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Vow
Wednesday, March 26th, 2008
Edward Jones Dome in St. Louis, Missouri
After weeks of build up. the Premiere Wrestling Alliance presents: “VOW”, Wednesday, March 26, 2008. The PWA will be live and on pay-per-view from the Edward Jones Dome in St. Louis, Missouri.
PWA World Heavyweight Champion, Terminus, has been on a tear recently as he cements his legacy as a future PWA Hall of Famer as well as the best wrestler in the world. He will be defending his strap against #1 Contender and former commentator, JJ Biggs, who has been on a roll himself. After a many month long battle with rival Chris Wilkins, JJ Biggs cashes in his opportunity against the most dominate force in the industry today. Does Biggs have what it takes to win it all or will Terminus continue his path of supremacy?
Last month at Apotheosis, Valentine Lionheart returned to the squared circle with the formation of Project Catastrophe. That night the large group of wrestlers targeted one man: former PWA World Heavyweight Champion Jostrodomus. And since that night Lionheart has made threats against Jostrodomus’ family and friends. These two will square off in an Extreme Lion’s Den Match where the score will be settled on who is the better man, Jostrodomus or Valentine Lionheart?
Shaun Andrews has been returning to form and looking for a World Title shot soon. Current Atlantic Champion, Jason Sandman, is on the same path as well. These two collided weeks ago when Sandman’s alter-ego, the Angel of Death, ruined Andrews’ opportunity to defeat Terminus and then crucified him in the ring in unholy fashion. Andrews wants revenge, Sandman wants to prove a point. Only one of these men can win and move one step closer to a World Title shot.
Aging Ace Wylde made his return to the PWA ring last month and made it clear he had his sights set on two things: Terminus and the PWA World Heavyweight Championship. His threats and attacks have made Terminus grow a set of eyes on the back of his head. Friend of Terminus and Project Catastrophe member, Kaito, wants to end Mr. Wylde’s take of title hopes with one of his swift kicks to the head. Whoever wins here will bolster their chances of being placed into a #1 Contender match. Winner take all.
PWA Light Heavyweight Champion Jake Keeton and rookie Ryan Shane defeated Wing Zero weeks ago to become the new PWA Tag Team Champions. Since then, Wing Zero members Zex and Dante Lionheart have been frothing at the mouth over their re-match. This re-match will take place at Vow and only one team can stake their claim as PWA’s best tag team.
Chris Cypher has made it known to Commissioner Butcher that he is not here to play anymore games. He wants recognition and the opportunity he richly deserves. Now he’s going to be stepping into the ring with the Madman from the Motherland, Husani Dakarai. Dakarai has been known to be brutal towards wrestlers in the ring lately and he cannot wait for some pay-per-view action. Can Chris Cypher survive the “Madman” or will Husani Dakarai steam roll him like he has done to everybody else in PWA?
And to round out Vow, newcomer Cross Recoba will square off with Adam Majors in a match that could put both men into a lower card title hunt in the coming weeks. Both men want to make a name for themselves in PWA but only one can win and prove their worth.
Also, Commissioner Butcher has gone out of his way to obtain the rights to a “free agent” that can battle the large faction group known as Project Catastrophe. Demitre Lionheart, the Project’s Board of Directors member has been working around the clock to find out who the free agent is and make him a counter PC offer. Will this free agent join the coalition or will he be the next big addition to Project Catastrophe?
All this and more when PWA presents: VOW.
Mob Rule
Written by: Bailey
Muggs Hammerfist arrives at the arena, he is clad out in his usual attire of a PWA polo shirt and a truncheon tucked
into his trousers. He looks all business because tonight is a big event for him. Since last week's events with Cross he has
seen his position marginalised and attempts made to undermine his authority. Boz comes up thim and hands him a
piece of paper.
Boz: That's the list of people we've authorised backstage, just needs your looking over to make sure we haven't let in
an...undesirable element...
Muggs: Who's Lillian Walker?
Boz: She came in with Cross....
Muggs: I'll handle this.
Muggs walks into a door marked PWA security, in stark contrast to previous weeks. Muggs desk is still there but
another desk occupies the room too. This one belonging to Cross Recoba. He is seen on his cellphone, his feet on the desk.
There are two briefcases on the table, one is open and is presumed to be Cross' as he plays with a pen from the case. The
other remains closed.
Cross: (To Caller) Yeah, sure, do what you like. Want to meet the guys? Go ahead...it'll be fine, knock yourself out. Talk
to Catherine and Natalie, they'll love you, it'll be so Jake it's Jacob...
Cross notices the intrusion.
Cross: Work calls, shame James couldn't make it tonight, oh well, his loss, I wasn't rubbing it in or anything...see you
after my match. Yeah, thanks , I doubt I'll need it.
Cross hangs up and turns to Muggs.
Cross: C'mon buddy! What time do you call this?
Muggs: Some of us...have other duties ya know! We can't all be the big-shot 'look-at-me!' types...
Cross: Well if this is how the Butcher runs this ship then I give him a month before Demitre and people who KNOW
how to run a show take over, and we'll all be glad for it. Now
did you mean to interrupt me or is it just the glare of that dome of yours?
Muggs scowls at this comment, he had no problem being bald, but this guy's tone?
Muggs: Who in the name of blue Sam is Lillian Walker?
Cross laughs at this, not even a mere chuckle or smile of mirth, this was a good five seconds.
Cross: Sorry for that, do you not watch movies?
Muggs: Again, some of us have limited spare time...
Cross: She's a Hollywood actress...
Muggs: If she's with you then I guess she's either an extra or involved in blue movies.
Cross: My involvement with her is purely as an associate, we hang out, she goes home to her husband.
Muggs scowls as if this is an incredulous idea.
Muggs: Well why is she here?
Cross: She wanted to look round, can't really argue with someone like her being here, raises the company profile a bit.
Rather than some bitter and twisted iddle-aged wash-out. Hardly the poster child of the company are we?
Muggs: If I hear one complaint about her she's bounced. Got it?
Cross stands up and puts a hand on Muggs' shoulder, Muggs quickly brushes it off.
Cross: Whatever you say 'boss'...whatever you say.
Muggs: Is that her briefcase too?
Cross: I'm keeping it here safe, for a friend.
Muggs: Open it, I've heard the rumours about you and drugs, how's that for publicity for our company?
Cross: I'm afraid, wary fellow, that the briefcase is kept here without my knowing of the contents or the combination,
but I can assure you they are most definitely legal...stick around here long enough and you might find out if you like.
Cross leaves the room as Muggs seems to seethe with resentment at the encroachment of his job. We cut to Cross who
has ducked next to a fire exit, he disconnects the fire alarm wire and kicks the door open. Lighting up a cigarette he presses
a solitary button on his cell, it rings and we hear the caller pick up.
Cross: Consider the interest growing...
We cut to commercial as Cross hangs up and draws on his cigarette.
Cross Recoba vs. Adam Majors
Written by: Bailey
Marshall: Welcome to the Premieré Wrestling Aliiance’s fifth pay-per-view, welcome to VOW!!!
The crowd pop wildly as we see a shot of them holding up signs and going loco like Lohan and Spears on a free bar. A
few signs leap out at the cameras , ‘MUGGS IS GOD!’ , ‘SIN AND SNOW = RATINGS!’ and ‘JJ BIGGS! FLORIDA’S BEST
EXPORT SINCE ELIAN GONZALEZ!”.
Marshall: The opening bout is scheduled for one fall, coming to the ring and weighing in at two-hundred and fifty four
pounds, from Grand Rapids, Michigan, standing at six feet and five inches, Adam Majors!
The lights go off as Violent Fetish by Disturbed starts up across the PA system. The chorus kicks in as we see Adam
Majors. He steps onto the ramp way smiling, he raises his sunglasses onto his head and shouts into the camera. He seems in
good shape and spirits for the match, this is his PWA pay-per-view debut. He makes a ‘W’ sign with his hands…
Majors: It’s mine baby!
He trawls his hands down the sides slapping hands with the fans who give him a lukewarm reception. He rolls into the
ring and awaits his opponent.
Marshall: His opponent, currently residing in Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing two-hundred and thirty pounds, the “Man
Worth A Thousand Bullets” , Cross Recoba!
‘Space Dementia’s’ piano introduction starts up with dissonant chords and strikes, the crowd are still unfamiliar with the
music having not heard it last week. The piano peaks to arpeggio riffs as the drums hit showing Cross appear at the top of
the ramp. The crowd boo at the sight of the newest member of Project Catastrophe, he smiles cockily at the camera and
adjusts the crucifix round his neck and walks down the aisle. He sees Majors waiting for him in the ring and skirts round it.
Franks: Look at that coward, he’s not going to give Majors a fight!
Quadros: Would you really want to get in the ring with an opponent waiting to start stomping you?
Cross reluctantly rolls in and is met by the predictable and inevitable flurry of kicks and knees from the MMA-inclined
Majors. Cross goes to throw a punch but Majors cinches an arm-drag takedown into an armbar. Cross calls out in pain as
Majors tightens the hold. Cross grabs the head of Majors and hit’s a snap-mare on the face.
Franks: Majors is well grounded in technical ability and I’d bet that Terminus and Kaito have been showing Cross a few
moves this week.
Majors straightens up and hit’s a dropkick to the face of Cross and goes for a quick elbow drop but hits mat. Cross
quickly gets up and starts to charge at Majors but hit’s the mat from a leg takedown. Majors keeps hold of the leg and snaps
on a leg-grapevine, Majors locks in the hold as Cross swings at him, Majors grabs the head and rolls through into a modified
cradle, one …kickout by the rookie.
Franks: Cross nearly came a cropper from his inexperience in the ring there.
Quadros: He’s playing possum…
Franks: He may as well be playing crib for the good it’s doing him!Don’t forget fans, that we are just a short time away
from finding out who will prevail in the Extreme Lion’s Den match between former PWA World Champion, Jostrodomus and
Valentine Lionheart…
Cross seems to be losing his cool from this less than perfect start and is looking slightly flustered. He locks up with
Majors and takes a hammerlock, Majors ducks down into one of his own and moves to a headlock. Cross raises his arms but
misses his opponents head as he’s taken down with a drop-toe hold to the floor. Majors smiles to himself and starts to try to
work up the crowd to moderate success. His cockiness makes the difference though as Recoba connects with a forearm to
the back of the head. Cross goes for a springboard bulldog but is thrown off and into the ropes and ducks a clothesline into a
neck breaker.
Quadros: You can’t say that won’ t turn out to be a big play right there!
Recoba drops an elbow onto the sternum of Majors and lifts him up. Headlock applied to the face followed by a side
suplex to send him to the mat. Cross walks round his opponent who is stunned by the move. Cross locks in a Dragon
Sleeper, the crowd, who are cheering Majors more because of who Recoba was aligned than because they are endearing to
him . Start an ‘End Game’ chant.
Quadros: You always jump to conclusions don’tcha Carl?
Franks: Stop being such a girl about it and call the match!
Majors goes for a leg but can’t grab it he tries to get to his feet but Cross leans further into the hold pushing him back
down. Majors kicks out looking for a rope but can’t find one, He struggles up, making his extra weight count, and gets to a
foot, he starts to rotate round and out the hold and lifts Recoba over with a Fireman’s Carry, Recoba swings a leg up and
catches Majors in the gut and hit’s a Rocker-Dropper in a bid of desperation.
Franks: Recoba just can’t get a hold on the match.
Quadros: It’s quality, not quantity, as I said, he’s biding his time.
Majors gets up first but tackles him at the waist with a shoulder to the gut and hit’s a Hangman’s neck breaker sending
Majors to the floor. He picks Majors up by the hair and throws him onto the apron, he climbs out himself and delivers a
sickening DDT, driving his opponents head into the canvas and lands sitting down. He waves at the crowd in a nonchalant
fashion and rolls back into the ring. The crowd start to boo as Andy Sheppard starts the count, One…Two…Majors gets back
up rubbing his head, Three…
Franks: That was the Staten Island Drop! Cross certainly seems to be on the verge of taking the lead in this match but I
still reckon his lack of experience will let him down.
Quadros: You’re just covering for Majors…
Majors climbs into the ring and steps behind the referee to get some breathing time in a strange move for a face. He
goes for a jumping DDT but Recoba counters into an atomic drop, Majors stumbles away only to be locked in to a rear
facelock, Recoba lifts him up and bounces him off the ropes into a ¾ face lock Bulldog.
Franks: OSAKA STUNNER! Surely this should be it?
Cross covers as Sheppard goes to count, One…Two…kickout from Majors, clearly not out of it yet. Cross starts to
complain to the referee giving Majors time to regain his footing. Cross comes at Majors with a cross body but it’s caught,
Cross is swung to his feet and kicked in the guy, stiff-looking DDT that connects with a thud.
Franks: What a DDT! This match again could be ended!
Sheppard goes for the count, one…two…Cross had his foot on the ropes, Majors picks him up by the hair and attempts
a suplex but Recoba drops down the back and goes for the Sicilian Typewriter, Majors pushes Cross against the ropes who
hits them chest first and rolls back, an attempt at an Ocean Cylone Suplex but Recoba puts down his feet before it can be
attempted, discreet mule kick by Recoba. Recoba grabs the head of majors and runs at the turnbuckle, flipping over he his
the Sicilian Typewriter. The cover, One…Two…Three
Franks: I can’t believe it, that was a blatant disregard for the rules!
Quadros: What? I can’t believe you! Five minutes ago you were moaning that he was making rookie mistakes!
Marshall: Your winner, through means of pinfall, Cross Recoba!
Cross walks down the aisle looking satisfied with himself , we cut back to see Majors protesting the unseen low blow.
Ring In Return...Too Bad No One Cares
Written by: Craig
The lights in the Edward Jones Dome shut off as the fans waiting for wrestling are getting rather pissed. A few more
moments pass by as the crowd begins to chant a few things that shouldn't be said on an international stage. Finally,
something happens as a drums and guitars are heard through out the arena's sound system. It's quickly recognized as “In
Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3” by Coheed and Cambria. As the opening guitar keeps going, people start to get restless
until the drums come into the song. As the song still builds up, people start to check their cell phones or talk amongst
themselves until the song breaks through and gets into the hard part. Strobe lights kick into effect as the first verse finally
enters the arena. At this point, we see a figure amidst the strobe lights on one knee. When the chorus begins,the figure
pounds the ground and gets to his feet. He then proceeds to throw his arms out as the strobe stops and the house lights
come back on. Reckless Jack looks out at the crowd as he sees some of them talking to each other and not looking at his
entrance. Shaking his head, he begins to walk to the ring. Once Reckless Jack gets to ringside, he runs and slides into the
ring. Hopping back up to his feet, he jogs to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs to the top rope, looking out into the crowd
once more. Jumping off, he does the same thing on the opposite side of the ring. After jumping from there, the music fades
away as the crowd is kinda cheering but not whole heartedly. It's more or less one of those "Who is this nut job again" pops
as he gets a microphone.
Reckless Jack: For those who don't know who I am and that's probably three fourths of the crowd here tonight, my
name is Reckless Jack.
A few people clap for the former Atlantic Champion but the general reaction isn't all that spectacular. Pacing around the
ring, Jack shrugs his shoulders as he brings the microphone back up.
Reckless Jack: I got released from the crazy home a few days ago and well, PWA was the first thing I thought of
because I like to wrestle and PWA gives me that chance. Not too many places would be keen on taking a guy who's had two
stays in a mental hospital. Suppose most of that is pretty much my fault though. Regardless, I'm back once more in PWA and
I didn't need a "Death Blooms" guise to do so. We all know how badly that flopped.
Some fans are seen yawning. They get ignored as he keeps talking.
Reckless Jack: Now I don't wish to take up a lot of time.
The crowd goes insane with cheers. A few are seen high fiving each other as Reckless Jack can be seen with his head
held down.
Reckless Jack: Well I was thinking of saying something important but nope, not now. I was planning a huge speech
about what I was going to do here in PWA and you've ruined it... but that's probably a good thing as I do have a tendancy to
go on and on about a load of nothing. Regardless, I am back again and all that jazz. Discuss it on your message boards, rate
my matches two and a half stars because I have sloppy workrate and make fun of my inability to talk on the microphone. It
feels good to be back.
Handing the microphone back off, Reckless Jack exits the ring as the music doesn't play again but silence is the only
thing heard as he heads back up the ramp. He exits once he steps through the black curtain.
Brotha Dakarai?
Written by: Quinton
The cameras cut quickly backstage where PWA Interviewer Johnny Red stood with microphone in hand.
Johnny Red: Johnny Red here people, and boy do I have an interview for you!
Suddenly the camera pulls back and the hulking form of a dark skinned man appears towering over Johnny Red. The
man wears a black PWA tee shirt stretched across his massive chest and blue jeans can just be seen before the camera cuts
off the rest but his face is obscured by a skin-tight white mask.
Johnny Red: Don’t let the mask fool you ladies and gentlemen, this is not another new addition to the PWA roster.
Standing by my side is the one and only “Madman from the Motherland” Husani Dakarai himself!
Even though the crowd couldn’t see the Madman’s face, they took Johnny Red’s word for it and a loud chorus of boos
rang out from the fans inside the Edward Jones Dome.
Johnny Red: Now, Husani, let’s get right to it. The first question I want to ask is. . .what’s up with the mask?
Husani Dakarai: I don’t know if you were watching last week, Johnny Red, but I got a fucking fireball thrown in my
face. That’s what’s up with the mask. The doctors cleared me to wrestle but only if I had some protection on my face.
Johnny Red: Which leads me to my next question. After having a fireball thrown right in their face, most men would
pack it in for a few weeks and let it heal up, not enter a match with one of PWA’s finest.
Husani Dakarai: Well I’m not most men. Tonight I’ve been placed in a match with Chris Cypher and I’ll be damned if I’m
gonna let Project Catastrophe put me on the shelf. Tonight I plan on putting Cypher out to pasture, his time in the PWA
spotlight has come to an end. To get where I wanna be in this promotion I’ve got to steamroll the competition and
unfortunately tonight. . .Cypher drew the short straw.
Johnny Red: But what about Project Catastrophe? Surely they’ve got to be on your mind after what Aiden Miles did to
you last week.
Husani Dakarai doesn’t answer right away, turning and pulling something off the ground. Once in camera range we see
it is the long, thick thighbone of a cow, bleached white from knotted end to knotted end. The Madman calmly placed it on his
shoulder like a baseball bat and smirked through the white mask on his face.
Husani Dakarai: If Project Catastrophe wants to make an appearance at my match tonight. . .let’s just say, I’ve got
somethin’ for-
Suddenly, the Terror of Tanzania was cut off by a loud voice off camera.
Voice: MY BROTHA! MY BROTHA!
A short, black man who looked to be in his late sixties entered the range of the camera. The man had a full head of
white hair, glasses and was dressed in a dapper suit. The Madman from the Motherland instantly raised the cow bone ready
to attack, but the old man wasn’t who he was wary of. Flanking the old man were two other black guys. Not as big as the
Madman, they were still impressive and were dressed in black Olympic style wrestling singlets.
Old Man: Whoa, whoa! At ease, my brotha, at ease! We come in peace. Allow me introduce myself, I am Nana Bonsu. To
my right is Ola, and to my left is Asad. We are Team Africa.
Husani Dakarai’s head cocks slightly to the left in a quizzical manner, but before he can get a word in edgewise, the fast
talking old man is already explaining.
Nana Bonsu: That’s right, brotha. I am African, he is African (slapping Ola’s chest), and he is also African (slapping
Asad’s chest). We’ve been watching you since you’ve arrived in PWA and we’ve seen the troubles you’ve been having with a
certain Project. We’re here to offer you our services, we could watch your back! We are all from the Motherland and we hate
to see a fellow African in distress. Let us help you.
Husani Dakarai: Help? What makes you think I need your help old man?
Nana Bonsu: Were you not cheated last week? Did the Project not throw fire in your face?
Husani Dakarai: Don’t you worry about me. I don’t need your help in laying the Project to rest, and I won’t need your
help tonight when I put Cypher in a body cast. This (he says raising the bone) is all the help I need. So thanks. . .but no
fucking thanks.
With that, the Madman from the Motherland places the cow bone back on his shoulders and exits the scene leaving
Team Africa and Johnny Red staring after him.
Nana Bonsu: He’ll come around boys. . .he’ll come around.
Husani Dakarai vs. Chris Cypher
Written by: Nathan
Layne Marshall: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from places unknown and
weighing in at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds. He is "Your Role Model" Chris Cypher!
"Scum of the Earth" by Rob Zombie hits the PA and out from the curtain comes Chris Cypher. He's got an arrogant look
on his face and pans the crowd, he takes a few steps towards the ring, then runs the rest of the way, sliding feet first. He
then mounts the second turnbuckle and gives a one fist salute to the fans.
Marshall: Introducing his opponent, hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, by way of Dodoma, Tanzania, Africa and
weighing in at three hundred and sixty pounds. He is "The Madman from the Motherland" Husani Dakarai!
The fans in the jam packed Edward Jones Dome all jumped a little as the eerie sitar intro of Metallica’s “Wherever I May
Roam” resonated through the speakers causing more than a few goose bumps on the arms of those in attendance. The lights
which had dimmed as soon as the sitar struck up it’s tune started to flicker in time with the beginning of pounding drums.
White smoke filtered thickly over the entranceway covering the scene in a dim, foggy mist as the guitars struck up and the
bass bellowed menacingly. The fans didn’t have to wait long to see the hated man that accompanied the music as Husani
Dakarai’s huge, hulking frame became silhouetted in the smoke. But Husani was dressed differently tonight, instead of his
regular long tights he wore white underwear-like spandex with the continent of Africa silhouetted in black on the back to
match his mask which also had the Madman’s homeland emblazoned on the side. In his left hand he held the long, white cow
bone letting it hang loosely by his side.
Franks: New look for the Madman tonight as he comes to the ring in a mask!
Quadros: Weren’t you paying attention? He’s ain’t wearin’ that for fun! That’s a direct result of Aiden Miles’ low life
tactics last week. I’d be more worried about that frickin’ cow bone myself!
The African’s nostrils flared before he broke out into a smug smirk that stretched the material of the mask and slowly
made his way down the aisle surrounded by fans who jeered and insulted him, but he paid them no mind as his focus was
solely on the ring. Husani broke into a short sprint, sliding underneath the bottom rope fluidly and quickly getting to his
feet. He let out another roar and held his arms out to his sides, flexing his muscles, before retreating into the closest corner
where he tapped the bone in his hands menacingly.
The bell ri--.
Suddenly the loud yelping of “Hallelujah” by the African Gospel Troupe sounded loudly over the loudspeakers
interrupting Cypher and Dakarai just as they were about to go at it.
Franks: Now what!?
Franks didn’t have to wait long to get his answer as the familiar figure of Nana Bonsu waltzed onto the entrance ramp.
In his wake, as always, were the two, huge members of Team Africa; Ola and Asad. The old man just gave a wave to the
Madman from the Motherland as his clients spread to either side of the ramp.
Quadros: Looks like Team Africa doesn’t wanna take no for an answer and the Madman doesn’t look happy about it!
The bell rings. HD and Cypher slowly begin walking around the ring in opposite directions. HD lunges, but doesn't
attack, and this causes Cypher to flinch a bit. This angers Cypher and he charges in HD's direction, but Cypher ends up
eating HD's boot. Cypher gets back to his feet in a quick fashion but HD sends him back down with a Clothesline. HD goes
off the ropes and he comes back with a nice Leg Drop. He rolls over into the pin: 1.........2....KICK OUT! HD gets to his knees
and he grabs Cypher's head. He holds it in place as he starts hammering away with right hands. The referee realizes he can't
force HD off, so he starts his count. He gets to four before HD releases his hold on Cypher's head and gets to his feet.
Franks: It's been all HD so far.
Quadros: Obviously, the man is huge!
HD walks around the ring for a second, as it appears he's allowing Cypher the time he needs to get to his feet. Once
Cypher is up, HD charges forward looking for another Clothesline, but Cypher manages to duck under this one. HD turns
around and Cypher nails him with a desperation Super Kick! Cypher falls to a knee, but he quickly gets back upright. He
goes off the ropes and he comes back with a Snap Elbow Drop. He gets back up again and he goes off the ropes. He comes
back and does the same exact thing. He goes for a pin: 1..........KICK OUT! Cypher gets to his feet quickly and he starts
laying in the stomps to the chest of HD. HD manages to grab Cypher's foot, but Cypher jumps up and he stomps down on
HD's chest with his other one.
Franks: As soon as I said something Cypher took control of the match.
Quadros: Indeed, way to go.
Cypher leaves HD lying there and he runs to the ropes. He climbs to the top and he eventually flies off with a huge
Cubanton Bomb (Swanton)! Cypher does his best to hook the leg as the referee counts: 1............2..........KICK OUT! Cypher
gets to his feet quickly once again and he runs off the ropes. He jumps high and he drives the point of his knee into the
forehead of his opponent. Cypher is up and he tries to pick HD up to his feet and he eventually does so. He sends HD into
the corner with an Irish Whip. Cypher charges into the corner, but HD moves out of the way. Cypher stumbles out of the
corner and HD throws him across the ring with a Fall Away Slam! HD is slow at making the cover, but he eventually does:
1.............2.......KICK OUT!
Franks: HD's back in the match after that move.
Quadros: Indeed.
HD slowly gets to his feet and Cypher does, as well. Both men meet in the center of the ring. Cypher throws a right
hand, and HD nails Cypher with one of his own. Cypher stumbles back after HD's right connects and he is pushed up against
the ropes. HD grabs his arm and he sends him across the ring into the ropes. HD charges after Cypher. Cypher hits the
ropes and he starts coming back, but BAM! He gets nails with a huge Spear from a running HD! Cypher's body was almost
broken in half by that move. HD hooks the leg as the referee counts: 1...............2...................KICK OUT! HD cannot believe
that Cypher was able to get his shoulder up after that move. HD gets to his feet and he gets in the face of the referee. He
starts screaming at the referee, but the referee stands his ground.
Franks: I think HD needs to pay attention to his opponent. He's not going to change the referee's mind.
Quadros: You never know, if you had a three hundred and sixty pound African in your face, you might change your
mind.
HD eventually throws his arms up in disgust and he turns back to his opponent. Cypher has somehow gotten to his feet,
but HD notices in time to duck under a wild right hand. He knees Cypher in the mid-section and he throws him into the
ropes. He picks him up, twists him around, blah, boom, bang, Random Acts of Violence [R.A.V.]!!!!!!!!!
Franks: R.A.V.!!!!
Quadros: Count it ref, it's over, fo'shizzle.
Franks: Don't ever say that again.
HD pins: 1.................2.................3!
Marshall: The winner of this match via pinfall..Husani Dakarai!
Franks: An impressive victory for HD tonight.
Quadros: Indeed.
Role-Model No More!
Written by: Chris
Quadros: Well, it looks like Cypher's mouth got the best of him.
Franks: He's still got a bright future ahead of him here in the PWA!
("Indivisible by 3" by Schatzi hits the PA and out come "HotShot" Chris Michaels and the "Franchise" Dade Davis.)
Franks: What are these two doing here?
Quadros: I have it under good source that Michaels, Davis and Cypher once ran roughshod over another organization
for years. These three are as tight as tight can be.
Franks: But what are they doing here now?
(Michaels and Davis help Cypher to his feet and are checking on him. Michaels grabs a house mic)
HotShot: Chris....I couldn't help you out this week man. That big ol' brother was enough to make me cry to mommy.
(Cypher smiles and grabs his back.)
HotShot: So listen Chris, in case you didn't notice, I brought an old friend of ours out.
(Cypher looks at Dade and wearily reaches his hand out as they shake)
HotShot: You see good people of PWA, a few years back, the 3 people you are looking at in the ring ruled wrestling.
Whether it be part of Omega, the Trio or the Era, everything in wrestling...at least in our neck of the woods, revolved
around the three of us. As what normally happens, over time we lost touch. But without the two of us, Cypher came here to
PWA. Cypher left the old stomping grounds and decided to make his own way in PWA. He got some new friends, he made
some new enemies, but he became a fairly big name here in PWA and Chris, your old buddies are just out here to say that
we're proud of you.
(Cypher, Michaels and Davis have a group hug in the middle of the ring, all of them raising their arms, Michaels looks over
at Dade and gives him a nod. Davis spins Cypher around to face Michaels and Michaels nails Cypher right under the chin
with a superkick. )
Franks: What is going on here?
Quadros: Turncoats!!! This is great!
Franks: Dade Davis, who has yet to make his real PWA debut is picking up Cypher and throws him to the outside.
Davis: It's indivisible by three, remember Cypher? REMEMBER?
Quadros: Davis picks Cypher up and gives him a Vertabreaker on to the concrete floor...his neck may be broken!
Franks: Get these guys out of here.
(Michaels takes the mic again)
HotShot: Cypher...you can't do this without us. You're soft, you would have never lost to someone like this guy 3 years
ago? What happened to you?
Franks: Does he think he's going to answer him? His neck may be broken, he's unconcious.
Quadros: They're not done with him. "HotShot" has picked Cypher up and OHHH NOO, he just gave Cypher the "Why
me?" He's busted him open...so now he's unconcious AND bleeding...I like these guys!
Franks: I think its dispicable. But I guess that's one less person Project C has to worry about.
Quadros: Maybe, so, I'd love to find out what their intentions are...
Franks: I think they just left their intentions lying on the concrete floor!
(Michaels and Dade get in Cypher's face and Dade is smiling while Michaels berates him. Finally security comes and
removes Michaels and Davis.)
Franks: We may have seen the end of Chris Cypher...
Hammer and Sickle
Written by: Bailey
Muggs is still in the office, tonight has been a busy night, like all pay-per-views are for him . Between co-ordinating the
everyday staff at the venue his team have to secure and
maintain order backstage. Since Cross' arrival last week he had been plagued by delay after delay through his 'co-worker's'
thoroughness. The phone rang and Muggs
sighed at yet another interruption.
Muggs: WHAT IS IT?? DO YOU REALISE HOW VALUABLE MY TIME IS!
Muggs is seemingly distracted, we see the lonesome figure of Logan Steel appear at the door. He knocks at such a level
that it is barely audible and when Muggs does not respond
he walks in unabated. Muggs notes the distraction and puts down the phone. He looks hesitant.
Muggs: What are you doing here?
Logan: I came to retrieve my briefcase...is that okay by you?
He asks in a patronising manner, Logan wasn't going to take any intrusion on his business from Muggs. Muggs puts his
hand on Logan's shoulder as he opens the case. Clearly
not wanting anyone around to intrude on his business. Logan turns round and clocks him with a solid right hand. He then
slams Muggs head directly into the table knocking out The Butcher's Head Of Security . He goes into his briefcase and pulls
out a syringe adding Muggs to the Crimson Collection.
Logan: The young buck was right, my interests are growing.
Like Christ
Written by: Joe
Miranda Buck: I'm here with Shaun Andrews!
Shaun Andrews: What's up hun?
Miranda Buck: Cut, damnit Shaun! You're going to get me fired.
Shaun Andrews: Miranda, I'm just messing with you. And we're live! Remember?
Miranda: Anyway, Shaun.. You're big match coming up next, are you ready?
Shaun Andrews: Am I ready? I've been waiting for this match up for nearly a month. Jason Sandman came out and
attacked me week after week. It is finally time for him to shut him mouth and face the music. There are no rules in this
match! There are no titles in this match! Just two men that hate one another.
Miranda Buck: There is a world title contendership spot if you win Shaun.
Shaun Andrews: I will worry about that when it happens. Right now, I have Jason Sandman to worry about. I know
what he is capable of. He is a very dangerous man with no rules. He's sick! Anytime you're in a fight with somebody sick in
the head, you better be prepared to bring it!
Miranda Buck: Some will see you have been sick in the head as of late. With the whole Project rebirth?
Shaun Andrews: I'm not getting into that right now Miranda, but come on. You know I'm like Christ.
Miranda and Shaun chuckle.
Miranda Buck: Well Shaun, any final words?
Shaun Andrews:This is it! It's time to put up and shut up. There is so much on the line for this match! World title
chances, and personal revenge. To me this is a step to take down The Project once and for all. I feel good Miranda, I'm loose.
I haven't felt this good in awhile. So I'm going to watch the Ace and Kaito match, and get ready for my match. I'll see you
later tonight, and we can celebrate together.
Kaito vs. Ace Wylde
Written by: Jason
Carl Franks: Folks, if you're just tuning in... if you just ordered Vow on PPV, then you're about to witness the first of
two qualifying matches sanctioned by The Butcher, with the winner going on to face the winner of the second qualifying
match later on tonight in a #1 Contendership match at Violation next week. This first qualifying match pits Project
Catastrophe member, Jiraiya Kaito, against the "Death Dealer", Ace Wylde.
Ray Quadros: And this match wouldn't have to take place if Ace Wylde woulda been smart and left Red Dragon alone
after their match two weeks ago. But Ace isn't all that bright upstairs and practically asked for what went down. Take a
look.
Cut to video footage from Violation two weeks ago. Ace Wylde is seen celebrating his victory over Red Dragon in the
ring as Red Dragon slowly makes his way back to the locker room area. Ace decides to take it upon himself and send a
message to the Project by attacking Red Dragon after the match had already ended. He tosses Red Dragon back in the ring
after having clotheslined the hell out of him. Ace slides back into the ring and waits for Red Dragon to get back up to his
feet, cursing him as he does so. But before Ace Wylde can attempt to do any further damage to him, out of nowhere Jiraiya
Kaito springs off of the top rope and plants Ace Wylde in a Reverse Hurricanrana, which he calls Ore Ga Kaito. Jiraiya Kaito
and Red Dragon then proceed to send Ace Wylde's message back to him ten-fold as they lay him to waste in the middle of the
ring. The footage ends with both Jiraiya Kaito and Red Dragon bowing to one another and admiring their work. Cut back to
ringside as Carl Franks and Ray Quadros comment on the footage.
Carl Franks: And that brings us to now, Ray.
Ray Quadros: Yeah. Now, the Seiryuu is going to make Ace Wylde wish he never returned to PWA!
"Psycho" by Puddle of Mudd plays over the PA system. After a few moments, Ace Wylde is seen rising from a secret door
on the right side of the entrance stage. Ace walks to the center of the ramp way and slowly begins to walk down to the ring.
Layne Marshall: The following contest is scheduled for a one-fall! Introducing first... from Atlanta, georgia, weighing in
at 347 pounds... he is the “Deathdealer”... ACE WYLDE!!!
Ace Wylde approaches the ring, staring directly into the ring, looking at no one and nothing else. He gets into the ring
via the top rope and takes off his duster and awaits the match to start.
Carl Franks: Ace Wylde is looking more focused than ever before, Ray!
Ray Quadros: Doesn't matter, Carl! When you're dealing with an individual like Jiraiya Kaito, being focused isn't going
to help you out in the long run!
The lights go out in the arena. A dragon roar is heard over the arena speakers as fire explodes from the stage area. The
first opening riff of Acma's "Follow Your Generation" plays as blue lights swoop throughout the arena. Upon the next riff,
white lights swoop back in the opposite direction. On the third riff, blue lights swoop back in their original direction. As the
song progresses, blue and white lights go into a strobe effect in tune with the music. Jiraiya Kaito makes his way out onto
the stage and holds a burning torch above his head, drawing in heat from the fans in attendance. He brings the torch down
to his side and walks toward the ring, swiping it at any fans who have their hands outstretched.
Layne Marshall: And his opponent... from Naha, Okinawa, Japan, weighing in at 189 pounds... he is a member of
Project Catastrophe... the “Seiryuu”... JIRAIYA KAITO!!!
Jiraiya Kaito then slides into the ring and walks toward the center of the ring. Once there, he kneels down and holds
the torch out in front of him, causing a single blue light in the arena to focus on him as he goes into semi-meditation mode.
Slowly, he raises the torch above his head and looks up at it. He spews a liquid into the torch, causing a blue flame to erupt
from it, and at the same time all four ringposts explode with blue flames. Once the flames die out, the arena lights return to
normal and Jiraiya Kaito remains kneeling in the center of the ring with the torch held in front of him once again.
Carl Franks: Jiraiya Kaito is perhaps the most feared individual to ever step foot in a PWA ring. It's a shame he's a part
of Project Catastrophe, though!
Ray Quadros: A shame!? It's not a shame at all, Carl! He's using the group to instill a greater sense of fear into his
opponents' minds! If they didn't fear him before, they will now!
Jiraiya Kaito stands up, still holding the torch in his hand. He eyeballs Ace out of the corner of his eye, yells in anger,
and pitches the burning torch at him! Ace luckily dodges the fiery bullet as the torch flies to the outside area. (DING!) Ace
turns his attention back to the Seiryuu, who is now approaching him with fists clenched. Kaito begins laying into Ace with a
flurry of punches and kicks, while Ace does his best to keep some distance between himself and the Seiryuu by responding
back with punches of his own. Kaito delivers a kick to Ace's knee, which angers the big man. He levels Kaito with a
Haymaker, which angers the Seiryuu as he gets back up and into the face of the "Acetastic One"! The fans are eating it up
as both individuals are eye to eye with deep-seeded hatred for one another! Ace and Kaito begin trading punches with one
another as the fans continue cheering the onslaught! Ace! Kaito! Ace! Kaito! Ace! Kaito! Ace! Kaito with a slap! Ace with a
slap! Kaito with two slaps!! Ace with two slaps!! Kaito turning himself into a toy drum and wailing away on Ace with a flurry
of open-handed strikes to his head, rocking the big man against the ropes! The referee tries to break them up, and Kaito
manages to get one last SLAP!!! in, causing the fans to "OHHH!!!"
Carl Franks: Kaito is really taking it to Ace Wylde tonight!
Ray Quadros: He had it coming! No one attacks a dragon without expecting the other dragon to retaliate!
Kaito tries to Irish Whip the big man, but Ace reverses it. Kaito comes back and tries for a Shoulder Tackle, but to no
avail. Ace stands there, towering over the Seiryuu as if nothing happened. Kaito takes off in a different direction, bounces
off the ropes, and tries the Shoulder Tackle again... but still, Ace doesn't budge! Kaito tries his luck one more time and takes
off in another direction. He comes back, but this time Ace flings the Seiryuu over with a Belly to Belly Throw. The Seiryuu
ends up sliding to the outside area from the momentum in which he was flung overhead. Ace climbs out of the ring, finds
the Seiryuu and rams him back-first into the ring apron. He flings the Seiryuu back into the ring and climbs in after him.
Ace drops an elbow square across the small of Kaito’s back. He then picks the Seiryuu up and rams him chest first into the
corner. Ace then proceeds to ram his shoulder into the small of Kaito’s back repeatedly, until the referee gets to 4 in his
mandatory count of five.
Carl Franks: Ace seems to have found himself a target and is exploiting it to his advantage.
Ray Quadros: And he’s also cheating by keep Jiraiya Kaito in the corner! Good thing the ref’s on Kaito’s side!
Carl Franks: The referee’s not on Kaito’s side, Ray! He’s doing his job!
Ray Quadros: Doesn’t matter. As long as he backs Ace away from Kaito and actually allows Kaito to fight back!
Ace drags Kaito out of the corner and whips him to the ropes. Kaito comes back, ducks under a Clothesline attempt,
bounces off the opposite ropes, and clips Ace’s knees from behind. Ace goes down on one knee as Kaito runs the ropes again.
He comes back and goes for a Shining Wizard, but Ace ducks the blow... or so he thinks as Kaito reels back and blasts Ace in
the back of his head with his Seiryuu Kikku. Ace falls in a heap as Kaito goes for the cover, but only gets a 1.5 before Ace
tosses him off. Ace sits up, which present Kaito with the opportunity to deliver a Stiff Kick across his back. Ace seethes in
pain as Kaito runs the ropes again. He comes back and knocks Ace back down with a Running Dropkick. Kaito stands at
Ace’s side and goes for a Standing Moonsault, but Ace manages to get his knees up in time. Kaito clutches his chest in pain
as Ace gets back in the upright position. He grabs Kaito from behind and plants him with a Cobra Clutch Suplex. The referee
counts the pin... 1.... 2.... KICKOUT!
Carl Franks: Kaito was able to kick out of that maneuver!
Ray Quadros: You act surprised, Carl! This is Kaito we’re talking about here! It’s gonna take more than that to keep
him down!
Ace picks Kaito up and sends him into the corner. Ace charges in, but Kaito manages to get a foot up in Ace’s face. The
big man shakes off the boot and charges again, promting the Seiryuu to get both of his feet up in the face of the “Death
Dealer”. Ace stumbles back a bit, allowing the Seiryuu to leap up to the top turnbuckle, leap off, and drill him with a Tornado
DDT. Kaito sits Ace up and blasts him with another Stiff Kick across his back, followed up with a Stiff Kick across Ace’s
chest, and finally a Stiff Kick to the back of Ace’s head. Ace goes down, and Kaito goes for the pin... 1.... 2.... KICKOUT!
Kaito picks Ace up, grabs him by his head, walks him over to a nearby corner and bashes his head against the top
turnbuckle. Kaito then proceeds to lay into Ace with repeated Stiff Kicks to his chest. Ace doubles over in pain as Kaito
walks to the middle of the ring and dusts his shoes off. He turns around and connects with a Running High Kick. Kaito jogs
back to the middle of the ring, turns around, and plants another Running High Kick into the face of Ace Wylde. Now Kaito
runs all the way to the opposite corner, points to Ace as if he’s gonna hit a home run, and takes off running to him again...
but Ace steps out of the way and Kaito catches nothing but the turnbuckle and ropes, hanging himself upside down in the
process.
Carl Franks: Uh-oh! Kaito’s in trouble now!
Ray Quadros: He made a mistake!? That’s unheard of! Get your head in the game, kid!
Ace slinks to the outside area, grabs Kaito by the head and wrenches him back against the turnbuckles, forcing the
referee to issue the mandatory 5 count. Ace lets go at around 4.9 as the referee tries to free Kaito from the ropes. Ace grabs
hold again and wrenches Kaito back even further, forcing the ref to count again. Ace lets go at 4.9 as the referee warns him.
The referee finally releases Kaito from his trap as Ace crawls back into the ring. Ace then proceeds to stomp away at Kaito’s
head and chest. Ace runs the ropes, comes back and lands a Leg Drop across Kaito’s throat. He gets up and drops another leg
across Kaito’s throat. He gets up again and goes for the trifecta by dropping another leg across the throat of the Seiryuu. Ace
goes for the cover... 1..... 2...... TH... KICKOUT! Ace yanks Kaito up by his shirt and sets him up... Misery And Omen
(Uranage Suplex into Knee-Lift Backbreaker)! Kaito clutches his back in pain again as Ace goes up top! Ace runs a thumb
across his throat before sailing off with the Fat-Ass Frogsplash... but Kaito moves out of the way! Kaito sizes Ace up as the
“Death Dealer” tries to get back up to his feet. Kaito proceeds to lay into Ace with several Stiff Kicks to his chest and
abdomen region. Kaito sets Ace up for a suplex attempt, but can’t get the big man up. He tries again, but Ace just won’t
budge. Kaito becomes furious and starts clubbing away at Ace with punches and knees! Kaito turns Ace around and tries for
a suplex from behind, but again... Ace won’t go! Kaito yells in anger as he tries again, but this time manages to lift Ace up
about 6 inches before Ace goes back down on both feet! Kaito lays into Ace’s back with several stiff Forearm Shots and grabs
him by the waist! He yells out loud as he does the unthinkable... and plants Ace Wylde with a Dead Lift German Suplex!!!
Carl Franks: Oh my!!! It took everything he had to get Ace Wylde up and over with that Dead Lift German Suplex!!!
Ray Quadros: But he got him!!! And now Ace is done for!!!
Kaito rests against the ropes, his eyes wide open in shick over the fact that he was able to do that to a big man such as
Ace Wylde. He pulls himself up to his feet with the aid of the ropes and signals for the end of the match. He drags Ace closer
to the corner and proceeds up to the top turnbuckle. Kaito signals for the end and leaps off... RYUBAKUDAN... NO!!! ACE
GETS HIS KNEES UP!!! Kaito writhes in pain as Ace makes his way back up to his feet. He mouths off to the Seiryuu as
Kaito tries to get back up.
Ace drives a Forearm into Kaito’s spine and lifts him up over his shoulders... SEVEN DEADLY SINS... NO!!! KAITO
ESCAPES!!! Kaito kicks Ace right between the legs, out of view of the ref’s eyes! Kaito sets him up... JIENDO!!!
Carl Franks: JIENDO!!! Kaito nails JIENDO!!!
Ray Quadros: I told you!!! It’s over!!!
Kaito rolls Ace over for the cover... ONE........................ TWO............................. THREE!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
“Follow Your Generation” by Acma blares over the arena speakers as Kaito is beside himself, both in shock and surprise
as he managed to put the big man away! The fans give him a mixed reaction as the referee raises his hand in victory!
Layne Marshall: Here is your winner... the “Seiryuu”... JIRAIYA KAITO!!!
Carl Franks: The Seiryuu managed to pull off what is perhaps the upset of the century! He was in the ring with
someone twice his size, and did the unthinkable by defeating Ace Wylde!
Ray Quadros: Don’t even doubt this kid’s abilities, Carl! Kaito is a force to be reckoned with, and he just proved why!
Kaito asks the referee if he did indeed win, and the ref nods his head. The Seiryuu celebrates his victory by climbing up
to the top turnbuckle and signaling that the belt will soon be his.
Statement Made
Written by: Jay & Jason
Scene cuts to the back that shows Ace Wylde pacing around inside his locker room, mumbling to himself. Ace grunts,
pounds the wall angrily, and walks towards the door. He exits, walking down the hall, all the while mumbling "you want a
statement, Cortez?" As Ace turns the corner, he bumps into none other than Jiraiya Kaito! Surprised, yet happy with
running into him, the two stare at each other, neither flinching nor blinking.
Franks: "Uh-oh, Ray! Looks like these two have a lot more they'd like to say to one another."
Quadros: "You talk about your showdowns, this here is quickly becoming my favorite PC/PWA feud."
For a few heated, silent seconds, the two men's gaze never leave each other. Ace turns his head slightly, when Kaito
unloads with a sharp left hand to Ace's chin, which starts an all-out brawl between the two! Fists are flying left and right,
until Ace pushes Kaito, who stumbles backwards a bit. Displaying incredible (and odd) agility, Ace Wylde jumps off his feet
and hits an extremely athletic standing dropkick to Kaito's chest, which causes The Seiryuu to stumble back and hit the wall
behind him. Visibly shaken, both men are panting hard: Kaito leaning up against the wall, Wylde on one knee on the floor.
Suddenly, Ace Wylde's head snaps up and he looks at Kaito... and a sick, twisted and demented grin develops across his
face.
Franks: "What the hell is Ace Wylde doing?"
Quadros: "This man is psychotic! Someone get Kaito out of there before he gets hurt!"
But it's far too late. Ace begins running towards Kaito and, at the last second, drops his head down, like a charging bull,
and spears Kaito through the wall he was leaning against!
Franks: "HOLY SHIT!"
Quadros: "Holy shit, dude! You swore!"
Franks: "Ace Wylde may've completely broken Jiraiya Kaito in half with that spear!"
Quadros: "Not only that, but just think... what would have happened if Kaito moved?"
After the dust settles, Hammerfist security, various road agents and scattered PWA superstars gather to check on the
condition of the two men. Kaito lays on the ground, writhing in pain, clutching his stomach and ribs. From his mouth drips
blood; evidence of some sort of internal injury. However, to Kaito's left, lies Ace Wylde, completely motionless.
Franks: "Oh no, Ray. Ace's out cold. He may be dead for all we know."
Quadros: "Well good, I say! Any forty-year old man who runs through walls out to just do himself in."
Franks: "Ray! Like him or not, you gotta admit, he definitely sent a statement to The Butcher, wouldn't you say?"
Quadros: "He didn't just send a statement, Carl. He sent a whole damn novel."
Hammerfist security and the medical staff load Ace onto a stretcher and wheel him away, towards a waiting ambulance,
while the scene switches back to Carl and Ray.
Franks: "Fans, we will send you any information we get about the condition of Ace Wylde as it comes to us, we promise
you."
Quadros: "Hopefully, they'll tell us what we already pretty much know."
Franks: "And what would that be, Mister Optimistic?"
Quadros: "That he's senile."
Franks: "Smooth. Anyways, let us continue on with the evening, regardless."
FREE AGENT!
Written by: You know who
(Arena lights darken. With an almost deafening silence, the Edward Jones Dome grows quiet with anticipation. Could
this be THE free agent?! “Remember” by Disturbed erupts in St. Loius as a brand new, never before seen video package
lights up the JumboTron! SCORPION!!)
Carl Franks: Oh my! It's Scorpion!! He's BACK! He's BACK! Scorpion has made his return to wrestling and his debut in
PWA!
Ray Quadros: NO! This can't be! Say it ain't so. Someone pinch me and wake me up from this nightmare!
Carl Franks: Oh it's for real Ray! The question is though, is he going to be the franchise player for Premiere Wrestling
Alliance or for Project Catastrophe?!
Ray Quadros: I knew as soon as Daz Van Dyke stuck his nose into PWA, Scorpion would be soon to follow. We should
have all seen this catastrophe coming! Damn us!
(Scorpion doesn't appear on top of the ramp, nor does he actually make an appearance. This leaves Carl Franks with a
stupefied look etched across his features and Ray Quadros grinning a toothy smile from ear to ear. He hopes it's all one big
sick joke. The music dies down and suddenly the screen fades to static and then fades into a high ceilinged mansion. Sitting
on a pure, white leather sofa are that of Scorpion, his wife and former wrestler Shattered Dreams and their procreation..
Tristan Riley. Tristan sits in the middle with a gigantic tub of fluffy popcorn. We tune into their conversation.)
Scorpion: Pretty amazing match we just witnessed.
(He looks over at his darling wife for her opinion.)
Shattered Dreams: It was alright. Nothing compared to what I used to do.
Scorpion: You were a human weapon, not a “professional” wrestler!
(Her head snaps in his direction with a sadistic snarl.)
Shattered Dreams: I'll give you professional! Professional is wrestling in a match like the Natalie Snow and Sin, winning
and then walking away from it! Professional is losing all feelings in your extremities and walking it off! Professional is..(cut
off)
(Scorpion points at the television, which seemingly is doubling for a camera right now.)
Scorpion: We have company buttercup!
(Turning her head to the camera slash television that they've been watching Vow on, her hateful expression softens
around the extras. Not sure what to do, she politely waves.)
Scorpion: Welcome to my humble home PWA fans. So wonderful that you could join my family and I for an action
packed pay per view! Pardon the old lady for her rudeness and tendency to rattle on and on and..
(SLAP to the back of the head!)
Scorpion: Heh. Maybe I deserved that. Anyways. While most of you recognize me as the epitome of this violent sport,
some of the wonderful Premiere Wrestling fans haven't had the opportunity or pleasure of meeting me.
Shattered Dreams: Oh please.
Scorpion: Ignoring that last statement, I'm pleased to introduce you to.... ME! The rest of you can call me Scorpion.
Moving on..
(Scorpion takes a moment to gather his thoughts.)
Scorpion: It's come to my recent attention that my dear business friend and former colleague, The Butcher, has come to
terms with someone he only calls the “free agent” to help swing the momentum to the favor of Premiere Wrestling Alliance.
Ah, but on the other edge of this double edged blade is current and nothing more than “extra” PWA Board Member, Demitre
Lionheart, being in contact with him. Word is, it's even been hinted to be me! As you can see..
(Scorpion tries to hold back his laughter, but can no longer contain it. Little bits of popcorn are spat in front oh him as
he slaps his knee with an ever reddening face.)
Scorpion: Oh boy. Sorry folks, I couldn't hold that one back! Demitre and myself.... no even better... Valentine and
myself.. wor... working.. GAHAHAHAHA... WORKING TOGETHER!! Hahahahaha....
(Scorpion nearly falls out off the sofa as he double over in laughter. Even Shattered Dreams snickers a little at the
thought of Scorpion and anyone with the last name Lionheart ever cooperating. With the greatest of efforts, the former
TNW World Champion collects himself and strangely looks as serious as he ever has.)
Scorpion: Seriously. I hope no one fell for this. I would never and I mean never align, befriend, go into cahoots, be
buddy buddy, go out for drinks, have a conversation, shake a hand of, hug, kiss, smile at, work together with or otherwise
look funny at a Lionheart! From the dawn of time, I have looked down on this degenerate family! Seriously! Ever since I was
introduced to Valentine Lionheart, the poor guy thinks he is some sort of messiah! (chuckles) Oh and his brother. Demitre
Lionheart.. where do I begin?! Actually two words sum him up. Psychotic Freak! These two brothers of humilation have only
been destructive to themselves and those around them! They're fools redefined! On the other hand..
(Scorpion elegantly puts a finger to his chin.)
Scorpion: They did realize the significance of my name alone. The Lionhearts know that the simple utter of my name
means something they can rarely gather on their own... big media! They realize and understand that if there is one name
out there that can turn every locker's wrestler's knees into goo.. it's mine. I'll give them credit for that. In retrospect
however, they're shooting themselves in the foot when it's not my name called out! There is no one and I mean no one in
the free agent market as significant as yours truly. There is not a soul who could change the tides of this business as the one
who sits before you!
(If Scorpion's demeanor wasn't being so sure of himself, you'd think that he was full of himself. In actuality and as
usual, he merely states the obvious. Unlike the Lionheart family... if he doesn't believe it to be true. It doesn't escape his
lips.)
Scorpion: And on that note.. does that mean I am Butcher's “free agent”?
(He gives the question a moment to sink in before continuing.)
Scorpion: No. As I said before.. Butcher HOPES this free agent will help. I would not only help, I'd put an end to this
damned piece of crap, Project Catastrophe! Then again, who needs that when you have Valentine at the helm getting ready
to self destruct his own project if the World title ever presents itself!
(Scorpion shakes his head up and down assuredly.)
Scorpion: So with that, I know what the real question is on the tip of your lips! Are you coming to PWA to replicate your
past performances as you usually do Scorpion? When are you going to put an end to this upper mid-card wrestling we see in
main events?! To that I tell you my most faithful fans... in time! When the moment is just right, I'll unmistakably walk
through the doors of PWA and change the lives of wrestler's, fans, road agents and yet again the world of wrestling itself! It's
not hearsay, it's not an egotistical mouth getting me in more trouble than out. It's me doing what I do best and will soon do
again! Dominate. Prevail. Reign. Then do it all over again! I am Scorpion... I am your future PWA World Champion! Now
hand over that popcorn!
(Scorpion and Tristan pretend to fight over the popcorn as Tristan giggles in spurts. Scorpion takes the remote control
in his hand and points it at the television slash camera.)
Scorpion: Now enjoy the show damnit!
(CLICK!)
PWA Tag Team Championship Re-Match
Wing Zero vs. Jake Keeton & Ryan Shane
Written by: Mike
Franks: Up next fans we have the long awaited rematch for the tag-team titles as we have the first ever PWA
Tag-Team champions in Wing Zero. Taking on the current title holders Jake Keeton and Ryan Shane.
Quadros: You got that right and finally tonight those belts return home to the rightful owners! I mean Keeton and this
rookie? Are you kidding me, they don't hold a candle to the unit that is Wing Zero. Now, that's a real tag-team if you ask me.
Franks: Well, this week there has been no shortage of trash talk but now it is time for all of that to come to an end as it
is time to find out exactly who is the best tag-team in PWA. Let's go to ringside for the introductions.
Marshall: Introducing first.....the challengers.
Pink, blue, purple and green strobe lights flash around the darkened arena as "Miss Murder" By AFI and VNV Nation
plays throughout the arena then two jets of steam burst up out of the entrance ramp high into the air, as the steam settles
you can see Dante Noilearth standing with his arms out stretched and a grin etched into his face, As he steps forward
walking slowly the “Artist” Zex painted in green glow in the dark paint makes his way beside his partner, Zex runs from
either side of the entrance ramp playing up the crowd as Dante slowly walks down to ringside slapping hands with fans as he
does so, Zex then races down to the ring and slides through the ropes as Dante climbs the ring steps, light then begins to
flash unaccountably as the music drops, Dante makes his way mid centre, where spotlight beams down on him, Zex climbs
the turnbuckle posing to the ground and then back flips into the ring as Dante spins around with his arms outstretched, the
two men then reside next to each other while discussing strategy as the arena turns to normal.
Franks: Certainly a unique entrance by Wing Zero to say the least.
Quadros: You can almost feel the it can't you? The tag-titles slowly slipping away and the chumps....I mean champions
isn't even out here yet.
Marshall: Weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and forty four pounds this is Wing Zero.
The cult like following deliver a nice pop for the challengers but a majority of the crowd reserve their cheers for the
champions as we await their entrance.
A hush fills the arena and boos echo from the crowd as "Game On" by Disciple hits the PA. Jake Keeton slowly emerges
through the curtains with his full attention focused on the upcoming match. He walks down the ramp barely acknowledging
the fans as he has his partner by his side as they proudly display the gold around their waist.
Marshall: Introducing their opponents.....they are the PWA Tag-Team Champions of the World! Please welcome Ryan
Shane and Jake Keeton!!!
Franks: PWA's odd couple here you would think would be at a slight disadvantage against a combo such as Zex and
Noilearth who work so well together. Will history repeat itself again here tonight at VOW?
Quadros: Pfff! No.
The bell rings and it looks as if it is going to be Dante starting things off for his team as Ryan Shane starts off for his.
Both men meet in the center of the ring and lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. They jockey for position before makes a
nice move and slides out delivering a nice hip toss to Dante. Noilearth to his credit pops right back up by Ryan is waiting on
him and delivers another drop kick. Again Dante is back up to his feet but Ryan is a step ahead of him and nails a beautiful
drop kick point black to his chin. Noilearth backs his way up into the corner and reaches up as he makes the tag to Zex.
Franks: Not quite the start Wing Zero was looking for as Dante makes the quick tag.
Quadros: It's still early. Don't begin to worry just yet.
Zex sizes the youngster up as they lock up. Ryan attempts the same move as he slides out of the grasp of Zex and goes
for another hip toss but Zex is waiting on him and mule kicks him right in the stomach causing the rookie to double over.
Zex takes off for the ropes and grabs the young man by the back of his head and rolls through snapping his neck forward.
Instantly, causing Shane to collapse to the canvas holding his head. Zex makes the quick tag as he moves the action to his
side of the ring. The Artist spreads Shane's legs as if he was making a wish on Thanksgiving and leaps into the air at the
same time Dante springboards himself over the top rope as both men crash into half the tag team champions! Ryan groans
in pain as instinct tells him to roll towards his corner as Keeton as anxiously calling for the tag but to no avail as Dante ends
all hopes of a tags with a well placed elbow drop to the back of the head.
Franks: Wing Zero has things right where they want them as they have cut the ring in half here in the early going and
taking it to the rising young superstar in Ryan Shane.
Quadros: Well, he may be climbing up the ladder but tonight he drops a couple of rungs and learns his place the hard
way.
Dante whips Ryan into the corner and quickly follows up behind him, jumps and nails a spinning kick that is right on
the money as the camera pans to catch Keeton's reaction as he slams his fist on the turnbuckle as he is chomping at the bit
to get in on the action. Zex makes a blind tag to his partner as he leaps from the apron to the top turnbuckle. Dante with a
fall away neck breaker as Zex leaps in the air and nails a twisting splash into a pinning combination as he hooks the
leg......ONE!! TWO!!!! Save by Keeton!!!
Franks: Keeton with the save and if it wasn't for that we may have had new tag champs here at VOW!
Quadros: May?! It's just a matter of time. Take a look for yourself!!
Keeton makes the save much to the approval of the crowd but hurts his partner in the long run as this affords some
time for another double team tactic. As Zex and Dante picks up Shane for a double suplex! Dante slides out as Zex makes the
pin. As the referee runs back to get into position. ONE!! TWO!! Kick out by Ryan Shane showing their is still fight in the
young man! Zex seems a bit frustrated but stays on the offensive as he picks Shane up for a swinging neck breaker but
Ryan twists out of it and catches Zex in the back cracker!!!
Franks: Shane with the SOMEDAY SNAP! Zex is down and Noilearth can't believe it!
Quadros: Where the hell did that come from?!
The crowd is urging Shane to make the tag as Keeton is nearly jumping out of his boots as he stretches as far as he can.
Slowly but surely he edges closer as he is just inches away as Zex thinks about the tag but instead tries to cut the young
man off from his partner but his a second to late as Shane's hand meets that of Keeton's who hops into the ring and begins
to unload with fist of fury. Rights and lefts to Zex, Dante rushes in and receives the same treatment. Keeton grabs both men
in a front face lock and nails them with a double DDT!!
Franks: Keeton has turned the tide in this encounter as he is unleashing holy hell on Wing Zero!
Quadros: I hate this guy!
Exploder suplex to Dante that sends him all the way out of the ring!! Exploder suplex to Zex right next to the ropes. He
calls for the tag from Shane who is still catching his wind but accepts it anyways. He races for the ropes gaining momentum
with each step as Keeton picks Zex up in position for a reverse face buster! Zex is almost completely vertical by the time
Shane leaps and shows off his amazing agility as jumps damn near eight feet and catches Zex in a tandem bulldog/face
buster! Ryan goes for the pin as he hooks the leg! ONE...TWO...THR.....Dante pulls the referee out of the ring saving his
partner!
Franks: Save by Dante, keeps Wing Zero's hopes of championship gold alive!!
Quadros: What a save! See that's teamwork!!
Ryan Shane sees what has happened and loses his head for a moment as he takes off for the ropes and makes a suicide
dive right on top of Dante Noilearth ramming both men into the guardrail. Keeton now makes his way into the ring and
picks Zex up and goes for the HIGHLIGHT OF THE NIGHT (spinning unprettier) but the daredevil escapes and shows
surprising strength at this point of the contest as he picks Keeton up and nails him with the Z-Expression. (DVD into a face
crusher)!!!
Franks: Z-Expression by Zex and Keeton looks to be out of it in the middle of the ring.
Quadros: Come on Zex here's your chance! Make the pin!!
Franks: But, there isn't a referee! Hell, Keeton isn't even the legal man!!
The referee slides back into the ring as Noilearth slams Shane face first into the steel steps and throws him into the
center of the ring. Zex takes Keeton and tosses him out of the ring. He makes the tag to Dante as Zex yells at him to finish
him off as Noilearth gives the signal for the ANAGRAM (Canadian Destroyer). But, as he places Ryan in for the flipping pile
driver Shane powers out and delivers a back body drop but Dante lands awkwardly on his knees Ryan is quick to follow up
as he follows up with a resounding shining wizard to the back of the head as the impact of the THUD is heard through out
the arena!
Franks: Good lord what a kick!
Quadros: But, the rookie makes a huge mistake he kicked Dante right into his corner and Zex makes the tag!!
Zex races across the ring and runs up Ryan's body from behind and delivers a reverse back flip kick but instead of the
face he drills Shane right in the back of both of his knees! Ryan drops as he was shot by a gun in both legs as he collapses to
the canvas! Zex picks him up and pulls him back over to his corner and makes the tag to Dante. Zex with a power slam as
Dante goes up and delivers of all things a reverse Swanton into a body splash! ONE.....TWO!!!!!!! THREEEEE....No foot on
the ropes by the rookie!
Franks: We were THAT close to new tag team champions!! What a move by Dante but Shane showed great ring
presence and escapes the pin!!
Quadros: That was PURE luck and you know it Franks! This match should be over!!
Dante now goes for a standing moonsault but Ryan Shane surprises everyone in the building and catches him in mid-air
and drops him with a tombstone pile driver! Ryan collapses on top of Dante for the pin.....ONE! TWO!!!!!! THRE.....Dante
kicks out!
Franks: Noilearth with a kick out and both men desperately needs to make the tag!
Quadros: Dante still feeling the effects of the pile driver but manages to makes his way over to Zex and there is the tag.
Franks: But, Shane makes the tag to Keeton!
Both men enter and trade blows again as they are going on nothing but adrenaline at this point in the contest! Zex gets
the upper hand and trips Keeton as he crashes into the second rope in perfect position for the ANAL ZEX (Zex version of
the 6:19 where he boots the opponent in the ass). But, Keeton sees it coming and slides out of the way sending Zex sliding
through the ropes but to his credit he hangs on and lands on the apron. Zex attempts to springboard into the ring but
Keeton catches him with a boot to the midsection and nails him with the HIGHLIGHT OF THE NIGHT!!!
Franks: Spinning Unprettier by Keeton he hooks the leg!!
ONE!!!! TWO!!!!
Quadros: Here comes Noilearth for the save but he is cut off by a running clothesline by Shane!!!
THREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
Marshall: The winner of this contest and STILL PWA TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!!! Ryan Shane and Jake Keeton!!!!!
Franks: My God what a match!!!
Quadros: Wing Zero got screwed!!
Franks: How?
Quadros: Um....I don’t know but they got screwed and that's my opinion and I am sticking with it!!
Shane and Keeton grab their gold and look as though they have been through a war as Wing Zero gathers themselves
in the ring and swear that this one isn't over.
A Good Luck Lap Dance
Written by: Nathan
Michael Bourne: You do have your mind in the game, right?
JJ Biggs: Of course.
Michael was sitting on the leather recliner, and JJ was sitting on the edge of the matching leather couch. "The Featured
Attraction" picked up the remote in front of him and he paused the video of the match he had with Terminus back at
Violation 9.
JJ Biggs: You know, if you weren't the referee of that match, I probably would have gotten the victory.
Michael Bourne: Probably.
JJ Biggs: Yeah.
At that moment, there is a knock at the door and JJ looks over at Michael with a confused expression painted upon his
face. Michael shrugs his shoulders in response. JJ gets to his feet and he makes his way over to the door. He opens it and it's
Chubbs, standing in the doorway with his broom in hand.
JJ Biggs: Yes, Chubbs?
Chubbs: I just wanted to come by and wish you luck in your match tonight.
JJ Biggs: Thanks, but luck is--
Chubbs: For losers, I know. Oh, and by the way, I just wanted you to know that Jack is watching you right now and he's
going to be with you for your match tonight.
JJ Biggs: Say what?
JJ looked up at the ceiling, as if he was trying to spot Jack. He looked from the back to the front, from the left to the
right, but he obviously didn't see anything. He looked back down to where Chubbs was standing, but he was gone. JJ peeked
out of his locker room and he didn't see him anywhere. He simply shrugged his shoulders and he went back over to the
couch. He was about to press "play," but there was yet another knock at the door. He sighed loudly and he made his way
over to the door. This time, it's Ryan Richardson.
JJ Biggs: Ryan, it's been awhile.
Ryan Richardson: Yeah, it has been. I almost miss calling the matches with you.
JJ Biggs: No, you just miss calling the matches, period.
Ryan Richardson: Yeah, you're right, I would like it if you popped Quadros in the jaw for me.
JJ Biggs: I'll see what I can do.
Ryan Richardson: Really? That's great. And good luck tonight in your match, I hope you win.
JJ Biggs: Luck is for losers.
Ryan Richardson: Nonsense!
JJ Biggs: Bye, Ryan.
JJ slammed the door in Ryan's face. He turned to go sit down, but once again there was a knock at the door. He quickly
opened it and Jose Jose ran past him. Jose Jose jumped onto the coffee table and he started dancing wildly. Unfortunately
for everyone watching, he's only wearing a thong and nothing else.
JJ Biggs: What the hell are you doing?
Jose Jose: I give you lucky dance! It bring luck to whoever see it!
JJ Biggs: Luck is for--. Fuck it, never mind.
Jose Jose jumped off the coffee table and he mounted Michael. Bourne tried his best to shove Jose Jose away, but Jose
wasn't having any of it.
Michael Bourne: Help me! Get this guy off me! His chest hair is rubbing all on my face.
JJ Biggs: You'll be fine, think of it as your first lap dance.
Michael Bourne: Fuck you, JJ!
JJ Biggs: I'm going to leave you two alone. I need some coffee.
JJ walks out the door and he leaves Jose Jose and Michael alone. Jose Jose continues dancing, and after a while,
Michael just quits fighting it. Weird.
A New Breed
Written by: Josh
(The scene shifts to the backstage area where you spot Jostrodomus chatting things over with Maelstrom and his son
Nick Vicent. The group looks to be a bit on the pissed off side as they continue on with their discussion.)
Jostrodomus: You know...I don't care that Wren and VCR found this shit out, but what I do care about is how they
found this out Vic.
(Maelstrom gives The Number One Stunner a funny look as though Joz were saying that he was the one who ratted
out the secret to VCR and Wren.)
Maelstrom: What's 'at suppose ta mean Joz? You tryin' ta say I went in told em'?
Jostrodomus: No Vic...I'm not saying that at all...I know you better than that...
Maelstrom: I'd sure as hell think so!
Jostrodomus: I'm really starting to wonder about who the hell it was...There are a few names that come to mind, but if
this was the plan Lionheart and VCR had all along...First to break into my house, then try to trick me into taking the low
road because of Nick here...If they thought for one minute that they pulled one over on me...Then they are sadly
mistaken...I'll be damned if they'll ever pull a fast one over on me to get me to lay down my guns...
Maelstrom: Same here...Dis' ole' boy don't go out 'at easy.
(Maelstrom and Joz nod in agreement as young Nick Vicent looks on. )
Jostrodomus: It was only a matter of time before people realized Nick was my son...The moment the kid stepped into
the ring and did business there would have been the talk of a young Jostrodomus...
Nick: What's funny about the whole situation is they'll try to make it out to be that you've been a terrible father to me...
Jostrodomus: I can hear em' now Nick....
Nick: What we had planned would have been a heck of a lot more fun, but this protege's down for anything that
resembles raisin' some hell...
Maelstrom: The only difference between you two fools is da simple fact ur boy here ain't from da big city Joz...Damn
sure got yer ego though.
(The two Vicent's look at one another with a smirk on their face before turning to Maelstrom.)
Jostrodomus: Vic...Would you expect any different?
Maelstrom: Well if he'd lived with you his whole life no, but seein' as though Michelle and you had joint
custody...Yeah...Course then again he's been trained by some of da best...
Nick: Don't flatter yerself Vic...I tell ya...Bein' corn fed built this ass kickin' machine...
(Joz and Maelstrom laugh at the remarks from Joz's son as he gets up and walks out of the room for the time being.
Maelstrom turns to Joz with a serious look now that Nick is gone.)
Maelstrom: You sure you are ready for this Mike?
Jostrodomus: I think so Vic...I think so.
Maelstrom: I don't know how you take it first time 'at boy of yours gets jumped by the likes of Lionheart and dem fools.
Jostrodomus: I'll kill em' Vic...One by one...He's a big boy, he'll be able to take care of himself...He's got two of the
toughest sons a bitches this world has ever seen on his side...He'll be alright. After tonight I don't reckon' we'll hear much
out of ole' Lionheart for a while...He'll head back to his dark corner and sit, wondering just where the fuck he went wrong
with his master plan.
Maelstrom: I like the sounds of that...
Jostrodomus: So do I Vic...Time to take care of business as usual.
(The scene fades to commercial break. )
Extreme Lion's Den Match
Jostrodomus vs. Valentine Lionheart
Written by: Andrew
(Fade into a shot of an MMA styled Octogon; with an assortment of interesting objects hanging off the side of the cage.
Situated on opposite sides of the cage are two wooded tables, and a number of chairs are scatterd about the ring.)
Layne Marshall: The following contest is an Extreme Lion's Den Match. The match can be won by pinfall, submission, or
by escape from the cage, and a competitor cannot be disqualfied for any reason.
Franks: Well, this is a first in the history of PWA. Valentine challenged Joz to an MMA-style match at V22, and Joz
upped the ante by adding an Extreme Rules stipulation to the match.
Quadros: Yeah, because he knew that he didn't stand a chance of winning a regular MMA match against Valentine...
Franks: Joz is a veteran competitor, Ray, who can adapt to any situation.
Quadros: Yeah, well, the same can be said of Valentine, though.
Franks: True...that's why this is such a compelling match.
(Enemy" by Sevendust blasts over the PA system as the fans start to cheer. Smoke fills the entrance way and
Jostrodomus emerges from the smoke arms in the air, fist clinched, ready to fight. He walks down to the octogon with that
shit eating grin on his face that we've all become accustomed to and arrogantly gets into the cage as the fans continue
cheering. He throws his arms in the air for one last firework show and pop from the fans before leaning against the bars
before the match starts.)
Franks: Well, the Number One Stunner has been looking for payback ever since he was hung up as a sacrifice at
Apotheosis, and has considerable hatred for Lionheart in particular after the latter's disgusting actions...
Quadros: Like what!?
Franks: Like stalking the man's wife!?
Quadros: Hey...how do you know that Valentine wasn't invited over to the house by Tracy?
Franks: I..I cannot believe that you just said that! That'sa new low, Ray...even for someone like you!
Quadros: I always sink to the occasion on PPV's. You should know that by now!
(The lights dim in the arena as the Violation-Tron blacks out then the words "The Omega Messiah" appear on the
screen, followed by footage of Valentine in the ring, then the lights begin to flash in strobe as "Beyond The North Waves" By
Immortal starts to blare out over the expensive sound system, as the lights flash around the arena Valentine steps out in
from the entrence ramp in his black jeans, T-shirt boots, and gloves, he looks directly at the cage and then takes a swig of
the bottle of water in his left hand. Valentine walks down to the cage and stops looking at the crowd at the bottom of the
ramp before climbing the steps and walking along the apron he stops staring down the crowd, he tosses the bottle of water
into he crowd laughing and then steps inside the cage...only to be met by a running forearm to jaw by the Number One
Stunner that sends him staggering backward against the bars of the cage!)
Franks: Jostrodomus isn't waiting for the opening bell to begin this match!
Quadros: Leave it to that foul-mouthed cheat to use a cheap tactic like that to gain an advantage!
(With a look of fury on his face, Joz immediately steps forward to press his advantage, and nails his opponent with a
hard right hand, and then another, and a third...Wait! Valentine ducks, and rocks Joz's world with a wicked palm strike to
the face! Lionheart immediately cinches in a mauy-thai clinch and then buries a series of alternating knee strikes to his
rival's mid-section, followed by a jumping thai knee strike that sends Joz stumbling backward. Now Lionheart steps forward
and tries to take his opponent's head off with a roaring elbow. No! Joz sidesteps! Joz with a series of quick jabs to the face,
followed by a hook, and a big uppercut to finally knock his opponent off of his feet!)
*INSANE FACE POP!*
(Joz immediatley drops down into the mount, and fires away with both hands as Lionheart works his way into the
guard and does his best to fend off the assault. He actually does a pretty good job of this, and then proceeds to counter a wild
punch by avoiding it and then pulling Joz into a guillotine choke. Lionheart begins to wrench back on the submission
attempt, while Joz fires shot after shot to his opponent's ribcage while working himself free of the guard. Eventually, Joz is
able to work his way out and back to his feet; he then lifts his opponent up, and then drives him back down to the mat with a
thunderous spinebuster! Holy! Valentine won't let go of the choke! Undaunted, Joz picks him up again, and slams him back
down! That STILL isn't enough to make Valentine break the hold.)
Quadros: Valentine's got that guillotine cinched in tight, and I think that Jostrodomus is really starting to feel the
effects!
(Joz fires off a couple more punches, but they don't have much steam on them, and Valentine breaks out into a grin as
he tranisitions into his Bermuda Traingle grounded traingle choke. Joz's face is starting to turn pale, and his eyes are
starting to glaze over Andy Sheppard checks on his condition. The arm falls once....Sheppard checks it
again....twice....Sheppard checks it for the FINAL time...and...
it stays UP! As the crowd chants Joz's name, Joz wills himself to jeep fighting, and then proceeds to lift his opponent into the
air, spin around, and then drive him into the cage with a modified powerbomb! Both men collapse to the mat as the crowd
goes completely ballistic!)
Franks: Great counter by Jostrodomus to break that submission attempt but I think the effort took a lot out of him as
well!
(Both men slowly climb to their knees; Joz fires a right hand into Valentine's face! Val responds with a shot of his own!
Joz fires another! Valentine fires back! Joz! Val! Joz! Val! They're now on one knee, and still firing! Joz! Val! Joz! Val! Joz!
Val! The two have made their way back to their feet, and firing away with everything they've got! Valentine with a palm
strike! And a second! Val misses a third! Joz with chop! And a second! A third! a fourth! Joz with a nasty forearm smash to
the jaw! Joz steps forward into an attempted lariat! Missed! Valentine ducks and then drives his opponent to the mat with a
nasty STO takedown! )
Franks: OH! Joz took that fall on the back of his head! I think Valentine may well have found a way to gain the first
sustained advantage in this match!
(Valentine breaks out into a sinister grin as he rises to his feet; he then proceeds to stare down at Joz with contempt in
his eyes as the latter begins to roll over onto his stomach; he then hauls his opponent to his feet, grabs him around the
waist, and then proceeds to send him flying with a savage overhead belly-to-belly suplex! Joz lands upside down against the
cage, before crashing head-first to the mat. Valentine smiles as he soaks in the crowd's jeers; the grin grows even wider as
he hauls his opponent back to his feet, and rams him face-first against the bars of the cage. Valentine grabs his opponent by
the back of the head, and then scrapes his face back and forth against the bars before finally tossing his opponent roughly to
the mat!)
*MASSIVE HEEL POP!*
Quadros: The crowd may not like these tactics, but they sure are effective! Joz is now busted WIDE open from a cut on
his forehead!
(Indeed, the face of the Number One Stunner is already turning into a gory read mask blood drips off of it onto the mat.
Valentine crouches down, scoops a bit of the blood, and smears it across his chest before turning his attention back to the
cage, and grabbing a lead pipe that's hanging from it. As Joz slowly struggles to his feet, Valentine takes the pipe and drives
the butt of it into his face. Smirking as his opponent falls flat on his back, Valentine quickly drops down to one knee, and
places a single hand on his opponent's chest in the most nonchalent of covers: 1.....2.....Kick Out! Shrugging, Lionheart
simply turns his opponent over, assumes the rear mount, and then applies a modified chinlock, using the pipe, instead of his
hands to apply pressure.)
Crowd: JOZ! JOZ! JOZ! JOZ! JOZ!
(Andy Sheppard asks Joz if he wants to call it a night, but Joz shakes his head no, and powers his way to his knees as
the crowd continues to cheer him on! OH! before the Number One Stunner can even think of mounting a comeback,
Lionheart simply takes the pipe in his hands, and drives the butt end into his opponent's lower back! Valentine gazes into the
crowd, signals that the end is near, and then hauls his opponent back to his feet, before setting him up for his Lion's Mane
Pedigree. NO! Joz blocks, and drops to one knee, before nailing his opponent with directly where it hurts the most with an
uppercut! Thnking quickly, Joz reaches out, grabs the pipe off the mat, and then drives it directly into his opponent's face as
he doubles over!)
Franks: Joz just opened up a huge cut over his opponent's left eye with that shot, and judging by the look in his eyes, I
don't that that's last injury that Valentine is likely to suffer!
(Joz takes a moment to blink some blood out of his eyes, and then stares down at Valentine, and lets out a loud war cry!
Assuming the mount, Joz rains down right hand after right hand before hauling his opponent to his feet, trapping his
opponent's arms between his, and then nailing him with headbutt after headbutt! Lionheart is now bleeding from the nose
and mouth, as well as from the cut over his eye; Joz then caps off this sequence by taking his opponent over with a
trapped-arm suplex, bridging back for a cover: 1....2....Kick Out! Undaunted, Joz simply hauls his opponent back to his feet,
doubles him over with a kick to the gut, and then cinches in a front facelock before suplexing his opponent into the cage.
JEEZ! Valentine crashes to the mat in a heap, and Joz breaks out into a wide smile as he grabs one of the chairs that are
lying around, and then lifts it over his head as he watches his opponent slowly climb to his knees...)
Quadros: Oh man! This doesn't look good for Valentine! This doesn't look good at all!
(Crack! Chair shot right in the face! Crack! Another! Valentine flops onto his back, but his opponent isn't going to leave
it at that. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Five chair shots connect against the prone from of Valentine; Joz smirks as he
places the chair on the mat, and then slowly hauls his opponent back to his feet. Kick to the gut doubles Val over, and then
Joz just kills his opponent dead with a piledriver directly onto the steel chair! Cover! 1..........2..............Kick Out at
2.999999!!!!Joz shakes his head, but quickly regains his cool, and sets up the chair; he then hauls his opponent to his feet,
and proceeds to nail him with a kick to the gut before lifting him into the air, and driving him down with his Domus Ending
Gutwrench Powerbomb! Crack! Valentine lands hard against the steel chair, and looks dead to the world as Jostrodomus
applies the cover: 1................2.................THREEEEWAIT! KICK OUT! KICK OUT!)
*AGONIZINGLY CLOSE NEAR FALL POP!*
(Joz's mouth drops open in disbelief, and he looks to the rafters for a moment before regaining his focus. As the crowd
goes crazy, he waits for his opponent to stumble to his feet, and then propels himself forward into a Superkick! NUFF SAID!
WAIT! VAL CAUGHT THE LEG! Lionheart then spins his opponent around, grabs him around the throat with both hands,
and then lifts him into the two-handed Chokebomb that he calls the Dark Drop! Valentine then crawls over, and drapes his
arm for the cover: 1.............2.............Kick Out! Valentine shakes his head, and takes a deep breath before regaining his cool
and hauling his opponent back to his feet. Valentine then nails a Sambo style Twisting Uranage; causing the ring the
shudder upon impact; instead of going for the cover; he then grabs a bag that's hanging off the cage, and then opens it to
reveal the contents...)
Franks: Thumbtacks!?
Quadros: Well, it worked for Terminus at Apotheosis, didn't it?
(Valentine pours the tumbstacks out, sending them scattering all across the ring; he then hauls his opponent back into
his feet and then lifts him into a fireman's carry, before spinning him into an attempted F-5! VDM! NO! Joz countered into a
DDT! Both men land hard on the tacks! DAMN! Both men remain prone on the canavas for a moment, before Joz pops back
up to his feet and waits for his opponent to rise! Valentine slowly climbs up, and nearly has his head taken off by Joz's
follow-up Superkick! NUFF SAID! COVER! 1..................2..............THREEEEEEEEEHOW THE HELL!? VAL GETS HIS
SHOULDER UP! Joz slams the mat in frustration, and then pulls Lionheart to his feet by his long black hair and drags him
over to where one of the tables are situated. He then climbs on top of the table,, pulling his woozy opponent up with him,
and then sets him up for the Rock Bottom that he uses as his other major finisher! Wait! Valentine is fighting! Back Elbow
to the jaw causes his opponent to lose his grip, and Valentine proceeds to grab his opponent, and then lifts him into The Side
Effect that he calls Engulfed in Darkness! CRASSSSSSSHHHHH!!!Both men go through the table!)
Crowd: This is awesome! This is awesome! This is awesome!
(It's tough to determine which one of the two competitors seem to have taken the worst of the impact, as they're both
lying motionless on the mat. After a couple of moments, Valentine gets to his feet, and then slowly beings to climb the cage.
He makes it halfway up when Joz begins to rise, and notices what's going on; racing over to the cage, Joz begins to claimb
after his opponent with a speed borne of desperation. Valentine realizes what's happening and tries to kick his opponent off
but Joz won't have any of that and reaches the top of the cage at the same time as Valentine. The two start trading right
hands while perched at the top of the cage! Val! Joz! Val! Joz! Val with a big right hand that causes Joz to sway precariously!
Val winds up to finish him off, only to be taken down with a modified version of the NUMBER ONE STUNNER OFF THE
TOP OF THE CAGE! Val crashes hard back into the thumbtacks, and lies motionless on the mat while Joz takes a moment
to smile down at him before draping on leg over the top of the cage!)
Franks: That's it! Valentine has just about been broken in half! All Joz has to do is to climb out and he's won the match!
Joz is gonna win! Joz is gonna win!
Quadros: Wait! Not so fast! I think someone else might have something to say about that!
(Indeed, Aiden Miles has appeared just outside the octogon, and is now climbing up the outside of the cage! The
Standard reaches the top just as Jostrodomus turns his head, and greats him with a fireball that catches him squarely in the
face! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOSH! Joz cries out in agony as he clucthes his face and crashes back to the inside of the ring!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Meanhwhile, Valentine has somehow managed to get back to his feet; hauling his stricken
opponent up, he climbs on top of the other table, and then proceeds nail him with the Lion's Mane! Crash! There goes the
other table! Cover! 1..............................2..................THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!)
*EAR SHATTERING HEEL POP!!!!!!*
Layne Marshall: Here is your winner...."The Omega Messiah" Valentine Lionheart!!!
(Valentine kneels down, smiling sadistically throgh his bloody mask as the crowd begins to chant "Bull-shit!" at the top
of their lungs. Meanhwile, Miles just smirks as he makes his way back up the entrance ramp.)
Quadros: Whoo-hoo! Chalk up another big win for Project Catastrophe and for Valentine Lionheart, who looks just as
good as ever!
Franks: That was disgusting! Jostrodomus had that match won had Aiden Miles not interfered! One can only hope that
he's all right after taking that fireball square in the face!
Quadros: Probably not. Oh well, that's what he gets for choosing an Extreme Rules Variation of an MMA match!
Franks: Sometimes I wonder about you, Ray! I really do!
Quadros: Whenever you say something like that, Carl, I know I've done my job.
Falls Count Anywhere
Shaun Andrews vs. Jason Sandman
Written by: Joe
Back To The Primitive comes on speakers and as it begins Deal With It Bitch Productions Presents logo come on the
Teletron. When the opening count is heard the name of Jason Sandman shows up on the teletron. Jason Sandman comes
out of the entranceway and as he raises his singapore cane and a steel chair wrapped in barbwire in the air. Jason Sandman
has his Atlantic championship on his shoulder. Pyro shoots off. Jason Sandman runs down to the ring, throwing the cane
and chair over before sliding under the ropes. He awaits his new rival Shaun Andrews and the referee takes his
championship from him and puts it on the announce table.
Franks: Sandman looks ready!
Quadros: Doesn't he always?
The lights start to flicker, and "Wild Out" by the Lox blare through the loud speakers. Shaun Andrews starts walking
down the ramp way with his navy blue wrestling tights. The fan's greet Shaun Andrews with boo's and cheer's. Shaun
ignores the fan's as only he can. He walks down the rampway and toward the ring. Shaun gets into the middle of the ring,
and goes face to face with Jason Sandman.
The bell rings.
Shaun Andrews Just nailed Jason Sandman, and Sandman fires back...Shaun Andrews with another hard right
hand.....Sandman Fires right back!
Franks: These men are going at it back and forth now...and uh-oh...it is obvious that Shaun Andrews is going to win
this exchange with his power advantage!
Shaun Andrews with a big rounding fist and OH! Sandman ducked, Andrews spins with the shift in
momentum...Sandman hooks his head in under Andrews' arm pit...Lifts up, and Perfectly Side Suplex takes Andrews down
to the mat!
Sandman is back up quick, and follows up with an Elbow Drop, but Andrews is able to roll out of the way easy
enough...Andrews up, goes for an elbow of his own...Sandman moves this time...Sandman back up, Andrews just threw his
foot up into Sandman's midsection and shoved backwards...Sandman down to the mat with the strength of Shaun Andrews
leg power. Shaun Andrews up to his feet, Jason Sandman is as well...
Franks: Both men come up meeting each other with right hands! Unbelievable...not even missing a beat in synch with
each other!
Andrews hooks Sandman by the arm and whips him off....Jason Sandman on his way back...Andrews misses with the
clothesline, misses with the back elbow....Shaun Andrews with a super kick, SANDMAN JUST BASEBALL SLIDED IN
UNDER IT, AND CAME UP BEHIND SHAUN ANDREWS!!
Andrews turns around, and OH! Stiff boot to the midsection, Sandman hooks Andrews now by the arm, and whips him
towards the ropes. Shaun Andrews coming back now...Jason Sandman with a clothesline...Shaun Andrews DUCKED IT!
Sandman with a back elbow...Andrews ducks it as well....Shaun Andrews back one more time and OH!!!! Sandman Buries
his Knee in Shaun Andrews' bread basket flipping him over and down to the mat! Sandman with an Elbow Drop catching
Shaun Andrews across the throat..up and Another one...Up..and another one! Jason Sandman now sitting on Andrews'
chest, and is just hammering him!
Franks: Sandman snapped!!
Quadros: You haven't seen anything yet!
Jason Sandman gets off of Andrews, and waits for Shaun to get to his feet. Shaun Andrews gets to his feet, and his
caught with a knee to the gut. Sandman now with a big suplex on Andrews. Sandman up to his feet again, and drops a big
Knee Drop down onto Shaun Andrews' forehead! Sandman back up, and drops another one! Sandman up one more time,
and this time just falls forward draping his shin across Shaun Andrews for a blatant choke! Sandman is up again and he calls
out to the capacity crowd who let him know what they think with a chorus of boo's. Sandman turns back to Andrews
angrily, and begins stomping him unmercifully. Sandman pulls Shaun Andrews up again. Sandman takes Shaun Andrews
by the arm again, and whips him hard towards the far corner! Shaun Andrews hits hard with velocity! He stumbles out, and
Sandman grabs him again throwing him hard....and OH! Again to the turnbuckle goes Shaun Andrews who is holding his rib
cage area as he stumbles out once again! Sandman starts out in a short sprint and DIVING CLOTHESLINE Takes Shaun
Andrews Off His Feet Sending Him Crashing To the Canvas!
Franks: Big clothesline!!
Quadros: I know that's right!
Sandman is back up again, and he's pulled Shaun Andrews out to face that turnbuckle....he's hoping up to the
second...OH! SENTON BOMB ONTO SHAUN ANDREWS' RIB'S FROM THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE!!!
Franks: I don't know if I ever seen that from Sandman before! It was impressive!
Quadros: Nothing Sandman does surprises me!
Sandman is back up, and he..OH! Sits right back down onto Shaun Andrews' Ribs! Sandman is pulling Andrews up,
hooking him around the midsection....Hoisting him up for what appears to be a sidewalk slam...OH! It was a Snap Back
Breaker instead, and Shaun Andrews looks like he's hurting pretty bad! Jason Sandman picks up Shaun Andrews up his
Mohawk. Andrews with a punch to the gut. Andrews with a head butt to Sandman that causes Jason Sandman to stumble
back. Sandman now with a punch, but Andrews ducks it and applies a sleeper hold. Andrews has it in tight. But Sandman
with a mule kick to the balls of Andrews that cause Andrews to fall to the mat.
Franks: So much for Andrews turning this match around!
Quadros: This is Sandman's chance to put him away, for good!
Sandman goes over to Andrews and applies a dragon sleeper. Andrews tries to bridge up to try and break the hold. He gets
up, but Sandman is able to reverse into a reverse ddt. Sandman goes outside and gets a chair from ring side. He goes back
into the ring and sets up the chair in the middle of the ring like he is going to sit down in the chair. Sandman throws
Andrews into the ring ropes, Andrews bounces back and Sandman hits a drop toe hold that causes Shaun Andrews faces to
hit the chair. Andrews mouth is bleeding and the chair is bent. Sandman throws the chair out of the ring. Sandman now
picks up Andrews and throws him through the second rope. Andrews crashes on the concrete hard. Jason Sandman gets out
of the ring with Andrews. Sandman picks Andrews up and throws him to the guardrail back first. Sandman goes for a big
boot, but Andrews gets out of the way. SANDMAN HIT A LARGE MAN WITH A COWBOY HAT WITH MOVE INSTEAD!!!
SANDMAN MISSED AND HIT A FAN!!!
Franks: I NEVER SEEN THAT IN MY LIFE!!!
Quadros: EITHER HAVE I!! I'M SPEECHLESS FOR ONCE!
Andrews gets behind Sandman and nails him with a German suplex on the concrete. EMT'S RUSH TO THE FAN.
Meanwhile, Shaun is on top of Jason Sandman choking him. Sandman's face is turning purple, but before he passes out, he
is able to poke the eyes of Andrews. Andrews runs his eyes for a second and lets go of Sandman. Sandman starts to get up
slow. Andrews throws Sandman back into the ring. Andrews rolls into the ring. Andrews picks up Sandman grabs him and
hits a T-BONE SUPLEX!! Andrews pops right back up. The crowd is cheering, but the same time, the crowd is booing.
Andrews goes to the top rope, he leaps off the top rope and hits a diving headbutt on the forehead of Jason Sandman that
causes Sandman to be cut open.
Franks: Did you see how high he got with that diving headbutt?
Quadros: I seen how high he was last night!
Franks: You did?
Quadros: No, but I'm sure he still smokes pot!
Andrews is slow to get up, and once he does he drops a elbow across the chest of Jason Sandman. Andrews gets up
quickly and drops another elbow on the chest of Sandman. Andrews pulls Sandman up by his long hair. Sandman gets
thrown into the turnbuckle. Andrews runs full speed ahead and rams his shoulder into the stomach of Jason Sandman.
Andrews now backs off of Sandman and hits Sandman with a round house kick to the face. Sandman flies over the top rope.
Andrews gets out the ring as well. Andrews reaches under the ring and grabs a Barbwire wrapped Chair!
Franks: THAT'S SANDMAN'S WEAPON!!!
Quadros: THIS DOESN'T LOOK GOOD!
Andrews gets the Barbwire wrapped chair and slams it on the chest of Jason Sandman! Sandman is pain! Andrews
drops the chair and goes for the cover. 1..2..thre... kick out by Jason sandman. Andrews gets up very fast after his near
victory. Andrews gets Sandman up and tries to set him up for a piledriver. Andrews tries to spike Sandman's head on the
barbwire wrapped chair, but Sandman is able to reverse the move by flipping Andrews over his head. Sandman is still on his
feet, he's exhausted. Sandman goes over to Andrews, and kicks Shaun to the side of the ribs, and again, another kick to
Shaun's ribs. Sandman grabs Shaun and pulls him to his feet, and Jason Sandman with a side suplex on Andrews! Andrews
leg hits the barbwire wrapped chair! Andrews leg is stuck on the barbed wire. Sandman see's it and helps but pulling the
chair off his leg very slowly! Andrews leg is bleeding.
Franks: This isn't good for Andrews!!
Quadros: You can say that again!
Sandman just whacks Andrews leg with the chair!! Andrews leg is stuck on the chair again!! Sandman pulls the chair
off of Andrews leg slowly again. Sandman with another chair smash, but this time Andrews is able to get out the way.
Sandman gets the chair and gets closer to Andrews. Andrews is on the ground damn near crawling. Andrews has nowhere
to go. Just as Jason Sandman goes for the swinging of the chair, Shaun Andrews kicks him in the balls! Sandman falls
directly to the ground.
Franks: If Andrews wants that World title shot, he better end this match soon. His leg doesn't look to be in the greatest
of shape.
Quadros: He'll be lucky to get out this match alive.
Andrews crawls to the guardrail and is able to push himself up. Andrews limps over to the announce table and grabs the
Atlantic championship of one Jason Sandman. Sandman is now to his feet, and he looks over and he's Andrews has his
championship. Sandman picks up the mangled barbwire steel chair. The two warriors meet and simultaneously hit one
another! It looks like Andrews got the cleraer shot, but Sandman's weapon is more of a dangerous weapon. Both men are on
the ground!! NEITHER MEN ARE MOVING MUCH!! The referee is checking on the both them.
Franks: Jesus these guys are going at it!
Quadros: They might have knocked each other out!
After a few moments of the two men being laid out here at ringside, they both get up and start swinging for the fences.
Right hand by Andrews! Left by Sandman! Right by Andrews! Left by Sandman! Right! Left! Right! Left! Back and forth! Left
hand! Left! Left! Left! Discus swinging left hand all by Jason Sandman! Shaun Andrews is rocked back! Sandman charges
him with a spear! OH! Jason Sandman just came through your television as he just speared the camera man in half! Shaun
Andrews barely got out of the way! Sandman gets up and turns around...OH!
Franks: My God!
Quadros: I felt that!
Jason Sandman grabs his crotch after Shaun Andrews just rammed the barbedwire steel chair into Sandman's groin!
Sandman falls to his knees in pain, leaving himself open...wrist clutch fisherman brainbuster by Shaun Andrews!...On to the
camera! HOLY SHIT! Your TV went fuzzy for a moment but now we're back! Andrews is covering Sandman near the
announce table! 1! 2! THREE!! DING! DING! DING!
Marshall: And here is your winner! Shaun Andrews!
Free Agent Exposed!
Written by: Neil & the free agent
The crowd in the Edward Jones Dome has been hot tonight as the PWA stars have put on a Hell of a show tonight. With
preparations for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship match underway, “Nutshell” by Alice in Chains begins to play,
causing the crowd to kick up one more time. Out steps Commissioner Butcher onto the entrance ramp, dressed in a decent
black business suit. Waving out towards his fans, The Butcher walks down to the ring and steps in. Layne Marshall tosses
the Commissioner a microphone from the outside.
The Butcher: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I hope you have been enjoying Vow so far tonight.
The crowd pops.
The Butcher: Before we continue with tonight’s event, I want to take this opportunity to express my concerns towards
the threat Project Catastrophe is within the Premiere Wrestling Alliance. Ever since their formation and debut at
Apotheosis, all I have been hearing is how bad the Project is for business. How their numbers will disrupt competition in this
ring. And while it may be true that they hold all of the titles currently, I know that within the coming weeks they will all be
fighting tooth and nail to hold onto the gold they currently have. Despite their numbers, the will of being better than the
man who stands across the ring from them each week will always come first. Project Catastrophe member or not.
With that said, competition will always outweigh the ideals of a single group. Despite what Terminus, Valentine
Lionheart, Logan Steel or anybody on PC preaches, pro wrestling is an individual sport and always will be. That is why over
the past month I have been in negotiations with one of the top free agents on the market. To increase the competitive
nature of this company and at the same time put Project Catastrophe in their place.
I have faced this man many times in the past so I know personally what this man brings to the ring each and every
week. He is a multi-time Champion in some of the biggest promotions over the past few years. He has defeated members of
the Project many times in the past. Now he brings his expertise to PWA.
Ladies and gentlemen, without further adieu, I present to you…
“Them Bones” by Alice in Chains begins to play and out steps Board of Director and Project Catastrophe member
Demitre Lionheart. The crowd starts to boo loudly as Mr. Lionheart begins to make his way down towards the ring with a
self-serving smirk across his face. The suited B.O.D. member steps into the ring and is given a microphone from Layne
Marshall. Lionheart and Butcher have a tense stare down in the middle of the ring for a moment.
Demitre: Butcher, Butcher, Butcher…quite a spirited speech you just gave. Too bad nobody in the back was listening
because they all know the truth of the matter. The Project’s plans are well underway and there is NOTHING you or those
second rate wrestlers in the back can do about it!
The Butcher: We’ll see about that, Demitre.
Demitre: Oh enough of the threats, Butcher! Free agent this, free agent that. Blah, blah, blah. Nobody cares! Project
Catastrophe is in control and has all ready beaten you to the punch…like we always have and always will! See, we know
who your “free agent” is, Butcher, and have all ready made an offer that makes yours look pathetic. So very soon, Project
Catastrophe will have gained his services and left you standing there, scratching yourself, and wondering what happened.
A look of concern comes over the Commissioner’s face as some doubt begins to form in his mind. Mr. Lionheart, though,
stands firms and confident.
The Butcher: This man would never align himself with Project Catastrophe and you know it.
Demitre: Every man has their price, Butcher! Even you!
The Commissioner and Demitre Lionheart stand face-to-face as it looks like they’re going to come to blows.
The Butcher: All the money in the world can’t save you from me kicking your ass, Demitre!
Demitre: You don’t have it in you anymore, Butcher. That’s why you have losers fight your own battles. Jostrodomus
never had a chance. Chris Wilkins retired rather than work for you. Nighthawk has fled the country rather than deal with
you booking him against another Project member. Chris Cypher called you out for who you really are…a pathetic
Commissioner! And now…now your “free agent” is going to rip out whatever you have left by working for the Project! Face
it, Butcher, you aren’t smart enough to beat us at our own game!
So get out of my way and let me introduce Project Catastrophe’s NEWEST member!
Commissioner Butcher drops the microphone to the canvass with a thud as does Demitre Lionheart! Both management
members have balled fists and looked poised to beat the crap out of each other!
Then the lights flicker in and out almost as if the Edward Jones Dome was having some sort of power shortage, before
finally fading to black. No need to worry though as spotlights come on scanning the arena for the prospective "free agent".
The classical tune of "O Fortuna" by Carl Off begins to play as some sort of matrix like coding begins to scroll down the video
screen. The capacity crowd tries to make sense of this grand entrance as suddenly the coding is replaced by faces of the
roster...Jostrodomus, Terminus, JJ Biggs, Valentine Lionheart, Nightawk just to name a few as the orcherstra reaches a
fever pitch it sounds as if the song is effectivley ripped right off the sound board.
Franks: Who ever this is, they either Butcher or Demitre Lionheart is pulling out all of the stops here this evening.
Quadros: Is there any question? This is definetly a Project C introduction!
Franks: Look at the entrance way! There is a figured cloaked in a dark black robe!
Sparkling pyro ignites down the aisle ways and across the stage as the figure begins to make his way down the aisle
through the smoke. The code and faces fade away and in a simple laser signature the landscape of PWA has changed as the
orchestra arrangement changes to an all too familiar tune as "Man in the Box" shakes the dome and everyone in attendance
as the signature of the one and the only "THE NATURAL" is enscribed acrossed the video screen!!
Franks: OH MY GOD! Could it be! THE only grand slam champion in the history of TNA is here in PWA. IT IS!! Bryce
Michaels has arrived here at VOW!!! But, whose side is he on?!
The Natural removes the robe as it falls off his body as both Demitre and the Butcher take a look at the man who could
possibly swing the tide in this power struggle. Michaels sporting a new jet black hair style and looks to be in great shape as
he ever has gives that traditional smirk to the thousands of eyes as he doesn't seemed fazed a bit by all of the attention he is
recieving. Both the Butcher and Lionheart begin clapping as you never know what is going on in the mind of the "Master
Manipulator" behind the sunglasses.
Quadros: Is there any question. Say hello to the man that has just ended PWA! You saw what he was capable of in
TNW. Not to mention he can't stand the Butcher.
Franks: I am confident the Butcher knew what he was doing when he went out and recruited the Natural to combat
Project C. There is no way he would have brought Michaels here if he wasn't confident a deal could be completed for his
services.
Quadros: Yeah, but don't you think Demitre Lionheart is a better business man? I do! Look at the talent he has
amassed. This is just another jewel in the crowd!
The Natural skins the cat as he looks out amongst the capacity crowd as the flashes are blinding attempting to capture
this moment in time. The music dies down as everyone in the crowd stands at attention awaiting to hear the decision.
Butcher: How is that for an introduction for the newest member of the PWA Roster!!!
Franks: Butcher seems very confident here.
Quadros: It's a false sense of security!
Demitre: Cortez....Cortez....your waisting your breath! Let me ask you this, has Mr. Michaels signed your contract
already?
Butcher: Well, that's what he is out here to do now. So if you don't mind....
Demitre: Well, that's great and all but it seems I have right here. Oh wait, yes I do. It feels like a signed document with
the signature of "The Natural", Bryce Michaels on it. That was signed last night after some pretty rough negotiations if I do
say so myself. But, regardless the deal is done. Signed, sealed and delivered. The Natural is a member of Project C!!!!!!
You can see the Butcher looking over at Michaels who must be one of the greatest poker players of all-time because
you can't tell if PWA has just been screwed over royally or if he has just scored the biggest signing of his career.
Butcher: Enough is ENOUGH! Just whose side are you on?!
The attention focuses on Bryce who has seemingly enjoyed this little squabble. He looks happy to answer the question
as he holds up his index finger as he removes his sunglasses and steps right up to Demitre pauses for a second and then
steps right up to the Butcher. He then takes a step back and begins to unbutton his sport jacket and reveals a PROJECT C,
T-shirt. It is like a pin plucked an avalanche size hole in the Goodyear blimp as you can feel the wave of disappointment
come over the crowd! The look of distraught on the Butcher's face is priceless as Demitre Lionheart rejoices as The Natural
simply shrugs his shoulders.
Franks: That SOB! I always knew you couldn't trust the Natural!!!
Quadros: OH YEAH!!! That's what I am talking about. I told you! I told you I was right.
Demitre grabs Michaels hand and thrusts it into the air as he celebrates for the crowd. Lionheart goes to pull away but
Bryce hangs on and delivers that million dollar smile as he pulls him in and C-4's the HOLY SHIT out of him!!! Bryce pops
back up to his feet as the crowd goes ape shit as Michaels just stands over Demitre and glares at him. The Butcher looks as if
he is about to have a heart attack!
Franks: YES!!! SWERVE!! The Natural just struck a resounding blow without even saying a word!
Quadros: Oh he will pay for that! Apparently, all this time away from the ring has made Michaels stupid!
The Butcher offers his hand in friendship to Bryce which Bryce accepts and C-4's the Butcher as well!! Now we are no
closer from where we started as both the Butcher and Demitre Lionheart are down. Bryce shrugs his shoulders as the
crowd doesn't know what to think. Michaels bends over and grabs the contract out of the Butcher's pocket along with a pin
and signs it as "Man in the Box" begins to play over the arena.
Franks: Bryce just signed the Butcher's contract! Does that mean he is with PWA?!
Quadros: I don't have a clue, but one this is for sure. You never can tell what the hell Michaels is thinking.
Bryce leaves the ring with a smile on his face as you are left trying to put together the pieces.
A Different Type of Ring
Written by: Andrew
(Terminus sits in the corner of the RTO locker room, and silently goes about the business of taping his wrists while he
waits for the time when he's scheduled to enter the arean, and defend his PWA World Heavyweight Title for a second time.
Letting out a sigh, the New Age Punisher shakes his head as he stares up the clock.)
Terminus: It's not quite the same without Natalie here,worrying herself sick before the start of the match...I wish she
were here...I really, really do...
(At the moment, knocking can be heard at his door.)
Terminus: It's open...
(The door slowly swings open, revealing the figure of Mary Katherine MacDonald; M.K. gives her friend a furitive wave
and a smile as she steps inside the room.)
M.K.: How are you making out, Evan?
Terminus: As good as could be expected, I suppose...under the circumstances.
M.K.: You miss her, don't you?
Terminus: Oh, yes, M.K...I miss Natalie a lot. I know that she's in no condition to be here, and that she should focus
upon her recovery, but...but...I just wish...
M.K.: (smiling) Evan...promise me that you won't kill me...
Terminus: (arching an eyebrow) MK...Why would you say something like that...?
M.K. (as her smile grows wider): Because, there's someone else with me...and she REALLY wants to see you right
now...
(Before Terminus can say anything, M.K. steps to the side, revealing the figure of Natalie Snow, who, with air of a pair
of crutches, makes her way into the room, and gazes adoringly at her lover and Savior.)
Terminus: (as his eyes go saucer wide) Natalie...!? NATALIE!?
Natalie: My love....My Savior...It's so good to see you...
(The two lovers stare at one another for a moment, while MK. egdes toward the door.)
M.K.: I'll leave the two of you alone to talk...
(As M.K. exists, Terminus finally forces himself to speak to his beloved High Priestess.)
Terminus: I...I'm....
Natalie: Savior, may...may I say something before you speak?
Terminus: Of course....
Natalie: I...I needed to come here, and see you.
It...it was important for me to tell you that...that...*stares down at her crutches*...what happened last week WAS worth
it, to me...
It was MY decision to take the risk that I did, and I was HAPPY to do so...
Evan, I was HAPPY to take the leap off of that truck at Violation 22 in order to defeat Sin. I was HAPPY to fight for the
cause that we both believed in, and...*stares at her crutches*...even if this was the result, I would do it again in a
split-second! People like JJ Biggs can never understand that,but I would like to think that you would!
You know that, don't you?
Terminus: I...I do.
Natalie: My love, I've been HAPPY these past few months, to be at your side and to be fighting for the cause that we
both believe in! I've been happy to be with someone who actually gives a damn about what I think, and who I was!
I've been happy to be with YOU, and to come to understand the person that you really are, as opposed to the person
that people like JJ Biggs would like the world to believe...
Evan...you are the love of my life! You are the person who saved me from a monotonous life of hustling interviews in
order to please authority figures that would likely have discarded me at their earliest possible convenience!
You...you are MY Savior...you really are...
And...and...I couldn't stand so see my Savior be by himself in the lead-up to one of the most important matches of his
career!
(Terminus smiles as she slides behind Natalie and starts to run his fingers along her shoulders.)
Terminus: I appreciate that, Natalie...I appreciate the sacrifice that you made...because regardless of what JJ Biggs may
think, it WAS a sacrifice to put yourself into that position, simply to advance a cause that you considered to be important.
Personally, I think sacrificing for a cause is equally as important as sacrificing one's life to save that of a drug-dependant
prostitute....
I know that you were willing to sacrifice much more in order to advance a cause...and to honor those that you care
about. And...I respect that more than you could possibly know...
That means the world to me...
YOU mean the world to me...
I love you, Natalie....with all of my heart...and....I...I....
(Terminus drops to one knee in front of Natalie, and takes a deep breath before looking her directly in the eye.)
Terminus: Would you...did you want to....m-m-marry...
Natalie: YES! HELL YES!
Yes, Evan Andrews, I WILL marry you!
(Terminus gets to his feet, and pulls Natalie into her his embrace, lifting her off the ground before he realizes that he
forgot something rather imortant...)
Terminus: Bloody hell! Where did I put the ring?
Natalie: (laughing) Evan...
Terminus: Well, it's kind of important, don't you think?
Natalie: Evan...your ring is out there! In case you haven't forgotten, you have a match shortly...
Terminus: I...You know...I almost did....
Natalie: (smiling) Aren't you glad that I'm here, then?
Evan...there can be no greater present that you could give me than to go out there, and defeat JJ Biggs to defend your
title. That way, you'll keep the vow that you made to me, and that way, you can show the world just what you're capable of
doing when you're inspired!
So, I want you to go out there...and decimate that overgrown sack of dog manure, and make him regret each and every
idiotic comment that he's made over the past few weeks.
Are you prepared to do that, Evan?
Terminus: (returning the smile) Oh yes...I certainly am.
I don't suppose...I guess it wouldn't be very wise for you to come out there and join me...?
Natalie: (looking downcast) M.K. and Amber both swore that they would "rip my tits off" if I put myself in that
position...I really want to...But...
Terminus: (kissing his fiancee on the forehead) It's probably for the best, Natalie. JJ would make a point of targeting
you if you were out there...and, besides, I am MORE than capable of taking care of him by myself.
Natalie: (smiling) Indeed you are, my love. *gazes at the clock* It's time, my love...
Terminus: (nodding) It's time...I'll see you when I get back...
Natalie: Yes...yes you will.
(Terminus kisses Natalie on the lips, and then exits the locker room, leaving Natalie alone. The High Priestess peers
down the corridor, and notes that M.K. is in the midst of a conversation on her cell phone.)
Natalie: Actually...you may see me before then, my love...because I am NOT going to be denied the chance to watch the
love of my life in action....
(With that, Natalie hobbles out of the room with the widest of smiles on her face.)
PWA World Heavyweight Championship
JJ Biggs vs. Terminus
Written by: Neil
The PWA fans are on their feet for this main event match all ready. Referee Andy Sheppard is standing by in the ring.
“Voices” by Disturbed begins to play as there’s a big of a mixed reaction for the #1 Contender. JJ Biggs steps out from the
back, wearing a “Jack Travis” t-shirt and looks out towards the crowd with a pumped up expression. As Biggs begins to make
his way down to the ring, Michael Bourne pops out from the back as well, dressed in his usual business attire. Bourne is
yelling out “PWA’s best!” and “PWA’s Featured Attraction” as he follows JJ Biggs down towards the ring. Biggs steps into the
ring and looks to be getting more and more focused as he entrance continues playing.
Franks: JJ Biggs has been waiting for this moment for a long time, Ray. But will the personal pressure of his ailing
fiancé and the death of Jack Travis, his former teacher, cost him this title match?
Quadros: JJ Biggs is as focused as they come, Carl. It is him against the world and I like his chances.
Then the lights dim down slightly as the arena goes silent. There is a flurry of golden pyrotechnics shooting off on the
entrance ramp and then suddenly the lights turn back up as “Becoming the Bull” starts to play. The PWA World
Heavyweight Champion, Terminus is standing alone on the entrance ramp with a sneer present from under his mask, eyes
transfixed on JJ Biggs. With the Championship gold around his waist, Terminus begins walking slowly down towards the
ring, soaking in the atmosphere. He stops at ring side momentarily as more golden pyrotechnics fly into the air while
“Project Catastrophe” marquees across the video-tron. Terminus steps into the ring and holds the Championship above his
head while staring up at the larger JJ Biggs.
Franks: Terminus looks to be in a confident frame of mind, Ray. However, Natalie Snow is not here at ring side like she
usually is.
Quadros: And why should she be after the amazing maneuver she performed last week.
Referee Sheppard takes the belt and raises it above his head for the world to know that it is on the line. He hands it out
to Layne Marshall and then calls for the bell. DING! DING! Terminus and Biggs stands firm as they stare each other down,
no words spoken. They then begin to circle the ring until finally they lock up. Arm and shoulder tie-up works to the
advantage of JJ Biggs with the height and weight on his side. Terminus however maintains some leverage to avoid being
pushed back into a corner. Biggs applies a headlock and wrenches down onto the PWA Champion. Terminus looks for a
push off but Biggs isn’t going to budge. He tries again in the other direction but again Biggs holds on firm. Terminus with
another attempt which is a fake out, allowing him to use Biggs’ counter balance against him and break free with a back
drop. Terminus rolls away as JJ Biggs sits up, holding the back of his head.
Franks: Terminus must find a way to neutralize the obvious height and weight advantage of the challenger.
Quadros: There aren’t many in PWA so far that have been successful in doing that against JJ Biggs.
The two jaw back and forth for a moment before locking up again. Terminus with an Irish whip. Biggs off the ropes and
drops Terminus with a shoulder block. Biggs runs off the ropes again with a spinning elbow drop but Terminus rolls out of
the way. Biggs pops up holding his elbow, leaving himself open for a kick to the midsection. Oh! Rough knee to the face by
Terminus that drops Biggs straight to the canvass. Terminus pulls the stunned Biggs up and whips him into a corner.
Terminus flies in with a rolling elbow to the face…missed! Biggs ducked out of the way and rolls up Terminus!
1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Bourne has his hands up in the air thinking JJ Biggs had the pin fall!
Franks: That was a close one there by JJ Biggs!
Quadros: Doesn’t matter when or how you pin the guy, just as long as you do it.
JJ Biggs looks towards Terminus, inching his fingers together with a cocky grin. Terminus is not that impressed. The
two lock up once again but Terminus whips Biggs with an arm drag. Biggs back up and gets tossed again with another arm
drag. Another arm drag and another! JJ Biggs slides out of the ring and slaps the ring apron with frustration as Michael
Bourne tries to calm him down. Terminus is now pointing out towards Biggs and telling him to get his ass back in the ring.
Franks: Terminus returns with a show of technique and sleep, Ray.
Quadros: I wouldn’t expect anything less from him.
JJ Biggs climbs back into the ring and reaches out with one hand for a grapple. Terminus takes the hand but gets
kicked low. Forearm to the face by JJ Biggs, backing the Champion up. Irish whip by JJ Biggs and Terminus flies towards
the ropes. Off he comes and lands hand on his spine from a back body drop! JJ Biggs collects Terminus once again with a
hammer blow across the back. Biggs with a powerful side winding suplex that throws Terminus across the ring! Biggs shoots
back in and pushes Terminus into a corner. A series of low shoulders folds Terminus up in the corner. Irish whip again by
Biggs, sending Terminus across the ring to another corner. Biggs is following up from behind but the Champion slingshots
himself out of the way! Snap mare by Terminus and then he connects with a drop kick to the back of the head! Terminus
with a cover! 1.…2...KICK OUT!
Terminus applies a hammerlock octopus stretch to keep JJ Biggs grounded. This strategy works up until the point
where Biggs works his way towards a knee to gain some leverage. With his free arm he lands a solid elbow to Terminus’
kidney, forcing the PWA World Heavyweight Champion to release his hold. Terminus doesn’t give up on offense though as
he connects with an echoing knife-edge chop to the rising Biggs! WHOOOO!! Unfazed by the chop, Biggs rakes the eyes of
Terminus! Kick to the midsection by JJ Biggs to the blind Terminus! Biggs hoists Terminus into the air with a vertical suplex
and holds him! Holding…holding…holding…holding until Terminus goes red underneath his mask…BAM! OH! Sit-out
vertical brain buster by JJ Biggs! Hook of the leg! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT!!
Franks: Wow! What a nasty looking move by JJ Biggs! Terminus was planted on his head!
Quadros: Still, the Champion kicked out!
JJ Biggs makes sure to keep the air out of Terminus’ lungs as he begins to choke the Champion. Referee Sheppard
shoots in to break up this illegal maneuver. 1! 2! 3! 4! JJ Biggs steps away as if nothing has happened. Biggs stands by
arguing with Sheppard over the refereeing so far in this match while Terminus crawls away to get some air. He gets near
the ring apron and stares up at the ceiling, sucking on wind for a moment until Michael Bourne pops out of no where and
wraps Biggs’ Jack Travis t-shirt around Terminus’ neck! Now Bourne is choking Terminus with a t-shirt while Biggs
distracts the referee!
Franks: Michael Bourne is injecting himself into this match-up, Ray!
Quadros: I never knew he had it in him!
The crowd has a bit of a mixed reaction over the Bourne choke job. Bourne quickly steps away as Referee Sheppard
turns around. Sheppard starts questioning Bourne over what just happened as Terminus is near the apron sucking wind.
Biggs nonchalantly grabs Terminus by the feet and sling shots him throat first into the bottom rope! Now Terminus is gyrate
all over the canvass as he holds his throat. All the referee can do is scold JJ Biggs over his actions. Biggs with a cover!
1...2...THR…KICK OUT!
Franks: Terminus kicked out but JJ Biggs has begun to take over this match, Ray. We’ll have to see how much of a
pounding Terminus can take.
Quadros: Perfect game plan by JJ Biggs so far. Bully the smaller man around until he can’t get up anymore.
Biggs pulls Terminus up only to plant him into the canvass with a double-arm DDT. He hooks the leg again…
1...2...THRE…KICK OUT!
JJ Biggs starts putting some stomps onto Terminus to smother the man even further. Now Biggs has a stomping choke
on as the referee counts again! 1! 2! 3! 4! Biggs steps off with a cocky smile forming over his face. Biggs pulls Terminus up
and bulls him into a corner with a shoulder to the midsection. Now Biggs with a series of right and left hands, knocking
Terminus down into the corner! Biggs steps back as Terminus is vulnerable in the corner. Biggs runs towards the Champion
with a knee to the face! NO! Terminus ducks out of the way and JJ Biggs rams his left knee into the middle turnbuckle!
Biggs goes down in a heap holding his once surgically repaired knee. Terminus takes this time to finally get the much
needed breather he’s been looking for.
Franks: Terminus has finally been able to break free from JJ Biggs’ offensive onslaught.
Quadros: Biggs has brought the pain so far.
JJ Biggs starts to rise to his feet while still holding his knee. Before he can do anything, Terminus shoots in and knocks
him back down hard with a chop block to the knee! Terminus then grabs the leg and starts laying in some stiff muay thai
kicks to the knee. Terminus then rolls Biggs over into a single leg Boston Crab! Michael Bourne looks on with a concerned
look over his face as he hears JJ Biggs cry out! Referee Sheppard wants to know if Biggs wants to quit! NO! Terminus reels
back even further, trying to hyperextend the left knee of JJ Biggs! Again the referee asks Biggs…NO! Terminus releases
the hold but isn’t finished by a long shot. He sets Biggs leg across a rope and then violently jumps down onto it with all his
weight with a standing double knee drop! Biggs starts rolling around holding his knee even more!
Franks: Terminus has begun to put his plan into play. He is beginning to dismantle JJ Biggs surgically repaired knee.
Quadros: If Biggs can’t stand, his dream of becoming the PWA World Heavyweight Champion will be over. Maybe he
can get his old job back and replace you, Carl?
Franks: Or maybe you, Ray.
Terminus gets that look in his eye as he begins to feel his fortunes changing. He kicks away at Biggs while the #1
Contender tries to get to the ropes. Biggs takes all of the stiff shots but remains focused on using the ropes to get to his feet.
Once there he finds himself back on the canvass yelling in pain because Terminus lifted him up and dropped him with a
knee breaker! Slingshot moonsault by Terminus! Cover! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT! Terminus continues to be relentless as
he steps between Biggs’ legs and puts him into a bridging figure four leg lock! The crowd seems to be growing quite
disgusted by this calculated display as JJ Biggs struggles to get out of this hold! Michael Bourne doesn’t know what to do so
he steps onto the ring apron and try to get Terminus’ attention. Before anything can come of it, Referee Sheppard cuts him
off at the pass.
Franks: This match could be very damaging to JJ Biggs’ career.
Quadros: It’s all or nothing, Carl.
Bourne gets down off of the apron and starts to pound on it, trying to will his friend on. Sheppard wants to know if
Biggs wants to quit…NO! Terminus releases the figure four only to turn Biggs over into a sharp shooter! The referee asks
again if Biggs wants to tap-out…NO! JJ Biggs begins to power himself up onto his hands, trying desperately to get to those
ropes and salvage this match! Terminus reels back more to add pressure to the hold which causes Biggs to fall to the canvass
again. But once again, Biggs powers himself up, using raw upper body strength to get to the ropes! He’s almost
there…almost there… He reaches out! JJ Biggs has the ropes! Referee Sheppard starts counting for Terminus to let go! 1! 2!
3! 4! Terminus releases the sharp shooter but isn’t done yet. Strong Tiger suplex by Terminus! Bridge! 1...2...THREE…KICK
OUT!!
Franks: Big time kick out by JJ Biggs!
Quadros: He had no clue that Tiger suplex was coming.
Terminus reaches down for Biggs’ leg again but the #1 Contender will have none of that! He kicks Terminus square in
the face, dropping him to the canvass. JJ Biggs starts to gets himself up, showing off a noticeable limp. He reaches down and
pulls Terminus up by the mask and whips him towards the ropes. Terminus returns and rolls over the ducking Biggs…kick
to the knee by Terminus! Follow up Requiem Aeternam! Beautiful butterfly neck breaker! Terminus hooks the leg!
1!…2!…KICK OUT!! Terminus is feeling it now as he approaches the turnbuckles. Then all of a sudden there’s a boo coming
from the direction of the entrance ramp. Terminus looks over and sees Natalie Snow making her way down to the ring with
her crutches!
Franks: Natalie Snow is coming down to the ring!
Quadros: What are you doing, Natalie? You should be backstage where you’re safe!
Terminus wants to know the same thing as he’s conversing back and forth with her from the ring. She says it’s okay,
she’ll be all right. Terminus nods and allows her to be at ring side as he continues to defend the PWA World Heavyweight
Championship. While Terminus was talking with Miss Snow, JJ Biggs works his way back to his feet. Terminus turns
around and gets caught with a massive tilt-a-whirl slam! Biggs with a cover! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT! Natalie Snow is all
ready yelling out at Biggs, trying to throw him off his game.
Quadros: Isn’t she great?
JJ Biggs has regained control in this Championship match. He whips Terminus hard into a corner and follows up with a
forearm to the face. He lifts the stunned Terminus up onto the top turnbuckle as he climbs to the second. Terminus, sensing
he’s in a fair amount of trouble starts to defensively hammer away at Biggs’ head. OH! Nasty head butt nearly knocks
Terminus off of the top turnbuckle! Biggs grabs Terminus by the head and is looking for a super plex…no wait…OH! JJ
Biggs just powered Terminus up by his head and planted him face first down onto the unforgiving floor below with a splat!
Terminus pops up holding his face while Natalie Snow starts to walk her way over with a concerned look. JJ Biggs jumps off
the top turnbuckle and connects with a flying clothesline to the outside!
Franks: A man the size of JJ Biggs should never fly in the air like that, Ray!
Quadros: This is what it’s all about, Carl. Sacrifice yourself to get that Championship gold.
Biggs is up and limping around still. Natalie Snow gets in his face and starts berating him despite the fact that she’s on a
pair of crutches. Biggs pulls Terminus up by the mask and leads him over towards the barrier, making sure to “accidentally”
bump into Natalie Snow and knock her on her ass! Biggs attempts to smash Terminus’ head over the barrier but the
Champion blocks it and reverses the idea. Biggs’ head bounces off the barrier and he slumps to the floor. Terminus notices
Natalie Snow is down out of the corner of his eye. He rushes over to help her up and gets back onto her crutches. He then
flies at JJ Biggs with an accurate knee to the face! Michael Bourne tries to attack Terminus from behind but the Champion
catches him in the act. Bourne puts his hands up and backs off in fear of his life.
Franks: The tempo is starting to pick up here outside of the ring.
Quadros: Well they better get back inside before Natalie Snow takes another unfortunate tumble.
Terminus rolls the stunned JJ Biggs into the ring and comes in himself with a slingshot flipping leg drop onto Biggs’
face! Terminus with a cover! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT! Terminus with a snap 180 suplex that sets Biggs up in the middle of
the ring. Terminus yanks Biggs up and plants him with an STO for good measure! No cover! Rather, Terminus heads
towards the top turnbuckle where he is poised to end this thing. Terminus sizes JJ Biggs up and takes off with his finishing
phoenix splash that he calls the TERMINAL VELOCITY! OH!! JJ Biggs couldn’t move out of the way because of his knee so
he pushed Referee Sheppard into the ropes causing Terminus to lose his balance!
Franks: Cheap move by JJ Biggs saves him from the Terminal Velocity!
Quadros: What ring awareness by Biggs! That caught Terminus off guard!
Franks: As well as Referee Sheppard.
Terminus finds himself seated on the top turnbuckle in a compromising position. This gives JJ Biggs the time he needs
to get to his feet. He walks over to Terminus and clubs him with a knock out punch! Biggs climbs to the second turnbuckle
and cinches Terminus…OH! BIGGS IMPLANT from the top turnbuckle! Terminus was SPIKED head first into the mat! JJ
Biggs hooks the leg to WIN the PWA World Heavyweight Championship!
Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE!…FOUR! FIVE!
Damn it! Referee Sheppard is on his knees looking the other way as he’s trying to regain his wind as JJ Biggs pushed
him! JJ Biggs is furious over this and wants Michael Bourne to get that referee to do his job. Bourne is closer to the referee
and starts yelling at the man while JJ Biggs leans against the ropes over Terminus’ body.
CRACK!!
Franks: Jesus!
Quadros: Did you see that shatter?
The crowd boos like crazy after Natalie Snow just took one of her crutches and shattered it over JJ Biggs left knee from
the outside of the ring! JJ Biggs goes down in a heap and holding his leg like it’s broken! Splinters from the broken crutch
are scattered throughout the ring! Referee Sheppard turns around finally and finds both men on the mat! ONE! TWO!
THREE! FOUR! FIVE! Terminus, dazed and confused begins to get to his feet and slumps back into the corner. SIX! SEVEN!
EIGHT! JJ Biggs begins using the ropes to get to his feet after the vicious crutch shot to the knee. NINE! Terminus shoots
out of the corner as Biggs gets to his feet. Right hand by Terminus! Left hand by Biggs! Righty by Terminus! Lefty by Biggs!
Right! Left! Left! Left! Another left shot by JJ Biggs as he rocks Terminus back! Oh! Terminus returns with a stiff kick to
the slumping knee of Biggs! Standing drop kick to the face by Terminus!
Franks: Looks like Natalie Snow by Terminus’ side is going to pay off.
Quadros: Biggs has Michael Bourne there. Too bad Natalie Snow has bigger balls than Bourne!
Terminus pounces on JJ Biggs and applies a bridging straight jacket sleeper…WAVE OF MUTILATION!! JJ Biggs
begins to fight his way as best he can towards the ropes! He reaches out but they’re too far! Biggs tries to power himself up
and out…no go! Terminus reels back to apply more pressure onto the sleeper hold! JJ Biggs’ face is beginning to turn red
due to a lack of circulation! He tries to power out of the sleeper one more time but Terminus has this locked on tight!
Michael Bourne is pounding on the ring apron again, trying to will on his friend! Natalie Snow is yelling out for Biggs to TAP
OUT! JJ Biggs is not going to tap out! The referee asks if Biggs wants to give! NO! Terminus squeezes even harder, causing
the veins to begin popping out of his arm! TAP! NO! JJ Biggs’ goes limp! Referee Sheppard raises the arm…it drops! He
raises Biggs’ arm again…it drops! One last time, Referee Sheppard raises JJ Biggs’ arm up!…IT DROPS!!! Sheppard calls for
the bell!
DING! DING! DING!
Franks: Terminus did it! He retains the PWA World Heavyweight Championship with the Wave of Mutilation.
Quadros: Terminus can beat anybody from any position, Carl. He proved that tonight against the much larger JJ Biggs.
“Becoming the Bull” kicks up as Natalie Snow gets into the ring as best she can with one crutch. She quickly grabs
Terminus and plants a joyful kiss on her Savior’s lips as he continues looking down at JJ Biggs. Medical staff makes their
way down to the ring and begin rubbing Biggs’ neck to get the blood circulating again and revive him. Referee Sheppard
hands the PWA World Heavyweight Championship back to Terminus as a chorus of boos rains down on the Champion.
Terminus could care less as he grabs the title and hugs his fiancé in victory.
Quadros: The greatest couple in pro wrestling, people.
Franks: Unfortunately so. Without Natalie Snow’s crutch shot, who knows how this match would have ended.
Quadros: All due respect to JJ Biggs but this match would have ended the same way!
Franks: Whatever the case may be, Terminus retains and JJ Biggs is not going to be happy when he realizes what just
happened. Ladies and gentlemen, we thank you for watching Vow tonight. We hope you will join us next Sunday for
Violation! We’ll see you there!
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