PWA Violation 6
Saturday, October 6th, 2007
Charlotte, North Carolina at the Charlotte Coliseum
Gearing Up For A Fun Night
The Butcher is seen pacing back and forth with an intrigued smirk over his face while Jostrodomus is busy lacing up his boots here in the PWA World Heavyweight Champion’s locker room. Tonight, The Butcher is sent on making last week’s transgressions a thing of the past.
First by smashing in Ace Wylde’s face and then making sure Shaun Andrews limps his way out of the arena after trying to brawl with the Extreme Legend last week. The Butcher clenches a fist and smacks it into the palm of his hand as he looks down at Jostrodomus.
The Butcher: Joz, straight up talk tonight. You and me right here to figure out this thing. Kaito and Terminus rolled over us two weeks ago. Then last week I watched you face Colt and then had to witness a former friend of ours, Ace Wylde, try to end that rookie’s career. You knew I was high on Colt, Joz, you knew I was helping that kid out. Heck, I even showed him some tricks just before he faced you, which I am sure you’re thrilled I did. But what I can’t get a grasp of is why that match ended that way with Ace Wylde. I want to know right here, right now Joz, may your career end tonight if you lie to me…did you have anything to do with that cowardly act Ace Wylde pulled last week on Colt?
Joz stops from lacing his boots instantly as he stands to his feet and gets chest to chest with The Butcher. They look each other in the eye as Joz begins to speak.
Jostrodomus: What the fuck are you thinking Butch? I know you've been helping Colt find his place, because he reminds you of yourself. He's what you were, neither of you started out on the winning side of things in this business. You offered your help and I'll be god damn if I'm going to flat out allow Ace Wylde to get sloppy seconds on a man I'd already beaten.
The Butcher looks at Jostrodomus with that sneer like he's ready to pop the Champion a good one across the mouth.
The Butcher: I hope not, Joz. I hope not. It’s just, I don’t know who to trust right now around here. Not since Ace Wylde decided to put Colt on the shelf like that. I trusted that son of a bitch. I had Ace Wylde sit at my dinner table and eat a meal my wife made for us. I shared stories of the road with that man, figured he was one of us…the Grumpy Old Men. But no, I was either wrong or he changed. That doesn’t matter to me though. I don’t care. What he did is what he did. I just want to make sure you had nothing to do with it.
Joz looks at The Butcher as you can feel the tension between the two friends rising.
Jostrodomus: Butch, if I wanted Colt on the shelf don't you think I'd have done it myself? If I wanted him out of action I would have beaten him into a bloody pulp as I've done so many before. I have no beef with Colt, he's a guy who's trying to make it in this business and I have respect for that. As for Mr. Wylde, I told you time and time again back in the day he was nothing but a worthless fuck, ridin' our coat tails through TNW. I told you Butch, but you kept tellin' me...Give him a chance man...I think he's an all right guy.
Joz pauses before speaking again.
Jostrodomus: You saw your all right guy last week Butch. Ace Wylde's been on the road trips of this business, but Ace Wylde doesn't have a clue what it takes to become a man such as us.
The Butcher: Then show him tonight what it takes to be the man, Joz. Maybe I was blind when it came to Ace Wylde. Maybe he wasn’t worth a damn and you were right. But I want to know, Joz, I want to know what you’re going to do to this punk who rode our coattails. I want you to show me in that ring tonight that he never was worth our time.
Joz smiles like only he can do as he pats The Butcher on the shoulder.
Jostrodomus: Butch...First and foremost Ace Wylde fucked up by beating a man I'd already beaten...Secondly ACE WYLDE FUCKED UP...When he opened his mouth and I quote "Prepare for The Dark Adonis, because there ain't a damn thing you can do to stop it...Trust me." You see Butch Ace has bitten off far more than he would ever be capable of chewing. As for his stories of being around the industry. He's been around the industry, working for shitty ass feds, possibly being the star there...But this ain't some rinky dink federation...This is where the big boys come out to play and tonight Ace Wylde finds out where his place on the food chain is.
The Butcher grins as he hears Jostrodomus’ words. The one voice that used to irk the Hell out of him years ago is now a voice of reason. Jostrodomus is right, Ace Wylde did fuck up and he will regret it tonight and for as long as The Butcher deems it fit. Ace Wylde will pay.
The Butcher: Hey, that sounds about right to me. You get Ace tonight, I’ll get Shaun Andrews. Not exactly what either of us is looking for but we’ll deal, right? Ace Wylde does stupid things, Shaun Andrews says stupid things. Andrews should have kept that trap of his shut for one moment and just allowed me to walk away. But no, he wanted a fight and I am proud to step up and show him a fist or two. Tonight Shaun Andrews gets his glimpse of what it takes to be the man and if he even hopes about beating you at Ignition for that title, I hope like hell he’s taking notes in our match because I’ll be teaching him free of charge.
Joz smiles at The Butcher as he nods before speaking.
Jostrodomus: If Andrews wants another free clinic he can make a phone call and tell that slut Angel of his to tape the match tonight and watch me dismantle Ace Wylde in much the same fashion I'll be doing to him in two weeks. Andrews like to talk Butch...I listened to him talk weeks ago...and who's got the title around their waist? Sure as hell ain't that joker.
The Butcher chuckles at Jostrodomus' words.
The Butcher: Yeah, look at that nice title belt. Wouldn't want to ruin it by letting that piece of trash walk around with it. But hey, after tonight Shaun Andrews might not even make it to Ignition. Wouldn't that be something?
Joz smiles a bit as he looks at The Butcher.
Jostrodomus: Then who the hell am I suppose to knock the dog piss out of?
The Butcher: I don't know. I'm sure Bourne could find a happy substitute. Regardless, have fun out there, Joz. I know I will.
Jostrodomus: I'm sure he could...Might even throw your old sluggish ass into the match. As for fun tonight. Time to shut up another ignorant fool for both of us ole' man. It shall be quite enjoyable...
Butch nods at Joz as he turns and walks out of The Champ's locker room.
CREDIT: Jostrodomus and The Butcher
Chino v. Thanatos
Marshall: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from places unknown and weighing in at two hundred and eighty-seven pounds. He is Chino!
"Only when the drugs are done, I feel like dying, I feel like dying" As the words echo over the PA system Chino begins to slowly walk out, Beer in one hand, a bottle of pain killers in the other, he pops a couple and chugs his beer. He walks down the ramp towards the ring as he continues to drink his beer, Chino reaches the edge of the ring and tosses his beer, he slides in under the ropes and collapses into the corner, he puts his bottle of pills in the corner and begins to scratch himself as he waits for the match to begin
Marshall: Introducing his opponent, hailing from places unknown and weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds. He is Thanatos!
The lights go out in the arena and the flames come to life on the ring post as the ring side fills with smoke. The flames grow higher as the red light slowly lights the arena as Thanatos is lower form the darkness suspended by hooks in his back. As he reaches the ring, Ragnar and Bjorn emerge from the smoky ring side area and take the hooks from his back before sliding back out to his corner. Thanatos then lets out a primal scream and starts to pace the ring.
The bell rings. The two competitors in this match take steps towards the center of the ring. They are right up in each other's grills, and it's evident from this shot the weight and height advantage Chino has on his opponent. Chino kicks this match off with a shove that sends Thanatos a few steps back. Chino charges forward but Thanatos grabs him and he shows some brute force as he slams Chino down onto the mat with a Spinebuster. Thanatos then proceeds to mount Chino and he goes off on the bigger man with a series of rights and lefts. Chino is trying his best to block them, but the force of the blows is going right through his block. The referee is trying to pry Thanatos off of Chino, and he eventually does. Thanatos has a sick smile on his face as he looks at the fallen body of Chino. Thanatos moves towards Chino's legs and he quickly locks in the Figure-Four Leglock submission hold.
Biggs: Thanatos has the Figure-Four Leglock submission hold locked in! I know Chino, he's tough, but I don't think he'll be able to withstand the pain of this move for long.
Richardson: You know, Chino has been nothing but a disappointment to me. He got showed-up last week, and this week it's been much of the same.
Biggs: It's still early!
Richardson: I'm impatient.
The expression on Chino's face says it all as he looks around frantically for the closest set of ropes. Any of them in reach? Of course not. He slaps the mat a couple of times trying to get himself pumped up as Thanatos keeps the hold locked in. Chino, as if a light bulb lit up in his head, slowly, but surely starts to turn over onto his mid-section. Thanatos realizes what he's trying to do and he tries his best to fight it off, but to no avail as Chino manages to turn the move over. Thanatos is now the one feeling the pain as he searches for the ropes. Luckily for him, he was close to them and he manages to grab onto the bottom rope. The referee tells Chino to break the hold, but he doesn't. The referee counts to four before Chino finally release the hold.
Biggs: See? I knew Chino would find a way out of that move.
Richardson: Whatever.
Chino gets to his feet and Thanatos does, as well. Thanatos charges in Chino's direction looking for a Clothesline, but Chino ducks under it. As soon as Thanatos turns around, he gets hit with a Big Boot. Thanatos grabs onto the ropes and he uses them to get back up almost immediately. Chino doesn't like that one bit as he walks up to Thanatos and he simply kicks him in the mid-section. Then, he places Thanatos' head under his arm and he lifts him up vertically in the air. He holds him up there for a bit, causing all of the blood to rush to Thanatos' head. Then, he just drops down to the mat executing a Brainbuster. Chino hooks the leg as the referee counts: 1..................2.......KICK OUT!
Biggs: Nearfall!
Richardson: Nearfall!
Biggs: That's what I said.
Richardson: That's what I said.
Biggs: ...
Chino gets to his feet and he allows Thanatos to get up under his own power. As soon as he does, Chino charges forward looking for another Big Boot, but Thanatos ducks under it this time. Thanatos turns around only to eat Chino's boot once again, this time in the form of a Superkick! Chino again with the pin as the referee counts: 1............2........KICK OUT! Chino gets to his feet and he proceeds to the corner. He exits the ring onto the apron and he slowly makes his way to the top rope.
Richardson: What the hell is he doing? Big people are supposed to stay grounded! Tell 'em, JJ.
Biggs: He knows what he is doing.
Chino stands upright and he jumps off looking for a Frogsplash, but Thanatos rolls out of the way at the last moment.
Richardson: Yeah, he knew what he was doing.
Chino pops back up to his feet and he stumbles around the ring holding onto his mid-section. Chino is stumbling around the ring in obvious pain as Thanatos slowly gets to his feet. Thanatos sees the opening, and he takes it..Sneaking up behind Chino he grabs his arms, crosses them up, and then he falls backwards causing Chino to fall onto his knees.
Richardson: Ouch.
Biggs: He calls this the "Right of Passage." Chino is in serious trouble!
Chino refuses to submit, but this has to be one of the most painful submission holds he has ever felt. He can only take so much of it. He tries to fight it, but he can't. The referee rings for the bell, but Thanatos doesn't release the hold. The referee tries to stop the hold, but Thanatos keeps it locked in. Eventually, Thanatos releases the hold and he gets to his feet.
Biggs: Well, he shouldn't have held onto that hold after the bell like he did. But in any case, he is the victor of this match..
Marshall: The winner of this match via submission...Thanatos!
CREDIT: Michael Bourne
Chris Wilkins v. Aiden Miles
Marshall: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. If Chris Wilkins is able to defeat Aiden Miles, he will earn himself a wrestling contract with the Premiere Wrestling Alliance. Introducing first, hailing from Miami, Florida and weighing in at two hundred and six pounds. He is "The Standard" Aiden Miles!
"Nonpoints In The Air Tonight" plays through the speaker system, as smoke fills around the entrance ramp, hovering a few centimeters above the ground. A platform slowly rises from under the ramp, as Aiden Miles stands with his arms outstretched, with his head hung, almost like a rock star pose. As the ramp connects with the platform, Aiden Miles slowly walks down the ramp. A black army style shirt, arms cut off, unbuttoned flaps a little in the wind from the smoke machines, as Miles reaches the ring, rolling under the bottom rope.
Marshall: Introducing his opponent, hailing from Ogden, Utah and weighing in at one hundred and seventy-five pounds. He is the former owner of the Premiere Wrestling Alliance...he is Chris Wilkins!
"Bleed it Out by Linkin Park begins to play in the arena. After the third hey, a blast of fireworks come out from the entrance ramp and smoke starts to fill the arena. It begins to clear and standing on the stage are Chris Wilkins and Jessi Colter, holding hands. They walk down to the ring to the cheers of the fans. After reaching ringside, Jessi gives Chris a quick kiss on the cheek before making her way to the side of the ring. Chris slides into the ring, jumps up onto a turnbuckle, and raises his arms. Chris jumps down off the turnbuckle, takes off his Chris Wilkins T-shirt, and gets ready for his match.
The bell rings. Chris Wilkins and Aiden Miles both begin to walk around the ring in opposite directions. Miles just recently returned to the ring, and this is Wilkins' first match in quite sometime, so both of these men are still trying to get comfortable in the squared-circle. Chris Wilkins, ready to get the action started, charges in Miles' direction and he goes for a Clothesline, which Miles simply ducks under to avoid. Wilkins stops in his tracks, and he turns around so that he's facing Miles. "The Standard" lifts his leg for a kick to the mid-section, but Wilkins catches Miles' leg. Miles, using his God-given agility, lifts his other leg and nails Wilkins in the side of the head with an Enziguri. Miles is quick to get back to his feet, and Wikins is, as well. However, Wilkins stumbles his way over to the corner and he stays there holding onto the side of his face. Miles backs up across the ring and he charges forward with a Clothesline on Wilkins in the corner. Miles lifts Wilkins up and he places him in a Tree of Woe.
Biggs: Whatever Miles has in mind cannot be good for Wilkins.
Richardson: I think Bourne made a good choice choosing Miles to face Wilkins. I don't see Wilkins getting a contract!
Miles quickly runs to the opposite side of the ring. He then proceeds to run forward and he jumps up connecting directly with Wilkins' face with a Hesitation Dropkick. After this move, the referee free Wilkins from the Tree of Woe position and he tumbles to the mat. Miles pulls on Wilkins' arms and he sets him up in the ring for a high-risk move. Miles then proceeds to exit through the middle rope onto the ring apron. He climbs to the top rope, looks down at the fallen body of Wilkins, before jumping off with a huge Frogsplash. Miles goes for the pinfall as the referee counts: 1..............2......KICK OUT! Miles is to his feet in a blink of an eye and he moves to the side of Chris Wilkins. He hits a Standing Moonsault and he once again goes for the pinfall as the referee counts: 1.............2.........KICK OUT!
Biggs: Two consecutive nearfalls by "The Standard" Aiden Miles.
Miles is up to his feet once again. This time, he grabs a handful of Wilkins' hair and he pulls him up to a vertical base. Miles throws Wilkins across the ring into the ropes. Wilkins bounces back and Miles looks for a Superkick, but Wilkins ducks unders it and he continues running; bouncing off the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Miles turns around just in time for Wilkins arrival; and Wilkins shows his agility as he somehow uses Miles as if he was a ladder, latches his legs around Miles' neck, and he swings him over with a Hurricanrana. Wilkins slowly gets to his feet and Miles gets to his knees, but then he stops. He's taking a breather, but Wilkins isn't feeling that game plan. Wilkins charges in Miles' direction and he nails him with a Shining Wizard. Wilkins takes this opportunity to go for a pinfall as the referee counts: 1.................2...KICK OUT!
Biggs: Wilkins has bounced back in this match. I guess he just needed a few minutes to get his feet wet before getting back in the groove.
Richardson: Why is Miles letting Wilkins get this offense in? Miles should be running circles around Wilkins!
Wilkins gets back to his feet and he pulls Miles up to his, as well. Wilkins Irish Whips Miles across the ring into the far corner. Miles lands in the corner with a thud. Wilkins charges forward and he drives his shoulder into the mid-section of Aiden Miles. Miles bends forward and he stumbles out of the corner. Wilkins takes off for the ropes and he comes back with a Bulldog. Miles hits face first on the mat and he turns over onto his back. Wilkins, feeling the adrenaline now, quickly exits the ring through the middle rope and he makes his way to the top. The crowd is cheering him on as he jumps off the top and he hits a beautiful 450 Splash! Wilkins hooks the far leg as the referee counts: 1...............2........KICK OUT!
Biggs: What a 450 Splash that was!
Wilkins gets to his feet and he once again pulls Miles up to his. He nails Miles with a right hand, followed by another and then another. Then, he proceeds to Irish Whips Miles across the ring into the ropes. Miles comes back and Wilkins nails him with a nice Roundhouse Kick. He goes for the pinfall once again as the referee counts: 1..............2...........KICK OUT!
Richardson: BOOM!
Biggs: Bang?
Richardson: No, boom.
Biggs: Okay.
Wilkins shakes his head as he gets back to his feet. After stomping on the exposed chest of Miles a few times, he proceeds to pull him upright again. He knees Miles in the mid-section, which causes him to bend forward. He then sets him up for the Last Shot, which is a Flipping Piledriver (Canadian Destroyer). He hits the move! It's done, it's over, it's finished, it's complete...Wilkins hooks the leg as the referee counts: 1...................2....................3!
Biggs: Wilkins has done it! He's earned a contract with the PWA!
Richardson: Bourne cannot be too happy about this..
Marshall: The winner of this match and the newest employee of the Premiere Wrestling Alliance...Chris Wilkins!
CREDIT: Michael Bourne
It Just Comes Natural
JJ Biggs: Earlier tonight, Chris Wilkins defeated Aiden Miles to earn his PWA contract. Standing backstage now, with the newest PWA Superstar is Miranda Buck.
We change views to see Chris Wilkins sitting in his locker room. With a bottle of Gatorade to his side and a towel draped over his shoulders, it's obvious that he just fought a hard match. As he bends over to begin untying his boots, PWA interviewer Miranda Buck walks up to him.
Miranda: Chris, can I get a word?
Chris looks up to see Miranda standing over him.
Chris: Sure, Miranda, what can I do for you?
Miranda: How do you feel being the newest PWA Superstar?
Chris: How do I feel? How am I supposed to feel? It's my damn fed, I shouldn't have had to fight for my contract.
Miranda: I don't think Michael Bourne would agree with that. Any thought to the future, which Bourne has said he'll make hell for you?
Chris: Yeah, sure, I guess I've thought about it some. If Bourne wants to make my life a living hell, he can go right ahead.
Miranda: Really?
Chris: Why not? I highly doubt that he can do it. What's he gonna do? Make me fight two men at once? Never give me a title shot? Whatever. Eventually, I'll get too good for him, and he'll realize that I'm just too damn good for him to not have me on the roster.
Miranda: So, do you have any goals in mind? Anybody on the roster that you want to face?
Chris: Is it really up to me? Hell, if I had my way, I'd challenge Jostrodomus for the World title, and win it. But, it's not up to me. It's up to Bourne. Whatever he throws my way, I'll do my best to overcome it, and show him that not giving me a contract was a bad idea.
Miranda: How did it feel to get back in the ring? Any ring rust?
Chris: You always have ring rust after being away for as many months as I was. It felt good to get out there. Aiden Miles is one hell of a wrestler and to beat him is really something to be proud of. As you can tell, I'm a little more tired than I should be, but after a few more matches, I should be OK.
Miranda: Anything else?
Chris: Sure. For all those that remember, I'm Chris Wilkins and I will break you. For those that don't know, I'm Chris Wilkins and it just comes natural.
CREDIT: Chris Wilkins
Jason Sandman v. Darin Matthews
Layne Marshall: “This next contest is scheduled for one fall, and will determine the final participant in the match to crown the first PWA Atlantic Champion!
[BOOM! Sparks fly as “Hit the Floor” by Bullet For my Valentine hits the arena PA System, playing as loud as possible.]
“I see you walking home alone, your face is alive and bright But you can't see how weak you really are 'cause I could end it tonight It's the feeling you get when you think that someone behind is watching you Well I can tell you now, that someone is me and I'm about to make it right”
[Darin Matthews forcefully pushes the curtains back and walks out proudly wearing a PWA T-Shirt. The crowd pops and Matthews stops in the middle of stage and grins, pointing up towards the ceiling.]
“Why do you take it all? Why do I beg for more? I never thought this is how I'd hit the floor Why do you take it all? Why do I beg for more? I never thought this is how I'd HIT, THE, FLOOR!”
[Matthews continues to walk down the entrance ramp, looking amped for action. As he walks down the aisle he slaps hands with a few fans and then picks up his speed and runs towards the ring.]
“I creep up from behind, touch your neck, move down your spine Take a look and breathe so sharp Just a matter of time Don't scream I ask of you, but then you let one out and now it's time to go I come down on you like a ton of brick All over so it's time to go”
[Matthews runs and slides under the ring ropes, proceeding to pump the floor a couple of times before standing up and moving towards the turnbuckles. He eyes the ring for a minute, before pointing to himself, and trying to smile almost as if he’s the star of the show.]
“Whoa-oah! Whoa-oah! Whoa-oah!”
[Matthews hands the belt over to the referee and crosses his arms in an X, almost signaling a revolution. He then drops his hands, takes off his shirt, throws it into the crowd and gives a cutthroat symbol as he waits for the match to start.]
Layne: “Coming down the aisle first…. From Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 220 pounds…… “Mr. Amazing” Darin Matthews!”
JJ Biggs: Well, Darin Matthews looked pretty impressive in his first two matches, but may have sustained an injury during last week's title match. Still, this is an important match for him, so you know he'll be giving it his all! Isn't that right, Ryan?
Ryan: Zzzz...Huh? What? The show's over, right?
JJ: *sighs in expasperation*
Ryan: Well, you know, Darin's entrance is so long that it seems to take up the entire show.
(Deal With It Bitch Productions Presents come on the Teletron. Surfacing comes on speakers and when the opening words are heard the words “The Crippler” Jason Sandman shows up on the teletron. Jason Sandman comes out of the entranceway and as he raises his singapore cane and a steel chair wrapped in barbwire in the air. Pyro shoots off. Jason Sandman runs down to the ring, slides under the ropes, and immediately charges over and clubs his opponent with a brutal running forearm to the head!)
JJ: Wow! Jason Sandman's wasting no time making his presence felt in this match!
Ryan: Yeah, he's had the worst luck of any competitor in the PWA, and I think he's getting a bit sick of being on the losing side of the ledger! This is his best opportunity to change that luck, and you know he's going to do everything to take advatange of this chance!
(Matthews reels into the corner, and Sandman follows him in with charging lariat. Sandman then takes a step back, and nails another corner lariat....and then a third....and a fourth...and a fifth. Matthews slumps onto the seat of his pants, and Jason breaks out into a wide grin as he begins to facewash his opponent with the sole of his boot. one he's satisfied that he's done enough damage, Sandman makes his way to the other corner, then charges forward and SQUAHES Darin with a rolling corner senton that elicits a loud OOOOOH! from the crowd! Sandman then scoops the stricken Matthews off the mat, and plants him with a hard body slam, before climbing over Darin, and onto the top rope. With a sick smile, Jason then flings himself backward, into a moonsault that connects squarely against his rival's chest. Jason smirks as he applies the cover: 1...2....Kick out!)
JJ: Did I just see Jason Sandman perform a Moonsault!?
Ryan: Yeah...yeah you did. It seems that Terminus and Kaito have been teaching Sandman a thing or two, and that's only going to make Jason a much more dangerous competitor!
(Sandman doesn't seem particularly fazed that his opponent kicked out. Hauling Darin to his feet by the hair, Sandman then leaps up, and absolutely crushes him with a standing drop kick to the chin! Darin goes down in a heap, and Sandman falls on top of him for the cover: 1...2...Shoulder Up! Shrugging, Sandman hoists Matthews to his feet by the arm, and pulls him into a hard kick to the gut. Jason then sinks in a front facelock, and then lifts him upside down. Sandman then walks to the center of the ring, before dropping him down hard onto his back with the vertical suplex. Rolling over, Sandman is all smiles as he applies the cover: 1....2....THR-NO! Matthews kicks out again! Sandman finally begins to display some frustration as he assumes the mount, and rains down a series of rights and lefts upon his rival. The official finally manages to drag him off; Sandman simply pushes the ref aside, and looks to inflict more damage- however, this little break has given Matthews the opportunity to regain his bearings somewhat, and as Sandman pulls him off the mat, he quickly takes him over with a suprise inside cradle: 1...2...an infuriated Sandman kicks out, and then charges at his opponent with a wild right hand. Darin ducks the attack, and then takes him to the mat with a backslide: 1....2...Sandman escapes out the back door, and charges once again, only to be taken down with a drop toehold. Matthews immediately floats over, grabs Jason's arm, and then twists him into a majistral cradle: 1....2....Sandman kicks out again. Embolded: Matthews leaps into the air, hoping to take Sandman down with a rana; Jason, though, is able to block this attempt, and then counters with a brutal release powerbomb that fols Matthews in half! )
Ryan: Nice try kiddo, but I think your time's just about up.
JJ: Yeah...Sandman just signaled for the Deathdrop, and if it connects, then this match is over!
(Indeed, Jason does appear to be going for his vaunted burning hammer as he lifts Matthews into torture rack position; however, Darin still has some fight left in him, and manages to slide out of the hold, landing behind his opponent. Before Sandman can react, Matthew sinks in a full nelson, and then drops forward into a facebuster; keeping the hold locked in, he then flips forward into the Genesis Lock- which earns a big pop from the crowd. Unfortunately for Darin, Sandman is too close to the ropes, and Jason is able to drag himself forward, and grab onto the bottom cable before too much damage is done. Sensing the momentum has swung his way, Matthews is quick the press the issue; he nails Sandman with a hard uppercut as the latter rises to his feet, and follows with a series of alternating shoot kicks before capping off the strike sequence with a beautiful jump spinning round kick. Sandman collapses to the mat, and Darin quickly applies a cover: 1...2...Kickout. Undaunted, Darin quickly pulls Sandman to his feet, doubles him over with another shoot kick, and immediately drops into a Snap DDT. Sensing that he needs to do something dramatic to keep Jason down, Darin makes his way up to the top rope; showing incredible recupertive powers, Jason somehow scrambles to his feet, charges forward, and pulls down the top rope, causing Darin to crotch himself on the top cable. Not wasting a second, Sandman immediately climbs up to the second rope, and hoists his opponent into a fireman's carry. He then leaps off, and proceeds to spin his opponent around, before sitting out with an elevated Sit-Out Facebuster!)
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!!
(With a cruel grin, Sandman hauls Matthews to his feet, and then whips him into the ropes, hoping to decapitate him with a lariat. Matthews is able to duck this attack, and then springs off the other set of ropes into a cross-bodyblock. However, Sandman is able to catch him in mid-air; in one fluid motion, he swings Matthews onto his back, before dropping down into a SICK Air Raid Crash Piledriver! Matthews lands head-first, and lies twitching on the mat. The official cringes, and then turns to the timekeeper.)
Sandman: The Fuck are you doing!?
Ref: He's out cold man! He can't continue!
Sandman: He ain't out yet...
(With a truly evil smile, Sandman then hauls Matthews to his feet, and then DESTOYS him with a wind-up lariat that causes Darin to turn a full revolution in mid-air before landing, once again, on his head!)
Sandman: NOW he's out!
JJ: DEAR GOD!
Ryan: Wow...just wow!
(The ref's mouth drops open, he stands there stunned for a second as Sandman crawls out of the ring, and searches for his trusty chair. Finally, he turns to the timekeeper, and frantically signals for the bell.)
Layne Marshall: Here is you winner...by referee stoppage...JASON SANDMAN!
(As the official slides tends to Matthews, Sandman slides back into the ring, and sets up the chair...he then shoves the ref aside, and, before anyone else can react, lifts the unconcious form of Matthews up, and then lifts him into a monstous Chokebuster that sends Matthews crashing face first THROUGH the chair!!!!)
JJ: THAT'S ONE OF THE SICKEST THINGS I'VE EVER SEEN!!!!
Ryan: Sandman's just made a statement, and that statement is "Watch the hell out!"
(Satisfied that he's done enough damage, Sandman rolls out of the ring, and smiles sickly as the crowd showers him with boos.)
CREDIT: Terminus
Pain 101
(Jason Sandman is shown roaming the halls of the Charlotte Collesium, his wild-eyed stare indicating that he'd like nothing more than to add to the carnage that he's caused this evening. As he turns a corner, he happens upon the figures of Bjorn and Ragnar, better known as the Blood Eagles, who are in the process of carrying some gear to their van following the impressive performance of their mentor.)
The Crippler: I guess even the dumbest animals can be taught a new trick.
Bjron: Yet some stick to the same old thing.
(Sandman looks at Bjorn and Ragnar and smiles.)
The Crippler: Yeah I have found something that works. I didnt hide the urges that flow inside me. I rememeber what you two were in TNW. Monsters no more. Someone's bitch is all you are now.
Ragnar: Loyalty to ones family is not a sign of submission. If you wish to be enlightened in this, we have no problem domesticating you.
The Crippler: Of course you would make that challenge when the odds are in your favor, but i have never been one to count the odds. Let's see if you have anything left in you. That is if Thanatos hasn't taken your balls yet.
Bjorn: Big shock, we never expected you to count and as for the odds one of us is more than you could ever handle. So if you want I'll shakle my hand and Rangar could shakle his feet and we still wipe the floor with you.
The Crippler: Children Children Children. You shouldn't speak to those who came before you like that. It's just not respectful. Now come on mother fuckers. Let's see if a tamed animal can remember any of his primal urges.
(Bjorn starts to lung at Sandman when Thanatos speaks.)
Thanatos: There is nothing to gain for this bickering. No alpha male with emerge from this. Nether of you will gain anything for violence for the sake of violence.
(Sandman looks at Thanatos.)
The Crippler: The owner speaks. The animal stops. Such loyalty. Atl east now I can take out the master and not just his slaves. What you say Thanatos? Want to bleed today?
Thanatos: (sighing in exasperation) I am in no mood to play teacher to someone that will not be enlightened.
(Sandman smiles a sick smile.)
The Crippler: I have always been a slow learner, but I am always looking for a teacher who might be able to get through to me. So I will ask again. Do you want to bleed mother fucker?
Thanatos: ( seemingly growing impatient) The true question is, do you? But not for the sake of senseless violence, but for the purpose of a higher enlightenment. I see nothing to gain form shedding the blood of those who to feeble to understand the true purpose of pain.
The Crippler: Your pain is my pleasure. My pain is my pleasure. Let's bleed and may our blood shed cause the world to stop even for just one minute.
(Just then a voice calls out from nowhere.) Voice: Chotto!
(The voice, as it turns out, belongs to Kaito, who stands with Terminus as the two other members of Gundan RTO appear at the corner of the hallway. Kaito drops into fighting stance, but the New Age Punisher smiply shakes him off, and levels an even gaze in the diection of Thanatos.)
Terminus: Is there a problem?
Thanatos: It seems your associate still believes that inflicting pain for one's own pleasure is a worthy goal. I was merely advising him that pain is merely an instrument that should be used to achieve a higher purose.
Terminus: And, that would be...?
Thanatos: Enlightenment.
(Terminus smiles slightly though his mask and nods his head.)
Terminus: I see. It seems that Sandman has become, perhaps, a bit wrapped up in the notion of pain and sacrifce, and has failed to take into account the ultimate purose that you just described.
(Thanatos arches an eyebrow at the New Age Punisher, but remains silent. Sandman and Kaito both regard Terminus a bit strangely, but he appears to take no notice of them as he continues to stare at Thanatos._
Terminus: Please...feel free to go on your way. I can assure you that no member of Gundan RTO shall antagonise you in the future.
Thanatos: So...we have no problem?
Terminus: No...I would say we have no problem at all.
(Thanatos nods slightly in the direction of Terminus, and then ushers the Blood Eagles past the members of Gundan RTO, and down the hallway.)
Sandman: What the fuck!? Why'd you do that!?
Terminus:(to himself) What an interesting man...
Sandman: Terminus?
Terminus: What a very interesting man...
(Kaito and Sandman exchange confused glances, and then shrug to themselves.)
Kaito: Taminisu? We must go.
(Terminus seems to snap out of his reverie, and nods at the other two men.)
Terminus: Indeed. Come...we have much to discuss.
CREDIT: Jason Sandman, Thanatos, Terminus, Kaito
Gundan RTO v. Wing Zero v. Hell Brothers
Layne Marshall: “This next contest is scheduled for one fall and is a 3-Way Tag Match.”
(As "Stigmata" starts to play over the sound system, the lights go dim, and strobe lights flicker in time to the first set of drum beats. This pattern continues until the main riff of the song kicks in. When that happens, Terminus appears at the top of the entrance ramp, amidst a shower of white fireworks. As "Stigmata" starts to play over the sound system, the lights go dim, and strobe lights flicker in time to the first set of drum beats. This pattern continues until the main riff of the song kicks in. Terminus appears at the top of the ramp, with "The High Priestess" Natalie Snow hanging off of him. The two saunter toward the ring; Terminus taking no notice of the fan's jeers, while Natalie laughs dismissively that the invective being thrown their way. With a final nod to his "High Priestess", Terminus slides into the ring, and gives the ever-popular throat slash taunt before crouching silently in the nearest corner; as he gives the taunt, Natalie gazes out into the crowd, and shouts "All Hail Your Savior!" at the top of the lungs, before she makes her way to ringside to lend her support to "The New Age Punisher”. Japanese Taiko drums rumble throughout the arena speakers as a flute carries out a solo note, causing the lights in the arena to go into a strobe effect in beat with the drums. On the video screen, we see a bright cloudy sky immediately turn into a fiery, sunset-lit sky. A dragon looms out of the sky and speeds its way toward the camera. After two loud beats on the Taiko drums, the lights in the arena go out as the dragon blows fire into the camera, causing fire to explode from the stage area. During the explosion, Kaito is launched from underneath the stage area onto the stage. When the fire dies down, Kaito stands there, dressed in his ring attire with a white coat over it. His head hangs down as red lights begin a strobe effect throughout the arena as "Ka-En-No-Mai" by Akitaka Tohyama plays. Kaito slowly looks up toward the ring and begins to walk down the entrance ramp and toward the ring, not once looking at any of the fans that are trying to get his attention. Kaito climbs into the ring and ascends all the way up the nearest turnbuckle. He looks out at the fans that are still trying to get his attention. He then jumps off the turnbuckle, takes his coat off, and stands next to his tag team partner.)
("Switchback" By Celldweller hits the speaker system as Zex and Dante Noilearth -- Wing Zero -- make their way out onto the top of the stage. The two competitors slowly make their way down to the ring and they enter the ring by sliding under the bottom rope. The two competitors pose for the crowd before making their way over to a corner. They go over their game plan one last time as they wait for the arrival of the last team in the match.)
(As Gundan RTO and Wing Zero wait in their separate corners, each not willing to move too close to each other for fear of letting the tensions between the two explode, the lights in the building fade almost all to black save for a evil-looking red spotlight that remains in the middle of the ring. As the eyes of everyone in the arena turn towards the entranceway the opening strains of “Fire and Brimstone” by Dropkick Murphys boom out over the building’s sound system and out walk Nighthawk and Reckless Jack, their eyes focused on the ring and the members of Gundan RTO who stand in it. Slapping hands and shaking hands with the crowd in the front row as they walk to the ring the Hell Brothers contingent climbs up on the top strand of rope and raise their hands above their head, a move which draws the crowd to chant “Apocalipsis” not just once, but twice before finishing out “Ahora.”)
Layne Marshall: “Ladies and gentlemen introducing Team No. 1… at a total combined weight of 380 Pounds…. “The New Age Punisher” Terminus and the “Azure Dragon” Kaito…. Gundan RTO!”
(The crowd boos vociferously, something which by the initial looks of it has no effect on the Gundan RTO representatives who remain in their corner, Kaito looking over at Wing Zero while Terminus is busy staring over at the Hell Brothers contingent.)
Layne: “And now introducing Team No. 2…. Weighing in at a total combined weight of 404 pounds…. Zex and Dante Noilearth….. Wing Zero.”
(The crowd, a bit unsure of how to react to the flashy team in front of them, nonetheless cheers them both and tosses in red, green, and pink streamers while chanting Wing Zero.)
Layne Marshall: “And finally… Team No.3. At a combined weight of 395 pounds….. “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk and the “Self Revolution” Reckless Jack….. Representan…. Los Hell Brothers!”
(As the Hell Brothers step out of the corner the crowd erupts and tosses in black and red streamers, chanting “Apocalipsis Ahora” over and over again.)
(As Zex and Nighthawk step into the middle of the ring, their partners as well as the representatives of Gundan RTO staying on the apron, the two opponents shake hands briefly, both men’s eyes on the Gundan RTO contingent still remaining on the apron as well as their opponent’s team. Going for a collar-and-elbow Zex comes out of it with a high armbar, stepping through and changing it into a top wristlock. But as “The Artist” holds onto the wristlock Nighthawk counters it by bending forward and grabbing his elbow to rotate his palm inward and loosen the grip on the hold, placing his free hand on the mat as he separates the legs of Zex and spins back up to his feet, hitting a wristlock that takes him down before threading his right arm through the gap the two arms provide, forming a '4', and providing leverage on the wristlock. Hooking on the wristlock tight the “Wrestling Machine” scissors the right arm of Zex as he does so, tilting his body forward so that “The Artist” is now trapped into a double wristlock. Holding tight on the double wristlock Nighthawk tries to figure out his next move, only to see Zex counter out of the chickenwing of his own and rolling it over into a crucifix pin that gets a 2-count which Nighthawk rolls back in the other direction for a 2-count as both men stand at the ready.)
Biggs: Two nearfalls right there! They went back and forth.
Richardson: Obviously.
(Shaking hands again, albeit with quite a bit more tension than there was previously, the “Wrestling Machine” quickly slaps on a cravate cinching in the grip tight, using this opening to walk Zex over to the Hell Brothers corner where Reckless Jack tags in using the middle of the back. Quickly moving into the center of the ring Reckless Jack whips Zex into the ropes and appears to go for a back bodydrop which “The Artist” counters off of by flipping over Jack’s back, grabbing a wristlock after doing that before tagging in Dante Noilearth who he makes sure grabs onto the wristlock before he leaves the ring. But as Dante grabs the wristlock Jack easily counters it by grabbing onto his own elbow and using it as a way to twist the wrist inward and then quickly slapping away the grip of the “Casanova Punk”, taking him down instead with a side headlock. Quickly cinching it on tight Jack turns the headlock over so Dante is forced to lie on his stomach, thus preventing any possibility of this being countered into a headscissors. But within seconds Dante twists his body back so that he can lie on his chest, quickly pushing the “Self Revolution” down so that he can get a headscissors. Cinching up tight on the headscissors Dante tries to place his forearms across the shoulders of Jack to prevent him from escaping, a trick which fails as the Bostonian nips up out of the headscissors and stands at the ready, Dante underneath him on one knee.)
Biggs: Reckless Jack was able to free himself from that hold.
Richardson: Damnit, Dante. You disappoint me.
(But as Dante and Reckless Jack stand in the middle of the ring, the crowd clapping for the exhibition that they have just witnessed, without warning Terminus and Kaito sneak into the ring and jump them both from behind, Terminus taking out Reckless Jack with a half-nelson suplex and Kaito whipping Dante into the ropes, ducking under a clothesline attempt, and hitting the “Casanova Punk” right in the back of the head with a leaping enzuigiri. Tossing Dante to the outside Gundan RTO focuses their attention on the “Self Revolution”, Terminus laying Jack across his boot in backbreaker position while Kaito hits a running basement dropkick to the face. As Kaito steps back through the ropes and holds the tag rope the “New Age Punisher” stalks the Boston native before hitting him with a release straightjacket suplex, before rolling him to his feet and hitting a Michinoku Driver that gets a 2-count. Tagging Kaito back in Terminus pulls Jack to a sitting position and watches as the “Azure Dragon” fires off a short series of kicks to the chest, before feinting a shining wizard and hitting a back heel kick. Tagging in Dante Noilearth who stumbles into the ring, still a little woozy after the kick Kaito delivered to the back of the head earlier, Reckless Jack struggles to get to his feet and fight back only to be hit with a standing dropkick.)
Biggs: What a nice dropkick that was!
(Pressing his advantage Dante signals Zex over to their corner and instructs “The Artist” to hold the “Self Revolution” in the ropes allowing the “Casanova Punk” to run full-speed and then twist himself into a slingshot high-elevation elbowdrop to the sternum before going for a springboard moonsault followed by a ropewalk elbowdrop to the gut. But as Dante plays to the crowd Jack sneaks under the legs of Dante and makes a desperate leap to his corner, only to get cut off at the last second by Dante who applies a short ankle lock to hold the “Self Revolution” down. While this is going on Kaito reaches down and tags himself in, getting a full head of steam before stopping short and insultingly slapping Nighthawk in the face, drawing the “Wrestling Machine” in as Terminus hits a running snap STO on Reckless Jack while the referee is distracted before sneaking in the ring as Kaito drags Jack to the corner. Quickly advancing on the Bostonian Kaito hits a handspring elbow to the face before grabbing him by the head and hitting a rapid-fire series of short kicks to the face, stepping back a pace and finally obliterating the Hell Brothers member with a brutal stiff kick to the chest. Covering for a 2-count Kaito barks in Japanese at the referee and tags in Terminus, who comes in with a slingshot double stomp to the midsection of Jack. Pulling him up by his hair the “New Age Punisher” turns Jack over towards Nighthawk and smirks through his mask in his general direction before hitting him with a European uppercut to the back of the neck before following up with a roaring elbow to the exact same spot, ending the combination by hitting a bridging Dragon Suplex that gets a 2-count.)
Biggs: I thought the match was over right there! So did Marshall, he was about to announce them as the victors!
Richardson: Well, it's not over.
(Rolling over the Dragon Suplex into a grounded full nelson the “New Age Punisher” gets Jack up to his feet and goes for a German suplex only to see the “Self Revolution” hit a standing switch and land a release German suplex of his own, staggering to his feet and leaping desperately to tag in Nighthawk who springboards in with a textbook tornado DDT on Terminus which he holds on to long enough to hit him with a basement dropkick to the face, rolling backwards to hit a no-look enzuigiri on an onrushing Kaito. But within seconds the “Wrestling Machine” is turned around and whipped into the ropes by Zex, who ducks his head seemingly going for a back body drop only to see Nighthawk stand on his shoulders and counter into a hurricanrana that sends Zex to the outside where Kaito and Terminus already are. Shaking Reckless Jack back into the fight the Chicago native builds up a head of steam with his Hell Brothers partner on the top rope as they both dive off at the same time, Nighthawk hitting a tope con hilo on Gundan RTO and Jack hitting a No-Hands Somersault Plancha on Zex.)
Biggs: AMAZING!
Richardson: Wow.
(Dante, the only one not hit with either of thise high-risk moves, look down at the carnage from the ring apron. He's not worried about being the legal man at this point, and I don't think the referee is neither. He drops down to the outside and he's looking to take advantage as he pulls the limp body of Jiraiya Kaito up to his feet and he rolls him into the ring. This is Dante's time to shine, he has the PWA Light Heavyweight Champion at his feet and he can put him away. He pulls him up and he sets him up for the Canadian Destroyer, which Dante calls The Anagram. However, Nighthawk has made his way back up onto the apron and this distracts Dante. Noilearth leaves Kaito lie and he charges forward and he drills Nighthawk in the midsection with a shoulder block that sends Nighthawk flying off the ring apron onto his partner, who had just made his way to his feet.)
Biggs: Dante took out both Nighthawk and Reckless Jack with that move. Smart man.
(The referee, who could have probably counted out the original legal men, is focusing more on the ring action and has gone ahead and allowed this match to be fought by Dante and Kaito. Dante, with a cocky smile on his face, turns around and Kaito drills him in the side of the head with a Roundhouse Kick. Dante stumbles back into the ropes and he bounces back into Kaito's waiting arms. Kaito knees him in the mid-section, which causes him to double-over. He then sets him up for the Todome Da (Final Hit). He nails it! A sit-out Piledriver! Kaito with the pin: 1....................2...........Zex is up to his feet, tries his best to roll into the ring, but Terminus who is also up, grabs his leg........3!)
Biggs : Gundan RTO has won this match! Terminus and Kaito continue their dominance as a tag-team.
Richardson: But that was a hard-fought match. I'm almost sad that two of these teams had to lose.
Marshall: The winners of this match via pinfall...Terminus and Jiraiya Kaito; Gundan RTO!
CREDIT: Nighthawk
Prove Your Loyalty
The Butcher is seen backstage in his locker room getting his gear ready for tonight’s main event match against Shaun Andrews. As he looks up from tying his boots, he finds Mr. Bourne has entered the locker room without warning. The Butcher grins as the PWA owner stands there with his arms crossed.
The Butcher: Hey, boss, what’s up?
Mr. Bourne: I don’t know yet. You tell me, Butcher.
The Butcher looks up towards the ceiling and then shrugs his shoulders because he doesn’t understand what his boss is leading on to.
Mr. Bourne: I’ve been hearing rumors, Butcher, rumors about you that I would have figured a veteran such as yourself would have taken care of before signing with is company.
The Butcher: Oh yeah? What are the rumors this week? Let me guess, I don’t like black people. Or is it the rumor that I’m actually younger than I say I am. Oh wait…no, don’t tell me there’s a rumor going around that I’m gay.
Mr. Bourne: Interesting, I haven’t heard those ones yet. No, I’m more interested in the rumor going around that you have been approached to start a brand new wrestling promotion and be a competitor to PWA. Have you heard of that one?
The Butcher sneers towards his boss but remains silent.
Mr. Bourne: Personally, I don’t care what you do in your personal life or who you associate yourself with, Butcher. I run a company, a wrestling company. I fill it with the best wrestlers in the world today. Now when I hear rumors going around that one of my wrestlers wants to open a wrestling company of his own, I get a bit inquisitive. You know, to find if there’s any truth to the rumors.
The Butcher: I respect that approach, Bourne.
Mr. Bourne: That’s MISTER Bourne to you, Butcher.
The two share glances at each other for a moment as they both begin to feel disrespected by the other.
Mr. Bourne: When you signed with this promotion, Butcher, I assumed it was to wrestle and compete for titles. I hope you did not sign a PWA contract in order to spy on this company’s operations and scout the talent in order to raid them from me. If that’s the idea, you might as well come out with it right now.
The Butcher stands up and approaches Bourne.
The Butcher: Mister…Bourne, I think you’re barking up the wrong tree. I am committed to PWA.
Mr. Bourne: Which PWA would that be, Butcher? My PWA or the Chris Wilkins PWA that you signed the contract with?
The Butcher: Like I said…I am committed to PWA.
Bourne sighs because he didn’t exactly get the full response that he was looking for.
Mr. Bourne: That’s nice of you to say, Butcher, but I remain skeptical. I am going to need some proof to see how committed you really are to this company. MY company.
The Butcher: What kind of proof are you looking for?
Mr. Bourne: I am thinking that at Ignition you could prove your loyalty to me and PWA. I want you to face the man you signed your PWA contract with and beat him into the ground. Yes, I want you to face Chris Wilkins one-on-one at Ignition and destroy him. Make him regret ever wanting to come back here. Understand?
The Butcher: And if I refuse?
Mr. Bourne: Then I suppose you are not as committed to PWA as you claim and your contract will be terminated. I refuse to have a rogue wrestler salting my locker room. The choice is yours, Butcher. Your PWA future is in your hands at Ignition. Oh yeah, break a leg out there tonight.
Bourne smirks towards The Butcher before turning around and walking out the locker room door. The Butcher sneers once again as he clenches two fists.
CREDIT: The Butcher
Jostrodomus v. Ace Wylde
Biggs: Welcome to a match I never thought I would see, we have two ex members of the Grumpy Old Men going at it!
Richardson: I for one am glad to see this match up on the card because I cant wait to see Ace Wylde expunge our world champion!
Biggs: What? Jostrodomus wants the win in this match just as badly as Ace does! Even more so if you ask me, which is why we are going to move on and get this match underway!
Marshall: weighing in at 265Lbs and hailing from Los Angeles, California he is the PWA world heavyweight champion JOSTRODOMUS!!!!
"Enemey" 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 ring with that shit eating grin on his face that we've all become accustomed to and arrogantly gets into the ring as the fans continue cheering. He throws his arms in the air for one last firework show and pop from the fans before leaning against the ropes waiting for Ace Wylde to enter the ring…
Marshall: And his opponent Weighing in at 328Lbs and hailing from New York City he is the Dark Demon ACE WYLDE!!!
"The Older I Get" by Skillet plays as the stage lights flash scarlet and black. Ace Wylde comes out and stares out at the crowd before him. He sighs heavily and pumps his fists as pyros fire off on both sides of him. He struts down towards the ring and climbs over the top rope, where he swings his arms around and gets ready for his match.
The two men stare each other down Ace walks forward and offers a test of strength Joz not one to disappoint goes for it, But Ace who over towers and out weighs the champion quickly over powers him and pushes him to the ropes, Joz tries to battle back but Ace whips him to the ropes, Joz bounces back and dropkicks Ace to the chest Ace staggers back, Joz then unleashes an assault with fast but stiff punches to the chest neck and chin knocking the big man backwards to the ropes! Joz takes a run up and darts at Ace with a shoulder tackle knocking both himself and The Dark Adonis out of the ring and to the outside!
Biggs: Great move there by our champion!
Joz is up first when Ace grabs his arm, Joz turns and swings a punch which Ace also catches, He quickly stands and uses all his strength to send Jostrodomus full force into the ring steps, Joz flies over the top of them and to the mat as the fans let out a yell of “Oohs.”
Richardson: Now whose got the great moves?
Joz rolls around on the floor holding his ribs as Wylde comes over and lifts Jostrodomus up and over his shoulder, with a cocky smile he heads over to the announce tables.
Biggs: He’s coming this way.
Ace then hoist Jostrodomus above his head ready to dunk him down with a press slam when Joz manages kick one out of one of Ace’s hands he then swings around Wylde’s head… with a sweet Tornado DDT through the table!! The fans go berserk as both men lay on the wreckage.
Biggs: I have been in and called many matches but moves like this stay impressive every time.
Jostrodomus is the first to his feet, he quickly stomps down on the big man who is still face down before heading over and climbing the apron.
Richardson: This isn’t the route Jostrodomus would normally take, it seems he is furious!
Biggs: Jostrodomus made a name for himself in hardcore and extreme style matches back in the day, so acting this way comes natural even if it does come few and far between.
Jostrodomus waits as Ace starts to stand up slowly, a smile creeps on the champions face as Ace turns around only to catch a glimpse of Joz as he launch himself off the apron! And straight into Wylde’s hands, Wylde uses everything he has to land a fall away slam over launching Joz over the barricades and into the fans!
Richardson: Look at all those sweaty fans touching our champion, it’s disgusting.
Ace smiles looking at Joz who is trying to get to his feet using the barricade to lift himself up. Ace quickly moves in and is given a huge right hand to the face, followed by a left and then another right, as Ace staggers back Joz is about to climb the barricade but Ace quickly takes hold of him and throws him to the ground before lifting him back up and tossing him back inside the ring!
Biggs: Joz needs to get back in the swing of things, he had a little flurry but Wylde used his strength to overpower him at every given opportunity!
Ace looks at the fallen champion and then cockily climbs in the ring and over the top rope, he then heads for Jostrodomus who is using the ropes to get back to his feet, he measures the champion up he then goes for a clothesline but Jostrodomus just moves out the way Ace hits the ropes and bounces back when Joz trips his legs, he falls to the ground and rolls out of the ring, Ace shakes his head trying to warm up, he then rolls back inside the ring, the ref stops Joz taking the advantage as Ace gets back to his feet!
Richardson: It’s almost as if this match has restarted.
Ace quickly runs at Joz and goes for a punch but Joz uses his smarts and takes hold of his arm and uses his momentum to wrench in an Armbar! Wylde is a little too strong and starts to power out by this he quickly whips Jostrodomus to the ropes Joz bounces back with a clothesline knocking Ace back, he then kicks Ace mid section and drops him to the floor with a DDT!
Biggs: we are being given a wrestling treat here.
Richardson: Indeed we are!
Joz flips back up to his feet and looks really fired up, he then reaches down taking Ace by the hair, he then hooks his head ready for another DDT, but Ace stands and back drops Jostrodomus, Ace turns and leans forward to grab The Number One Stunner by the hair when Joz sits up and punches him to face, Ace staggers backwards letting Joz get to his feet, he uses this advantage by lunging forward and takes Sweeps Ace’s legs from under him! As he goes down and Joz quickly shifts forward and mounts Ace giving him several blows to the head the ref pulls him off, but Joz ain’t having none of it he lunges straight back again and gets taking Ace’s arm wrapping it up in an arm clutch!
The ref asks Ace if he is about to quit, but ace wont give up he uses all his strength to power to the ropes, Joz lets go on 3, the ref pushes Jostrodomus to the corner and begins to tell him the rules, this gives Ace time to get back up, Joz pushes the ref out of the way and runs at Ace who big boots Joz to the head, Joz falls down, Ace senses the end he lifts Joz up and shouts out “it’s over” he then gets ready for the Dark Demon Disaster…wait…Jostrodomus spins out and then quickly out of nowhere hits Ace Wylde with the NUFF SAID!!! Ace backs into the ropes and then falls forward towards Joz who hooks his arm and drops him to the mat with the #1 Stunna!!! He hooks the leg!!!
…1!
…2!
…3!!!
Marshall: here is your winner, JOSTRODOMUS!!!
Joz gets back to his feet as the ref raises his arms, he looks back over his shoulder at Ace and then starts to climb out of the ring, He looks back once again as Ace starts to stir he shakes his head and then enters the ring, he lifts Ace by his hair and quickly drops him once again with The #1 Stunna, Joz then stands over Ace Wylde and shouts “How do you like that you worthless fuck!”
He then exits the ring as his music plays him out.
CREDIT: Valentine Lionheart
An Attack
Biggs: As soon as we went to commercial break, there was a sneak attack on PWA's World champion. Let's roll the tape.
Shaun Andrews is seen in the crowd and he starts climbing the railing. Shaun hops over the railing and gets behind Jostrodomus. Jostrodomus doesn't see Shaun Andrews at all. Shaun kicks Jostrodomus in the ribcage and it sends Jostrodomus to one knee. Shaun Andrews locks in the Guiloteen Choke. Jostrodomus tries to escape it, but Shaun has the Guiloteen choke hold in deep. He eventually releases the hold and Joz's limp body hits the mat.
Shaun Andrews: Jostrodomus, my dear boy. How could you disrespect me so much? You failed me ton. I had such hopes for you....such high, high hopes. But you proved to be unfit. Unworthy of the mutual respect you spoke of between us. The truth is, you don't respect me at all. I seen your promo this week, and you don't speak of me at all. Jostrodomus, I eat, drink, sleep, shit, fuck, and smoke dubies... and there isn't a moment that passes me by that I don't think about winning the PWA World championship. After I beat the living shit out of the Butcher later tonight, I am going to picture that it is you.
Shaun smiles....looking down at Jostrodomus...who's eyes are now filled with pain.
Shaun Andrews: Jostrodomus... what did you expect..... you asked for this. You wanted to be like I was beneath you...well your going to get exactly what is coming to you. You are going to get the best of Shaun Andrews. And you are going to feel the pressure of a true champion coming down upon you. You make me sick Jostrodomus...cause you can't even see the fact that who you are now. You're not a young man anymore. You're not in the prime of your career. This is the reality that you seem to want to cling to.... Look at yourself Jostrodomus. You didn't watch your back, and neither did anybody else.
Shaun picks up the PWA World championship with his right hand and looks at places it across the face of PWA's only World champion in it's short history.
Shaun Andrews: This is the number one stunner, the fan's champion. Is everyone satisfied that it has come to this?
The crowd shows Shaun Andrews what they think of him by chanting "Andrews sucks". That doesn't stop Shaun from finishing what he wants to say.
Shaun Andrews: In PWA, we are rich with older stars such as Jostrodomus, and The Butcher for example. It's nice, it gives PWA established names. That is great for starting a wrestling federation. But it is almost 2008, and it is time for a new breed. I am in the process of building PWA's foundation. Part of that foundation is by ridding the main event status of these "older superstars". You will see the tape of this for years to come, so save your ticket stubs. This is history. I am "The Shooter" Shaun Andrews, and I will defeat Jostrodomus to become PWA's World champion. My unpinned and untapped streak will remain perfect.
"Wild Out" by the Lox blares through the loud speakers. Shaun Andrews exits the ring and walks down the ramp way. The majority of the fan's who are in attendance in the Charlotte Coliseum are chanting "Andrews sucks".
CREDIT: Shaun Andrews
The Butcher v. Shaun Andrews
“Nutshell” by Alice in Chains begins to play and the PWA fans give some props to the 43-year old veteran as The Butcher comes down to the ring. He looks ready for business tonight as he steps into the ring and acknowledges the crowd with a wave. Then “Wild Out” by The Lox kicks up and Shaun Andrews appears on the entrance ramp. The mohawked #1 Contender points out towards The Butcher as he begins to come down to the ring.
Biggs: It appears the anger from their confrontation last week has carried over to tonight, Ryan.
Richardson: That’s a good thing for us because they were going at it pretty good backstage last week.
Shaun Andrews slides into the ring and gets into the face of Butcher. Referee Heston tries to get into the middle of them and finds this to be a mistake. Butcher reaches over the referee and smacks Andrews upside the head, prompting the #1 Contender to push the referee out of the way and tackle Butcher to the canvass! The bell is rung and this match is underway! Andrews has the mount on Butcher and is hammering away with some fists! Like Bam Morris of the Steelers, Shaun Andrews is bringing the pain to Butcher’s head! Headbutt by Butcher allows him to get free.
Biggs: I see some blood coming from Butcher’s nose all ready!
Richardson: And I think Shaun Andrews has a slight cut on his forehead!
Both men are up and swinging away like this is a Toughman competition minus the padded helmets. Butcher with a right. Andrews with a left. Back and forth, back and forth. Andrews with an Irish whip. Butcher off the ropes and drops Andrews with a shoulder block. Butcher runs back towards the ropes and looks to come off with an elbow drop. Andrew pops up quickly and levels Butcher with a flying clothesline! OH! Cover! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT by Butcher!
Biggs: Shaun Andrews was like a bolt of lightening there, Ryan.
Richardson: This is why they call him “offensive”.
Andrews goes to work on The Butcher’s arm with a modified armbar. Butcher tries to wiggle free but only finds himself in a deeper hold. He lets out a yell in pain as Andrews applies more pressure. Butcher is able to get to the ropes to get a break…1…2...3.…4.…Andrews backs off. Butcher uses the ropes to get to his feet only to get smacked back down with axhandle across the back. Andrews wraps the arm around the top rope and pulls on it with bone shattering force! Butcher jumps away holding his arm after it just got snapped across the top rope. Andrews grabs him from behind…key-lock suplex into a pin on that injured arm! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT!
Biggs: Shaun Andrews is targeting that arm pretty well.
Richardson: It’s a good way to stop Butcher from ever executing that Downtown Drop of his.
Butcher rolls out of the ring to regain his bearings, which draws some boos from the fans. Shaun Andrews tells the old man to get into the ring but Butcher isn’t going. Nah, he’s calling time-out but there aren’t no time-outs in this business and he knows that. Andrews slides out of the ring to get control back as he starts to swing away with Butcher again on the outside. Righty, lefty, righty, lefty. Back and forth brawl here by both men outside of the ring. Oh! Shaun Andrews with a sidekick to the injured arm of The Butcher! Andrews takes the opening and rams Butcher shoulder first into the guard rails! Referee Heston runs out of the ring and urges these two men to get back inside before he counts them out! Andrews ignores the referee as he stalks Butcher with some evil intentions on his mind. The referee runs in front of Andrews and starts to warn him about this action outside of the ring. Butcher stops in his tracks and without looking lunges towards Shaun Andrews with a big old lariat! Oops! Referee Heston was in the way and got spun inside out!
Biggs: The referee is down and out! Butcher just plastered the referee!
Richardson: It’s hard to be a zebra these days, JJ. I’m glad that I am safely behind this desk…with you.
Biggs: Don’t touch me!
The Butcher and Shaun Andrews look at each other, then look down at the referee, then back at each other again. Now they’re pointing fingers as to who’s fault it is that the referee is out cold. The argument turns back into another fist fight as the crowd is going ballistic here over the lack of a referee’s presence! Butcher with a right! Andrews with a left! Butcher with another right! Andrews with another left! Butcher! Andrews! Butcher! Andrews! B! A! B! A! Butcher with a thumb to the eye! Irish whip and now Shaun Andrews is plastered across the guard rail again! Butcher isn’t far behind with a big boot! No! Andrews nearly gets out of the way and now The Butcher is hung out to dry with the guard rail between his legs!
Biggs: That’s one thing I don’t miss being retired.
Richardson: I always thought a nice guard rail to the groin was a good thing.
Shaun Andrews winds up and blasts Butcher with a hammer fist that sends the Extreme Legend off the guard rail and into the crowd! Andrews hops the barrier and tosses Butcher into a section of chairs! The crowd is enjoying every minute of this as this match has turned into a brawling hardcore affair! Butcher grabs a chair and jabs it hard into Shaun Andrews midsection, doubling him over. Butcher let’s out a yell as he raises the chair over his head then unleashes it across the #1 Contender’s spine!
Biggs: What a chair shot!
Butcher feels right at home in this extreme settings as he grabs Shaun Andrews by the mohawk and throws him head first into the steel railing! Andrews grabs his head in pain and convulses on the ground as blood begins to cover his face. Butcher is handed a fan’s beer and is tempted to drink it but he refuses to. Rather he dumps the $6.50 import lager over Shaun Andrews face to clean off the blood! Andrews let’s out a yell of rage and pain then spears The Butcher into a bunch of PWA fans! Yeah! “PWA! PWA! PWA!”
Biggs: I thought this was supposed to be a match! Bourne is going to allow this?!
Richardson: Sure why not. We could use the ratings.
People are cheering, children are crying, a little old lady has a broke hip now thanks to these guys landing on top of her! Shaun Andrews is the first off of the pile and wobbles to his feet as he wipes some blood away. Andrews drags The Butcher to his feet and rocks him back with a European uppercut! Butcher stumbles backwards up the aisle way, allowing Shaun Andrews to grab him from behind, wedgie-style, and lead him up the stairs. Shaun Andrews then politely throws Butcher head first into a garbage receptacle, causing the trash to fall all over the floor! Andrews has found a neon glowing necklace and wraps it around The Butcher’s neck! Andrews pulls back as The Butcher’s face is turning red!
Biggs: Shaun Andrews is going to choke out The Butcher!
Richardson: With a glow in the dark necklace of all things!
As Andrews is letting out a primal yell as he’s all pumped up over choking his opponent, Jostrodomus comes out of no where and ends the threat with a big kick to the face of his Ignition opponent! Jostrodomus then starts to lay some boots into Shaun Andrews from his attack earlier tonight! Now Jostrodomus is in control of this fight as he holds Andrews against the wall and pummels him with some fists! Looking to be visibly knocked out, Shaun Andrews is released and falls to the ground. Joz comes over and start to shake The Butcher, asking him if he wants to get in some shots as well. The grumpy old man slowly gets to his feet and starts to look for a steel chair. Yeah, The Butcher is completely out of it as he stumbles and falls face first into the cleavage of some fat chick sitting down nearby.
Biggs: Oh that’s just wrong!
Richardson: Maybe he likes fat chicks?
Jostrodomus shakes his head with a chuckle as he looks down at his friend. Shaun Andrews is back up behind him though and turns him around. Forearm to the face of Jostrodomus! Joz returns the favor! Andrews with another one! Joz with a shot of his own! The crowd is going ballistic as this fight starts up again! Andrews whips Jostrodomus towards the exit, no, Joz reverses it and Andrews crashes through the doors! Now they’re both out in the arena hallway as nearby fans cheer on the complete brawl these two men are having. Back and forth shots with no clear advantage for both men! Wait…Jostrodomus tackles Andrews to the floor! They’re still fighting on the floor!
Biggs: Look out! Here comes Mr. Bourne!
Richardson: Oh God he’s gonna be so pissed!
Bourne is flanked with enough security guards to line the hallway! He orders the guards to break up this fight before his Ignition main event is jeopardized! Jostrodomus and Shaun Andrews continue to go for each other’s throats as the guards do their damndest to keep them apart! Finally they’re able to pry the two apart just because of the sheer numbers! Mr. Bourne stands between the two as Joz and Andrews continue throwing threats each other’s way! Mr. Bourne walks over to Jostrodomus and takes the PWA World Heavyweight Championship belt off of his waist! Jostrodomus demands to know what’s going on!
Mr. Bourne: Shut up! This is MY company…MY rules! I told you I’d strip you of this if you two get near each other again! First, Andrews didn't listen when he attacked Jostrodomus earlier, and now this. Right now, I’m so pissed I don’t know what I am going to do! I’m holding onto this Jostrodomus and I’m holding onto your #1 Contendership, Shaun Andrews! Yeah, you’re just going to have to wait until next week see what I decide to do with the both of you and the Ignition main event! Now get these guys out of my face!
Biggs: Mr. Bourne has laid down the law, Ryan! He’s holding up the Championship and the title shot at Ignition and will decide what to do with them both next week!
Richardson: Wow! They shouldn’t have messed around and crossed the boss! Now they’re both going to pay!
Biggs: What will become of the Ignition main event, folks?! You’ll have to tune in next week at Ignition 7 to find out! Good night everybody!
CREDIT: The Butcher
