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Violation 14
Sunday, January 6th, 2008
Plaza Monumental in Tijuana, Baja California, Mexico
Rapper to Riches
Written by: Joe
The arena is quiet, and they all recognize "Wild Out" by The Lox hitting the PA system as Shaun Andrews entrance music...at that time the TNW Franchise title flashes on showing some of Andrews achievements, and then flashes the above logo up on the screen before the camera pans the inside of an elaborately decorated office..and Shaun Andrews sitting behind a decorative mahogany desk. Andrews flashes a sarcastic smile::
Shaun Andrews: As you know, I won the lottery!! So I want to Welcome Everyone to the first edition of Rapper to Riches'. Well I could flash you an intro speech, but lets not...I've already had to many speeches this week. Sheesh. First thing is first, I know since I have joined the PWA, I haven't been the same wrestler I once was in TNW. I have decided I don't like losing, at all. So what am I going to do about it? That's easy! I will not only break out of this little so-called funk I'm in. I will do it in grand fashion, by winning the Light Heavyweight World championship. That starts next week when I enter the Light Heavyweight number one contender tournament.
To move right into my main topic of discussion... The newbies of PWA think they can disrespect me! They think because I took a half of step back, that they can talk shit on "The Shooter" Shaun Andrews. Well, I got news for you guys! I am a proven legend. I beat people that you don't belong in the same ring as. I am only in my mid twenties and I have ruled the wrestling world, already. I am a known face! A commodity if you would. So I understand why these young thunder cats want to try and disrespect me. That's fine! But, this is my message to these young thunder cats... Be prepared! I am The Shooter, the last of a dying breed. I am as tough as they come and I pack a mean punch. You guys will find out soon enough. After all, you guys are in the same tournament as me. So this is your big chance. I will do my part, I promise. So please, please... please.. Don't make any excuses when I win this tournament. I really don't want to hear them. I will win all three rounds and go on to defeat either Logan Steel or Nighthawk for the championship.
Shaun pauses for a second, he receives a lot of boo's.
Andrews: Next topic, Jostrodomus! I think it's cute that you call your fan's wiggers! Ha! Actually I think you're a racist piece of shit. Yeah I know you're going to say how can you be racist and justify it. I for one didn't find that funny at all. I also didn't find you trying to make me look bad. Look Big Jozzy, you may have defeated me in a down spiral in my career.. but let me promise you. You will never beat me again. I know the chance are, after you lose to Terminus, you will retire. That's fine, every time you lose a few matches to somebody that is what you do. Just ask Zex! Ha!! I will be gunning for you after you lose to Terminus again. You're in my sights! Just stick around, so I can expose you to the poser fraud that you really are.
Now It's been brought to my attention that a few comments made by myself in the past have been offensive in some way or made offensive comments. Well It is my judgement from now on...that perhaps we should put warnings at the beginning of my Promo's. Possibly come up with a rating system..that way people who don't want to be offended won't be....and those that don't give a shit..(ahem) I mean crap...will be able to read whatever. If you think that's a good idea...give me an E-mail at PWASUCKSDICK@pwa.net or E-mail the staff. Either or!
The scene starts to fade and a picture of the PWA Light Heavyweight title appears on the screen and a bloodied Jostrodomus face appears as well.
Patience
Written by: Steve
We open up in the backstage area, crew members fumbling around with an assortment of tools. Either pretending to do some much needed maintenance to make sure the show runs smoothly, or they just think it looks cool to have a spanner in hand. Regardless, one man saunters through and he doesn't seem to fit in with the rest of the backstage crew. Wearing a designer pair of blue jeans, ripped at the knee's, with a black armani print designed T-Shirt, with his trademark aviator sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose. Hair cut unusually short than we're used to. Former TNW X Division Champion and the last ever TNW Franchise Champion. "The Standard" Aiden Miles. Walking through the PWA arena, he looks confident, but at the same time a little cautious. Finally, he arrives at the destination he's been looking for. The office of the head booker, The Commissioner, his arch nemesis for many a year. The Butcher. However, before he can knock on the door, Miranda Buck frantically rushes towards him with a camera crew in tow. Miles hand hovers near the door, but he pulls back and flips his Aviator sunglasses on top of his head and turns to Miranda.
Aiden Miles : Miranda Buck, nice to see you again.
Miranda Buck : I don't mean any disrespect, but I don't think we've ever spoken.
Aiden Miles : Really? Oh, well in that case, pleasure to finally meet you.
Miranda Buck : Likewise, however, as you might well be aware. You are not an official member of the PWA anymore. Why are you here tonight?
Aiden Miles : I know that fact all too well, Miranda. As you can see, I'm trying to amend that problem, and you kind of interrupted me. So, if you don't mind, I need to get this sorted before the night is through.
Miranda Buck : Well, there's two reasons why I stopped you from knocking that door. One, I saw The Butcher leave his office just a few minutes ago, and I just had to ask you why you decided to show up tonight of all nights.
Aiden Miles : Tonight is no better, nor is it any worse than any other night. I only turned up, because a few days ago I finally realized that this is what I need. Wrestling is what I need, and I can't do that anywhere but here.
Miranda Buck : Are you sure it has nothing to do with this Light Heavyweight tournament going on? I'm sure it is an open tournament.
Aiden Miles : You know, for the first time, this isn't about titles or trying to gain an advantage in my career. This is simply about getting my life and my career back on track. For all I know, The Butcher could look me in the eye and tell me that I've burnt too many bridges and that I've wasted too many chances, and I wouldn't blame him, but I couldn't live the rest of my life properly, if I didn't at least try.
Miranda Buck : Well its good to hear your regaining some kind of passion for your profession again.
Aiden Miles : Its about time aint it? Now, do you have any idea where The Butcher was headed?
Miranda Buck : Sadly, I don't. If I see him around, I'll let him know your in the building.
Aiden Miles : Break it to him gently though, you never know how he could react. Especially because its me.
Miranda Buck : Good luck.
Aiden Miles : I'm gonna need it!
The camera crew and Miranda Buck slope off into the distance, and instead of walking around. Miles simply stands and waits patiently, hoping The Butcher will come back to his office sooner, rather than later.
What About Gundan RTO!?
Written by: Jason & Andrew
Cut to the backstage area. Specifically inside of the Gundan RTO locker room. It is here that we see the "Seiryuu" Jiraiya Kaito, dressed in his ring attire, punching one of the walls in the room as part of a sparring session. With every punch we can hear him shout at it, as if it did something to him.
Jiraiya Kaito, while punching: Baka! Kono! Baka! Baka da! Bakatare! Kono!!! BAKATARE!!!
At this point, the World Heavyweight champ, Terminus, enters the room. He overhears the shouting from the Seiryuu and stands there watching him continue his fist-to-wall sparring session.
Terminus: May I ask what you're doing, Kaito?
Not once stopping to acknowledge his presence, the Seiryuu responds.
Jiraiya Kaito, without stopping: I spar with wall. Give all of doors break for once.
Terminus, not missing a beat: How considerate. Jiraiya... have you thought that you might want to conserve your engery, and concentrate your attacks on those indivduals who are actually breathing...?
Jiraiya Kaito, still going: Why? And lose focus on task at hand in process? It happen against Naitohooku, and it happen once again during Stairway to X match! I do this to make sure it never happen again.
At this point, Terminus shakes his head in disbelief and makes his way over to the bench. He sits down and begins slowly wrapping athletic tape around his hands.
Terminus: If you think that's the best way to retain your focus, my friend, then I'm not going to stop you...
Now, the Seiryuu stops his sparring session. He stands upright and faces Terminus.
Jiraiya Kaito: So that it? You no provide different method of to train? No word of advice? Just "if that s best way for you to regain focus, go for it"?
Being taken aback by that form of slander, Terminus glares at the Seiryuu through his mask while continuing to wrap his hands.
Terminus: Kaito...in case you haven't noticed, my name isn't Kenji. I don't look like Kenji...I don't act like Kenji...and I am NOT going to react the same way to your losses that Kenji is to react. What I AM willing to do is to LISTEN to what you have to say...and then-and ONLY then- provide you with advice. But I'm NOT going to do so while you do your bloody best to knock down these walls with your bare fucking hands! Are we clear!?
The Seiryuu scoffs at those statements and then responds in the same manner that Terminus did.
Jiraiya Kaito: Hai. We clear.
A slight pause occurs before the Seiryuu speaks again. And this time, he looks down at the World Heavyweight championship.
Jiraiya Kaito: And it funny. Ever since you win Sekai Hebiiueeto Taitoru...
He looks back at Terminus.
Jiraiya Kaito: ... you forget about everyone else in Gundan RTO! We suppose to be most fearsome group in PWA! But we cannot be most fearsome group if you only worry about you title and not objective of Gundan RTO!
The Seiryuu punches a hole in the door and storms out of the room. As he walks into the hallway, we see his longtime friend, Kenji Yasutoko, walk up to him. He sees the manner in which the Seiryuu exited the room and begins to question him.
Kenji Yasutoko: Let me guess... you lost your sense of focus?
Jiraiya Kaito: Iie. Still have it. Just get something off of my chest. That all.
Kenji, not knowing how to respond to that, settles for giving a simple nod.
Jiraiya Kaito: Iku zo anchan!
Kenji nods again and they both walk down the halls to the entrance way as the scene ends.
LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT TOURNAMENT - ROUND ONE
ZEX vs Dante Noilearth
Written by: Liam
PWA’s very own Casanova Punk Dante Noilearth stands in the parking lot of the Plaza Monumenta, hanging over his shoulder is his PWA Tag Team championship, he fixes his shades and looks at his reflection in the mirror of a near buy car…He is about to walk away when once again his reflection begins to speak…
Reflection: Are you ready?
Dante pauses he had hoped that the return of his “other side” was nothing more than a one off.
Dante: Ready for what?
Reflection: Ready to let me take over so I can put your “buddy” down and move you on in the Light Heavyweight Title tournament!
Dante: I can’t let you do that…Zex and I are going to have a good athletic competition and the best man will win.
Reflection: Ha, Ha, Ha! Dante if only that were the case, but you know that I can win this match by destroying Zex and making a statement against the rest of the division!
Dante: I can’t let you do that!
Reflection: You can’t stop me…You can’t stop Dante’s Inferno!
As Dante is about to enter the arena a purple dodge viper pulls up next to him and low and behold Zex is at the helm, he jumps out of the car and takes his tag team title and is bag, he looks at Dante for a second knowing that they must clash and then reaches out his hand.
Dante looks at Zex’s hand and then looks away.
Zex: Hey come on bro, I know this match puts us in a predicament but no hard feelings you know?
Dante: …
Zex: Dude what’s the matter? You look pale?
Dante: Zex…I can’t…I can’t do this…
Dante turns and jumps inside his car he puts it in reverse and then spins around driving out of the building, Zex then jumps back inside his Dodge Viper and reverses he turns towards the exit and then pauses for a moment.
Zex: We are SO getting fined or suspended for this!
With that said Zex chases after his tag team partner and out of the arena.
Drunk and Bleeding
Written by: Neil
Over in the corner on the floor near some electrical equipment is Maelstrom, barely conscious with a bleeding forehead from enjoying too much Mexican social life. In his hand is a dark bottle of Negro Modelo, partially full. The Human Hellstorm does his best to get to his feet and continue stumbling his way down the hallways of the Plaza Monumental but he find quickly that the liquor has taken his feet away. He stumbles backwards again in a drunken stupor, burping slightly with too much ease.
He glares into the bottle of booze with glazed over eyes, wondering what it tastes like despite the fact the smell permeates his breathe and makes his Stetson cologne unable to be detected. He tries to bring the bottle back up to his lips for a taste but finds the alcohol has also sapped his arm strength.
Maelstrom: Aww…
Pathetically, he bends over into the bottle to sip that booze anyway he can. As he is doing this like a baby sucks on his mother’s tit, his elderly girlfriend, Mum Van Dyke, walks in on this dismal scene. Shock and complete disgust fill her overly make-upped face as she looks down at her boyfriend and first ever TNW World Heavyweight Champion. He is now a former shell of himself, intoxicated, and completely at the will of his addiction.
Mum Van Dyke: What have you done to yourself, Vic?
Maelstrom: Negro…Negro Modelo, my dear.
His hand shakes as he shows off the bottle of Mexican beer. Mum Van Dyke, despite her age, is able to snatch the bottle from Maelstrom’s drunken grip without much effort.
Maelstrom: No!…Gimme…woman!
Mum Van Dyke: How dare you! After all of the meetings and alcohol camps, you still succumb to your bane: a bottle of booze!
Maelstrom: I no weak, woman!
The adrenaline rises in the Human Hellstorm as he suddenly finds his feet. He attempts once again to regain his bottle of Negro Modelo but the old hag Mum Van Dyke psyches him out with a sudden move, then applies the most wicked submission hold PWA has ever seen…the EAR LOBE GRAB!! The disobedient Maelstrom finds himself in a compromising position.
Maelstrom: Ah! Lemme go!…Lemme go, woman!…Ah!
Mum Van Dyke: No! You’re coming with me to see the Doctor H to get your head stitched up! Then we’re leaving and you’re going back into rehab!
Mum sets the beer bottle down on the electrical equipment then begins dragging her boyfriend down the hall in the ear lobe hold. All the while, the drunken grown man Maelstrom yells down the hallway about how much he does not want to go anywhere. Once the two are gone, resident Mexican jobber Jose’ Jose’ enters into the scene with a curious expression over his face. He looks around to see if anybody is watching and then grabs Maelstrom’s Negro Modelo bottle. Seeing that it is half-full, the loveable jobber tips his head back and takes a swig.
Jose’ Jose’: Muy bueno!
Kaito vs Shaun Andrews
Written by: Jason
The lights fade out in the arena. Taike drums rumble throughout the arena speakers as a flute carries out a solo note. The fans, instantly recognizing the theme music, stand on their feet and cheer. But that lasts all of a few seconds as the music stops playing for some unknown reason. A hint of confusion befalls the fans when the arena lights turn back on. Jiraiya Kaito is seen walking down to the ring, prompting the fans to resume their cheering. But following closely behind him is his longtime friend, Kenji Yasutoko. They both slide into the ring, and Kenji approaches Layne Marshall. He asks for the microphone from him, and Layne Marshall obliges his request... much to the dismay of Jiraiya Kaito.
Carl Franks: Well folks, this is supposed to be Jiraiya Kaito versus Shaun Andrews. Jiraiya Kaito is in the ring, as we can all see. But what's Kenji Yasutoko doing here?
Ray Quadros: Probably lending him some support... finally.
Kenji Yasutoko: Kaito...
The fans continue cheering, causing Kenji to wait til their reactions die down some. Once they do, he continues.
Kenji Yasutoko: ... I know you are more than eager to start this leg of your Path of Vengeance. And judging by the reactions of these fans, they cannot wait either.
The fans cheer some more... even going as far as to begin a "Kai-to" chant. Jiraiya Kaito turns to look at the fans chanting his name and nods in tune with the chanting. Again, Kenji waits for the cheering to die down before speaking again.
Kenji Yasutoko: But there is one piece of information I forgot to tell you before you came here today. This part of your journey unfortunately comes with a price. That price... being your entrance music.
A mixed reaction now erupts from the fans as some are against this decision made by Kenji. Jiraiya Kaito stands in the ring with his hands on his hips and shaking his head in disbelief.
Carl Franks: Can he do that!?
Ray Quadros: It's called "tough love", Carl! The kid screwed up, and now his best friend's making him pay for it by humbling him in front of these Mexicans!
Kenji Yasutoko: If you ever want your music back, then I suggest you find the quickest way to get to the one you now refer to as Naitohooku. Once you get to him and you achieve total redemption... only then will you get your music back.
Some "asshole" chants can now be heard through the mixed reaction. Jiraiya Kaito can do nothing more in response except give a simple nod of agreement.
Kenji Yasutoko: But in the meantime, I will be standing outside of this ring to monitor your behavior for tonight. So I suggest you do not screw up in front of me and in front of these fans!
Jiraiya Kaito nods again as Kenji walks back over to Layne Marshall to return his microphone to him. Layne Marshall looks at him in confusion then back at the Seiryuu. He shrugs his shoulders and then proceeds with the introductions as planned.
Layne Marshall: The following contest is scheduled for a one-fall! Already in the ring... from Naha, Okinawa, Japan, weighing in at 189 pounds... he is the "Seiryuu"... JIRAIYA KAITO!!!
The fans show their admiration for the former Light Heavyweight champ as Kaito walks out to the center of the ring and bows to them.
Carl Franks: Regardless of whether his entrance music plays or not, you have to give it up for Jiraiya Kaito, Ray. He's been through hell and back ever since losing to Nighthawk, and I think the fans are finally siding with him after all of this time!
Ray Quadros: That's what I like about him, Carl! He can mix it up like no other! If he wants to play the favorite, he does it! If he wants to be the badass, he'll do it! And tonight, he's chosen to be the favorite! Not necessarily the right move in my book against a guy like Shaun Andrews, but we'll see how this plays out!
Just then "Wild Out" by The Lox booms over the arena speakers. Shaun Andrews walks down to the ring, psyching himself up for the match by shadowboxing along the way. He climbs into the ring, pounds his fist against his chest and raises an arm in the air as Layne Marshall announces his arrival.
Layne Marshall: And his opponent... from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 207 pounds... he is "The Shooter"... SHAUN ANDREWS!!!
Before the fans can even react to Shaun Andrews' name being mentioned, the Seiryuu takes it upon himself to kickstart the match by clocking Shaun with a Running High Kick to his head. (DING!) Layne Marshall quickly retreats from the ring as both Shaun and Kaito start trading Elbow Shots to each other's heads. Shaun! Kaito! Shaun! Kaito! Shaun! Kaito! Shaun! Kaito with a Spinning Back Kick to Shaun's midsection, and the Shooter doubles over! Kaito whips Shaun to the far side. Shaun comes back, ducks a Spinning Back Kick attempt, comes back and gets Back Body Dropped by the Seiryuu. Kaito runs the ropes, comes back and blasts a seated Shaun across the chest with a Low Kick. Kaito goes for the cover, but only gets a 1 count. Kaito, not letting up on the Shooter, locks him in a Grounded Headlock and begins driving his knees into the top of Shaun's head!
Carl Franks: We haven't even gone a full minute into this match, and the action's been nonstop! These two are just raring to rip each other apart!
Ray Quadros: And the amazing thing is that neither one of them is going to back down! This action will keep up until they tire themselves out, probably.
Shaun makes his way back up to his feet, lifts Kaito off of the mat and forces him into the turnbuckles. He then begins driving his shoulder into the Seiryuu's gut, forcing the air out of his body. The referee gets to 4 before Shaun backs away. As Shaun returns to the corner, Kaito grabs him and forces him into the corner instead. He then sizes him up and plants several Stiff Kicks to Shaun's chest in tune with the referee's count. Kaito pulls Shaun out of the corner on 4 and brings him to the ropes. He whips Shaun to the far side, and then runs the ropes himself. As Shaun comes back, Kaito does a Flying High Kick, but Shaun swats him away and causes the Seiryuu to hit nothing but the mat. Shaun pulls Kaito up off the mat and plants him with a Snap Suplex. He immediately goes for a cover, but Kaito kicks out just before 2.
Carl Franks: Shaun trying to control the pace of the match, but Kaito's doing his best to stay in it.
Ray Quadros: Maybe he should've gone for the role of "badass" instead.
Shaun locks Kaito in a Figure Four Headlock while on the ground. Kaito tries his best to pry apart Shaun's legs, but to no avail. Shaun squeezes tighter, forcing Kaito to scramble for the ropes and force a rope break. Shaun gets back up to his feet and stomps away at the Seiryuu as he's trying to get back to his feet as well. Kaito and Shaun start trading Elbow Shots again, but the trade-off this time is short lived as Shaun backs Kaito into the ropes and sends him to the far side via Irish Whip, but Kaito reverses and sends Shaun instead. Shaun comes back and Kaito ducks down for another Back Body attempt, but Shaun instead turns it into a Sunset Flip attempt. Kaito tries to remain standing as Shaun continues to pull... that is... until Kaito leaps up and Double Stomps the chest of the Shooter! He remains standing on Shaun's chest and poses by making some weird Japanese sign gesture with his hands as the referee counts the pin... 1... 2... KICKOUT!
Carl Franks: I think Kaito just evened the playing field again. Shaun tried to cut off his air, and now Kaito just drove it all out of Shaun with that Double Stomp!
Ray Quadros: That's the badass side coming out!
Shaun gets back up and gets into the Seiryuu's face for humiliating him. Another trade-off ensues, but this time it's a shoving contest. Shaun gets the upper hand this time and snapmares Kaito over. Once down, Shaun reels back and kicks the Seiryuu across the back. Kaito wastes no time and gets back up and into Shaun's face. He snapmares him over and shows the Shooter how it's done by delivering one sickening Stiff Kick across the Shooter's back! The sound echoes throughout the arena as Shaun seethes in pain. Kaito wastes no time again and delivers another kick... this time to Shaun's chest, knocing him down. Kaito runs the ropes, comes back and executes the Rolling Thunder onto the Shooter. He goes for the cover... 1... 2... KICKOUT!
Carl Franks: Another close call for Kaito!
Ray Quadros: Shaun's trying to prohibit the inevitable from happening! He doesn't want to lose his first match back against a kid like Jiraiya Kaito!
Carl Franks: He's not a kid anymore, Ray! His birthday was two days ago!
Ray Quadros: Well, he still looks like a kid to me!
Kaito picks Shaun up and sets him up for a Suplex attempt, but Shaun wraps his leg around Kaito's in order to block the attempt. Kaito tries again, but Shaun just won't go. Shaun punches at Kaito's ribs and lifts him up in a vertical position. But that lasts for a few brief seconds as Kaito counters his way out of that position and lands behind the Shooter. Kaito tries a German Suplex attempt, but again Shaun just won't go. So Kaito makes him go with a Deadlift German Suplex. This angers Shaun to no end as he gets up and plants Kaito with a German Suplex of his own, neraly bending the Seiryuu in half in the process! He goes for the cover... 1... 2.. KICK OUT!
Carl Franks: Shaun may have broken the Seiryuu in half!
Ray Quadros: Wouldn't be the first time it's happened! That's for sure!
Shaun picks up Kaito and rams him chest first into the turnbuckles! He then rams his shoulder into the base of Kaito's spine repeatedly. Shaun then grabs Kaito by the head and bashes him against the top turnbuckle, knocking the Seiryuu for a loop. Shaun then lifts Kaito up and sets him on the top turnbuckle, much to the fans dismay. Shaun climbs onto the ring apron and signals that he's going to end it right now!
Carl Franks: Shaun's going up top! He's going to put an exclamation point on this match by finishing Kaito from up top!
Ray Quadros: I didn't think Shaun knew how to go up top! But if it means the end, then I'll be anxious to see what he can do from up there!
Shaun climbs up to the top turnbuckle. He grabs Kaito's head and sets him up for a Suplex attempt, but Kaito grabs onto the ropes. Shaun tries again, but Kaito won't let go! Kaito begins punching away at Shaun's ribs, and Shaun begins countering by clubbing Kaito over the back! Shaun bashes Kaito's head on the top turnbuckle again and sets him up between his legs! The fans are now standing up wondering what the Shooter has in mind!
Carl Franks: This could get ugly! Kaito may be hospitalized for another 6 months if Shaun pulls this off!
Ray Quadros: Nice knowing ya again, kid!
Shaun pulls Kaito up onto the top turnbuckle with him. He attempts to Powerbomb him, but Kaito doesn't want to go for the ride. Instead, he grabs onto Shaun's legs and lifts him off of the top rope! The fans are on their feet as Kaito leaps backward off the top turnbuckle and drills Shaun head-first into the mat with an Avalanche-style Reverse Sitout Tombstone Piledriver!!! Chants of "Ho-ly Shit!" echo throughout the arena as Shaun's limp body lies behind the Seiryuu, twitching and convulsing!
Carl Franks: AVALANCHE TODOME DA!!! Kaito took the Todome Da to new heights!!!
Ray Quadros: And he just spiked Shaun Andrews like a football!!!
The referee slides over to make the cover, and the fans count with him...
fans: 1..................................... 2......................................... THREE!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
"Kai-to" chants echo throughout the arena in place of his theme music as Kaito celebrates his victory over Shaun Andrews by climbing onto the turnbuckles and bowing to the fans!
Layne Marshall: Here is your winner... the "Seiryuu"... JIRAIYA KAITO!!!
Carl Franks: Kaito did it!!! He put Shaun Andrews away!!! And two days after he hit the big 2-6, no less!!!
Ray Quadros: It doesn't matter what his age is, Carl!!! The kid's got that samurai fighting spirit inside of him!!! And he just showed us all just how much that fighting spirit means to him!!!
Kenji slides into the ring as Kaito backflips off the top turnbuckle. They stare face to face for a brief moment before bowing to one another, causing the fans to cheer even more. They exit the ring as paramedics rush down to check on Shaun Andrews. Kenji and Kaito bow to the fans before heading to the backstage area. Meanwhile, the paramedics help Shaun Andrews out of the ring as we cut to commercials.
You're No Help!
Written by: Neil
The holiday season has not been kind to Wren Chesney as her plans to remove Commissioner Butcher from the PWA have gone no where. She bad mouthed him in front of the Board of Directors at the last Violation yet he still keeps his job! The wretched woman paces back and forth with nerdy Victor Cornelius Roberts inside of their private locker room. This situation has bugged her all week and she’s almost at a fever pitch tonight without a plan on how to dispatch the Commissioner.
VCR: Wren, just calm down. Take it easy. We’ll get him.
Wren: Calm down?! How can I be calm when this is 2008 and we’re not in power?!
VCR: Baby…
Wren gets into her husbands face and points a threatening finger at him. VCR backs off momentarily and shuts his trap. His reaction causes Wren to be even more perturbed.
Wren: See! This is exactly why we’re where we are! You don’t say anything! You don’t add any input! Where were you last time? Huh?! You didn’t even say a word at the meeting! Why?! Explain this to me!
VCR: Da...Da…Daz Van Dyke was in the room!
Wren: So what? You used to work with the guy, big deal. You nearly stole TNW out from under his nose and now you’re afraid of the man? Daz Van Dyke is a loser, Victor! You shouldn’t fear losers! You should fear winners! People should fear ME damn it! Aren’t you going to say something?!
VCR: Uh…no?
Ms. Chesney holds back a scream of frustration as she shakes with anger. She walks over towards the locker room door, pulls it open, and points towards the doorway.
Wren: Get out!
VCR: What? Why?
Wren: Because I said so! Get out of here before I embarrass you! I have too many things to think about rather than worry about some coward! So go! NOW!
Mr. Roberts begins to show some emotion finally as he walks towards the doorway and peers back at his commanding wife.
Wren: And don’t come back until you have something productive to say!
She then slams the locker room door in his face.
LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT TOURNAMENT - ROUND ONE
Ryan Shane vs Jake Keeton
Written by: Josh
Franks: This next match looks to be an interesting one that pits teacher against student as Jake Keeton and Ryan Shane square off. Both of these men have been impressive thus far in PWA, but only one will continue on in the tournament.
Quadros: You are quite right Carl, I look for the student to get the better here, but you never know. This should be a good one.
Franks: You said that right Ray. Looks like Layne is ready inside the ring to get this one underway.
Marshall: This next match is a first round match in the light heavyweight tournament and is scheduled for one fall…Making his way to the ring first standing 5 feet 9 inches tall and weighing in at just under 225 pounds….HE IS…THE ALL AMERICAN NIGHTMARE….JAKE KEETON!!!
A hush fills the arena and a mixed reaction of boos and cheers echos from the crowd as "Reborn" by Drowning Pool hits the PA. Jake Keeton slowly emerges through the curtains with his full attention focused on the upcoming match. He ealks down the ramp barely acknowledging the fans as he steps into the ring and begins to stretch.
Marshall: And his opponent making his way to the ring now standing 5 feet 11 inches tall and weighing in at 210 pounds….he is…SOMEDAY RYAN SHANE!!!!
Shane makes his way from the back getting a few cheers as he makes his way to the ring slapping a few hands along the way.
Franks: For as good as this young Ryan Shane is he lacks a lot of confidence…
Quadros: That could hurt him because Keeton is full of it.
The bell rings and the match is underway as Keeton and Shane lock it up in the middle of the ring. Keeton able to gain the advantage with his years of experience here as he sends Shane to the ground hard and waves his finger in the air telling his student nice try, but you just failed. Shane instantly gets back to his feet hungry for a victory over his teacher here as he charges at Keeton who moves to the side and connects with a drop toe hold sending Shane to the ground. Keeton on the attack as he quickly gets on top of Shane and connects with a series of solid punches to the head and side area of Ryan Shane. Keeton getting to his feet here as he picks Shane up and whips him into the ropes…Shane ducks the attempted clothesline from Keeton and fires back with his own series of punches to his teacher that sends Keeton stumbling backwards. Shane charges at keeton and connects with a drop kick to the knee area of Keeton that sends him to his knees. Shane bounces off the ropes once again and connects with a shoulder block to the head area of Keeton and proceeds to go to work on the leg area of Jake Keeton with a series of blows before finally applying a boston crab, but Keeton is close to the ropes and Shane has to break the hold.
Franks: Rookie mistake there by Ryan Shane that could cost him in the long run.
Quadros: Indeed, I think he really wanted to do some more damage to the legs of Jake Keeton.
Back inside the ring Shane looks frustrated as he finally picks Keeton up off the mat, but Keeton has an extra sense about him that Ryan Shane has yet to learn in his early career and connects with a quick series of elbows to the midsection of Ryan Shane. Keeton now connecting with a series of knife edged chops that send Shane stumbling backwards a bit. Keeton sizing him up as he lifts him up and connects with a move he dubs the rehab. Keeton goes for the cover…1….2….and a kickout here by Ryan Shane in the early going. Keeton waste no time in getting back to work as he picks Shane up off the mat and whips him into the turnbuckle. Keeton charges and connects with a full body splash as Shane falls to the ground. Keeton motioning that he’s climbing to the top…He gets to the top leaps and connects with the wasted hopes…Keeton goes for another cover…1….2….and shane able to get a foot on the ropes to stop the three count.
Franks: Shane showing some experience there as he was able to get his foot on the ropes.
Quadros: But do you think it’ll be enough to beat his teacher?
Franks: Ray…You’ve been pleasant thus far this match….What’s the big idea behind that?
Quadros: I’m bored…
Franks: I figured something was up…
Quadros: Yeah…You should tell your ole’ lady to come out here and show us where babies feed!
Franks: RAY!
Back inside the ring Keeton and Shane are trading blows back and forth as Shane is starting to gain some momentum after a failed attempt to connect with a suplex earlier by Keeton. Shane with a jaw shattering blow as Keeton stumbles back into the turnbuckle. Shane with a couple of quick chops before he connects with a series of elbow smashes to the face of Jake Keeton…Keeton looks dazed as Shane delivers his southpaw shuffle and Keeton falls over to the mat face first. Shane climbing the top ropes now as he leaps and connects with the Muru splash(frog splash) onto the back area of Jake Keeton.
Franks: Usually the opponent is on their back when this move is done, but Shane gave it his own little twist there ladies and gentlemen.
Quadros: This is starting to get a little bit better….
Shane rolls Keeton over for the cover…1….2…….2.777777777777777 and a kickout by Jake Keeton. Shane pounds his fist to the mat thinking he had the match won there, but regains his calm and picks Keeton up off the mat. Shane whips Keeton into the ropes, Keeton bounces off and Shane connects with a swinging neck breaker placing Keeton flat on his back. Shane with the cover….1…..2…and a kickout by Keeton once again.
Franks: Shane looks frustrated right now Ray, wondering what more he has to do to put Jake Keeton away.
Quadros: You are totally right when you say that Carl, but if he doesn’t stay on the attack he’s going to allow Keeton to get back in this match.
Back inside the ring Shane is slow to get to this feet as the frustration sets in…He reaches down to pick Keeton up, but Keeton comes up firing with an uppercut that sends Shane stumbling backwards. Keeton follows up on his attack as connects with the kick to the midsection followed up by a swinging neckbreaker of his own. Keeton doesn’t waste time going for the cover instead he begins to go to work on the leg area of Ryan Shane as he applies a single leg crab as Shane winces in pain. The ref asks Shane if he wants to give up, but Shane fights through the pain and finally is able to reach the ropes as the ref forces Keeton to break the hold. Keeton using his experience to his advantage as he waste no time in returning to the attack as he connects with a couple of jabs to the jaw area of Shane followed by a kick to the midsection. Looks like Keeton is sizing him up for one of his favorite moves and one of the fans favorites as well….And he does it…Keeton connects with the Tri-Plex on Ryan Shane…Keeton goes for the cover….1……2……2.8999999999999 and Shane is able to kick out.
Franks: What determination Ryan Shane has shown here tonight thus far in this match.
Quadros: You are totally right Carl…But I still think it would be a lot better if something crazy happened, or one of these guys were a bad guy….I really don’t like Keeton, but that makes me not like Shane because he looks up to Keeton…If you smell what I’m cookin’.
Franks: Whatever you say Ray.
Back inside the ring Keeton picks Shane up off the mat and looks his student in the eyes before connecting with an exploder suplex. Keeton goes for the cover once again…1……2……and a kickout by Ryan Shane. Keeton doesn’t waste any time as he picks Shane up off the mat and irish whips him right over the top rope to the outside. Shane’s laying on the ground as Keeton climbs to the top turnbuckle…He leaps and connects with a split leg moonsault.
Franks: What a move!!!
Quadros: Even I will applaud that one!
Both men are down here as Keeton slowly gets to his feet. The ref continues his count……..4…….Keeton reaches down and picks Shane up and slides him into the ring as Keeton follows and goes for the cover…..1….1.888888 and a kickout by Ryan Shane.
Franks: Too much time after that move Keeton let Shane get back into this one.
Quadros: Sometimes those high risk moves pay off, others they can really hurt you. They are kind of like a two bit whore…Sometimes they are good others not so good.
Franks: Depending on if it’s razor burn or not right?
Back inside the ring both men are to their feet as Shane charges at Keeton and connects with a shoulder block. Shane looking to gain some momentum here now as he connects with a snap suplex. Shane rolls over and connects with another snap suplex before going for the cover…1…..2…and a kickout by Keeton. Shane gets to his feet as he lifts Keeton up off the mat. Southpaw shuffle again by the rookie as he sends Keeton stumbling backwards. Shane sees and opportunity and connects with a hellacioius someday snap and goes for the cover….1….2…….2.8888888 and Keeton kicks out!!!! Shane can’t believe it he thought he had the match won there as he looks at the ref and begins to argue with him. Keeton to his feet as he spins Shane around and connects with The Rehab…Keeton motioning to the fans and this could be it as he climbs to the top rope….Keeton leaps and CONNECTS WITH A STAR CRUSHER….KEETON WITH THE COVER…..1…….2…….2.99999999 SHANE WITH HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES!!! SHANE GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES!!!!
Franks: HOLY SHIT…SHANE GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES!!!
Quadros: WOW! What heart shown by the youngster here tonight!
Keeton can’t believe his eyes as Shane looks like he’s had enough…Keeton gets to his feet as he picks Shane up off the ground and whips him into the ropes, but shane’s able to duck a clothesline as he spins Keeton around and connects with a quick ddt using his last bit of energy as both men now lay on the ground. The ref begins to count…
1……
2
3
4
5
6 Shane and Keeton both to their feet.
Both men to their feet as Shane and Keeton charge at one another, but Keeton is able to secure a double leg takedown and begins to rain down a series of punches on his student Ryan Shane. Keeton taking charge here as he picks Shane up off the ground and lifts him into the air connecting with a release tiger suplex. Keeton climbing the top rope again…HE leaps and connects with THE STAR CRUSHER….KEETON WITH THE COVER…..1…….2……..3……AND KEETON PICKS UP THE VICTORY TO ADVANCE!!
Franks: What a match Ray!!!
Quadros: You know….I’ll agree with you on that though I’d have loved to see Ryan Shane walk out with the win.
Franks: Ryan Shane can’t be down in the dumps after this…He just needs to learn from his mistakes and bounce back, because he showed he had heart, but showed his inexperience at times as well and truthfully it probably cost him in the long run…
Quadros: I’ll have to agree with that…
Inside the ring Keeton celebrates his victory before helping his student Ryan Shane to his feet as “Reborn” by Drowning Pool kicks up over the PA System as the fans continue to scream after an awesome match.
Plan, Stage 2
Written by: Danny & Nate
"Voices" by Disturbed begins to play as the crowd raises in a chorus of boos. JJ Biggs, in his street clothes, appears out of the back and walks down to the ring.
Franks: What's JJ Biggs doing out here?
Quadros: I don't know but with that evil smirk on his face, I'm sure it'll be good.
Franks: He claims to have a plan to destroy Chris Wilkins from the inside, let's find out if he's telling the truth.
By now, JJ has climbed into the ring and is talking trash to the crowd. After grabbing a microphone from ringside, the music cuts out.
JJ Biggs: Can all you Mexican's understand? I damn sure hope so cause I'm not going to speak Spanish!
This brings another round of boos for "The Featured Attraction."
JJ: Yeah, boo me all you want. Last week was the first part of my plan to destroy Chris Wilkins from the inside. Yeah, I know, it's probably not smart for me to tell him that I have a plan to destroy him, but I don't really think it matters. He's going to fail, no matter what. Anyway, last week, I kidnapped Jessi Colter just so that I could bring her out later in the show and cost Chris the win the Stairway to X match! It was a lot easier than coming down to ring and getting involved myself.
JJ smirks to himself.
JJ: This week, I've had a little video package prepared for Chris Wilkins. Let's take a look at it now...
JJ turns towards the video screen where a video begins to play. It's set to his entrance music
and it opens up to show a much younger Chris Wilkins and a much younger JJ Biggs, fighting in a little-known federation called the UWF. It's a cage match and the only highlight it shows is JJ
Biggs picking up Chris Wilkins and throwing him through the cage. The next major highlight is
the Wilkins/Biggs match from TNW Trial and Error II, which ended with JJ hitting Chris's knee with a sledgehammer, breaking his knee. After a few more shots of JJ beating on Chris, even showing Michael Bourne pinning Wilkins, the video ends with a shot of Chris chasing after JJ Biggs, who is holding Jessi in his hands. As the video ends, JJ is shown, still smirking in the ring.
JJ Biggs: Now that's what I call a highlight package! Face it, Chris, every time you face me,
you end up hurt! Rather it be a cage match, me breaking your leg, or me just plain old making you lose, you're going down to "The Featured Attraction!"
As JJ smirks out at the crowd, the sounds of "Bleed It Out" by Linkin Park's chorus starts to play. The fans are cheering as Chris Wilkins sprints out of the back and down to the ring.
Sliding into the ring, he ducks under a clothesline from Biggs and nails the bigger man with a
couple right hands. Biggs is leaning up against the ropes as Chris jumps up and drop-kicks him to the outside!
Franks: Look at Chris Wilkins go!
Chris grabs onto the ropes and springboards himself over them, onto an unsuspecting JJ Biggs.
Not waiting for Biggs to recover, Wilkins again pelts him with right hands to the head.
Quadros: Wilkins needs to pull a page from the Nighthawk book and not use those close fist.
A host of PWA officials run down to ringside to separate the two men. Chris is pushed up against the ring, while JJ is being lead up the entrance ramp. However, JJ breaks free and runs at Chris, slamming him between his body and the ring! Now JJ is hitting Chris with his right hands and Chris can barely protect himself. Officials once again manage to pull JJ off Chris as Chris gets away from his official and slides into the ring. JJ pushes his way to the ring, but can't get in because of the amount of officials blocking him.
Franks: Biggs and Wilkins can't get to each other but they're still talking trash.
You can hear Chris shout out, "Watch this," as he runs away from JJ, hits the ropes, jumps over
the ropes closest to JJ, turns in midair, and takes out not only JJ Biggs but all the PWA officials!
Quadros: My God! Chris Wilkins just jumped over the top rope and took everybody out!
Franks Look at that pile of bodies on the floor. Wilkins and Biggs are in the middle of it and
they're still fighting!
Some of the PWA officials manage to get back to their feet and separate Biggs and Wilkins again. This time, they don't let them get near each other again as they roughly take Chris Wilkins to the back, leaving JJ Biggs pinned against the ring by the rest of the PWA officials.
PWA LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
Pure Wrestling Rules
Nighthawk vs Logan Steel
Written by: Okori
Ring Announcer Layne Marshall: “This next contest is scheduled for one fall with a 90-minute time limit and is for the PWA Light Heavyweight Title. This match will also be held under Pure Wrestling rules. The referee for this match is Sasha Brown.”
(As a purple mist rises from the entrance ramp the arena darkens and out steps Logan Steel from the ringside area accompanied by “Rainbow in the Dark” by Dio as a huge burning cross lights up the video screen above his head, he then walks down to the ramp and outstretches his arms looking into the sky before rolling into the ring where he stares down the ramp awaiting his opponent.)
Franks: Logan Steel has returned to PWA all the way from England, Ray.
Quadros: It was about time we got some class around here.
(As Logan Steel stares down the ramp, a covetous look beginning to cross his face, the lights dim slowly over the arena as the opening instrumentation of “Leave you Far Behind” by Lunatic Calm booms out over the sound speakers quickly followed by Nighthawk walking through the ringside curtain with the PWA Light Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. Running like an excited puppy across the apron getting the crowd to scream louder and louder Nighthawk finally walks down the aisleway slapping hands with gleeful fans and, in one instance, sidestepping a teenage girl desperate for a mere touch. Finally climbing into the ring the “Wrestling Machine” grins sheepishly and kisses his PWA Light Heavyweight Title before handing it to the referee.)
Quadros: Kiss that title for the last time Nighthawk cause you aren't walking out with it.
Layne Marshall: “In the corner to my left… the challenger. Coming to us from London, England and representing Team UK…. Weighing in at 227 pounds… “The Nightcrawler” Logan Steel!”
(As Logan Steel steps forwards slowly, his eyes focused almost singularly on the Light Heavyweight Title currently being held in the referee, the crowd greets him with a respectful but wary response.)
Layne Marshall: “And his opponent… Representan Los Hell Brothers…. from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 185 pounds…. The PWA Light Heavyweight Champion…. “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk!”
(As Nighthawk steps in the middle of the ring, raising one finger above his head as he bows to the corners of the ring, the crowd responds with a wild cheer on par with that of a conquering hero.)
Franks: And here we go. The first time the PWA Light Heavyweight Title is being defending internationally!
(As the bell rings to start the contest Nighthawk shakes hands with Logan Steel and then they both pose for the myriad of media who is lining the first row to cover this international dream match. With that business finished both men step back to their respective corners to finish going over their game plans for the contest. Stepping back into the middle of the ring Nighthawk and Logan go into a collar-and-elbow tie-up which Logan comes out of with a side headlock that the “Nightcrawler” puts more pressure on by rubbing the bone of his forearm across the ear of the Light Heavyweight Champion, adding even more strength to the hold by cinching in tight on the headlock and rubbing the flat of his palm against the forehead of the Chicago native. Gritting his teeth Logan trips Nighthawk’s legs and turns it into a grounded side headlock, this time piking his own body flat and placing his forearm across the jawbone to make the hold as painful as possible.)
Franks: Nighthawk might be one of the most technical wrestlers in the world today but he's dealing with a man that can be technical in his own right.
Quadros: Show the bum how to wrestle, Logan!
(Trying as best he can to figure a way out of this Nighthawk places his elbows flat on the mat and begins the slow process of bridging up as a way of escaping the headlock, a gambit that Logan sniffs out and stops by simply tripping the legs of the “Wrestling Machine” out and thus forcing him to restart the process all over again. Starting the long slow process of bridging himself back up again Nighthawk finally gets up to his knees and then pushes himself so his right shoulder is against Logan’s chest, allowing himself the opening to escape the headlock and roll right into an overhand wristlock which Logan breaks out of by doing a knee bend and reverses it back into a top wristlock of his own. This counter draws a respectful grin from the Light Heavyweight Champion who quickly places his head onto Logan’s chest to take away the leverage and rolls himself right into an arm lever. But as Nighthawk holds onto the arm lever Logan hooks the arm of the “Wrestling Machine” at the triceps muscle and turns the arm lever into a cording hold, spinning that around into a classic cravate. But as the “Nightcrawler” tries to hook in the cravate tight, locking his fingers behind the head of the Chicago Native, the Light Heavyweight Champion simply ducks his head inward and rolls Logan into a textbook small package that gets a 2-count.)
Quadros: Gonna take more than that to beat Logan Steel. He didn't come all the way over here just to get rolled up.
(Rolling backward to a kneeling position Nighthawk winks at Logan who simply shakes his head in bemusement at the Chicago native before stepping back to his feet and going for another top wristlock, this time getting it correctly applied and converting it into an arm lever which he follows up with a judo throw known as an ipponzei while still holding onto the arm lever, quickly placing his knee down across the shoulder to immobilize the joint while at the same time bending the wrist back. Trying to get up to his feet the “Wrestling Machine” tries to get up to his knees using the palm from his free hand, but finds himself blocked from doing so by Logan who simply steps over in the other direction with the arm lever and holds onto it, blocking Nighthawk from getting out of the arm lever without using a rope break. Thinking on his feet the Light Heavyweight Champion rolls to his left, staring at the ropes for a second before thinking differently about it and rolling back in the other direction, using this change in direction to get himself out of the arm lever and get back to the center of the ring.)
Franks: Nice use of body positioning there by Nighthawk to get out of that hold.
(Quickly shooting in after getting back to his feet the “Wrestling Machine” grabs a hold of Logan’s left arm and spins it over into a hammerlock, placing his foot in between the legs of the “Nightcrawler” before deciding to hit a back heel trip and come up with a bridging hammerlock, leaning forward on the balls of his feet to add even more pressure on the hammerlock. But as the Chicago native bridges forward to lock in the hold extra-tight he loses his balance for a second and thus the grip on the hold, this being just the opening that the Londoner needs to turn things back in his direction by simply floating the rest of the way over into a pinning combination that gets a 2-count. Getting up to his feet the Team UK captain grins at his friendly rival as they shake hands, before each man goes back and tries to think about what they should do from here.)
Franks: These two continue to try and out think one another.
Quadros: Logan Steel is all about mind games, Carl. He's laying back and putting Nighthawk into a false sense of security.
(Shooting in again Nighthawk goes back to the arm by hitting another top wristlock before finally upping the aggressiveness by hitting a wrap-around tornado single-arm DDT. Trying to focus on the arm the Chicago native pulls Logan up to a sitting position; Nighthawk straddles one of Logan’s shoulders and grabs his left arm. The “Wrestling Machine” grabs that arm and pulls up with all of the strength that he can, trying to hyperextend the Londoner’s elbow across the Chicago native’s body. Screaming out in pain Logan Steel crawls over to the closest rope and grabs onto it like a shipwrecked man finding a lifeboat.)
Layne Marshall: “Logan Steel has used his first rope break. He has 2 remaining.”
(Holding his left arm in shock as he gets to his feet Logan tries to figure out what to do next, eventually grabbing a hammerlock which Nighthawk counters into a flying snapmare. But as the Light Heavyweight Champion tries to roll back into the center of the ring the “Nightcrawler” hits him with a cross-armed scoop brainbuster, followed up by a double kneedrop to the head. Keeping the pressure on Logan pulls Nighthawk up to a sitting position, and then Logan stands behind him. The Team UK captain reaches under Nighthawk's arms and locks his hands behind The “Wrestling Machine’s back. The Chicago native’s arms are pushed back behind his, as the ”Nightcrawler” rests his head on the back of Nighthawk's neck. The Londoner then jumps over Nighthawk's body landing on their feet in a bridge, applying pressure to the Light Heavyweight Champion’s neck by pushing it forward. Trying to figure out a way to get out of this the Hell Brothers member eventually gives up altogether and places his boot on the bottom rope, his body sagging as Sasha Brown signals for Logan to break.)
Quadros: Ha! He's lucky those ropes can save his neck!
Layne Marshall: “Nighthawk has used his first rope break. He has 2 remaining.”
(Slumping in the corner Nighthawk shakes his head dazedly and tries to get to his feet only to get dropped back down with a basement dropkick in the corner, followed by a running knee strike from that position. Keeping the pressure on Logan picks up the Light Heavyweight Champion by his long hair and hits a straightjacket Ace Crusher, followed up by a top-rope diving kneedrop to the back of the head. Clearly focusing on the head the Team UK captain pulls up the Chicago native by the hair and hits a Tiger Bomb for a 2-count, following that up with a running European uppercut to the back of the neck. Pressing his advantage just a little bit more the “Nightcrawler” hits a side Russian leg sweep. Nighthawk and Logan are side by side on the mat on their backs. Logan has their leg which is closest to the “Wrestling Machine” wrapped around the Chicago native's near leg. The team UK captain reaches their far leg across the their body and locks it behind Nighthawk’s neck, forcing the Light Heavyweight Champion’s head into their chest. The Londoner grabs the victim's near arm and applies pressure to it, drawing screams of agony as Logan tries to draw a submission from Nighthawk. Reaching out the toe of his boot Nighthawk gets his toe across the bottom rope.)
Layne Marshall: “Nighthawk has used his second rope break. He has 1 remaining.”
Franks: Nighthawk is using precious rope breaks here as Logan Steel is starting to put on a clinic.
(Getting to his knees Nighthawk looks down at the mat for a second, his hands on the mat as he appears to be fighting the urge to puke. Picking himself up with a Herculean effort the PWA Light Heavyweight Champion tries to charge only to have Logan sidestep him and plant him with a bridging Dragon Suplex for a 2-count. Going to the second turnbuckle Logan goes for a textbook senton bomb only to be forced to roll away when Nighthawk moves at the last second, leaving the Chicago native the opening he needs to hit a superkick on the jaw that sends Logan falling face-first on the mat. Slowly getting to his feet the “Wrestling Machine” appears to be a little bit out of it still, leaving Logan the opening to go for an inverted piledriver he calls Cold Steel. Dropping the Light Heavyweight Champion right on the base of his neck the “Nightcrawler” goes for a cover, and audibly curses when Nighthawk somehow gets his hand on the bottom rope.)
Franks: Oh! What a clutch grab by Nighthawk!
Quadros: Too bad he can't save himself anymore!
Layne Marshall: “Nighthawk has used his third and final rope break.”
(As an annoyed Logan gets to his feet he pulls up a now-limp Nighthawk for another inverted piledriver. Changing his mind in mid-move Logan goes for a backpack stunner only to have the Light Heavyweight Champion counter that into a wheelbarrow armdrag, finally coming out of the fog he was in for the lion’s share of the match. Grabbing a knucklelock the Chicago native springboards back into the ring and hit a wrap-around armdrag. Trying to up the pace the “Wrestling Machine” hits a rolling wrist snap and centers back on the arm that he was working on earlier. Nighthawk sits on the left side of Logan who is lying prone on the mat; with the legs of the “Wrestling Machine” scissoring the left arm of the “Nightcrawler”. Nighthawk then grabs hold of the wrist of that arm, pulling it upwards, causing hyperextension of the shoulder and elbow. Frantically avoiding the possibility of a tap Logan tries to rotate his wrist out of the hold which he is able to do, only to get caught with a flipping dropkick right on the left arm. Nighthawk lays on top of the torso of the “Nightcrawler”, in a 90° angle. He then grabs hold of the opponent's wrist with his far hand and pushes it behind the Londoner’s back. The Hell Brothers member then puts his other arm over Logan’s shoulder, reaches under the opponent's arm and grabs hold of his other wrist. He then uses both arms to pull the opponent's arm behind him or her into an unnatural position, causing pressure. Screaming out in pain Logan inches his foot to the bottom rope and forces a break.)
Franks: What a sequence by Nighthawk! That was the only way out of that hold.
Layne Marshall: “Logan Steel has used his second rope break. He has 1 remaining.”
(Getting to his feet, now cradling his left arm while Nighthawk circles him, Logan somehow lands a short kick to the chest and goes for a clothesline with his right arm which Nighthawk ducks and hits a rebound no-look blind enzuigiri, followed by a ipponzei. Once Nighthawk realizes that Logan is lying on his back, Nighthawk lays across Logan’s body as if for a lateral press while working one leg over the back of the Londoner's neck. The “Wrestling Machine” grabs the arm nearest to his head and then applies a wristlock with one hand and quickly applies more pressure by reaching through the bent arm of the “Nightcrawler” with his other arm and grabbing the arm applying the wristlock. The Chicago native pulls upwards applying more pressure to the elbow, causing Logan to scream out in abject agony and eventually tap out.)
Layne Marshall: “The winner of the match, as a result of a submission… and now the PWA WORLD Light Heavyweight Champion…. “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk.”
Franks: What a match by these two men! Logan Steel might not wrestle full time anymore but he can still go! And Nighthawk proved why he is the PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion!
Quadros: Somehow I feel robbed!
Not Over
Written by: Okori
As Nighthawk walks back up the ramp as he celebrates with the fans he stops at the top of the ramp and holds his title belt above his head again, only to turn around and have red mist sprayed in his face by his long-time rival and former friend Kaito!
Franks: Damn it! Get out of here Kaito!
Staggering around the “Wrestling Machine” tries desperately to windmill punches but only finds air as meanwhile Kaito drills him with one hard kick after another right to the chest, eventually firing a high kick to the face that crumples up Nighthawk like a folded piece of paper. Pulling up the Light Heavyweight champion up to a standing position Kaito holds the Chicago native by the hair and kicks him straight on in the face about approximately 15 times before crushing the “Wrestling Machine” with a Todome Da!
Franks: This is just sick, Ray. There's no need for this! Nighthawk can't even defend himself.
Quadros: Well maybe he shouldn't make enemies with Kaito.
Not satisfied even for a second Kaito walks to the back as the crowd in Tijuana remains stunned into silence, and comes out with a steel chair and a small ladder. Unfolding it Kaito places Nighthawk’s head in between the chair and climbs up to the top rung of the ladder and screams out “Shine” which means die in Japanese, before coming off the top of the ladder with a double stomp onto the top of Nighthawk’s head which remained wedged into the chair. Convinced he’s done all he needs to do the “Seiryuu” walks to the back, leaving Nighthawk a crumpled mess at the top of the ramp, making sure to leave the PWA World Light Heavyweight Title across his rival’s chest in the most humiliating fashion there.
Franks: Somebody get Nighthawk some help! This is a complete disgrace! Kaito is going to pay for this!
Quadros: Ha ha ha! Now I feel much better.
Remember My Name
Written by: Neil
Locked and loaded, the rough and tough Boz Wells is ready to bust some heads tonight if it comes down to that. The number two man inside Hammerfist Security is seen walking down the hallways the Plaza Monumental with an out of line Mexican PWA fan in a tight hammer lock, escorting him off of the premises. It feels just like back at home in Alabama working the red light district for Boz as he kicks open the exit door towards the parking lot. He continues to walk the disruptive fan away from the arena before shoving the man to the asphalt pavement.
Boz: And next time bring your amigos cause yer too damn easy!
The Mexican fan stumbles back to his feet, holding his arm painfully and looks back towards the security guard with a disgusted helpless look before running off for safety. A deep laugh begins to emanate from Boz’s mouth as he watches the outweighed and outclassed troublemaking fan disappear into the Tijuana night. Mr. Wells then wipes his hands clean with a smile as he prepares to go back inside and force his muscle down on more fans that can’t behave themselves.
As he swings the arena door open, he feels a slight shot to his chest. The tall muscular dark skinned Boz Wells looks down towards his feet where he finds the small bean counter, Victor Cornelius Roberts, laid out on the floor after carelessly running into the security guard. Not noticing who the shrimp is and also being overly aggressive tonight, Boz reaches down and picks up VCR by the collar of his dress shirt. As Mr. Wells begins to usher VCR out the front door in a rude manner, the geekster Board of Directors member begins to squeal out for help.
VCR: Ah! Help! Somebody! Wren! I’m being kidnapped! Ah!
The name “Wren” bounces off of Boz Wells’ eardrums just before he bounces VCR off of the pavement. Wren…Wren Chesney, that’s the name Boz puts together. He knows that woman, knows her real well. In fact, she’s one of only two people big Mr. Wells fears or simply hates to disappoint. Wren Chesney and Natalie Snow. The two people he’s learned not to cross.
Carefully, Boz sets VCR down and begins to brush off the nerd’s shoulder. He didn’t realize who had just picked up but now it comes clear that Mr. Wells has made a mistake.
Boz: Oh, ‘ey, you’re dat nerd Ms. Chesney hangs around with.
VCR: Huh? Yeah…yeah, I am!
Boz: I apologize, Mister?
VCR: Roberts! Why does everybody forget my name?!
Boz Wells remains standing there, unsure whether to answer that question or not. VCR, seemingly aggravated over tonight’s proceedings looks to storm past the security guard and go back into the arena. However, the massive arm of Wells gets outstretched in front of his face, blocking the path.
Boz: Roberts…Victor Cornelius Roberts. Yeah, I remember yer name.
VCR: You do?
Boz: Yeah. Now, do you remember my name?
VCR: Of course. You’re the security guy…Boz Wells.
Boz: Figured you would. Everybody remembers my name because of what I do. What do you do, Mr. VCR?
Mr. Roberts gulps slightly as the big man stares down at him.
VCR: I a…you know…do stuff.
Boz: I’m glad you do “stuff“, Mr. VCR. Is there anythin’ I can do for you?
VCR: Um…yeah, actually. Before we bumped into each other I was thinking to myself what a bad job you’re doing.
Oh, brave words little man. Boz Wells does not look to be too amused by that response as his face turns into a sneer that just might make this the last night VCR ever lives.
Boz: Really, short stack? How am I doin’ a bad job?
VCR: Isn’t it obvious! You’re allowing a wanted man run around the arena! If you really cared about your job then you would get the Mexican authorities here as soon as possible to eject this man from the Plaza Monumental!
Boz: Who, Mr. VCR? Who’s the wanted man? I’ll have ’em arrested immediately.
For the first time tonight, Victor Cornelius Roberts gets a big smile over his face as he and Boz Wells go back inside the arena to implement the law of the land.
Did I Pass the Piss Test?
Written by: Craig, Paul & Neil
Backstage in The Butcher's office, Reckless Jack is sitting in a chair while Butcher tends to some paper work. Butcher glances up to see Jack still sitting on the other side of his desk.
The Butcher: So you plan on leaving sometime soon?
Reckless Jack: Not until this test comes in and I prove to you I'm clean.
Butcher shakes his head and goes back to looking at a few papers. His office door nows opens as a generic backstage worker enters with a sheet of paper in his hand. The worker hands it off to Butcher. Butch takes a look at it before looking over at Reckless Jack. Reckless Jack looks the paper over and nods his head. Butcher stands up and grabs a black bag that happens to be on his desk.
The Butcher: Well, since you passed the drug test, I believe this belongs to you.
Butch pulls out the Atlantic Championship out of the bag and hands it to Reckless Jack. Jack takes the title and slings it over his shoulder.
Reckless Jack: You know, two of the three is done Butch. I passed your drug test and I got my title back. All I need to do now is find the son of a bitch who set me up. I know for a fact it was a set up. So when I find this person, you better believe there is going to be retribution.
The Butcher nods as Reckless Jack leaves the office. He walks down the hallway with his Atlantic Championship back in his possession. From the shadows Jason Sandman walks into the light and watches Reckless Jack head out of sight. As Jack is no longer visible Sandman heads straight into Butcher’s office. Butcher looks back at his door as he hears the door slam against the wall. Sandman stands in the door frame.
Butcher: Get out of here Sandman. I don’t have time for your crap.
Sandman ignores Butcher’s request and walks further into the office.
Sandman: Why in the hell does Jack have the Atlantic title back? He failed a drug test. You stripped his ass. No more title for him.
Butcher: He passed the second test. Therefore I have no reason to suspend him or strip him of the title.
Sandman laughs.
Sandman: He passed the second test. He passed the second test. ANYONE CAN PASS THE TEST WHEN YOU LET THEM KNOW WHEN THE FUCK YOU ARE GIVING IT TO THEM! YOU JUST SKIP DOING YOUR DRUG OF CHOICE!
Jason takes a deep breath.
Sandman: What I mean is... no wait I said it right. You have to be retarded to give him his belt back.
Butcher: Sounds like you know a lot about drug tests, Jason. When was the last time YOU took one for us? Hmm?
Jason: I was walking in to the bathroom as Jack was walking out. I passed my test. Your fucking doctor was there. See I knew there would be questions of did I bring someone else’s piss or I would somehow fake it so I pissed naked. I passed and just because you have some stick up your ass when it comes to me you gave Jack his belt back. I can guaranfuckingtee there would be no second chance for me. I would just be another victim of I am Butcher, hear me roar.
Commissioner Butcher stands up from his chair, obviously pissed about Sandman's threats.
Butcher: Oh you've got yourself a second chance, Sandman. Believe me, I'm seriously questioning myself right now as to why I'm doing this but I'm a fair guy. You're getting your rematch at Apotheosis with Reckless Jack for the Atlantic Championship. Whether you're able to cash in or not is not my concern. All I know is, you'll have nothing to come bitching to me about anymore because now it's all on your shoulders.
Sandman smiles as he hears Butcher’s words.
Sandman: It was never about the belt Jimmie, but I will take the belt back and since I was screwed out of the belt last time I call the type of match and my choice might surprise you.
Butcher: Go ahead, Sandman. Lay it on me. What kind of match do you want? I'm sure either way Reckless Jack will beat you. But humor me.
Sandman: I choice his boyfriends match. Pure Wrestling Match. That way when I knock his ass out he can’t claim I used a weapon to beat him. Now be a good bitch and make it official.
Butcher: You a pure wrestler? You make me laugh, Sandman. But hey, fine, you've picked your poison. It's official, you versus Reckless Jack at Apotheosis for the Atlantic Title in a Pure Wrestling Match. Here's hoping you can live with your choice.
Sandman: Here’s hoping for you that I don’t beat you to death with your own company’s belt.
Sandman walks out of Butcher’s office slamming the door behind himself revealing the hole that the door had left in the wall.
Ace Wylde & Dan Manheim vs Jostrodomus & JJ Biggs
Written by: Neil
"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. Both men get in the ring at the same time, through the middle rope, and begin psyching each other up for their match.
Franks: And here comes Nightmare Incorporated, Ray.
Quadros: The uncrowned tag team champions might I add.
Then “Enemy” by Sevendust kicks up as Jostrodomus steps out from the back to a big ovation from the PWA fans. As he’s walking down towards the ring, staring down Ace Wylde, “Voices” by Disturbed interrupts the #1 Contender’s theme music. A pissed off Joz turns around and finds JJ Biggs standing on the entrance ramp with his hands in the air, proclaiming himself to be the greatest of all time. As Biggs begins walking down towards the ring he gets confronted by his tag team partner of the night.
Franks: Looks like this team is all ready falling apart, Ray.
Quadros: When egos clash anything can happen, Carl.
While the two continue sharing choice words, Nightmare Inc. decides to start thing match whether they have a “team” to face or not. Ace Wylde and Dan Manheim crawl out of the ring and start a good old fashion brouhaha with Biggs and Joz. Ace and Jostrodomus throw fists back and forth. Manheim and Biggs duel it out. Referee Pierre French doesn’t know what to do so he calls for the bell!
Franks: I guess this match has started!
Joz with a knee to Ace’s midsection and then whips him into the barricade! Dan Manheim rakes the eyes of JJ Biggs then cuts the legs out from under him with a chop block. Joz runs at Ace with a clothesline to knock him over the barrier but Ace gets out of the way in time and lands a series of punches! Dan Manheim rolls JJ Biggs into the ring and these two are ready to start this match off. Manheim with an elbow to the prone neck of Biggs. Biggs shakes it off as he falls into a corner for separation. As Dan Manheim shoots in, Biggs catches him off guard and reverses rolls in the corner! BAM! OH! Jostrodomus just got whipped hard into the steel steps while Biggs is delivering a series of shots to Manheim in the corner!
Franks: I’m not sure how to call this match, Ray! We have two separate matches going on!
Quadros: You take one, I’ll take the other.
A European uppercut drops Manheim in the corner and now Biggs is rolling away with some stomps to the downed Nightmare Inc. member. Uh-oh, here comes Ace Wylde into the ring illegally and turns JJ Biggs around! Right! Left! Punches from Ace! Irish whip on JJ Biggs and he bounces off the ropes. Ace ducks the Biggs clothesline and JJ runs through right into Dan Manheim’s power slam!
Quadros: Now that’s what I call team work.
Ace Wylde is ushered out of the ring by the referee as Dan Manheim has control of Biggs. Jostrodomus is up on the apron looking for a tag so he can kick Ace Wylde’s ass. But before any of that can happen Manheim shoves Biggs chest first into the corner and comes from behind with a shoulder block right into JJ’s spine! Manheim with a release German suplex and Biggs is laid out! Cover! 1...2...KICK OUT! Jostrodomus was tempted to get into the ring as was Ace Wylde. Manheim puts the choke hold onto Biggs’ neck and Referee French counts…1...2...3...4! Manheim releases the hold. Wait, he goes for the choke again! 1...2...3...4! Again he releases it in time! Manheim pulls Biggs up and whips him towards the ropes. Biggs bounces off and comes back, stops short of the back body drop and drills Manheim with a double arm DDT!
Franks: What a move there by JJ Biggs to change the momentum!
Biggs makes the cover! 1...2...KICK OUT! JJ Biggs pulls Manheim up by the hair and leads him over towards the corner where Jostrodomus is hanging out at. Joz wants a tag in. Biggs has other ideas as he bounces Manheim’s head off the turnbuckle. JJ Biggs goes back to his stomping ways on his opponent while Joz has his hand stretched out. JJ tells him to “go to Hell!” Jostrodomus slaps Biggs across the back to tag himself in! The crowd pops as Jostrodomus steps between the ropes. Biggs and Joz have a tense stare down and Biggs steps to the outside as he’s told by the referee.
Franks: I don’t think JJ Biggs appreciated that tag out.
Quadros: I wouldn’t have either. He was in complete control. He doesn’t even need Jostrodomus’ help.
Jostrodomus pulls Manheim out of the corner and tosses him across the ring towards Ace Wylde. “Get in here you ugly mother fucker!” is clearly audible as Joz points towards Ace. Manheim tags out and Ace Wylde steps into the ring. Wylde and Joz circle around the ring for a moment then slam into each other mid-ring. A tie up leads to Ace Wylde gaining control and pushing Joz back into a neutral corner. Jostrodomus with the reverse and starts firing away with right bombs while Ace Wylde tries to deflect as many shots as he can. The referee wants a clean break! 1...2...3...4...Referee French gets in between as Jostrodomus won’t listen.
Franks: Jostrodomus has something to prove tonight against Ace Wylde.
Quadros: Why? So he can get his ass kicked again? He was humbled last time and for whatever reason his ego grew even bigger over the break!
Joz pushes the referee out of the way and extracts Ace Wylde from the corner with a fireman’s carry. Jostrodomus runs towards the ropes and bounces off with a flashy elbow drop! Hook of the leg! 1...2...KICK OUT! Jostrodomus gets the mount on Ace Wylde and fires away with rights and lefts like he’s the ultimate fighter. Again, the referee has to remind him what sport he’s in as he counts away…1...2...3...4...Joz pulls back just in time. He pulls Ace up and drops him again with a Fisherman’s suplex! Cover! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Jostrodomus starts laying in some boots and taunting Ace, telling the bitch to get up!
Franks: Ace Wylde is wondering where Referee Demitre Lionheart is right about now.
Quadros: Hey now that match was called down the middle last time!
Jostrodomus starts pacing back and forth as he riles up the fans. JJ Biggs could care less about his partner’s antics. Joz is waiting for Ace to get up…waiting…waiting…Dan Manheim steps into the ring and the referee has to restrain him! Ace Wylde gets up! NUFF SAID!…NO! Ace ducks and puts a home run style kick ball kick square to Jostrodomus’ groin! Joz goes down to his knees as the crowd boos loudly. JJ Biggs strangely laughs hysterically at his partner’s shattered family jewels while the referee is completely distracted!
Franks: That was the low blow of all low blows, Ray! Seriously, there should be a disqualification for that.
Quadros: Teamwork is teamwork, Carl. Can’t blame Nightmare Inc. for getting the job done.
While Jostrodomus is on his knees clutching himself, Ace Wylde runs towards the ropes and comes off with a big boot the face he calls Seein’ Red! Right to the side of the head! Ace Wylde hooks the leg! 1...2...2.9464376!! The crowd pops big time as Jostrodomus somehow kicked out! Ace Wylde pulls up Joz and puts him in a full nelson. He starts shaking the #1 Contender back and forth like a rag doll before driving Jostrodomus spine first into the canvass! Ace doesn’t even bother for the cover now as he puts his foot into the throat of Joz, trying to crush his wind pipe! 1...2...3...4! Ace Wylde backs off and tells the fans to go screw themselves.
Quadros: See, Ace pinning Jostrodomus wasn’t a fluke!
Franks: He had to low blow him to even get something started!
Quadros: So what? Jostrodomus was going crazy with closed fists.
Even JJ Biggs is started to get into the taunting game as he yells out to his partner to “tag out and let the real men fight.” Ace Wylde isn’t going to let that happen as he drills Jostrodomus with a cobra clutch suplex! Bridge! 1...2...2.999946134!!! There’s a sigh of relief and a groan from the crowd as Ace Wylde starts bitch smacking Joz across the back of his head. Oh! Ace Wylde sits out across the neck of Jostrodomus to drop him again!
Quadros: Listen to this Mexican crowd! They hate Jostrodomus! He’s a waste of time!
Franks: That’s a bunch of crap and you know it. They’re booing Ace Wylde.
The boo birds are out in full force as Ace Wylde is looking to end this one. He’s waiting for Jostrodomus to get up…waiting….waiting…waiting…Jostrodomus gets up and walks right into the Night Rider finisher!…NO!! NUFF SAID by Jostrodomus!! Ace Wylde is laid out by the super kick! Jostrodomus wobbles back and leans against the ropes so he can find his feet again and win this thing! BOOOO!!!
Franks: Oh for the love of God!
Quadros: You better believe he’s a God!
JJ Biggs slaps Jostrodomus across the back to tag in just like Jostrodomus did before! Massive heel heat for JJ Biggs robbing Joz from a potential victory. Biggs throws a couple stiff kicks into the midsection of Ace Wylde while Jostrodomus has to step out. JJ Biggs comes in with a side winding suplex and hooks the leg! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Double knee stomp to Ace Wylde’s head! Cover! 1...2...KICK OUT!! JJ Biggs is getting pissed about these kick outs so he pull Ace up in position for the Shockwave double underhook piledriver finisher…Dan Manheim comes into the ring and takes Biggs out with a clothesline! Dan Manheim starts laying in the boots to JJ Biggs!
Quadros: What a tag team partner!
After a couple moments of watching Biggs gets his ass handed to him, Jostrodomus finally enters the ring and turns Dan Manheim around! Right! Left! Right! Left! Manheim is knocked up against the ropes! European uppercut and Dan Manheim is over the top rope and to the floor below! Jostrodomus follows him outside and starts laying in some boots for good measure! Ace Wylde slowly gets himself up and shakes out the cobwebs. He pulls JJ Biggs up and whips him hard into a corner…NO! The damn one eyes referee was in the way!
Franks: Referee French just got taken out!
Quadros: That’s what happens when you send a referee to a match with an eye patch! He literally never saw it coming!
OH! The crowd goes crazy as Jostrodomus tosses Dan Manheim over the barrier and into the crowd! Ace Wylde in the ring is waiting for JJ Biggs to get up so he can nail him with the Seein’ Red running boot. As Biggs gets to his knees and then stands up, Ace Wylde runs towards the ropes…CRACK!!! OH!! Jostrodomus just knocked Ace Wylde the fuck out with one of the fan’s chairs from up on the ring apron! Joz hops back down and hands the fan the chair back then tries to make small talk with the fan like nothing ever happened. JJ Biggs sees that Ace Wylde is out cold so he adds the exclamation point by finishing the job with the SHOCKWAVE!!
Quadros: Robbery!
The barely conscious eye patched referee slowly calls the pin fall…1...2...THREE!!! DING! DING! DING! “Voices” begins to play again as JJ Biggs celebrates the victory as if he did the whole thing himself. Jostrodomus heads towards the back, looking back at the laid out Ace Wylde, nothing but a smile over his face.
Plans of My Own
Written by: Neil
The bitter taste of failure begins to fill Wren Chesney’s sweet mouth as Violation continues to roll on and she can’t think of anything to make the Commissioner’s night miserable. When she threw VCR out of their room earlier she figured some devious plan would occur to her but no, nothing at all. Perhaps Butcher will screw up this week and make life easy for her? Hardly.
She walks around backstage here at the Plaza Monumental, trying to get some fresh air for a new idea. As she walks around, she comes across a scene of PWA workers laughing hysterically over a drunk Jose’ Jose’ imitating wrestling legend Maelstrom. As Jose’ Jose’ falls flat on his rear end, the workers begin to laugh louder as the Mexican cannot find his feet. The fact that everybody else is having fun makes Ms. Chesney take her frustrations out on them.
Wren: Quit laughing! All of you! Get back to work! This is a fucking wrestling company, not a circus!
Most of the workers fearfully quit their antics and get as far away from this woman as possible. Left behind is Jose’ Jose’ with glazed over drunken eyes and completely unaware of how serious this situation is. He wobbles over towards Wren and leans against her, drawing a disgusted expression as his alcoholic breathe begins to fill her nostrils.
Jose’ Jose’: Sinorita…me touch you boobies?
Wren: What? Get away from me!
Apparently there’s a language barrier problem as Jose’ Jose’ proceeds to reach for her chest only to find his outstretched hand being used against him as Wren takes him by the wrist and roughly pushes him against the wall like she was a police officer. The how ever many year veteran finds himself in a compromising position as Wren holds his wrist behind his back, stretching it ever so carefully to draw a cry of pain from the drunk.
Wren: That’s what I thought you perverted prick! You don’t think I know how to inflict pain? Huh? Pain is my specialty and I particularly enjoy it when grown men submit to me! Do you submit or do I have to show you the power I have?!
Wren wrenches on Jose’s arm behind his back, drawing a painful yelp from the Mexican. A sinister grin begins to form over Wren Chesney’s red lips while she enjoys his helpless cries. His cries begin to excite her to the point where she almost forgets her problems with Commissioner Butcher. Finally, after either boredom of his cries or sympathy for him, Wren pulls him away from the wall and pushes him down the hall. Jose’ grasps his arm and runs off to lick his wounds.
While Ms. Chesney is enjoying the jobber’s run for safety, she hears a clapping sound coming from behind her. She turns around to find Board of Director member Demitre Lionheart standing there, enjoying the show as well.
Wren: Entertained yet, Demitre?
Demitre: Always. However, I find your latest power-play to be quite intriguing.
Wren: Oh? How so?
Demitre: I fail to understand how intimidating the workers and beating up losers will ever get you what you’re looking for. I sense…frustration, Ms. Chesney. Frustration on your part. Professional and…sexual?
Wren: Don’t kid yourself, Demitre. Other than your little screw job on Jostrodomus before, I don’t entirely care for you.
Demitre: Screw job…heh, that little display doesn’t even come close to how I well I “screw” people. Perhaps one day, Wren…you will enjoy my presence in a more…comfortable setting.
Demitre Lionheart shoots Ms. Chesney a smirk that draws some intrigue from the once frustrated woman. Wren gets closer to Demitre Lionheart, face-to-face and close enough for some to draw the conclusion of a potential relationship.
Wren: Is that an invitation?
Demitre: It most certainly is.
Wren: And what is your angle, Demitre? Why screw over Jostrodomus? For your own personal reasons or to impress me?
Demitre: That is for me to know and for you to find out my dear, Wren.
As the tension between the two grows, Demitre Lionheart gently brushes the hair off of her left shoulder, then takes a whiff of her perfume. She isn’t wearing any but still smells like a treat. With that little gesture, Demitre walks away without another word spoken. Wren Chesney is left standing there alone with a raised eyebrow and biting her lip. Exhilarating thoughts run through her head.
Brothers in Arms?
Written by: Paul & Andrew
A clearly pissed-off Terminus mutters curses under his breath as completes of wrapping his hands in preparation for his upcoming match against Chris Wilkins. Just as he finishes applying the final layer to his knuckles, the door to his locker room swings open, and a large man saunters through the entrance. Terminus notes that the man's face is obscured by a hooded sweatshirt, and doesn't bother to contain his look of contempt.
Terminus: Perhaps you should read the sign before you enter the Gundan RTO locker room, sir...you know...the one that reads "Members Only?" Of course...I'm going to assume that you're ability to read is sub-standard, given that only an idiot would wear a sweat-shirt like that in a hotter-than-Hades place like Tiajuana. So...I'll forgive your intrusion this one time, if-
Sandman: If what? You won’t do shit about anything that doesn’t have to do with a main event. Long time to talk fucker. Did you forget you have brothers in this war?
Jason walks over to the corner of the locker room and falls down sitting with his back up against the wall.
Terminus rips the final piece of tape off and stands up to his feet.
Terminus: Look, I have no bloody clue as to who you think you are, but I am in a VERY bad mood right now, and you REALLY don't want to antagonize me at this moment!
Jason: There was a time when you used to enjoy me antagonizing you. When I was your brother in the war against the Hell Brothers, but since you became champion there hasn’t been a word from you. Sorry we can’t all be champs, but a drug addict took my belt from me.
Terminus is shocked as he finally realizes who he is talking to.
Terminus: Jason!? Why in the name of God are you wearing a sweat-shirt in this ungodly heat!?
Laughter can be heard from under the hood.
Jason: The ugliness that has become me should not be shown to the those who can’t take the pain, but between Jack fucking me over and the man who was suppose to be a new mentor forgetting why he came to me you have brought back the angel of death.
Jason slides back his hood to reveal his bald head.
Jason: You have brought back what people feared. The man that no one wanted to be around. The man that everyone was afraid to be near.
Terminus pauses as he struggles to come up with a response; then slowly his eyes narrow, and he glares at Sandman through his mask.
Terminus: Well, well...the angel of death is back, eh? Good. I look forward to you wreaking havoc in the PWA, and obliterating anyone who stands in your path. But, know this, Jason...I will take no credit for the creation of this angel...after all, I was only doing what every good leader must be able to do...lead by example, and concentrate his efforts upon the annihilation of the enemy general. So...no, Jason, I don't deserve any credit for this...and I sure as hell don't deserve any blame either? Are we clear?
Jason smiles as he pushes himself off the floor.
Jason: No credit? No Blame? You believe whatever you have to believe in order to sleep at night, but remember one thing. The angel of death went after the first born. The first born were always thought of as the greatest. The angel plans to do the same. You are my brother in the war, but sometimes people have to realize when the leader is holding back his brother. I promise you that you will have the luxury of seeing it coming if ever does come to your death.
Terminus: Well, thank you so much for that, Jason. And, know that in response, I would be more than pleased to provide you with a quick, speedy demise that you DON'T see coming.
Terminus breaks out into an evil grin.
Terminus: But, enough of this...I have a match to prepare for- and you have to do....whatever it is you do.
Terminus begins to shoulder his way past Jason.
Terminus: Well, I guess I'll see you soon, "brother".
Jason: Might be sooner than you think my friend. You always claimed I forgot who I was. Maybe it’s time to remind you who you were Evan.
With that, Sandman shoves the World Champion with one hand, and sends him staggering back into the wall. Terminus glares at Sandman for a moment, and looks about ready to retaliate, before shaking his head and walking through the exit.
Maelstrom's Folly
Written by: Neil
Cleavage, nothing but cleavage. That’s all that can be seen as the scene opens up on the chest region of Nurse Cummings. Dressed in a skimpy white mini-skirt with a pair of thigh-high mesh pantyhose and a blue button dress shirt than can hardly contain her double-D’s, Nurse Cummings turns her attention towards Maelstrom with a seductive smirk. Maelstrom is feeling mighty lucky tonight despite the wound on his forehead after falling down earlier from drinking too many Negro Modelos. Perched up on the doctor’s bed, the Human Hellstorm’s drifty drunk eyes scan every nook and cranny that the nurse’s barely clothed body is willing to expose. Standing next to him is his elderly girlfriend, Mum Van Dyke, disgusted by this silicone nurse. Ignoring the obvious wound on Maelstrom’s head, Nurse Cummings makes her way over to investigate her new male specimen.
Nurse: And what could possibly be wrong with you, sugar?
Maelstrom: Heh, nothin’ you can’t fix.
Nurse: Well then, love, I just might have to put my hands to work.
Maelstrom: Oh! Please do, ma’am!
Maelstrom gets a grin wide enough to rival any groom at their bachelor party as Nurse Cummings begins to give him a thorough look over. Mum Van Dyke’s eyes begin to bulge out of her head and her jaw drops as she watches the nurse begin to rub her hands up Maelstrom’s thighs, getting closer to his special area.
Mum Van Dyke: Eh hem! I believe his condition is obvious! Along with being a disgusting pig, MY boyfriend has a gash that needs to be stitched up!
Maelstrom: Quiet woman! I wanna know the nurse’s prognoseees.
Nurse: Oh tell me, Mr. Maelstrom, what is afflicting you?
Maelstrom: Besides my pants not fittin’ anymore, I’m missin’ my Negro Modelo beer.
Nurse: Your pants don’t fit you say? Well take them off, hun!
Maelstrom: Now yer talkin’!
The Human Hellstorm pops up from the bench and reaches for his belt buckle. Before he can even honor the nurse’s request, Mum Van Dyke shoves him back down onto the bench. She then gets between her man and the nurse.
Mum Van Dyke: Listen here you little harlot! I don’t know what bimbo university you graduated from but I will not allow you to take advantage of my man when he is clearly intoxicated! Now where’s the doctor you stupid bitch!
Doctor H: Ello, ello, ello! What happens to be your problem today, sir?
Without a moment to spare, Dr. Houshmandzadeh comes walking into the room with a bag of potato chips in his hand and some crumbs stuck in his beard. Mum Van Dyke is taken aback by the Indian doctor’s appearance while Nurse Cummings appears to be enchanted by the doctor. Doctor H sets down his bag of Doritos and approaches Maelstrom, rubbing off his greasy fingers on his shirt.
Mum Van Dyke: You’re the doctor?
Doctor H: I’m a doctor? Hmm, today I am!
Mum Van Dyke: Good grief. Is there something you can do with his head?
Doctor H: Brain surgery?
Mum Van Dyke: No! Stitches!
Maelstrom: It’s just a scratch. Alls I wants it my Negro Modelo beer!
Nurse Cummings: And to lose your pants!
Maelstrom: Get me my beer and we can have a good ‘em party.
Maelstrom winks towards Nurse Cummings, driving her wild. Mum Van Dyke is not enthused at all about this situation. Doctor H begins to look over Maelstrom like a chimpanzee looks over a banana tree.
Doctor H: Well it appears you have a cut on your head.
Mum Van Dyke: Real perceptive doctor!
Doctor H: You’re not being very helpful, ma’am. You bring this patient to me and tell me how to do my job. Do I have to show you my degrees I printed up online? I have a binder full of them, ma’am. I was never one to hang my degrees on the wall. Somebody could steal them and pose as me, you know? Regardless of that, this man does not need stitches or brain surgery like you’ve suggested. All he needs is some Neosporin.
Mum Van Dyke: Brain surgery YOU suggested! Neosporin can’t fix everything, doctor!
Doctor H: It’s better than glue and not made from horses. Neosporin is horse friendly.
Mum Van Dyke: What the hell are you talking about?!
While Mum Van Dyke and Doctor H are arguing over brain surgery and horse friendly Neosporin, Maelstrom is laid out on the table with Nurse Cummings mounted on top of him and rubbing her breasts in his face! Doctor H gets a big smile over his face as he’s enjoying the sight almost as much as Maelstrom is enjoying his facial of boobs. Mum Van Dyke turns to find the disturbing scene.
Mum Van Dyke: MAELSTROM!!
Feeling completely betrayed by the man she loves, Mum Van Dyke runs out of the room in shock and in tears. The drunk Maelstrom laughs manically as Nurse Cummings giggles out loud while she begins bouncing up and down on him for fun.
Chris Wilkins vs Terminus
Written by: Neil
"Bleed it Out" by Linkin Park begins to play in the arena. As the chorus starts, 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 and when they reach ringside, they kiss then Jessi goes to the side of the ring as Chris slides in. He gets on a turnbuckle and raises his arms.
Franks: And there’s the former owner of PWA and his girlfriend Jessi, Ray. This could be the biggest match of his PWA career so far as he goes one-on-one with Terminus.
Quadros: I believe his biggest match of all time was against JJ Biggs at Redemption, Carl. He wrestled out of his mind against a barely breathing opponent and won with a fluke victory!
Franks: You’re full of it just like JJ Biggs. Chris Wilkins won that match straight up and since then Biggs has been doing everything possible to even the odds.
Natalie Snow's voice is heard on the PA, screaming "All hail your Savior!". As the crowd erupts in a chorus of boos, "Becoming the Bull" begins to blast over the PA system as Terminus appears at the top of the ramp, with "The High Priestess" Natalie Snow hanging off of him. As a series of pyro busts go off. 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. "The New Age Punisher slides into the ring, while Natalie hops onto the ring apron, and stands facing the crowd. Terminus then proceeds to pull her head back by the hair, and whispers something into Natalie's ear that causes her to grin maniacally, and shudder as though possessed by the Spirit. The masked man then gives his trademark throat-slash taunt while his "High Priestess breaks out into shrill laughter; Terminus then crouches in the nearest corner, and awaits the beginning of the match, while Natalie makes her way to ringside to support the man she calls "Savior."
Franks: After nearly a month off, Terminus has finally returned to action to start the new year, Ray.
Quadros: Hey, he’s the PWA Heavyweight Champion. He can wrestle when he wants and who he wants. He calls the shots.
Referee Andy Sheppard call for the bell and this match is underway. The two evenly matched wrestlers meet in the middle of the ring for and tie up. Terminus wins out right with a head lock and circles the ring with Wilkins in the vice, showing off the crowd how superior he is. Wilkins looks for a push off but Terminus has the head tight. Wilkins shifts momentum and breaks free with a swoop back drop! Terminus pops back up and looks to level Wilkins in retaliation…arm drag by Wilkins! Terminus back up! Another arm drag by Wilkins! Terminus shoots back in, arm drag again! Terminus slides out of the ring and pounds on the ring apron with frustration.
Franks: Chris Wilkins just proved to the Champion that maybe he shouldn’t take him lightly. Terminus just got a first hand look as to why Chris hasn’t been pinned yet in PWA.
Quadros: Give Terminus time to work off the rust. This is the Commissioner’s fault for not booking our Champion for a month!
Chris Wilkins gains a cheer from the crowd as he tells Terminus to get his ass back in the ring. Natalie Snow sticks up for her Savior and yells out he’ll go back when he’s ready. Terminus slides back into the ring and finds Wilkins all ready on top of him, being the aggressor. Forearm to the mask by Wilkins followed up by another one. Irish whip by Chris Wilkins and Terminus comes off the ropes, getting rolled over by a kitchen sink. Natalie Snow has a look of concern over her face as Chris Wilkins pulls up her Savior by the mask. Oh! Thumb to the eye by Terminus!
Franks: A thumb to the eye. Hardly a move becoming of a Champion, Ray.
Quadros: Hey, it stopped the momentum right?
Terminus follows up with a solid knife-edge chop! WHOOO!! Chop! WHOOOO!!! Irish whip by Terminus and Wilkins bounces off straight into a drop kick to the face! Terminus with a cover! 1...2...KICK OUT! Terminus applies a hammerlock on the canvass, making Chris work to get to his feet. As Wilkins tries to power out, he leaves himself vulnerable and gets placed into a stretch plum. Jessi starts pounding on the ring apron to get her man to will his way out of the hold. The crowd gets into it as well and Wilkins begins to feed off of them. At last Chris Wilkins is able to power his way out of the hold and flips Terminus over his shoulder.
Franks: These fans give Chris Wilkins a new lease on life in this match.
Terminus and Wilkins meet back up again with a clench. Terminus pushes Wilkins back into a corner where the Champion delivers a solid knee to the midsection. Terminus takes the doubled-over Wilkins by the head and is trying for a tornado DDT out of the corner! BAM! Oh! That was Terminus’ head bouncing off the canvass as he went all out for the DDT but Wilkins went no where because he grabbed onto the top rope! Wilkins shoots in and folds Terminus up with a bridging pin! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT!
Franks: Chris Wilkins nearly was able to pick up the victory there!
Quadros: If Terminus hit that DDT it would have been lights out Chris Wilkins!
Chris Wilkins picks up the stunned Champion and goes behind the back! German suplex by Wilkins! He hold on and rolls through…another German suplex by Wilkins! Again he holds on and rolls through…no! Terminus blocks the trifecta and then delivers an elbow to break free. Terminus runs towards the ropes looking for a clothesline but Wilkins ducks that, kicks Terminus in the midsection, then follows up with a delayed vertical suplex! Wilkins hooks the leg! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT!! Jessi thought he had it there!
Franks: Another near fall for Chris Wilkins and he’s proving himself to be a legitimate threat to Terminus tonight.
Quadros: This is ring rust damn it!
The Tijuana crowd pops loudly as Chris Wilkins applies a Mexican Stretch. Terminus is reaching out for the ropes but they are too far away! Jessi starts pounding the mat again, wanting the PWA Heavyweight Champion to tap out! Terminus is in some trouble here and Natalie Snow sees very few options. Natalie runs around the ring and pushes Jessi Colter away from the ring apron! Jessi has some choice words for Natalie Snow as the crowd begins to roar.
Franks: Uh-oh! This can’t be good!
Quadros: Cat fight!
As if on cue, the two ladies grab for each other and start rattling each other back and forth! The crowd pops loudly as Natalie Snow and Jessi Colter begin tussling on the floor, grabbing at each other’s hair and clothing! Meanwhile in the ring, Chris Wilkins is yelling out for Terminus to tap to this Mexican Stretch! Terminus continues to fight the pain until Wilkins releases the hold and slides out of the ring to pull Natalie Snow off of Jessi Colter. Natalie Snow with a loud bitch slap on Wilkins! WHOOOO!! Wilkins grabs the woman by the wrist as the crowd yells out for him to Last Shot the bitch on the floor! OH! BOOO!! Terminus comes flying through the ropes with a Mexican shoulder block that drops Chris Wilkins!
Franks: How many times have we seen that? Natalie Snow distracts his opponent and Terminus comes out of no where to take control!
Quadros: Blame Jessi Colter. If she would have just minded her own business none of this would have happened.
Terminus gets up and drags Wilkins to his feet only to slam him hard into the barrier outside. Jessi Colter voices her concern for her boyfriend right after Terminus follow up with a knee to the face! The referee yells for this match to come back inside the ring, something Terminus has no problem with as he rolls Wilkins in. Sling shot leg drop by Terminus and he hooks the leg! 1...2...THRE!! Terminus looks up towards Referee Sheppard as he pulls Wilkins to his feet. DIES IRAE!! Terminus has Wilkins out cold in a sit-out Tiger Driver! 1...2...2.99646143478!!!
Franks: How Chris Wilkins kicked out I’ll never know.
Quadros: Why he kicked out is the bigger question.
Jessi Colter goes back to pounding on the ring apron again to will her man on. This time Natalie Snow stays away and just barks out encouraging words to Terminus. The PWA Heavyweight Champion pulls Wilkins up and is looking for the Viaticum northern lights bomb! No! Chris Wilkins wiggles free and lands on his feet! Terminus turns around into a Hellraiser face plant! Both men are down!
Franks: Oh man whoever can get up here will have the advantage and could win this match!
Both Natalie Snow and Jessi Colter are cheering on their men. As the referee gets to a 6-count, Terminus gets up first. Chris Wilkins gets up a moment later. They both meet in the center of the ring. CHOP by Wilkins! WHOOOO!! CHOP by Terminus! WHOOOO!! CHOP by Wilkins! WHOOOO!! CHOP by…WILKINS! WHOOOO!! CHOP! WHOO! CHOP! WHOO! CHOP! WHOO!!! All chops by Chris Wilkins! Irish whip by Wilkins…Terminus off the ropes into a hurricane rana! Terminus pops back up with his feet wobbling! Dropsault by Wilkins and the Champion is down for good! Chris Wilkins shakes his head and feels the momentum as he points to the top turnbuckle. The crowd pops!
Franks: Chris Wilkins is going to the top turnbuckle!
Quadros: I hope he falls on his face!
Wilkins turns his back to Terminus and let’s fly with the highest moonsault of the night as flash photography goes off around the Plaza Monumental! OH!! Terminus got his knees up! Chris Wilkins is rolling around holding his ribcage after having the air knocked out of him! Terminus uses the ropes to get to his feet and rubs his knee with a smirk under his mask. As Wilkins gets on all fours to find his feet, Terminus drives that knee into the side of his head! Terminus then raises his hand in the air, drawing a boo from the crowd. He pulls up Wilkins and plants him with that Viaticum he tried earlier!
Franks: Ah man, just cover him and end it Terminus.
Quadros: Oh hell no! He’s sending a message that he can even beat undefeated guys.
Terminus hops up onto the top turnbuckle as Natalie Snow raises her hands in the air, saluting her Savior like he’s an angel. BAM! TERMINAL VELOCITY!!! The Champion hooks the leg and that’s all she wrote. 1!…2!….3!…DING! DING! DING! The crowd starts to boo even louder as Terminus takes his time getting off of Chris Wilkins. While “Becoming the Bull” kicks back up, Natalie Snow enters the ring to celebrate with her Savior and the Championship belt. Jessi Colter on the other side of the ring tries to revive her boyfriend.
Franks: Good match by Chris Wilkins. Now he knows it’s going to take more to compete at Terminus’ level.
Quadros: The streak is over! Terminus just kicked his former boss’ ass! Oh I can’t wait to hear his interview after this!
The Choice Is Yours
Written by: Josh & Andrew
"Enemy" by Sevendust kicks up over the PA systems as the fans begin to cheer on their icon Jostrodomus as he makes his way from the back with a big smile on his face. Terminus and Natalie continue to celebrate Terminus' victory over Chris Wilkins a man who's been red hot as of late. The smiles cease as Jostrodomus begins to speak.
Jostrodomus: Congrats on the win Termite, tip top form you were there. Hell you even pretty much beat him without anyone's help...I know I know...You figured you'd try everything once right?
(Terminus glares through his mask as the crowd breaks out into laughter).
Terminus: Well, well...what a pleasant suprise Joz...it seems as though you've decided to come down to ringside, and watch a competitor who's actually capable of winning a match.
He pauses for a moment.
Terminus: (smirking) Who knows...maybe it will help to improve your performance. After all, I wouldn't want to win TOO easily the next time we meet.
Jostrodomus laughs at the comments made by Terminus before responding to the champs words.
Jostrodomus: Funny how you should say such a thing Terminus, truly it is. Last week once again you and Skankalie showed your true colors and capabilities. Ace Wylde wasn't getting the job done and the other four of you decided to give him a helping hand for a second time. I'm sure the back stage skiing was quite a pleasant deal and I'm sure your whore loved the four for the price of one facials...GET EM' WHILE THEIR HOT AND JUICY!!!
The crowd bursts into a roar of laughter as Jostrodomus himself cracks a smile as Terminus tries to respond but is cut off by Joz.
Jostrodomus: Hold it right there you little varmit. Seeing as though you love to try and soften me up, get under my skin, and just piss me off Terminus...I've got a little surprise for you...No those bumps around Natalie's genital area isn't razor burn...But this surprise does deal with her.
Terminus: Joz, the only thing that's surprising is that you haven't choked to death on the stream of raw sewage that pours out of your mouth on a continuous basis! Now...I for one am getting just a little bit sick of listening to you make these juvenile, tasteless remarks about a women who is far smarter than you could ever hope to be! So, let it be known, right here and right now, that if you make ANY further comments of this sort, I will personally see to it that you'll suffer the worst possible consequences!
Jostrodomus: So calling her a cream filled whore will make you mad?
Terminus (very close to losing his cool): Joz...
Joz interupts Terminus before he can finish his sentence.
Jostrodomus: Terminus you know if I wanted some lip I'd just jiggle my zipper...Course Natalie would be the one to come running.
(A very livid Natalie wrenches the microphone out of her lover's grasp, and proceeds to shriek at Jos at the top of her lungs.)
Natalie: Oh, no I wouldn't Joz...because that would mean that you'd have a set to work with in the first place!
She pauses.
Natalie: You say you have a suprise for me, Joz...then bring it hell on! You don't scare me, and you don't scare my Savior! We can handle ANYTHING that your perverted little mind is capable of coming up with!
Jostrodomus smiles as Natalie continues to shout.
Jostrodomus: First off Natalie...My mind would be perverted if you weren't a two bit whore who actually commits the acts I speak of. Secondly Natalie tonight you have a choice to make...There's no way around it, but I'm a nice person and feel everyone should have a choice. So allow me to introduce you to your choices...You see next week IF I win my match against whoever I face...The follow week entails something lovely for you and no you're not going to get gang banged. So I'm sorry to break your heart.
The crowed bursts into laughter once again as Joz pauses.
Jostrodomus: You see Natalie here are your choices...If I WIN....You can either A...Get shaved...And not the brazilian wax type of thing...Or B...You have to step into a steel cage with The Human Hellstorm Maelstrom for fifteen minutes. I'll allow you to decide. Head shaved or Maelstrom? Like it or not...The choice is yours.
(The PWA World Champ's eyes go saucer-wide, and the color drains from Natalie's face as the crowd goes ballistic. The couple exchange concerned glances for a moment, and then Natalie raises the mic while staring through hate-filled eyes at the Number One Stunner).
Natalie: Well, I am NOT going to give you the satisfaction of watching me get a hair cut. It would probably turn you on far too much. Besides, you think I'm scared of that broken-down old coot!? Hell, it's a wonder that he's still able to walk! So...I choose option B...fifteen minutes in the ring with-
(At that moment, Terminus grabs the mic from Natalie, and levels an ice-cold glare at Joz.)
Jostrodomus: Got something to say? Or you just going to hold that mic as though Natalie were holding a shaft?
Terminus: ENOUGH JOZ!
He pauses.
Terminus: We'll take option A...IF you win your match next week, then Natalie shall get a haircut. But, in order to do so you'll have to win in a match stipulation of MY choosing. Think you can handle that, Joz?
Jostrodomus: Oh Terminus here we go again you trying to soften me up...But I'll make you a deal...You choose the match type and I'll knock the dog piss out of someone anyways...and if you happen to show up to try and sway things in the two of you's favor...Then...I'll make sure you don't even walk into Apothesis. That's a fucking promise.
Terminus: *with an evil grin* Well, I guess we have a deal, Joz...
Jostrodomus: Sure we do Terminus...Now let's hear this match stipulation...
Terminus: In order to win this week's match, Joz...you'll have to do something you're just not very good at...wrestling in a technical manner. That's right...next week, Joz, you're going to be involved in a Pure Wrestling Match...and I, for one, shall be very interested to see how you fare!
Jostrodomus: That's all? Have fun fuckin' a skinhead.
Joz turns and walks away as Terminus shoots a nasty look in Joz's way.
Video For the Champion
Written by: Paul
Terminus walks into his locker room after his match and sees a television turned on showing himself in real time. As he watches it a video starts up. The voice of Sandman plays over the video.
Sandman: World Champion Terminus.
A short scene of Terminus in action in seen.
Sandman: Former Lightweight Champion Jiraiya Kaito.
A Short scene of Kaito is seen.
Sandman: And myself Jason Sandman.
A short scene of Sandman is seen.
Sandman: Together we are known as Gundan RTO, but next week all that will be set aside as they will face each other in a Triple threat Iron Man Match. Will the champ be ready for what he has coming to him or will he become just another bitch?
A Wanted Man
Written by: Neil
Commissioner Butcher exhales with a sigh of relief as tonight’s proceedings just came to an end. Wasn’t too bad of a night for the Commissioner minus Wing Zero no-showing and Jason Sandman bugging him. All in all, a pretty good night. Mugs Hammerfist is also in the room filling out some paper work after a few fan ejections tonight. The Butcher rubs his face with some exhaustion and then leans back into his black executive chair.
The Butcher: Well, Mugs, let’s hope the next couple of weeks down here south of the border run just as smoothly.
Mugs: Definitely. Here I was expecting riots or something from the Mexican people. They were well behaved.
The Butcher: That they were. I’ve always enjoyed my stays in Mexico save a couple times where things didn’t go as planned.
All of a sudden there’s a loud banging at the Commissioner’s door. Both Butcher and Mugs look at each other with perplexed gazes. Who else wants something?
The Butcher: Yeah? Come in.
The door swings open and in walk a couple Mexican police officers. Following behind them is security guard big Boz Wells.
Police Officer: Señor, are you Jimmy Cortez?
The Butcher: Yes, is there something wrong officer?
Police Officer: Please come with us, Señor Cortez.
The Butcher: What for?
Both police officers approach The Butcher from behind the desk.
Mugs: Boz, what’s going on?
Boz: I’m just doin’ my job, boss.
Police Officer: Señor Cortez, you are under arrest in connection to the assault and battery of Jorge Rivera last year. We received a tip on your warrant this evening. We’ve been looking for you for some time. Now are you going to come with us peacefully or do we need to carry you out?
The Butcher: No, it’s cool. I’ll come with you.
Mugs: How could you do this, Boz? He gave us an opportunity to keep his company under control and you’re having him arrested?
Boz: I didn’t call.
Mugs: Then who did?
As the police officers handcuff Commissioner Butcher behind his back, in walks that slime ball geek Victor Cornelius Roberts.
VCR: I did.
The Butcher: Good card, VCR. I’m sure Wren put you up to this. I should have seen this coming. I should have known you’d go so low. But believe me, when I get out and get my hands on you, you’ll never listen to your whore wife again!
VCR: Officers! He just threatened me! I wish to pursue charges!
The police officers flank both sides of the Commissioner as they lead him out of the office in handcuffs. Mugs, Boz, and VCR follow behind as they all walk down the hallway. Some PWA staff are completely shocked as they witness the Commissioner being escorted out of the building in handcuffs. Then along comes Wren Chesney, just as shocked as anybody.
Wren: What’s going on here?
Police Officer: Pardon us, ma’am.
VCR: I’m having this wanted man arrested! And I do plan on collecting MY reward!
Still shocked Wren begins to follow the party to get filled in on the details. VCR is all giddy like he just did the greatest thing in his entire life. Back behind near the office still, Mugs Hammerfist gives his associate Boz Wells the dirtiest look and then yells down the hall.
Mugs: Don’t you worry, Butcher, I’ll get you a lawyer!
The final scene shows the Commissioner being walked past some more PWA employees, including wrestlers. The arena doors are opened and the Commissioner and Tijuana police officers disappear behind the closing doors.
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