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Violation 26
Sunday, April 26th, 2008
Energy Solutions Arena in Salt Lake City, Utah
Keep Your Word
Written by: Bailey
The show opens up to a shot of the back. We see a Bentley turn up at the front of the entrance for
wrestlers. Cross Recoba steps out and the crowd are heard to audibly boo him. He brushes down his black suit
and straightens his silk tie. He reaches into the car and helps out Lillian Walker. A few wolf-whistles are heard
from the crowd at her appearance. She steps out and Cross shuts the door. A third person steps out the car, he
is carrying a briefcase and wears an obviously tailored suit. The trio walk through the backstage area.
Cross: So we're clear on what we're doing? Alex, you're coming down to the ring with me, Lillian, you've
got your own box, paid for by Costello of course.
The other two nod.
Lillian: I'll be right back...
Cross rolls his eyes but is thankful that, unlike some women, she didn't need to tell him that she was going
to the ladies.
Franks: Cross was reprimanded we understand by Mugs, he has been ordered to not repeat the stunt he
pulled last week.
Quadros: He was told he couldn’t make an unprovoked attack on someone or they had to sign a form,
that’s not reprimanding, that’s saving Mugs’ behind!
Alex: You sure this will fly?
Cross: You tell me, you're the legal power in all this.
Mugs Hammerfist appears in front of Cross.
Mugs: I hope you don't think you're going to get away with what you pulled last week!
Cross' face is a mask of surprise.
Cross: What do you mean?
Mugs: That kid from Denver is still in a neck-brace, you just wanna be happy he didn't press charges or
sue you! Try that again and I'll crush you!
Cross: What's the matter? The job getting you down Mugs? Don't you just wish you could hit me?
Cross presses out his chin with these words and winks at the PWA's Head Of Security.
Mugs: At least I still have my job, maybe you should be happy that you're on leave from security, might
mean you can win a match!
Mugs walks off leaving Cross with raised eyebrows.
Cross: Alex, ignore him, he came with the building....
Fire vs. Aiden Miles
Written by: Neil
Franks: Welcome to another edition of Violation, ladies and gentlemen. Tonight should be a great show as
we move one week closer to Mob Rules.
Quadros: The weather might be nice outside, Carl, but PWA is still the place to be. Let’s see what happens
tonight in Salt Lake City.
Franks: To start things off, Aiden Miles will go toe-to-toe with newcomer Fire. Miles didn’t look good in that
Light Heavyweight Championship match against Jake Keeton two weeks ago. Maybe he’ll be better this week?
Quadros: Of course he didn’t look good! A fireball blew up in his face! But now that he’s facing a man by
the name of Fire, he’s going to have to overcome what happened to him and get this victory.
“Gossip” by Lil Wayne kicks up and out steps the newcomer Fire. The crowd gives him a mixed reaction
as the large man makes his way down to the ring. He steps inside and stares down the young and fine looking
referee, Sasha Brown. Then “In the Air Tonight” by Nonpoint starts playing and out steps Aiden Miles. The
Standard runs down to the ring and slides in, looking ready to get this match started and face his fears. The bell
rings and this match is underway!
Miles shoots in with some quick forearm shivers that rocks Fire back. Aiden Miles with an Irish whip but it’s
reversed by Fire. Miles on the rebound slides between Fire’s legs and pops up with a bitch slap! WHOOO! Fire
is feeling mighty disrespected by that move and swings at Miles wildly. Miles ducks out of the way and starts
landing some precision kicks to Fire’s knee. He isn’t going down! OH! Nasty head butt there by Fire that drops
Miles. Fire picks up Miles and plants him with a stiff vertical suplex. Cover! 1...2...KICK OUT!
Fire starts laying some nasty punches right to Miles’ face, drawing a warning from Referee Sasha Brown.
Fire backs off but makes sure to toss Miles hard into a corner. Fire shoots in with a running body splash that
knocks the wind out of Miles. Again, Fire starts to drop some heavy blows into Aiden Miles, showing that he
wants to fight in this match. 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10 punches rock Miles out of the corner and straight into a
waiting Fire. Kick to the midsection and now Fire has Miles set up for a power bomb! He raises Miles above his
head! Wait! Aiden Miles with a desperation flying head scissor to save himself in this match! Fire falls over the
top rope to the floor below!
As Fire is getting to his feet outside of the ring, Miles runs towards the ropes and jumps out of the ring,
taking Fire out with a flying cross body! Miles gets up and receives a nice round of applause for sacrificing
himself. He pulls the much larger Fire up and bounces his head off of the ring apron before sliding back into the
ring. Miles was looking for a count-out victory here but Fire was able to get back into the ring by the 8-count.
Aiden Miles is waiting for him though and connects with a spinning heel kick! Cover! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT!
Miles back off the offensive, trying to wear the big man known as Fire down. Irish whip by Miles is
reversed. Miles returns and gets caught with a stiff standing spinebuster by Fire! Fire now starts dropping some
stomps, smothering Aiden Miles. Fire then with a hot shot, causing Miles to bounce chest first off the top rope!
Fire runs towards the ropes and comes off with a BIG rolling elbow drop for the cover! 1...2...THREE…KICK
OUT!! Fire now with a belly-to-belly suplex! Hooks the leg! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT!! Fire now with a full nelson
slam! 1!…2!….2.9913354!! Fire is not too thrilled over the count! Now he’s getting frustrated.
Fire yanks Aiden Miles up and tries for a gorilla press. That’s a no go as Miles breaks free and lands on his
feet and executes an inverted headlock back breaker on Fire! Miles goes to the top turnbuckle and looks down
at Fire. Nice Frog Splash by Aiden Miles! Cover! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Now Miles wants a faster count! He
yells out at Referee Sasha Brown that her implants are in the way! Now Miles is arguing with Referee Brown over
the size of her breasts, leaving Fire some time to get to his feet. Fire grabs Miles and turns him around…Atomic
Drop! Follow up clothesline by Fire! Double knee drop to the face by Fire! Hooks the leg! 1...2...THRE…KICK
OUT!
Fire calls out for the Flaming Suplex as he waits for Miles to get to his feet. He grabs Miles from behind for
the finisher! Miles knows he’s in trouble and sits out, putting the back of his head into Fire’s chin! Super kick by
Aiden Miles! Follow up CRASH LANDING by Aiden Miles and the cover! 1!…2!…THREE!!! DING! DING! DING!
“In the Air Tonight” kicks back up as Aiden Miles slides out of the ring and reaches under the PWA banner. He
pulls out a fire extinguisher and sprays the contents all over Fire’s laid out body! While Referee Sasha Brown is
trying to stop Aiden Miles, Miles drops the extinguisher and goes face first into her exposed cleavage for a sniff!
The crowd laughs as Miles leaves the ring feeling like a new man.
Franks: Aiden Miles with the victory and apparently he has no issue with fires anymore. But his issues with
Referee Sasha Brown, that’s just disturbing.
Quadros: It’s a natural response, Carl. I would go face first into her cleavage too if I had the opportunity.
Franks: Of course you would. Hard luck for newcomer Fire though. He’s still a bit raw but I think he’ll be
fine once he gets used to his surroundings.
Crossing Out Cross
Written by: Jay
Scene cuts backstage to Johnny Red standing next to none other than Mystic J. Mystic, towering over the
interviewer, is wearing a navy blue "No Pain, No Gain" shirt and blue jeans. He smiles at the camera, which
causes a large portion of the crowd to cheer ecstatically.
Johnny: "Mystic, tonight, you once again battle Havoc and his partner, Cross Recoba. You're not alone,
however, as you team with rookie sensation Liam Travers. Your thoughts?"
Mystic looks at Johnny, confused.
Mystic: "Johnny! We are live, my friend. L-I-V-E! And in the middle of SALT LAKE CIT-AH! But, Johnny,
Mystic has one question for you. Who the hell is this Cross Recoba? Mystic knows who Havoc is. And Liam
Travers. But I do not know who this Cross is."
Johnny: "He's your opponen--"
Mystic cuts off Johnny by taking the microphone.
Mystic: "No, he's not! You see, Johnny, The Mystic One went and did some research. He investigated into
the long and boring life that is Recoba's. Do you know what I found out?"
Johnny shakes his head in the negative.
Mystic: "The bumblefuck's name isn't even Cross! His last name's not Cross. His middle name's not Cross.
His last name isn't Cross. His mama's not a Cross, his Daddy's not a Cross, there's not even a Grandpappy
Cross! In fact, I know Recoba's entire full name. Would you like to know what it is?"
Johnny: "Uh, isn't it San--"
Mystic interrupts Johnny, by again taking the microphone.
Mystic: "You shut up! You'll ruin the surprise! The Mystic One found out that Recoba's full name is, and this
is one-hundred percent scientifically accurate, actually Santino Crotchsniffer Recoba. It's true."
The crowd roars with laughter and some cheers.
Mystic: "So, Johnny, you ask how Mystic feels about once again, meeting the walking posterchild for
schizophrenia and Ol' Crotchsniffer? I'll tell you. He's going to do the exact same thing he did last week -- win
and win with ease! You see, Johnny, Havoc's not exactly recovered from getting beaten last week, and neither is
Crotchsniffer. So they can both walk into the ring and get another ass-whuppin', courtesy of The No Pain Train
and Liam Travers!
"Recoba calls himself The Man Worth A Thousand Bullets. He can be worth a thousand bullets, a thousand
dollars, hell, even a thousand transvestites. The fact of the matter is, to me, all he is worth is a beating that will
last a lifetime! So Havoc, while I'm beating Crotchsniffer within an inch of his pathetic life, converse with George
about which one of you will have the brains and the balls to come and stop me. And when one, or both, of you
have decided you have the balls and the brains to interrupt me, Liam will be there to stop you in your tracks.
This week, there will be no bullets, no psychos, no bullshit. Just Liam Travers and a No Pain Train! AND THERE
AIN'T A DAMN THING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!"
Mystic stares directly at the camera, his eyes fierce.
Mystic: "Trust me."
Mystic walks off, as Johnny takes the mic back.
Johnny: "Mystic's fired up tonight, guys. Sending it back to you."
Scene switches back to the gorilla position.
Franks: "Ray, last week, Mystic proved us wrong. He proved to us that he did find the right 'side' of him, so
to speak, and he picked up a convincing win over Havoc in the Premiere Title Invitational tournament."
Quadros: "Yes, and this week, he's got to contend with both that lunatic Havoc and Crotchsniffer."
Franks: "Ray! You know his name is Cross."
Quadros: "I know, but I think Crotchsniffer has a better ring to it."
Enough
Written by: Okori
As Violation comes back from break the video screen at the top of the ramp flickers on and we see
Nighthawk, standing at the very same highway overpass where Bryce Michaels dropped his cherished World
Super Juniors Trophy. Clad in an American-flag warm-up jacket, royal-blue leather pants with a
stars-and-stripes pattern, and black work boots, the “Wrestling Machine” leans his forearms on the edge of the
overpass.
(I do not have much to say to you right now Bryce. What you did here last week is beyond the pale. But I
will remind you of this: If you want to try and kill my career…. I will be waiting, and watching, when you fail.
Now you are about to know why it is I won that trophy you so cavalierly destroyed. See you soon.)
Face Down in Some Cleavage
Written by: Neil
The rather busty Referee Sasha Brown is seen storming down the halls of the Energy Solutions Arena in her
typical white and black striped uniform, with some minor alterations to show off some cleavage. She has an
irritated expression over her face as she runs into Commissioner Butcher’s office. The Commissioner is leaning
back behind his desk with a paper in hand. Upon seeing Ms. Brown and her delightful breasts damn near
busting out of her shirt, a slight smile forms over his face.
The Butcher: Referee Brown, what can I do for you?
Referee Brown: Did you just see what happened to me?!
The Butcher: No, what happened?
Referee Brown: Just a few minutes ago during the Aiden Miles and Fire match I was sexually assaulted!
The Butcher: What? By who?
Referee Brown: That disgusting creep Aiden Miles!
The Butcher: What are you talking about? What did he do?
Referee Brown: He put his face in my…my…you know…my BREASTS!!
The Commissioner is a bit shocked by this claim from Referee Sasha Brown as he quits leaning back in his
chair.
The Butcher: He did what?
Referee Brown: He put his face in my breasts! After the match he was shooting Fire with a fire extinguisher
and I tried to stop him. And that’s when he did it! He went face first into my chest and damn near ripped my
shirt! What are you going to do about this?!
The Butcher: Um? Are you sure? I thought he was gay.
Referee Brown: I AM SURE! I demand he be fired!!
The Butcher: Let’s not rush to judgment, Ms. Brown. Give me some time to review the tape and I will let
you know. Can you continue refereeing matches tonight?
Referee Brown: Maybe after I wash his disgusting germs off of my body. I can still smell that disgusting
pig! I will continue to do what I can but he better be gone tonight!
With that being said, Referee Sasha Brown leaves the Commissioner’s office and leaves him to ponder this
incident.
Cross Recoba & Havoc vs. Liam Travers & Mystic J
Written by: Bob
"Clocks" by Coldplay plays over the PA system. After a few moments, Mystic J. steps out from behind the
curtain. He stops at the head of the rampway, staring into the sea of fans around the ring. He smiles his
infamous lopsided grin, raising a fist into the air, to multiple pyro blasts behind him. He walks down the ring,
slapping the hands of eager fans on the way down, until he hits the ring. He climbs up the stairs, up over the top
rope, and walks to the middle of the ring. There, he raises his fist in the air, once more to multiple pyro blasts,
this time from the ring corners.
Quadro: Look, it is Aerik… I mean Mystic J. I don’t get why these fans like him.. He is old, he is foreign.
And apparently he is getting older than he looks because he forgets his name most of the time.
Franks: Oh come on, he represents the word RING VETERAN!
Quadros: That is two words.
Franks: Either way, he has seen a lot of action in that ring over his life and that will give him an advantage
today. Even with his younger partner… who is making his way to the ring.
As 'Miseria Cantare' begins Liam steps out onto the entrance ramp
Liam first looks to the right of the entrance before glancing towards the left of the entrance at the crowd. Liam
begins walking to the ring rolling his shoulders and neck as well as his wrists in order to loosen up before his
match begins. Once at the ring Liam walks up the stairs and stands looking out towards the crowd
Liam steps through the ropes and waits for the referee to ring the bell starting his match
Quadros: Didn’t this guy lose last week?
Franks: Yeah, that happens. He is still trying to find his footing here and so far he has been quite
impressive. Just because he lost last week doesn’t mean he has a great future here.
Quadros: Yes, it does.
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 and slowly 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 partner.
Quadros: Real men talk to stuffed animals. And this freak is a real man!
Franks: He is something. A man? A human? I don’t know. But he has great backing this week in the form of
Cross Recoba, who is making his way out right now.
“Space Dementia” by Muse hit’s the P.A system as Cross Recoba steps out to a chorus of boos. He
ignores them while joining Havoc at the end of the ramp way. They don’t look at each other they both slide
underneath the ropes. The two teams begin trading blows as the bell rings.
Franks: And this one is underway. Both teams waste no time going at each other. A win in this match will
definitely look good on paper. Mystic J is trying to establish his dominance while Travers is just beginning to
make a name for himself in PWA. And they are taking it to their opponents right now.
Quadros: Yeah, getting an unfair advantage is more like it.
Franks: It is not like Havoc and Cross wouldn’t have done the same thing.
Mystic J Irish whips Havoc into the turnbuckle. Travers knocks Cross back with a standing dropkick.
Cross backs right into the arms of J who grabs him and Irish whips him right into Havoc. Travers and J look at
each other and then grab each others arms. Mystic J tosses Travers into the same corner and Liam lands a
corner splash onto Cross and Havoc. Cross falls forward, leaving Havoc leaning on the turnbuckle. Mystic J
charges and smashes his forearm into Havoc. He then proceeds to fall forward.
Franks: Mystic J and Travers showing great team work here. I don’t think anyone expected these guys to
mesh.
Quadros: The match just started, they performed one double team move and they had a head start. It is
too early to say that they are meshing well.
Mystic J sets his sights on Cross Recoba as Havoc and Travers make their way to their perspective
corners. Mystic J lifts Cross up, setting him up for the mystic cross, but Cross squirms out of it and heads for the
ropes. Cross performs a beautiful Turnaround Springboard Dropkick on the mystic one. He follows up with a
rude awakening neck breaker on the bigger man. Cross than adds insult to injury by jumping to Mystic’s corner
pushing Travers off the apron.
Franks: The Man worth a thousand bullets taking to both members of the opposing team. Although it is
strategic, it is also underhanded. It makes it hard to respect someone who is willing to handicap his opponent
like that.
Quardros: Oh come on… it was pay back for the cheating Travers and Mystic did just a few seconds ago.
Cross makes the quick tag to Havoc, as both men look over Mystic J. Havoc sets up J for a pile driver as
Cross heads to the second turnbuckle grabbing ahold of Mystic J’s legs. The minute that Havoc lands the move,
Cross pushes down, making the impact even worse.
Franks: An elevated spiked piledriver. I don’t care if I liked these guys are not, that was one hell of a
move.
Quadros: So it appears Travers and Mystic J aren’t the only ones “meshing.”
The ref makes Cross go back to his corner as Liam out of nowhere spring boards off the ropes, hitting a
cross body on Havoc. The ref notices this now and forces Liam to get back to his corner. But he is only there a
few seconds because Mystic J manages to get to his corner and tag his partner in. Liam slingshots off the ropes
and delivers a leaping swinging DDT to Havoc, sending him back down. Liam waits for him to get back up and
performs a Dragon screw leg whip on Havoc. The fans scream as Travers points to his corner signaling that he
will be making the tag to Mystic J while Havoc is trapped in there corner. Cross is yelling at the two of them as
Liam makes the tag to J. Mystic J comes out to a mixed reaction but still a response. Mystic J puts Havoc on his
shoulders as Liam gets to the top turnbuckle. And the two men execute a perfect Doomsday Device.
Liam goes to his corner as Mystic J Irish whips Havoc into the ropes. He bounces back and gets hit with a
big boot. Mystic J, once again, tags in Liam who hops to the top turnbuckle and lands a double foot stomp onto
the chest of Havoc. Cross is still shouting in his corner for Havoc to some way make the tag.
Franks: Liam and Mystic J are being smart here. They are making quick tags. Even a few seconds to
breath is good and they are keeping Havoc away from tagging in Cross Recoba.
Quadros: I still don’t think it is playing fair. I mean if they really wanted to win fairly, they’d make it an even
match by letting Havoc get to his corner.
Mystic J and Liam together irish whip Havoc into the turnbuckle… unfortunately it is the turnbuckle in his
own corner. The ref catches the blind tag but Liam doesn’t. Liam charges for another splash, but gets taken
down by a leaping clothesline from Cross. Mystic J charges, but Cross ducks and J spills over the ropes. Not
only that, but he gets caught in those ropes. Cross smiles at Mystic J caught up in the ropes. He knows for sure,
he is getting the win now.
Quadro: Brilliant move from Cross there. He has this one in the bag if Mystic J is unable to untangle
himself.
Franks: I’m not sure that was done on purpose, but it seems to be to his advantage.
Liam is back up but he gets welcomed by a rocker dropper from Recoba. Cross continues to lay in kicks
to the gut of Liam as Havoc mocks the hung up Mystic J. Recoba picks Liam back up and hits him with a Bulldog
DDT combination slamming his cranium into the mat. Cross waits for Liam to get back up and it looks like he is
planning on hitting one of his trademark moves. Liam gets up, Cross charges, Liam leaps over his head and
hit’s a spinning leg lariat into the face of Cross Recoba. With time to spare, Liam goes to help untangle Mystic J.
But Havoc charges from the apron with an attempted clothesline, but Liam ducks and knocks Havoc off the
apron and onto the floor.
Franks: Ouch… Did you see the way Havoc landed? RIGHT ON HIS KNEE!
Quadro: Wait… are you telling me that Liam Travers might have just injured Havoc. That deviant!
Franks: I’m not saying anything. It just didn’t look like Havoc hit the ground carefully, and now he is
holding onto his knee.
Suddenly, Mystic J lands right next to him as Liam Travers untangles him. But when Liam turns around, he is met
with THE SKIM, an Osaka Street Cutter. Cross goes for the pin. 1..2.. Mystic J breaks the cover. The minute
Cross is back up he gets met with Mystic J’s Twilight Moon. The ref makes Mystic J go back to his corner. At this
point, a limping Havoc makes it to his corner. Both Cross and Liam crawl to their perspective corners.
Franks: Whoever gets the tag here might make the difference for their whole team. But it doesn’t look like
Havoc is in good shape… he is holding onto his knee.
Quadro: Poor Havoc… but I’m sure he’ll be able to take care of a newb like Liam Travers.
Both Liam and Cross tag in their perspective partners. Mystic J back in with a ton of energy, while Havoc
slowly limps in, immediately getting hit by his spinning elbow. Cross makes a last ditch effort to charge but
Mystic J dodges and Cross gets welcomed by desperation cross body block by Travers. Havoc walks right into
Mystic J who lifts him up and immediately hit’s the 747, a brutal F5.
Franks: 747! That is it has to be over. You have to believe this is due to whatever happened to his knee.
Quadro: The fat lady hasn’t sung yet.
Franks: It looks like it has because Liam Travers is on the top turnbuckle
Mystic J momentarily steps out of the way, as Travers comes crashing down with his 450 splash known as
Canadian Twilight onto the body of Havoc. As Travers crawls off, Mystic J makes the pin. 1... 2...3!
Franks: And this one is over folks! Despite a really good showing, Havoc and Cross couldn’t get it done
mostly due to an accident of some kind that had to do with Havoc’s knee. But it was a nice try.
Quadro: Oh you know that you were rooting for them to lose and apparently you got your wish. I can’t
believe how biased you are.
Franks: I’m the one who is biased, I thought both teams put in a good performance. But yes, I am a bigger
fan of the victors this evening.
Subway in Your Future?
Written by: Bob
Backstage, Freddy Fandango is doing tai chi with his eyes closed. He is humming something to himself as
three figures walk up to him. JJ Biggs stands next to him with his Premiere title on his shoulder. To one side is
Wren Chesney, to the other is VCR. They both stare at him while he is in a state of peace.
JJ Biggs: Freddy, we need to talk!
Fandango: Freddy isn’t here…. He is in a state of zen. He is one with the universe.
JJ Biggs smacks him on the back of the head.
JJ Biggs: Snap out of it… We need to talk.
Fandango gets out of his trance and looks at the three of them completely dazed.
Fandango: Oh hey GUYS!
JJ Biggs: We need to go over the rest of the tournament with you.
Fandango: What is there to go over. I already beat Jack! I think I proved that I have what it takes to make it
to the finals.
JJ Biggs: Not yet… uh buddy.
Chesney steps up and holds him a clip board with some pictures on it.
Chesney: While we are happy that you advanced, you are far from the home stretch. There are some real
contenders that you are going to need to take out.
VCR: Like Thunder Kite
JJ Biggs: And Mystic J
Chesney: And most importantly Ryan Shane.
Fandango: Which one is it? Ryan or Shane.
JJ Biggs: Now is not the time to be joking around. Ryan Shane seems to be the odds on favorite to win.
VCR: Yeah, during his first promo, we hit a ratings spike. Apparently, he is the NEXT BIG thing.
Fandango: Ah… well, I’m not going to be running into him yet.
JJ Biggs: BUT… you’ll be running into other threats before you meet him or whoever. Do you even have a
strategy?
Fandango: Of course I do! I plan on winning
JJ Biggs: You haven’t earned the right to be as arrogant as I am… uh buddy. You are the “Coming
Attraction.” You are the person I chose to be my tag team partner and my uh understudy. I want you to prove
that. Just because you are on a winning streak doesn’t mean that you are going to win every match.
Fandango: But with each match I win my confidence goes up therefore, with my confidence peaked, I will
win any match I have.
Wren pulls Fandango aside.
Chesney: While I enjoy your outlook on this. You need to understand that this is a very important matter
and while we want you to reach your goal of being a major player in Hollywood, we need you to protect our
investment… JJ Biggs Premiere title reign. So you need to have a plan for next week’s tournament match. And a
plan for when you face the major players…
She pauses and then looks at JJ, who nods at her.
Chesney: If you win this tournament… I talked to the advertisement department at Subway and they are
looking at a PWA wrestler to be in their ads. That could be you. But you need to get you head in the right place.
Fandango: REALLY? I’ll be a spokesman?
VCR: Not exactl…
Fandango: Imagine me, talking Jarred?
He shakes Chesney’s hand and then hugs Biggs.
Fandango: Thank you so much… I will not let you.
Freddy prances off to his match with Captain Howdy as Wren, Biggs and VCR look on, sort of laughing. JJ
Biggs looks at her.
JJ Biggs: I told you that would get him fired up. But if he wins you…
Chesney: I’ll get the subway guys on the phone just in case.
Captain Howdy vs. Freddy Fandango
Written by: Nathan
"Captain Howdy" by Twisted Sister played as Captain Howdy made his way to the ring. He entered the
ring and he handed his cane and jacket to the ring official, who then took the items to the announce table. "I
Believe In A Thing Called Love" by The Darkness played as Fandango made his way out next. He was booed
the entire way to the ring, but he believed he should have been cheered. He got into the ring and posed as
confetti shot out of the turnbuckles.
The bell rung. The match began and the opponents began circling around on the outside of the ring. Then
it began as the two lunged forward at each other and they locked up in the center of the ring. It was a
momentary struggle for power, but Howdy eventually gained control and he put Fandango in a side headlock.
Fandango pushed Howdy off and he went into the ropes. He came back and he hit Fandango with a short-arm
Clothesline. Howdy kept control and he wasn't giving Fandango any time to recover. When it looked like
Fandango was going to hit some offense, Howdy would resort to raking Fandango's eyes or whatever it took.
Howdy eventually went for the kill with a huge High Chair Bomb (Electric Chair Suplex). Fandango was able to
kick out just before the three count.
Howdy eventually had Fandango up in the middle of the ring and he was looking to continue the offense,
but Fandango dropped to his knees and he nailed Howdy with a low blow. This signaled the turn of the tide as
Fandango quickly jumped to his feet and he dropped Howdy on his head with a Brainbuster. Both men were
down as the referee began his mandatory ten count. He reached the count of six before both men made their
way upright. At this moment, an exchange between the two began and Fandango got the upperhand with a stiff
knee to the midsection. He sent Howdy into the ropes and he missed on a Clothesline. But he reacted fast
enough to catch Howdy with a German Suplex before he could turn around. He hit a few more offensive moves
including an Elbow Drop from the top rope before he went for the pin. He was only able to get a two count.
He picked Howdy up and he sent him into the corner. He charged in with a Clothesline. He backed up and
went for it again, but this time Howdy moved out of the way. Howdy caught a stumbling Fandango with a
Neckbreaker. Fandango stumbled up quickly and Howdy kicked him in his knee, causing Fandango to drop
like a sack of rocks. Howdy picked him back up and he hit him with a Dragon Suplex. Howdy had this match in
control and he was about to go for the pin, but he noticed Biggs had made his way to ringside. Fandango rolled
out of the ring and he collapsed on the outside as Biggs climbed to the top. He started shouting at Howdy and
the referee was focusing on Biggs, as was Howdy.
On the outside, Fandango finally came around and he grabbed the cane on the announce table. He rolled
back in and he tapped Howdy on the shoulder with it. When Howdy turned around, he threw the cane to Howdy
and he dropped to the mat with a thud. He was rolling around holding onto his head and Biggs dropped to the
floor. The referee turned around and he saw Fandango rolling around in pain and Howdy holding the cane. The
referee signaled for the bell.
Ferdinand: The winner of this match via disqualification.."The Coming Attraction" Freddy Fandango!
Franks: What? Fandango wasn't even struck with that cane! He was the one that brought it into the ring in
the first place!
Quadros: Bravo, bravo! I wish acting in most movies now-a-days was as good as that.
Challenging Authority
Written by: Bailey
Space Dementia’s’ piano introduction starts up with dissonant chords and strikes, the crowd burst into a
chorus of jeers and cat-calls. The piano peaks to arpeggio riffs as the drums hit showing Cross appear at the
top of the ramp. He has his black wrestling tights and a vermillion leather jacket on. The jeers rise but still
individual taunts can still be heard. "Shane for Premiere Champion" , "Do the Fandango!" and "I Love The
Angel!” Who knows what the freaky chick with the last sign is into but she’s definitely a ring-rat!
Franks: We already saw Cross and Mugs square up, whatever he has to say isn’t going to please our
dedicated head of security!
Quadros: Was that your wife with the last sign, Carl?
Franks: …
Quadros: She’s slept her way through the roster, now she’s onto their split personalities!
Cross is joined by his friend Alex who carries a briefcase in one hand and a football in another. They make
their way down the aisle as the crowd start booing. Cross reaches into his jacket pocket and produces a
microphone.
Cross: Kill the music!
The music stops. Cross steps onto the apron and sits on the middle rope letting Alex into the ring. Cross
steps in himself and starts to address the crowd.
Cross: Last week you all saw me debut the most effective and deadly submission in the entire federation,
probably the entire industry!
The crowd grow more vocally annoyed.
Quadros: What a move it is too!
Franks: A headlock could take down someone who isn’t trained! It proved nothing.
Cross: Now, if you follow the PWA website you might have heard about Mugs’ disappointment at my
actions when I put the hold on that kid. He told me that I’d have to get legal clearance with a disclaimer next
time unless I am provoked . So as I’m generally amused by the things people with ‘morals’ do to make money,
lets have some fun.
Alex passes the football to Cross.
Cross: Who fancies throwing a bit pigskin for cash? Say seven and a half grand?
The crowd pop at this and hands go up and ‘Me, Me’s ‘ are called. Cross rolls out the ring and sees a child
at ringside. He must be about seven. He goes to reach a college kid but decides against it. He stops in front of
the child.
Cross: Say kid, what’s your name?
Kid: Harry.
Cross: You wanna make some money for your family?
The kid nods, his father’s hand protectively on him.
Cross: Sir, would you like to join him to watch up-close how your kid can make the family’s annual income
double?
The parent nods and Cross signals to security to help them over the barricade.
Cross: So, Utah, who wants to see it?
A massive cheer erupts at the prospect of a child winning cash. He rolls into the ring and Harry and his
father step onto the apron. With everyone now in the ring Cross begins.
Cross: Sir, if I can just get you to sign this document, its just a disclaimer about appearing on the show.
Alex opens the briefcase and sitting on top of the cash is the document, the parent signs it without
reading. Cross drops to Harry’s level.
Cross: Kid, what I want you to do is simple. All you gotta do is catch this football when I throw it. I warn you, I
was a wide receiver, not a quarterback, so I haven’t got that strong an arm but it’ll reach, think you can do that?
Harry nods
Cross: Well we’ll have a couple of practice runs, go stand in the far corner.
The kid does as he is told. Cross launches the softest pass made seen since Mrs. Franks last visited the
PWA locker-room. Harry catches it with no trouble.
Cross: One more and we do it for real, okay.
Harry again nods, his father can be heard encouraging him, his own face filling with glee at the thought of
the extra cash. Cross launches another pass that even a paraplegic could catch. The ball is returned.
Cross: Right, Harry, here it is , the big one, ready?
The kid seems prepared. Cross hands the microphone to Alex and winds up, he beans the kid as hard as
he can in the face. Harry bursts into tears as the crowd break into hatred and jeers.
Cross: Aww, bad luck kid, so close too. Sorry folks, no-one in Utah is going home with the cash…no
Mormon’s getting rich tonight.
Harry’s father starts to head towards Cross.
Cross: Mugs, sorry but this one’s legal…
Cross drops the mic and lets the parent land a punch on him before kicking him in the ribs and putting him
in Garibaldi’s Guillotine. The parent is in agony and Harry is made to suffer further by watching his father in
pain. A referee rushes down to ringside along with Mugs. The referee instantly signals to Cross that he break
the hold because the parent is done. Cross drops the man to the floor. Mugs now has the microphone.
Mugs: I told you, if you did that again that they’d be trouble…
Cross grabs the microphone.
Cross: Alex, open the briefcase…
Briefcase opens
Cross:.. Mugs even you can read that, it’s a disclaimer. It’s signed by the parent, and he landed the first
punch, that provocation enough?
He pats Mugs on the back before looking at the still body of Harry’s dad.
Cross: Looks like you’ve got some work to do…
Cross and Alex leave the ring as Cross’ music starts up again, they are met with threats as they leave
along with half-finished hot-dogs and sodas.
Franks: I can’t believe the levels that kid will stoop to in order to get his way!
Quadros: Tell me about it, Harry had what was coming to him.
Franks: I was on about Cr-…you know what, forget it..
Premiere Championship Invitational
Husani Dakarai vs. Nighthawk
Written by: Andrew
Franks: This should be an interesting match, Ray. It pits the speed and technique of former Light
Heavyweight champion, Nighthawk, versus the size and power of Husani Dakarai.
Quadros: Personally, I think the truly interesting thing about this is to see how many different ways that HD
will be be able to squash Hawk into the mat!
Franks: Hey, don't completely write off Hawk. He's angry about the loss of his WJSC trophy, and I'm
certain that anger will motivate him to perform at peak ability!
Quadros: Yeah, well...HD is always angry, and beating a simpering jobber like Hawk is enough motivation
for anyone to perform well!
("Break it Down Again" kicked in over the PA system, and the crowd broke out into cheers as Nighthawk
emerged and made his way to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans before vaulting over the top rope and
into the ring; the cheers turned to boos as "Where Ever I may Roam" began to play, and Husani Dakarai
appeared, before slowly making his way to the ring with a slight smirk flickering across his face. The official
conducted a quick searnc for hidden items, issued a couple of quick instructions, and then signaled for the
match to begin.
( Andy Sheppard signaled for the opening bell, and HD broke out into a nasty grin as he slowly began to
stalk his rival. Without warning, the big man then shot forward, looking to end the match with a running lariat;
Hawk, though, was able to duck this attack, and then quickly took his opponent down with a rolling wrist snap.
HD got upmabd charged once again, only the be taken down again by a quick armdrag; Hawk quickly suck in
an armbar, and then transitioned into a fujiwara version, looking to submit his opponent.
In response, Darkarai worked his way back to his feet, and drove a hard right hand into his opponent's jaw
to gain seperation before whipping him hard into the ropes. The Madman then stormed forward into a charging
shoulderblock that dropped his rival hard onto his back; the big man then charged off the ropes, and then
leaped high into the air, looking to drop a high-elevation elbowdrop onto his prone opponent's head. However,
the Wrestling Machine quickly rolled out of the way, and HD's elbow hit nothing but canvas. Hawk quickly
waited for his opponent to rise off the mat, , and then twisted his opponent's arm into a wristlock before
springboarding off the second rope into tornado armdrag to further damage his opponent's limb. The Chicago
Native then applied the Arms Across America, but HD was too close to the ropes, and managed to grab onto
the bottom strand to break the hold.
Hawk kept the pressure on, nailing his opponent in the face with a Dropsault as he got back to his feet, and
then nailing his opponent with the Golden Tornado (springboard corkscrew senton) for a long two count. Hawk
then pulled his opponent back to his feet by the targeted limb, and then applied a hammerlock before spinning
his opponent around and dropping down into a chicken wing jawkbreaker. HD staggered backward, clutching
his limb, and Hawk vaulted off the ropes, looking to take his opponent down with a top rope diving moonsault.
However, Husani was somehow able to catch his opponent in mid-air, and then drove his smaller opponent
down hard with a thunderous runnning power slam.
The Madman from the Motherland broke out into a cruel grin as he rose off the canvas, shook some feeling
back into his arm, and then hauled Nighthawk off the mat by his hair. HUGE headbutt followed, and Hawk fell
back as if shot. Husani followed with a standing legdrop that connected flush across his opponent's chest, and
then covered, getting a two count. Undaunted, HD hauled Hawk to his feet once again, and then drove him
back down with a snap spinning belly to belly suplex. Another cover...another two count. Looking a bit
surprised that he didn't get the three count, HD hauled Hawk up yet again, scooped him up, and the delivered a
series of three hard rib breakers before senind the Chicago native flying with his trademark fallway slam. HD's
cruel grin returned as he waited for Hawk to rise, before charging foward and nailing his opponent with his Ring
the Bells Lariat. Another cover.....Kick Out at 2.99999!!!
HD looked like he had just about enough of Hawk, and hauled him up before whipping him hard into the
ropes, looking to set up the RAV. Somehow, Nighthawk was able to perform a baseball slide to avoid this, and,
as his opponent spun to meet him with a discus clothesline, proceeded to duck under, grab the extended arm
from behind, and then leap up and scissor it between his legs before taking HD to the mat with a flying
cross-armbreaker takedown. Before the big man could react, Nighthawk converted this submission into his
dreaded Hangman's Clutch, and wrenched on it as HD cried out in agony and reached out desperately for the
ropes that were too far away. Nighthawk cranked on the submission for all he was worth, and HD realized he
had no choice...TAP!TAP!TAP! Nighthawk realeased the hold, and ascended the second turnbuckle of the
nearest corner as the crowd cheered, while Andy Sheppard checked on the condition of his opponent as he
rolled on the canvas, clutching his injured limb.)
Franks: Big victory for Nighthawk, who uses his technical skill to force the submission from his much larger
opponent.
Quadros: Yeah...and he also used a hell of a lot of luck, too! I can't believe this guy..I really can't!
Franks: Whatever the case, Nighthawk advances in the Premiere Invitation, while his opponent once again
goes back to the drawing board.
Still Elite
Written by: Joe
Miranda Buck: I'm here with Shaun Andrews.
Shaun Andrews: Miranda, I know it was you that keyed little dick on the side of my car with your keys. I
don't appreciate it. We ended on good terms, so I thought. All you do is talk behind my back, and put lies on my
car. You know it's only small when it's soft. What good is it soft anyway, seriously.
Miranda Buck: Shaun, you're embarrassing yourself.
Shaun Andrews: You're a bitch!
Miranda Buck: Excuse you?
Shaun Andrews: Listen Miranda, I'm doing you a favor. I could of had Johnny Red do this interview. So
please, what do you need?
Miranda Buck: In your promo, you admitted that this is your last chance at glory. You would be pushed to
midcard status if you lose to London McCormack. Are you doubting yourself?
Shaun Andrews: Yes! I have many doubts, I have many fears. My doubts and fears will help me overcome
anything. I know that I'm not unbeatable. I know I have a bulls eye on my back. I know all that. The last two
weeks I've wrestled I've been pinned. I understand that. I could make excuses, the tag match was brutal, and
the attack afterwards was even worst. I haven't been one hundred percent. Let me think..What would Valentine
Lionheart say..I don't know, some lame excuse. But you get the point. Tonight I will prove I'm still in the elite. I
still have a hunger that is topped by nobody. Tonight I will come at this match as the only person to defeat
London McCormack.
Premiere Championship Invitational
Thunder Kite vs. Red Dragon
Written by: Jay
Franks: This next match promises to be big. Newcomer Thunder Kite, who's as mysterious as they come,
meets Red Dragon in the Premiere Title Invitational Tournament.
Quadros: I don't quite understand the name, but if this kid's ability is as good as his name, big things are in
store for him.
Ferdinand: The following contest is a Premiere Title Invitational tournament match, scheduled for one fall!
The lights in the arena go out. White lights begin to flash in tune with "Thunderstruck" by AC/DC as the
guitar solo plays out with the fans chanting "thunder!". 30 seconds later, the guitar solo stops and a voice sings
"You've been... thunderstruck" and lightning strikes the top of the entrance ramp. Thunder Kite is launched up
from under the top of the ramp as the chorus of "Thunderstruck" plays. Thunder Kite then runs down the ramp,
slapping hands with the crowd as he zips past them. He then zips around the outside of the ring still slappings
hands with the crowd. He climbs up onto the ring apron and leaps up onto the top turnbuckle. He stands up
straight as a single spotlight shines upon him. He raises a fist in the air, which makes the fans cheer for him.
Thunder Kite then jumps off of the top turnbuckle and pounds his fist in the middle of the ring causing lightning
bolts to strike all four ring posts and cause sparks to shoot out from them. He stands back up and the lights
return to normal.
Ferdinand: Introducing first, from the dark gray skies above, weighing 86 kiloamperes, he is THUNDER
KITE!
Franks: Quite an entrance, wouldn't you say, Ray?
Quadros: I dig the song, but I still don't get the name.
Ferdinand: And his opponent.
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 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 the match to begin.
Ferdinand: From the fiery pits of Hell, weighing 228 pounds, The Minister of Evil, RED DRAGON!
Franks: Dragon looking to make it further into the tournament at the expense of the unknown Kite.
Quadros: Will he, though? Something about a Thunder Kite meeting a Red Dragon sounds like it belongs in
a video game.
The bell rings and this match is underway. Dragon and Kite lock up collar-and-elbow. Dragon with a
beautiful hiptoss brings down Kite. Again, a tie-up. Again, a hiptoss by Dragon. Kite backs up a little and stares
at Dragon, trying to size him up. They go for another tie-up, but Kite ducks under Dragon's arms and hits him
with a series of kicks to the ribs. Dragon goes down to one knee, as Kite bounces off the ropes and drops
Dragon with a snap dropkick to the temple. Quick cover, but only nets one and a half.
Franks: Nice quick cover by the newcomer.
Quadros: It's not going to end this quickly, Carl. Not against Red Dragon. Maybe Jose' Jose'.
Kite now with the advantage, locks in a side headlock. Dragon tries to power his way out, but to no avail.
Kite lets go and drops a knee across the throat of Dragon, before locking in the headlock again. This time,
Dragon doesn't try to power out. The referee checks to see if it's a choke, which it isn't. Referee checks on
Dragon, who refuses to give up. Dragon gets to one knee, and then up to his feet. Dragon lifts up Kite in a back
suplex, but Kite wrenches on Dragon's neck, and Dragon falls back to one knee. Kite lets go and drops Dragon
with a nice russian legsweep. Kite bounces off the ropes, hitting a leg drop. Cover by Kite, but only two.
Franks: The frustration beginning to mount for Thunder Kite here in the early going.
Quadros: I don't think he's met someone with the endurance of a Red Dragon before.
Kite studies his fallen foe, trying to see what he should do next to take him out. Kite walks to the corner,
climbing it. He waits for Dragon to get to his feet, then sends him crashing to the mat with a missile dropkick.
Another cover, this time a very close three. Kite adjusts his mask as he picks up Dragon, who small packages
Kite for a two. Kite gets to his feet quickly, kicking Dragon in the stomach. He drapes one arm over his neck,
hooks the leg, BAM! Fisherman suplex. Cover gets a very slow two. Kite glares at the referee, who admonishes
Kite and tells him it was only two. Kite looks down at Dragon, who is writhing on the mat. Dragon gets to his feet,
barely, and Kite Irish Whips to the far side. Kite signals that he's going to finish Dragon off, as he runs straight
into the corner Dragon is being held up by, and drops him with a huge running dropkick he calls the Lightning
Strike! Cover by Kite: ONE! TWO! THREE! It's over. Very decent showing by Thunder Kite.
Ferdinand: Here is your winner, THUNDER KITE!
Franks: Quick and impressive match by the newcomer, Thunder Kite.
Quadros: He did a number on Red Dragon, who was not going to go down without a fight, but eventually,
he did. He now joins Freddy Fandango, Ryan Shane, Mystic J. and Chris Michaels in the next round of action.
Franks: How do you think he'd fair against some of those guys, Ray?
Quadros: Judging from tonight, he would get eaten alive by all those guys. No offense. These guys didn't
make it to the next round by kicking someone in the chest.
Franks: A fair and honest point, as always. I suppose.
Initiating Pains
Written by: Jay, Okori, & Craig
The scene switches to the backstage area, specifically to the catering table in the back. There, we see
Nighthawk, Reckless Jack and Mystic J., all standing before the enormous buffet of food on the table. Nighthawk
and Jack pick around at the food, but Mystic wastes no time going for the burgers, ribs and various other
meats. Mystic grabs a burger and crams half of it into his mouth, which gets a laugh from the Utah crowd and
two looks of disgust from Jack and Hawk. Mystic shrugs, finishes chewing, and smiles.
Mystic: "What? C'mon, guys, this food is fantastic. Quit playing with the caviar and the brussels sprouts
and pick up some man food."
Hawk and Jack look at each other, then to Mystic.
Jack: "I think you have enough for all three of us."
Mystic looks down at his plate, which is covered in various foods. He places the plate on the table, wiping
his hands on his jeans.
Mystic: "So, guys, I was just thinking the other day. You know, I haven't gotten my official 'initiation' into
Los Hell Brothers."
Hawk and Jack looks at each other, thinking that statement over. Afterwards, Jack laughs maniacally and
Hawk simply develops an evil grin on his face. Mystic's face registers a blank look of confusion.
Mystic: "What'd I say?"
Nighthawk: "Nothing. Nothing at all. Come with us, Mystic. We've something to show you."
Mystic looks at his plate of food, as Jack and Hawk begin to walk away. Mystic grabs a burger and jogs
after them. He bites about half the burger, looking around, nervously. For some reason, the three of them have
passed by the locker rooms and have come to an unknown area. Mystic drops what's left of the burger as he
continues to look around.
Mystic: "Where the hell are we going?"
Nighthawk: "Follow us and be quiet."
Finally, the three come to an empty area. This area appears to be that of a gymnasium floor, tiled, bathed
in a pale gray light that flickers. Hawk and Jack stand shoulder-to-shoulder with one another, before the
seven-foot colossus. Mystic, still nervous, looks around.
Mystic: "So... this initiation..."
Nighthawk: "Oh, it won't hurt a bit. I promise."
Nighthawk points over to a training dummy that is on the floor.
Nighthawk: "Your initiation? You need to master a submission."
Mystic blinks in response.
Jack: "In order to be an official member of Los Hell Brothers, you must complete this task."
Mystic looks down at the dummy and towards Hawk and Jack, as if he's waiting for them to tell him it's a
joke. When no one says anything, Mystic begins to contemplate what submission to do.
Nighthawk: "Oh, and you can't do the Sharpshooter or anything that's mainstream. Think outside the box."
Mystic looks at Nighthawk, basically being ratted out. He was going to to do the sharpshooter, too.
Instead, Mystic puts his boot over the throat of the dummy, rolling onto his back. He entangles his right leg
around the neck of the dummy, basically trying to decapitate it. He squeezes on his leg, until the dummy's head
rips right off! Hawk and Jack look at each other, smiling.
Nighthawk: "Initiation complete. Congratulations."
Mystic stands up, somewhat satisfied, smiling.
Mystic: "I think a better initiation would have been me eating a thousand burgers or something."
Scene cuts back to the gorilla position.
Franks: "I don't get that initiation at all, Ray."
Quadros: "A waste of time. He should have eaten the burgers instead."
Franks: "No, I don't understand why he had to be initiated. He's the biggest man in PWA, ANYONE wants
to have him watching his back."
Quadros: "Not me, Carl."
Franks: "Yeah, I'm sure you'd be the only one."
Friction & Sacrifice
Written by: Andrew, Paul & Jason
(Jason Sandman is shown entering the locker room designated for use by Gundan RTO members; the
number one contender plops his bag on the bench, but goes wide eyed as he hears the sound of a familiar voice
behind him.)
Terminus: Hello, Jason...if that is you.
(Jason turns around, and sees Terminus sitting quietly on the floor of the locker room, with his back against
the wall. The New Age Punisher levels as even gaze as he adjusts the PWA World Championship belt that's
draped over his shoulder.)
Jason: I just left MK, what do you think? Good to see you brother. All though I wonder if you really want to
see me?
(Terminus shrugs, gives Jason the slightest of smiles)
Terminus: Oh, I have no problem with you, Jason. Always good to see you. Of course...
(The masked man shakes his head slightly, and his eyes grow just a little bit colder.)
Terminus:...I wish I could say the same thing about the Angel.
Jason: Evan, I have told you that I have control over him, and you know why last week happened. Man as
much as I love the fact that you and me could tear Mob Rules down, you know that can't happen. I can't do that
to her.
(Terminus just shakes his head.)
Terminus: Well, it certainly didn't seem as though you had control over him last week, Jason. In fact, I
question whether you have any control over him at all. What's to stop him from showing up this evening? What's
to stop him from attempting to claim his so-called sacrifice?
(The masked man slowly gets to his feet, and takes a step toward his stablemate.)
Terminus: And, Jason...what's to stop him from targeting MK, in the unlikely event that he does manage to
make good on his threats?
(Jason takes a step towards Terminus so that they can be face to face.)
Jason: Listen to me, and listen good mother fucker. We both know that violence has been the name of my
game ever since we were first introduced in TNW. Whether it be the fact that I was ready to take a head or
whether I was out there protecting someone’s neck, I have always done what I have done, with no apologies,
but now that it is coming a little close to your home you are starting to worry I can't control myself. I nearly
crippled Kaito and Shaun Andrews two weeks ago. The fact that they were so close together saved their spines.
I knew our brother was going to be safe. I can keep you safe too, or I can break you in half. It's all up to you
Evan, but I am not going to have you say that I would ever hurt Kate. Hell there was a time when I remember
you accidently hitting Natalie. Who's to say it wasn't on purpose?
(Jason gets ready knowing that Terminus will be pissed by the comment. Terminus glares hard at Jason,
and, indeed, does look about as pissed off as anyone has ever seen. His fists clench for a moment, before he
takes a deep breath, and unclenches them, keeping his eyes focused upon Jason all the while.)
Terminus: Great...just great. You want to question the love that I have for Natalie? Fine...I'm getting the
impression that anything I say won't be believed.
But, know this, Sandman...That sword is double-edged, and it sure as hell cuts both ways.
Jason: Never once I have I questioned your love for the girl. I have no doubt that you love Natalie to death.
You just always have this way of taking things said to you as a personal attack and not observation. Champ
there has never been a time when I doubted the fact that you are the best that this company has to offer, and for
the longest time I never thought that there was a question in your heart that was a man who make things
interesting for you. Evan, without a doubt you are my closest friend in this place and a brother. I know brothers
have sibling rivalry but god damn brother; you are treating me like I was the fucks that you have had to face
since you won the belt. Do you see me as a brother or as just another enemy?
(Terminus simply shakes his head in disbelief.)
Terminus: I'm treating YOU like an enemy!? Last week, you were only too willing to relinquish your hold on
your identity to someone...something...that wanted nothing more than to tear my head off of my shoulders. You
were only to willing to give yourself up to this entity...
And for what? To protect MK?
*shakes head* Or is it simply due to the fact that you're not completely certain that you, yourself, can beat
me, and you're looking for that little something extra to get the job done!?
(Sandman's mouth begins to open, but Terminus continues to speak before Sandman can say anything.)
Terminus: Oh, I am NOT finished saying my peace. You want me to consider you a brother? You want me
to treat you with respect? Then, maybe you should do something to earn that respect! Maybe you should stand
up for yourself!
Because, right now, I see a man who isn't trusting his own ability. I see a man who is willing to sacrifice his
entire identity to a being who doesn't care about him...or MK...or Brandy for that matter.
Jason, The Angel only cares about one thing, and one thing only...and that is its own existence!
So, while you are most certainly my brother, and my friend, The Angel most certainly is NOT!
(As their arguing continues, the third original member of Gundan RTO makes his entrance, armed with his
sword. The Seiryuu overhears the argument between and Terminus and Jason Sandman, and decides to get
their attention by dropping his sword on the ground. As they turn to face him, the Seiryuu stands there with his
arms folded and staring a hole right through Jason Sandman.)
(Jason looks over and sees Kaito staring daggers at him.)
Jason: Is something wrong? You look like you want to scalp a brother and got the tool to do it.
(The Seiryuu responds to Sandman's comments... in his native tongue, for some unknown reason.)
Jiraiya Kaito: "Douka shimashita ka?" Joudan deshou? "Douka shimashita ka!?!?!?"
(Jason smiles.)
Jason: English, I know you speak it.
Jiraiya Kaito, angry: Omae wa dare da!? Jeison Sandoman desu? Ekibyougami desu?
(Jason looks over to Terminus.)
Jason: Translate please. He is hurting my head.
(Terminus smirks slightly and shrugs)
Terminus: I think from the look in our brother's eyes, he's wondering the same thing I am, and that he's just
as concerned about another appearance by the Angel as I am, too
(Jason takes a deep breath.)
Jason: Listen to me one more time. I have control over The Angel. I have already said why last week
happened. Now let's move on.
Terminus, shaking his head: What you HAVEN'T stated, Jason is whether the Angel will be making an
appearance tonight. In case you haven't forgotten, we have a tag team match.
(Terminus folds his arms across his chest.)
Terminus: And, I, for one, think that Jason Sandman would be a much more desirable partner than The
Angel....
(The Seiryuu nods in agreement.)
Jiraiya Kaito: Hontou ni.
Terminus: Jason, I will NOT have this tear RTO apart. When we stand united, there is no other group that
can defeat us. Shane and Chris Michaels can find that out tonight...
(Terminus continues to eye Jason as he completes his statement.)
Terminus: If you can trust yourself, and you own abilities to make certain that happens.
(Jason looks into the eyes of his brothers in war.)
Jason: You both believe I doubt my own abilities. I can't do it without what you consider my extra strength.
Tonight when Me and Terminus walk out to the ring, I will show you what it means to be Jason Sandman. You,
Terminus and Nighthawk got famous for clinic matches, well tonight the clinic is on. Stretching, suplexs, and
honor. That is the name of the game. I just hope that you can keep up. Hate to show you up.
(Jason Sandman starts heading out the door.)
Jason: But before I go, I will this clear, next week the clinic continues. I will take on Nighthawk in his match,
and once it will all said and done, I will make sure the matches the two of you had, were only second best. See
you in the ring.
(But before he can make his exit, the Seiryuu is quick to pick up his sword and block the exit.
(Jason looks back at Kaito.)
Jason: You plan on using that? If not get out of my face before I break it.
(The Seiryuu hesitates to make a move at first, but then reluctantly withdraws his sword from the doorway
and allows Jason Sandman to pass. He then turns to Terminu and finally speaks in English.)
Jiraiya Kaito: No worry. He is Jeison Sandoman now. I only hope he remain Jeison Sandoman for you match.
But if he change to Ekibyougami...
(The Seiryuu shows his sword to the New Age Punisher.)
Jiraiya Kaito: It is last time he ever change.
(The Seiryuu makes his exit, with Terminus following suit as the scene ends.)
Bryce Michaels vs. Jostrodomus
Written by: Jonn
Franks: Our next match is as big as it gets! Two franchise caliber wrestlers who both hate losing more than
dieing!
Quadros: The board of directors aren't too pleased with the recent actions of the Numba #1
Blunder, so they're putting the greatest wrestler on earth in front of him!
Franks: There's no doubt that
Michaels is one of the best, but in order to be considered the greatest.. you've got to hold the only title that
really matters in professional sports. The PWA World Championship.
Quadros: Only a matter of time till
that belt is wrapped around Michaels waist!
Franks: I have a feeling that tonight's match is going to be a
winner's take all. The winner of this match gets his name put right into the title spotlight.
Quadros: You
mean, it'll be Michaels name put into the spotlight.
Franks: Only one way to find out! Let's send it down
to Freddy!
Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen. The following contest is scheduled for one fall.
Introducing first. Weighing in at 265 lbs and hailing from Los Angeles, California. He is the former PWA World
Champion... Jostrodomus!!!
(“Enemy" by Sevendust blasts over the PA system as the fans start to
cheer. Smoke fills the entrance way and Jostrodomus emerges from the smoke arms in the air, fist clinched,
ready to fight. He walks down to the ring with that shit eating grin on his face that we've all become accustomed
to and arrogantly gets into the ring as the fans continue cheering. He throws his arms in the air for one last
firework show and pop from the fans before leaning against the ropes before the match starts.)
Ferdinand: And his opponent. Weighing in at a chiseled 235 lbs and coming to you from the heart of
Nashville, Tennessee. He is “The Natural”..... Bryce Michaels!!!
(“Man In A Box” by Alice N Chains
drowns out the screaming fans while Michaels steps out onto the grand stage. He soaks in the atmosphere with
a long inhale and then slowly precedes down towards the ring. Fans reach out to try and get a high five, but
Michaels ignores them and studies his opponent rather. He rolls into the ring, finds the nearest corner and
elevates himself to the middle turnbuckle. He slaps himself across the chest a few times before raising a
pumping fist into the air and then holds one finger up to signify what he is to the wrestling business. Hopping off
the turnbuckle, he spins around and waits for the beginning of the match.)
Franks: Looks like we're
ready to get this one underway folks!
DING DING DING!
(The match starts as the two veterans
circle around one another looking for the right opportunity to strike. Jostrodomus is the first on the offensive as
he tries to catch Michaels off guard with a bullrush. Michaels smoothly steps to the side and shoves Jostrodomus
and his carried momentum into the ropes. Bouncing off, Jostrodomus has a knee taken out from underneath him
with a swift kick. Down to one knee. Shining Wizard! Jostrodomus falls to the mat like a sack of potatoes with
Bryce already ready for his next move. Michaels bounces off the nearest ropes... Rolling Thunder! The Natural
hooks a leg and goes for the win! 1....... 2........ strong kickout by Jostrodomus! Michaels holds three fingers up
for the referee, but he shows only two of his own. Rather than waste anymore time, Michaels helps Jostrodumus
up to his feet where he delivers a couple of vicious and head whiplashing European Uppercuts! Michaels backs
himself up to the nearest ropes and then springs off them with a Clothesline attempt. Jostrodomus ducks it and
grabs Michaels head on the way by... Neckbreaker! Jostrodomus rolls over and goes for the pin! 1........
2.........THR--..... NO!!)
Franks: I think Jostrodomus caught Michaels off guard there and almost came
away with the victory!
Quadros: It's going to take more than that to take out the greatest wrestler in the
world today Carl.
Franks: Michaels hasn't proven that yet Ray. He's going to have to get through
Terminus if he has any chance of calling himself the greatest.
Quadros: I'll tell you right now, it's not a
question of if. It's when!
(Jostrodomus rolls off of Michaels and takes a moment to gather his thoughts
and shake out the cobwebs. Jostrodomus sits Michaels up and tries to wear him down with a Headlock as he
wrenches it. The referee drops down to check if Michaels has had enough, but there isn;t a chance in the world
of that happening. Michaels manages to get a little leverage and brings himself and Jostrodomus to a standing
position. Elbow to the gut! Another one! Jostrodomus lets go of the hold and Michaels Irish Whips him into the
ropes. Jostrodomus bounces off and catches Michaels with a surprisingly fast Spinebuster! The whole ring
shakes as Jostrodomus goes for the pin! 1....... 2......... THRE-- Shoulder up! Jostrodomus slaps the mat and
delivers a closed fisted punch to the temple of Michaels. He puts his mouth next to Michaels ear and gives him
an earful of trash talk before helping him up. Jostrodomus' turn to send Michaels into the ropes via an Irish Whip.
Bounces off and Jostrodomus telegraphs a Clothesline! Michaels stops just short, wraps his arm around
Jostrodomus and uses Jostrodomus' momentum to send him crashing down to the mat with an Inverted Russian
Legsweep! Michaels rolls himself over and hooks a leg of Jostrodomus! 1.................
2......................Kicko........ THREE!! Bryce Michaels wins the match!)
Quadros: See I told you that
Michaels had this one in the bag!
Franks: Not so fast Quadros! The referee is holding up two
fingers!
Quadros: WHAT?!?! Michaels had the match won!!
Franks: Apparently the referee
thinks otherwise.
Quadros: Just goes to show that the referees these days are nothing short of mentally
handicapped!
(Michaels thinks he has this match won and absolutely goes apeshit when the referee
holds two fingers up to his face! He gets into the referees face and demands that he change it to a three count.
Referee doesn't budge! Michaels pushes the referee. Referee pushes Michaels back and right into a School Boy
by Jostrodomus! Referee drops down insanely fast and begins the three count! 1..2..Michaels throws
Jostrodomus off of him despite his opponents weight. Michaels up to his feet first and gives an Inverted Rock
Bottom that he calls, The Genesis! Rather than going for the pin, Michaels goes right back to the referee and
begins arguing. The referee threatens to throw him out if he doesn't cooperate. The Natural's tone quickly
changes as he rolls Jostrodomus over and goes for the three count. 1........ 2.......... THRE-- NO!! Kickout by
Jostrodomus! Michaels slaps a hand to the mat in growing frustration and takes it out on Jostrodomus with a
series of closed fisted punches that immediately get the referee involved! Mandatory five count for a
disqualification. 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 4.99 and Michaels backs off. Couple of boot stomps to the head of his opponent
and Michaels heads off towards the furthest corner. He climbs to the top and then gives the fans a quick earful.
Michaels attempts a move he calls The Crimson Sky as he completes two complete revolutions into a Body
Splash...... NOBODY HOME! Michaels lands stomach first onto the canvas!)
Franks: Michaels took a
little too long that time! Jostrodomus had enough left in the gas tank to move out of the way just in time!
Quadros: Just goes to show that Jostrodomus isn't man enough to take a blow like that and keep on
ticking.
Franks: So what about you? Would you lie there and let someone do that to you?
Quadros: Of course and so would Michaels. We're men of the same type of breed!
Franks: Ok. Go
out there and let Michaels hit that on you after the match!
Quadros: Ummm... I don't think I can...
cause... ermm I got uhhhhh... umm dentist appointment after the show!
(Jostrodomus is on all fours as
he takes a minute to catch his breath. His body doesn't hold up quite as well as it used to. Michaels up to one
knee as he surveys the situation with an arm tucked around his gut. Michaels makes his way past the pain and
rushes towards Jostrodomus who is still seemingly unaware that Michaels has recovered. Jostrodomus leaps to
his feet and blocks a hard right! Jostrodomus delivers a hard right of his own! Michaels is rocked back, but
throws another hard right. Blocked! Jostrodomus with yet another hard right! Another one! Another one! Yet
again! Michaels is on the rebound, but manages to duck a punch! He delivers a hard left! Jostrodomus with a
hard left! Michaels! Jostrodomus! M! J! M! J! J! J! Jostrodomus feels he is winning the battle and capitalizes on it
with a #1 STUNNER!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jostrodomus hooks a leg! 1............... 2.......................THREE!!! Jostrodomus is
the victor!)
Quadros: NOOO!!! It can't end this way!
Franks: And it doesn't! Look, Michaels had
a foot on the rope and the referee spotted it just in time! This match is continuing on!
Quadros: Now
that's a great referee if I ever saw one.
Franks: What?! You just said he was mentally
handicapped!
Quadros: I'm entitled to change my opinion when it works in my favor!
(Jostrodomus pleads with the referee, but unfortunately for him.. to no avail. Jostrodomus pulls up Bryce
Michaels and sets him up for another #1 Stunner! Elbows to the back of the head by Michaels to save himself
from another finishing move! Bryce grabs Joz by the head! C-4!!! ….NO! Jostrodomus pushes him off towards
the ropes! Michaels returns and ducks Joz’s clothesline!…School boy! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT by Jostrodomus!
Both men are up and swinging for the fences. Bryce Michaels wins that small slugfest and rocks Joz back into a
corner with a European uppercut. Michaels climbs to the second turnbuckle and starts pounding away on
Jostrodomus’ head! 1! 2! 3! 4! Jostrodomus pushes Bryce Michaels off of him into an atomic drop! Michaels
bounces off and steps away holding his crotch! Bryce turns around and runs at Joz in a rage…Tweetie Bird
Special kick! Bryce Michaels gets knocked against the ropes and into Jostrodomus for ANOTHER #1 Stunner!
Ode to the Fallen! The crowd pops and counts! 1!…2!….3!!! DING! DING! DING! “Enemy” kicks back up as
Jostrodomus celebrates his victory in exhaustion.
Franks: What a victory for Jostrodomus! Both of these men beat each other up just like old times, Ray.
Quadros: That was a great match-up, Carl. I’m sure we’ll see a re-match down the road soon and it just
may go the other way.
Pushed Too Far
Written by: Okori
As Bryce stands in the ring after his hard-fought match against Jostrodomus, his hands on his hips as he
tries to catch his breath, the lights in the Energy Solutions Arena pulse in time as the opening strains of “Break It
Down Again” by Tears for Fears booms out over the sound speakers. Grinning Bryce stands on the top strand
of rope, smirking as he sees nothing close to Nighthawk coming out of the curtain.
But out of nowhere the “Wrestling Machine” sneaks up from behind him and takes him down right into the
cravate crossface he calls the Hangman’s Clutch. Yanking tight on the hold Bryce quickly taps out from the
pain, tapping out faster as “The Natural” realizes that Nighthawk is not yet ready to let go. But as the PWA
Security Team runs down to the ring and bodily yanks Nighthawk off of Bryce, leaving him holding his shoulder
and neck, we see a certain calm come over the “Wrestling Machine.” In fact, as he walks to the back flanked
on either side by security, he crosses himself and seems finally at peace.
Quadros: Nighthawk that coward! He attacked Bryce Michaels from behind AFTER he just had a match!
Franks: I am sure that was retaliation to what Bryce did to his trophy last week!
Quadros: That's still not justified! Nighthawk will pay for this!
Light Heavyweight Madness
Written by: Neil
We’re backstage where interviewer Miranda Buck is standing by with Commissioner Butcher. The
Commissioner is standing there as usual trying to look professional while he holds the recently vacated PWA
Light Heavyweight Championship belt over his shoulder. Miranda Bucks looks into the camera and pulls the
microphone up to her mouth.
Miranda: I’m standing here backstage with the Premiere Wrestling Alliance’s Commissioner. Thank you
for taking this time to answer a question that has been on everybody’s mind since Jake Keeton was accidentally
injured during his match against Jostrodomus last week. What will become of the Light Heavyweight
Championship, Commissioner?
The Butcher: First of all I’d like to say last week Jake Keeton sustained a partially torn ACL that will require
surgery. It is unknown how long Keeton will be out. That all depends on how bad the tear is and how well
surgery goes. He may be out for months if not up to a year. I hope Jake makes a full recovery and returns as
soon as possible. He fought through personal adversity and won the Light Heavyweight Tournament where he
later defeated Nighthawk for this very belt. Since then he became one of the most recognized light
heavyweights in this business. It is a shame this has happened.
But as for the PWA Light Heavyweight Championship that’s sitting right here on my shoulder, well, it is
currently vacant. There have been rumors about me taking this opportunity to take the belt and retire it for
good. I would like to take this moment to say those rumors are true.
As you know with my Grumpy Old Man ways I am hard pressed to change my mind once it is made up.
Last week after Jake Keeton’s injury, this Championship belt was as good as dead in my mind. That was until a
few nights ago when I received a call from a man that will go unnamed at this time. Let’s just say he and I never
really got along from day one but that is understandable since I broke his neck in the middle of his own ring with
a banned piledriver in Mexico. But that’s getting off topic.
This man, let’s just call him Jorge for now, explained to me the significance of our Light Heavyweight
Championship. Me personally, I am a heavyweight so this title belt never meant anything to me. Jorge told me
there are few promotions out there with a credible title belt for light heavyweight wrestlers. So we discussed
this matter some more and it came to my realization that the PWA Light Heavyweight Championship could
become the focal point for all light heavyweights throughout the world to strive for.
So with that said, PWA’s Light Heavyweight Championship will continue to exist so long as there is a
demand for it. I will be looking for 4 men and four men ONLY within the coming weeks. They will be chosen by
me. This goes out to all of the Light Heavyweights so listen up. The next two weeks will be crucial in my decision
on who these four men are. Impressive victories are a must. When these four are chosen, they will square off in
a match of my choosing at Mob Rules for the right to hold this vacated Championship.
Did you get that, Miranda? FOUR men of MY choosing will face each other in ONE match at Mob Rules for
the Light Heavyweight Championship. Winner take all.
Miranda: Wow, that should drum up some interest within the Light Heavyweight Division. One more
question, Commissioner?
The Butcher: Go ahead.
Miranda: Has Aiden Miles been fired yet?
The Butcher: No comment.
With that being said the Commissioner walks away with the Light Heavyweight Championship belt
hanging over his shoulder still. Miranda Buck seems a bit annoyed by the no comment regarding the Aiden
Miles situation.
Terminus & Jason Sandman vs. Ryan Shane & Chris
Michaels
Written by: Andrew
( "Deep Impact" kicked in over the PA system, and the crowd gace a lound, and generally positive reception to the world champion and his number one contender as the two made their way to the ring, flanked by their significant others. Then "Superstar" began to play, heralding the arrival of Chris Michaels, who received a less than friendly reaction from the crowd. Finally, "Right Now" began to play, and Ryan Shane appeared, receiving one of the loudest pops of the night as he made his way to the ring. The two teams conferred for a moment in their corners, and it was decided that Jason and Hotshot would start things off for their teams.)
Franks: This should be a hell of a match. One side is the world champion and the number one contender, while on the other is one half of the tag team champions, and the up-and-coming Chris Micheals. It will be interesting to see which tandem will be the more cohesive unit, given the friction that's taken place between Terminus and Jason as of late.
( Jason and Hotshot stare at one another from across the ring as they await the beginning of the match, while the crowd buzzes in anticipation of the upcoming encounter. At the sound of the opening bell, the two men circle one another before lunging forward as if to engage in a lock-up. At the last moment, Michaels ducks under his opponent's clutches, and then rakes Jason's eyes as he turns around. Boot to the gut doubles the number one contender over, and Chris quickly rolls him into a tight small package for the first pinfall attempt of the match: 1....2....Kick Out! Micheals backs away to the center of the ring with a cocky smirk, and mouths the words "this close" to Sandman as the latter rises to his feet.)
*BIG HEEL POP FROM THE CROWD*
( Jason simply shrugs, and the circle for another moment, before they finally engage in an actual lock-up. Micheals is able to gain the advantage with a side headlock, but Jason simply powers him off into the ropes. However, Hotshot is able to use the momentum to leap onto the second strand, and then springboards off into a flying cross-bodyblock that floors Jason, leading to another cover: 1....2...Jason once again kicks out with authority, but Micheals looks pretty pleased with himself as he taunts Sandman by holding his thumb and index finger millimteres apart in order to tell Jason how close he was too defeat.)
Crowd: Booooooooo!
Quadros: I don't know why the crowd is so upset. Hotshot is simply reminding Jason of how quickly the match can be won or lost!
( Jason simply shakes his head, and simply continues to stalk his foe. The two lock up once more, and Micheals emerges with the advantage once more with a side headlock. Chris quickly converts this into a hammerlock, and then takes Jason to the mat with a textbook drop toehold. Micheals then floats over into a front chancery, but Jason keeps his cool, works his way up to his feet, and then drops to one knee and takes his opponent over with a sweet fireman's carry takedown before dropping down into a lateral press: 1...2... Sandman waits for his opponent to rise, then slides behind him, sinks in a waistlock, and, before Hotshot can react, lifts him up into the air and drops him down hard onto his stomach. Jason quickly rolls his opponent onto his back, bridging back for a pinfall attempt of his own: 1....2....Kick Out. Jason keeps the waistlock applied, however, and simply lifts his opponent back into a Karelin Lift Suplex before dopping on top of him for a third cover: 1...2....Shoulder Up! A very shocked Micheals quickly rolls to his corner and tags in his partner as the crowd cheers for Jason's technical display.)
Franks: Impressive sequence by Jason, who seems determined to prove that he's more than just a hardcore brawler.
( Shane enters the ring, and he and Jason eye one another for a moment before locking up. Jason gains control with a wristlock, and then turns it into an armwringer which causes Shane to tumble to the mat. However, Ryan simply kips back up to his feet, and then reverses into a wristlock of his own before grabbing Sandman's arm and taking him down with an armdrag. Shane quickly applies an armbar, but Jason keeps calm and works his back to his feet. Shane converts the hold into a hammerlock, but Sandman counters by reaching back with his free hand, forcing his opponent's chin onto his shoulder, and dropping down into a modified stunner that causes Shane to release the hold and stumble backward into the strands. )
Quadros: Nice counter by Sandman, I must admit...now, let's see if he can capitalize on this.
( Jason presses the issue by whipping him across the ring and into the ropes. Jason then waits for his opponent to rebound toward him, and then tries to take him to the mat with a hiptoss. Shane is able to reverse, and tries to take Sandman to the mat with a hiptoss of his own. Blocked by Sandman who then hooks Shane's free arm and takes him over into a backslide: 1....2....Shane somersaults out of the predicament, and then grabs his opponent's legs and rolls him into a jack knife pin: 1....2....Sandman uses his size advantage to power himself off the mat and to his knees, winding up on top of his opponent for another cover: 1....2....Shane reaches up, hooks Jason's shoulders with his legs, and then powers Sandman's shoulders to the mat once again: 1....2....Kick Out! )
*INSANE EXCHANGE POP!*
(The two men scramble to their feet as quickly as they can: Shane makes it up just before Sandman and takes advantage by applying a side headlock. Jason responds by shoving him off into the ropes, and then charging forward into an attempted spear. However, Shane is able to leapfrog over this attempt, and then drops to the mat to avoid Jason's attempted running shoulder tackle. Ryan then leaps into the air, looking to connect with a dropkick. However, Sandman grabs onto the ropes to stop his momentum, causing Ryan to whiff on the attempt and crash hard onto his stomach. Jason quickly makes his way to his corner, and tags in his partner, who vaults over the top rope, and then proceeds to nail Ryan square in the face with a dropkick of his own as the latter rises off the mat. Shane falls onto his back, and the masked man waits for him to struggle to his knees before springing off the ropes, and nailing him with a step-up basement dropkick that connects flush against his opponent's face.)
Quadros: THAT's how you throw a dropkick, Ryan!
(Shane hits the mat hard, and Terminus follows up with a standing shooting star press that connects flush against his prone opponent before applying the cover: 1...2...Kick Out! Undaunted, Terminus waits for his opponent to rise off the mat, and then nails him with a series of alternating shoot kicks to the gut, followed by a reverse enzuigiri. Shane tumbles back to the mat, and The New Age Punisher quickly drops down and applies another cover; 1...2...Shoulder Up! Keeping his cool, the World Champion hauls Shane back to his feet by the arm, and pulls him into another hard shoot kick to double him over; then then sinks in a front facelock, hooks his opponent's near leg, and takes him over into a fisherman suplex. Terminus then rolls him over and executes a second fisherman suplex; he then caps this sequence by hauling him up again and then lifting him upside down before dropping him head first into a fisherman buster. The masked man then rolls over and covers his stricken rival; 1...2...THRENOOO!KICK OUT!)
Franks: What a display of heart by Shane! Terminus has hit him with everything that he has, yest he can't put Shane away!
(Shaking his head in disbelief, Terminus takes a deep breath, and watches through narrowed eyes as Shane wobbles to his feet. The New Age Punisher then doubles him over with a kick to the gut, and then tries to lift him into his Dies Irae Sit-Out Tiger Driver. However, Shane blocks the attempt, and takes him over into a back bodydrop, falling back on top of him for a cover: 1...2...Terminus bridges out of this predicament, and then tries to twist Shane into a backslide. However, Shane is able to use the momentum to somersault back over Terminus and to his feet; Ryan then proceeds to sink in a front facelock, and then lifts him into an implant ddt that drives the world champion head-first into the mat. Ryan then rolls over and tags in Hotshot; the two then haul the woozy masked man back to his feet and then take him over with a double vertical suplex before Micheals rolls on top of him for a cover: 1....2....Kick Out!)
Quadros: Well, will wonders ever cease! Shane and Micheals look to be working like a well-oiled machine!
( Chris waits for his opponent to rise, and then scoops him up before driving him back down to the mat with a hard body slam. The Era member then makes his way to the corner, and leaps onto the second rope, and performs a beautiful slingshot reverse splash that connects flush against his opponents's chest. Another cover, with a hook of the leg: 1....2...THRNO! SHOULDER UP! Micheals pulls his opponent up by the arm, twists it into an armwringer, and then proceeds to nail him flush in the face with a Hook Kick that drops him as if shot. Michaels breaks into his trademark smirk as he drops down and applies another cover; 1......2......THREEEENO! SHOULDER UP AGAIN! Chris's grin dissolves as he glares at Sasha Brown, who simply holds up two fingers in resonse. Rolling his eyes, Hotshot simply tags in his partner, and then whips Terminus into the ropes before spinning him into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Shane then sails off the second rope with his Allen Park Elbow, connecting with the face of the masked man while he's being held over the knee of Micheals!)
*SLICK DOUBLE TEAM POP!*
( Shane quickly covers, and hooks the leg: 1........2........THRRREEEEFOOT ON THE ROPES! Shaking his head, Ryan hauls his opponent up by the mask, and lifts him into a fireman's carry, before spinning him around and around with an airplane spin before finally slamming him to the mat. Air Shane! Ryan stumbles back for a moment, before falling on top of Terminus for another cover: 1.........2.........Kick Out! Ryan slams the mat in frustration, before regaining his cool; he then hauls Terminus up yet again, and whips him into the ropes; as Terminus rebounds, Ryan bends down, and lifts Terminus up into a back bodydrop; however, the masked man is somehow able to land on his feet, and then bounces off the ropes and nails his opponent with a Baisuku Knee Kick just as his opponent turns around. Both men hit the mat, and remain down as Brown tolls the fatal ten count. )
Franks: Beautiful counter by Terminus, and needed it...because he was in a very bad way up until that point!
( After a few seconds, Shane manages to get to his knees, and crawls over to his corner to make the tag. Terminus tries to do the same, but his efforts are cut short by Micheals, who flies in and nails the masked man with a double axehandle to the back of the head. Micheals then hauls Terminus back to his feet, picks him up by the legs, and then drops him down into an inverted atomic drop, which is instantly followed up by a superkick to the face. Terminus hits the mat hard, but, rather than go for the cover, Hotshot simply hauls him back to his feet, and sets him up for the Why Me Reverse Russian Legsweep. Natalie Snow decides to make her presence known by climbing onto the ring apron; Micheals rolls his eyes, shoves Terminus back to the mat, and then tries to shove Natalie off; however, The High Priestess drops down at the last moment, and smirks as Hotshot tells her to mind her own business. Micheals turns his attention back to Terminus, and sets him up once more for his finsher, but the masked man responds by nailing Chris in the face with a back elbow, before sliding behind him and nailing him with the snap backdrop piledriver that he calls Viaticum! Terminus shakes clear the cobwebs, and then, with the last of his energy, lunges toward his corner, and tags in Jason as the crowd breaks into cheers.)
Quadros: Oh no! Jason's freash, and judging by the look in his eyes, he wants to kick as much ass as he can.
(Jason storms into the ring, and then nails Hotshot in the face with a running forearm as the latter rises. Sandman then bounces off the ropes, and nails Hotshot with a wicked roaring elbow as the latter wobbles to his feet once again. Hauling Chris to his feet, Sandman doubles him over with a kick to the gut, and then lifts him into the air before letting him hang there, and hang there, and hang there, before dropping down into a delayed vertical suplex. Cover: 1....2...Kick Out! Sandman simply hauls his opponent back to his feet, only to take him back down in a hurry with a hooked-leg backdrop driver that drops him hard on his head. Cover: 1...2...Kickout! Undaunted, Jason simply hauls his opponent back to his feet, and whips him hard into the ropes, before trying to take his head off with the Venom's Strike Lariat! Chris ducks at the last moment, and then spring off the ropes into a spinning heel kick that nearly knocks his opponent out of his boots. Hotshot then rolls over and tags in Shane, who waits for Sandman to rise as the crowd buzzes in anticipation.)
Quadros: Shaning Wizard!?
(Indeed, Shane charges forward as soon as Jason rises to his knees, and nails him flush with his Shaning Wizard finisher. Jason collapses onto his back, and Shane dives on top of him for the cover: 1...........2...........THREEEEEEEEEEENOOOOO! JASON KICKED OUT! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!? MK and Natalie let out loud cheers in the corner, while Shane's mouth drops open in disbelief. Shane quickly hauls Sandman up, doubles him over with a kick to the gut, and takes him down with a swinging neck breaker. Ryan then climbs to the top rope, but, unbelievably, Jason quickly climbs to his feet, runs up the turnbuckles, and nails a forearm that causes Shane to lose his balance and crotch himself. Hotshot seems to know what's coming, and tries to enter the ring, but Terminus meets him in ring center with a drop kick that sends him tumbling over the top rope. The New Age Punisher then springs off the ropes, and propels himself into a spectacular handspring backflip plancha that catches Hotshot as the rises off the floor!)
Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit!
(Meanwhile, Sandman has scooped Ryan into cross powerslam position, and then backflips off the top rope into his vaunted Moonsault Fallway Slam. HOLY F*N SHIT BATMAN! Cover: 1......2.....THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! MK applauds happily as she enters the ring and hugs Jason, while Terminus and Natalie look on, more relieved that The Angel didn't make an appearance than anything else. Jason invites Terminus to join the celebration, but, after a lengthy pause, the masked man merely shakes his head, and slowly makes his way back up the ramp with Natalie as Jason stares at them with a quizzical expression on his face.)
Quadros: What was that about!? Terminus just snubbed Jason Sandman, and left him alone inside the ring rather than celebrate their victory over Shane and Hotshot!
Franks: Well, Terminus and Sandman score a big win tonight, but, it looks like that hasn't improved their friendship at all. With Mob Rules only a couple of weeks away, what's going to happen to their freindship, and to Gundan RTO!? I, for one, am interested to find out!
A Warning
Written by: Mike
(This is set to take place after my match. I am not sure what Okori has sent to you but I gave him
permission to come out after my match and attack me causing me to tap in the ring until security pulled him off
me as a retort for me throwing his cup off the bridge. I would like this segment to be put in sometime after that.
It involves the Butcher so you will want to look through it and modify anything you see fit.)
We cut backstage to the Butcher's office when suddenly his door swings open and there stands The
Natural, Bryce Michaels a little worse for wear after Nighthawk's premeditated attack.
BRYCE: Please tell me your going to do something about this!
BUTCHER: What would you like me to do Bryce? Suspend, fire Nighthawk.
BRYCE: You need to do something or by God your going to wish you would have.
BUTCHER: I know that wasn't a threat you just made at me Michaels. The way I see it, your lucky that
attacking you after your match was all that he did. If he was me, you wouldn't be able to stand to complain after
what you did last week with that Cup.
BRYCE: (CENSORED) THAT CUP and (CENSORED) YOU! I am the last person you want to make an
enemy of Butch. You should know that better than anybody and if your not going to resolve this then....THEN I
won't be held responsible for what happens to him.....to PWA....or to YOU for that matter.
Michaels is right in the Butcher's face as the two are almost nose to nose as the camera closes in tight for a
few uncomfortable seconds as the Butcher stands his ground as it is is Bryce who backs away as a very stern
voice comes from the Hardcore Icon.
BUTCHER: Get the hell out of my office.
BRYCE: Sure...but don't say I didn't warn you.
Bryce walks out and slams the door as the camera closes in on the Butcher who shakes his head and shuts
his eyes as this is the last thing he needs.
Shaun Andrews vs. London McCormack
Written by: Neil
“Firestarter” by Prodigy begins to play and out steps London McCormack. The young Irishman has been
on a roll since joining PWA and he’s continuing to make a legacy of his own. He steps down towards the ring
with a confident expression over his face. Tonight is his big opportunity to impress the Commissioner as well as
make Daz Van Dyke look good bringing him here.
Franks: This young man has all the tools and confidence to be a big star, Ray. Tonight he’s in the biggest
match of his PWA career in the main event nonetheless.
Quadros: He may look like he’s perfectly fine out there, Carl, but I know the nerves are getting to him.
Then “Wild Out” by The Lox kicks up and out steps Shaun Andrews. He waits on the entrance ramp and
stares down towards the kid in the ring, shaking his head. As Andrews makes his way down towards the ring,
he keeps his eyes glued on London McCormack with a stern face. Once inside the ring, Shaun Andrews stares
down McCormack some more, trying to intimidate the young lad but London isn’t backing down.
Franks: Shaun Andrews continues to be on a mission to win the PWA World Heavyweight Championship.
Tonight against the undefeated London McCormack could either make him or break him.
Quadros: Andrews better not take this kid lightly, Carl.
Before Referee Andy Sheppard can call for the bell, out steps Commissioner Butcher with a steel chair,
gaining some more applause before the main event. Both Andrews and McCormack stare down The Butcher as
he makes his way down to ring side with the chair. Both competitors demand to know what’s going on. The
Commissioner doesn’t respond to them at all as he sets up his chair next to Ray Quadros and puts the extra
headphones over his head.
Franks: What a pleasant surprise Commissioner. What brings you out here tonight?
The Butcher: Well since those two men in that ring think I am blind to their ability, I thought it best to come
out here and view their match-up personally.
Quadros: Are you sure that’s such a great idea? I mean the last time we had a special guest announcer, he
died!
The Butcher: I’m not concerned at all, Ray. Layne Marshall was sitting in your chair anyway and since
you’re between Carl and myself, well I guess that leaves you with no escape if something like that were to
happen again.
Quadros: Carl! Change seats with me!
Franks: Hell no.
Referee Sheppard calls for the bell to get this match underway. Both Andrews and McCormack begin to
circle around the ring. Both trying to psych each other out with verbal attacks but neither of them seem to want
to back down. Finally, the two lock up mid-ring in a shoulder and arm tie up. Shaun Andrews begins pushing
McCormack back towards a corner until London shifts his weight and throws Andrews down with a hip toss.
Andrews pops back up and shoots in at McCormack. London dodges out of the way and waits for Andrews to
get back to his feet.
Quadros: Impressed yet, Butcher?
The Butcher: Yes, so far I am impressed they both made it to the ring without directions.
Andrews shoots in at London once more but again McCormack dodges out of the way. But this time
London McCormack throws in a kick to Andrews rear end to try and embarrass him some. Shaun Andrews is
not amused one bit. McCormack tells Andrews to try that and shoot in again and see what happens. Shaun
smiles as he gets to his feet and shoots in towards London one more time as the crowd starts to get restless.
London goes for another kick to Andrews’ rear end but Shaun baited him and catches the foot.
Franks: Andrews has that foot now and he’s not going to let go until it has been ripped off.
Andrews rises to his feet as London tries to break free but Shaun has a firm grip. McCormack goes for an
enzuigiri with his other leg but Andrews dodges out of the way and tackles his opponent to the mat like a MMA
fighter. Shaun Andrews starts pounding away on London with closed fists, drawing some warnings from
Referee Sheppard. Andrews then mixes in some forearms to the face, trying to cut young McCormack open.
London however has some technical ability of his own and snags the left arm of Andrews. He tries to contort the
arm into a kumora from the bottom position. Andrews gets off of London as he tries to counter the pressure
forming at his elbow. Andrews loses the guard position and this allows London McCormack to get back to his
feet.
Franks: Good counter by London McCormack to get himself out of a bad position. Andrews was just
raining shots down on him.
The Butcher: I must say that was a unique way to free himself.
Quadros: Admit it, Butcher, you wouldn’t have thought of that much less been able to execute it right.
The Butcher: Probably not but then again I wouldn’t have gotten myself in that position to begin with.
London McCormack checks himself to see if he’s bleeding, which he isn’t. Andrews stretches out his left
arm to make sure it wasn’t hyper extended. The two share some unkind words again and then lock up. Shaun
Andrews with an early headlock but London pushes him off towards the ropes. Andrews returns but
McCormack leap frogs him and runs towards the ropes. They both meet at mid-ring again and London
McCormack drops Andrews with a Hart Attack clothesline! McCormack drops an elbow onto Andrews and
makes the cover! 1...2...KICK OUT!
Franks: Shaun Andrews isn’t going to go that easily.
McCormack grabs Andrews by the head and raises him to his feet. Shot to the ribcage by Andrews and
then a follow up knee to the side of the head rocks McCormack back into a corner. Andrews shoots in with a
stiff running knee to London in the corner. Andrews takes the doubled over McCormack by the head and rakes
his eyes over the top rope! As McCormack is rubbing his eyes, Andrews grabs him from behind with a solid
German suplex! Bridge! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT!! Andrew quickly tries to apply a follow up ankle lock but
McCormack kicks him in the face and rolls out of the ring.
Franks: Smart plan here by London McCormack. Shaun Andrews was starting to gain momentum.
Quadros: Max Maguire must have worked on a good game plan for London.
The Butcher: You want me to watch you, London, but I can’t be impressed if you’re walking around the
ring doing nothing.
London has some sharp criticism for Butcher as he passes by the announcer’s desk. When he turns
around to return to the ring, Shaun Andrews is there and knocks him back with an upper cut. Irish whip by
Andrews sends McCormack hard into the steel barrier! Andrews runs towards London but misses with a
clothesline. McCormack with a kid to the midsection and a follow up DDT onto the barely padded floor! London
rolls Andrews into the ring and makes a quick cover! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT!
Franks: Shaun Andrews’ head bounced hard off of that floor, Ray. It may take him awhile to figure out
where he is.
Quadros: Does Shaun Andrews ever know where he is?
London McCormack continues to put some pressure on Andrew by lifting him and damn near dropping
him on his head with a solid twisting back drop. Again another cover! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! McCormack with
a stomp to the face and then a follow up sharp shooter. Andrews is trying to break himself out of this position
but London has it locked on tight. Andrews powers himself up and starts crawling towards the ropes. London
McCormack leans back a bit further, trying to add more stress to the “Christ of Wrestling’s” knees. Andrews
reaches out and he has himself a full hand of the bottom rope! Referee Sheppard urges McCormack to release
the hold! 1! 2! 3! 4! London backs off but the damage has been done.
Quadros: Smart thinking there, London. There’s never been anything wrong with bending the rules.
The Butcher: Some bend the rules just because they can, Ray. Maybe I should make the rules more
enforceable.
Quadros: Yeah we should have disqualified you every time you used a closed fist!
The Butcher: No closed fists is a stupid rule.
McCormack pulls Andrews up by the head and cinches him for a vertical suplex. Andrews blocks it
though. London tries again. Blocked! Shaun Andrews reverses the vertical suplex and London McCormack
pops up with an arced back. Andrews kicks London square in the spine and then yanks McCormack’s head
down hard to the canvass. Nasty follow up double stomp by Andrews, earning him some warnings by Referee
Sheppard. Andrews isn’t in the mood for any jabber by the referee as he shakes his head to get some of the
cobwebs out from that earlier DDT. He yanks London up and whips him hard into a corner, causing McCormack
to step out holding his spine again with a wince of pain. He wants right into a spinning back breaker by Shaun
Andrews! Cover! 1...2...THREE…KICK OUT!!
Franks: Shaun Andrews has picked his target so London McCormack better watch his back.
Quadros: Literally.
The Butcher: I hope Daz Van Dyke is watching this and seeing what his boy is made of.
Andrews pulls London up only to drop him again with an old fashion body slam. Another face stamp by
Andrews as he continues to try and bust open that wonderful face of London McCormack. That draws some
boos from all the women out there. Andrews pulls London up once again and this time he hits a release full
nelson suplex. Forearm to the face for a cover! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT!! Shaun Andrews is showing some
frustration by this young man’s resilience. He pulls London up and whips him towards the ropes. He’s looking
for a spinebuster possibly but McCormack counters with a drop kick right to Andrews’ face! Andrews starts
rolling around on the mat as his nose is bleeding from that shot!
Franks: And Shaun Andrews is bleeding from the nose! That could be broken!
Quadros: Look Butcher! Blood! And you’re not the one bleeding!
The Butcher: It’s about damn time someone around here started bleeding.
Andrews pops up and turns around, walking right into an Irish whip by London McCormack. Andrews
lands hard into a corner and is unable to dodge a flying knee to the face from “The Future!” Andrews pops out
of the corner holding his face again and this time gets taken down with a leg sweep clothesline! London
McCormack with a cover! Upset special! 1!…2!…THREE!!!……. NO!! Shaun Andrews KICKS OUT! London
applies a camel clutch as the camera gets a perfect shot of Shaun Andrews’ bloody nose. Andrews is yelling out
in pain as McCormack is yanking back. “TAP! TAP! TAP” starts yelling the crowd as Andrews tries to withstand
the pain. “TAP! TAP! TAP!” Shaun Andrews doesn’t give up so McCormack releases the clutch but continues
staying offensive. German suplex by McCormack! He holds on…another German suplex! He holds on and rolls
through…release German suplex! London McCormack is feeling it now! He hops to the second turnbuckle and
jumps off with an elbow drop to the heart! Hooks the leg! 1!…2!…2.99213345!!
Franks: Shaun Andrews got his shoulder up just in time!
Quadros: Someone better check that referee’s credentials. That was a three count!
The Butcher: Referee Andy Sheppard is as good as they come, Ray. Maybe somebody should check your
credentials.
Quadros: I’m the best in the business damn it!
London McCormack thought that was a three as well. But his questioning of the count doesn’t last long as
he reaches for Shaun Andrews’ ankle to apply the Flux Capacitor! NO! Andrews is able to kick McCormack off
before the ankle lock was applied. Andrews uses the ropes to get to his feet as London McCormack shoots in.
OH! Andrews ducks out of the way and pitches McCormack over the top rope! WAIT! London McCormack
lands on the apron! London grabs the unknowing Andrews by the head and he’s looking for the slingshot DDT
he calls the Wave of the Future! Andrews sits out and causes McCormack’s neck to snap off of the top rope!
Down to the floor goes London McCormack!
Franks: Shaun Andrews better be counting his blessing there because McCormack has won many
matches with that move!
Shaun Andrews shakes his head to regain his bearings. He slides out of the ring and pulls McCormack up
into a shoulder block against the ring apron. He rolls McCormack back into the ring and makes a cover.
1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!! Follow up brainbuster suplex by Shaun Andrews! Cover! 1!…2!!…3!!!…..NO!!
London McCormack KICKS OUT again!! Andrews leans against the ropes to catch his wind as McCormack is
rolling around on the mat holding his head. After a few moments London McCormack gets to his knees and then
up to his feet. He’s looking around for Shaun Andrews but can’t find him. Then it’s too late as Shaun Andrews
applies the RAP IT UP!! Tazmission!
Franks: London McCormack has found himself in a world of trouble, Ray!
Quadros: Andrews has that locked on tight! London has turned red almost instantly!
London McCormack is still on his feet though and trying desperately to find the ropes and break free.
Andrews kicks out one of his legs and McCormack falls to the mat with Andrews still locked on from behind!
Referee Andy Sheppard is down and looking to see if London McCormack is out cold or not! His eyes are
starting to glaze over but he’s not finished just yet! “TAP! TAP! TAP!” London McCormack isn’t going to tap! He
rather pass out than quit! Shaun Andrews squeezes even tighter, trying to restrict any air and blood flow!
Referee Sheppard asks again is London wants to quit?! DING! DING! DING!
Franks: Did he tap or is he out cold?
Quadros: Damn it Butcher you idiot!
There is some confusion at ringside as Referee Sheppard didn’t call for the bell at all. Rather
Commissioner Butcher has left the announcers’ table and ordered ring announcer Freddy Ferdinand to ring the
bell before London McCormack was passed out. Shaun Andrews is still locked on with the Rap It Up and
London McCormack is still fighting to get out, though feebly.
The Butcher: Come on, Ferdinand! Say it!
Ferdinand: And the winner of this match due to knock-out…SHAUN ANDREWWWWWS!!!
Shaun Andrews releases the Rap It Up and starts to celebrate his victory slightly. London McCormack is
staring at the ceiling and coughing for air but he’s NOT knocked out! Now London McCormack is asking
Referee Sheppard what happened just like everybody else. However, Sheppard doesn’t have any answers.
Nobody does except one man. The one man who called for the bell: Commissioner Butcher!
Franks: What was that all about, Commissioner?
Quadros: Why did he ring the bell? I don’t understand, Carl. Hey, Butcher!
As “Wild Out” begins playing and Shaun Andrews is celebrating, Commissioner Butcher is heading
towards backstage without even looking back to answer any questions. London McCormack is sitting up now
and he’s yelling at the Commissioner for an explanation. He isn’t going to get one tonight though.
Franks: I have no idea what that was all about, Ray. The Commissioner had the bell rung before the
referee called for it. London McCormack didn’t tap and he wasn’t knocked out. It doesn’t make sense.
Quadros: The Commissioner is crazy! He needs to be replaced!
Franks: Maybe we’ll find out next week. For Ray Quadros and all of my colleagues here at PWA, good
night everybody!
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