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Violation 23
Sunday, April 6th, 2008
Kemper Arena in Kansas City, Missouri
On To Different Projects
Written by: Gundan RTO Members
(Terminus and Natalie Snow are shown standing in the ring, in one another's arms, with huge smiles on their faces as
"Becoming The Bull" plays in the background.)
Terminus: (speaking into the mic): Well, VOW was certainly quite the event, wasn't it?
I defended the PWA World Heavyweight Title for the second time... ...and, of at least equal importance, was engaged to
be married to the woman of my dreams.
(Natalie smiles, although her grin quickly disappears as a loud “slut” chant breaks out.)
Terminus: (shaking his head): Why am I not surprised at that reaction? I guess I shouldn’t mention how Jostrodomus
was humiliated by Valentine Lionheart, or, how Jiraiya Kaito defeated Ace Wylde...
(Terminus smirks as the crowd’s boos grow even louder)
Terminus: And, I guess I shouldn’t mention how-
(Before the World Champion can continue, "Game On" by Disciple hits the PA and Jake Keeton steps out onto the ramp,
the World Light Heavyweight Title around his waist and one of the Tag Team Titles over his shoulder. Keeton smiles as he
surprisingly receives a mixed reaction once the fecal matter covered Project Catastrophe t-shirt he's carrying in a zip lock bag
is noticed. Keeton walks down to the ring and hands the bag to Terminus then retrieves a microphone of his own.)
Keeton: You can have that back...
(Terminus stares down at the contents of the bag with a look of distaste, and Natalie starts to turn an interesting shade
of green. The New Age Punisher takes a deep breath and then shakes his head as he stares at the double champion.)
Terminus: Jake...I know that you’re upset, but-
Keeton: Upset? *the smile fades* Hell yes I'm upset, not about being kicked out of the joke that Project Catastrophe has
become, but because your pal Val has got these ungrateful bastards cheering for me again and I didn't ask for that so I hope
they don't think that's why I'm out here.
(He pauses for a moment as what little cheering he was getting quickly fades. This brings the smile back to his face and
he again faces the Champion.)
Keeton: Terminus, the reason I'm out here is because I never signed up to be part of Project Catastrophe to begin with,
Gundan RTO is another story. I'd like to remain part of the group but not if it's a branch of PC. None of the other guys want
anything to do with The Brotherhood either.
Terminus: Look, I know Valentine and company can be difficult to deal with...and I think certain members of the Project
may have overreacted to the result of one of the matches. ...
Still...there must be some way to work things out...*stares helplessly at Jake...isn’t there?
("I Am The Thorn" kicks in, and Red Dragon makes his way to the ring, with an inscrutable expression on his face. The
other members of RTO stare expectanly at him as he grabs a microphone, and climbs into the ring.)
Dragon: I'll make this very short...It is time for you to put up...or shut the fuck up, Terminus!
You've talked a lot about how you want to honor the wishes of your friends, and of your fellow members in RTO. Well,
no one in Gundan RTO wants any part of the Lionhearts...no one wants any part of The Brotherhood, and no one wants any
part of the Project!
So...now that you know this...what are you going to do?
Terminus: (shaking his head) I...
("Follow Your Generation" by Acma blares over the arena speakers, causing a slightly mixed reaction to erupt from the
fans in attendance. All of a sudden, Jiraiya Kaito makes his way down to the ring ... He slides into the ring and approaches
both Terminus and Jake Keeton with a look of disgust clearly written on his face, which catches the attention of the champ.)
Terminus: I take it, Jiraiya, that you have something that you wish to say...
Terminus points the microphone to the Seiryuu, who says nothing in response. He remains standing with a look of
disgust as he turns his head slightly to the side...He shakes his head in disbelief before walking over to the corner and asking
for a mic of his own. The Seiryuu then returns to the two champions and finally speaks his mind.)
Jiraiya Kaito: Nothing I say is what you no hear already. But since you want to know, I tell you...Ever since you make
decision to join force with Barentain Raionhaato... I admit. Decision no sit so well with myself and rest of Gundan RTO.
(The crowd gives another mixed pop, although this one is much more favorable than any that have been heard before.
The eyes of the masked man grow wide as he stares at his stablemate, while Natalie shakes her head at what has just been
said.)
Terminus: I...I don't know what to say...I thought that the only person who seemed to have reservations about the
Project was Jason... Why didn't you say anything about this before!?
Jiraiya Kaito: Simple. You no ask me. You no ask anyone else. You just assume everyone in Gundan RTO okay with
decision to join force of Barentain Raionhaato...So much I hate to inform you of this... but we realize this become problem.
Become very difficult to trust one that not known for to be able to trust in first place.
Terminus: (looking frustrated) He...He...agrees with our goals, Kaito! He was finally able to understand what I...what
WE were trying to accomplish when we formed RTO! And, if someone agrees with what we were trying to do, why...why
shouldn't we accept any help that they might be able to provide!?
(The Seiryuu runs a hand down his face as if he can't believe what he just heard. He then walks up to Terminus and
gets in his face.)
Jiraiya Kaito: Open you eyes, Taminusu! You suppose to be Sekai Hebiiueeto Chanpion! You suppose to be leader of
Gundan RTO! You not suppose to be blind! Of course Barentain Raionhaato agree with our cause! He agree no matter what
cause is as long as he come closer to you title!
(Terminus stares at Jiraiya for a moment, and then exchanges uncertain, helpless glances with Natalie before turning
his attention back to Kaito as the crowd starts to chant the latter's name.)
Jiraiya Kaito: And to think I know you all of this time! Think Kenji make right choice when he choose you to defend my
honor when I not able to! Now... I wonder if Kenji make wrong choice!
(The fans have an "oh snap!" moment as Terminus can't believe what the Seiryuu just said to him.)
Natalie (barging forward and grabbing her fiance's mic) How DARE you, Kaito!?
Natalie: This man fought like HELL for your honor, and bled for you when NO ONE would give you a second thought.
And, you have the NERVE to say something like that to him!? Maybe my Savior shouldn't have fought for your cause after
all!
Voice: Natalie do you need a time out child.
(Everyone turns there attention to the ramp as Jason Sandman walks down the ramp. Jason slides in under the bottom
rope and gets right into the middle of things. )
The Angel: Children obey your parents, and since none of them seem to be around, listen to me.
(Natalie glares at Sandman but is silenced by her lover's stare.)
Terminus: (smirking) Angel...how great of you to join us.
Angel: You don't get to speak, only listen. Now Terminus it seems that everything I have told you in the past month has
finally smacked you in the face. Hope it wasn't too hard.
(This comment elicits another mixed pop, and actually gains some cheers from the crowd.)
The Angel: (smiling) But I do have to say that you are taking the truth very well.* Points at Natalie* To bad she can't.
(Once again, the crowd breaks out into cheers. Natalie looks about ready to tear into the Angel, but is once again
silenced by her lover's ice-cold stare, and shake of the head.)
The Angel: Don't hold her tongue for her Evan. Let her speak her peace, but let her know that in my world even a
whores words can lead to her death.
(Terminus glares at the implied threat, but then nods at Natalie, who steps forward, and stares the Angel directly in the
eye.)
Natalie: Angel, since when did it become a crime to fight for the cause that we all consider to be worthy? I damned
nearly killed myself for this cause I couple of weeks ago, and now you tell me that this was in vain!?
(The Angel looks down at Natalie)
The Angel: Vain? You ask me if it was all in vain? Tell me something child. when you went through that windshield,
what went through your mind? Was it that you may never see Evan again or was it that you just pushed the Project further
along. I was wait for your response, but I already know your answer. You thought of Evan and your love for him. Don't tell
you that you did anything in vain, when you watched your savior scream in pain with Andrews and did nothing. You say you
love him, but you wouldn't even die for him.
Terminus: THAT'S ENOUGH!!!!
The Angel: I told you, you don't talk. She wanted to be a part of this and now she gets to listen to it. Fools often join the
game and get upset when the game plays them. Evan did you believe that Valentine agreed with us or was it just a way to
keep him from going after what you worked so hard for. Did you use the belt to buy his loyalty? Did you use the gold to try
and buy his soul?
(Terminus grabs the microphone from Natalie's hand and steps forward, glaring at the Angel with fury in his eyes.)
Terminus: I didn't use the gold to purchase ANYTHING, Angel! I simply thought that Valentine was on the same page,
in much the same way that I thought WE were on the same page!
(Terminus continues to burn a hole through the Angel with his stare)
Terminus: It would seem, though, that I was mistaken, wasn't I? I now have to contend with Kaito questioning my
loyalty, and a demented daemon questioning my devotion to the cause I WE were supposed to be fighting for!
(A bitter smile flickers across the face of the masked man.)
Terminus: So...congratulations, Angel. You got EXACTLY what you wanted, didn't you!?
(A glimmer of confusion flickers in the Angel's eyes. Terminus edges even closer to him, not once taking his eyes off of
the Angel.)
The Angel: Evan...
Terminus: SILENCE! You have said all that you've needed to say! Now, I get the opportunity to respond, whether ANY
of you like it or not!
I have viewed Gundan RTO as the means by which this group of outcasts and iconoclasts could express their views, and
fight for the causes that they believed in. Nothing more, and certainly nothing less.
Yet, for months now, you've been trying your level best to have me question myself, and the worthiness of the cause
that I represent...whether it be by threats or by deed. You've now succeeded. I hope that you rejoice in your victory!
(The Angel grabs Terminus and turns the World Champion back so that Angel has Terminus's full intention. Before
speaking the Angel shakes his head.)
The Angel: Rejoice, What do I have to rejoice for? For months I have laid down threats and i have tried it the peaceful
way. Words don't seem to matter to you, only actions seem to. That's why I laid down the challenge to face you in a match. A
match that took you to a point that no other man has taken you yet. For awhile peace was brought back to us, but then you
began to slip back into your old ways. Actions may need to speak again. This time I don't know if Kaito's words can save you.
Terminus: This matter needs to be settled, Angel, because I will NOT have you threaten me, or the one that I love any
more...
(The crowd starts to buzz as the two edge even closer to one another, staring one another down as the other members
of RTO brace themselves for what appears to be an almost certain physical confrontation. At that moment, the figure of
Mary Katherine MacDonald appears at ringside, and yells "STOP IT!" at the top of her lungs. As the members of RTO look on
in shock, she enters the ring and storms over to where The Angel and Terminus stand, maneuvering in between them as
she grabs the microphone out of the masked man's hand.)
MK: Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, but I think a couple of words need to be stated before this situation gets out of
hand.
Evan...Natalie...I appreciate your devotion to the cause you're fighting for, and I don't think anyone here would, or
should question your loyalty...
But...sometimes I think it's necessary for people to think about HOW they should express that loyalty...and this might be
one of those occasions. Evan...I know you consider Val and Logan to be friends, and Nat, I know that you're close to
Amber...But...If they're the friends that you think they are, they'll understand that THIS is where you belong...That these
people are ALSO your friends...
The two of you consider RTO to be your FAMILY. Are you prepared to abandon this family because they happen to
disagree with something you did!?
(Terminus and Natalie exchange glances, considering the words as the crowd, and then nod and shrug as they concede
the point to their friend. At that moment, Demetire Lionheart appears, flanked by his two bodyguards and glares at MK as
he makes his way toward the ring.)
Demetrie: I cannot believe you, Mary Katherine! I have invested a considerable about of time, effort, and money into the
Project...and now, one of my very own employees wishes to see that go to waste! You have no place in this ring, you little
tart, and I think it's time that we leave, and discuss this matter in private!
(With that, Demetrie climbs onto the ring apron and reaches out to pull MK out of the ring by the arm. Every member
of RTO regards Lionheart with disgust in their eyes...but before any other member can do anything...The Angel reaches over
the ropes and grabs Demetrie by the throat)
The Angel: Demetrie I will make this plain and simple. Let go of her or I will break your fucking throat.
(It has become evident that Jason Sandman has come back to the light as he tightens his grip on Demetrie)
Demetrie: You...you...
Jason: Demetrie it will be hard give out orders if you can't talk or hell if you can't live at all. I am doing everything I can
to hold back The Angel, but if you don't let go i will let him kill you.
(Incredibly, the crowd is now cheering with one voice as the surreal scene plays out before their eyes.
Terminus stares at Lionheart as he drops into a fighting stance, and draws a thumb across his throat, while the other
members of RTO nod their assent to Jason's words and drop into fighting stances as they stare down Lionheart's bodyguards.
Even Natalie has her cane lifted up, and seems prepared to use on Demetrie From the look in her eye.
Lionheart finally relinquishes his hold on MK's arm and slowly backs away with hatred in his eyes. Jason smiles as he
watches Demetrie step back.)
Jason: You are, you will be, and you have always been my bitch.
Demetrie (staring at the other members): You ungrateful, loathsome...
Terminus: Demetire...this discussion no longer concerns you. It no longer concerns a Project that now seems to have
been completed. Gundan RTO has moved on to different projects, and you would do well to understand that!
(The crowd cheers that statement, which is punctuated by Terminus throwing the fecal-stained bag at Demetrie.
Lionheart storms off, with his bodyguards in tow, without saying another word. Terminus shakes his head, while Natalie
makes her way over to where MK stands to check her arm.)
Terminus: I...guess I owe you all an apology. I owe each of you an apology for committing Gundan RTO to the Project
without asking your opinion on the matter. I was just trying to what I thought was the right thing for RTO...*shakes head*
Guess it wasn't the right decision to make after all...
(Jiraiya Kaito places a hand on the World Champ's shoulder and speaks to him in a calm demeanor.)
Jiraiya Kaito: Now... you eyes open. Keep them open always. For sake of Gundan RTO.
(Once again, the crowd gives a mixed reaction as "Deep Impact" begins to kick in over the PA. Sandman flips over the
top rope, landing on his feet beside MK, who gives him a wide smile. Meanhwile, the other members exchange bemused
glances over the fact that a pretty good percentage of the crowd are cheering as they make their way toward the exit.)
Franks: I...I can't believe it! The landscape of PWA has changed yet again as Gundan RTO has withdrawn from the
Project!
Quadros: I just don't get it! They had enough enemies as it was...why would they want go and make even more by
making a decision like this!? You know damned well that Demetire isn't going to be thrilled with this, and neither will Wren
Chesney and VCR!
Franks: Well, maybe RTO figures that they can deal with this...after all, they still hold every title that the PWA has to
offer!
Quadros: Well, this week sure as hell got a lot more interesting...and I'm interested to see what results from this
decision!
Why I am Here
Written by: Okori
(As Nighthawk wheels his suitcase through the back door of Kemper Arena in Kansas City, Missouri on his return from
a training excursion to England where he is rumored to have learned a variety of new moves and submissions. Clad as he is
in a white T-shirt with his picture on the front with a Union Jack in the background and “HMS Best in the World” on the
back in Old English text, blue jeans, and black work boots, Nighthawk grins mirthlessly and pulls his suitcase up to the
entrance door.)
Nighthawk, pulling his long cherry bomb-red locks out of a crudely put-together ponytail: I leave to go to England, and
even from the second I take that transcontinental flight, the PWA I knew explodes in on itself. And in what I can only
describe as a saintly act I got a phone call from the people who had tried to bring me to England, and they told me this:
“We’ve seen what’s gone on in PWA. Go back. They need you more than we will.” So I’m here now. And I’m here for a lot of
reasons. But the main one is simple: I’m here to prove once again that I am the Best in the World.
London McCormack vs. Cross Recoba
Written by: Andrew
( The sold-out crowd at the Kemper Arena is going ballistic; among the many signs that can be seen are: "Jake Keeton
Took a Dump on This Sign!", "London McCormack: YOUR Future Wrestling God!", and "Hey Cross! Thanks For Letting me
in Without a Ticket!")
Franks: What a way to start to begin this week's Violation! Cross Recoba and London McCormack are both undefeated
in singles competition, and neither of them seems to look the other all that much!
Quadros: Yeah, it'll be fun to watch two of the hottest young stars in the PWA go at it tonight...hell, it's fun to call an
opening match that doesn't feature Adam Majors, for that matter!
( Cross Recoba earns a pretty impressive amount of jeers and catcalls as he appears in the arena, and makes his way to
the ring as Muse's "Space Dementia" plays in the background, and the volume of the boos increase as he flips off the fans on
the way to the ring. The boos turn the cheers, though, as Prodigy's "Firestarter" kicks in over the PA system, and London
McCormack appears. The Irishman never takes his eyes off of his opponent, even as he slaps a few of the hands that are
offered, and then slides into the ring to await the start of the match. London and Cross glare at one another from their
respective corners, and Sasha Brown decides that any pre-match instructions will fall on deaf ears, and simply turns to the
timekeeper and signals for the opening bell.)
* Ding Ding *
( The two competitors circle one another for a moment, before engaging in a lock-up; they jostle for position, until Cross
finally is able to maneuver his opponent into the ropes. Brown signals for a clean break, and it looks as though The Sicilian
will comply, but at the last moment, he slaps McCormack with the palm of his hand. An infuriated London charges forward,
but is taken down with a quick armdrag. Recoba smirks as he sinks in an armbar, but McCormack keeps his cool, works his
way to his feet, and fires a forarm to the chin that causes Recoba to step back and release the hold. This allows London the
oppontunity to whip him into the ropes, but Recoba shows some awesome agility by leaping onto the tope rope, and then
nailing his opponent in the face with a Turnaround Missile Dropkick as the latter steps forward to press his advantage.)
Quadros: Pretty impressive showing by Cross at the beginning to the match. I always thought that McCormack was
overrated, and it looks like my opnion of him was correct!
( Cross apparently doesn't think much of London either, and he sneers in contempt at his downed rival before dropping
to his knees, and placing a single hand on his chest with a nonchalant cover: 1....2....Kick Out. Hauling his opponent to back
to his feet, Recoba scoops him off the mat before slamming him back down into a the canvas. Recoba then calmly gets to his
feet before flipping forward into a standing somersault legdrop that connects against the throat of his adversary. Another
cover: 1....2....Shoulder Up! Drawing a finger across his throat, Cross then hauls his opponent back to his feet, and doubles
him over with a kick to the gut, cinhes in a tight front facelock, and the lifts him into a brutal Implant DDT! Cross is all smiles
as he applies the cover: 1......2.........THREEEWAIT! LONDON KICKS OUT!)
Franks: Great show of heart by London, but he's been taking a bad beating throughout the course of the match, and I
don't know how much more punishment he can endure!
(Recoba's smile freezes, and then dissolves, replaced by a look of annoyance and frustration as he stares at his opponent.
Hauling him up yet again, Cross spins his opponent around, and nails him in the back of the head with a nasty forearm.
London collapses to his knees, and Recoba proceeds to apply a Dragon Sleeper, and smirks as he watches his opponent
struggle against the effects of the hold. Cross then lifts him to his feet, and then tries to take him over into the Skim (Osaka
Stunner); London, though, still has a lot of fight left in him, and manages to push Cross away from him before he can nail
the Ace Crusher. Recoba springs off the ropes, looking to take the Irishman's head off with a clothesline, but London avoids
that as well, and then proceeds to backflip into a Pele Kick that cathes Recoba square in the face!)
* HUGE COUNTER OUT OF NOWHERE POP! *
( London takes a moment to shake off the effects of the hold, and then his eyes narrow as he watches his opponent
begin to struggle to his feet. As soon as Cross rises, London charges forward and leaps into the air, nailing him with a
beautful dropkick that connects directly on the bridge of his opponent's nose. Cross hits the mat in a heap, and London lets
out a primal war cry as he assumes the mount, and rains down right hand after right hand on his stricken opponent.
McCormack then hauls his opponent up by his hair, grabs him around the waist, and then takes him over into a Northern
Lights Suplex, brdging back for the cover: 1......2.....Shoulder Up! Undaunted, London hauls him back to his feet, and then
traps his opponent's arms between his, before head-butting him several times.The Irishman then takes him over into a
Trapping Suplex, bridging back yet again for another cover: 1..........2.........TH-KICK OUT!)
Franks: Oh my, London has REALLY turned it on in the last couple of minutes, and has Cross in a bad, bad way. Still
think he's overrated, Ray?
Quadros: Whatever....just call the damned match.
( London shakes his head, and slams the mat in frustration before taking a deep breath to regain his cool. He then waits
for his opponent to rise, and then proceeds to chop his legs out from under him with a basement dropkick to the knee.
Recoba clutches his injured limb in agony, and McCormack adds to his misery by grabbing the trageted leg, and then lifting
Recoba into the air before slamming him back down on the mat. London then turns his opponent over, and tries to apply a
figure four leglock, only to have his opponent counter by rolling him up, and grabbing his tights for extra leverage:
1..............2............KICK OUT! Both men are up at roughly the same time, and begin exchanging punches! London! Cross!
London! Cross! London! London! Cross with a rake of the eyes, followed by a Jawbreaker that sends his opponent stumbling
backward! Cross tries to whip his opponent his opponent into the ropes, but his opponent reverses the whip and pulls him
into a vicious Side Effect! Cover: 1...........2........Kick Out! Logan signals to the crowd that he's had enough of Cross and as the
crowd goes ballistic sets him up for the Slingshot DDT that serves as one of his finishers!)
Franks: WAVE OF THE FUTURE!
Quadros: NO! CROSS COUNTERS!
(Inded, Recoba has somehow found the engergy to counter the attempt into an Inverted Bulldog, driving his opponent
face first into the mat. After taking a moment to shake clear the cobwebs, Recoba then stares daggers at his opponent as he
struggles to rise to his feet, and then London over with a kidney punch, before sinking in a front facelock. He then powers
the Irishman up so that he's lying on top of the top rope, and then drives him down with thunderous Elevated DDT that
causes hs opponent to land on the top of his head! Staten island Drop! Cover: 1.............2................THREEEEEEFOOT ON
THE ROPES!)
* INSANELY CLOSE NEAR FALL POP! *
(Recoba can't believe it, and glares at Sasha Brown, and then at London. Cross then proceeds to deliver a nasty stomp to
the back of his opponent's head as he attempts to rise, before hauling him to his feet and sinking in a 3/4's facelock. Cross
then runs toward the corner, obviously looking to nail his opponent with the Sicilian Typewriter, but, Logan once again is
able to push him off of him and into the turnbuckes. Cross manages to stop himself from hitting the corner, and tries to take
his opponent's head off with a Superkick! Blocked by London! McCormack then grabs the extended leg, and twists himself
into a Dragon Screw Legwhip before applying the anklelock that serves as his other finisher!)
Franks: Flux Capacitor! And he's got it cinched in in the center of the ring!
(Cross's eyes bulge out in agony as he searches for a possible means of escape. Recoba slowly tries to pull himself toward
the ropes, but London is having none of it, and simply pulls him back to the center of the ring! London then drops into a leg
gravevine, making it even harder for his opponent to escape. McCormack grits his teeth to apply even more pressure, while
Cross looks to be near tears. The ref's asking if Cross want's to quit! NO! You Sure!? NO! London cranks even more on the
hold, and Cross realzies that it's tap or have his ankle broken...TAP!TAP! TAP! London releases the hold, and climbs onto the
second turnbuckle to bask in the fans' cheers while Recoba cradles his leg with a look of disgust on his face.)
Layne Marashall: Here is your winner.......LONDON MCCORMACK!
Franks: What a match! London wins again, and his winning streak continues. Cross has nothing to be ashamed of,
though. He extended London like very few people have during the young Irishman's career!
Quadros: Yeah...but he didn't beat him, did he!? Oh well, I guess there's one good thing to be said about this match...
Franks: What's that?
Quadros: At least Adam Majors wasn't involved!
Unfinished Business
Written by: Quinton
Tonight was a big night for the Madman from the Motherland, probably even bigger than his first pay per view showing
at Vow.
Even if he didn’t openly admit it.
Tonight he was to step into the ring with some of the PWA’s biggest stars and he was looking to make an impact. . .on all
of them.
He was just thinking about how he would love to pin Terminus to the canvas himself as he slowly wrapped his knee
before sliding a think black kneepad over it. Husani loved his solitude, especially before a big match. . .but he wasn’t to be left
alone for long as a hard knock on the door penetrated his thoughts. The Madman wasn’t expecting anyone and he felt naked
without his trusty cow bone by his side. He just hoped it wasn’t a few members of the Project come to ambush him, or even
worse. . .Jostrodomus coming for a pre-match pep talk.
Husani Dakarai: COME IN!
He clenched his fists as the door slowly swung open but quickly dropped them back at his sides with an audible sigh as
the three piece suit wearing frame of Nana Bonsu, manager of Team Africa, entered the room shutting the door behind him.
Nana Bonsu: My brotha! My brotha!
Husani Dakarai: What do you want, old man? I’ve got a match comin’ up that I’m tryna get ready for.
Nana Bonsu: And that’s why I’m here, Brotha Dakarai. I’ve come to offer my. . .excuse me, OUR services once again this
week, just like I did last week. You’ve got a member of the Project in there with you tonight and you know, as well as I do,
that where one coward goes, two more are sure to follow.
Husani Dakarai: What don’t you understand, Nanny-
Nana Bonsu: Nana
Husani Dakarai: Excuse me, Nana. . what don’t you get? I didn’t want your help last week, and I don’t want your help
this week. I don’t appreciate the way you showed up at my match last week, so tell your boys to stay away from the ring this
time around. Surprised they ain’t with you now.
Nana Bonsu: Oh, rest assured they’re standing right outside the door waiting for my orders. . .whatever you wish to be
done, we will do. . .gladly. Let us aid you Brotha Dakarai, let us aid you in your quest towards the World title. You can never
have too many eyes watching your back, especially in this promotion that is fraught with venomous snakes
Nana was basically pleading with the Madman to let them help and Husani was getting irritated. He was about to tell the
old man to get the fuck out of his locker room when all of a sudden. . .he had an epiphany.
Husani Dakarai: You know what. . .there is some unfinished business I’ve yet to attend to. You say you wanna help?
Nana Bonsu: Yes, Brotha Dakarai!
Husani Dakarai: You wanna prove yourself? You wanna be of assistance?
Nana Bonsu: Yes and yes again, my brotha!
Husani Dakarai: Then I think I have just the job for you and your boys. . . .
With that, the camera suddenly fades out.
Walking On Aer...er Air
Written by: Jay
Franks: "Vow was an incredible night for many people, but for one man, it was the worst night of his life. Ace Wylde had
every opportunity to defeat Jiraiya Kaito, but he came up short in a very close match. Let's take you back to what happened
after that match."
On the PWA-tron, footage from the attack on Kaito from Wylde is shown. After the video plays, the scene returns to
Carl and Ray.
Franks: "We have learned that Ace Wylde suffered a mild concussion, two broken ribs along with numerous cuts,
scrapes and bruises. But, we do have with us, live via satellite from his home in Atlanta, Georgia, is Ace Wylde."
Ace Wylde's face appears on the PWA-Tron, but he doesn't appear too happy at all.
Franks: "Ace, since Vow, what has been going through your mind?"
Ace's mouth twists into a semi-formal smug grin.
Ace: "First of all, let me tell you something. I've spent countless years running around, pretending to be something I'm
not, just because that's what I thought that was what the fans wanted. It took a concussion, near paralysis and practical
dementia to realize this. I'm not Ace Wylde. I'm not the Deathdealer. I'm not cut out to be this superhero. I'm better off being
what I'm the best at being."
Carl and Ray look at each other, confused.
Quadros: "And what exactly would that be, Ace?"
Ace's grin dissipates. He closes his eyes and chuckles a little. When he reopens them, it is as if someone -- or something
-- has taken over Ace's very being.
Ace: "Myself. The real me."
Again, Ray and Carl stare at each other, confused.
Franks: "I'm afraid we don't comprehend, Ac--"
Ace cuts him off.
Ace: "Of course you wouldn't understand. You've been forced into believing that I'm Ace Wylde, this seven-foot
monstrosity of a man who knows how limits, no boundaries, no remorse. That's not who at I am at all. From this point
forward, it's time that the PWA walks on air."
The camera pans in extremely close to Ace's face.
Ace: "And walks with me: Big Daddy Smooth. Aerik Walker."
The image of Aerik Walker disappears on the PWA-Tron, returning the camera to Ray and Carl.
Franks: "Well, Carl, I'm not sure if I quite understand what just went down here, but I think Ace Wylde has... changed."
Quadros: "Again? Doesn't he do that enough?"
Franks: "I don't think this is so much a change as it is him being himself."
Quadros: "That's what everyone thought he was at first."
Franks: "At any rate, Premiere Wrestling Alliance wishes Aerik Walker a speedy recovery from his injuries and hopes
he -- I guess -- returns healthy."
Barbed Wire Chair Match
Red Dragon vs. Havoc
Written by: Nathan
Layne Marshall: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a Barbed Wire Chair Match! Introducing first,
hailing from the Fiery Pits of Hell and weighing in at two hundred and twenty-eight pounds..He is "The Minister of Evil" Red
Dragon!
Arena become pitch black as smoke starts to fill the arena as red spot lights move across the crowd. “I am the thorn” by
Cradle Of Filth, starts to play over the PA system as flames erupts up from the stage as Red Dragon walks out from behind
the curtain and stops at the top of the ramp. Dragon walks through the flames as the crowd starts to either boo or chant his
name. The flames split and move to the sides of the ramp and he starts walking down the ramp. The red spotlights come
together on Dragon as they follow him walking down the ramp but stops in the middle of the ramp as he glares around at the
crowd before running his thumb across his throat. Dragon starts to head back towards the ring he looks back at the Xtron
and flame appears on the screen and an image of a Red Dragon flies through the flames. Red Dragon turns back around and
heads toward the ring. When he arrives at the ring, he slides in, avoiding the barbed wire, and goes to the middle of the ring.
The image of the Red Dragon appears again in the middle of the ring as he glares around at the crowd and announcers and
flips them off. The spotlight goes off and flames come from all four-ring post. By the time, the lights are back on Red Dragon
is found leaning against a ring post waiting for his opponent.
Marshall: Introducing his opponent, hailing from parts unknown and weighing in at two hundred and forty-eight
pounds.. He is Havoc!
The lights dim, as "The Way I Am" begins to play. Havoc walks out with George in his arms and slowly walks to the ring.
Havoc stops part ways down the ramp and start's to argue with the Bear. Havoc throws one arm in the air and continues to
walk to the ring, he slips under the bottom rope, doing his best to avoid the barbed wire, and he gets to his feet. He goes to
the far side of the ring from the entrance ramp, and waits in the corner, arguing with George and watching for his opponent.
The bell rings. There are four barbed-wire covered chairs in each corner of the ring. And, obviously, the ropes have
been removed and replaced with barbed-wire. Havoc and Red Dragon stare across the ring at each other before they both
slowly start making their way to the middle. They get face to face, chest to chest, and bam! Red Dragon hits the mat after
receiving a stiff right hand from his slightly bigger opponent. Dragon is too his feet quickly and this time he ducks under the
right hand from Havoc. He knees Havoc in the midsection twice, before quickly snapping off a nice DDT!
Franks: Ouch!
Quadros: I bet his head hurts.
Dragon is on his feet and moments later Havoc is as well. Havoc tries to regroup with yet another right hand, but
Dragon blocks it and he hits Havoc with a right hand of his own. Havoc stumbles back a bit and Havoc hits him with another.
He grabs Havoc and he sends him in the direction of the barbed-wire ropes with an Irish Whip, but Havoc is somehow able to
put on the breaks. Dragon is infuriated by this and he charges in Havoc's direction. Havoc quickly hits the mat and he takes
Dragon down with a Drop-Toe Hold. Dragon just landed throat first onto the middle rope! Dragon remains there for a
moment, but he eventually lifts his throat off the barbed-wire, and a beautiful camera shot shows flesh tearing away as he
does this. Dragon falls on his back and he holds his throat, which is obviously bleeding at this point.
Franks: Holy hell!
Quadros: I bet his throat hurts.
Franks: Mhm.
Havoc tries to take advantage as he hooks the far leg: 1............2............KICK OUT! Havoc quickly gets to his feet and for
the first time, the chairs are going to be brought into the equation. He drops one of the chairs in the center of the ring and
he proceeds to pick Dragon up to his feet. He sends Dragon flying into the corner with a powerful Irish Whip. Dragon hits the
corner with a thud and the after-effect causes him to stumble out of it. Havoc catches him and he slams him down hard on
the barbed-wire covered chair with a Spinebuster! The crowd "oohs" and "awes" as Dragon arches his back in pain after
landing flat on the chair. Havoc once again goes for the pin as the referee counts: 1.................2...............KICK OUT!
Franks: Insane!
Quadros: I bet...
Franks: His back hurts, I know. You don't need to say that after every impact move.
Quadros: Oh.
Havoc is slightly frustrated at this point. He realizes it's early in the match, but Dragon has taken two big bumps with
the barbed-wire and he refuses to stay down. Havoc gets to his feet and he pulls Dragon to his feet. Havoc goes to send
Dragon into the corner once again, but somehow Dragon reverses it and he twists, turns, and maneuvers around so that he
sends Havoc into the barbed-wire ropes. Havoc hits chest first and Red Dragon doesn't give him the time he needs to move
off of the ropes, as he charges forward and he hits a big Drop Kick onto Havoc's back. Havoc is unable to drop to the mat, as
he's now stuck on the barbed-wire. Dragon takes a moment, but he's eventually able to get to his feet.
Franks: This has been a bloody-brawl so far!
Quadros: Yeah, it's been exciting.
While Havoc is pulling himself from the barbed-wire, Dragon walks over and he grabs a different chair. Havoc
eventually frees himself and he turns around. Red Dragon throws the chair at Havoc, who has to react quickly to ensure he
didn't wrap his hand around the barbed-wire part. This caused him to set himself up perfectly for the Dragon's Fire
(Vandaminator)! Havoc hit the mat quickly and Dragon went for the pin: 1.................2.................KICK OUT!
Franks: Oh, my God! I don't know how Havoc was able to kick out of that one!
Quadros: He had that barbed-wire chair kicked directly into his dome! That's amazing.
Dragon picks up the chair and he gives Havoc all the time he needs to get to his feet. Havoc eventually does and Dragon
nails him in the back with the chair. Havoc arches back and Dragon nails him directly on the top of the head with the said
chair! Havoc again drops to the mat and Dragon thinks that's enough to get the victory: 1...............2.................KICK OUT! A
milisecond before the referee's hand hit the mat Havoc managed to get his shoulder up.
Franks: Again, I can't believe Havoc kicked out!
Dragon gets to his feet slowly and he thinks about what he's going to do next. He notices the chair lying in the center of
the ring and he decides he's going to use that. He walks over and he grabs a handful of Havoc's hair, but Havoc hits a
desperation low blow. Dragon hits the mat and this will give Havoc the time he needs to recover. Havoc is eventually able to
get to his feet, at almost the same amount of time as Dragon. With both men up, it's a battle for the momentum. Dragon with
a right hand, Havoc with one of his own. They are going back and forth, but Havoc eventually gains control of the fight. He
weakens Dragon to a point and he lifts him up onto his shoulders!
Franks: Oh, no!
Quadros: Oh, yes!
The Insane Spike (F-5, into a Spiked DDT) onto the barbed-wire chair! Havoc hooks the leg as the referee counts:
1...............2..............3!
Marshall: The winner of this contest via pinfall....Havoc!
Franks: I can't believe he hit that move on the chair! The damage to Red Dragon's head could be extreme!
Quadros: Oh, well.
Watching the Enemy
Written by: Joe
Shaun Andrews is seen in his locker room watching old wrestling tape of New Japan wrestling. As the camera gets a
close up on the old wrestling match. It is shown that a masked Kaito is wrestling Kenji Yasutoko in a mask vrs career match.
Shaun is watching closely. He notices he is being filmed. He gets up angrily and...
Shaun Andrews: Get the hell out of here!
The scene fades.
Quadros: What was that all about!?!? Sheesh!!
Franks: You know he has unfinished business with the project.
Quadros: I was talking about how mad Shaun got.
Pay Attention to the Future
Written by: Darren & Neil
Commissioner Butcher sat at his desk of his makeshift office here in Kansas City. He’s on the phone getting a verbal
scouting report on an independent wrestler working somewhere out here in the Midwest. With his office door wide open as
per usual, he carefully takes down notes on the young man he’s hearing about.
Then from the hallway in steps Board of Directors member and big time fan of London McCormack, we’re talking Daz
Van Dyke here. The former owner, operator, and just plain asshole from TNW days walks over towards the Commissioner
and hangs up the phone before the report can be finished. Irate over what Mr. Van Dyke just did, Butcher slams the receiver
down and gets into his former employer’s face.
The Butcher: HEY! What gives, Daz? I was getting a scouting report from a potentially new wrestler for PWA.
DVD: You all ready have all the talent you need, Cortez! And you’re not paying attention.
The Butcher: Let me guess…London McCormack?
DVD: Your damn right Cortez, you know I should just up and take McCormack to a better company, somewhere he'll
get a little bit more respect, you heard what London had to say earlier today so what’s your excuse regarding VOW and why
he never received a match?
The Butcher: I don’t know what heyday you’re still living in, Daz, but I run this company so don’t you come in here
throwing threats around. You really want to know why London McCormack wasn’t booked at Vow? I’ll tell you why…your
guy is good. He’s real good. But he’s still GREEN. You get me?
DVD: Green are your bloody kidding me? GREEN...his first name's not Tyler ya know, remember that useless piece of
crap you tagged him with, where is he now?, Adam Majors where is he now? London McCormack ain't GREEN Butcher, you
better wake up and smell the coffee, the color ain't Green...you must be colorblind old man he's GOLD!!!
The Butcher: I’ve been hearing that a lot lately, Daz. This guy is good. That guy is good. He deserves a shot. He doesn’t
deserve a shot. And guess what, Daz? I take my hearing aides out when people start preaching to me who’s gold. I will make
that decision, not you. And London McCormack on Vow…I wasn’t going to take the risk. Especially when you of all people
bring him to me. Maybe next time.
DVD: Nobody in this business knows what GOLD looks like more than me...you should know that better than anyone,
whether we see eye to eye or not Cortez we made a lot of money together over the years, you scratched my back...I repaid
the favour. You dropped the ball at VOW whether you wanna admit it or not, the target on your back is big enough...I think
I've made my point, mark my words the name London McCormack means more to YOU than it does to PWA...
Daz turns to leave and starts to walk out the office
The Butcher: What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Daz: In time Butcher...in time
Daz closes the door behind him and pulls out his cellular from his Armani suit jacket pocket, he dials a number and puts
the phone to his ear.
DVD: Yea, pretty much what I expected...it's all going to plan my friend, it's all going to plan.
Nighthawk vs. Aiden Miles
Written by: Okori
Ring Announcer Layne Marshall: “This next contest is scheduled for one fall.”
(Nonpoint’s “In The Air Tonight” plays through the speaker system, as smoke fills around the entrance ramp, hovering a few
centimeters above the ground. A platform slowly rises from under the ramp, as Aiden Miles stands with his arms
outstretched, with his head hung, almost like a rock star pose. As the ramp connects with the platform, Aiden Miles slowly
walks down it. A black army style shirt, arms cut off, unbuttoned flaps a little in the wind from the smoke machines, as Miles
reaches the ring, rolling under the bottom rope.)
Franks: Aiden Miles is representing Project Catastrophe in this match tonight, Ray.
Quadros: Hopefully we see another fireball!
(As Aiden stands in the center of the ring the house lights in the arena suddenly fade all the way to black and are
quickly replaced by blue and white laser lights which draws an appreciative roar from the sold-out crowd. As the laser lights
flash in time the roar grows ever louder as the familiar opening strains of "Miseria Cantare" by AFI booms out over the
sound speakers as Nighthawk stands at the top of the ramp, his profile silhouetted by blue smoke. Bouncing back and forth
on the balls of his feet Nighthawk stares a hole through his opponent in the middle of the ring as the crowd claps along in
time with the beat, his ice-blue eyes never leaving his target as he walks down the ramp while shaking hands of the first few
rows of fans. Getting on the top turnbuckle Nighthawk raises one finger above his head before crouching down in his
corner.)
Franks: Nighthawk is back after doing some overseas work the past few weeks.
Quadros: We expected him to be gone longer but he was sent back because the Brits couldn't handle him!
Layne Marshall: “Introducing first in the corner to my left… representing Project Catastrophe from Miami, Florida and
weighing in at 206 pounds…. “The Standard” Aiden Miles!”
(Aiden raises his hands above his head in anticipation of victory as the Project Catastrophe portion of the crowd roars in
celebration.)
Layne Marshall: “And his opponent making his return to PWA… from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in tonight at 185
pounds… representing Los Hell Brothers…. “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk!”
(As Nighthawk steps out of his corner, raising his hands above his head, the sold-out crowd tosses rafts of blue and
white streamers into the ring, chanting “Best In The World” which Nighthawk responds to by nodding his head and bouncing
back and forth in place.)
Franks: And here we go with this Light Heavyweight match-up.
(As Nighthawk glares at Aiden Miles, looking at him with some combination of contempt and confusion who returns the
glare with an almost-mocking stare of his own, the “Wrestling Machine” simply locks up with Aiden and uses his advantage
in speed to come out of the collar-and-elbow tie-up with an arm wringer, quickly hitting a back heel trip so he can transition
it into an armbar. Hooking in the armbar tight Nighthawk then pulls Aiden up to a sitting position and straddles the left
shoulders of Aiden and grabs his arm. He then pulls up, trying to hyperextend the elbow of “The Standard” who counters out
by slowly getting himself all the way to his feet so that the Chicago native hangs off of his body entirely and goes for a
backpack stunner which Nighthawk blocks by releasing the armbar. Moving in again Aiden quickly hits a fireman’s carry
and applies a grounded side headlock from that position, placing his forearm right on the chin to try and add as much
pressure to the hold as he possibly can. Taking a deep breath Nighthawk rolls himself onto his side to prevent himself from
getting caught with a quick pin attempt while he figures out what to do from this position, eventually deciding to use his
speed to sneak out the back door by pulling apart the grip of “The Standard” very slowly which he does and comes out of it
with a quick armbar which he uses as an opening to hit an arm wrap dragon screw which sends Aiden to the ropes.)
Franks: Nighthawk looks to be getting back into shape after a tough month. Maybe he could be a contender again.
Quadros: We'll see about that. There is plenty of talent in PWA to keep him busy.
(Stepping back into the middle of the ring Aiden quickly pops Nighthawk in the nose with the flat of his palm, and uses
the opening to hit a European Uppercut followed up by an inside cradle for a 1-count. Quickly trying to take advantage of the
situation Aiden tries to lock in a toe-and-ankle hold, only to see Nighthawk counter by reaching up and applying a top
wristlock to get him to loosen the hold. Moving up until he has a position of strength the “Wrestling Machine” holds onto the
top wristlock from that position, rotating the arm in one direction and then the other as beneath him Aiden screams in pain.
Slowly rolling to his feet Aiden tries to break the top wristlock and does using the momentary opening to once again punch
Nighthawk square in the face and go for a cravate, sticking out his tongue as he taunts the Chicago native by applying his
pet hold. But Aiden’s tight grip on the cravate loosens for just a half-second as he appears to have a momentary flash of pain
coursing throughout his left arm, which is just long enough for Nighthawk to counter his way out of the cravate by wheeling
his body around and hitting a standing surfboard which he quickly rotates into the bridging grounded double chickenwing he
calls the Arms Across America. Moving quickly to the ropes Aiden then ducks underneath the bottom rope, clearly trying to
figure out a different game plan.)
Franks: If Aiden Miles started taking his career seriously maybe he could be a Light Heavyweight Champion some day.
Quadros: Take things serious? You mean Aiden Miles should sell-out and try to be like Nighthawk. He should be his
own man, Carl.
(Stepping back into the center of the ring Aiden tries to figure out what he is going to do next while shaking out his left
arm, eventually deciding to get dirty again and headbutting Nighthawk right on the bridge of the nose. As the “Wrestling
Machine” staggers back into the corner, claret dripping from his nose, the Project Catastrophe member immediately pounces
on the opening, firing off a pair of short forearm strikes to the face. Continuing to stay on the face and head “The Standard”
traps Nighthawk’s head with a standing choke until the referee counts to 4 before dropping him down face-first with a
twisting reverse STO. Getting to his feet unsteadily Nighthawk blocks another forearm attempt and counters with a
standing surfboard which he holds on to long enough to take Aiden down to the mat. Nighthawk grabs Aiden’s left arm and
pulls it up and pushes it into his own chest, bending the wrist downward and applying more pressure to the hold by bending
the wrist further until it turns into a 75-degree angle. Inching his boots across the bottom rope “The Standard” retreats to
the outside, holding his left arm and mouthing “What the Hell?”
Quadros: Nighthawk should be disqualified just for showing no respect to Aiden Miles!
(Stepping back in carefully Aiden again goes back to a cravate, spinning it around into a modified ace crusher. Climbing
up to the second turnbuckle on the inside Aiden dives off with a kneedrop to the back of the neck, landing a running knee
drop to the nose to punctuate the offensive flurry. Continuing his offense “The Standard” pulls Nighthawk up to his feet and
goes for a roaring elbow, which Nighthawk blocks and counters into a cross-armbreaker. As Nighthawk holds on for the
cross-armbreaker out of nowhere Aiden reaches down and fires a low blow out of sight of the referee, quickly hitting an
inside cradle for the win!)
Franks: Oh come on! Aiden Miles screws Nighthawk over to get the victory. What else is new?
Quadros: What are you talking about? That was perfect positioning by Aiden Miles. Nighthawk might be all technical but
Aiden Miles knows how to get the job done!
For the Motherland!
Written by: Quinton
Suddenly the opening chants of “Hallelujah” by the African Gospel Troupe starts to blare over the loudspeakers.
Quadros: And what’s this!?
From the back Nana Bonsu steps onto the entrance ramp with microphone in hand, flanking him as always are Ola and
Asad, collectively known as Team Africa.
Nana Bonsu: Aiden Miles! Aiden Miles! You have wronged, my brotha! You have sinned, my brotha! And we’ve been
sent. . .to make sure you repent. You know what to do boys.
Nana nods to his two henchmen and they both start a slow, side-by-side jog to the ring.
Franks: This doesn’t look good for Aiden Miles!
Quadros: You’re damn right it don’t! If I was Miles, I would get the hell outta there right now!
But Aiden Miles stays right where he’s at and meets the two Africans dead center in the ring. Both men slide into the
ring simultaneously and Aiden wastes no time getting down to business as he throws a serious right hook connecting with
Ola’s jaw, rocking the big man backward but not taking him off his feet. He quickly switches tactics and goes after the second
member of Team Africa laying a boot into Asad’s stomach, doubling him over.
Franks: Well, it looks like Miles is taking care of business in there.
Miles hits the ropes, extending both arms looking for the double clothesline, but right before impact Ola grabs the
Project member by his throat.
Quadros: Looks like you spoke too soon.
A quick headbutt by Ola lays “The Standard” flat on his back, but Team Africa isn’t finished just yet. The two men start
to lay the boots to Aiden before lifting him back to his feet. Ola positions himself behind Aiden, wrapping his arms around his
waist before letting loose a tremendous yell and heaving “The Standard” backward with all his might. As Aiden flies through
the air, Asad hits the ropes himself, coming back hard, lifting his leg and connecting with a HUGE Yakuza Kick that sends
Miles flailing in the air before landing hard on the canvas.
Quadros: HOLY CRAP! DID YOU JUST SEE THAT!?
Franks: Impressive move indeed. Looked like a release German suplex, Yakuza kick combo. And Aiden Miles looks
devastated right now.
Quadros: That’s cause he just got his frickin’ head kicked off!
Nana Bonsu: Mr. Miles! I don’t know if you can hear me right now but. . .how does it feel to get taste of your own
medicine? Let’s go boys, our task is complete. FOR BROTHA DAKARAI! FOR THE MOTHERLAND!
With that, “Hallelujah” by the African Gospel Troupe starts up again as Team Africa exit the ring but not before spitting
on “The Standard” as he lay stretched out in the ring, clearly in La La Land.
Franks: For Brotha Dakarai? Could Husani Dakarai have set this all up!?
Quadros: I wouldn’t doubt it! Jeez, that was ugly. Maybe this was all payback for the fireball incident a few weeks back.
Some Things Change...Some Things Don't
Written by: Andrew
(Natalie Snow is shown making her way toward the RTO locker room, when she spots PWA backstage reporter
Miranda Buck out of the corner of her eye. Smiling slightly, she hobbles over to her
Natalie: Hey, Miranda!
Miranda: (looking exasperated as she notices Natalie) Yes?
Natalie: I just wanted to say that... Well, I was impressed with the way that you handled the goat-faced pig-fucker that
you were dating after you found out that he was cheating on you with some random tawdry harlot.
Miranda: (in a flat tone of voice) I would assume that you're referring to Shaun Andrews...
Natalie: Yeah...I mean, I don't know what other dog-faced goat-fuckers you've dated...although I'm certain that there
have been a few.
Anyway, I was impressed with how thouroughly you demolished him when you came to realize just how much of an
idiot he really is.
I mean, granted, anyone with two working brain cells wouldn't have come within ten feet of that sack of pigeon crap..
seriously...how could you have ever stayed awake whenever he talked to you!? I mean, come on, now...It's not like he ever
really has anything interesting to say....He's about as bad as Jostrodomus in that regard...I swear that Shaun-
Miranda: NATALIE!
Natalie: Yes?
Miranda: Thank you...I think. Umm...I don't suppose you have time to answer a couple a quick question since you're
here?
Natalie: (after a bit of a pause) Oh, hell...why not? It's not like I have anything better to do..well, I do...but, anyway, go
ahead and ask.
Miranda: Um...thanks.
I just wanted to know if you had any insight into the midset of Terminus going into tonight's match. After all, he seems
to have little love for...that man...and one would have to wonder if those two will be able to co-exist against the likes of Joz
and Husani Dakarai.
(Natalie pauses for another moment while she considers her answer)
Natalie: You know, I'm kind of wondering the same thing, to be honest. It's no secret that my Savior loathes Andrews
almost as much as, well, you do..and really should have from the start.
Nevertheless, Evan is a generous man, and he is more than willing to give Andrews a taste of glory that he really
doesn't deserve in order to make certain that Jostrodomus suffers continued humiliation, and to make one Husani Dakarai
understand just how dangerous a competitor he can be.
(Natalie's eyes grow cold, and her features harden as she continues.)
Natalie: Still...if Andrews chooses NOT to co-exist with my Savior, then we will have no choice but to remind him, in the
most painful manner, of why it is never a good idea to displease Terminus.
(Natalie's smile returns, and her demeanor appears to be rather friendly and cheerful.)
Natalie: But, don't worry, Miranda...if that happens, I'll make sure to tell him to give him a shot on your behalf...
(Natalie nods, and begins to hobble away, before the sound of Miranda's voice stops her in her tracks.)
Miranda: Hey, Natalie! If that happens...make sure that he gets TWO!
Natalie (grinning): Will do, Miranda. Good talking to you!
(With that, Natalie disappears from view, leaving Miranda shaking her head at what has just transpired.)
A Friend In Need
Written by: Paul & Andrew
Jason Sandman is found sitting in the corner of the RTO locker room. The camera zooms in on him as he starts to
speak.
Jason: It’s funny you know. Just last week I was fighting for a possible chance at the World title and this week I am
getting pushed into a match with a brother. Jake there is no doubt that you are a great man. Lightweight champion isn’t
something that people take for granted, but something that should be taken even less for granted is loyalty.
Jason shakes his head.
Jason: you have already proven that you don’t give to flying fucks about the Project that you became a part of, and I
honestly can’t blame you. It was a bull shit cause that never should have started, but that’s all old news. You and me tonight
Champion vs. Champion, Brother vs. Brother, Man vs. Man. In one simple match we will show why RTO is where all the
talent lives and all the champions roam.
Jason stands up and starts heading towards the door.
Jason: As far as that piece of shit Andrews goes. Just remember that things have a way of making themselves right.
Jason opens the door to the locker room and to his surprise Mary Katherine is standing in the door way.
MK: Hey….
Jason: Hey Mary. How’s your arm?
MK (smiling): It's still attached to me, thanks. Not sure if it would have been had you not stepped in when you did.
Jason...thanks. That was...that was a really good thing that you did out there.
Jason kind of steps back thinking about what he did.
Jason: It’s one thing to try and pull one of the guys out, but for him to try and pull you away….violence with women just
don’t mix. It just kind of happened. I don’t know if I just thought it was wrong, or maybe I am trying to hook myself up with a
nicer place in hell.
MK steps forward, and gives Jason a sympathetic smile.
MK: I...I can't see you going to Hell, Jason. Especially not after what you just did.
MK takes another tentative step toward him.
MK: Anyway, I owe you...big time. I really do.
Jason notices her stepping closer to him and is curious what is going on.
Jason: Hell is the only place for me. Heaven already saw me and didn’t see me fit for entry. As far as you owing me, all
you got to do is never go near a Lionheart again. Bad things happen around them.
MK: Oh, I've learnt my lesson about Demetrie, Jason. No need to worry about that. But...I gotta say...I am a little
concerned about why you're so down on yourself. Because, from where I'm standing, Heaven should SERIOUSLY rethink
its assessment of you…
Jason looks at MK and sees the sincerity in her eyes.
Jason: It’s not me they are worried, about MK. It’s not me anyone worries about. It’s what’s inside me they fear. It’s
what keeps most people from knowing me. Be safe MK. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.
MK: Jason...everyone's got something inside of them that can hurt people. But, everyone also has something inside of
them that others might like to get to know. Hell, I know that all too well after all the years I spent with Evan. Anyway...
MK produces a pen and paper out of her pocket, and scribbles something on the paper before putting it in Jason's hand.
MK: This is my cell phone number. Feel free to call it anytime...in case you want to talk..
MK gives Sandman a dazzling smile as she takes a step back
MK: That's what friends do for one another, right?
Jason: Friends do weird things to one another. Thanks for the number. I can use a friend after the weeks I have been
having.
MK continues to smile and stare at Jason as she slowly makes her way down the corridor.
MK: Like I said...anytime you want to hang out, or talk...call me. It's the least I can do...my friend.
Jason smiles as he watches MK walk out of sight. As soon as she is no longer visible Jason looks at the paper in his hand
and balls it up.
Jason: I’m sorry Kate, but what’s inside me will only destroy your innocence.
Jason throws the paper across the room as the paper lands next to his bag.
Chris Michaels & Dade Davis vs. Bryce Michaels & Reckless Jack
Written by: Sam
Quadros: Here it is…the debut of THE NATURAL BRYCE…
Franks: Oh shut up already, we know who is in this match, but you don’t have to sell everyone else short all the time!
Quadros: Well I never…Looks like we need to go over to the ring announcer then don’t we?
The camera pans away from the arguing colour team and to the ring where Layne is standing dead centre, he raises the
microphone to his mouth and starts to introduce the teams.
Layne: First…Weighing in at 235Lbs, from Nashville, Tennessee…And making his debut tonight THE NATURAL!!!!
BRYCE MICHAELS!!!!
“Man in a Box” By Alice in Chain’s kicks up as PWA’s latest signing the controversial Bryce Michaels makes his way out
on stage, he stands with his arms outstretched in an arrogant manner before strutting down to the ring with a huge shit
eating grin on his face, Bryce then walks up the ring steps and poses once more before entering the ring!
Quadros: THERE HE IS!!! MY FAV WRESTLER OF ALL TIME!!!
Franks: Shut up!
Layne: And his partner! Weighing in at 210Lbs, Here is RECKLESS JACK!!!
Without warning, the whole arena goes dark. People start to get restless and begin to talk to each other, talk on their
cell phones or go to the concession stands. Then without a second warning, "Live To Win" by Paul Stanley begins to play.
Once the vocals begin to take the arena over, red strobe light kicks up. The fans get on their feet as chorus starts. Red
sparks fly down from the ceiling as the lights are back on. Reckless Jack stands admits the sparks with his arms stretched
out. Once he brings them back in, he starts to walk down to the ring, slapping hands with the many fans. Reckless Jack goes
around ringside, still high fiving the fans until he has completed the trip around. He then walks up the ring steps and enters
through the middle rope. Reckless Jack then goes to the closest turnbuckle stares out into the crowd. A few fans take a
picture as he hops off and does the same on the opposite side of the ring. Reckless Jack finally stands in the middle of the
ring. While his music fades away, he adjusts his kick pads before going into a corner.
Quadros: I can just see it, Reckless Jack-Ass is gonna blow it for the natural!
Layne: And there opponents…Making their debut here tonight at the combined weight of 495Lbs, here are the team of
The “HotShot” Chris Michaels and “The Franchise” Dade Davis…THE ERA!!!
"Bait & Switch" by Saliva hits the PA and out from the curtain comes The Era, "The Franchise" Dade Davis, followed by
"HotShot" Chris Michaels as blue pyro showers down from above. They have arrogant smiles on their faces as they stroll to
the ring, forgoing the outstretched hands of fans in the arena. Davis slides into the ring under the bottom rope while
Michaels makes his way in up the steps. Michaels goes to the near corner, climbs to the second rope and raises his arms in
the air. Davis heads to the far corner, climbs to the second rope and arrogantly raises his chin to the crowd as yellow pyro
shoots from the vacant corners.
Bryce and Reckless Jack talk about who is gonna start up first, it seems that Bryce wants in first but HotShot it having
none of it and runs whacking Jack and knocking him down, Hot Shot quickly lays in some boots as the ref forces Bryce to
get out of the ring…And the match is underway!
Franks: HotShot took it to Jack in the opening round.
HotShot lifts Jack up and kicks Jack in the mid-section and he sets him up for a powerbomb. He lifts Jack up, but The
Reckless One reverses it with a hurricanrana taking Hotshot down to the mat quickly. Jack gets to his feet and he runs over
to the nearest corner and he quickly jumps up to the top rope. He gets ready to jump off, but Dade runs over and grabs onto
Jack’s foot. Reckless Jack tries to free his foot away from Dade, and he eventually kicks The Franchise in the face knocking
him down to the outside. Jack regains his balance and he jumps off the top rope A drop kick to the now standing HotShot.
Quadros: Jack just nailed HotShot right there!
Jack clambers for a quick cover, 1..........2.........KICK OUT!
Jack climbs back to his feet and looks At Dade on the outside, he runs and launches himself over the top rope onto
Dade!!
Quadros: What a move by Reckless Jack!
Jack is up to his feet first, he climbs inside the ring and is nailed by a stiff kick to the face by HotShot, HotShot then hit’s
Jack with a sharp DDT, spiking him down on his head and neck, HotShot then toe kicks Jack to the gut and whips him to the
ropes where he runs up with a front drop kick to Jack’s face, both men are down as Dade crawls off the floor and back to his
corner, HotShot tags in the Franchise, who quickly starts to get to work on Jack with hard boots, he nails him with a belly to
bell Suplex and then taunts to the crowd.
Franks: Dade Davis is an arrogant son of a bitch!
Dade tosses Jack to the corner where he bounces off the turnbuckle and to the floor, Dave follows suit and is about to
grab hold of Jack who quickly rolls him up from out of nowhere…
1
2
KICKOUT!!!
Dade looks shocked at the nearfall, he takes jack by the hair and lifts him up, but Jack hits a harsh uppercut to Dade
and dives across the ring tagging in Bryce! The fans go wild as Bryce steps between the ropes, he stands back a little as Dade
holds his face trying to come around after Jack’s quick shot, Bryce isn’t messing around, he darts across the ring
clotheslining Dade down, he quickly hits an Elbow to HotShot knocking him off the apron, he then quickly uses the middle
rope to springboard himself off and down onto Dade with a leg drop.
Quadros: WHOO!!! BRYCE IS ON FIRE!!!!!!
Bryce lifts Dade up and hits a textbook Suplex followed by and roll over pin attempt.
…1!
…2!
FOOT ON THE ROPES!
Quadros: Bryce had this match won right there.
Bryce looks frustrated as Dade got his foot to the ropes, he then hoists him to his feet and punches him twice before
whipping him to the ropes, Dade on the rebound almost takes Bryce;s head off and both men fall to the mat, Dade starts to
crawl to his corner and tags in HotShot who cuts off Bryce with a harsh foot stomp.
HotShot lifts Bryce and tosses him to the corner, he runs at him giving him a stinger splash and then attempts a DDT,
Bryce blocks and spins HotShot around where he runs to the rope and hits a running variation of his C4 finishing move!
Quadros: C4!!! C4!!! C4!!!
Bryce covers, but Dade is quick to break up the pin attempt Dade then takes hold of Bryce and throws him head first
into the turnbuckle post, Jack tags in Bryce who lays limp and then comes racing into the ring, he starts brawling with Dade
as the Ref tires to again his authority.
Franks: This match is breaking down!
HotShot comes to and low blows Jack while the ref is trying to eject Dade, Jack falls to his knees and Dade climbs out of
the ring, Hotshot dives to his corner and tags in Dade, the two of them then take hold of Jack and club him across the back a
few times, Dade lifts Jack up and Hot Shot Super kicks him to the chops, Jack turns and Dade takes hold of him setting up a
vertebreaker, Bryce runs into the ring hitting a cross body knocking both himself and HotShot out of the ring, but it is too
late for Jack who is dropped flat on his head and then covered!
1
2
3!!!
Layne: Here is your winners, “The Franchise" Dade Davis and "HotShot" Chris Michaels!!!
Bryce looks up to the ring extremely frustrated at his loss as the PWA cuts to a commercial.
PWA‘s PREMIERE Wrestler
Written by: Neil & Nathan
The crowd is waiting in anticipation of what could be next. Then all of a sudden “Head Like a Hole” by Nine Inch Nails
begins to play and out steps Wren Chesney, decked out in her usual khaki colored leather pants and black leather jacket. As
she begins to walk down to the ring with a slight smirk over his face, her husband, Victor Cornelius Roberts, steps out in his
usual nerdy fashion. However, tonight VCR is carrying a golden title belt in his hands, trying to look important.
Franks: Well this is odd. Why are these board members out here tonight? And why is VCR walking around with a title
belt?
Quadros: VCR is our Champion, Carl! Give him some respect!
The two step into the ring and Wren Chesney demands a microphone the Layne Marshall. The ring announcer carefully
hands over the mike and hightails it out of the ring.
Wren: Eh hem…people of Kansas City, quiet yourselves before I have you all thrown out of the building!
The crowd boos as VCR chuckles at their response while he holds up his title belt.
Wren: My husband and I have put far too much money into this company for it to fail under The Butcher’s control. I
never wanted him to be Commissioner in the first place and now look what he’s done. Vow was a complete waste of time!
Pathetic and not worth the tape it was recorded on! But of course, people like you wouldn’t know good entertainment if you
saw it.
VCR: Yeah! That’s why you people still root for the Kansas City Royals! When was the last time they’ve won? Um,
never?
Wren: Shut up, Victor! I’m trying to make a point here. The point is, this company is not reaching it’s potential and that’s
the Commissioner’s fault. While he tries to force losers like Jostrodomus and Nighthawk down your throats, a TRUE talent
has been denied the airtime he deserves! This man has been in this company since day one and where was his opportunity?
Working the main event of the most pathetic pay-per-view card PWA has ever produced!
The buyrates and lack of interest for Vow are not his fault but Commissioner Butcher would make you believe it is. No,
this man STOLE the show last week regardless of the fact he did not walk out with the PWA World Heavyweight
Championship. When every other “star” in this company would have no showed had their fiancé been hospitalized, this man
EXCELLED and fought his heart out, only to come up short.
Efforts like this should not be looked down upon, no, in this company they should be rewarded. And that is why we have
this! Show these mongrels the belt of a premiere wrestler, Victor.
VCR raises the title belt above his head and parades around the ring with it, causing the crowd to boo the nerdy man
nearly out of the ring.
Wren: Don’t be jealous, Kansas City. We all know you’ll never be a true champion or a PREMIERE player in anything
you ever do. But maybe you can all hope and possibly learn from a man who deserves all of this praise and distinction. So
consider yourselves lucky because tonight, PWA history is being made. We, the Board of Directors are going around the
Commissioner’s politics and personal vendettas. We are creating our OWN Champion! So ladies and gentlemen, without
further adieu I present you PWA’s “Featured Attraction” and new PREMIERE CHAMPION…JJ BIGGS!!
"Voices" by Disturbed hits the speaker system as the crowd, who are angered by his dealings with Wren and VCR, boo
loudly. The curtain brushes aside and "The Featured Attraction" JJ Biggs steps out onto the top of the stage. He has a cocky
smile on his face as he slowly makes his way down the ramp.
Franks: I can't believe JJ would sell his soul to the devil
for gold!
Quadros: It's fitting..he is the premiere guy in the PWA!
He walks up the steel steps and he walks
along the ring apron. He enters the ring through the middle ropes and he slowly makes his way over towards VCR, who
hands him the championship belt. JJ takes it and he walks over to the ropes; and he raises it over his head. The crowd boos
louder and this just causes the cocky smile to reappear. JJ puts the belt on his shoulder and he walks over to Wren. She
grabs his wrist and VCR grabs his other wrist. They all raise their hands above their head in the center of the ring.
Franks: Oh, look at this candid moment..
Once this concludes, Wren hands JJ the mike and his music slowly
fades out as he readies himself to speak.
JJ Biggs: It's fitting, isn't it? I'm the most deserving wrestler in this company.
Besides, this championship belt...it just wouldn't look good on anyone but myself. Am I right or am I right?
The crowd,
who had momentarily quieted down, once again rains down with a shower of boos.
Franks: Apparently he's
wrong.
JJ Biggs: I have all of the qualities that a Premiere Champion should have. I am talented...very talented. I
have charisma and I have the attitude that a champion should have. . . .and damn, I look the way a champion should look! It
would have been an insult to this company, and to all of you, if someone else even had the opportunity to get this title. It was
created for me. You see, not like The Butcher, Wren knows talent when she sees it. And my ---
“Nutshell” by Alice in Chains kicks up, interrupting JJ Biggs before he can continue any further. Biggs is pissed off over
this lack of respect for the new Premiere Champion and starts yelling at Wren Chesney over this. Commissioner Butcher
then steps out from the back and stay on the entrance ramp with a microphone.
The Butcher: How typical of you, Wren. Always trying to go over my head and force me into a corner. Do you honestly
think these people are going to buy JJ Biggs as a new champion when you just hand him the title?
Wren: They’re going to have to! JJ Biggs is the most marketable, most talented, the most…
The Butcher: Shut up. Enough of the sales pitch. Hey, JJ, nice title you’re holding there. I really like the way that belt
looks. Too bad you holding it makes the title look like garbage.
JJ looks at the title on his shoulder and then up at The Butcher.
JJ Biggs: I make this title look even better than it already does. Much like I make the PWA look better than it truly is
just be simply having my face on the promotional posters!
The Butcher: Funny how you should mention PWA, JJ. See I can think of a whole lot of people who are backstage bit
pissed off that you just slighted their talent AND was just handed a brand new belt by two Board members who have no
business in the wrestling industry. I’m sure those wrestlers backstage want to prove you wrong, JJ. They want to show you
how much talent they have. So I have a little idea in mind, you know, just to make that Premiere Championship a little more
credible.
After tonight, I will post a sign up sheet outside of my office. Four slots for four names. First come, first serve. Those
four wrestlers will be facing off at Violation 25 in two qualifying matches. The winners will face at Violation 26 to determine
who will get the chance to beat you, JJ, at our next pay-per-view called Mob Rules and become PWA’s only legitimate
Premiere Champion. So what do you think about that, Biggs?
The disappointment on JJ's face tells everyone exactly what he thinks about that.
JJ Biggs: That's ridiculous! I'm the PWA Premiere Champion! I'm as legit as it gets! But I can't do anything about it, so
all I can say is...bring them on. I am "The Featured Attraction" for a reason. I'll take on whoever wants their ass handed to
them. I'm not scared of anyone, especially anyone in a promotion filled with worthless, talent less, and pathetic excuses for
wrestlers such as this place.
The Butcher: You just may regret those words, JJ, because this PWA locker room is as good as it gets. And as for you,
Wren and VCR, when your self-appointed Premiere Champion falls flat on his face like he did against Terminus at Vow,
maybe then you’ll realize why I run this show.
The Commissioner steps backstage as Wren Chesney and VCR begin arguing amongst themselves. JJ Biggs could care
less about what just happened because he is the new Premiere Champion. He raises the gold above his head to celebrate the
start of his reign.
Dante Lionheart vs. Captain Howdy
Written by: Bailey & Neil
The lights dim, as "Captain Howdy" begins to play. He walks to the ring, smiling and waving one moment, cursing and
snarling at the fans the next. On the screen behind him, are scenes from several matches and brutal attacks he has
participated in during his career. He brings his steel walking stick with him, and rolls under the bottom rope, standing and
giving the ring attendant his jacket and walking stick with instructions to place them on the announcer's table. He goes to
the far side of the ring from the entrance ramp, and waits in the corner, watching for his opponent.
The arena begins to flash purple, pink and blue as "Gold Lion" By The Yeah Yeah Yeah's starts to play, then two jets of
steam burst up out of the entrance ramp high into the air, as the steam settles you can see Dante Lionheart standing with
his arms out stretched and a grin etched into his face, he slowly steps out as a spot light shines on him, the music kicks in
and the light begin to flash unaccountably as walks down to the ring, he rolls under the ropes and then makes his way mid
centre, here the a spotlight beams down on him as he spins around with his arms outstretched, he then stops tilting his
sunglasses he hand them to the ref as the action waits to begin.
The bell rings and Howdy immediately locks up with Dante, the Captain grabs a hammerlock but it’s reversed by Punk
into a top-wristlock, Howdy overpowers the hold and sweeps the legs out from under the Brotherhood member. Howdy pulls
him back up and takes him down with a headlock. Using the thirty odd pound advantage Howdy leans down further on the
youngster as Lionheart’s shoulders touch the mat, One…Dante is too alert to be caught out by the trick, he comes behind
Howdy with a hammerlock but Howdy grabs his head and rolls through, Dante uses the momentum and rolls over into a pin,
One…t…kickout.
Howdy gets up and instantaneously goes to a style he prefers and comes at Dante with stinging right hands beating his
opponent into the corner. Dante gathers his composure and the two men trade punches, Dante gets the upper hand and
looks to whip Howdy into the corner but Howdy counters with a kick to the gut. Irish whip on Dante as the Captain follows
him in with a big clothesline…but Dante uses the turnbuckle to spring over his opponent and attempts a German Suplex,
Howdy mule-kicks his opponent and quickly applies an abdominal stretch.
Dante tries to grab the rope but Howdy moves his body round to block the move. The Captain is really applying a great
deal of pressure on the back of Lionheart who’s face is a picture of anger and hurt. The referee checks to see how he is
faring and Lionheart spits on the floor when asked if he wants to give in. Howdy has applied all his weight into the hold now
and Dante can see the rope is inches away from his grasp. He makes an all-or-nothing attempt for the ropes but misses by
millimetres. Howdy sees that his prey Is getting increasingly more desperate and raises a hand to the crowd.
Dropping an elbow across The Casanova Punk sends Dante to the canvas. Howdy went for a vertical suplex but
Lionheart landed on his feet. Dante with a back drop into a pin. Kick out by Captain Howdy. Lionheart with an Irish whip
into a kitchen sink then applied a single-leg Boston Crab. Captain Howdy never gave up though as he willed himself towards
the ropes to break free! Once again Captain Howdy took control and whipped Dante Lionheart to the ropes. Howdy was
looking for a spinebuster but Dante kicked him in the gut and dropped him with a DDT!
The fans were getting hotter as the match progressed. Both men were trading punches back and forth, trying to gain
momentum. Finally, Dante got the better of Captain Howdy with a fisherman suplex. Lionheart went to the top rope and
came down with a flying elbow that got the crowd buzzing! But again Howdy was able to kick out! Dante Lionheart called for
the Riot Lock finisher but Captain Howdy had him scouted. Howdy kicked free and got to his feet. A series of elbows rocks
Dante back. Howdy with an Irish whip...reversed by Dante Lionheart...NO! The ANAGRAM! Dante Lionheart with a sweet
looking Canadian Destroyer! Cover! 1! 2! 3!
Recognized Talent
Written by: Nate & Freddy
JJ Biggs makes his way through the backstage area, his eyes wandering around, looking for any angry co-workers after
what happened earlier in the show. Suddenly, a gentleman dressed in a very flashy suit chases him down.
Gentleman: Mr. Biggs, Mr. Biggs…
JJ looks behind him expecting to see an attacker, but instead he is looking at a handsome, but goofy looking blonde
man. The young man smiles as JJ groans just looking at the man’s maroon colored suit. JJ ignores him and keeps walking
down the hallway but the young man continues to follow.
Gentleman: Mr. Biggs…
Finally, JJ turns backwards and snaps.
JJ Biggs: WHAT?!
The young man adjusts his tie with an arrogant smile. He is trying his best not to be intimidated.
Gentleman: Yeah… I just wanted to introduce myself… I’m new here… and I know that you are one of the big stars.
JJ Biggs: Yeah, but why should I care?
The young man spreads his hands out and poses in the most dramatic of ways.
Gentleman: It is I… FREDDY FANDANGO!
Freddy waits for JJ to recognize him.
JJ Biggs: Who?
Freddy Fandango: You don’t recognize me? You don’t know who I am?
JJ Biggs: I have no idea who you are...but honestly, I really don't care.
JJ, once again, begins to walk off but Freddy continues to follow him down the hallway.
Freddy Fandango: You don’t recognize me from Law and Order?
JJ turns around, looking at Fandango.
JJ Biggs: You were on Law and Order?
Freddy Fandango: Hell yeah I was! You might remember me as cop #1 in the season premiere of SVU. I also was the
star of a “Got Milk” commercial.
JJ Biggs: Star?
Freddy steps back a little adjusting his tie again.
Freddy Fandango: Okay… I was an extra!
JJ Biggs: Goodbye!
Biggs walks away again as Fandango, once again, follows talking to him.
Freddy Fandango: But I am meant to be a star. A HUGE STAR… like you!
JJ Biggs turns around, now interested because he recognized him as the star that he is. Freddy smiles knowing that he
has got his attention.
Freddy Fandango: Yeah… that’s right… I recognize your greatness. Just as I expect you to recognize mine.
JJ Biggs: You are right about my greatness… but I am not so sure of yours. I don’t even know you!
Freddy Fandango: That is why I want to be your understudy! I can prove to you that I am a true talent and meant to eat
and drink with the stars! And I can help you…
JJ’s eyebrows move upward as he looks at the smiling young man. He doesn’t actually recognize talent as much as he
recognizes an opportunity to protect his own ass.
JJ Biggs: Wait… maybe I do recognize your talent. What is that you do exactly?
Freddy Fandango: I do it all… I can act, sing, dance, and well… wrestle. Although I find the profession to be a bit below
my talent level!
JJ Biggs tries his best to hold back laughter at this starving actor. But then he smiles at him.
JJ Biggs: You what?... I think you are right. I think that you can help me out here… and I can help you not only become
a HUGE star here, but in Hollywood!
Freddy looks at him with excitement, as the two begin to walk together down the hallway.
Freddy Fandango: Really?
JJ Biggs: Of course (he rolls his eyes when Freddy isn’t looking)… I think we can make a really good team!
Freddy Fandango: I do too! We can be like Tracy and Hepburn
JJ gives him an awkward look.
JJ Biggs: Please don’t make that comparison ever again.
Freddy and JJ walk away… very pleased about there business.
Freddy Fandango: You know… I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship!
JJ Biggs: Yeah, whatever.
Replacement Me
Written by: Josh, Chris, and Dave
(The scene shifts to the backstage area where you spot Jostrodomus finishing up a quick interview with a PWA
Magazine journalist before he’s interrupted by the comments of Chris Michaels. )
Michaels: Look Dade, its the replacement me....but where's his buddy? *smacks head* oh yeah, that's right....
Dade Davis: Funny you should mention that Chris…
(Dade doesn’t get the courtesy of finishing his sentence as Jostrodomus decides to chime in with some words of his own,
starting a heated argument between he and Chris Michaels.)
Jostrodomus: Replacement you? HotShot Chris Michaels, god's gift to wrestling, a man who's came, saw, and conquered
by backstabbing, but never looking a man in the eye and getting the job done. Great to see you boys here in PWA...
Michaels: Oh...wait a minute, I forgot, this guy likes to talk a lot...go ahead big bad Joz, get it all of your chest, tell me
how you're going to avenge your buddy, tell me how *mockingly* when I least expect it, the #1 Stunna is going to take me
out.....or better yet...
(Joz smiles a bit almost mocking Chris Michaels while Dade Davis stands back allowing these two to jaw jack. Davis has
his arms crossed looking on at the two with a smile on his face.)
Jostrodomus: Or better yet I let you to continue to make a fool of yourself like you've done your entire career Michaels.
I've heard about you, even wasted money on tickets to see what all the hype was about...Come to find out...You were
good...IN a second rate federation, you run around like your the big bad wolf...Maybe you and Ace Wylde can sit back and
share war stories of how good you were and how when you jump to the big leagues...Well....You just simply don't have what
it takes to uh how should I put this to you...Oh yes...Get the job done.
(Chris Michaels claps while Joz looks on, obviously growing more frustrated with these two by the minute. Davis
continues to sit back, cool, calm, and collected while Michaels tells Joz his side of the story once more.)
Michaels: Just as predicted, you and all your buddies from the past liked to hide behind that federation that you all share
these war stories from. But answer me this Joz...what happened to that fed? Oh that's right, it closed down...all of you guys
who were supposed to be its biggest stars, including the guy we make an example of tonight, did nothing but run that
company in the ground. The so called second rate company that we came from, the same one in which we were first ballot
hall of famers, yeah, that one....its still open....what's the matter Michael? You still waiting for your TNW plaque to come in
the mail?
(Joz shakes his head laughing at the comments just made by Michaels. He pauses before speaking looking at both Dade
Davis and Chris Michaels.)
Joz: Chris Michaels can read ladies and gentlemen...Get our your smelly sticker and give him a pat on the ole' back. He
knows TNW's history, he knows the history of his own fed...Being full of second rate superstars will never decide if a
company stays open or closes and since your such a history buff, then you should know this little fact Chris...TNW closed
down, the name TNW gone, a day later PWA opened, same fed...New name...New owner...Same talent...You guys walk in
here, think your special, stab a man in the back that trusted you and now you want to make your claim for
greatness...Michaels as old as you are you should know by now I've seen this weak ass gimmick before...I wasn't impressed
then, I'm not impressed now
Michaels: Well...I could always take this weak ass gimmick that is attached to my foot and shove it straight down your
throat...
Jostrodomus: Michaels we can sit here and talk back and forth all night...We're known for our talk, but the difference
between me and you...That's all your known for...
Joz inches towards Michaels now, however The HotShot meets him half was as the two men are face to face ready to
throw down before Dade Davis steps in and breaks the two apart. Throughout all the words Davis has sat back and kept his
cool, he looks at Joz and just like through the whole ordeal his body language has said more than any words he could have
spoken.
Dade Davis: We could end you right now Joz, but where would the fun in that be? You want to talk your garbage, then
go spit out your sob story somewhere else. The only thing that Dade Davis sees around here that is second rate is people like
you. Chris Cypher carried that banner of the dilapidated era. Now if you want to pick it up off the ground, that's fine by me;
that's fine by us because you already know how that story ends. So I don't care Joz, this is our new ERA and it is your
suicide. Chris let's go...We'll see him down the road.
Michaels smiles one last time at Joz before turning and walking away down the road singing a loud...
Chris Michaels: Where oh where did my Cypher go…He left me high in dry just to fend for myself.
(Joz turns around with an almost evil smile on his face as Michaels and Davis head on down the hallway.)
Champion vs. Champion Match
Jake Keeton vs. Jason Sandman
Written by: Josh & Andrew
Franks: Interesting match coming up between the Atlantic Champion, Jason Sandman, and PWA's only double
champion, Jake Keeton. What makes this match even more compelling is the fact that both of these men are members of
Gundan RTO.
Quadros: Yeah, you kind of have to wonder, given their show of unity earlier tonight, whether they're all that thilled
about facing one another in the ring. Still, both of these guys can go, so it should be fun to watch.
(Sandman comes out to the strains of "Back to the Primitive" and actually gets a pretty solid reception from the fans
after helping to save Mark Katherine earlier in the evening. Keeton comes out to "Game On", and gets a mixed reaction as
he makes his way to the ring. The two competitors nod at one another as Pierre French signals for the opening bell, and
begin to circle around the ring before finally lunging forward into a lock-up. Sandman gains the intial advantage with a side
headlock, but Keeton manages to push him off into the ropes. Jason comes off the ropes, and proceeds to floor his opponent
with a running shoulder block. However, when he decides to try the same tactic again, Jake ducks under the attack and
nails him with a nice standing dropkick to the fact as his opponent rebounds off the other set of strands. Keeton goes for a
quick cover, but only gets a one count out of it. Jake keeps the pressure on, and applies a side headlock of his own as
Sandman rises to his feet, but now Sandman throws him off into the ropes and then proceeds to nail him with a sweet
spinning heel kick as his opponent hurtles toward him! Jason goes for the cover, and but only gets a one count as the crowd
applauds what they've just witnessed.)
* EXCHANGE POP! *
(Jason waits for his opponent to get back to his feet, and then takes him to the mat with a side headlock takedown.
Jason wrenches back on the hold, but Jake keeps his cool, and reaches up with his legs before taking his opponent over into
headscissors. Sandman kips up and out of the hold after a moment, while Jake also gets to his feet at the same time. The two
nod, and give one another a quick low five for the exchange, and then immediately lock up once again. Sandman once again
gets the advantage with a side headlock, but quickly transitions into a hammerlock. Keeton counters with a drop toehold,
and floats over into a front chancery. In response, Sandman works his way back to his feet, and then takes his opponent
over with a release Northen Lights Suplex. Keeton once again gets to his feet, but Sandman is there to meet him with a kick
to the gut, and sinks in a front facelock of his own. Jason then hoists his RTO team-mate into the air, and lets him hang
upside down for a few moments before dropping down to complete the delayed vertical suplex. Sandman then rolls over and
applies another cover: 1.......2......Kick Out!)
Franks: Well, this match went back and forth for the first few minutes, but now Jason seems to have gained the
advantage. Let's see kep up the pressure, and get a big win over his team mate!
(Jason waits for Jake to rise, and then proceeds to snapmare him down before nailing him in the back of the head with
a basement dropkick. Jason quickly applies another cover: 1..........2.......Kick Out. Shrugging, the Atlantic Champion hauls
the All American Nightmare back to his feet, and then whips him into the nearnest corner, before followwing him in with a
hard clothesline. Sandman then sinks in a side headlock and runs forward, driving his opponent into the mat with a bulldog.
Another cover: 1.........2.......Shoulder Up! Shaking his head, Sandman pulls Keeton back to his feet, and then whips him into
the ropes. As Jake hurtles off, Sandman tries to spin him into a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker, but Keeton lands on his feet, and
wows the crowd by picking up Sandman and tossing him across the ring with a textbook exploder suplex! )
Quadros: Great counter by Keeton to swing the match in his favor. Let's see if he can capitalize on it!
(The Light Heavyweight Champion quickly gets to his feet, vaults to the apron, and then proceeds to springboard off the
top rope and into a Dragonrana as Sandman turns around, rolling him up for a pin attempt: 1....2......Sandman kicks out!
Keeton quickly gets to his feet and picks Sandman up instantly sizing him back down with a quick series of kicks before
nailing him with one to the head that sends Sandman to his back. Keeton uses his speed to quickly climb the top ropes as
Sandman slowly staggers to his feet. Keeton gets to the top and drills Sandman with a missile drop kick sending the big man
back to his back here as Keeton goes for the cover…1…2….Sandman kicked out as Jake Keeton rolled to his feet once
again, this time helping the big man to his feet where Keeton delivered an onslaught of punches and quick kicks that sent
Sandman stumbling backwards.)
Franks: Keeton able to keep the momentum going his way here as Sandman controlled the match in the early going but
Keeton is picking up heat, using his speed to keep the big man down.
Quadros: Good match here with different styles, Sandman is powerful, but he’s got to catch the sneaky quick Jake
Keeton to do business his way.
(Back in the ring Keeton just finished hitting a flying forearm that sent Sandman into the turnbuckle, tying up him for
easy access for Keeton to do some damage. Keeton punches away at the atlantic champ before Keeton frees Sandman to go
for another of his high flying moves. Keeton sizing him up, but Sandman shoves Keeton to the ground, Keeton regroups real
quick and comes back at Sandman, but Sandman uses his power to throw Keeton into the turnbuckle. Sandman with a
right, but Keeton throws his own as the two trade blows back and forth. Finally Sandman gets the upperhand with a knee to
the midsection and follows it up with a short arm clothesline. Sandman setting Keeton up here as he places him up onto the
turnbuckle.)
Franks: This could be detrimental to Jake Keeton’s health if the big man hits this!
Quadros: You gotta love Jason Sandman…Pulling something we don’t see him do much to try and get the win here!
(Sandman lifts Keeton up for the superplex and goes for it!! Sandman with the superplex, but wait! Jake Keeton
manages to shift his way throughout the process causing Sandman to take a hell of a blow as well!! Both men have an arm
on the other!)
Franks: What a counter by Jake Keeton. He knew there was no way out, but he made Sandman feel some pain from
that as well. Neither man is moving right now! The ref has to make the count!
(The ref makes the count…1……2……..3!!!! The match ends in a draw!!! Keeton pins SANDMAN!! SANDMAN PINS
KEETON!!! WHAT A MATCH LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AS BOTH MEN PULLED OUT ALL THE STOPS TO WIN…)
Franks: What an ending, but I think the fans want this match to continue on!!!
Quadros: So do I, but rules are rules Frank and this really is a fitting end to this match.
Franks: This one goes down in the book as a hard fought draw and nothing else as both men have been pinned!!! What a
match, and what an ending! Jake Keeton saved himself from the loss there, but didn’t pick up the win either.
Quadros: It’s that knowledge of his industry Carl…But what a match I’ll agree!
Blood Brothers
Written by: Sam
And as if by magic The Brotherhood come racing to the ring flagged by Cross Recoba’s security team, the charge into the
ring and begin laying the beat down to Jake Keeton after his match with Jason Sandman.
Sandman doesn’t know what to do as Aiden Miles and Dante exit the ring grabbing a chair each, Recoba, Valentine and
Logan continue to beat him down until the two younger members of the Brotherhood return.
Logan and Cross stand him up as Miles and Dante smash Keeton either side of the head with a Con-Chair-To, Logan
quickly gets to work on Keeton draining his blood when Cross Recoba takes the steel chair off Miles and then turns cracking
Jason Sandman over the head with it!!!
Franks: Oh my god!? Cross Recoba just blasted Sandman!!??
Sandman falls to the floor as, Cross, Dante and Miles stomp a mud hole in him, Logan directs his attention to Sandman
and quickly and sharply injects him with the needle and drains his blood.
The Brotherhood then exit the ring while being showered with trash from the fans, but they don’t seem to care, they
simply exit ring side calmly and walk to the back.
Of Mice, Men, Monsters and Mortals
Written by: Jay
As Jake Keeton and Jason Sandman's match draws to a close, the crowd continues to cheer both champions from the
match. Keeton rolls under the ropes and begins to head up the ramp, as Sandman barely makes it to his feet. Suddenly
"Cloud Nine" by Evanescence plays as someone runs down to the ring! As they run down the ramp, they damn near trample
Keeton as he's heading towards the back as they get into the ring.
Quadros: "Who the hell is that?!"
Franks: "Oh my God, Ray! That's Aerik Walker!"
Quadros: "But I thought..."
Franks: "You done thought wrong, jack."
As Ray stares holes through Carl for his statement, Aerik Walker does, in fact, go to down on Jason Sandman. Walker
lays haymaker after haymaker, lefts and rights, the whole nine yards. After a sharp clotheslines drops the Atlantic
Champion, Sandman thinks he's just going to slink out of the ring -- but he couldn't be more wrong if ever there was a way.
Walker positions Sandman in a reverse-DDT move, then picks him up, reverse-suplex style. Walker holds his foe in the air
for a good five seconds, before dropping him and, with absolute fluid-like motion, catches his prey in a vicious Samoan Drop!
After the damage has been done, Walker backwards handsprings out of the ring, happy with the damage done.
Franks: "Holy dear God! Whatever that move was, it nearly broke Sandman into pieces!"
Quadros: "This, Carl, is what you call 'a man on a mission.' I like it. Don't get it, but I sure as hell like it."
Franks: "You only like it because you don't like Jason Sandman."
Quadros: "No, I'm just starting to like this Aerik Walker guy a LOT more."
The Last Time You Have Zex?
Written by: Liam
Franks: what an emotional night we have had here so far, the matches have been off the charts!
Quadros: Emotional? What the hell are you on about!?
“Switchback” By Celldweller kicks in interrupting the announcers, the heads of the fans all turn to the entrance as Zex
walks out on stage, in his hand he is holding onto a microphone, he walks down the ramp and then rolls inside the ring and
then stands dead centre.
Zex taps on the microphone as the crowd continue to give him a mixed reaction!
Zex: Heh! Well look what we have here, Zack E. Xavier in the flesh! Alive and kicking despite the claims made by Ryan
Shane! Which brings me to one thing and one thing only!? Is Zex leaving PWA? AM I FUCK! I was here from day one, I
competed in the first heavyweight championship tournament, I competed in the first Light heavyweight championship match
and I became the first PWA Tag Team Champion!
Again the crowd give a mix of boos and cheers, Zex paces around the ring smiling when he spots The Butcher’s wife
Nikki Cortez who is taking photos at ringside.
Zex: Just because I lost to Jake Keeton and Ryan Shane doesn’t mean I am going to quit or retire, PWA just wouldn’t be
the same without the outspoken, cocky and damn right good-looking ZEX!
The women in attendance cheer and some of the men…Obviously they are Ryan Shane fans.
Zex: So what does this mean for PWA? Well it means that I have my eyes set on another prize, I have my eyes set on
singles gold, whether it be Jason Sandman and the Atlantic title or Jake Keeton and the Light heavyweight title, I am
making a play for singles gold and there isn’t a damn person on this roster who can stop me! I am untouchable I can do
whatever the hell I like!
Franks: A bold statement there by Zex.
Zex: Like…this!
Zex clicks his fingers and a few members of Cross Recoba’s personal security team make their way to ringside, they
block off the ramp as Zex looks down at Nikki Cortez, he climbs out of the ring and gets into her face.
Zex: What do we have here…The Butcher’s slut wife!!
Nikki backs away as Zex moves in closer.
Zex: Your quite the hot piece of MILF ass ain’t ya? Why don’t you get on your knees and give me a little bit of sugar!?
Nikki look furious, she pulls back and slaps Zex across the face, Zex stands back looking stunned as Nikki attempts to
run away and over the barricade, Zex grabs her by the hair and pulls her back, he spins her around and spits right in her
face!!!
Franks: That’s just disgusting!
Quadros: I think Zex wanted to spit over her face no matter what!?
And with that deed done out from the back The Butcher comes running, and by his side is Maelstrom accompanied by
Mugs Hammerfist and Boz Wells, they instantly clash with the security forces, Zex rolls back inside the ring as The Butcher
races past Zex’s hired guards and slides into the ring, Zex back off as The Butcher rushes at and spears him to the ground.
The two of them start trading blows, The Butcher gets the upper hand and then mounts Zex, he then lifts Zex to his feet
and Zex kicks him to the mid section, he lifts The Butcher’s head and then spits in his face!!
Franks: Utter disrespect by Zex!!!
Zex runs back against the ropes and charges at the Butcher!!! DOWN TOWN DROP!!! The Butcher plants Zex to the
mat with a downtown drop! He takes the microphone and stands over the fallen Artist.
The Butcher: You may think your untouchable Zack; because you have Demitre and Wren in your pocket…But you
certainly don’t have me there…Which is why I wish I could fire you on the spot! But instead…I am SUSPENDING YOU
WITHOUT PAY UNTIL I SEE FIT!
Quadros: What? That pretty much is firing him!
Franks: Do you blame him? Zex attacked his wife and spat in both their faces, The Butcher had no choice but to do what
eh just did.
The Butcher climbs out of the ring and checks on his wife, they embrace as PWA cut’s to a commercial break.
Pure Wrestling Match
Ryan Shane vs. Valentine Lionheart
Written by: Andrew
The lights dim in the arena as the Violation-Tron blacks out then the words "The Omega Messiah" appear on the screen,
followed by footage of Valentine in the ring, then the lights begin to flash in strobe as "Beyond The North Waves" By
Immortal starts to blare out over the expensive sound system, as the lights flash around the arena Valentine steps out in
from the entrence ramp in his black tights, boots, gloves and leather sleeveless robe, he looks directly at the ring and then
takes a swig of the bottle of water in his left hand, he walks down to the ring and stops looking at the crowd at the bottom of
the ramp before climbing the steps and walking along the apron he stops staring down the crowd, he tosses the bottle of
water into he crowd laughing and then steps inside the ring and awaits the arrival of his next victim.)
Franks: Well, Valentine looks confident as ever as he makes his way to face Ryan Shane in a Pure Wrestling match this
week!
Quadros: And, why wouldn't he be. He's one of the best technicians in the sport, so this should be a pretty easy night!
Franks: You're kidding! Ryan Shane is Tag Team Champion, and he's the hottest talent in PWA right now, along with
Valentine!
Quadros: Yeah...but he has yet to meet Valentine, has he? Looks like that hot streak is going to come to an end.
The intro to "Right Now" by Van Halen begins to play throughout the arena. The entrance ramp is dimly lit as the figure
of Ryan Shane makes his way out. The intro to the song then cuts to the chorus and pyro goes off as Shane makes his way
to the ring slapping hands with a few of the fans. As he gets to the ring he slides in under the bottom rope and then stands
and raises his hands high to the sounds of cheers]
*Ding Ding*
(Valentine Lionheart wastes no time taking advantage, as he punches Ryan Shane out of the ring before he even gets
into the ring. The referee tells Valentine he is taking away a rope break. Valentine isn't happy about only having two rope
breaks left. Ryan Shane is shaken up, but he is able to finally get into the ring. Ryan Shane
is to his feet and Valentine Lionheart is there to meet him with a hard right hand that rocks him all the way over to the
ropes. The Referee again takes a rope break away from Valentine.)
Franks: Wow! Valentine has used two rope breaks in the opening moments of this contest!
Quadros: Not like he's gonna really need them, though.
(Valentine now has Shane by the hand, and throws him hard off the ropes. Shane on his way back, and he ducks a
telegraphed lariat by Valentine. On his way back again, and Valentine with a back elbow...but Shane ducks in under it.
Valentine drops his head like a back body drop but Shane LEAP FROGS over him with great agility. Shane continues to run
towards the ropes, and gets momentum as he comes back. Valentine is there waiting for him however with what appears to
be a Spinebuster....BUT SHANE BASEBALL SLIDES BETWEEN HIS LEGS!! Shane up behind Valentine now.....SUPER
KICK by Shane....BUT VALENTINE CATCHES IT!! Valentine spins Shane around, and reaches in for a quick
clothesline....but Shane ducks it, and is behind Valentine once again. Shane hooks Valentine around the waist from
behind....but Valentine with a few quick elbows to the side of Shane's head. Valentine with a quick reversal, and is now the
one behind Shane. Valentine goes for a German Suplex....BUT RYAN SHANE FLIPPED WITH THE RELEASE AND
LANDED ON HIS FEET!!! Valentine up quick....Shane off the ropes....OH!!
Franks: Take a breath!!
Ryan Shane sails through the air with his forearm extended out in front of him, driving it right into Valentine's face!
This takes the big man down to the mat very hard. Shane is up quick, but Valentine is also moving to his feet. Shane with a
few hard right hands into Valentine's face....and Shane has Valentine up all the way now....hooks him by the hand...and
throws him hard off the ropes to the opposite side. Valentine REVERSES!! Ryan Shane hits off the ropes, And Valentine for
a big Lariat, but SHANE HOOKS VALENTINE'S ARM AS HE PASSES BY, AND SWINGS UP ONTO HIS
BACK....HOOKING HIS OTHER ARM WITH HIS LEGS....HE'S GOING FOR A CRUCIFIX!!! Valentine however is so
big...he can't get him down.....
Franks: OH MY GOD!!
Quadros: AHH!
Valentine with a massive Samoan Drop on Ryan Shane...who appears to be favoring his midsection now. Valentine jerks
Shane up by the hair of the head...and he throws him into a turnbuckle...man...Right's and Left's over and over to Shane's
body! Valentine now has Shane pulled out to the ropes, and he throws him hard off.......Shane on his way back now...and
OH! What a display of strength here.....Valentine Lionheart has Shane way above his head in a Gorilla Press...and is walking
him towards the ropes!
Franks: OH GOD! You don't think he would do you?
Quadros: Hell yeah!
Franks: So much for Pure Wrestling!
Valentine has Shane way up in the air still....and OH!! He just threw him up hard, and Shane is coming down...OH!!!!
SHANE THROAT FIRST DOWN ACROSS THE TOP ROPE!!!
Franks: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!
Shane recoils off that rope, and slams hard down to the mat. and he is writhing all over the ring holding hit throat! That's not
good for the Tag Champion!
Franks: That ain't good for nobody!
Valentine now starting over to Shane, and he's dragging him over to the ropes again...and now.. OH! He's draping
Shane throat first across the middle rope, and is using his knee to drive Shane further onto the rope. Andy Sheppard looks
less than thrilled about these tactics, and advises Lionheart that he's going to dock his final rope break. In response,
Lionheart casually uses the rope to slingshot Ryan back to the center of the ring, and then drops to his knees to apply a
nonchalant cover: 1.....2.....Kick Out! Not looking too concerned, Val hauls Shane back to his feet by the arm and pulls him
into his clutches before sending him flying with a brutal overhead belly-to-belly suplex! Valentine saunters over as his
opponent attampts to rise, and then cinches in a muay thai clinch before driving knee after knee into his opponent's
midsection. Valentine mouths the words "Too Easy!" before setting his opponent up for the Lion's Mane!)
Quadros: See, I told you that this was going to be an easy night for Valentine!
Franks: Not if Ryan has anything to say about it!
Quadros: What!?
(Indeed, Ryan shifts his weight, blocking the attempted Pedigree, and then somehow manages to power his opponent
over his head and to the mat with a back bodydrop, falling on top of him for the cover: 1.....2.....Valentine bridges up, and
proceeds to twist his opponent into a backslide, forcing his shoulders to the mat: 1......2......Shane somersaults out to escape,
and then leaps into the air, catching his opponent square in the face with a dropkick just as the latter rises to his feet. More
angered then hurt, Valentine gets back to his feet and charges at Shane, who takes him down with a drop toehold, before
applying an STF in the center of the ring! Valentine's eyes bulge out in shock and agony, and he quickly reaches out to grab
the bottom rope before too much damage can be done!)
Layne Marshall: Valentine Lionheart has used his final rope break in this contest!
(Ryan's eyes narrow as he watches Valentine struggle to his feet, and then takes him down with a chop block. Shane
then grabs his opponent's targeted leg, and then wrenches it a couple of times, before applying a spinning toehold. Before he
can complete the figure four, though, Valentine reaches up and takes him down into a small package: 1.......2......Kick Out!
Shane gets to his feet before Valentine, and takes advanatge by nailing him with a dropkick to the knee. Down goes
Valentine, and this time, Shane IS able to apply the figure four leglock! Lionheart cries out in agaony as Ryan starts to put as
much pressure on the hold as he can, but refuses to quit, and is sloiwly able to roll over onto his stomach, thereby reversing
the pressure on the hold. Shane's eyes widen, and he quckly releases the hold before too much damage can be caused.)
Franks: Close call for Valentine there! He's absorbed a lot of abuse over the past couple of minutes and I have to wonder
how much more he can take!
Quadros: More than Shane can dish out, that's for certain!
(Realizing that he has to keep the pressure on, Shane hauls his opponent to his feet by the hair, doubles him over with a
kick to the gut, and then then takes him to the mat with a hard ddt. Ryan then climbs up the the top, and sails off with his
patented Muru Splash! Wait! Valentine got his knees up! Shane collaspes to the mat clutching his ribs, while Lionheart
cradles his injured leg! After a few moments, Valentine manages to struggle to his feet, and limps over to where Shane lies.
He then grabs him around the throat with both hands, lifts him into the air, and then sits out into his Dark Drop
Chokebomb! Cover: 1.............2.............Shoulder Up! Shaking his head, Lionheart hauls his opponent to his feet, and then sets
him up for the Lion's Mane yet again! Bang! This time it connects, but Lionheart lands on his bad leg, and has to take a few
moments to recover before applying the lateral press. Eventually, he rolls over, and drapes his arm across Shane's chest!
COVER: 1.................2....................FOOT ON THE ROPES!)
Layne Marshall: Ryan Shane has used his first rope break! He has two remaining!
Franks: Shane kicks out of the Lion's Mane!
Quadros: Luck! Pure Luck, I tell you!
(Valentine shakes his head in disbelief, and his face turns into a mask of rage as he hauls Shane up by the arm, and
then lifts him into a Fireman's Carry. Although he's still limping, he manages to spin his opponent into the F-5 that serves as
another of his finishers. What!? Shane somehow manages to land on his feet behind Valentine and nails him with the
Someday Snap Lung Blower! Cover: 1............2.............Kick Out! Ryan lets out a loud war cry as the crowd goes crazy, and as
Valentine rises, proceeds to nail him with his much feared Shaning Wizard! Valentine collapes onto his face, and Ryan rolls
him over for the cover: 1..............2.................THREEEEEEEEEEEVAL KICKS OUT! VAL KICKS OUT!)
Franks: Dear God!
Quadros: What have I been saying!? This kid just cannot beat Valentine!
(Shane shakes his head, and then decides to go back to working on the leg. Grabbing Valentine by the injured limb, he
sets him up for another figure four legleock! No! Valentine counters into the Bermuda Triangle, but can't quite cinch it in as
tightly as he would like do to his injured leg. This allows Shane the opportunity to slip, grab Valentine's legs, and roll him up
into a jack-knife pin: 1...........................2..........................THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! Lionheart's mouth drops open in
disbelief, while Shane rolls out of the ring, and celebrates his win as the crowd goes APESHIT!!!!)
Layne Marshall: Here is your winner.......RYAN SHAAAAAAANE!!!!!!
Quadros: Are you kidding me!? NO! Just....Just.....NOOOOOO!!!!
Franks: What a victory for Ryan Shane, who has now firmly established himself as one of the elite competitors in PWA!
Another Name to the Collection
Written by: Sam
Franks: What a great match!
Quadros: Was it!?
Franks: What do you mean was it?
Valentine Lionheart stands dead centre of the ring as Cross Recoba’s personal guard walk our on the entrance ramp
accompanied by Cross Recoba, Aiden Miles and Dante Lionheart, the three Brotherhood members race to the ring and
instantly put the boots down to Ryan Shane; Valentine stands back in the corner of the ring leaning against the turnbuckle
as Dante and Miles lift Shane to his feet.
Cross Recoba stands back and then hits a picture perfect super-kick to the throat of Ryan Shane, Shane is then hoisted
into the air and double flap jacked by Miles and Dante.
Franks: What a spiteful act by The Brotherhood!
Quadros: That wasn’t spiteful it made sense to me.
Valentine then slowly applauds the handy work of the Brotherhood and then looks to his left where we see Logan Steel
slide into the ring holding his metal brief case, he opens it and with in seconds has injected a needle into Ryan Shane’s are
and is draining his blood thus adding him to the Crimson Collection!
Quadros: And the collection begins to grow!
The scene ends cutting to commercial as The Brotherhood exit ring side.
Pissed Off!
Written by: Neil
Miranda Buck is standing by holding her microphone as she looks for a interview. All of a sudden PWA Atlantic
Champion, Jason Sandman, comes storming by with a look of contempt over his face after how his match with Jake Keeton
went and then being attacked by Aerik Walker, unprovoked.
Miranda Buck: Sandman! Mr. Sandman! Can I get a word with you over what just happened to you tonight?!
Jason Sandman keeps on walking, blowing her off. The only answers he’s interested in tonight will come from The
Butcher. Miss Buck continues to follow Sandman down the hall trying to get a response. Sandman storms into
Commissioner Butcher’s office and slams the door behind him. The breeze from the slamming blows Miranda’s hair back as
she’s left standing there with the microphone and no answer to her question.
Franks: Geez! Jason Sandman does not look to be a happy camper tonight. He just slammed the door on the
Commissioner’s ‘open door policy’!
Quadros: I wouldn’t be happy either after what’s been going on. I wish we could get a camera in there. I bet you Butcher
is crying right about now!
Hardcore Kansas City Tornado Tag Team Match
Terminus & Shaun Andrews vs. Jostrodomus & Husani Dakarai
Written by: Neil
The fans in the arena all jumped a little as the eerie sitar intro of Metallica’s “Wherever I May Roam” resonated through
the speakers causing more than a few goose bumps on the arms of those in attendance. The lights which had dimmed as
soon as the sitar struck up it’s tune started to flicker in time with the beginning of pounding drums. White smoke filtered
thickly over the entranceway covering the scene in a dim, foggy mist as the guitars struck up and the bass bellowed
menacingly. The fans didn’t have to wait long to see the hated man that accompanied the music as Husani Dakarai’s huge,
hulking frame became silhouetted in the smoke. They booed as he burst into sight and pounded his chest letting out a primal
roar at the same time. The African’s nostrils flared before he broke out into a smug smirk and slowly made his way down the
aisle surrounded by fans who jeered and insulted him, but he paid them no mind as his focus was solely on the ring. Husani
broke into a short sprint, sliding underneath the bottom rope fluidly and quickly getting to his feet. He let out another roar
and held his arms out to his sides, flexing his muscles, before retreating into the closest corner.
Franks: Husani Dakarai continues to climb the rankings, Ray. This is a huge step for him working tonight’s main event.
Quadros: There aren’t any rookies for him to face tonight, Carl. So we’ll see how he does.
“Enemey" by Sevendust blasts over the PA system as the fans start to cheer. Smoke fills the entrance way and
Jostrodomus emerges from the smoke arms in the air, fist clinched, ready to fight. He walks down to the ring with that shit
eating grin on his face that we've all become accustomed to and arrogantly gets into the ring as the fans continue cheering.
He throws his arms in the air for one last firework show and pop from the fans before leaning against the ropes before the
match starts.
Franks: Jostrodomus continues to be a man on a mission as he tries to find out who exposed his estranged son to the
world.
Quadros: Jostrodomus had a bastard child? Who knew!
“Wild Out” by The Lox then starts to kick up as Shaun Andrews steps out from the back. He begins to make his way
down to the ring, taking time to acknowledge a fan holding a “Christ of Wrestling” sign. Andrews then steps into the ring and
starts talking trash against Jostrodomus and Husani Dakarai.
Franks: Shaun Andrews hasn’t made many friends here in PWA but he is getting closer to that PWA World
Heavyweight Championship spot.
Quadros: How can he be the “Christ of Wrestling” when he doesn’t have any friends, Carl? I don’t see any lost fishermen
following him.
Then “Becoming the Bull” begins to play as PWA World Heavyweight Champion steps out onto the ramp way. He raises
the Championship above his head, earning a bit of a mixed reaction for probably the first time in a long time. Natalie Snow
steps out as well with her cane in hand. The two begin to make their way down to the ring as the opponents wait/
Franks: Earlier tonight Terminus and Gundan RTO withdrew from Project Catastrophe. Do you think Shaun Andrews
will see this act and be a better partner?
Quadros: Not at all! Same with Husani Dakarai. He still wants a piece of Terminus whether he’s a PC member or not.
The two teams stand in the center of the ring shouting out trash talk to one another to try to get their opponents off
their game. Referee Sheppard stands by as the teams figure out who will start this match off. Looks like we’re going to end
up with Jostrodomus against Terminus for starters. Then all of a sudden “Nutshell” by Alice in Chains starts playing and out
steps the Commissioner with a microphone.
The Butcher: Hey all of you in that ring! Quit with the ordering and seeing who will start this main event off. You
obviously don’t understand. This is Kansas City and this is a hardcore tornado tag team match. So in other words…the rules
don’t count! Understood?
The Kansas City crowd pops as all four men look at each other and forget what they were doing before. The
Commissioner steps backstage again as Referee Sheppard calls for the bell! DING! Looks like Jostrodomus and Terminus are
going to still go at it here in the ring! Uh oh, Shaun Andrews just yelled out and called Husani Dakarai a “camel fucker!”
Here comes Dakarai around the ring as fast as a big man can run to settle this with Shaun Andrews!
Franks: The Commissioner is crazy! These four men are going to tear this building apart!
Quadros: I don’t know about you, Carl, but I’m about ready to get out of here before I get hurt!
Jostrodomus and Terminus are throwing haymakers, rights and lefts, knuckle sandwiches, whatever you want to call it!
They’re roughing each other up like this is Redemption and Apotheosis all over again! Jostrodomus with a right! Terminus
with a left! Right hand by Jostrodomus rocks Terminus back! Irish whip by Jostrodomus and a return kitchen sink turns
Terminus inside out! Now Jostrodomus is choking Terminus with both hands on the canvass while Referee Sheppard stands
by wondering why he’s even out here.
Husani Dakarai and Shaun Andrews are outside of the ring swinging for the fences as well. However, Shaun Andrews
isn’t having as much of a fight as Terminus was. Husani Dakarai nailed him with one clubbing blow and has been hitting a
series of them ever since! Big knuckle shot by HD rocks Andrews back! Right, left, right, left, a solid series of blows by
Dakarai keeps Andrews at bay. He falls back against the barrier to try and regain bearings. Husani Dakarai runs over with a
big clothesline but ends up getting stopped short because Andrews just threw a fan’s beer in his eyes! Low blow by Andrews
and a follow up DDT onto the barely padded floor!
Quadros: Why the beer, Andrews?!
Franks: Here’s hoping it wasn’t an expensive import.
Back in the ring Jostrodomus has pulled the winded Terminus up off the canvass and tossed him into a corner. Running
knee to the face by Jostrodomus and Terminus is knocked silly and winded. Jostrodomus with a cover! 1...2...KICK OUT!
Jostrodomus drops a couple stomps onto Terminus before walking over to the corner and untying the turnbuckle. He tosses
the turnbuckle aside and shows off the exposed steel ring underneath! Jostrodomus yanks Terminus up by the mask and
whips him back into the corner! Terminus arcs his back after his spine connected with the steel ring! Jostrodomus shoots in
with a spear…NO! Terminus with a clutch drop toe hold and Jostrodomus goes face first into the exposed steel turn buckle!
The crowd has a pop for the carnage as Jostrodomus rolls around on the canvass holding his head!
Outside of the ring Shaun Andrews has taken the dazed Husani Dakarai and tossed him into the steel steps! CRASH!
Andrews follows up with some stomps onto HD’s newly bruised shoulder before he starts pulling up the cow matting
covering the concrete floor. Andrews pulls up Dakarai and tries a suplex onto the concrete! OH! Shaun Andrews pulls up
lame over the big 360 pounds HD weighs. Husani with a reversal and Andrews is sent into the barrier with a suplex! After a
moment, Shaun Andrews gets up holding his back against the barrier and finds HD running towards him. Shaun Andrews
with a LARGE back body drop that sends Husani Dakarai over the barrier and into the crowd!
Franks: Holy crap! Dakarai is a big man, Ray! Someone better check to see if there aren’t any fans underneath him!
Quadros: They wanted front row action and they got it. But look! Jostrodomus has been cut open by the turnbuckle!
Jostrodomus is still rolling around holding the slight gash in his head. It’s a little bleeder but still leave a stain in the ring.
Terminus stands above him with the turnbuckle tie and wraps it around Jostrodomus’ throat! The PWA World Heavyweight
Champion is choking Jostrodomus out now and Natalie Snow is standing by watching and laughing the whole time!
However, Jostrodomus is able to power himself up to a knee a shucks Terminus over his shoulder to break the choke. Still
on one knee Jostrodomus is trying to regain his wind. Terminus nails him square in the face with a dropsault! Cover!
1...2...THR…KICK OUT!
Shaun Andrews steps over the barrier, getting some pats on the back by a couple brave fans. Andrews with a knee to
the side of HD’s head. He lays in a couple extra stomps onto Dakarai, trying to keep the Madman from the Motherland down.
Andrews pushes a fan out of the way and grabs a steel chair. He folds it up to make it a weapon and turns his attention back
to HD. Husani Dakarai beat Shaun Andrews to the punch and spears the living shit out of him! A couple fans nearby got
caught up in the spear as well because Husani Dakarai is a one man offensive line!
Franks: Now that’s what I call a spear!
Quadros: Yeah and Terminus just made Jostrodomus look like his bitch!
Terminus with a Russian leg sweep on Terminus to drop him again. Terminus runs towards the ropes…rolling senton!
Cover! 1...2...THREE…NO! KICK OUT! Terminus lays in a couple solid punches to the forehead, trying to open up that
wound even more. Natalie Snow looks inject herself into this match as she slides a steel chair into the ring. Terminus picks it
up and WHACK! Solid steel chair shot to Jostrodomus’ shoulder! Terminus sets the steel chair on top of the downed
Jostrodomus and then hops to the top turnbuckle. He jumps off with a Skytwister press! OH!! Jostrodomus just threw the
chair into Terminus’ masked face on the way down! Natalie Snow is shocked over what just happened. Now Jostrodomus
has the steel chair and he’s cracking Terminus with it! Again! Again! Again! And AGAIN! The steel chair is bent like a taco
but Jostrodomus isn’t done, no sir! He tosses Terminus out of the ring and to the floor below, then paces the ring with blood
coming down his face, pumping up the fans!
Husani Dakarai has Shaun Andrews by the neck and tosses him back over the barrier towards ringside with a powerful
hurl. Andrews lands hard onto the exposed concrete floor. HD steps back over the barrier himself and now he’s face to face
with his partner Jostrodomus. Joz and HD pick up Shaun Andrews and give him a wicked double cutter! Jostrodomus with a
cover on Andrews outside of the ring! Referee Sheppard shoots in for the pin fall! 1...2...THRE…NO! Terminus with a stiff
kick that connect to the back of Jostrodomus’ head!
Franks: Terminus saved Shaun Andrews. Who would have thought.
Quadros: That’s why he’s PWA’s Savior!
Terminus just pissed off Husani Dakarai, not a good idea. HD is now stalking him outside of the ring. Kick to the
midsection by Terminus! Kick! Kick! Kick! Maybe if he had Kaito’s feet this would be working but HD keeps pushing
forward! Another kick by Terminus here on the outside of the ring. Caught by Dakarai! HD pulls Terminus
forward…spinning power slam by Dakarai on Terminus near the commentator’s table!
Franks: Get out of here guys!
Quadros: This is getting too close for my comfort, Carl. We all ready have dead fans over there! I don’t want to be one of
them!
Jostrodomus drops some boots onto Shaun Andrews on the floor. CRACK! Oh wow! Barry Bonds steroid induced CANE
shot to the back of Jostrodomus’ head by Natalie Snow! That woman just might be on the juice for all we know. The cane
shattered and all Ms. Snow is holding is a stub of it! But Jostrodomus took that shot cleanly but won’t back down from it!
Now Joz is stalking Natalie Snow who is carefully walking backwards! Without her cane she can’t move much tonight.
Jostrodomus grabs her and raises a hand, ready to slap the taste out of her mouth! NO! The hand is stopped by Shaun
Andrews! Andrews with a stiff uppercut that rocks Joz back! Another! Another! Another! Irish whip by Shaun Andrews and
Jostrodomus smacks his head on the steel post! Shaun Andrews looks back at Natalie Snow…geez! Natalie just slapped the
taste out of Andrews’ mouth!
Franks: Shaun Andrews just saved Natalie Snow from Jostrodomus’ wrath and she repaid him with a slap!
Quadros: She’ll only be saved by one man, Carl. But who’s going to save him from Husani?!
HD picks up Terminus in a military press and launches him back into the ring! The crowd pops for the show of strength!
Husani into the ring now and he pulls Terminus up like a rag doll. Toss him into a corner. HD with a series of shoulder
blocks onto the Champion, doubling him over. Husani Dakarai plasters Terminus dead nuts in the middle of the ring!
1!…2!…….THREE!! NO!! Shaun Andrews slides into the ring with a save! SNAP! HOLY SHIT!
Franks: My God that was sick!
Shaun Andrews slide into the ring with a staple gun and just STAPLED Dakarai in the head! STAPLE! STAPLE!
STAPLE! Dakarai is now rolling around on the canvass with drips of blood starting to cover the ring. Shaun Andrews throws
the staple gun as Husani and rolls him up! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT! Terminus and Shaun Andrews, working together
might I add, set HD up in a corner and start with a series of double stops on the man! They both extract HD from the corner
and lift the big man in the air! Holding! Holding! Holding! BAM!! OH! Double vertical brainbuster on Husani Dakarai!
Terminus with the cover! Wait! Shaun Andrews pulls him off and makes the cover! Terminus now pulls him off!
Franks: Both men want to cover Husani Dakarai!
Quadros: Damn it guys! Just win!
The two rivals but teammates for the night stare each other down and argue over who’s going to do what. Terminus
ducks out of the way as Jostrodomus slides into the ring and plasters Andrews with a clothesline to the back of the head!
Stompidy stomp stomp by Jostrodomus on Andrews! Wait! Terminus with a standing rana on Joz for the cover!
1...2...THRE…KICK OUT! Husani Dakarai is getting out of the ring to pull some staples out of his head. Terminus and
Jostrodomus are back to throwing punches again! Right by Joz! Left by Terminus! Right by Joz! Left by Terminus! Right!
Right! Right! All by Joz! Irish whip by Jostrodomus and he collects Terminus with a spine buster! The crowd pops as
Jostrodomus raises an elbow to sell an elbow shot. Joz runs to the ropes for some momentum…POOF!! Natalie Snow just
blinded Jostrodomus with a fire extinguisher from under the ring!
Quadros: Ha ha! That’ll cool Joz off.
Franks: Damn it! Can we have a match without her getting involved? This might as well be a handicap match!
Quadros: Natalie Snow is handicapped! Didn’t you see her cane?
Natalie Snow is all smiles as she drops the extinguisher and backs up…right into Husani Dakarai! The crowd pops as
Snow tries to get away but HD grabs her! “FLATTEN THE BITCH!” “FLATTEN THE BITCH!” “FLATTEN THE BITCH!”
yells out the crowd! Dakarai is about to do just that and put her on the shelf for good until Terminus comes flying through
the ropes with a suicide dive! He takes out HD! The crowd groans but some pop over the action.
Quadros: Terminus has a funny way of saving Natalie Snow every time.
Franks: I know.
Quadros: You sound disappointed, Carl. Do you want Natalie Snow to get hurt?
Jostrodomus is whipping his eyes so he can see again after the extinguisher went off in his face. He turns around and
gets tackled by Shaun Andrews! Andrews mounts Joz and starts whaling away with rights and lefts from the guard position!
Jostrodomus deflects as many shots as he can. Flurry of rights and left batter Jostrodomus. Then he unleashes a head butt
to the bridge of Andrews’ nose! Blood spurts over the ring as Shaun Andrews rolls to the side holding his face! Jostrodomus
wobbles to his feet and starts kicking away at Andrews! He kicks his right out of the ring and near the commentators’ booth
again!
Franks: They’re getting too close again, Ray. Get ready to run.
Quadros: I’m all ready gone!
Yep, and just like that Ray Quadros drops his set and steps away from the booth. Unfortunately for him he can’t go very
far because Terminus is blocking the way as he’s applying a sick looking camel clutch on Husani Dakarai with a CHAIR!
Referee Sheppard is right there seeing is Dakarai is going to TAP OUT near ring side! He asks if HD wants to tap! NO!
Terminus pulls the chair back further into Dakarai’s face! Tap? NO!! Again Terminus rears back, almost losing grip of the
folded chair! TAP! NO!! Terminus releases the chair and the hold! He curb stomps Husani Dakarai to try and be a tooth
chipper.
Franks: Get out of there, Ray! You’re blocking my view! I’m trying to call a match here! Bah! What are you doing
Layne?!
Layne Marshall: I’m taking over for Ray Quadros! You need help, Carl! He’s too much of a chicken to do his job!
Franks: But you’re not colorful!
Layne Marshall: I like rainbows!
Franks: Help me.
Jostrodomus slides out of the ring and collects Shaun Andrews with an inverted atomic drop! Andrews bounces back
holding his crotch ‘Nuff Said super kick on Shaun Andrews!! Andrews collapses to the floor and Jostrodomus covers him!
Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE!!…FOUR! FIVE!…
Referee Sheppard is preoccupied by the Husani Dakarai and Terminus action! Jostrodomus gets off of Andrews and
what to know where the fuck the referee is! He starts yelling at Sheppard to get his ass over here! The referee does as
Terminus is climbing to the top turnbuckle! He’s looking down onto Dakarai from high above!
Franks: Don’t tell me he’s going to do it!
Layne Marshall: This is great, Carl. I am really enjoying this moment with you.
Terminus takes off with a suicidal TERMINAL VELOCITY onto Husani Dakarai on the outside!….BAM!!! OH! Dakarai
got out of the way and Terminus landed face first onto the exposed concrete! HOLY SHIT! Jostrodomus covers Shaun
Andrews again for the victory! ONE! TWO! THREE….2.999961247!! Shaun Andrews KICKED OUT! Jostrodomus is pissed
that the referee blew the pin earlier! Now he’s going for the kill. He reaches under the ring and is looking for something.
After a moment of searching, Jostrodomus steps back out and raises some BARBED WIRE over his head! The crowd pops!
Franks: That’s left over from the barbed wire match earlier, Layne!
Marshall: Do you think Butcher will make me the color commentator from now on?
Before Jostrodomus can put it to good use, Shaun Andrews grabs him from behind in a choke hold! RAP IT UP! Shaun
Andrews has applied the Rap It Up! Joz drops the barbed wire and tries to fight off the choke hold! Referee Sheppard is right
there to see if Jostrodomus will give up! Joz continues fighting! Elbows to Andrews’ midsection! Jostrodomus falls to a
knee…wait…he’s back standing and fighting! His face is turning red from the lack of circulation! Sheppard want to
know…TAP? Give up? NO!!! Elbow! Elbow! Elbow! Elbow! Jostrodomus is fighting back, trying not to pass out!
Marshall: What do you think, Carl? Huh? Carl Franks and Layne Marshall…PWA commentators for life? Hmm?
Carl Franks doesn’t even respond as he runs for his life! Layne Marshall looks back to the action…Shaun Andrews with
a RAP IT UP SUPLEX!!! Jostrodomus crashing through the commentators’ table…destroying the table AND Layne Marshall!
“Holy Shit! “PWA!” “Holy Shit!” “PWA!” Emergency Technicians come running down to the ringside to help pull Layne
Marshall from the wreckage! During all the chaos Shaun Andrews slides back into the ring to view the damage. Husani
Dakarai slides in from behind…Irish whip by Dakarai on Shaun Andrews! OH!!! THE RANDOM ACTS OF VIOLENCE!!
What a power SPINEBUSTER! HD hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! THREE!!! DING! DING! DING!
Franks: Hello? Hello? Is this thing working?! These guys tore each other apart! Husani Dakarai gets his hand raised in
victory for himself and Jostrodomus! His partner is starting to get up after destroying the commentators’ table!
Quadros: Hey! I’m back, Carl! Did you see that? Layne Marshall broke Jostrodomus’ fall! That could have been ME!
Franks: Boy am I glad to hear your voice, Ray! Much better than Layne Marshall’s.
“Where Ever I May Roam” kicks back up as Husani Dakarai raises his long arms in victory. Natalie Snow is screaming at
the top of her lungs while she stands over Terminus’ barely moving body. Jostrodomus is starting to come to as Layne
Marshall is being wheeled away on a stretcher. Husani Dakarai limps his way out of the ring, battered and bruised like he
just got into a massive bar room brawl. As he’s leaving the crowd starts to boo loudly.
Jason Sandman and Kaito come running down towards the ring! Sandman with a steel chair and Kaito with the only
weapons that matter...his feet!! They both slide into the ring and Kaito starts kicking Shaun Andrews! Jason Sandman now
with a chair shot! CRACK!
Franks: Damn it! This is enough!
Quadros: Old fashion Gundan RTO beatdown, Carl. Let the good times roll!
The Trade-Off
Written by: Neil & Paul
Jason Sandman is down in the face of the knocked out Shaun Andrews, shouting at him about their match at Vow.
Kaito is prowling the ring as well with that determined look in his eye. Sandman starts to lay in a couple more stomps while
Kaito makes sure nobody enters the ring to save the “Christ of Wrestling”.
Franks: I can’t believe how disturbed Jason Sandman has been tonight over that loss against Shaun Andrews at Vow.
Quadros: How do you know it’s Jason? Maybe it’s Angel!
Sandman continues his stomping on Andrews until Commissioner Butcher steps out from the back without any music.
He has a microphone and stays on the entrance ramp.
The Butcher: Hey Sandman!
Jason stops kicking Andrews long enough to respond to Butcher.
Jason: Kind of busy Cortez. Be with you in a minute.
The Butcher: No, Sandman, you will listen to me right here…right now! I need to know the answer to my question
earlier.
Franks: Question? What question is that, Ray?
Quadros: Um, what would you like on your Tombstone pizza?
Jason looks over at Butcher and back down at Shaun Andrews. Sandman picks Andrews up and lies him up against the
ropes, tying his arms up so he will be secure.
Jason: Come down here Cortez. I want Andrews to see this first hand.
The Commissioner does as Sandman asks and makes his way down to the ring. Without hesitation of being
outnumbered by the Gundan RTO members, The Butcher steps into the ring with the microphone.
The Butcher: Enough, Sandman. We’ve seen enough bloodshed between you and Shaun Andrews. I want my answer.
Jason looks over at Butcher and back at Andrews.
Jason: Shaun ever since you became a millionaire you have done nothing, but sell your soul to one unknown devil or
another to get to where you are. Well Tonight I sell my soul to the devil that I know and get the only thing I want.
Jason walks over to the corner and grabs the Atlantic title. Jason then slowly walks back over to Andrews.
Jason: Shaun you really shouldn't play around in heaven..
Jason looks Andrews right in the eyes.
Jason: The Angel will soon find you and destroy you.
Jason looks over at Butcher and throws the belt at his feet. The Commissioner stares down Jason Sandman for a
moment and then looks towards Kaito, making sure he doesn’t do anything. He then bends down and picks up the Atlantic
Championship and puts it over his shoulder.
The Butcher: That’s what I thought, Sandman. You made the right choice.
Franks: What is this? Is Jason Sandman handing the Atlantic Title over to the Commissioner?
Quadros: He’s a two time Atlantic Champion, Carl! He made that title look great!
Commissioner Butcher smiles as he steps out of the ring with the Atlantic Championship over his shoulder. He begins to
make his way up the entrance ramp when Jason Sandman stops him short.
Jason: What about your end of the bargain, Butcher?
The Commissioner looks back.
The Butcher: Oh yeah. A deal is a deal. Ladies and gentlemen, our next #1 Contender match for the PWA World
Heavyweight Championship is in that ring right now.In one corner will be international superstar Kaito. In the other we’ll
have a woken up Shaun Andrews, hell bent on what happened tonight. And in another corner we’ll have…Jason Sandman
in a elimination style THREE WAY DANCE!
The crowd pops over this.
The Butcher: Oh and another thing, since Gundan RTO likes to attack with numbers and try to dictate who does what
around here, I'm giving Shaun Andrews next week off to heal up. So you know, he's ready to beat you guys at full strength.
Two weeks, gentlemen. Hope to see you there.
Jason smiles as looks at Butcher then back to Andrews. Jason then nails Andrews with a Venom's Strike clothesline
over the ropes before turning his attention to Kaito. Jason just smiles while Kaito looks strangely at his RTO stable mate.
Flipping over the ropes and landing on his feet Jason stares at the two men he will face next week.
Franks: Wow! Next week it’s Kaito vs. Shaun Andrews vs. Jason Sandman! #1 Contender match!
Quadros: This is going to be awesome! Gundan RTO will reign supreme once again.
Franks: Can they co-exist with a PWA World Heavyweight Championship shot on the line or will Shaun Andrews
prevail against the odds? We’ll see you next week! Good night everybody!
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