taminusu, choose to eliminate myself BEFORE Kaputen Haudii! And I no receive explanation from you after! So I sit here for long time and wonder... do Gundan RTO exist anymore!? Or do both of you and Jeison Sandoman choose to forget about Seiryuu and focus on Gundan TO!? (And with that, the Seiryuu returns to his gym bag and fishes for the roll of blue tape in a huff.) Terminus, after a lengthy pause: I see. (At this point, the masked man positions his chair directly in front of Kaito so that he can look him dead in the eye.) Terminus: Well, that's quite the statement that you've just made...Would you be interested in hearing my response...? (The tone of the New Age Punisher's head becomes ice cold as he leans back and levels a withering glare in his direction.) Terminus: Or...are you concerned, Kaito, that my words might actually shatter the belief that you have about the fact that every negative event that's taken place in the lives of Gundan's membership is somehow all my fault? (The Seiryuu stops fishing around in his gym bag and responds.) Jiraiya Kaito: All I ask for is explanation. And I no get one. You still no give me one. So I continue to wait... and wonder about future of Gundan RTO. You have explanation, I want to hear it. Terminus, nodding: Fair enough. (The Seiryuu crosses his arms in anticipation.) Terminus's eyes grow contemplative as it becomes apparent that he is considering exactly how he wishes to respond to Kaito's remarks. After a moment, he nods his head, and begins to speak while not once taking his eyes off of his stable mate.) Terminus: Kaito...when we intially spoke about the possibility of becoming a tag team, and then about the possibility of creating a unit that eventually became Gundan RTO, we did so because we wanted to make everyone understand the value of friendship, and respect, and honor and sacrifice...Do you remember that? (Kaito merely nods his head slightly, while returning the masked man's gaze and keeping his arms folded across his chest.) Terminus: I think that there was a time when I DID forget about that goal...but that time occurred early last year when I was involved in an effort to creat the Project, and failed to take into account the warnings that my friends...my true friends...tried to give about what would result from these efforts... (Terminus shakes his head, and then takes a deep breath as he continues his address.) Terminus: Since that time, Kaito, I've been doing everything I can to try and prove my loyalty to this group...to my friends. So, when the Angel took over Jason, and began to challenge me about whether I still had the knowledge of who I was as a person, and whether I had the strength of will that we can all agree is a requirement for entrance into RTO, I knew I had to accept that challenge, and to do so in such a way as to make him understand that I really DID believe in the goals that RTO represented... And...just when I thought that I had succeeded, and that the three of us could continue to forge the path that would lead us to our desired destination, along came the Captain to whisper words in my friend's ear that somehow the man who fought for his honor when he was....*arches eyebrow*...absent...from competition wasn't nearly as good of a friend as he claimed to be! Jiraiya Kaito: So you say my injury few years ago not real!? Terminus: Of course not. It was a real as could be. And what was also real was my desire to make the people responsible for your injury pay a very dire price. The Captain conveniently doesn't mention that when he speaks to you about the possibility of joining his Cult, does he, Kaito? (Turning away from his stable mate, the Seiryuu slowly walks toward the shower area. As he does so, he responds to Terminus' query.) Jiraiya Kaito: Iie. And possible reason why is because he no care about fact. But I do. I fight to death for any cause I present with. You know this. I know this. That is why I yet to accept offer from Kaputen Haudii... (He turns back to face Terminus one more time.) Jiraiya Kaito: ... for hope that cause of Gundan RTO still exist. Terminus, leaning forward with a stare that's at once intense and pleading: I know this to be the case, Kaito. And, I am also aware that deep down, there is a part of you that knows that your two stable mates...your two brothers...believe in this cause just as strongly as you do. (Terminus takes a deep breath.) Terminus: In fact, Kaito...it's that belief in this cause that is what shall enable me to defeat the Captain, and to win the war that is raging between us. (The eyes of Terminus begin to blaze with an almost murderous intensity as he continues.) Terminus: I WILL destroy James Jacobs, Kaito...for the simple fact that he has not only inflcited pain upon me, but also upon the woman that I love...and I am going to make CERTAIN that he- and anyone who stands with him- will not survive the punishment that results... Jiraiya Kaito: So no more war between youself and Jeison Sandoman? Terminus: We have achieved an...understanding of what the other was trying to say. (Another scoff escapes from the Seiryuu.) Jiraiya Kaito: We see about this. But for now... you focus on try to make believer out of myself. You do this... then we proceed with cause as plan. Terminus, nodding: That, my friend, is something I shall be happy to do going forward. Now then...I shall let you finish your preparations for your match against Mr. Miles. I would wish you luck...but I have the utmost certainty that you shall do yourself...and Gundan RTO...very proud this evening. (The Seiryuu nods in agreement and walks back over to his gym bag. Terminus smiles slightly-and pleasntly through his mask and then turns his attention to his own gym bag and the shot begins to fade as the two stable mates continue to prepare for their match in silence.) PWA PREMIERE CHAMPIONSHIP Jiraiya Kaito VS Aiden Miles Jiraiya Kaito defeats Aiden Miles to claim the Premiere Championship. BUTCH MATCH The Butcher VS Jason Sandman The camera pans around the L.A. Memorial Coliseum as Premiere Wrestling Alliance fans continue to cheer loudly for what Redemption II has brought so far. Then across the screen flashes the word “WARNING” follow by this statement: “WARNING: the following match-up you are about to witness has been sanctioned by the California State Athletic Commission in association with the Premiere Wrestling Alliance. The ‘Butch Match’ has been banned by most states within the United States of America as well as many international countries abroad. As a results, we urge all of those that witness this match-up not to duplicate anything you see tonight. Emergency medical technicians will be on stand-by at all times. To keep within the regulations of the CSAC and FCC, we will cut away at any moment deemed necessary.” Now the scene pans down to the battlefield as PWA workers put on the final touches. The ring looks clean and pristine compared to what it will look like at the conclusion of this match. The ring ropes on three sides have been replaced with tight, standard military grade barbed wire to rip flesh from the bone. And as usual, beyond the barbed wire cables are the three pits of destruction. The camera pans onto each one, giving them their due justice. First and foremost comes the pit of sharp silver thumb tacks that The Butcher had rain down onto Sandman from the rafters a few weeks ago. Now they wait to stick anybody who dares fall into the pit. The second pit appears to be a simple body of water. But as all PWA fans know from last week, this is not your typical water. This just happens to be Jason Sandman’s acidic holy water, un-pure water from the Devil himself. It was used to burn and blind The Butcher’s wife last week, sending her to a local burn unit. The nearest one in Los Angeles is on stand-by for the conclusion of this match. And finally, the third pit that has yet to be revealed until now. The camera pans down as a PWA worker tends to the pit of Hawaiian hot coals as the brutal heat brings beads of sweat to the man’s forehead. However, the burning hot coals are not alone as they are laced with buried coils of glowing red razor wire, sure to burn, cut, and cauterize any poor victim who falls in. And of course, to add a little more brutality to this match, each pit wall is lined with items to be used as unique weaponry. A shovel, a rake, electronic equipment, a chain, a Billy club, etc. are shown. The camera view then pans down to the PWA announce team as both Carl Franks and Ray Quadros have concerned expressions over their face. Franks: Welcome to what will surely be a forgettable match, ladies and gentlemen. Quadros: You mean unforgettable, Carl. Franks: No, I mean forgettable. In all my years of commentary, all the matches I have witnessed, this one makes me disgusted before the bell has even rung. Leading up to this match we’ve all ready seen Commissioner Butcher’s wife kidnapped and burned to an unrecognizable woman with acidic holy water. In response, The Butcher has invited Jason Sandman’s six year old daughter to the front row to watch her father get ripped apart. Brady Sandman is in attendance and it disgusts me what she and the rest of us will witness. Quadros: You know you won’t be able to look away, Carl. This is going to be great. The only thing that has gone wrong so far tonight is Jostrodomus lost his bid in the Gauntlet match to be the special guest referee. Now Referee Sasha Brown steps out from backstage and begins heading down the catwalk towards the ring. Dressed in her typical custom referee gear consisting of an above the knee black miniskirt and a cut-out stripped zebra shirt showing off some cleavage, nearby fans huddle around the catwalk to see if they can get a glimpse up her skirt. She steps into the ring carefully and examines everything to make sure it is perfect. Franks: This is hardly a spot for any referee to be in, much less a female referee, Ray. Quadros: Would you man up all ready? She’s the perfect referee for this match. She can’t stand The Butcher and sued him earlier this year for his sexist tendencies. And I’m sure she doesn’t like Jason Sandman at all either after he damn near knocked out her boyfriend, Aiden Miles, with a punch to the face last week in their tag team match. She’s biased against them both! Referee Sasha Brown nods to the outside of the ring as “My Idea of Fun” by The Stooges begins to play. Spotlights shine onto the entrance way as the crowd begins to boo heavily. Out steps Jason Sandman, looking up towards the night sky while the stadium goes dark. Then BOOM! A fireball shoots into the L.A. night air as the stadium lights fire back up. The cold dead stare of the Angel of Death comes over Jason Sandman’s face as he begins walking down the catwalk towards the ring. Fans throw things in his direction as he doesn’t flinch one bit. He steps between the only ring ropes that remain and stands there, absorbing his surroundings. Franks: Whatever remains of Jason Sandman seems to be suppressed as the Angel of Death is taking over his very being. He may not be with us anymore. Quadros: He has finally accepted who he is, Carl. The Angel brought him a ruthlessness he never thought he had. Ultimately, it lead him to becoming a PWA World Heavyweight Champion. The Angel stares at Referee Sasha Brown, creeping her out as he never says a word. Jason Sandman’s six year old daughter yells out with a cheer but the Angel never gives her a look. Then “King of Pain” by The Police starts to play as the crowd goes into a mixed reaction. Out walks PWA’s Commissioner, The Butcher, with his good old fashion Bag of Goodies duffle bag slung over his shoulder and the former TNW World Heavyweight Championship around his waist. He begins to walk down the catwalk with his bag of unorthodox weapons, never taking his eyes off of The Angel of Death. Franks: This man has created the Butch Match and pro wrestling has never been the same. Quadros: He’s a legend of the business, Carl, but tonight he’s bitten off more than he can chew. The Angel has been in the driver’s seat the whole time and now he’s going to finish off The Butcher in his own match. The Butcher enters the ring and removes the TNW World Heavyweight Championship, only to hand it off to a PWA worker on the outside. Now he sets the Bag of Goodies over in the corner as Angel begins to pace around the ring. 300-plus pound ring announcer, Freddy Ferdinand, gets on the stick for the formal announcements. Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match-up will be held under Butch Match rules. The first to pin, submit, or render their opponent unconscious will be the victor. Introducing first weighing in at 295-pounds…hailing from Norfolk, Virginia…he is a former PWA Atlantic and World Heavyweight Champion!…the Angel of Death!…JASON SANDMAAAAN!! The crowd boos as Angel continues to pace back and forth across the ring, psyching himself up. Ferdinand: And introducing his opponent weighing in at 270-pounds…hailing from Harlem, New York…he is a TNW World Heavyweight Champion and current Commissioner of PWA…he is the Extreme Legend!…THE BUTCHEEER!! The crowd gives a mixed reaction as The Butcher grabs a hold of the barbed wire ropes and pulls back on them. Freddy Ferdinand sits back down as Referee Sasha Brown calls for the bell! DING!! Flash photography goes off around the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum as the two wrestlers stare each other down. Now they circle around the ring and The Butcher feints in to see how tightly wound Angel is. The Angel doesn’t budge as they continue to circle. Finally, they lock-up in the middle of the ring for a test of strength. The aggressive Angel bulls The Butcher back into a corner for quick control. The Butcher powers back as he pushes Angel’s spine across the barbed wire ropes. Angel reverses then Butcher reverses. Another reversal by Angel as they tussled up against the full length of the barbed wire ropes and end in a different corner with Angel still in control. Angel puts his head into Butcher’s chin and punches the man’s exposed ribs. Doubled over, Angel attempts to take The Butcher by the head and rake his eyes across the barbed wire! NO! Back elbow to the sternum by Butcher stops Angel. Butcher bounces Angel’s head off of the turnbuckle and then starts hammering away with rights and lefts in the corner! Right! Left! Right! Left! Right! Angel falls to his rear end in the corner, leaving himself open for a face washing boot to the nose. Butcher reaches down to grab Angel by the hair only to get a well placed thumb to the eye! Butcher recoils and grabs his face to rub his eye. Out of the corner comes Angel with a shoulder block to the back on the knee! Franks: All ready the Angel of Death is resorting to no class tactics for an advantage. Quadros: And look at Brady Sandman, cheering her father on the whole time! The holidays do bring the family together, Carl. Angel pulls the kneeling Butcher back and starts to disfigure the Commissioner’s facial features with some fingers to the eyes and a twist of the nose! Angel drops a standing elbow into The Butcher’s face, sending the man sprawling backwards onto the canvass. Follow up stomp to the side of the head by Angel as he is in control. The crowd boos the Angel of Death as he walks over to collect the Bag of Goodies. He bends over and unzips the bag to look inside. Before he can grab a weapon, The Butcher clubs him across the back with a good old fashion ax handle. Angel arcs his back and leaves himself open for an Irish whip. The Angel’s backside bounces off of the barbed wire ropes, poking holes into the lower back only for him to run right into a kick to the stomach by Butcher! Hair pull take down by Butcher bangs Angel’s head off the canvass! Follow up stomp and slide to the side of Angel’s head, trying to rip off the right ear! Franks: Oh man! Do these guys really need weapons? Quadros: It’s not a good idea to waste them, Carl. The pissed off Butcher now fetches his Bag of Goodies and reaches inside. He pulls out Guns N’ Roses newest album, ‘Chinese Democracy’, and waves it out to the crowd, who doesn’t really know how to respond to the CD. Butcher waits for Angel to sit up only to shatter the album over the Angel’s head! Butcher with a follow up stomp to Angel’s head before he returns to his Bag of Goodies! Quadros: That’s the biggest hit that album will ever have, Carl! The Butcher reaches into his duffle bag one more time and pulls out a Thanksgiving Day turkey with a smile over his face. The crowd roars as he stalks the Angel, threatening to stuff the turkey on his head, Mr. Bean style! Angel has other ideas as he springs forward and stabs The Butcher in the throat with two fingers! The Butcher drops the turkey to the mat and grabs his neck only for Angel to collect him with a high angle slam right onto the turkey! The crowd cheers as the turkey is pancaked underneath The Butcher! Angel picks up one of the turkey legs and takes a big bite out of it before throwing it out into the wild crowd! Part of the 5th row tussle back and forth over the turkey leg scraps! Sandman chews on the meat as he pulls Butcher up by the hair…he spits some chewed up turkey into The Butcher’s face! Follow up Manhattan Drop by Angel has the Commissioner grabbing his crotch…follow up roaring elbow rocks The Butcher into a corner! Running body splash by the Angel of Death flattens the Commissioner in the corner! Quadros: The Angel has been re-energized by the turkey leg! Franks: That can’t be good for The Butcher at all. The Butcher finds himself slumped over in the corner, sucking wind as the Angel searches through the Bag of Goodies again. He pulls out a dart board and blasts Butcher in the face with it! Feeling confident now, the Angel of Death takes a few steps back and reveals to the crowd he has the darts still. With a sinister smile and signaling to the crowd not to say anything, Angel turns around to face The Butcher with the darts. Fast-pitch style he throws the dart at The Butcher and misses! He takes another one and tries again with a fast ball…OH! The Butcher begins gyrating out of the corner in immense pain and grabbing his arm as the dart landed in his wrist! Franks: God almighty! Quadros: Bull’s-eye! He steps out of the corner and pulls the dart out of his wrist with a wince of pain! Angel kicks him in the midsection and stabs The Butcher in the back shoulder with his last dart! The Extreme Legend yells in pain while arcing his spine as some in the crowd cringe! The Angel collects him with a belly-to-belly suplex, digging that dart in a little deeper until it snaps! Angel hooks the leg for the first pin fall attempt! 1!….2!…THRE…KICK OUT! Stomp to the chest by Angel as The Butcher attempts to remove the dart from his backside! Jason Sandman, compelled by the Angel of Death, is having a good time watching his enemy writhe in pain. He reaches into the Bag of Goodies one last time and pulls out a 10-inch circular saw blade. With a mischievous smile forming over his face, he begins to jam it in between two turnbuckles over in the corner. Referee Sasha Brown pleads for him not to do this but gets no reply. Angel pulls up Butcher by the head and whips him hard into the corner! WHAM! The Butcher’s spine slams into the saw blade, sending it flying out of the corner! However, almost in one fluid motion as pain shoots down his spine, The Butcher explodes out of the corner with a stiff clothesline that Sandman was not expecting! Franks: That was just sick thinking by the Angel of Death, Ray! Quadros: We’re still early in this match and The Butcher’s backside has all ready been ripped open. The Butcher sits up and finally is able to pull that broken dart point out of his shoulder blade. He then reaches to his lower back and comes out with a smear of blood on his hands. He rubs the blood off on he chest before teeing off on Sandman’s face with a series of punches! The crowd counts! 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10! Feeling he should take advantage of this situation and use his surrounding as an offensive weapon, The Butcher bulls Sandman against the barbed wire ropes. He puts a hand to Sandman’s face and tries to push him over the barbed wire and into the pit of thumb tacks! Desperately trying to stay in the ring, Sandman bites at Butcher’s hand and rakes the lower ripped up back! Butcher steps back and reaches for his spine, leaving himself open for a knee to the midsection by Sandman. The Angel of Death takes over again in Sandman, and whips Butcher towards the ropes!…Reversed! Angel bounces off of the barbed wire, leaving behind some flesh, and gets lifted onto The Butcher’s shoulders on the fly! The Commissioner of PWA powers the Angel towards the edge of the ring and pitches him over the side, right into the pit of thumb tacks! The crowd roars as Jason Sandman’s body becomes enveloped in the sea of thumb tacks! Franks: Sandman has fallen into the pit of thumb tacks! Quadros: Oh man that was just sweet looking! Brady Sandman, his six year old daughter in the front row, starts screaming for daddy as his hand is waving around, trying to find a ledge! Finally, he finds the ledge of the pit wall with his hand and powers himself on top of it. He rolls off the pit wall and down to the floor below, body and face riddled with small silver thumb tacks! The Butcher steps through the ropes and out onto the floor. He sits Sandman up against the pit wall and kicks him in the face! Butcher puts his boot on Sandman’s throat, trying to choke him out against the wall! Sandman reaches out and gasps for breath until Butcher steps off. Jason Sandman sits on the floor, trying to find his air again, while The Butcher reaches into the thumb tack laden pit. He grabs a handful more and places them on top of Sandman’s head only to punch them down into his opponent’s skull! Sandman grabs his head in pain as a trickle of blood begins to run down his face! Again, Butcher reaches into the pit and grabs a handful of thumb tacks. This time he shoves them into Sandman’s face, trying to force them down his throat! Franks: That’s just unnecessary by The Butcher! Quadros: Chomp down on these, Sandman. You always needed a little more iron in your diet! Sandman starts coughing up thumb tacks until Butcher punches him in the face! The Butcher pulls off a Guitar Hero electronic guitar and blasts it over Sandman’s head! Now a series of kicks to stomach of the helpless man! Looking to show off his work, The Butcher grabs Sandman by the hair and leads him over to the crowd barrier. He shows off the battered father to Brandy Sandman and starts chuckling. He yells out to the six year old, “What do you think, Brandy? Huh? What do you think about your father now!?” The child’s only response is to throw her cup of water into The Butcher’s face…he goes down quickly and grabs his face! He’s yelling about his eyes! They burn! Franks: What the Hell just happened!? What was in that cup!? Quadros: Holy shit! Sandman’s brat just threw a cup of acidic holy water into The Butcher’s eyes! The crowd is shocked and confused as the Commissioner is rolling around, holding his face! Brandy Sandman looks to have a demonic scowl forming over her face as she shows no remorse! Sandman sits up and throws back his mop of bloody hair. He pats his daughter on the head before unloading a stiff kick right into The Butcher’s rib cage! Sandman pulls a hand rake off of the wall and scrapes it across The Butcher’s bleeding back! Another scrape as Butcher cringes in pain! Another! Another! And finally, the Angel of Death snaps the rake over The Butcher’s head! Sandman reaches under the ring and pulls out a 5-pound bag of something. He rips it open and pours the contents all over The Butcher! The Extreme Legend starts screaming in immense pain as he lays in a pile of SALT! The little rocks of salt seep into The Butcher’s wounds and burn wherever he is cut open! The crowd seems to be horrified over The Butcher’s cries in indescribable pain. Quadros: Talk about pouring salt into the wounds, Carl. Franks: Just his cries make me sick, Ray. I can’t even imagine what he’s feeling right now. The Angel of Death pulls a shovel off of the thumb tack pit wall and raises it above his head. The Butcher starts to crawl away to get out of that pile of salt….WHACK! Angel drops that shovel across The Butcher’s back, trying to crack his ribs! WHACK! Another shovel shot! WHACK!! One more as Sandman tosses the shovel away and looks down at The Butcher. The Angel: You’re all dirty, Cortez! Time to take a bath! Hearts sick in the crowd as this beat down is starting to become too much for them. Brady Sandman claps her hands together as she cheers on her sick father. The Angel of Death picks up the beaten and bloody Butcher and leads him over to the acidic holy water pit. Butcher sees what is coming and tries to get free but Sandman blasts him with a head butt! Franks: Oh no! Don’t do it, Jason! Compelled by the Angel of Death, Jason Sandman powers The Butcher up against the wall. He then body slams his opponent into the ACIDIC HOLY WATER PIT!! The crowd is horrified as The Butcher splashing in the pit in agony! Sandman grabs him by the head and holds him down!! Burning his own hand in the process, Sandman cares not for the crowd’s reaction as he tries to drown The Butcher! Sandman pushes down more forcefully, trying to snuff out his opponent’s screams! Franks: Someone stop this! Quadros: It’s too late! He’s finished! Sandman pushes down one more time as The Butcher stops splashing. He releases the man’s head and pulls his hand out. Nothing happens for a few moments as Referee Sasha Brown is just in shock. She’s about ready to call for the bell when all of a sudden The Butcher’s hand shoots up and grabs Sandman by the head! Sandman’s face gets pulled into his own acidic holy water pit and now he’s struggling to get the hell out of there! With his hands on the wall, Sandman pushes himself away from the pit and falls back against the crowd barrier! He’s grabbing his face with his hands, only making the burning worse! The Butcher pops out of the pit and falls to the floor! Nearby crowd members start pouring their cups of beer on him! Franks: My God, his freakin’ skin is falling off! The Butcher’s body starts to go into shock as he begins shaking on the floor! The Angel of Death has gotten most of the acidic holy water out of his eyes and he’s looking to win this thing while he can. He yanks up the barely responsive Butcher and rolls him into the ring. Sandman slides in and makes the cover! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!! The Butcher kicks out! Sandman wants a faster count! Again he covers! 1!…2!…THR…KICK OUT!! Faster bitch! Cover! 1!…2!…KICK OUT! Jason Sandman pounds the ring in anger! Angel lifts up Butcher and pushes him chest first against the barbed wire ropes…oh! Backwards low blow kick by The Butcher forces Jason Sandman go to check himself! Enraged by the cheap tactics of his opponent, Sandman shoots in with an attempted spear to the back! NO!! Sandman gets blasted in the face with something and collapses onto his back! The Butcher falls back into a corner, coughing, and showing off what he hammered Sandman with! The crowd pops loudly as he’s holding his trusty and infamous PINK VIBRATOR!! Franks: Where the Hell did that come from!? Quadros: That son of a bitch had it in his trunks! Referee Sasha Brown seems to be quite intrigued by the size of the pink vibrator! She wants to hold it! The Butcher snaps back and wants it for himself! He trudges past her and smacks Sandman across the back with the pink vibrator! Another vibrator shot! Another! And another! One more right to the head of Sandman as the crowd is going wild! Butcher hooks the leg! 1!…2!…THREE…KICK OUT!! Another vibrator shot! Another! Another! Cover by Butcher! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!! Butcher yanks up Sandman and whips him towards the ropes! ONE MORE hellacious pink vibrator shot to the face drops Jason Sandman! Hooks the leg! 1!….2!….THREE…ANOTHER KICK OUT!! Enraged, Butcher starts pounding away on Sandman again with the vibrator like a mad man! Quadros: This is a worse beat down than Rodney King, Carl! Franks: I can just feel the thuds of those shots all the way over here! One more cover! 1!…2!…KICK OUT!! The battered, bruised, and burned Butcher rolls his pink vibrator away as he reaches out towards the thumb tack pit. He starts reaching in and pulling clumps of thumb tacks into the ring as he looks to make Sandman wish he never kicked out! Referee Sasha Brown grabs the pink vibrator and seems to be looking it over! Butcher sees her playing around with his equipment and yells out “Hey!” Miss Brown shoves the vibrator down the hole in her shirt, trying to hide it in her cleavage! Franks: Referee Sasha Brown looks like she wants to have a keepsake from this match! Quadros: The hell, woman! That’s not where you stick that thing! The Butcher begins stalking the referee, forcing her into a corner. He wants his pink vibrator back now! She doesn’t know what he’s talking about! The Butcher reaches down into her shirt…fishing around in her cleavage for the pink vibrator! The crowd pops as good ol’ Butch is trying to get back what is his! The Angel of Death pops up and grabs the Commissioner from behind! German suplex onto the thumb tacks! OH! Unfortunately for Miss Brown, The Butcher ripped the whole front side of her shirt off…exposing her breasts and bra! Quadros: Now that’s what I’m talking about! Franks: Someone better get her a new shirt! Quadros: What are you retarded? Referee Sasha Brown is covering herself up as best as she can! Sandman holds onto Butcher and rolls through…another German suplex onto the thumb tacks! He’s holding on! Rolls…another German suplex by Jason Sandman! He hold and rolls one more time…release German suplex plants Butcher again into the thumb tacks! Sandman makes the cover! Referee Sasha Brown hesitates and then bares herself once again as she looks for the pinfall! 1!…2!…2.9991313!! Jason Sandman sits up and tells that bitch to learn to count! She takes offense to this as she covers back up! Sandman tells her to do her job or give him a lap dance…Referee Sasha Brown slaps Sandman across the face! Now she’s getting the hell out of that ring as an angered Sandman gives chase! Referee Brown, practically topless and bouncing the whole way, runs up the catwalk to get away. Sandman steps between the ropes and onto the catwalk to follow her! Referee Sasha Brown disappears backstage as Sandman stops halfway up the catwalk. Franks: With his own daughter in attendance, Jason Sandman was going to attack Referee Sasha Brown! Quadros: Can you blame him? He’s had a rough night. The Angel of Death looks to go back to the ring when he sees The Butcher crawling through the ropes and onto the catwalk. With thumb tacks sticking into his all ready ripped up back, The Butcher looks to be running out of gas. The Angel knows this too as he waits for the Commissioner to crawl a little closer on the catwalk. Angel kicks The Butcher in the face and lets the battered man lay there for a moment. Angel: Hey, Cortez! Maybe you should be with the people you love so much! The Angel of Death grabs The Butcher by the head and puts him between his legs. The horrified crowd near the catwalk tries to get the Hell out of there because he’s going to power bomb The Butcher off the catwalk and into the crowd! Angel musters all the power he has left and lifts Butcher up onto his shoulders! OH! Reversed into a rana by the Commissioner and they both fall off of the catwalk and onto the crowd below! Here comes Referee Sasha Brown with a new shirt on! She can’t believe what just happened as she looks down at the carnage! Franks: My God! Somebody better get some help down there! Quadros: No doubt some fans were on the bad end of that one, Carl. Other sections in the crowd are chanting “Holy shit! Holy shit!” as medical personnel come out from the back to check out the situation. Referee Sasha Brown is NOT going to call this match! She has been instructed not to by a higher authority! Both men somehow survive the fall as EMT’s are extracting injured fans from the rubble. Brandy Sandman is cheering on the Angel as he struggles to his feet. He punches the Butcher in the face, sending him sprawling over the barrier and back into ringside. Angel steps over the barrier and slips onto his face after all the trauma they’ve been through. As stretchers are being used to cart away fans, The Butcher rams Sandman’s head right into the catwalk! Neither man can seem to gain an advantage for long as exhaustion, burns, bruises, and loss of blood sets in. The Butcher pulls a barbed wire lined chair off a pit wall and tosses it into the ring. Now he grabs a hockey stick and rams it between the rising Sandman’s legs! He grabs his crotch in pain! Butcher then blasts him in the face with a brutal hockey stick shot that most certainly will be a tooth chipper! Franks: Oh! Quadros: Five minute penalty for cross checking to the face! The Butcher pulls up Sandman and rolls him into the ring. Here comes Referee Sasha Brown as well. Cover by Butcher! ONE!…TWO!…THRE…NO! KICK OUT!! The Commissioner pulls up Sandman and whips him towards the barbed wire ropes! Off comes Sandman into a Spinebuster…NO! He reverses into a midair implant DDT! Butcher goes FACE FIRST into the barbed wire steel chair! Both men are down! Franks: Holy crap this has been one of the most brutal matches in PWA history! Quadros: I hope they leave enough stretchers for these two. The Angel is getting up slowly and falls back into a corner as his legs go out from under him. The Butcher remains face down on a collapsed barbed wire steel chair. Angel reaches around and finds the Bag of Goodies one more time. In goes his hand and out it comes with something. He looks at what is in his hand with a sinister look coming over his face. He rolls Butcher over and opens up the man’s mouth! Angel sticks in a bar of soap! The Commissioner makes a disgusted face as he rolls over and spits it out! Angel shoves it back in and hoists Butcher up!…Overhead German suplex! The Butcher lands awkwardly onto the barbed wire ropes and his face! The soap falls out of his mouth and into the acidic holy water pit! Franks: Shades of their Soap on a Rope match from TNW! Quadros: Something tells me he’s been waiting to do that for a long time. Angel pulls The Butcher away from the barbed wire ropes and makes the academic cover! 1!….2!……2.9993213213!! Son of a bitch! The Angel reaches into his boot and pulls out a nail! Out of frustration he STABS THE NAIL into The Butcher’s head! Oh! Stab! Stab! Stab! Stab! Stab!! The Butcher gets an instant crimson mask as Angel shoves him down to the mat! Now the Angel of Death gets up and picks up his favorite weapon, the barbed wire wrapped steel chair. As The Butcher is crawling on the mat with blood dripping down his head, Angel stalks him. He raises the chair over his head…CRACK! Barbed wire chair across The Butcher’s back! CRACK! Why!…CRACK! Won’t!…CRACK! You!…CRACK! Stay!…CRACK!!…Down!? CRACK!! After all the chair shots across the spine, The Butcher continues to crawl forward. To what and where, we don’t know. He’s just crawling as a heap of blood while the Angel stares down at him. It’s just a matter of time. Angel unfolds the chair and sets it up. Now he picks up The Butcher and roughly sits him on the chair! Butcher throws a wild and exhausted punch that misses Angel. In retaliation, Angel throws a stiff punch into The Butcher’s face, and the Commissioner as well as the chair falls backwards onto the canvass. Franks: Just cover him, Angel! He’s beat! Quadros: I don’t think this is about winning or losing anymore, Carl. You should be happy just to survive! Angel chuckles a little as he sits the Butcher and the barbed wire chair back up. The Commissioner’s head slumps forward as some blood drains out of his head. Angel is feeling ever so confident now as he’s heading towards the top turnbuckle! He yells out “RING THE FUCKING BELL!” and proceeds to do that move! Angel with a BIG moonsault double stomp! NOOO! Butcher catches him in midair and plows him through the barbed wire chair with a power slam! The crowd instantly kicks up as Sandman is convulsing on the mat with an arced spine!! “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” Franks: Good God! The Butcher falls against the ropes to look at what he’s done! Referee Sasha Brown is urging the Commissioner just to cover the man and end this! Butcher has other plans as he grabs Sandman’s legs and turns him over into a sharpshooter! The crowd pops as Butcher steps back, making a high angle sharpshooter that puts Sandman face first into the barbed wire chair! Butcher is yelling “TAP!” as Sandman is digging in deep! Tap! No! Butcher leans back and puts more weight into it! TAP! NOOO! With a face full of barbed wire, Jason Sandman will not give up! TAP! NOOO!! The Commissioner releases the hyper sharpshooter! Franks: Jason Sandman somehow toughs out a barbed wire chair to the face! Quadros: He looks like he’s been through a meat grinder, Carl. The Butcher has had enough of this as he puts Sandman up onto his shoulders. He gets a little closer towards the barbed wire cables and let’s out a yell! THE BUTCHERED!! OH!! Fireman’s carry right into a flapjack! Sandman lands throat first across the barbed wire ropes! Sandman pops up holding his throat only to get kicked in the midsection! Having his opponent doubled over, The Butcher lifts Sandman up into a spinning snap brain buster onto the chair!! OH!! The Butcher rolls him up!! 1!!…2!!!….THREE!!…NOO! NO! KICK OUT!! Franks: My God what is it going to take!? The Butcher gets to a knee and then to his feet, falling back against the ropes. He knows what he has to do to finish this. He walks over and collects Jason Sandman between his legs for the Downtown Drop! UGH! Out of desperation, the Angel of Death whips his head back into the Commissioner’s groin! The Butcher recoils back as he grabs his nether regions in shock! With his back turned, he never sees the Angel explode towards him with a GORE to the spine! The Butcher rolls around on the mat holding his back as the Angel leans against the barbed wire with a sick smile forming over his face. The Angel waits mischievously as The Butcher begins to use the barbed wire cables to get to his feet. He reaches back and holds his 44-year old spine after all the trauma it has gone through in this match. Brady Sandman calls out for Jason as he stalks The Butcher. Once satisfied with the positioning, the Angel of Death scoops the unaware Butcher up onto his shoulders in an electric chair fashion! The Butcher hammers away on the Angel’s forehead, trying to get free! But it’s too late! The Angel sacrifices himself and falls chest first onto the barbed wire ropes, using all of his momentum to chuck The Butcher FACE FIRST into the Hawaiian hot coals / razor wire pit! Franks: Sweet Mother of God! Quadros: Holy fucking shit…! Shock turns into horror turns into silence as The Butcher screams in agonizing pain while his body convulses on the hot coals and glowing red razor wire! Referee Sasha Brown gasps and covers her face as her boss is being burned and shredded alive! The Angel looks on with no remorse whatsoever. With burned and cauterized flesh, The Butcher fights his way back to the ring apron! With hot coals falling off his body, he kicks a piece of burning hot razor wire off of his leg. Running 100% on adrenaline alone, the Commissioner steps back into the ring with his body trembling uncontrollably. Nearby fans start to get sick as the smell of his smoking flesh is too much to handle. The Angel isn’t done yet as he collects The Butcher with a vicious Venom Strike high impact lariat! Angel makes the cover! ONE!!…TWO!!…THRE…NO!! Butcher grabs the ropes! He apparently wants more punishment and the Angel of Death is willing to give it! Angel pulls up The Butcher’s smoking body and executes a wrist-lock exploder! OH!! The Commissioner’s head bounces off the mat as he’s folded up into an accordion! Franks: Jesus! Cover him, Angel. That’s enough! Quadros: The moron won’t stay down! What’s his problem? Angel yells out at Butcher as he kicks him. Do you give up? Driven by something the Angel clearly does not like, The Butcher starts to crawl in no particular direction at all. Only wanting to make the Commissioner pay for his sins, the Angel yanks him up and throws him over the barbed wire ropes, back into the flaming coals and razor wire pit! Again, the coals begin to bake his skin and the razor wire slices and cauterizes with each agonizing movement of The Butcher! More people get sick as he tries desperately to get back into the ring! Onto the apron he reaches…only for Angel to kick him back into the pit! Franks: God damn it, Angel! End this shit before we have to cut away! Quadros: Yeah I think I’ve seen enough. Terrible cries of pain from The Butcher start to become muffled as he is losing his voice! With searing flesh, The Butcher reaches for the pit wall and lifts himself over and onto the floor. Looking like a roasted turkey, The Butcher lays on the floor breathing heavily. Angel sees blood so he knows this turkey isn’t done yet! He slides out of the ring and puts his opponent in a front face-lock, only to pitch The Butcher back into the ACIDIC HOLY WATER!! Fans cover their faces as the Commissioner splashes around in the pit, trying to find a ledge! Finally, he’s able to lift himself out and fall to the floor! Franks: No more… Quadros: Maybe he’ll quit. Steam rising from his body, The Butcher looks to have had better days. The Angel of Death trudges forward with contempt in his eyes. He pulls The Butcher up and pushes him against a pit wall. The two stand there, Butcher trying to breathe and Angel’s eyes going dark and cold. Defenseless and beaten, The Butcher can hardly defend himself as Angel kicks him in the midsection and body slams him into the pit of THUMB TACKS! The crowd groans as they can take no more. Franks: All three pits again, Ray. Seriously, enough is enough. Quadros: He should have just stayed down. The Angel is just about done punishing his opponent as he slides into the ring, still looking like a mess himself. He reaches into the thumb tack pit and grabs The Butcher’s leg. Powering him like a horse pulling a plow through the fields, the Angel drags The Butcher back into the ring, leaving a smear of blood and dead skin from the pit to the ring. Referee Sasha Brown says enough is enough herself and tells Angel just to pin the man. Angel has no issues doing that at all with an arrogant pin…ONE!….TWO!!….THREE!!!…. …the crowd groans as The Butcher grabs onto the barbed wire cable to break the fall! Referee Sasha Brown waves off the 3-count reluctantly. The Angel of Death gets up and kicks the arm of The Butcher. Stomping on it now as he tries to break it in two! Franks: What the Hell is he doing? Just stay down damn it! Quadros: You can’t make a point if you’re dead, Butcher! A couple chants for The Butcher start up in the disgusted and semi-silent crowd. The Angel of Death drags him away from the ropes as Referee Sasha Brown has to look away. Angel picks up the barbed wire chair and begins unraveling the military grade coil. He sets the barbed wire aside and throws the chair into The Butcher’s face! Muttering underneath his own breathe, the Angel of Death picks up the barbed wire coil and begins to wrap it around his arm in a disgusting fashion. With no care for his body at all, he binds it tight until his forearm starts bleeding. Franks: We’re about ready to cut away, folks. I can’t watch anymore. Quadros: He has devious intentions on his mind, Carl. The Angel of Death sits The Butcher up and puts his arm over the man’s chest. Reaching around the neck to grasp his other arm, the Angel applies the SNAKE VICE GRIP!! The Crossface, Rings of Saturn combination submission applies with the barbed wire, torques The Butcher’s neck back and rips into his chest! Blood begins to pour from The Butcher’s mouth and wounds as he is trapped in the hold! Referee Sasha Brown asks if he wants to quit!….NO!!! Angel pulls back a little harder, digging the barbed wire deeper into his arms and The Butcher’s chest with reckless abandon! Again, Referee Brown asks if he wants to TAP! ARGH!….NO!! Angel pulls back a little more, contorting The Butcher’s neck and body into an unnatural U-shape! TAP MOTHERFUCKER!!….NNNOOOO!! What was once small sections is now turning into a wave of chants for The Butcher as he’s trying to stay alive! “BUTCH-ER! BUTCH-ER!” Franks: Just give up! The pain will end! Just tell her you tap! Quadros: Stay alive, Butcher! You can do it! “BUTCH-ER! BUTCH-ER! BUTCH-ER!” The Angel of Death wrenches back, undoubtedly trying to break his opponent’s neck! Tap motherfucker! TAP! He’s shaking his head NO! “BUTCH-ER!” Arrr! The Angel of Death is yelling as he tries to find just a little more bone breaking leverage! Brandy Sandman cheers for her father to kill…kill…KILL! Thoughts of disrespect enter the Angel’s mind! Rarrr! The hatred people felt for him winning the PWA World Heavyweight Championship! Grrr! The bomb blast that went off at Point of No Return that nearly killed him! TAP! His brother Paul taking Brandy away! ARGH! Remembering Butcher choking Kaito out with barbed wire in TNW! TAP MOTHER FUCKER!! “BUTCH-ER!” The Butcher hangs tough as his ear meets his shoulder and the barbed wire punctures his rib cage! NO! For all his legions of fans that turned on him! He won’t give! For Jostrodomus betraying him! He won’t tap! For Wren Chesney trying to steal PWA from him! NO! “BUTCH-ER! BUTCH-ER!” For the Angel burning his wife with acidic holy water! Rarrr! “BUTCH-ER!” For that son of a bitch Terminus letting it happen! I WON’T TAP BITCH!! Franks: Come on, Butcher! Quadros: Butcher! Butcher! Butcher! The Angel of Death tightening himself up one LAST TIME to draw that tap! Blood continues to pour from The Butcher’s mouth! Rendered and burned flesh leave dead skin on the canvass! Referee Sasha Brown is almost in tears as she NEVER imagined this learning the business through the academy! Tens of thousands strong! “BUTCH-ER! BUTCH-ER!” Come on! TAP! It’s not going to happen! The Angel of Death loses grip of the Snake Vice Grip and falls back onto the canvass! The crowd EXPLODES into cheers as The Butcher lays on the canvass, bleeding, burned, and still conscious! Franks: Yeah! Quadros: He didn’t tap! The Angel of Death remains unbowed though as he rises to his feet and starts stomping away on Butcher. Unraveling the barbed wire from his arm now, he looks at the instrument of destruction, knowing fully well what it has meant to his life as well as The Butcher’s! Sure enough as a natural course of things, perhaps in 18 month old revenge, or just simply because he’s a sick fuck, the Angel wraps the barbed wire around The Butcher’s neck! Revulsion fills the L.A. Memorial Coliseum as the Angel of Death wraps it tight and leans back! Franks: Oh no! Not again! Quadros: Karma sure is a bitch! In an eerily reminiscent scene from the days of TNW, the Angel tries to CHOKE OUT The Butcher must like The Butcher choked out Jiraiya Kaito to retain the TNW World Heavyweight Championship! Boos ring out as Angel puts is knee to The Butcher’s destroyed spine, gaining more leverage with the barbed wire! The eyes begin to bulge out of the Commissioner’s head as he struggles for air! Angel tightens his grip, forcing the military grade barbs to dig into The Butcher’s throat as if it belongs there! Knowing his sure fate, Referee Sasha Brown yells out and wants to know if he is going to tap! NO!! Franks: Fucking idiot… Quadros: Get the pine box measured. It’s over. The Butcher reaches out! Reaching out for anything! Reaching out for dear life! The cables, the barbed wire ropes…they’re so far away yet so near! TAP! “BUTCH-ER! BUTCH-ER!” No! The Angel of Death begins to creep down on The Butcher, drawing himself closer and closer with each agonizing yank! He keeps his knee into the Butcher’s spine, maintaining leverage as he draws his face right to the back of Butcher’s head! Bare white knuckles beyond the blood, veins protruding from the tired muscles, eyes bulging and teeth gritting with adrenaline…Angel bring his hands together and towards his chest! He can feel victory! He can feel The Butcher’s soul! They will be his! The Butcher continues to reach out, gaining a quarter inch, gaining a half inch until the barbed wire dog leash threatens to puncture an artery! His fingers reach out into the air as the blurred vision of salvation is within grasp! Just a little more Commissioner. Just a little more pain and then it will be over. You know what you need to do. Sacrifice yourself. For them. For her! Don’t you give up now old man! It’s right there! Franks: He can’t reach those ropes, Ray. He just can’t. I need to look away. Quadros: I know, I know. One more excruciating stretch as the Angel roars with confidence and anger! Their finger tips can touch it! Salvation! Victory! Just…a little…more! Got it! CRACK!!! OH!!! The Butcher grabbed the steel chair and swung it over it head, blasting Jason Sandman right in the face!! Sandman falls backwards with a busted open head as The Butcher falls face first into the canvass! “BUTCH-ER! BUTCH-ER!” Referee Sasha Brown is in disbelief over what she just saw! So are the thousands in attendance! But the two battered, bruised, bloody, burned, cut, punctured, and exhausted wrestlers look poised for another round! Both using the barbed wire ropes to get their wobbly feet underneath them! The Butch Match looks to claim a victim! Butcher turns and throws a right haymaker that connects! Angel rocks back but returns the favor with a right of his own! Butcher throws another right! Sandman comes in with a right as well! Right hand by Butcher rocks Angel off the ropes! Angel stops spinning and blasts The Butcher with a right that sends him bouncing off the ropes! On the rebound, another exhausted right fist by Butcher! Angel has one coming as well as the two look like tired, drunken sailors! Franks: Both men are standing and going toe-to-toe with punches I never thought I’d see! Quadros: C’mon guys! With heavy hands, The Butcher connects with a jarring right hand! Sandman returns a right that knocks blood from The Butcher’s mouth! Right hand by Butcher! Angel wobbles back and forth! Another right hand by Butcher! Another! “BUTCH-ER!” Another! “BUTCH-ER!” Another! Blood is flying as the Angel of Death stands there in a slumped fashion! Another right hand by Butcher nearly drops the Angel! NO! Angel kicks The Butcher in the midsection, doubling him over! He pounces in with whatever strength he has left to power The Butcher up into the FIRST BORN’S DEMISE! Holding the Butcher vertical for a moment to break the man’s neck on impact of the Ganso Bomb! The Butcher braces himself and grabs the legs!!… …the canvass roars on impact as the crowd pops like it’s never done in a LONG time! The Angel of Death drops The Butcher on his head, but the Commissioner uses all the momentum to turn the tables into a ROLL UP!! He’s got ‘em! Referee Sasha Brown goes down as the crowd counts! ONE!!…..TWO!!!……THREE!!!! DING! DING!…DING! DING!… DING! DING! Franks: Unbelievable! Quadros: He did it! The son of a bitch did it! “King of Pain” begins to kick up once again as the L.A. Memorial Coliseum erupts into a thunderous ovation! Both men are down and out on the canvass, bloody as all Hell! The only difference is, Referee Sasha Brown is holding up the spent left hand of THE BUTCHER!! Overcome with emotion over the victory, The Butcher buries of face in his hands and stares up into the midnight sky! You aren’t wanted up there yet, Butch! Franks: Somehow, someway The Butcher reversed the First Born’s Demise into a roll-up! Quadros: Luck I tell you! Luck! Franks: Somebody up there must like him! The Angel of Death sits up with a cold, dead stare over his blood ridden face. There is no celebration in his future. Only the worst parts of evil. He leans over and grabs The Butcher by the throat! He’s choking the Commissioner as the bell starts ringing again! DING! DING!…DING! DING!…Referee Sasha Brown jumps on his back but he just flicks her off to the mat! Driven by a new kind of power, the Angel of Death lifts The Butcher up with his hands around his neck still! He lifts The Butcher up into a vertical suplex! NO! He spins and drops The Butcher on his head with the HONORABLE DEATH stalling brain buster! Franks: Damn it, Angel! Enough! It’s over! Quadros: It’s never over for him, Carl! He won’t be satisfied until The Butcher has crossed the River Styx! The crowd boos unmercifully as the Angel rolls the Commissioner out onto the ring apron. Still not satisfied, he hoists the limp carcass of The Butcher up into the FIRST BORN’S DEMISE one more time! Only this time, The Butcher will not be rolling anything up! The Angel of Death drops The Butcher with the Gonso Bomb, head first into the pit of Hawaiian coals and red hot razor wire! OH!!! The crowd is disturbed as The Butcher is rendered unconscious and smoldering in the pit! Franks: Christ! Quadros: We’ll never see him again, Carl! The crowd continues to serenade the Angel of Death as he heads towards the catwalk. EMT’s begin running past him with fire extinguishers to put the pit out and perhaps save The Butcher’s life! The Angel never looks back as he heads down the catwalk, passing by a horrified Wren Chesney. He stops long enough to give her a cold stare and then disappears backstage. The screen cuts away as The Butcher is loaded onto a backboard and rushed backstage to a waiting ambulance. The scene is just too must for human decency. Wren Chesney remains standing there on the catwalk, looking at the blood soaked ring with an expression she’s never had before. WHERE ANGELS FEAR TO TRED... Franks: What a brutal match, in a night of brutal happenings. The Angel and Butcher have nearly killed each other tonight, and now we have only the cleanup from the match to wait for before one of the biggest feuds we've seen recently comes to a head. Quadros: Just when you thought you'd seen enough blood for one night, we still have Captain Howdy versus Terminus to come. Where's the Red Cross when you need them? Franks: I...oh no, not again. There's something going on in the back. This has to stop. Quadros: Let's see what it is already!! The camera goes to the back once more, as we see a bloody, battered Jason Sandman, as he staggers his way toward the first aid area. As he turns the corner, he nearly runs right into the smiling form of Captain Howdy. Howdy smiles... CH: Hello, Angel. Time to go home. JS: I... Even as the Angel begins to speak, Captain Howdy strikes. He runs at Sandman, and powers him into the cement wall directly behind him. As Sandman slumps down, the Captain just rains blow upon blow onto the head of his adversary. He then grabs Sandman by the hair, and drags him out to the more open area beyond the hallway, slamming his face and head into doors, walls, and tables as they go. Sandman tries to fight back, but is just too badly wounded. PWA employees scatter everywhere, as the two continue into the loading dock area. Franks: Howdy is just on a tear tonight!! He's looking to do some serious damage to Jason Sandman. Quadros: Isn't it great?? It's about time someone took care of him. Out back, the Captain is still relentlessly beating on Jason Sandman, slamming him into walls, roll-up doors, and trash cans. Sandman's arms are hanging at his sides, as he struggles to catch his breath. Howdy moves in again, but Sandman catches him with a desperation right hand. Another, and a third, and the Captain is reeling. Just as Sandman believes he has the upper hand, however, Howdy smashes him over the head with a crowbar. Sandman slumps to the floor, as the Captain turns toward the roll-up door, and smiles. He moves to the mechanism for the door, and opens it up. Outside, there is about a ten foot drop, as that is where the delivery trucks pull up to unload. Franks: Oh this can't be good. Someone has got to get back there and stop this!! Quadros: Would you want to try and stop Howdy right now? Franks: No, but that doesn't matter. I'm not a wrestler. Quadros: What makes you think any of them want anything to do with him? Howdy has now walked over to where Sandman is trying desperately to get to his feet. He grabs the fallen Angel, and pulls him to his feet. CH: Let's see if Angels can fly... The Captain then takes Sandman, and throws him over his own head with a huge belly to belly suplex. Sandman lands hard, and skids to the edge of the drop. The Captain turns and looks at his crumpled adversary, when a sick smile comes over his face. He walks over to Sandman, and picks him up, setting him over his back. Franks: Oh god...oh god no!!! Quadros: Oh my...you're right, this is too much... Howdy turns toward the open bay door, and stands right at the edge, facing out. He throws his head back and yells... CH: PLAYTIME'S OVER ANGEL!!! The Captain then jumps out, and falls, with Sandman on his back. The back of Jason's head and neck connects with the lip of the opening of the bay door, before the two of them crash the rest of the way to the ground. Howdy picks himself up slowly, then dusts himself off. The camera looks at Sandman, as his body twitches and spasms, a pool of blood forming beneath him, and his head and neck bent at an odd angle. CH: Rest in peace, Angel. May your fellow angels ferry you home to whatever punishment awaits those who fail your Father. The Captain then turns, and walks up the stairs on the side of the loading area, and back into the building, leaving Sandman lying where he fell, as the EMT's once again rush to the scene. Quadros: Man, the EMT's here are getting a real workout tonight. Franks: He's insane. He's just utterly insane. I only hope that Terminus can stop him, because the Captain has finally snapped. Quadros: No, not finally. He's always been like this. PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP Captain Howdy VS Terminus ~"Hatred is the madness of the heart”~ These words flash across the screen of the Trinitron, as many thousands in attendance rise to their feet in anticipation of the main event. Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a sixty minute time limit, and is for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship! Franks: Here we go, folks! This is our main event of the eveing, and while it's tough to imagine a match that could top the Master of Horrors and Butch Matches in terms of violence and sheer intensity, this World Heavyweight Championship Match might just be able to do it! Quadros: Indeed, the World Heavyweight Championship has a way of making competitors hate one another, but this match seems to have gone a mere desire to wear a title. The Captain has tried to end the career of the champion, and the champion has responded by drawing his rival's blood in return! The Captain enlisted the aid of one Nadia Snow, and exploited the bitterness that she feels toward her sister...and last week Terminus responded by forcing Howdy to choose between his prized pet and beloved Mistress before tasering him into oblivion! Franks: And...when one takes into account the fact that this match will have a guest referee that LOATHES the ground the champions walks upon, and who has now been implicated in the attempt on his life.... Quadros: As well as a guest referee who bears limited love for the challenger for eliminating his protégé from the ranks of PWA Competition... Franks: This makes for a very interesting contest. Let's get this started! "My Way" by Linkin Park heralds the arrival of Daz Van Dyke, who looks faintly ridiculous in his tailored pinstripe slacks and oversized official's shirt. The former TNW owner, and current PWA Board Director acknowledges the fan's boos with condescending sneer as he makes his way toward the ring, and then enters the squared circle, looking like he's rather be anywhere else at the moment. Quadros: Daz Van Dyke had a knack for making his presence known in Total Non-Stop Wrestling and for making enemies of various roster members, and in both cases has picked up right where he left off since he arrived in the PWA. Quadros: Yeah...it's nice to know that some things never change. Ferdinand: Introducing first...He is the number one contender to the PWA World Heavyweight Championship...he hails from Coney Island, New York, and weighed in today at 254 lbs...Here is your challenger....CAPTAIN HOWDY!!!! The lights dim, as "Captain Howdy" begins to play. He walks out from the back, flanked by two figures in hooded, lime-green robes. These two figures move away from him as he walks down the ramp, taking positions on each side of the top of the ramp, heads bowed, and hands in their sleeves. The big screen behind them shows various snippets of the Captain's PWA career, as he makes his way to the ring, acknowledging those who bow to him, and inviting them to join his cult. He ignores any others, as he steps into the ring and moves to the far side, handing off his jacket and walking stick to the attendant. He then moves to the corner, and at that moment, Nadia Snow emerges from the crowd and makes her way toward his corner. The Captain looks at her in surprise, but Nadia begs him to remain at ringside so that she can bask in his glory and watch him become the next PWA World Heavyweight Champion. Howdy studies the sincerity and adoration in her expression, and then nods his head, causing his Pet to break out into a wide smile as she watches him stare up the ramp and wait for the arrival of his opponent. Franks: Well, the crown may not like him, but it looks as though the challenger will have the support of Nadia Snow in his corner this evening. Quadros: And why shouldn't he!? After all...it was Howdy who secured her release from a mental institution, when her sister was content to leave her to rot inside a padded cell! Nadia knows this is more than happy to support the man she calls her Master...and the man that she will soon be able to call her Champion! Ferdinand: And his opponent....the two-time, and current PWA World Heavyweight Champion...he hails from Halifax Nova Scotia, and weighed in today at 190lbs...Here is the champion...."THE NEW AGE PUNISHER", TERMINUS! As "I Wear My Skin" starts to play over the sound system, the lights go dim, and the crowd rises to their feet to cheer as twin columns of red fireworks shower sparks the top of the stage . The lighting becomes a bit brighter, revealing the figure of Terminus standing at the top of the stage. Terminus keeps his attention focused upon the ring, staring daggers at his challenger, and then at Nadia Snow, before finally turning a withering gaze toward Daz. As highlights of his title winning victories play on the screen, the New Age Punisher draws his thumb across his throat, then slides under the bottom rope, and then holds up the PWA World Heavyweight Championship belt before tossing it roughly at Daz, who shows it to the challenger before giving it to the ring attendent. The champion then crouches in his corner, regarding his challenger with an ice-cold stare as he awaits the beginning of the match. Crowd: TERM-IN-US! TERM-IN-US! TERM-IN-US! TERM-IN-US! Franks: Well, Terminus has had an interesting second title reign, to say the least. He seems to have incurred the wrath of various members of the PWA roster and staff, ranging from the Butcher, to Daz, to his RTO stablemate Jiraiya Kaito during the course of the past few months. Yet through it all, he has remained as focused as ever, and through it all he continues to receive a generally positive reception from the fans! Quadros: That's because the fans don't know a true champion when they see one. It seems to me that Terminus is a man who desperately needs some Redemption for the sins that he's committed, and he'll get it tonight...after paying a price that consists of a pound of flesh, a quart of blood, and his World Heavyweight Championship! The two competitors glare at one another from their respective corners, and begin to exchange verbal barbs; the former TNW owner, and current referee looks less than thrilled about being here as he listens to the two men continue to hurl insults in one another's direction, and tells Terminus to quit pretending that he's the second coming of The Dark Knight, and then tells Howdy to stop acting like a second-rate Sideshow Bob impersonator! Both grapplers turn their attention to DVD and level withering stares in his direction, and Van Dyke decides that it's best to get the match started before the two wrestlers make their displeasure with him even more apparent. With that in mind, he turns to the timekeeper and signals for the opening bell, an action that elicits a loud cheer from the thousands and thousands of spectators in attendance! *DING! DING!* An eerie hush falls over the crowd as both the champion and the challenger take a couple of hesistant step forwards, eyes fixed upon one another as if to determine the other's intentions. Howdy then breaks out into a condescending smile and then starts to circle the ring, and the masked man smirks in response as he mirrors his movements. As Nadia Snow shouts support for her Master, the Captain initiates the action by diving in low and shooting for a single leg; the New Age Punisher sprawls nicely to avoid this attempt and counters into a front chancery. In response, Howdy grabs his opponent's wrist and reverses into a grounded hammerlock; the challenger scampers up to his feet and then, with a cruel smile, proceeds to walk across the back of the masked man before taking a moment to bow to his Prized Pet, who applauds gleefully in approval! *BIG TIME PWNAGE HEEL POP!* Terminus simply glowers through his mask as he rises back to his feet and then takes a moment to stare at the smirking form of Daz before turning his attention back to his grinning opponent. The begin to circle the ring once more for a few seconds before they finally lunge forward into a lock-up; Howdy uses his size advantage to bull his opponent back toward the nearest corner, but the masked man drops to one knee and widens his stance in order to stop his opponent's momentum. This allows his opponent the opportunity to sink in a side headlock; Terminus grabs his opponent's wrist and attempts to reverse into a top wristlock, but just as it appears as he'll be able to execute this counter, Howdy grabs him by his long black hair and pulls him back down into the headlock, grinning all the while! Franks: Oh, for the love of...! The Captain is already resorting to illegal tactics in order to gain the advantage in this contest! Quadros: Hey, with this much at stake, you have to do everything that you can to stay ahead of your opponent. And if he can't come up with a way to counter those tactics, then that's his problem! While the crowd makes their displeasure known, Terminus searches for another means of escape and ducks low, looking to lift his opponent up for a backdrop suplex counter. However the Captain shifts his weight, and goes absolutely nowhere, and continues to crank up the pressure on the headlock as the smile on his face grows that much more apparent. The New Age Punisher keeps his cool, though, and digs a couple of hard forearms to the ribs, allowing him the chance to shove Howdy off of him and into the ropes. Unfortunately for the masked man, the Captain uses the momentum of the move to charge forward into a hard running shoulder block, and immediately drops down on top of him, while grinding the forearm across his opponent's face on the ensuing cover: 1...T-Terminus Kicks Out with authority! Franks: Our first pinfall attempt of the match, and Terminus showed that he's still very much in this match by kicking out before the count of two! Quadros: Only you could get excited about some one being able to kick out, Carl! The truth of the matter is, Terminus is being outwrestled and outclassed in the early portion of the match by someone who seems to be the superior competitor! The two competitors quickly scramble back to their feet, and Howdy quickly reapplies the side headlock; Terminus digs another couple of forearms before tossing his challenger off of him once again. Once again, the Captain charges off the ropes, apparently looking to shoulder block his opponent to the mat once more. Terminus drops down to avoid this attack...only to have the challenger stop at the last moment, and deliver a hard stomp to the back of the head! As the crowd jeers this action, Howdy's grin takes on a maniacal edge as he watches his opponent roll around on the canvas and clutch the back of his head; the Coney Island native hauls foe up by the mask before quickly taking him back down to the mat with a snapmare and then proceeds to follow up with a BRUTAL soccer kick to the small of his opponent's back! *THWACK!* Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Nadia's shrill laughter matches Howdy's as the latter quickly pulls the arms of his foe back into a surfboard stretch, making certain to dig his knee into the small of the masked man's back. Smirking down at the champion, Daz asks him if he wants to quit, but is answered with a cold stare and a shake of the head. Instead, the New Age Punisher works his way back to his feet, and then leaps up and kicks back with both feet before rolling forward to complete the Double Mule Kick. Howdy staggers back into the ropes, but appears to be more annoyed than hurt as he simply charges forward and attempts to decapitate his rising opponent with a Clothesline. Somehow, Terminus senses this attack coming, and uses his challenger's momentum to execute a sweet ipponzei takedown, transitioning from this move into a tight Kneeling Armbar that causes the Captain's eyes to go wide with shock! Franks: What a display of technical prowess from Terminus to counter his opponent's clothesline into a possible submission attempt! Quadros: What you call "technical prowess", I call "pure luck" Terminus smiles through his mask as he begins to crank up the pressure on the hold. Howdy winces in pain, but maintains his composure as he begins to work his way back to his feet, Howdy then scoops his opponent up into the air and slams him down to the mat; but Terminus keeps his grip on the hold and rolls through the slam, taking his challenger back down to the mat! The New Age Punisher wrenches back on the hold once again, causing Howdy to yell out, but the challenger remains undaunted as he rises off the mat once again! This time, the champion stomps down hard on his calf to drive him to one knee, and then take him down onto his back with a Hairpull Takedown before reapplying the arm lock! Quadros: Hey! There was absolutely no need for Terminus to do that! Franks: A wise man once said "With this match at stake..." Quadros: Oh, shut up! Just shut up! As Nadia Snow shrieks her objection to the use of these tactics, the champion stares up at Daz, and mouths the words "ask him", to which Daz responds by saying "I don't feel like it". An angered Terminus wrenches back on the hold even further, causing Howdy to cry out in agony, and then pulls him up to his feet and drives the point of the elbow down hard onto his rival's extended limb. Howdy drops to one knee momentarily but responds with a nasty forearm smash that allows him to whip Terminus into the ropes. As the champion rebounds toward him, the Coney Island native drops down and takes his opponent over his shoulder with a back bodydrop; however Terminus uses his remarkable agility to flip forward to his feet, and then proceeds to spin himself into a Standing 540 Crescent Kick that connects with such force that it causes the Captain to hurtle out of the ring and onto the arena floor! Franks: OH! The Captain's out of the ring after taking that kick, and given how the match has turned around, I can't actually blame him that much for wanting to take a moment to collect himself! Of course, I'm not certain if the champion is going to allow him that opportunity...! A vicious grin eyes the face of Terminus as he watches his opponent attempt to collect himself on the outside; he then races forward and then vaults forward over the top rope into a front somersault in an apparent plancha attempt that compels the Captain to dive out of the way; however, the Champion keeps his grip on the top stand and skins the cat with a flip back into the ring! As the crowd applauds this pretty spectacular feint, Terminus then smiles down pleasantly at his frowning opponent and then holds the ropes open while motioning Howdy to come in; the Captain glares at Terminus for a moment and makes his way toward another set of ropes, only to be cut off by the New Age Punisher who simply holds the ropes open while motioning for his opponent to return. Rolling his eyes, Howdy hops onto the ring apron and prepares to duck through the open set of ropes...only to have Terminus release his grip upon them and cause the strand to bounce off the back of Howdy's head while making his way back to the center of the ring! *HUGE PAYBACK POP!* Howdy stares with unmitigated hatred at the masked man, whose eyes grow cold as he invites his rival to try another lock-up. The Captain seems only to happy to comply, and lunges forward, only to have his opponent duck at the last moment and rake him down into a quick roll-up pinfall attempt: 1...T-Howdy kicks out with authority and charges forward once again, only to be taken down with a drop toehold; Terminus quickly bends his opponent's arm behind his back and then takes his opponent's shoulders to the mat with a beautiful magistral Cradle: 1...TW-Another Kick Out! Terminus waits for Howdy to rise, and then proceeds to connect with a Standing Dropkick that catches his opponent flush in the face and knocks him onto his back! Terminus then follows up with a Standing Shooting Star Press that connects flush against the chest of his opponent, before hooking the leg on the ensuing cover: 1...2...Kick Out! Franks: After a slow start, the champion has really turned things around, hasn't he? Quadros: That my friend, is is a brilliant example of stating the obvious! Sensing that he has to quicken the tempo even further in order to keep his opponent off balance, the champion waits for his opponent to rise, and then lays into him with a series of alternating shoot kicks to the ribs, followed by a Jump Spinning Back Kick that sends the Captain reeling back into a corner. Terminus follows up this attack with a stiff muay-thai style Jumping Knee Smash to the face that causes the Captain to slump to the seat of his trunks in the corner. The New Age Punisher then adds a series of stiff, insulting bootscrapes to his opponent's face, and then caps this sequences by racing to the other side of the ring and leaping into a Running Hesitation Dropkick that catches his opponent flush in the face! A bit of blood appears to trickle from Howdy's lips and nose as he slumps onto his face, and Terminus pulls him awy from the corner signals that the end is near by giving his throat slash and then hops onto the top rope! Franks: This could be it! We could be watching Captain Howdy become the latest victim of TERMINAL VELOCITY! Quadros: NO! Indeed, the World Champion sails off into the Phoenix Splash that serves as his best known finisher; Howdy still has the presence to roll out of the way of this attack, but Terminus is somehow able to adjust in mid-air and roll forward through the maneuver to a standing position. Terminus tries to take Howdy's head off with a spinning back fist as the latter rises off the mat, only to have the Coney Island native block this maneuver, and then whip his rival into the cables! Thinking quickly, the champion uses the momentum of this to propel himself into a Satellite Headscissors, but the Captain responds to this attempt by dropping to one knee and turning the hold into a Hanging Over the Shoulder Single Leg Crab. With a maniacal laugh, Howdy then begins to spin around and around before finally hurling his opponent HARD into the nearest corner! *OH THAT HAD TO HURT HEEL POP!* The Captain releases another burst of gleeful laughter as he regards th sight of his woozy opponent as the latter lies in a heap on the mat, wondering what the hell hit him! Sauntering over to where he lies, Howdy pulls him up by the mask and then shoves him roughly back into the corner before pie-facing him in insulting fashion! As the crowd boos, Howdy then follows him with a stiff forearm! Another pie-face! Chop to the throat! A third pie-face, followed by a Heart Punch! Howdy then delivers a series of headbutts to his battered opponent, and then backs up a few steps and sprints forward into a Running Corner Clothesline! The Captain then sinks in a side headlock and charges forward into a Bulldog that spikes his opponent head-first onto the mat! Howdy then rolls his opponent over, and places a single hand on his chest: 1....The Captain removes the hand from its position on top of his opponent and uses it to SLAP him hard across the face! *DEAFENING CHANT OF "A-HOLE!" "A-HOLE!" The Captain takes little notice of these jeers, or even of Nadia's screams of support or Daz's smirk; instead, his attention is focused square upon his opponent as the latter tries to drag himself to his feet. Hauling his opponent up by the hair, Howdy buries a hard knee to the gut to double him over, and then takes him over into a Vertical Suplex, which at the last moment is converted into a Hangman's Neckbreaker! Howdy's smile becomes a little bit wider as he causally rolls over and applies the cover: 1...2...TH-Kick Out! Not looking terribly surprised or displeased, the challenger simply pulls his opponent up to his feet once more and whips him into the ropes. The Captain then waits for his nemesis to rebound toward him and then lifts him up into a Flapjack before dropping him into a murderous European Uppercut that connects flush against his opponent's face! Terminus collapses to the mat, looking dead to the word, and Howdy's grin becomes that much wider as he drops down to apply another lateral press: 1...2...THR- Another Kick Out! Franks: Wow! The Captain is just taking Terminus apart at the moment with an assortment of vicious strikes and high-impact maneuvers! Quadros: Everything about the Captain is vicious and high-impact, Carl...and the champion is finding that out the hard way! Howdy smile remains apparent, and it's obvious that he's thrilled to have the chance to administer more punishment to his rival. With that in mind, he backs up a few steps and delivers a brutal running field goal kick to the head just as the latter begins to rise! Terminus crashes onto his back, and Nadia has her hands raised in victory as Howdy once again applies the cover: 1...2...THRE-Kick Out Again! Nadia lets out a frustrated groan, and Howdy's smile flickers in place, but reappears as he pulls his opponent back up to his feet and then scoops him up before placing him upside down in the corner in tree of woe position! Howdy then backs up a few steps and charges forward into a brutal Running Corner Kneesmash, and then lifts the still hanging champion up into an Inverted Headlock, and then drops the champ across his knee with an elevated BROKEN TOYS! The Captain's smile appears to be radiant as he applies what he seems to think will be the final cover, this time with a hook of the leg: 1...2...THREEEENOOOO! Terminus gets a shoulder off the mat at the last split-second! *MASSIVE FIGHTING SPIRIT POP!* Howdy glares at Daz, who seems less than impressed himself as he holds up two fingers; and stares daggers at his foe as he watches him rise. When that happens, The Captain doubles him over with a kick to the gut and then delivers a thunderous folding power bomb that drives the champion back-first into the mat for yet another pinfall attempt: 1...2...Terminus somehow finds the energy to kick out but Howdy keeps a hold of his opponent's legs before turning him over into a Boston Crab! The masked man yells out in agony as he desperately begins to claw his way toward the ropes, but his task is made that much harder when his opponent converts the hold into an STF! Terminus continues to drag himself toward the cables, but Howdy cooly cuts him off by chaining directly into a Crossface! Quadros: The Captain may be the personification of evil, and he may brawl as well as anyone on the planet, but this man is a flat-out genius when it comes to wrestling on the mat and he's proving it this evening! The crowd breaks into a "Please Don't Tap!" chant, and this seems to inspire the champion to keep fighting, because he shakes his head when the former TNW owner asks him if he wants to quit, and continues to try and maneuver closer to the stands. Terminus reaches out for the bottom cable, only to have the challenger pull his arm back and apply the Magic Rings! Terminus continues to try and work himself toward the strands, and reaches out for the bottom cable...only to have Nadia reach out and pull it away from him! *YOU'RE SUCH A BITCH AND WE HATE YOUR GUTS HEEL POP!* For one agonizingly long second, it seems as the champion will have no recourse but to tap and relinquish the title, but then, somehow and someway, he finds the strength needed to reach out and latch onto the bottom cable, and continues to hold onto it even as Nadia starts to BITE his hand! Howdy shoves his opponent off of him in disgusted fashion at the count of four, and then stares down at the masked man as he pulls him roughly to his feet, and then boots him in the gut, before setting him up for the Vertebreaker that has won so many matches for him in the past! Quadros: PLAYTIME'S OVER! WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION! Franks: NO! TERMINUS COUNTERS! Indeed, Terminus is somehow able to find the way to twist out of this hold, and then rolls forward into a Standing Front-Flip Neckbreaker! OH! Both men are down following this exchange; with Howdy holding his neck, and the champion trying to shake off the cobwebs sustained from the beating that he's taken earlier in the match! Both men climb back to their feet at roughly the same time, but despite taking the last move, the Captain still looks to be the fresher of the two. Howdy takes advantage of this by nailing his foe with another European Uppercut that sends him reeling back into the ropes, and then whips his opponent back-first into the nearest turnbuckle! Howdy then proceeds to charge in after him with a Running Corner Spear, but Terminus dives out of the way, and Howdy connects shoulder first against the steel post! Franks: Did you hear the impact when Howdy's shoulder collided with the steel post!? I think he may well have dislocated his shoulder! Quadros: I...I don't think it's so bad... Franks: Well, regardless of whether it is, or isn't, it gives Terminus a clear target to focus his attack upon as the match progresses... Quadros: ....OK...This IS bad... Terminus watches the Captain slump to the mat, cradling his arm; and stares at him through narrow eyes before hauling him to the feet by the now wounded limb and then driving him, once again, shoulder first into the steel post! Smirking through his mask, the champion pulls Howdy back to his feet by the injured arm, twists it into an armwringer and then snaps it over his shoulder into an armbreaker! Howdy tumbles back to his mat, and lets out a blood-curdling cry. Nadia lets out her own cry of anguish, but Terminus isn't in the mood to be sympathetic as he pulls Howdy back to his feet and reapplies a hammerlock before hoisting his opponent up into a Backdrop Suplex, causing his opponent to land directly onto the wounded shoulder and arm! The champion quickly rolls over and applies a cover, with the hook of the leg: 1...2...TH-Kick Out! Unfazed, Terminus pulls Howdy back up and reapplies the hammerlock before dropping down into a Snap DDT. Another cover: 1...2...THRE-Howdy Kicks Out again! Keeping his composure, Terminus pulls his opponent up and then takes him over into a Bridging Hammerlock Northern Lights Suplex: 1...2..THREENO! Howdy gets a shoulder up! Franks: Terminus has been an absolute number on that injured arm of Howdy, and you have to wonder just much more that limb is going to be able to take! Terminus then pulls Howdy up by the injured limb and applies a standing armbar before running up the turnbuckles and twisting off into a Tornado Single Arm DDT! Terminus immediately chains this move into a Bridging Fujiwara Armbar and wrenches back on the arm lock for all that he's worth in order to draw the submission! The crowd breaks out into a "Tap! Tap! Tap!" chant- and the fact that Nadia keeps telling them to shut the hell up makes them chant that much louder! Tears of pain are coming from the Captain's face as the champion tries to wrench his arm out of its socket, but he refuses to quit and claws his way toward the sanctuary of the ropes. The New Age Punisher arches back even higher on the bridge, but the Captain refuses to tap and pulls himself JUST close enough where he can reatch out and grab the bottom stand to force a break of the hold! *CROWD GROANS IN FRUSTRATION!* The champion looks as though he's had quite enough of his opponent, and draws his thumb across his throat before applying a Carrajera (hammerlock/octopus stretch combo). Terminus wrenches back on THIS particular submission attempt for a while as he watches the Captain's eyes go glassy from the pain. The challenger's continues to drag himself toward the ropes, however, and the champ seems content to let him do so until Howdy is within reach of grabbing onto the bottom strand. Terminus then releases his grip on the Octopus, and then pulls his opponent back up to his feet before scooping him up and sitting out into a Hammerlock Michinoku Driver II! Instead of going for the pin, Terminus scales the turnbuckles, before sailing off into his much-feared Phoenix Splash that connects FLUSH against the torso of his battered opponent! *OFF THE CHARTS FINISHER POP!* Franks: TERMINAL VELOCITY! IT CONNECTS! THE CHAMPION RETAINS! (The New Age Punisher allows a smile to creep through his mask, and Daz shakes his head in disgust as he drops down to issue what everyone KNOWS is the final three count of the match:) (ONE...................................TWO................................THREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! WAIT!!! NO!!! Franks: ARE YOU KIDDING!? Quadros: HOWDY KICKED OUT!!! THIS IS HIS NIGHT, I TELL YOU, AND THERE IS NOTHING THAT THE CHAMPION CAN DO TO PREVENT THAT!!! (Even through his mask, it's apparent that the champion is in a state of shock and disbelief as he stares down at his opponent, before casting a withering glare at Daz, who smiles, holds up two fingers, and proceeds to flip off the masked man. Rolling his eyes, the Canadian turns his attention back to his opponent and picks him off of the mat before doubling him over with a kick to the gut, and then sinking in a double underhook. The New Age Punisher then lifts his opponent upside down, and holds him there for a moment before dropping him directly onto the crown of his head with the Requiem Aeternam Butterfly Piledriver! Terminus clutches his back, and it takes a moment for him to roll over and drape an arm across his opponent's chest, but Howdy lies inert the entire time, and remains so as Daz drops down to begin his count:1......2......THREEEEEEEEENOOOOOOOOO!!!! HOWDY KICKS OUT! HOWDY IS STILL ALIVE!) *WE HATE YOUR GUTS BUT YOU ARE ONE TOUGH SOB RESPECT POP!* The champion slams the mat in frustration, and stares helplessly into the crowd before he looks up at Daz and breaks out into an enigmatic grin. Pulling his opponent to his feet, the masked man applies an armwringer, and then, after staring pointedly at Daz, prepares to apply the Triangle Lancer Ashes to Ashes! NO! As Terminus kicks his leg over to attempt the move, Howdy drops to one knee and then nails his opponent from behind with an uppercut that connects directly where it hurts! The crown boos UNHOLY heel heat, because Daz just stood there and acted like it didn't happen! The booing becomes even louder when Howdy follows up this attack with a pumphandle, and lifts his oppoment into a Sheerdrop Thunderfire Powerbomb! Quadros: Holy...! The ring shook after the head, neck and shoulders connected with that move! The ring literally SHOOK! A quivering Terminus looks to be all but knocked out after taking that last high impact move, but Howdy doesn't look to be in much better condition as he flops onto his back, and tries to shake some feeling back into his arm! After a few moments, the Captain rolls over, and on top of the New Age Punisher for the cover: 1.....2.....THR-Terminus kicks out! Taking a deep breath, Howdy climbs back to his feet, and pulls his opponent up by the mask before whipping him face-first into the nearest corner; the masked man hits chest -first into the turnbuckles with a loud "oof", and staggers back from the impact...directly into a sick Running Clothesline that catches him flush in the back of the head! With a sick giggle, Howdy leans down and applies a grounded full nelson, and then takes him over into a Dragon Suplex, somersaulting backward on top of his supine opponent before applying his vaunted Full Nelson Camel Clutch! *THIS IS REALLY BAD FINISHER POP!* Quadros: BACK TO THE ROCKING HORSE! The champion's eyes go wide with pain as he frantically tries to push himself toward the ropes using a frog style motion with his legs. Howdy leans back harder to exert more pressure on his submission finisher, causing the champion to cry out, but the masked man will NOT submit! He will NOT give his nemesis, or the man who tried to kill him that satisfaction. Instead he pushes himself forward once more, only to have Howdy arch back even father on the camel clutch variation. With a cruel smirk, Daz checks the glassy-eyed champion's hand to see if there is any fight left inside of him...and it FALLS. Daz checks for a second time...and it falls again...and it falls AGAIN! Daz checks the hand for the final time....and... Quadros: NEW CHAMPION!!! NO! It stays up! In fact, Terminus pushes himself forward once more, and is able to reach out and grab onto the ropes! ! Daz rolls his eyes and orders Howdy to break the hold, which he does by lifting him up and slamming him down hard into a Full Nelson Slam before applying another cover: 1.....2......THREEEEEEEEEENOOOOOO! Foot on the ropes! The Captain looks aghast as he glares down at his opponent and applies a blantant choke in front of Daz, who doesn't appear to care one way or the other! A series of mounted punches follow, and Terminus can only cover up in a feeble attempt to defend himself! Franks: Oh come on! Daz has been letting Howdy and Nadia get away with the use of illegal tactics all night! Quadros: Well, he's not a trained official, so what do you expect!? Besides, if you want to blame someone for this, then blame Terminus, because it was HIS idea to have Daz be the special guest referee! Once he's satisfied that he's done enough damage, Howdy pulls the stricken champion to his feet, and then yells out "PLAYTIME'S OVER!" as Nadia jumps up and down and goes ballistic! Howdy lifts his opponent into the air....but Terminus somehow finds a way to flip out of the move and land on his feet behind Howdy. Before the Captain can react, the New Age Punisher cinches in a cobra-clutch, and then takes him down with a Russian Legsweep while maintaining this grip on the hold! The Captain's eyes go wide with pain as the champion rolls him over and chains into a Cobra-Clutch Crossface combo, but refuses to quit and tries to pull himself closer to the ropes. Terminus smiles slightly through his mask as he watches the Coney Island native struggle toward the strands, before pulling him up and leaping into a shining Triangle choke while maintaining his grip on the origial hold! Franks: WAVE OF MUTILATION! Quadros: COME ON HOWDY! YOU BROKE THIS HOLD ONCE, AND YOU CAN DO IT AGAIN! The crowd once again breaks out into chants of "Tap! Tap! Tap!" as Terminus rocks back and forth on the submission attempt in order to gain the victory. Howdy just won't quit, though, and wills his way back to his feet and deadifts his opponent into the air in an effort to slam him down with a modified slam! NO! Terminus rolls Howdy back down to the mat with a modified Rana...but that leaves him within proximity of Nadia, who reaches under the bottom rope, and jabs the end of her Captain's walking stick directly into the side of his neck! The eyes of Terminus go wide with pain as he releases his grip on the hold, and after running his fingers along his neck, and seeing the blood that is seeping from the minor laceration that has now been created, casts a withering glare in his future sister-in-law's direction and rolls outside to make her aware of just how displeased he is with her behavior! Crowd: TERMITE'S GONNA KILL YOU! TERMITE'S GONNA KILL YOU! Quadros: How can this crowd advocate violence against women!? Franks: Nadia Snow is less woman and more obedient pet at this point! Quadros: Well, then how can they condone violence against animals!? Either way, this just sucks! Terminus levels a cold glare in the direction of his future sister in law as he watches her let out a shrill war cry and swing the walking stick at his head! The New Age Punisher blocks this attempt by grabbing Nadia's wrist, and then proceeds to wrench the cane free of her grasp. He then twirls it in his other hand while keeping his grip upon her wrist, and smirks through his mask as he watches Nadia start to go pale. Looking out into the crowd, the masked man listens to the spectators break out into a chant of "DO IT!" but simply tosses it to the side as he twists Nadia's wrist at an unnatural angle. The Captain's pet winds up with her other hand in order to deliver a full-armed slap, but the New Age Punisher intercepts this blow and bends the other hand into a wristlock as well. The New Age Punisher stares meaningfully at Nadia as he watches her wince from the pressure that he's beginning to apply to the hold...but fails to notice that his opponent has now recovered somewhat from the abuse that he's taken..and pays for that mistake when Howdy sails through the ropes and catches him with a Flying Clothesline to the back of the head! Franks: Jeez! Howdy's not known to take flight that often, but that high-risk move paid off for him! Quadros: Indeed. You would think, by now, that Terminus would realize that it's NEVER a good idea to turn one's back on someone like the Captain! After taking a moment to dust himself off, the Captain and Nadia stare gleefully at one another as they double team the masked man with an assortment of stomps and kicks! The Captain then pulls the New Age Punisher back to his feet, and then proceeds to send him flying upsde down into the guard rail with a Belly to Belly Suplex. After conferring with his Pet for a moment, the Captain then tosses Ferdinand off of his chair and tosses it to her, and then breaks out into a wide, evil grin as he watches her place it in front of the champion's head, and then hop onto the ring apron and deliver a wicked seated missile dropkick that drives the chair into the masked man's face! * UNEARTHLY HEEL POP!* The Captain then grabs the discarded walking stick and makes his way over to where the masked man lies, and then brings it down HARD onto his ribcage! THUNK! Howdy's smile becomes just a little wider as he drives the butt end of the cane into the rib cage once more! THUNK! Smirking maliciously, he then applies a cross-face chickenwing, using the cane to apply additional leverage to the hold, before falling back into a Millennium Suplex that causes the World Champion to crash stomach first onto the steel steps! Howdy then strolls over to where the champion lies, and, with a sick grin, prepares to bring the cane directly onto the top of his head. The challenger raises the cane up to strike... Quadros: NICE KNOWING YA, TERMITE! Franks: WAIT A SECOND! LOOK! But fails to take into account that NATALIE SNOW has emerged from the crowd and is now standing behind him with a chair in her hand! CRACK! Nataile brings the steel chair down onto the back of Howdy's head, causing him to fall to his knees! Natalie quickly cinches in a Front Facelock and falls into her Divine Offering Snap Legsweep DDT, driving Howdy face-first onto the chair; she then grabs the walking stick that Howdy dropped and prepares to make the Captain pay for treating her lover so badly...but her sister has other ideas, and connects with a ferocious running chair shot that knocks Natalie completely senseless! Franks: OH! It's hard to believe that Nadia continues to habor such bitterness toward her sister, but she just provided us with a glimpse of it with one of the sickest CHAIR shots that I've ever seen! Quadros: Well, it's Natalie own damned fault for coming back to the stadium when she shouldn't have and doing her best to ruin a perfectly acceptable beatdown! As Nadia assumes the rear mount and rains punches down upon her stricken sister, the two competitors stumble back to their feet and begin exhanging blows! Right hand by Terminus! Right hand by Howdy! Forearm from Terminus! Forearm in return from the Captain! Uppercut throat thrust from the champion leaves the number one contender gaspng for breath, and Terminus follows up by rubbing the eyes of the challenger along the blood-soaked ring apron! Howdy staggers backward as he turns his back to his rival and Terminus doesn't waste a second; hopping onto the apron he Backflips over Howdy into a DDT that spikes him head-first onto the floor! BEGINNING OF THE END! Terminus glares down at the prone form of his rival, and then climbs onto the ring apron once again before springboards off into Springboard Phoenix Splash that connects FLUSH against the form of his prone rival! Franks: TERMINAL VELOCITY TO THE OUTSIDE! Quadros: That's all well and good, but he's got to get Howdy back into the ring in order to capitalize upon this, and I think that someone is going to make that task more difficult than he could possibly have imagined! Indeed, Nadia has ceased her assault upon her sister and is now staring daggers at the masked man as she watches him rise! With a shrill battle cry, she charges forward and clocks the unsuspecting masked man from behind with a Shining Enzuigiri that causes him to fall flat on his face! She then takes the dented steel chair that she used earlier and brings it down HARD onto the masked man's head! CRACK! Nadia then grabs a bottle of water out of the hands of a front row spectator and pours it over the Captain in an effort to revive him. This seems to work, for the Captain stumbles back to his feet, and then glares down at the stricken masked man while Naida makes her way over to where her sister lies and then applies her own version of the Back to the Rocking Horse! Franks: This is horrible! Why isn't Daz doing anything about the carnage that's taking place outside!? Quadros: I think he's enjoying this sight just as much as I am. But no one's enjoying this sight any more than the Captain! He's having a blast! Indeed, the Captain breaks out into a wide smile as regards Nadia applying his submission finisher to her sister, and then pulls Terminus up to his feet before hoisting him up into a Fireman's carry and spinning him so that he has a good view of the way that his fiance is being treated! Howdy then falls to the side, spiking his opponent head-first onto the floor with a Fireman's Carry Brainbuster, and then makes his way over to where the sisters are situated while picking up his walking stick. The challenger then positions himself in front of Natalie, and tilst her chin up with his cane so that she can clearly see the malice in his eyes, before he raises the walking stick....and has it wrenched out of his grasp by a large man who is situated in the front row! Franks: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! THE ANGEL OF DEATH JUST SAVED NATALIE! Quadros: THAT BASTARD! WHAT RIGHT DOES HE HAVE TO...Oh, It's the Angel...Never mind! After watching what he just did to the Butcher, he can do whatever he wants, as far as I'm concerned! An infuriated Captain Howdy spins around, just in time to be clocked in the face with his walking stick! CRACK! Howdy flops to the floor, bleeding profusely, and his condition is made that much worse when the Angel produces a metal spike out of his pocket and marks Howdy by STABBING him with its point! STAB! The Angel does it again! And again! And again and again and again! The Captain's face is now a gory mask, but this doesn't seem to bother the Angel as he continues to stab Howdy for a while before lifting him up and applying the waistlock crab that he calls GOD DAMN YOU! Angel wrenches back as much as he can on this hold, and doesn't seem to care that much that Nadia has now leaped onto his back and is raking his face with her nails! But someone else does, because a very pissed off MARY KATHERINE emerges from the crowd and wrenches Nadia off her lover with a Wraparound Lung Blower, before rolling her over into her Straight Jacket Camel Clutch to complete the execution of the MK-16!!! Quadros: This is out of control! Why doesn't someone DO something!? Franks: Hmm...Wonder where I heard THAT before.... By this time, Natalie has recovered sufficiently to rise to her feet, and regards the scene before her with a look of confusion, before her face assumes a determined and angered expression. Yelling "turn that bitch over!", Natalie grabs a steel chair and hops onto the apron before scaling the turnbuckles. Mary Katherine comlies with the request and rolls Nadia over that she lies suspended across her knees...and Natalie proceeds to fly off the top rope into a SHOOTING STAR PRESS THAT DRIVES THE STEEL CHAIR INTO HER SISTER'S HEAD AS SHE LIES ACROSS THE KNEES OF MK!!!!!!!! Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Nadia tumbles off of MK's knees and lies motionless on the floor. Natalie is rolling around on the floor, clutching her ribs and gasping for breath, while members of Hammerfist Security stream to the ring to pry the Angel off of Howdy and usher him and MK out of the stadium. Meanwhile, Terminus has struggled back to his feet, and after staring at the scene of carnage at ringside, turns his attention back to the battered and very bloody Howdy and rolls him back into the ring before following him in with a Slingshot Hangover Legdrop that connects flush across the neck of his opponent! Cover: ONE....TWO.....THRE-NO! FOOT ON THE ROPES! Quadros: Phew! I would have HATED to have seen Terminus retain the title simply because he was able to capitalize upon the actions of his RTO associates! Franks: The same way you would have HATED to see Howdy win by capitalizing upon the actions of one of his devoted Cult Members? Quadros: Whatever. Ferdinand: There are FIVE Minutes remaining in this contest! Keeping his cool, the champion ducks outside the ropes once again, and scales the turnbuckles as he watches his opponent wobble drunkenly back to his feet. As soon as Howdy turns around, the Champion sails off into a perfect Swan Dive DDT that spikes his opponent's head into the mat! Terminus then rolls his opponent over and then climbs up the ropes once again before bouncing off the rope into a mind-boggling Split-Legged Sky Twister Press that connects flush against his prone opponent. Cover, with the hook of the leg: ONE....TWO.....THREEEEEENO! HOWDY IS STILL IN THIS! Franks: What is it going to take for Terminus to keep his opponent down on the mat for a three count! We've watched him hit every move in the book, yet the Captain keeps coming back for more! Quadros: That's because Howdy is a better and tougher competitor than the champion could ever hope to be, and he's proving it tonight! The Champion shakes his head, and then draws his thumb across his throat as he pulls the challenger up to his feet and prepares to spike him through the mat with the Northern Lights Bomb he calls Viaticum! Wait! Howdy reaches out and, in one motion, rakes the eyes and twists the mask so that the garmet covers his eyes! Terminus lets go of the Captain and frantically tries to readjust the mask, and this allows the challenger to scoop his rival off the mat and drop him on his head with a Cradle Suplex Brainbuster! OH! Quadros: Wow, what a move by Howdy to turn the match back in his favor! Some might call it desperate, and some might call it smart, but either way, it sure as hell was effective! Howdy chooses not to go for the pin, but instead pulls his blinded rival back to his feet before driving him down into the mat with a thunderous Sky High! Cover, with the hook of the legs: ONE!.....TWO! .....THR-Kick Out! Letting out a loud war cry through bloody lips, the Captain pulls his opponent off the mat and then picks him up and drops him down into a Tombstone Piledriver! OH! The challenger lifted him back up and then delievered a second, spinning tombstone! Howdy then kneels down, grabs both his his opponent's wrists, and forces him to the mat for another cover: ONE! .......TWO!.......THRE-WAIT! Terminus bridges off the mat, and then does a back somersault into a double wristlock before leaping up and double stomping his rival's arms! Howdy falls to his knees, clutching his arms in pain, and the half-blind champion follows up this counter with Shining Wizard that connects flush against his rival's temple! Terminus dives on top of his opponent for another cover: ONE!....TWO!.....THREENOOO! Howdy kicks out! Franks: And once again, Terminus finds a way to turn the match back in his favor! The champion has been wrestling the proverbial match of his life this evening, and given the intensity of his opponent's assault, he's pretty much had to in order to stay in this contest! Terminus takes a moment to readjust the mask while a now-recovered Natalie pounds on the mat and cheers him on! Hauling Howdy up ny his hair, the champion cinches in a front facelock, hooks the leg, and drops his rival on his head with a Small Package Driver before converting it into a pinning combination: ONE!......TWO!......WHAT!? Howdy is somehow able to find it in himself and reverse the small package so that his opponent's shoulders are on the mat: ONE!........TWO!.......KICK OUT! Both men scramble up to their feet as quickly as they can; the masked man is up faster and capitalizes with a stiff shoot kick to Howdy's injured arm! The Captain cringes in pain, and the champion then sets him up for the Spinning Unprettier that won him the match at last year's Redempion! DIES IRAE! NO! Howdy counters....and BOY does he counter by lifting his opponent up and spiking him down head first with savage looking Vertebreaker! *THAT'S ALL SHE WROTE FINISHER HEEL POP!* Quadros: PLAYTIME'S OVER! THAT'S THE MOVE THAT NEARLY ENDED THE CHAMPION'S CAREER, AND THAT'S THE MOVE THAT IS GOING TO END HIS TITLE REIGN! Natalie lets out a sorrow-filled cry of anguish and screams her lover's name as she watches him quiver on the mat! The Captain breaks into into sick laughter and his eyes gleam with malice as he rolls on top of the champion and hooks both legs on the ensuing cover: Quadros: THIS IS IT! ONE......!!! TWO....!!! THREE....!!! WAIT...!!! WAIT...!!! *ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING POP!* Franks: HE GOT A SHOULDER UP! TERMINUS GOT A SHOULDER UP! TERMINUS KICKED OUT! I CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT I JUST SAW! The crowd goes absolutely MOLTEN, but Natalie's jouyous cries and be heard above the cheers as she leads the spectators in a chant of "YOU CAN'T BEAT HIM!" Howdy lets out a primal roar of anger as he pounds his fist on the ring in anger before glaring at Daz, who simply shakes his head and holds up two fingers, After pacing back and forth for a moment, the Captain hauls the stricken champion back to his feet and, with a yell of "This time, Playtime really IS OVER!!!" lifts him up for another Vertebreaker! No! Howdy's injured shoulder seems to have been aggravated from the effort of this move attempt, allowing a desperate Terminus to reach and grab onto the top rope, before pulling Howdy into a Hanging Reverse Figure Four Necklock! Ferdinand: There is ONE MINUTE remaining in this contest! Howdy's eyes go wide, and then start to go glassy from the fatigue and loss of blood as his opponent arches back on the chokehold! Terminus continues to exert as much pressure as he can, and Daz checks Howdy's hand to see if there's any fight left in him! It falls once...falls TWICE.....but with one last effort, the Captain pulls himself and his opponent about a foot away from the cables, and drops down into a modified PLAYTIME'S OVER! Terminus takes the brunt of the blow on his neck and shoulders, and lies twitching on the mat! The Captain's eyes go vacant as she slumps onto his side and stares sightllessly off into the distance. Natalie, and a now more or less recovered Nadia are both screaming support for their respective associates as the crowd counts down the final seconds! Crowd: 10..9...8... Howdy blinks a couple of times and then slowly rolls over onto his stomach and and lifts his head to note the sight of the fallen champion Crowd: 7...6...5... The Captain claws and pulls himself on his stomach toward the champion as his eyes grow wider and wider through his crimson mask and he lifts his arm up... Crowd: 4... ...and drapes it across the chest of Terminus, which copels Daz to drop down and make the count! ONE! TWO! *DING!* TERMINUS GETS A HAND ON THE ROPE! DAZ'S HAND HITS THE MAT FOR A THIRD TIME! *DING!* Terminus and the Captain lay side by side, with their welt-ridden chests heaving for air. The Snow twins cast concerned glances at the two wrestlers, and then their gazes become inquisitive as they stare at Daz, who smirks slightly as he stares at Terminus and Howdy, before exiting the ring and conferring with the timekeeper and the announcer. The crowd volume quiets down into a nearly-deathly hust as Daz listens to what the timekeeper has to say and then says something to Freddy Ferdinand that causes the announcer's eyes to go wide with shock! The guest official then slides back into the ring with his smirk a little more apparent as the rising competitors and the Snow Twins stare intently at him. Franks: What...what's happening!? Quadros: Daz just informed Fat Freddy that the Captain is going to become the next PWA World Champion...that's what! Franks: Well, I guess we're about to find out, because here's Freddy with the official announcement! One can hear a pin drop throughout the arena as the announcer raises the microphone to his lips... Ferdinand: Ladies and Gentlemen, referee Daz Van Dyke has ruled that the sixty minute time limit had expired before the count could be completed..... Crowd: FIVE MORE MINUTES! FIVE MORE MINUTES! Both wrestlers stare out into the crowd, and their body language seems to indicate that they agree with this sentiment. Ferdinand: Therefore.... This match... Crowd: FIVE MORE MINUTES! FIVE MORE MINUTES! Ferdinand: Will go to the REFEREE’s scorecard! *WTF!? POP!* Franks: Referee's scorecard!? What the hell...!? Howdy blinks in surprise and Terminus frowns through his mask as he stares at the guest official as the latter raises the mic and addresses the crowd. Daz: Oh, quit your whining, all of you! The only reason why you're chanting Five More Minutes is because you want to see a winner, right? *CROWD ROARS IN APPROVAL!* Daz: Well, so do I...and thanks to the PWA Rulebook, I can give you what you want! You see, Section 5, Rule 6, Subclause B-4 of Chapter 4 states that in the event that if a match goes the full duration, and the official sees that one competitor held a clear and obvious advantage over another competitor in the areas of effective aggression, counter-wrestling, ring generalship, and effectiveness of the maneuvers performed, that they can award the match to that person! Well, after watching these two for sixty minutes, I've decided that one competitor DID hold a clear edge over the other in those categories, and I've decided to award the victory to him! So, without further ado....Mr. Ferdinand, will you announce the winner of this match? Freddy rises once again, as a "This is Bull-shit!" chant breaks out. Franks: What a travesty! Daz and Terminus loathe one another with every fiber of their being, and that was proved once again tonight when he let the Captain get away with murder! And now, HE'S going to be the one to determine the winner!? Quadros: Hey, Daz is just taking advantage of the rules, and you know just as well as I do that he tells it like it is! The more I think about this, the more I like it! We're about to witness some history tonight, Carl...We're about to witness the crowning of a brand new World Champion! Terminus rolls his eyes and folds his arms across his chest as he awaits the decision, and then stares down at a very embittered Natalie and mouths the words "It's OK". For his part, Howdy and Nadia break out into bemused and slightly smug grins as they await the verdict. Van Dyke motions the wrestlers to come forward so that he can stand between him as the ring announcer begins to speak. Ferdinand: Ladies and Gentlemen, after sixty minutes, we go to the Referee's Scorecard... Daz Van Dyke has ruled this match in favor of your winner.... And.... STILL.... PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.... THE NEW AGE PUNISHER......TERMINUSSSSS!!!!!!!! * EARTH SHATTERING HOLY HELL I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT HAPPENED FACE POP!* The eyes of Terminus go wide with shock as he watches Daz raise his hand and then toss the championship belt dismissively in his direction. Natalie's mouth drops open and then she throws back her head and lets out a burst of ecstatic laughter as she slides into the ring and leaps into her lover's arms! Howdy's mouth drops in disbelief as his face begins to twist into a mask of anger as he stares at the smirking guest official, while Nadia lets out a loud angry groan before she and her Master begin to berate the official! Franks: TERMINUS WINS! TERMINUS RETAINS THE TITLE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HIS SECOND REIGN BY VIRTUE OF DAZ VAN DYKE'S DECISION!!!! Quadros: NO! DAMN IT! WHAT MATCH WAS DAZ WATCHING!? HOWDY WAS CLEARLY SUPERIOR TO TERMINUS AND HAS JUST BEEN ROBBED OF THE TITLE! WHAT A CROCK! Howdy and Nadia continue to vent their spleen toward Daz, who simply shrugs and rolls out of the ring without saying another word. The pair then decide to vent their anger upon the couple inside the ring just as they disengage from their celebratory embrace; Howdy charges at the masked man and clocks him from behind with a running forearm, while Nadia blindsides her sister with a running kick to the head. Terminus stumbles forward into the ropes, and Howdy chokes him with the top strand while Nadia clobbers the prone form of Natalie with forearms! Howdy then tries to send his opponent flying with a Dragon Suplex, while Nadia attempts to do the same thing to her sister! Quadros: Ha! Terminus isn't looking much like a champion now, is he? Franks: Not so fast! Terminus flips out of the move and lands on his feet! Natalie flips backward and lands on her feet as well! Standing Dropkick from the champion sends the Captain over the top rope to the arena floor! Standing Dropkick from Natalie sends her sister hurtling over the rope to the outside as well! The Captain and Nadia look like they want to engage once more, but then back up the entrance ramp as Nadia shouts curses at the top of her lungs, and the Captain screams "THIS ISN'T OVER, EVAN! THIS ISN'T OVER!" Natalie wraps her arms around her lover and glares at her sister, while the champion wraps one arm around her, and then uses the other to hoist the championship belt over his head as he levels a cold, even gaze at the Captain and slowly nods his head as he breaks out into a slight smile. Franks: Well, that certainly was a memorable way to end a truly memorable show, wasn't it? Terminus and Captain Howdy wage a CLASSIC sixty minute battle, and even though the champion retained his title in the end, one gets the impression that this match did very little to resolve the conflict that's raging between them! Quadros; You think!? Terminus may have dodged a bullet tonight, but you can only avoid so many bullets when you're walking through a war zone! And, that's what the PWA seems to have become as a result of what happened tonight, and what's happened over the past few weeks...An absolute war zone! Franks: I think you're right Ray...and I think that EVERYONE can agree that it will take quite some time before this war DOES end... In fact, I'm thinking that this war has only begun. Thanks for watching everyone, and Have a good night!

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