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Violation 13
Sunday, December 23th, 2007
RIMAC Center in San Diego, California
Fighting Champ
Written by: Andrew & Josh
(From the PWA Violation opening credits, we fade into a shot of Natale Snow, standing in the middle of the ring with a
shit-eating smirk on her face. As the crowd rains down boos and catcalls in her direction. "The High Priestess" raises the mic
to her lips, and addresses the throng in attendance.)
Natalie: Two weeks ago, at the Redemption PPV, THE Savior of Wrestling, Terminus, did the world a huge favor, and
defeated the filthy heathen known as Jostrodomus to become the new World Heavyweight Champion of the Premiere
Wrestling Alliance!
*MASSIVE HEEL POP!*
Natalie: Now, my Savior wishes to do each and every one of you a favor, and address you so that your miserable lives
might one day have some meaning!
(A "shut the fuck up" chant begins to circulate in the audience, but Natalie seems to take no notice of this as she carries
on with her speech.)
Natalie: And, as a token of his generosity, and, in the spirit of the season, he wishes to provide you with a very special
gift!
Quadros: A gift!? We're getting an early Christmas gift! Whoo-hoo!
Franks: *shakes head and sighs in disgust* It's going to be one of those nights...
Natalie: So...without further ado...I present to you the reigning PWA World Heavyweight Champion...the New Age
Punisher....The man we should ALL call Savior...Ladies and gentlemen....here...is....TERMINUS!!!!
("Becoming the Bull" kicks in over the PA system, and the crowd boos even louder as Terminus appears at the top of the
entrance ramp. Natalie beams at the man that she loves as he makes his way toward ringside, and applauds happily as he
slides into the ring, and holds up the belt for all to see. "The High Priestess" begins to hang off the champion and begins to
strike a series of seductive poses as she hands him the mic. Terminus takes a moment to drink in the crowd's hatred before
he begins his address.)
Terminus: In the weeks that led up to Redemption, I made promises to myself, to Natalie, to my fellow RTO
brethren...indeed, to anyone who was willing to listen...that I would walk out of the Chase Arena with the PWA's World
Heavyweight Championship in my possession. There were many who scoffed at these promises, and who felt that I just didn't
have what was needed to ascend to the very pinnacle of the sport.
One of these individuals was none other than Michael Anthony Vicent, better known as Jostrodomus. He claimed time
and again that he would defeat me in the dreaded Butch Match, and continue his reign as champion.
And, he certainly did his best to make that happen, didn't he? He tossed me into a pit of barbed wire, and poured salt on
my wounds. He blasted me with any number of high-impact maneuvers, including the Superkick that he uses as one of his
finishers. Why, he even went so far as to throw me into a pit filled with snakes...
(Natalie shudders slightly at the memory, and Terminus takes a second to compose himself before he continues.)
Terminus: Oh, yes...Joz tried everything in his power to defeat me...but, in the end, it wasn't enough. Jostrodomus
simply didn't have what was needed to defeat me two weeks ago...
Now..it has come to my attention that he still feels a bit bitter about the fact that Natalie struck him in what turned out
to be a fairly vulnerable area...but...what Joz fails to realize is that my dear, sweet Natalie would NEVER have chosen to
make her presence felt in that matter were it not for his reprehensible attack upon her person earlier in the match.
(Natalie does her best to look as innocent as possible, and nods her assent to this statement. The crowd, of course, isn't
buying into this at all, and chants "You're a hell-whore!" at the top of their lungs. Natalie screams "Go to hell" in response,
and looks just about ready to jump into the crowd, when Terminus whispers something into her ear that causes her to smile
and shudder slightly as she seems to calm down.)
Terminus: No...the fact remains is that Jostrodomus wasn't able to defeat me in the Butch Match at Redemption. He
wasn't able to defeat me in our Ironman Match at Destiny 3 last spring. In fact, one-on-one, Jostrodomus will NEVER be able
to defeat me...he simply isn't good enough, or strong enough, or talented enough to manage that particular task!
And, I shall be happy to prove this point any chance that I get!
(Terminus then smiles enigmatically as he takes a moment to listen to the jeers before he continues.)
Terminus: But...enough about Jostrodomus. For, I am in a generous mood this evening, and, as such, I believe that it is
time for me to provide each and every one of you with a gift.
You see, whatever anyone might think of me, it cannot be denied that I've proved myself to be a fighting champion
during the course of past reigns...and, I see no reason why that trend shouldn't continue during my very first World
Championship reign.
So, that means that you have the privilege of watching me make my very first defense of the PWA World Heavyweight
title...
*CROWD GASPS!*
Franks: Wow!
Quadros: What a champion! What a hero!
Terminus: And, I shall be defending against a man that I'm certain you'll all agree poses a bigger threat to my reign than
Jostrodomus ever could...
(Wren Chesney and VCR appear at the top of the entrance ramp, with referee Sasha Brown in tow. Looking slightly
perplexed, Brown makes his way toward the ring, while Wren and VCR remain close the entrance in order to watch the
match.
Terminus hands the mic back to Natalie, and makes his way to the nearnest corner after handing her a cue card that
presumably contains some information about his opponent. The High Priestess's eyes go wide as she looks at the info on the
card, and she's seen mouthing the words "Are you certain about this" to her Savior, who merely nods in response. )
Natalie: Coming down the ring at this time...weighing WELL over four hundred pounds...standing WELL over seven feet
tall...hailing from the hell-hole that is Parts Unknown....Ladies and Gentlemen...THE CRIMSON GIANT!
(A mammoth, shaven-skulled, butt-ugly giant of a man charges into the arena, and, with a primal war cry storms toward
the ring. Yelling "I'm a bad motherfucker", he then climbs over the ropes to enter the ring; however, his trailing leg gets
caught on the top strand, and causes the "challenger" to pitch forward and crash head-first to the mat!)
Franks: What...what the hell is this!?
(Looking rather amused, Terminus cinches in a quick crevate to his badly stunned rival, and then flips over into a cutter.
He then makes his way to the top rope, and sails into the majestic Corkscrew 450 Splash, connecting squarely against the
prone form of his much larger rival. Terminus quickly covers; 1.....2......THREENOOOO!!!! TERMINUS PULLED HIM UP!
Terminus and Natalie exchange looks of feigned shock, while the ref implores Terminus to finish matters off once and for
all.)
Franks: Terminus is making a complete mockery out of Jostrodomus...and out of the World Championship...with his
actions in this "match".
Quadros: He's defending against the best available competition, Carl. What's wrong with that?
(Terminus quickly picks up the battered Giant and sets him up for the Apotheosis! Before he can execute the move,
though, Jostrodomus appears from out of nowhere, and slides into the ring with a chair in his hand. The Number One
Stunner just misses the champion with a mighty swing of the chair as the latter quickly rolls out of the ring.
The two hated rivals stare daggers at one another for a moment or two as Terminus and Natalie back away toward the
exit; the former champion motions for them to come back into the ring, but the couple seem content to retreat slowly with
evil grins on their faces.)
Jostrodomus: What's wrong Terminus? Surprised to see me and too chicken shit to face me? C'mon Terminus what the
hell did you high tail it for? Becuase I had a chair? I'll glady throw this chair away and kick your ass in front of all these fans
here tonight...You know why Termnus? Becuase I f*cking can. You may think you've gotten the upperhand on me, but that's
far from the case....Far...Far...Far from the case. You think you are the better man but that's the dumbest thing I've heard
since someone told me retarded kids can fly airplanes for Southwest Airlines.
The crowd laughs at the last remark made by their hero and the true savior of PWA...Jostrodomus. The comment even
brings a smile to the face of Jostrodomus as he continues to walk around the ring before quickly stopping and pointing
towards Natalie and a fan.
Jostrodomus: Watch out buddy! Watch it! She'll grab your balls and leave the sons a bitches blue...Or hell...IN
Maelstroms case give you a mean case of crabs.
The words coming from the mouth of Jostrodomus are starting to get under the skin of Terminus, something Joz
instantly notices.
Jostrodomus: No Terminus...Now is not the time to do the shake, rattle, and roll....I'll tell you what though....I'll get my
point across, down to business whatever the hell you want to call it so you can head back to the back and shake n' bake to
some Ray Charles. That title you have will be mine again...I promise you that....I remember the other day in that little
hospital battle that took place...I told you I had something to tell you tonight...You told me YOU could take me out without
the assistance of anyone or anything but yourself and maybe a steel cage.
The fans start to scream as Terminus tries to mutter something but Jostrodomus instantly cuts him off.
Jostrodomus: Hush little child...At the pay-per-view Terminus what do you say....ME AND YOU IN A STEEL
CAGE...SHOW THE WORLD YOU CAN DO IT BY YOURSELF...BECAUSE I DON'T THINK YOU CAN...
Terminus nods to what Jostrodomus has said, but Joz doesn't want to wait until the pay-per-view as he tosses the mic
down and jumps over the ropes to the outside as he takes off on a dead sprint towards Terminus. Terminus charges at Joz,
but within seconds security storm between the two of them and break up the about to be fight.
Franks: What a hell of a night it's going to be tonight! Jostrodomus is pissed off and ready to knock the living hell out of
Terminus.
Quadros: Yah...To bad he can't.
Here We Go Again
Written by: Nathan & Danny
Chris Wilkins and Jessi Colter make their way inside of the arena from the parking garage. Chris is carrying his bag
over his shoulder and he has his free arm around his girlfriend. They make their way down the hallway before Chris stops,
causing Jessi to stop as well.
Chris Wilkins: I'll be out in a minute, okay?
Jessi Colter: Okay, I love you.
Chris Wilkins: I love you, too.
Chris kisses Jessi and he hands his bag to her. He walks into the male's bathroom and Jessi leans up against the wall as
she waits for her boyfriend.
Jessi has her back turned and JJ Biggs sneaks up behind her. He grabs a handful of her hair and he covers her mouth
using his hand. He doesn't waste any time as he begins to walk backwards, practically dragging Jessi down the hallway with
him. JJ runs into a backstage official, who he simply just knocks down and he continues walking.
A couple of minutes later, Chris comes out of the bathroom and he looks up and down the hallway.
Chris Wilkins: Jessi?
Chris notices his bag on the ground and he picks it up. He starts walking down the hallway.
Chris Wilkins: Jessi?
Chris eventually comes to the backstage official, who is sitting against the wall holding the back of his head. Chris
reaches down and he pulls the official up to his feet.
Chris Wilkins: What happened?
Backstage Official: JJ Biggs, he took your girlfriend.
Chris Wilkins: What?
Backstage Official: He kidnapped Jessi!
That's all Chris needs to hear as he starts running down the hall. He's going to do his best to friend Jessi, and when he
does, it doesn't look good for Biggs.
The Meeting Gets Started
Written by: Neil
The scene heads backstage into a locked away office room somewhere in the RIMAC Arena. PWA’s Board of Directors
are in the house. This meeting is set to finish out the year for the company and conclude on how to go about business in the
new year. Some of the topics discussed tonight will go unheard by the fans in the arena or at home but you should
understand fully that everyone involved is committed on making PWA the best it can be.
Sitting next to each other amongst their counterparts are Victor Cornelius Roberts and Wren Chesney. They whisper to
each other every now and then as the discuss ways on bringing to question Commissioner Butcher’s role within this
company. Sitting at the head of the table is the Commissioner who is talking with a smile on his face with Guru Sports owner
John Harkes. Other Board of Director members include: Gil Silver, in his silver Texas cowboy hat, Ms. Ruth Rutherford, a
wealthy millionaire from New Orleans who sits there petting her pussy Jinx, Demitre Lionheart, who on a cell phone appears
to be busy with his own personal dealings at the moment, and there seems to be a vacant chair left at the other end of the
long table.
Then all of a sudden the closed door swings open, sending a breeze into the air and silencing the Board as they stare
down the intruder. A man dressed in a clean black pinstripe suit with his hair gelled in a neat fashion enters and closes the
door behind him. His middle aged smug expression sends a message to the Board that either one, he doesn’t want to be here,
or two, he hates every one of them. He’s a man the TNW faithful know very well and would understand his expression. Yes,
he doesn’t want to be here AND yes, he hates every one of them. The man looks at his watch with a careful eye before sitting
down and staring a hole through the one man he hates the most out of everybody in the room, Commissioner Butcher.
Butcher: We’re glad you could make it to the board meeting, Daz.
The man many PWA wrestlers have had dealings with in the past is indeed one of the Board members. Daz Van Dyke,
the former TNW owner, successful, rich, and bitter in his own right, is here to make his voice heard. And it will be heard or
else. It’s his way or the highway.
Dan Manheim vs Thanatos
Written by: Nathan
Layne Marshall: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from parts 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.
Marshall: Introducing his opponent, also hailing from parts unknown and weighing in at two hundred and eighty-eight
pounds. He is Dan Manheim!
The lights in the arena instantly turn aquamarine. "A Glass of Water, A Grain of Salt" by Lovehatehero plays as Dan
Manheim appears, walking down to the ring. He slides into the ring, raising his fists in the air as pyros go off on each
turnbuckle. He then raises his thumb to his throat, giving a throat-cut taunt to a fire pyro behind him.
The bell rings. Thanatos and Manheim circle around the ring, eyeing each other from opposite sides of it. They both
charge at the same time and they lock up in the center of the ring. Manheim is bigger, and he’s able to push Thanatos back
into one of the corners. He then rears his arm back looking for a huge slap to Thanatos’ chest, but Thanatos ducks out of the
way and Manheim hits the corner. Manheim turns around and Thanatos grabs him, and then sends him flying over his head
with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Thanatos quickly gets back to his feet and he runs off the ropes. He comes back, jumps high into
the air, and he drives the point of his knee directly into Manheim’s head. Thanatos hooks the leg as the referee counts:
1.………..2.…….KICK OUT!
Franks: Thanatos almost got the quick victory right there.
Quadros: A really quick victory.
Thanatos is to his feet and he grabs a handful of Manheim’s hair, pulling him up. He sends Manheim into the ropes with
an Irish Whip. Manheim comes back and Thanatos nails him with a Clothesline. Thanatos quickly runs to the ropes and he
comes back looking for a huge jumping Elbow Drop, but Manheim rolls out of the way and Thanatos hits nothing but the
mat. Thanatos gets to his feet and he’s holding onto his elbow as Manheim gets up to a vertical base, as well. Thanatos runs
at Manheim, who reacts by picking Thanatos up from his feet and holding him over head in a Gorilla Press fashion. Manheim
shows a lot of strength before simply walking forward and allowing Thanatos to drop to the mat behind him. It doesn’t take
long for Thanatos to get back to his feet, but as soon as he does Manheim catches him and he slams him back down to the
ring with a Spinebuster. Manheim hooks the leg as the referee counts: 1.…………2.…….KICK OUT!
Franks: Manheim almost got the victory, much like Thanatos did earlier.
Quadros: Indeed.
Manheim gets to his feet and he picks Thanatos up, as well. Manheim sends Thanatos into the corner with an Irish
Whip. Manheim charges into the corner and he nails Thanatos with a Big Splash. Thanatos stumbles out of the corner and
Manheim catches him. He twists him around so that Manheim has him upside down. Manheim drops to the mat, driving
Thanatos’ head into it via a Tombstone, which he calls Hell’s Solace. He hooks the leg as the referee counts:
1.…………2.…………..3!
Franks: And Manheim picks up the victory!
Marshall: The winner of this match, via pinfall, Dan Manheim!
Readiness
Written by: Okori
As nighthawk stands in the gorilla position in the backstage area of San Diego’s RIMAC Arena, getting ready for his
match against Dante Noilearth, the familiar face and smoke-on-smoke voice of PWA Interviewer Miranda Buck sneaks into
view. Grinning kindly at her the “Wrestling Machine” still makes sure his belt is correctly placed over his shoulder.
Nighthawk: “Tonight has been a good show Miranda. Hopefully I can keep it going.”
The Reckless Jack Situation
Written by: Neil
A PWA female staff worker is seen pouring some coffee into each of the Board of Directors’ cups for a refill. Daz Van
Dyke continues to stare daggers through The Butcher across the table, making the Commissioner wonder what issues will be
voiced tonight. This cold stare from the former TNW owner turned PWA benefactor is easily noticed by Wren Chesney and
VCR. Mr. VCR himself, though not being stared at directly by DVD, has shriveled up in cowardice now that he’s in the
presence of the man he hook or by crook damn near stole TNW from years ago. VCR fears that if Van Dyke turns his
attention towards his former “Mr. Assistant”, he just may pass out due to the nervousness and endless questions circling
inside his head.
Butcher: Well now that all the formalities are finished let’s get down to our main topic. What do we do with Reckless
Jack?
Wren: I say we fire him! And to be perfectly blunt, Butcher, I am surprised you haven’t done that all ready. The choice
was yours to make and as far as I’m concerned it was an obvious one. We cannot have a wrestler on our roster who failed his
drug test because of STEROIDS!
Butcher: Your concern is noted, Wren. Currently, Reckless Jack has been stripped of the Atlantic Championship and is
on a paid suspension pending further review of the situation.
Wren: Paid suspension? You mean a paid holiday vacation! What is there to review, Butcher? He failed the test and
should be terminated immediately! We got enough bad press as it is. It’s time to cut ties. That is unless you condone steroid
use yourself?
The Butcher gets a bewildered expression over his face as if to question where that last statement is coming from. As if
he’s the one on trial. Before he can even respond to such an accusation, John Harkes speaks up.
Harkes: Me personally being in the field of sporting competition, I must say that this failed drug test due to steroids
during this day of age when every day it seems like an athlete’s credibility is under fire really gives our company a black eye.
The rumors of steroid use throughout professional wrestling is looking for a scapegoat, a person or company with proven ties
to steroid use to be made example of. The Reckless Jack situation brings all of PWA under a microscope and we are being
judged at this very moment by those outside of this room. We must deal with this situation immediately and effectively, even
if it means taking the whole night to discuss.
Butcher: Thank you for your input, John —
Daz: I am not staying here all night to discuss a drug addict! Fire him now!
Butcher: Reckless Jack has expressed just as much shock about his failed test like everybody else. I have met with Jack
about this and he wishes to dispute the test results. He is willing to take another test to prove his innocence. I am not going
to fire a man and ruin his career over what could be a mistake by our testing agency. I am willing to give him a chance if
everybody else will. If he fails the next test I will fire him without question. Until then he will remain suspended and the
Atlantic Championship will be help up until the new results are in. Are we in agreement?
There is some grumbling going on between the board members as they discuss. Some wish to just make this issue go
away as soon as possible.
Demitre Lionheart: I believe the Board has come to the conclusion of testing Reckless Jack once again.
Wren: But if he fails again, he needs to fired immediately! The hit we take in the media until then is on you, Butcher!
Butcher: Fine. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to make an announcement in front of all the fans. This should not take
very long.
Commissioner Butcher gets up from his chair and leaves the office in order to go to ringside for a special announcement.
As the door closes behind him, Wren Chesney gives her husband VCR as devilish look. She then speaks up to the rest of the
Board.
Wren: Good. Now that he’s gone for the moment, I want to discuss with you all my displeasure of him being the
Commissioner of the PWA.
The scene fades out as Mrs. Chesney begins to give the Board of Directors the riot act on reasons why The Butcher
should no long be the Commissioner.
Nighthawk vs Dante Noilearth
Written by: Okori
Ring Announcer Layne Marshall: “This next contest is scheduled for one fall with a 60-minute time limit. The referee for
this match is Sasha Brown.”
(The arena begins to flash purple, pink and blue as "Gold Lion" By The Yeah Yeah Yeah's starts to play, 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, he slowly steps out as a spot light shines on him, the music kicks in and
the light begin to flash unaccountably as walks down to the ring, he rolls under the ropes and then makes his way mid
center, here the a spotlight beams down on him as he spins around with his arms outstretched, he then stops tilting his
sunglasses forward looking down the ramp for his opponent.)
Franks: Dante Noilearth is looking to avenge an earlier loss to Nighthawk, Ray.
Quadros: He's improved his game since that time, Carl. He is one half of the Tag Team Champions after all.
(As Dante stares at the ramp, the lights dim slowly over the arena as the opening instrumentation of "Leave You Far
Behind" by Lunatic Calm plays over the arena's soundspeakers. Walking through the ringside curtain Nighthawk walks to
the ring with a wide smile on his face, shaking hands with fans all the way through his entrance with the PWA Light
Heavyweight Title over his shoulder. Climbing into the ring Nighthawk walks across the top strand of rope about halfway
before jumping into the ring where he quickly goes to a corner and crouches down, focusing on his game plan.)
Layne Marshall: “Ladies and Gentlemen in the corner to my immediate left… from Chicago, Illinois weighing in at 229
pounds… Representing Wing Zero he is 1\2 of the PWA Tag Team Champions…. “The Casanova Punk” Dante Noilearth!”
(As Dante steps into the middle of the ring, taking off his jacket and sunglasses and handing them to the ringside
attendant, blue, purple, and pink streamers fly into the ring as the crowd chants “Dante” and “Wing Zero” in unison.)
Layne Marshall: “His opponent…. Also from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in tonight at 185 pounds. Representan Los
Hell Brothers… He is the current PWA Light Heavyweight Champion… “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk!”
(As Nighthawk steps out of his corner, raising one finger above his head, the crowd literally showers the ring with blue
and white streamers as the crowd chants “Nighthawk” and “Best in the World”.)
Quadros: Maybe best Light Heavyweight but nobody likes a small man!
Franks: Nighthawk can handle guys bigger than him. I know he could handle you without any problem.
(As Nighthawk and Dante remain in their corners, each appearing to be going over the final stages of their respective
game plans, the bell rings causing them both to get to their feet and walk toward the center of the ring where they shake
hands. Grinning as he bounces on the balls of his feet looking for an opening as Dante does the same by getting into a low
crouch, Nighthawk shoots in low and tries to pick an ankle but comes out instead gets himself locked in a waistlock by the
“Casanova Punk”. Interlocking his fingers tight Dante tries to turn himself over and take the Light Heavyweight Champion
down to the mat, an attempt that Dante goes after by gritting his teeth and using all of his strength to push the “Wrestling
Machine” down to a sitting position and then over onto his stomach. Floating up Dante seems to think about paintbrushing
Nighthawk on the back of the head but instead applies a front headlock, clearly trying to slow down the pace of the match
and use his weight and strength advantage.)
Franks: Right now Dante Noilearth seems to be matching the Champion but he finds himself in a bad position right now.
Quadros: He can get free though.
(Cinching in the headlock tight the “Casanova Punk” tries to inch his forearm down to cover the neck and jaw of
Nighthawk, a gambit which Sasha Brown watches very carefully to make sure that Dante doesn’t try to sneak his forearm
across the carotid artery. But as Dante continues to hold onto the front headlock, trying to slow the pace down almost to a
crawl, Nighthawk places the flat of his palm on the mat almost as a guide to figure out where he is and tries to belly out of
the headlock and back to a seated position, although Dante blocks this by simply flipping over into a bridging neck vice before
looking to apply an inverted Japanese stranglehold. But as the Wing Zero member looks to finish up applying the
stranglehold by wrapping Nighthawk’s arms around his own neck the “Wrestling Machine” pushes up to his feet and hits a
tilt-a-whirl armdrag, shooting in to pick up the tempo and pace of the match only to run right into another front headlock.)
Quadros: Serves Nighthawk right for being so arrogant and not giving his opponent credit.
(Quite clearly having made the decision to slow the match down as much as he possibly can the “Casanova Punk” goes
back to the front headlock, cinching in tight as he does so to make sure that the Light Heavyweight Champion feels the full
pressure that he can. Wrapping his arms together in a cross-armed grip Dante looks down to see where he is and hits a leg
trip, floating upwards to the top of Nighthawk’s head once the “Wrestling Machine” hits the mat before applying a front
facelock from that position. But the Light Heavyweight Champion quickly stands up to his feet while still in the facelock and
loosens Dante’s grip by lfiting up the toe of his boot and pulling apart Dante’s fingers that way and then doing a deep knee
bend to get out of the hold altogether, quickly hitting a backflip into a satellite headscissors and flipping up to his feet into a
wraparound armdrag before straightening his neck out. Clearly trying to quicken the pace Nighthawk grabs a knucklelock
and walks backwards up the top rope before springboarding into a hurricanrana which sends Dante to the outside of the
ring.)
Franks: Nice lucha libre move there by Nighthawk to show how well rounded he is!
Quadros: Quit being so biased!
Franks: You're always biased!
Quadros: No I'm not! I just call it like I see it!
(Walking out there to come up with his thoughts Dante slides back underneath the bottom rope and into the ring,
grabbing a side headlock to once again try and keep the pace slow and deliberate. Moving himself into the center of their ring
the “Casanova Punk” switches up into a two-handed cravate, trying to weaken the muscles in the neck by applying as many
holds to this body part as he can think of. But as Dante tries to hit a sit-out facebuster out of the cravate the Light
Heavyweight Champion spins out of it and goes for a wheelbarrow armdrag, only to get caught and hit with a wheelbarrow
suplex. Keeping the advantage Dante picks up Nighthawk by the hair and fires off a pair of discus elbows to the side of the
head followed by a short-range lariat and then a bridging crossed-arm German suplex for a 2-count, which he quickly rolls
forward into a camel clutch. Pulling back tight on the camel clutch Dante leans forward and applies a cravate while still in the
camel clutch, bending the back of the “Wrestling Machine” in an almost-unnatural angle. Screaming out in pain Nighthawk
reaches out his fingers desperately in the general direction of the ropes, finding them after an almost Herculean effort.)
Franks: What effort by Nighthawk to find those ropes!
Quadros: He's lucky we aren't counting rope breaks here!
(Letting the Light Heavyweight Champion slowly get back to his feet Dante hits a high-angle Saito suplex, which he
follows up with a rolling neck snap and then a soccer kick to the face. Continuing to center his attack on the head the
“Casanova Punk” pulls up Nighthawk to his feet and fires off a running boot to the side of the head before hitting a textbook
snap DDT, which he rolls through into a front guillotine choke. But as the “Wrestling Machine” gets to his feet and counters
the guillotine choke by pushing the loose grip of Dante away he goes for a step-up hurricanrana and is quickly caught with a
Tiger Bomb for a 2-count. Climbing to the second turnbuckle on the inside Dante measures a now clearly worn-down
Nighthawk and hits a guillotine legdrop on the back of the neck, following this up with a short elbowdrop to pretty much the
same spot. Pulling up the Light Heavyweight Champion by the hair the “Casanova Punk” hits him with a short forearm to
the gut and follows it up with an elevated cross-armed Ace Crusher, spiking Nighthawk right on the top of his head.)
Franks: Dante Noilearth with a nasty move there! The Champion is in trouble!
(Quickly calling for the end of the match Dante climbs up to the top rope and looks back to judge the distance before
going for the floating moonsault he calls the Anagram, only to see Nighthawk move out of the way at the last second forcing
the “Casanova Punk” to over-compensate by landing on his feet and walking right into a palm strike which echoes all
throughout the arena before the “Wrestling Machine” collapses to the mat face-first in a combination of pain and exhaustion.
Slowly struggling to his feet Nighthawk blinks his eyes a few times trying to clear the cobwebs before quickly retaking his
advantage in speed by hitting a quick basement dropkick on Dante as the Wing Zero member tries to get to his feet.
Exhorting the crowd to cheer along with him the Light Heavyweight Champion gets to his feet and hits a step-up
hurricanrana followed by a springboard split-legged moonsault.)
Franks: Oh!
(But as Nighthawk goes back up to the top Dante works his way out of the way, but the “Wrestling Match” counters with
a STO right into a Hangman’s Clutch. Cinching back tight on the hold Nighthawk is looking for the end! Dante Noilearth is
reaching for the ropes but he's in no position to get to them! He tries to power out but it isn't happening! Dante Noilearth is
left with the only option of tapping out, which he does!)
Franks: What a match here but Nighthawk gets the victory.
Quadros: Good showing by Dante Noilearth. I expect him to be a major player in the Light Heavyweight Division in the
future.
Butcher Hates Fat People
Written by: Neil
“Nutshell” by Alice in Chains begins to play and the Commissioner begins to make his way down to the ring. The PWA
fans of San Diego give The Butcher a nice ovation as he steps into the ring and asks for a microphone. Layne Marshall passes
the Commissioner the stick and Mr. Cortez waits patiently for the crowd to quiet down. He has something important to say.
Butcher: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Violation 13! Tonight is the last event of the year for
PWA and I hope the wrestlers in the back put on a pay-per-view quality show that we can be proud of. Usually they do not
disappoint. But right now I want to get down to business and make something official. Shaun Andrews made the challenge to
any and all light heavyweights in PWA to battle him in a Stairway to X match. Since then a handful of wrestlers have stepped
up to the challenge while Mr. Andrews decided to duck out for personal reasons.
The crowd has a mixed reaction to the news of Shaun Andrews’ departure. The Butcher shrugs his shoulders as if there
was nothing he could do about it.
The Butcher: While Mr. Andrews decided to trash our Light Heavyweight Division on the way out the door, I’ve seen
some competitive fire burning in the eyes of the light heavyweights backstage. They want to prove him wrong and show the
world that PWA has the best light heavyweights in the world. At the first Violation of 2008 we will start a Light Heavyweight
Tournament to determine a new #1 Contender for the Championship belt that Nighthawk currently holds. And as a preview
of the action we will see starting in January, tonight’s Stairway to X match winner will receive a FIRST ROUND BYE in the
upcoming tournament. That means tonight’s winner in the main event will be one step closer to that title match with
Nighthawk at Apotheosis.
All of a sudden “Surfacing” by Slipknot begins to play, drawing some ire to the Commissioner’s eyes as he looks up the
entrance ramp. Out walks the former Atlantic Champion, Jason Sandman, with a look of disgust on his face. The big man
lumbers his way down to the ring and slides in. He asks for a microphone in an unpleasant tone and is quickly given one.
Jason Sandman: Butcher! I want MY Atlantic Title now!
The Butcher: Your title? If I remember correctly I have it in my possession after I stripped it from Reckless Jack.
Sandman: It’s fucking my title! He cheated to beat me at Redemption! The drug test proves it! He’s a god damn cheater
like Roger Clemens!
The Butcher: That test result is to be disputed for now. Until Reckless Jack’s next test result comes in, I am holding up
the Atlantic Championship.
Sandman: This is bullshit. Fine then let me in the Stairway to X match tonight.
The Butcher: I don’t think you’re under 230-pound, Jason.
The crowd starts to chuckle a little bit as Jason Sandman looks himself over. He does not seem amused.
Sandman: Big boned, asshole. You got a problem with big boned people, Butcher? Admit it! You hate fat people!
The Butcher: You’re full of it Sandman. I enjoy the presence of our larger fans out there. And if you have a problem
with that, then I suggest you take it up with the biggest PWA fan we’ve got around these parts.
Jason Sandman looks out towards the crowd, some of which are calling him out for a fight. Mostly heavy set people
wanting to fight Sandman. He says he’ll kick all their asses. Then all of a sudden there’s a “Ho! Ho! Ho!” heard over the audio
system. Jason Sandman looks up towards the entrance ramp and is not amused one bit. Here comes Santa Claus down to
ringside.
Franks: Look, Ray! It’s Santa Clause.
Quadros: Oh shut up! Santa Clause is fake! Sorry kids but your parents are liars!
Jason Sandman start jawing with Santa Clause as The Butcher hands St. Nick his microphone then stands clear.
Sandman: You can’t be serious! Get the hell out of my ring, jerk off. Go back to the unemployment line you perverted
piece of shit.
Santa Clause: Ho! Ho! Ho! Jason Sandman! Your mouth is going to get you in trouble some day.
Sandman: Not today!
Jason Sandman then bumps into Santa Clause to intimidate him, drawing an “oh!” from the crowd.
Santa Clause: Ho! Ho! Ho! Sandman you’ve been a naughty boy this year! You’re going to get a bar of soap for
Christmas to clean out your mouth.
Sandman: And you’re going to get an ass kicking for Christmas!
Before Jason Sandman can do anything, Santa kicks him in the midsection and grabs him by the head! He runs towards
the ropes and bounces off, hitting Reckless Jack’s Untitled Finale!! The crowd pops loudly as Jason Sandman has been laid
out in the ring by Santa Clause! Santa then rips his beard off and throws it into the crowd, showing himself to be Reckless
Jack! The Butcher nods towards Jack and then calls for security. Jack doesn’t put up a fight at all as he goes with
Hammerfist Security, gaining nothing but cheers from the crowd.
Franks: Reckless Jack is here tonight, Ray!
Quadros: Isn’t he supposed to be suspended? Get him out of here Butcher!
Don't Shoot the Messenger
Written by: Jay
Ace Wylde is walking towards his locker room, when he bumps into PWA road agent Kevin Justice. The two men stare
at each other, before sharing a hearty handshake. Justice pats Ace on the back, smiling.
Justice: "I'm glad I caught you, Ace. I was told to give you a message from a certain someone. I'm sure you can gather
who it is."
Ace shrugs, but nods nonetheless.
Ace: "I'm sure I can. So what is this message?"
Justice clears his throat briefly.
Justice: "This person said, and I quote 'Be prepared for a world class ass-whooping tonight. Be prepared to go home
crying. Be prepared to be read your last rites, for tonight, you'll be stunned.' I believe those were the words."
Ace stares at Justice for a few moments, silent. Then, he begins to laugh. Justice's eyebrows furrow in confusion.
Justice: "What's so funny, Ace?"
Ace calms himself down so that he can speak.
Ace: "If that crackerjack thinks that he's got something on me, he's out of his goddamned mind. I'll show him. I'll show
them all. Nobody messes with the Night Rider."
Ace stops smiling, getting in Justice's face.
Ace: "No one."
Ace walks off, out of the camera range. Justice brushes himself off, staring in the direction Ace walked off in.
Justice: "That's fine, Ace, but don't be pissed at me! I'm only the messenger!"
Justice turns around and walks off as the scene returns to the ring.
Haven't Seen Him
Written by: Nathan & Danny
Chris is sitting in his locker room, in silence, with his head bowed. His bag is sitting at his feet and he's still wearing his
street clothes. Miranda Buck walks into the picture and she takes a seat next to Chris.
Miranda Buck: Any luck?
Chris Wilkins: No..
Miranda Buck: After I found out what happened, I tried looking for Jessi, too.
Chris Wilkins: I look all over the arena. I hunted and hunted for her. I can't find her. I was even at JJ's locker room. It
hasn't been touched, he hasn't even been in there. No one has seen him, Bourne, or Jessi. I don't know what to do.
Miranda Buck: You'll find her, Chris.
Chris Wilkins: I need to look some more.
Miranda Buck: But you said you looked everywhere?
Chris Wilkins: But it won't hurt to look some more.
Miranda Buck: But you still have to wrestle tonight. Don't you think you should be getting ready for that match?
Chris Wilkins: How can I get ready for the match? I'm not even sure if I can compete tonight, Miranda. I want to make
sure Jessi is safe. At this point I don't care about the match or any title shots that could follow if I won the match. All I care
about is making sure Jessi is okay. That's it.
Chris gets to his feet and he leaves the locker room to look for Jessi again. Miranda sighs as the scene fades to a
commercial break.
Ryan Shane vs JJ Biggs
Written by: Nathan
Layne Marshall: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Allen Park, Michigan and
weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds. He is “Someday” Ryan Shane!
Ryan Shane comes out from the backstage area and he makes his way down to the ring. He slaps a few hands on his
way down and he eventually reaches the bottom of the ramp. He slides into the ring and he walks to an empty corner as he
awaits his opponent.
Marshall: Introducing his opponent, hailing from Miami, Florida and weighing in at two hundred and ninety-three
pounds. He is “The Featured Attraction” JJ Biggs!
"Voices" by Disturbed hits the speaker system as the crowd stands up and rains down a chorus of boos! The curtain
brushes aside and JJ Biggs walks out onto the top of the stage. He slaps his chest with his right hand a couple of times before
making a fist and raising it above his head. He continues walking down the stage and he climbs onto the apron. Biggs steps
over the top rope and he goes to the ropes and once again raises a fist over his head as the boos grow louder. He takes off his
t-shirt and he acts as if he's going to throw it into the crowd, but instead he drops it in a corner.
Franks: It’s obvious that Michael Bourne is missing from ringside. I don’t think Bourne would be out here anyway since
he’s in a wheelchair, but I’m sure he had to stay backstage to keep an eye on Jessi Colter, whom Biggs kidnapped earlier in
the show.
Quadros: See? Bourne isn’t as useless as people say he is!
The bell rings. Biggs doesn’t waste any time at all as he charges forward and he nails Shane with a Clothesline. Shane
gets back to his feet and he walks forward and Biggs catches him with a Powerslam. Biggs runs towards the ropes and he
comes back with a huge Leg Drop. Biggs rolls over into the lateral press as the referee counts: 1.…………..2.…KICK OUT!
Biggs quickly maneuvers around and he grabs a handful of Shane’s hair. He pulls Shane’s head off the mat and he starts
nailing him with a series of right hands. The referee comes in and he starts his five count and Biggs lays off of Shane at the
count of four. Biggs gets to his feet and he walks over to the ropes and he raises a closed fist over his head, which causes the
crowd to erupt with loud booing.
Quadros: These fans love Biggs!
Franks: Oh, yeah, as much as I like fruit cake.
Quadros: Quiet, you’re a fruit cake.
Biggs has a smile on his face as he turns around and he walks over to Shane. He grabs a handful of Ryan’s hair and he
goes to pull him up, but Ryan catches Biggs off guard with a roll up: 1.………….2.….KICK OUT! Biggs quickly gets to his feet
and he has a look of pure shock on his face as he looks over at Ryan Shane, who is slowly getting to his feet. Biggs charges
forward, this time with anger, looking for another Clothesline, but Shane manages to duck and avoid it this time. Biggs turns
around and Shane nails him with a beautiful Dropkick that sends Biggs stumbling back into the corner. Shane gets to his feet
and he charges in with a Spear in the corner. Biggs stumbles out after that and Shane runs up behind him and he takes him
down with a Bulldog. Shane quickly exit’s the ring onto the apron and he climbs to the top rope. Without hesitating, Shane
jumps off nailing a Frogsplash, which he calls the Muru Splash. Shane goes for the pinfall attempt as the referee counts:
1.…………2.………KICK OUT!
Franks: Ryan Shane almost beat JJ Biggs right then and there! I think Biggs needs to realize that he’s in the ring with
someone who is more than capable of beating him.
Quadros: Capable of beating him? Ha! Shane couldn’t beat Biggs if JJ had his hands tied behind his back!
Franks: Well, he almost beat him right there!
Shane quickly gets to his feet and he runs off the ropes. He comes back with a snap Elbow Drop. Shane is to his feet
again and he runs off the ropes, coming back with yet another snap Elbow Drop. The crowd is starting to get behind Shane as
he gets to his feet and he grabs the legs of Biggs and he starts to lock in the Figure Four, but Biggs comes alive and he kicks
Shane in the rear, which sends Shane flying through the middle rope to the outside. This allows Biggs the time he needs to
recover after getting hit with a flurry of moves from Shane. By the time Biggs gets to his feet, Shane has made his way back
into the ring. Shane charges forward, and Biggs takes the given opportunity to simply nail Shane with a Superkick right
between the eyes.
Quadros: Rookie mistake.
Franks: How was that a rookie mistake? The boot came out of nowhere.
Quadros: He should have saw it coming, I did.
Biggs grabs a handful of Shane’s hair and he pulls him up to his feet. Biggs grabs Shane’s wrist and he goes to Irish Whip
him into the ropes, but instead he doesn’t let go and he pulls Shane back in for a Clothesline. Biggs pulls Shane up and this
time he does send him into the ropes. He bends forward and he goes for a Back Body Drop, but Shane stops and he kicks
Biggs in the face. Shane then grabs Biggs and he takes him down with a Jawbreaker. Shane with yet another pinfall attempt
as the referee counts: 1.…………..2.………..KICK OUT!
Franks: Another near fall on Biggs! Shane is showing a lot!
Quadros: Meh!
Shane gets to his feet and he waits for Biggs to get up on his own. Once both men are up, they start trading blows. This
ends up being a mistake on Shane’s part, as the much bigger Biggs blocks one of Shane’s punches and he goes off with a
series of his own. Biggs backs Shane up into the ropes and then he sends him across the ring with an Irish Whip. Shane
comes back and Biggs grabs him and launches him overhead with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Biggs goes for the pinfall as the
referee counts: 1.………..2.…………KICK OUT!
Franks: Near fall!
Quadros: Indeed.
Biggs gets to his feet and he pulls Shane up to a vertical base, as well. Biggs goes for a right hand, but somehow Shane
blocks it. Shane lunges forward with a Clothesline, but Biggs ducks under it. Shane turns around and Biggs kicks him in the
midsection. Shane doubles-over and Biggs grabs his head, lifts him up, and he drops him onto the mat with the Biggs Implant!
Franks: This match is over!
Biggs gets to his feet and he has a cocky smile on his face. The crowd reaction changes from boos, to cheers as Chris
Wilkins comes running down the ramp. Biggs looks towards the ramp and he sees Chris. Wilkins slides under the ring and he
tackles Biggs to the ground! The referee signals for the bell, giving Biggs the win by disqualification, as Chris goes off on
Biggs with a series of rights and lefts! Biggs is trying his best to block them, but he’s not having much luck.
Franks: It’s Chris Wilkins!
Quadros: What the hell is he doing out here?
Franks: Biggs kidnapped Jessi earlier and Chris wants to get her back!
The referee is trying his best to pull Chris off Biggs. It’s not working too well. But Chris eventually gets off on his own.
He grabs a handful of Biggs’ hair and he manages to pull the much bigger man to his feet. He tries to send Biggs into the
ropes, but Biggs comes alive and he reverses it, sending Chris flying into the ropes. Biggs goes for a Clothesline, but Chris
ducks under it. Chris stops and as soon as Biggs turns around, he jumps up and nails him with a Dropkick. Biggs is stunned
as he rolls out of the ring. He leans on the barricade as he’s trying to catch his breath. He turns around and Chris slingshots
himself over the top rope and he takes Biggs down with a Flying Crossbody.
Franks: Biggs may have defeated Ryan Shane via disqualification, but he doesn’t look like the victor right now.
Quadros: Chris only got the advantage because JJ just worked a match!
Biggs crawls his way over to the announce table and he uses it to pull himself up. He gets up and Chris nails him with
another right hand. Chris goes for another, but Biggs blocks it and he nails Chris with a right of his own. Biggs then throws
Marshall out of his chair and he folds it up. Biggs has the chair and Chris launches the chair back in Biggs’ face with a
Roundhouse Kick. Biggs hits the floor like a sack of bricks. Chris gets down in Biggs’ face and he starts repeatedly asking
him: “Where is she?”
Franks: Biggs would be best served answering the man.
Chris never gets an answer, so instead he grabs Biggs and he starts to pull him up once again, but Biggs comes to live
and he nails Chris with a low blow. Biggs grabs the chair and he gets to his feet. He raises it above his head, then he swings it
and cracks Chris in the skull with it. Biggs drops the chair and he leaves Chris lying there as he hobbles around the ring and
he goes as fast as he can up the ramp. He’s holding onto his forehead the entire way after taking that chair shot.
Franks: Biggs managed to get away, leaving Chris in front of our announce table.
Quadros: That’s why Biggs is “The Featured Attraction!”
A Matter of Fairness
Written by: Neil
Commissioner Butcher’s role inside the company continues to be assaulted behind his back. Whether it’s certain
wrestlers who feel he has an ax to grind or management that wants to make a power-play, the Commissioner once again is
being called into question. Wren Chesney just couldn’t help herself with all of the Board of Director members here. And she
definitely couldn’t help herself once she was alone in a room with all of them. While The Butcher goes about PWA business to
keep Violation running smoothly, Mrs. Chesney has been tearing him a new one amongst her piers. Obviously she’s never
heard of compassion during the holiday season.
Wren Chesney sits there at the table with a malicious grin over her face while her good for nothing bean-counter
husband, VCR, plays along while he clean his spectacles. Mrs. Chesney starts to become animated and more boisterous with
each claim, almost to the point where the closed steel door cannot even hold her contempt for the Commissioner inside the
sealed room.
Wren: My case is clear my fellow members. The Butcher has been playing favorites since he landed in his golden
parachute position. He has gone out of his way to stonewall any competition for the PWA Heavyweight Championship so he
can keep his buddy Jostrodomus at the top. Shaun Andrews called him out on this and where is Andrews now? He’s gone
from PWA! Butcher let go of a top performer because he spoke up against this travesty. Meanwhile he keeps drug addicts
like Reckless Jack and Chris Cypher employed because they’re too stoned to know they are being screwed over by their
Commissioner! He has hired good friend Maelstrom as a road agent and we all know that’s a worthless position!
Daz: A worthless position for a worthless turd of a man that’s sleeping with my mum!
The room gets a collective shiver of disgust over this revelation that Maelstrom enjoys shagging a woman twice his age
in Mum Van Dyke.
Wren: Yes, The Butcher has taken away Jason Sandman’s first amendment rights by having his mouth taped shut a
couple weeks ago. He hired his own wife!…his own wife as a lead photographer when her skills are crap! But I all ready
disposed of her. The Butcher has used his position to injure and maim a former rival in Terminus by putting him in a Butch
Match. Thankfully our new Heavyweight Champion was not injured too severely in that match. Am I making myself clear
members of the board? The Butcher is not fit to be the Commissioner of the PWA!
All of a sudden there is some clapping heard over by the doorway. The board members turn around and find The
Butcher standing there clapping. Wren Chesney does not seem amused and neither is the Commissioner.
The Butcher: Excellent speech, Wren. You make a convincing case.
Wren: Of course I do! You are using your position to pursue your own perverted goals! You’re doing it tonight as well!
The Butcher: Oh?
Wren: Yes, the lumberjack match. Once again you are caught red handed trying to take care of your friends and put the
odds in Jostrodomus’ favor. It is obvious you’re only involved so you can get as many free shots as you can on Terminus for
ruining your Butch Match at Redemption!
The Butcher: That’s an interesting fabrication, Wren. How nice of you to twist this situation into your own needs. I am a
lumber jack in this match for one reason and one reason only and that’s to make sure Gundan RTO does not ruin our
co-main event for the last event of the year. But maybe you all ready knew that, Wren. After all, you and your husband
there have been cozying yourselves up with Terminus and Gundan RTO.
Wren: You lie!
The Butcher: And you’re full of shi—
Ms. Rutherford: Oh dear!
Demitre Lionheart: Whoa now, hold up right there, Butcher. There’s no reason for us to use profanity here. If there is a
question about this match then I have a solution.
The Butcher turns his sneer away from Wren Chesney as he appears to be interested in this solution that Mr. Lionheart
is speaking of.
The Butcher: What is the solution to the lumberjack issue?
Demitre Lionheart: Quite simple actually. The only way to ensure no funny business goes down is to have a special guest
referee.
Wren: Special guest referee? Who would want that job?
Demitre Lionheart: Me!
The Board of Directors seem a bit shocked over this revelation as Demitre Lionheart sits there in his chair, sure of
himself. The Butcher ponders this request as he makes his way back over to the head of the desk. He sits down again and
straightens out the small stack of papers in front of him.
The Butcher: I suppose you are qualified to fill this position, Demitre. With your experience as a pro wrestler, I think you
would make a fine special guest referee. Does anybody object?
The Butcher shoots Wren Chesney and VCR a look of contempt.
Wren: I have no problem with this.
Daz Van Dyke: Wow, you two finally agree on something. Maybe you two should get married.
VCR’s eyes bug out of his head over that comment but he remains quiet. Wren and Butcher are not pleased by that
comment.
The Butcher: All right then, Demitre. There are no objections so I guess you’re the special guest referee tonight for the
Ace Wylde vs. Jostrodomus match. I think you should go get ready because that match is going to start shortly. I know I’ll be
looking forward to it.
Wren: As will I.
Lumber Jack Match
Jostrodomus vs Ace Wylde
Written by: Andrew
(Fade in to a shot of Terminus, along with his High Priestess, on one side of the ring, while Maelstrom and Butcher glare
at the couple on the opposite end. Butcher loudly informs Natalie that her services as a lumberjack aren't required; rolling his
eyes, Terminus whispers something in Natalie's ear, and then watches as she reluctantly departs. Standing in the middle of
the ring is none other than Demitre Lionheart, who smiles imperiously as he awaits the entrance of the two competitors.)
Franks: What a match we have in store right now. The former world champion is taking on the largest competitor in the
federation in a lumberjack match, and, to make things even more chaotic, the lumber jacks involved in the match are none
other than Ace's partner, Dan Manheim, the world champion, Terminus; along with Joz's good friends, The PWA
Commisioner himself, and Maelstrom.
Quadros: Yeah, given the amount of hatred involved, you know things are going to get ugly at some point.
("Planet Hell" by Nightwish begins to play as the crowd begins a unanimous roar of boos. Dan Manheim comes out first,
in his signature attire. He stops at the head of the ramp, turning around, and watches Ace Wylde rise up from underneath
the ramp, wearing his signature attire, plus a black duster and Resistol. Both men meet at the ramp and begin walking down
to the ring together. Ace approaches the ring, stares directly into the ring as he approaches, looking at no one and nothing
else. Wylde then climbs over the top rope, and takes off his duster as his tag team partner makes his way to ringside.
("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 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 before the
match starts.)
* DING DING! *
(The two participants attempt to stare one another down as they meet in ring center; Joz smirks and unleashes a series
of insults at his larger rival. Ace's lips twist into a snarl as he responds by stepping forward and pie-facing the Number One
Stunner with the palm of his hand. Joz takes a step back and chuckles slightly before belting his opponent with a hard
forearm shiver to the jaw...and then a second...and a third. Joz then attempts to whip his larger opponent into the ropes, only
to have the move reversed by the seven-footer; Ace then waits for his opponent to hurtle toward him, then bends down and
sends his opponent flying with a back body drop. Joz crashes hard to the mat, and Ace is quick to apply the first cover:
1...2...Kick out with authority. Undaunted, Ace simply hauls his opponent to his feet by the arm, and pulls him into a wicked
short-arm clothesline. Another cover: 1...2...th- Another kick out! Looking a bit perturbed that his opponent was able to kick
out so quickly, Ace immediatly assumes the mount, and rains down a series of hard right hands as his partner, and The
World Champion cheer him on. Ace then drags his opponent to his feet, and whips his opponent into the ropes before
charging forward into an attempted spear. However, the Number One Stunner is able to leap frog over his rival, and then
bounces off the ropes, and proceeds to nail the bigger man with a running dropkick that propels The Dark Demon over the
top rope, and to the arena floor below!)
Franks: Great move by Joz to turn the momentum of this match in his favor!
Quadros: Yeah, and it's a good thing that he did, because he was taking a king-sized beating during the first couple of
minutes!
(Ace slowly shakes off the the effects of the fall, and then realizes that he's in the wrong part of town when he sees The
Butcher and Maelstron staring at him with slight smiles on their faces. The Butcher tries to roll his opponent back into the
ring; Ace responds by shoving him roughly away and then telling Cortez to "keep his hands off of him". In fact, Wylde is so
intent upon making this point that he fails to notice that Joz is looming over him; Joz makes him pay by vaulting over the top
rope, and directly onto his back, driving him face first onto the arena floor!)
*HUGE HIGH RISK MOVE POP!*
(Butcher checks on Joz's condition, while Maelstrom rolls the larger man into the ring, meanwhile, Terminus and
Manheim angrily make their way over to where Butcher and Maelstrom stand, and demand that they toss Joz back into the
ring. Joz, though, is in good enough shape to roll into the ring on his own- but not before spitting in the direction of the man
who dethroned him to become world champion! Turning his attention back to his opponent, Joz picks him up by the hair, and
then spikes him back down into a hard ddt! The Number One Stunner pops back to his feet, and then climbs to the back of
the rope before sailing off with a legdrop that connects with the back of his opponent's head just as he begins to rise. With a
slight smile in the direction of Terminus, he then applies a cover: 1....2....Kick out! Shrugging, Joz hauls the Dark Demon
back to his feet, and then shows some impressive power by taking him over with a snap suplex, before floating over for
another cover; 1...2...Another Kick out! Joz glares at Demitre, who simply glares back in response. The Number One Stunner
looks like he's just about had enough of Ace, and decides that the best way to get rid of him is by kicking his feet down his
throat. With that in mind, he proceeds to launch himself into his world-famous superkick....)
*ANTICIPATION POP!*
Franks: NUFF SAID!!!
( Only to have his opponent block the kick in mid-air, and then pull him into a ferocious belly-to-belly suplex that sends
the Number One Stunner flying over the top rope, and to the arena floor. Joz lies gasping for breath on the outside; his
condition is not helped on bit when Terminus hops onto the guard rail, and flies off into a brilliant moonsault that connects
squarely against his opponent's chest! As the crowd rains down boos, Manheim adds to Joz's misery by hoisting him into a
military press, and then proceeds to drop him throat first across the guard rail. By this time, a livid Butcher and Malestrom
have made their way over; for his part, Demitre seems a little non-plussed as he issues the count. As Terminus and Butcher
start to bicker, and exchange shoves as Manheim roughly rolls Jostrodomus back into the squared circle. Ace scoops his
stricken foe off the mat, and drives him back down with a hard scoop slam, before returning the favor from ealier in the
match with a legdrop delivered from the second rope. With the hint of a smirk playing across his face, Ace then hauls Joz to
his feet, and then proceeds to blast him with HIS version of the superkick that he calls Seein' Black!)
*UNGODLY HEEL POP!*
Quadros: Hah! Jostrodomus isn't the only wrestler who can throw a nasty superkick!
(Ace's smirk grows just a little wider as he applies a cover: 1....2.....THREEEENOOO!!Joz Kicked out at
2.999999999!!!!!!Ace springs to his feet, and immediately gets in Demitre Lionheart's face, arguing with him about the speed of
the count while poking the special guest referee in the chest. Demitre's eyes flare up with anger, and he delivers a
two-handed shove that sends the big man stumbling backward- directly into a rollup by the Number One Stunner! Cover!
1....2....Kick Out! The two men scramble to their feet at roughly the same time; Ace tries to decapitate his foe with a brutal
lariat, but Joz ducks, and takes him down with a backslide for another pin attempt: 1...2....Ace manages to do a back
somersault to escape, and nails Joz with a ferocious knee lift just as the latter rises to his feet! Not wasting a moment, Ace
reaches out, and takes Joz down with the Night Rider! Another cover: 1...2....THREE!NO! SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST
MOMENT!)
Franks: Ace has thrown everything but the kitchen sink at Joz but just can't find the move that can put this match
away!
Quadros: Well, he's signaled for the Forever Knight...and if he hits this, the match WILL be finished!
(Wylde does indeed hoist the Number One Stunner onto his shoulders, and swings him around, hoping to his his TKO
finisher. However, Joz somehow finds the engery to squirm free, and land on his feet; he then counters with a nasty lung
blower that causes his larger opponent's back to arch in sickening fashion! Joz takes a moment to collect himself, and then
waits for his opponent to rise; he then proceeds to clock his opponent with the Nuff Said, and then falls on to of him for the
cover: 1......2.......THREEEEEWAIT!WAIT!FOOT ON THE ROPES! TERMINUS REACHED IN AND PLACED ACE'S FOOT
ON THE BOTTOM CABLE!)
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
Franks: Why, of all the dirty, low-down things....
Quadros: Hey, the champion was merely pointing out that Ace was able to get his foot on the bottom cable!
Franks: You don't seriously believe that, do you!?
Quadros:No...but it sure is fun watching you get so upset when I say stuff like that!
(An understandably livid Joz immediately rolls out of the ring, and charges at his arch-nemesis; Terminus, though simply
takes the Number One Stunner down with a drop toehold, and holds him on the ground while Manheim nails him with a
high-elevation elbow drop. Butcher and Maelstrom then enter the fray; Maelstrom exchanges heavy blows with Manheim
while Butcher and Terminus renew acquiantance with an exchange of punches and forearms. Joz looks like he wants
another piece of Terminus; but fails to notice that Ace has recovered, and has rolled out of the ring behind him. Wylde makes
him pay for this lapse in concentration by nailing him with the Seein' Red Yakuza Kick to the back of the head. Ace then rolls
his opponent back into the the ring, and applies another cover: 1.....2.....NO! FOOT ON THE ROPES!)
*FIGHTING SPIRIT POP!*
(Ace looks to be just about beside himself as he bickers again with Demitre about the speed of the count. After arguing
for a minute or so, Ace finally rolls his eyes, and makes his way back to his stricken opponent. Ace proceeds to set his
opponent up for the Night Rifer, only to have Joz shove him off at the very last moment. Ace bounces off the ropes, and tries
to take Joz's head off with another Super Kick; Joz, though, avoids the attack, and then sets his opponent up for the #1
Stunna! Ace, though, blocks this attempt, and then tries to whip his opponent into the nearest corner. Joz, though reverses
this move, and sends Ace crashing direcetly into an unsuspecting Demitre's path! Lionheart slumps into the corner, and Joz
proceeds to grab his opponent from behind, and lift him into the Joz-Breaker! Ace lets out a cry of agony, and seems like he's
about to give up, while Butch and Malestrom do their best to restrain Terminus and Manheim from interfering. ..)
*OMG, NOT AGAIN HEEL POP!*
(Out of nowhere, Natalie re-appears, and, sure enough, proceeds to bounce off the ropes, and nail Joz with a running
dropkick right where it would hurt the most! Joz slumps to the mat...and Ace falls on top of him, while Natalie exits the ring
with a triumphant smile on her face. Demitre has managed to pull himself together, and drops down to make the cover:
1.......................2.....................NOOOO!!! ANOTHER KICK OUT! Both men remain slumped on the mat, each man gasping for
breath as the crowd lets out a frenzied yell!)
Franks: Natalie Snow is going out of her way to screw over Jostrodomus again! She shouldn't even be out here!
Quadros: She's with Terminus! She has every rght to be out here! The Commissioner shouldn't be here if anything!
Ace Wylde is sucking wind as he tries to regain what little strength he has left. Jostrodomus is getting up himself, using
the ropes with one hand and holding his family jewels with the other. Both men pop up and meet in the middle of the ring
again! Right hand by Joz! Left by Ace! Right by Joz! Left by Ace! Another right! Another left! Right hand by Jostrodomus
rocks Ace back! Another right! Another! Another! Ace is against the ropes and gets whipped off of them. He runs across the
ring and gets collected with a spinebuster! The crowd pops once again!
Franks: Jostrodomus is getting ready for the #1 Stunna!
As he picks up Ace Wylde and puts him in position for the #1 Stunna. OH!! There's shock throughout the arena as
referee Demitre Lionheart puts a chop block to the knees of Jostrodomus! Terminus gets a big smile under his mask as
Commissioner Butcher questions what Demitre is doing! Before Jostrodomus can even figure out who hit him from behind,
Ace Wylde uses whatever he has left in the tank to snap Joz down with his Night Rider finisher! The crowd boos heavily as
Ace makes the cover and Demitre Lionheart goes down for the count...1...2...3!!! DING DING DING!!
Franks: What the Hell just happened?! Demitre Lionheart took out Jostrodomus!
Quadros: That's not what I saw! There was no malicious intent!
The crowd continues to boo as "Driven" kicks back up and Demitre holds Ace Wylde's hand in the air. "Bullshit! Bullshit!
Bullshit!" is being chanted as Ace Wylde celebrates with Dan Manheim. While the Commissioner begins walking backstage
with Demitre Lionheart, Terminus has slid into the ring and poses over Jostrodomus with the PWA Heavyweight
Championship over his head.
For Your Own Good
Written by: Jake
The Butcher sits behind his desk sorting through a stack of papers when there is a knock at the door.
Butcher: Come in.
Jake Keeton, dressed in his ring gear enters the office.
Keeton: I got a message that you wanted to see me. What’s up?
The Butcher scratches his chin with a look of concern on his face. He slides his glasses down on his nose.
Butcher: Have a seat Jake.
Keeton sits down and looks puzzled by The Butcher’s behavior.
Jake: So what’s going on?
Butcher: Jake I got a call from your Mom last night.
Keeton lets out a groan.
Jake: Oh damn, sorry man, what did she say?
Butcher: She’s worried about you, as are a lot of people.
Jake: I’m sorry she bothered you. I had a feeling she might try something like this.
Butcher: I’m glad she called, I had noticed a change in you since your first few weeks here.
Jake: What kind of change? What’s going on outside here hasn’t affected my performance except for that one slip up
against Cypher and I’ll get my pay back for that tonight.
Butcher: It hasn’t affected your performance, but it has affected your conditioning, and your timing. You’ve been late for
the last three shows, and your weight seems to be on the rise.
Jake: Yeah I’ve gained a few pounds but I’m still under 230. Where are you going with this?
Butcher: It’s not where I’m going, it’s where you’re going Jake. I’m ordering you into a treatment clinic fro Drug and
Alcohol Abuse begging tomorrow morning.
Jake: You gotta be kidding man, this week is Christmas.
Butcher: I know that, but I’m sure your family will understand, they want you to be alive next Christmas.
Jake: I’m not doing it… not till after Christmas.
Butcher: You are doing it or I will terminate your contract and won’t even allow you to compete here tonight. I’m doing
this for your own good.
Jake just shakes his head and storms out of the office.
Stairway To X Match
ChrisWilkins vs Chris Cypher vs ZEX vs Kaito vs Jake Keeton
Written by: Neil
A top arena view pans down to the ring where four large steel girders are set up around the corners of the ring.
Hanging on top, crisscross-style, are two ropes with a briefcase hanging in the center. Inside that case is the contract for the
First Round Bye in the LH Tournament. The five competitors are all ready in the ring waiting for this match to start. The
referee does his best to keep Chris Wilkins, Zex, Chris Cypher, Kaito, and Jake Keeton apart.
Franks: This is PWA’s first ever Stairway to X match, Ray!
Quadros: And the guy who started it all isn’t even involved. Way to go Butcher.
Referee Sheppard calls for the bell and this match is underway. Right off the bat Kaito jumps up on top of a turnbuckle
to try and win this as quickly as possible but Wilkins grabs him by his trunks and rips him back down to the canvass, wedgie
style. On the other side of the ring Jake Keeton and Chris Cypher are trading blows in a Redemption re-match, something
both said they wouldn’t do. Zex comes over to them both and tries a Three Stooges head knocker but both Cypher and
Keeton kick him low and double vertical suplex him over the top rope to the outside below! After the teamwork they go back
to throwing shots.
Franks: Kaito tried to win this thing without even getting into the match.
Quadros: Nice strategy but Chris Wilkins had other plans.
Wilkins picks up the slightly stunned Kaito and points out to the crowd, who pops for Wilkins. Wilkins bounces Kaito’s
head off a turnbuckle. He then leads him to another turnbuckle and does the same thing! Wilkins and Kaito over to the next
turnbuckle. Kaito’s head off of that one as well! The crowd is cheering loudly for the final turnbuckle shot but Kaito will have
none of it. He blocks the turnbuckle with his foot, elbows Wilkins in the face, and kicks Chris Wilkins in between the eyes
with a rolling wheel kick!
Franks: Oh! What a kick there by Kaito!
Jake Keeton has gained the upper hand on Chris Cypher and whips him towards the ropes. Cypher off the ropes and
ducks the clothesline attempt by Keeton. Off the ropes again comes Cypher and he drops Keeton with a flying clothesline
himself! Cypher gets back up and poses his guns off for the fans with a smile only to damn near have his teeth knocked out
by a Jiraiya Kaito kick to the face! Kaito is the last man standing it seems so he hops up onto the turnbuckles and starts his
climb towards that brief case. Kaito is about halfway there when Zex pops up onto the ring apron and slingshots himself back
into the mach with a drop kick that hits Kaito square in the chest! Everybody is down!
Franks: Zex came flying into the ring and took out Kaito!
Quadros: Zex is Superman minus the cape and plus the fruit loops colored hair.
After a few moments, Jake Keeton is the first to his feet, followed by Chris Cypher. They both look at each other and
thing the same thing: go for the brief case. They head in different directions but Cypher never makes it because Chris
Wilkins grabs his leg. Cypher stomps on Wilkins a couple times to get free and to the turnbuckles. By the time he reaches for
the ropes, Jake Keeton has all ready started climbing his way towards the brief case. Zex is back up and he’s jumping into the
air trying to pull down Keeton but he can’t reach him. After multiple failed attempts to grab him, Jake Keeton is almost to
the brief case. Kaito is slowly getting up onto all fours as he suck wind. Zex runs towards the ropes, bounces off, uses Kaito
as a step stool, and is finally able to grab onto Jake Keeton! Zex starts yanking down on Keeton’s body like this is the
American Gladiators Hang Tough game until finally the weight and yanking are too much for Keeton and they both crash to
the canvass below!
Franks: Did you hear that crash? I’m not sure if either of them are going to get up again!
Quadros: Good thing Kaito got out of the way or he would have been right under all of that.
Meanwhile, Chris Cypher has continued climbing along the rope without any problems. Chris Wilkins wants a hoist up
from Kaito but the Seiryuu says he’s done assisting people. Kaito wants the lift instead but Wilkins refuses. Cypher’s finger
tips are touching the brief case! Oh the hell with it! Chris Wilkins kneels over to give Kaito the boost to knock down Cypher!
But instead Kaito uses the boost to get himself onto the ropes rather than pull down Cypher!
Franks: That little cheater Kaito!
As Cypher is reaching for the ropes Kaito is right behind him and starts to unleash some of his kicks to Cypher’s back!
Cypher turns his body around and he starts kicking back at Kaito! These two are having a kicking fight on the ropes and
whoever holds on might win this thing! Kaito throws a kick! Cypher throws another! Kaito with another one of his solid
kicks and Cypher is reeling! Cypher has to power himself up to get the rope under his arm because he can’t hold on much
longer. Kaito with a kick! Kaito with another! Another! Another! Cypher finally gets one in! And Chris Wilkins has climbed
onto the ropes across from them! As Kaito and Cypher trade kicks, Chris Wilkins starts swinging back and forth to gain
momentum on the ropes. After a moment of going back and forth he picks up enough momentum and nails both Kaito and
Chris Cypher with a double kick from the blind side that drops them both to the canvass below!
Franks: Chris Wilkins has knocked both Chris Cypher and Kaito off of the ropes and he’s the only one close to the brief
case!
Quadros: Aw man! He’s gonna win this thing!
The crowd is cheering loudly for Chris Wilkins as everybody else remains grounded in the ring below. He powers himself
closer to the brief case to where he can almost touch it! Now he has a hand on it and it’s only a matter of time! Then the
crowd boos heavily as JJ Biggs appears on the ramp way, holding Jessi by her hair! He has a microphone!
JJ Biggs: Hey, Chris! I have a present for you!
The crowd boos even louder as Jessi’s screams can be heard. Wilkins releases the brief case and then drops down to the
ring below! He slides out of the ring and begins to make a beeline towards JJ Biggs! Biggs drags Jessi by the hair and heads
backstage before Wilkins can get to them! Now Chris Wilkins runs backstage and he appears to be gone from this match!
Franks: Chris Wilkins has given up on this match to chase down JJ Biggs and get his girlfriend back!
Quadros: What?! Is he an idiot? He had this match won!
The crowd is shocked over what just transpired. Jake Keeton though could careless as he pulls Zex up by the hair and
starts to tee off on him in the corner. OH! Jake Keeton just plasters Zex out of the corner with his front flipping Fisherman
Buster finisher he calls the Star Crusher! That’s all she wrote for Zex as he is rolled out of the ring by the referee. Jake
Keeton looks to climb the turnbuckle again to get going again but Kaito pulls him down. Irish whip by Kaito and Keeton gets
upended on the rebound by a kitchen sink. Drop kick to the back of the head on Jake Keeton by Kaito! Chris Cypher turns
Kaito around. Righty punch! Lefty punch! Right! Left! Kaito attempts to counter with a wild high kick! Ducked by Cypher and
he turns that into a T-Bone Suplex!
Franks: Now Cypher is going for the brief case again!
Quadros: He should have had it the first time.
But before he can reach for the ropes, Keeton is all ready back up and grabs his foot. Cypher kicks him away but Keeton
comes back for more! Another kick! Caught by Keeton! Keeton tries to pull him off the turnbuckles but Cypher hangs on for
dear life to the steel girder! Keeton is bent over trying to use all the leverage he can to pull Cypher away but it isn’t working.
Then Kaito pops up and runs towards the ropes. He comes off, runs up Jake Keeton’s back and lands on Chris Cypher’s
shoulders on the top turnbuckle! ULTRA RANA!! Both Cypher and Kaito fall backwards onto Jake Keeton!
Franks: Holy crap!
Quadros: How do you say crazy flying Japanese man in Japanese?
Some in the crowd are chanting “Holy shit!” as the three remaining men are down. After a few painful moments of
nothing, Kaito starts to stir. Jake Keeton is next followed by Chris Cypher. Kaito crawls towards the ropes and uses them to
get to his feet. Keeton gets up on his own but is holding his head. Cypher gets up for a moment until he falls back down on
his rear end because the world is still spinning. Kaito and Keeton lock up. Keeton wins with the size advantage and whips
Kaito to the ropes. Kaito comes off and runs right into a back body drop! No! Kaito lands on his feet! Keeton turns around to
see his dirty work…oh! What a kick to the midsection by Kaito…JIENDO!!! The crowd has a mixed reaction to Jake Keeton’s
body bouncing off the canvass!
Franks: Kaito with a JIENDO on Jake Keeton! I never thought we’d see that move again!
Quadros: And apparently Keeton didn’t have that scouted! What impact!
Jiraiya Kaito doesn’t even take the time to relish the fact that he laid out Jake Keeton. He runs straight to the
turnbuckles and hops onto the ropes to get to that briefcase. Chris Cypher on the other hand has made his way to the
turnbuckles across the ring. Now he’s up on the ropes as well! Both Kaito and Cypher are inching their way towards that
briefcase in a race of upper body strength and determination. Kaito reaches out towards the case and can almost grab it!
Cypher continues crawling and now this is a dead heat! Both reach for the brief case and they both have it! Now they’re
tugging back and forth trying to rip it from the other’s hands! Kaito’s got it! No! Now Cypher’s got it! Kaito pulls it back and
they both have it again! Oh! The brief case opens in the tussle and the First Round Bye document is barely staying inside!
Cypher lets go of the briefcase and grabs the paper! Kaito pulls the briefcase into his chest and falls to the canvass!
Quadros: Kaito wins!
Chris Cypher remains up on the ropes with his hand firmly wrapped around the paper! Kaito sits up with a smile and
looks into the brief case to collect his First Round Bye! Damn it! It’s empty! The referee calls for the bell and this match is
finished! We go over to Layne Marshall who has the decision!
Layne Marshall: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner! The winner of the first ever Stairway to X match in PWA
history and the winner of the First Round Bye of the Light Heavyweight tournament….CHRIS CYPHER!!!
Chris Cypher hoists himself up into the middle of the “X” and celebrates his victory by showing off the paper! Jiraiya
Kaito is going ballistic in the ring and yelling at Layne Marshall and the referee. Finally he just throws the brief case in the
air at Chris Cypher, almost knocking the winning down!
Quadros: This is bull crap! Kaito has the briefcase! He wins!
Franks: Yeah but Chris Cypher has the contract! That was the whole idea. Get the contract, not the briefcase.
Quadros: What a horrible way to end the year.
Franks: I think Chris Cypher is going to have a merry Christmas. I’m not sure about Kaito though. That concludes this
edition of Violation 13, folks. Have a happy holiday and we’ll see you back here in 2008! Good night everybody!
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