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Violation 27
Sunday, May 4th, 2008
Orleans Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada
Maelstrom vs. Reckless Jack
Written by: Jason
Carl Franks: What a match we have for you, folks! The Human Hellstorm, Maelstrom, takes on Reckless
Jack in this opening bout!
Ray Quadros: And hopefully Reckless Jack will be out of his depressed state of mind! Otherwise,
Maelstrom's gonna make quick work out of this kid!
"Raining Blood" by Slayer blared over the arena speakers, eliciting a HUGE ovation for the Human
Hellstorm, which was then followed by a mixed reaction for Reckless Jack when "Live To Win" by Paul Stanley
hit the arena speakers. For some reason, Reckless Jack gave off an aura of "Why am I out here?", which drew
heat from the fans. He shrugged Maelstrom off and attempted to exit the ring, but the Human Hellstorm would
have none of his antics. He yanked Jack back into the ring and forced him to compete by slapping him around.
As much as Jack tried to resist throwing a punch, he couldn't resist the urge any more and finally decided to
retaliate. Jack ran the ropes to attempt a Shoulder Block, but Maelstrom wouldn't budge. Jack would run the
ropes again and attempt the Shoulder Block again, but to no avail. One more attempt was made, but Mael
would catch Jack off-guard with a hellacious Clothesline that nearly turned the Reckless One inside out. Mael
then proceeded to stomp away at the fallen Jack and attempt a Running Elbow Drop, but Jack moved out of the
way and forced Mael to hit nothing but the canvas.
Jack would begin to mount his offense finally by laying into the Human Hellstorm with some kicks to his
back, which seemed to anger Mael if anything. But that anger was soon extinguished by a Running Dropkick to
his head. Jack would go for a cover, but Mael would kick out with force at 1.5. Jack would pick up Mael and
send him into the corner. Jack would begin stomping away at Mael until he was slumped down on the bottom
turnbuckle. Jack would then place his foot on the side of Mael’s face and try to rally the crowd behind him as
he’d begin the Facewash. Jack would finish with the running boot across the face and ascend the turnbuckle to
soak in the mixture of cheers and boos from the fans.
But the showboating would be short-lived as Mael would grab Jack and Powerbomb him off of the
turnbuckles! Mael then checked to see if his own face was still intact. After seeing that everything’s fine, he then
yanked Jack up onto his feet and gave him the Hammerfall (Vader-style Powerbomb) for a count of 2.5. Mael
would yank Jack up by his throat and shove him into the ropes, only to Clothesline him out of the ring. Mael
picked Jack up and rammed him back-first into the steel barricade, then grabbed him by his head and bashed
it on the ring apron before tossing Jack back into the ring. The fans show their full support for the Human
Hellstorm as he slid back into the ring. Towering over the Reckless One, Mael would slowly pull Jack up to his
feet...
... which he would regret as Jack quickly rolled him up in a Small Package for a 2 count. Mael was the first
one back up to his feet, but that didn’t last long as Jack tripped him up and executed a Leg Drop across Mael’s
throat.Male would try to get back up, only to be knocked back down by a Shining Wizard from Jack, which
garnered him another 2 count. Jack would then climb through the ropes and position himself on the ring apron,
waiting for Mael to get back up to his feet. Once Mael was up, Jack leaped up onto the top rope and sailed into
the sky for a Springboard Dropkick...
... which the Human Hellstorm countered by swatting Jack away from him. Mael would be quick to pick up
Jack and set him up for his finisher, much to the fans delight. Mael would hold Jack in the air for seconds before
finally putting him out of his misery with the HELLSTORM RISING!!! The referee counted the pin while Mael used
only one hand to make the cover... 1... 2... 3!!! “Raining Blood” blared over the speakers once again as the
referee raised the Human Hellstorm’s hand in victory. The fans would begin chanting “Mael-strom!
Mael-strom!” as he exited the ring and took one last look at his work.
Carl Franks: Maelstrom just showed that he hasn’t lost his touch by putting away Reckless Jack! Although
Jack gave him a run for his money, it just wasn’t enough to keep the Human Hellstorm at bay!
Ray Quadros: Well maybe if Reckless Jack gave a damn, he could’ve got the big upset win! Someone
needs to drag him out back and slap him around some more!
Carl Franks: Folks, we have tons more Violation on the way for you, so stay right there!
Monster
Written by: Joe
Miranda Buck storms out Shaun Andrews' locker room crying.
Miranda Buck: How can you really say you love me now, after last week you called me a whore.
Shaun Andrews appears.
Shaun: I'm sorry, it was a mistake. Please! You have to forgive me! I'm begging you.
Miranda Buck: We can never be Shaun! You're goin to have to move on.
Shaun Andrews: But, I love you.
Miranda Buck: I'm sorry. I have love for you, but we can't be. I can't be in love with you, you're a monster.
Fire vs. Captain Howdy
Written by: Neil
"Gossip" by Lil Wayne plays Fire steps out from the back. After his losing debut last week, this week he’s
looking to get into the winners bracket against Captain Howdy. Fire makes his way down to the ring and steps
in, waiting for his opponent.
Franks: Tonight, Fire wants to show PWA what he is made of.
Quadros: Last week was disappointing for him for sure. His style is a little raw but with some hard work he
can make it here in PWA.
The lights dim, as "Captain Howdy" begins to play. He walks to the ring, smiling and waving one moment,
cursing and snarling at the fans the next. On the screen behind him, are scenes from several matches and
brutal attacks he has participated in during his career. He brings his steel walking stick with him, and rolls
under the bottom rope, standing and giving the ring attendant his jacket and walking stick with instructions to
plCaptain them on the announcer's table. He goes to the far side of the ring from the entrance ramp, and waits
in the corner, watching his opponent.
Franks: And here comes Captain Howdy, Ray. He has been carrying the Camp Carnage banner proudly
lately.
Quadros: Captain Howdy doesn’t carry a banner. He just like to torture people because it’s fun!
The referee calls for the bell and this match is underway. The two lock up but Fire gets a quick upper hand
and whips Howdy to the ropes. Howdy returns with a stiff clothesline. Howdy then begins to kick away at Fire
who is in a defenseless position. Captain Howdy picks him up and throws him into the corner. Howdy unloads
some shots to the midsection of Fire and then takes him out with a palm blow. As Fire sits there in the corner on
his rear end, Howdy runs with some speed and knees Fire in the fCaptain!
Howdy picks Fire back up and throws him with a big hip toss. Fire crawls on his hands and knees to get
away from the Captain. Howdy grabs him, but Fire hits him in the midsection. Fire with an uppercut that rocks
Howdy back. Fire chops him. WHOOO! Irish whip by Fire. Captain Howdy runs right into a knee to the gut. Fire
then applies a headlock scissors. Howdy tries to break free as Fire looks out of the ring and tries to get the
crowd behind him.
Franks: Fire is now getting some momentum after Captain Howdy came on strong early on.
Quadros: Focus on submitting this man, Fire. Who cares what these people say!
Captain Howdy is able to break free after a few moments. Both men get up and lock-up. Howdy pushes
Fire into the corner and shoulders him in the midsection. The referee pulls Captain Howdy back and Fire takes
the opportunity to slap Captain right across the face! Howdy runs at Fire but gets taken down with a short
armed clothesline. Fire pulls Howdy up with an old fashion body slam follow up by an elbow to the face! Fire
with a cover! 1...2...KICK OUT!
Fire maintains the offensive as he hits a fireman's carry into a reverse DDT! Another cover!
1...2...THR...KICK OUT! Fire then applies a Figure Four leg lock as he’s trying to submit his opponent. Captain
Howdy squirms in pain as Fire reels back for more pressure. Captain Howdy lets out a painful yell as he tries to
gain some leverage. Then after a few hard moments, he's able to turn the Figure Four over and reverse the
pressure! Now Fire is pounding the mat in pain as Captain takes the upper hand!
Franks: What a counter by Captain Howdy! Fire almost had him there.
Quadros: Almost doesn’t cut it, Carl. You know that.
Finally, the submission is completely released and both men struggle to their feet. Fire whips Captain to
the ropes and Captain comes off with a flying shoulder block. Quick cover! 1...2...KICK OUT! Both men get up
again and trade punches! Fire with a right! Captain with a left! Fire with a left! Captain with a right! Fire!
Captain! Fire! Captain! Fire! Captain! F! C! F! C! F! Captain! Captain! Captain! Fire is against the ropes! One
big punch by Captain Howdy and Fire flies over the ropes!
Fire slowly gets to his feet and shakes the cob webs out. He quickly turns around but Captain Howdy is
there! Captain whips Fire into the barricade and Fire goes down holding his back! Howdy grabs Fire and takes
him out with a high angle suplex! Fire pops up with an arced back! Captain Howdy throws Fire back into the
ring and covers him again. 1...2...THRE....KICK OUT! Howdy keeps up the pressure though as he hoists Fire
into the air. He holds him. Holds him. Holds. Fire's face is turning red! Then BAM! Beautiful delayed vertical
suplex by Captain Howdy! Another cover! 1...2...THREE!...NO! KICK OUT!
Franks: That was close! Captain Howdy won't give Fire much room to move.
Quadros: Come on Fire. You can't lose this match!
Captain Howdy is feeling confident now as he goes to the top turnbuckle. He looks down at Fire, who isn't
moving. He then jumps with a BIG flying head butt! Fire moves out of the way! Howdy rolls on the mat holding
his head as Fire gets to his feet. Fire shakes things off then kicks Howdy in the neck. He picks Howdy up and
hits a northern lights suplex into a pin! 1...2...THR...KICK OUT! Fire argues with the referee for a moment then
drags Captain to his feet again.
Fire whips Captain Howdy into the corner as he looks to set-up the Fire Bomb from the top rope. Howdy
saves his bacon for the moment as he blasts Fire a few times with a head butt! Fire falls from the second
turnbuckle and onto his back. Howdy jumps off as Fire stands back up…flying shoulder block to Fire’s spine!
Captain Howdy instantly takes advantage and applies Back to the Rocking Horse! Fire tries to fight free from
the camel clutch full nelson but it’s no use! The referee calls for the bell! DING! DING! DING!
Freddy Ferdinand: And here is your winner…CAPTAIN HOWWWWDY!!!
Going on Strike
Written by: Neil
Commissioner Butcher is seen backstage in his office talking to a PWA crew member. Then all of a sudden
Daz Van Dyke comes storming into the office with a look of distain over his face. He grabs the PWA crew
member by the arm and pushes him out of the office before slamming the door!
The Butcher: HEY! You can come in here pushing my workers around, Daz! This isn’t TNW!
Daz Van Dyke: I demand an explanation! What in the BLOODY HELL was that last week in the main
event?!
The Butcher: Watch your tone, Daz.
Daz Van Dyke: Don’t play games with me, Cortez! You know I am not in the mood and you lose every time
so don’t even try! I want to know why you SCREWED London McCormack against that…that…that numb nuts
Shaun Andrews! You rang the bloody bell before London McCormack tapped out! You never gave him a
chance!
The Butcher: Wait just a second there, Daz! I gave YOUR BOY a chance last week. I put him in the main
event when he certainly was not ready to be in that position.
Daz Van Dyke: Well I-
The Butcher: However! I was impressed nonetheless. What I did was a matter of preservation, Daz. Even
you would understand that.
Daz Van Dyke: Explain yourself!
The Butcher: You’re right, London McCormack is a talented young man. Perhaps a future PWA World
Heavyweight Champion in the waiting. But at the same time he is young AND foolish to put himself in a position
to be injured while attempting to free himself from an impossible situation. When Shaun Andrews has that Rap It
Up locked on, there is no getting out. I should know.
Daz Van Dyke: I don’t want to hear about your failures, Cortez! I want payback! I want you to re-write this
wrong! And until then, London McCormack is on strike!
The Butcher: Strike? Fine, but I guess that means I’ll just have to give his next opportunity to a less
deserving wrestler.
Mr. Van Dyke loosens up a little bit and appears to be intrigued over what he just heard.
Daz Van Dyke: What opportunity?
The Butcher: The opportunity to become the PWA Light Heavyweight Champion. Unless of course, Mr.
McCormack will continue to be on strike at Mob Rules?
Daz Van Dyke: Oh he will be at Mob Rules, Cortez. And he will be in your little Light Heavyweight Title
match. It doesn’t matter who you throw at him! He will win!
The Butcher: Good. I expect a jolly good show at Mob Rules then.
The Commissioner smirks at Mr. Van Dyke, obviously making fun of where the man comes from.
Daz Van Dyke: You’re an idiot, Cortez. Quit fooling around with a good thing or one of these days “The
Future” will not be in your hands.
With that said, Daz Van Dyke heads out of the office to leave the Commissioner to his thoughts.
Aiden Miles vs. Liam Travers
Written by: Andrew
Franks: Lately Aiden Miles has come on strong as he tries to put his career back on track. But it could all
be for nothing if Referee Sasha Brown has her way. She wants him fired!
Quadros: And the Commissioner might just fire him tonight. Liam Travers has been trying to find his niche
in PWA, Carl. A win tonight could put him on the path to a future title shot.
("In the Air Tonight" by Nonpoint began to play over the PA system, and the crowd began to boo as Aiden
Miles appeared at the top of the entrance ramp, and made his way down to the ring with a cocky smirk firmly
implanted on his face. The Standard slid under the bottom rope and into the ring, grinning at Sasha Brown, who
merely rolled her eyes and shook her head in response. Then "Miseria Cantare" kicked in, announcing the
arrival of Liam Travers, who received a positive reception from the crowd as he walked down to the ring, never
once taking his eyes of his opponent.)
( Miles gave Liam a cocky smirk as the bell rang to begin the match; Travers glowered in response as the
two began to circle one another. After a moment, the two locked up, and Miles gained the advantage with a
side headlock. Travers quickly reversed into a top wristlock, and then performed a nice back trip takedown to
deposit Aiden on the mat. Not to be outdone, Aiden performed a back somersault on the mat to get back to his
feet, and then reversed into a wristlock; only to have Travers perform a smooth foward roll to escape, and then
execute yet another reversal into a wristlock of his own. Travers quickly trasitioned into a fujiwara armbar
takedown, and then bridged back on the armbar in an attempt to draw the early submission. Aiden's eyes went
wide, and he quickly made his way to the ropes before too much damage could be done to the limb. Travers
released the hold at the count of four, and made his way back to the center of the ring, while Miles shook some
feeling back into his arm as he got back to his feet.
After a momentary pause, the two locked up again, and this time Travers gained the edge with another
wristlock; Liam then dropped an elbow onto the extended limb that causes Aiden to drop to one knee in
agaony. This allowed Travers the chance to apply another hammerlock, and then scoop Miles off the mat and
into a body slam. Travers then applied a cover, only to have Miles kick out at two. Keeping the pressure on,
Liam hauled Miles back to his feet by the injured limb, and slid behind him while applying another hammerlock,
before taking him over with a sweet backdrop suplex. Another cover, another two count!
Travers seemed to think that he had done enough damage, and drew his thumb across his throat as he
hauled Miles back to his feet and whipped him hard into the ropes. Aiden rebounded into a hot shot that
dropped him throat first along the top rope, and looked to be in no position to defend himself as Travers spun
him into an attempted tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. However, Miles was somehow able to spin out of this move and
land on his feet; he then quickly grabbed his opponent's leg, hoisted him onto his back, and then dropped down
into the Backpack Stunner.
Miles took a couple of moment to shake some feeling back into his arm and then glared at his rival as
Travers wobbled to his feet. Miles then sprinted forward, and nailed him with a Walk-Up Knee Strike that
deposited him flat on his back. Cover...two count. The Standard then hauled Travers back to his feet, and then
whipped him hard into the nearest corner, before following him in with a Flying Corner Splash. Miles then
backed up and then grabbed Travers as the latter stumbled forward and then took him over into a sweet
bridging Fisherman's Suplex that got a long two count. Miles shook his head, but quickly got back to his feet,
and climbed onto the second rope before nailing Travers with a missile dropkock to the face just as the latter
got up and turned around. Another cover, another two count.
Miles looked like he wanted to end this match as he glared at Liam while the latter got to his feet, and then
tried to lift him into his Crash Landing Backbreaker. However, Travers was able to counter this attempt by
applying a headlock, and then twisting himself into a Tornado DDT. Travers let out a loud war cry as he hauled
the stricken Miles back to his feet, and then hoisted him high into the air before dropping him head first with a
brainbuster. Liam then climbed to the top rope, looking to end matters with his Canadian Twilight 450 Splash;
however, Miles was able to get his knees up at the last moment, and Liam collapsed to the mat, clutching his
ribs. Aiden took a deep breath and then scooped him off the mat, before dropping him hard onto his head with
his vaunted Cross-Legged Piledriver. Miles then applied the cover, and broke out into a wide smile as Sasha
Brown dropped down and tolled the count: 1....2....THREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Miles quicly got to his feet, and insisted that Sasha raise his hand in victory; Ms. Brown reluctantly applied,
and Miles pulled her into his arms and gave her big hug, until the offical pushed him off and slapped him in the
face. Aiden grinned , and said "It was just a victory hug", before shrugging and making his way out of the ring
as Sasha checked on the condition of Liam.)
Franks: Another big win for Aiden Miles, Ray! He just might earn himself a spot in the Light Heavyweight
Title match.
Quadros: Liam Travers looked good here tonight though. Rough loss for him.
Surprise
Written by: Mike
The camera zooms in on the brass nameplate of the Butcher as the door swings open. There sits the man
himself behind a desk looking very sharp in his suit and tie, he looks very busy on the phone as you can tell by
the look on his face he doesn't care to see who just walked in.
Butcher: Let me call you back. What is it now?
The camera turns to see Bryce Michaels standing in his office.
Bryce: Well, I told you last week that if you didn't do something about the whole Nighthawk situation that I
would. You recall that conversation don't you?
Butcher: Vaguely.
Bryce: Well, I went and did something about it.
Butcher: Really, what is that?
Bryce looks towards the door, then looks at the Butcher. Then back towards the door.
Bryce: Hang on just a second.
You can hear the two men arguing, then Bryce returns.
Butcher: I am a busy man Mr. Michaels, if we are done here.
Bryce: Just wait.
More arguing ensues as Michaels has to go back to the door again as the Butcher's eyes widen as he sees
Bryce's lawyer walk through the door.
Butcher: Is this some sort of joke?
Scorpion: Afraid not.
Scorpion dressed head to toe in a custom made suit walks in with his hands full of paperwork. He hands a
folder into the Butcher's hand.
Scorpion: Sorry about this Butch.
Bryce: "Sorry, about this Butch". PLEASE!
Scorpion shakes the Butcher's hand to try to ensure that there is no hard feelings here and that he is just
doing the job he was paid to do. Scorpion stops and stares at Michaels.
Scorpion: Are you happy now?
Bryce: Overjoyed!
Scorpion exits as Bryce looks on at his handywork. The Butcher looks up from the papers as he has a snarl
on his face.
Butcher: Your suing me and PWA for an "unsafe working enviorment"!
Bryce: That's right! I told you Butch. I tried to warn you but you just didn't listen and now your going to
have to pay. Literally.
Butcher: You son of a ....
Bryce: Ahh...ahh...I would be careful if I were you.
Bryce turns and leaves the office leaving the Butcher with a new headache to worry about.
Premiere Championship Invitational
Thunder Kite vs. Freddy Fandango
Written by: Neil
Franks: Next up we have JJ Biggs newly found confidant, Freddy Fandango versus Commissioner
Butcher’s hand picked man in this Premiere Championship Invitational.
Quadros: This should be good, Carl. Both men have added management pressure to go along with trying
to beat each other for the Finals slot next week.
"I believe in a thing called love" by the Darkness begins to blast through the P.A and Freddy pops out from
behind the curtain.. Freddy gets on his knees and lifts his arms up in the air expecting getting cheers, but get
boos instead. He leaps like a ballerina over the ramp onto the walkway. He slings his boa over his shoulder as
he shuns the fans around him.
Then AC/DC’s “Thunderstruck” kicks up and out steps newcomer, Thunder Kite. Dressed in his usual
lightning bolt attire with matching black mask, Kite comes down to the ring while fans nearby cheer him on.
Referee Pierre French calls for the bell to get this match underway.
Thunder Kite wants to shake hands with Freddy Fandango before they begin but PWA’s actor is not in the
mood for pleasantries. So they lock up to start things. Fandango with a slight size advantage pushes Kite into a
corner. He begins to unleash a series of rights and lefts in the corner until Referee French tells him to back
away. He acts, as usual, like nothing happened at all.
The two meet again in the middle of the ring in a tie up. This time Thunder Kite wins and whips Fandango to
the ropes. Freddy returns and gets taken out with a back body drop. Kite again runs to the ropes and rolls with
some thunder, landing hard on top of Fandango with a senton. Cover! 1...2...KICK OUT! Thunder Kite isn’t quite
finished though as he pulls Fandango up and unleashes a series of snap suplexes and ending with a final tiger
suplex. Bridge! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT!
Kite attempts to continue his assault but Freddy Fandango has other ideas. He blasts Kite with an elbow to
the face and follws up with a stiff delayed twisting vertical suplex! Now Fandango with a cover. 1...2...KICK
OUT! Kite gets launched hard into a corner and kicked square in the face with a running Yakuza kick! Freddy
with a roll up! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Freddy Fandango wants a faster count. Fandango pulls Thunder Kite up
into a Falcon Arrow but Kite reverses this into a rana for a cover! 1.2..THR…KICK OUT! There was a faster count
this time and it almost cost Fandango!
Thunder Kite nails Freddy Fandango with a series of chops and then goes for an Irish whip. Reversed by
Fandango. Reversed again by Kite! Freddy on the rebound gets pitched out of the ring! OH! Beautiful follow up
tope con hilo by Thunder Kite to the outside, crashing on top of Freddy Fandango! Kite uses the outside to an
advantage as he used the ring apron and then the barricade to weaken the back of Freddy Fandango. He rolls
Freddy into the ring and flies in with a springboard moonsault cover! 1...2...THREE…KICK OUT!!
The crowd seemed to be very entertained as both men continued to fight for the win. Thunder Kite landed
some chops followed by a whip into a standing drop kick. Another near fall by Kite! Thunder Kite went around
the back for a suplex but Fandango blocks it! Elbow to the face and a chop block to the knee of Kite gain
Fandango an advantage. He applies a torture crab on Thunder Kite, trying to get the submission victory.
Thunder Kite will not tap out though! He fights through the pain and gains momentum off of the fans'
cheering. He reaches out to the ropes after a hard struggle and was able to grab the bottom rope! The
frustrated Freddy Fandango whips Kite towards the ropes…springboard back elbow by Thunder Kite! The
crowd pops as Kite goes to the top rope. He jumps off onto the standing dazed Freddy Fandango, executing a
reverse hurricane rana! THUNDER CLAP! 1!…2!…THREE!! DING! DING! DING!
Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and moving on to the Premiere Championship Invitational
Finals…THUNDER KIIIITE!
Franks: What a victory for Thunder Kite! He just joined PWA and now he’s moving on to the Premiere
Championship Invitational finals!
Quadros: The Commissioner’s man knocked off JJ Biggs’ boy! This can’t be good for Biggs or Wren
Chesney!
PLAYTIME'S OVER!
Written by: Captain Howdy
::The bell has rung, and Freddy is sort of walking around the ring, getting his bearings after a tough
match. He walks over to the ropes, and looks out to the crowd. From behind, a familiar figure in a lime green
tuxedo, wielding a steel walking stick. Captain Howdy walks up behind Freddy, and stands there, reaching out
to tap him on the shoulder with the walking stick.::
Franks: What is he doing in there?? Oh this can't be good!!!
Quadros: What are you talking about? It's the Captain. It will be great!!
::Freddy turns around at the tap, and looks right into the face of the Captain. Howdy smiles, says "Boo!!"
and then clobbers Freddy right between the eyes with the walking stick. Freddy goes down like he's been shot,
and the Captain grabs a microphone from ringside.::
CAPTAIN HOWDY: There you go. Now you know what it REALLY feels like. Want some more?
::The Captain begins to systematically beat on Freddy with the cane now, targeting his elbows, knees and
head mainly. After several heavy shots have left Freddy basically motionless, the Captain drops the stick, and
pulls him out to the center of the ring. He sets Freddy up across his back, and looks to the crowd.::
CAPTAIN HOWDY: PLAYTIME'S OVER!!!!
::The Captain drops down, driving Freddy's head and neck into the canvas, then stands and looks down at
his unconscious form. He smiles, and grabs the mic again.::
CAPTAIN HOWDY: Now you have your motivation. No more method acting for you.
::"Captain Howdy" begins to play over the speakers, as the man himself takes up his walking stick,
twirling it like a baton, as he casually exits the ring among the boos and thrown trash from the crowd. He heads
up the ramp, looking back at his handiwork, as medical personnel come to the ring to help Freddy.::
Franks: That was uncalled for!!! Someone should do something about that!!
Quadros: What? Freddy stole that match they had, and everyone knows it. The good Captain just
delivered a receipt for it, that's all.
Franks: We'll see about that. I'm sure the Butcher will have something to say about all this.
Quadros: Don't count on it.
Demands
Written by: Okori
Stomping down the hall of the Orleans Arena Nighthawk walks into the office of the commissioner and sees
the Butcher sitting there going over paperwork.
Nighthawk: “I want Bryce at Mob Rules.”
Butcher: “But what if you make it to the finals of the Premiere Title Tournament?”
Nighthawk: “I’ll wrestle twice. I want Bryce. Give me Bryce.”
Butcher: “I’ll take it under advisement. Now get ready. You’ve got a match tonight.”
Premiere Championship Invitational
Mystic J vs. Chris Michaels
Written by: Jay & Neil
Franks: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match should be a barnburner.
Quadros: No doubt, Carl. Two men who will stop at nothing to be the man facing JJ Biggs at Mob Rules for
that Premiere championship.
Franks: Let's send it to Freddy!
Ferdinand: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is a semi-finals match in the Premiere
Championship Invitational tournament!
"Superstar" by Saliva hits the PA as the "HotShot" comes through the curtain. He walks slowly down the
ramp with a big smile on his face. He takes the steps into the ring and mounts the second turnbuckle to give a
one fist salute.
Ferdinand: Introducing first, from Roanoke, Virginia, weighing 225 pounds, he is "Hot Shot" Chris
Michaels!
Franks: This guy already has a big beef with Mystic J. and he's not going to just let Mystic waltz his way to
the finals.
Quadros: No way in hell, Carl. I smell Michaels, Fandango and Shane in the finals, with Shane moving on to
meet Biggs for the belt at Mob Rules.
"Clocks" by Coldplay plays over the PA system.
Franks: Wait'll you hear this crowd go crazy!
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, which causes the fans to scream in adulation. 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.
Ferdinand: And his opponent, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 315 pounds, "The No Pain Train"
Mystic J.!
Franks: These fans absolutely adore the big man from Atlanta!
Quadros: I don't understand why. Must be this crazy Hollywood air.
Franks: Um, Ray, we're not in Hollywood.
Quadros: We're close enough, though.
Then all of a sudden the crowd starts booing as Bryce Michaels steps out from the back! Both competitors
stare down at Bryce and demand to know what is going on. Bryce Michaels has no reply as he comes towards
the ring and stands there. Referee Sasha Brown gives Bryce an early warning about any funny stuff to which
Bryce replies with an oh so innocent hands up in the air expression.
Quadros: You were saying what about Hollywood, Carl?
Franks: I don't know what Bryce Michaels' business is out here but he better stay right where he is or
leave.
The referee calls for the bell to get this match started. The two men lock up. Michaels and Mystic break
up, as neither man can gain leverage advantage. Once again, they lock up, with a headlock by Mystic.
Michaels backs Mystic into the ropes, Irish whipping him to the far side, before getting dropped by a
shoulderblock from the big guy. Mystic bounces off the opposing ropes, jumping over the downed Michaels,
bouncing off the other side ropes, and clotheslining Michaels to the mat! The crowd cheers in approval as
Michaels rolls to the outside. Chris Michaels and Bryce Michaels have a brief stare down and then exchange
some unpleasant words.
Quadros: Smart move by Michaels to catch a breather on the outside.
Franks: Yes. Mystic with a string of successful moves.
Quadros: String? He hit a shoulderblock and a clothesline. If that's successful, why the hell ain't Jose' Jose'
the World champion?
Franks: He doesn't know how to clothesline.
Quadros: That explains it. Damned Mexican.
Chris Michaels slides back into the ring, as the two lock up, center of the ring. Mystic, this time, gets
headlocked, and tries to duplicate what Michaels did earlier, but the Hotshot is too smart to let that happen, and
simply drops to his knees, wrenching in the headlock. Mystic reaches for the ropes, but he's too far away.
Mystic manages to get to his feet, Michaels firmly keeping hold of the headlock. Mystic, with a scream, hoists
up Michaels and suplexes him down. Panting heavily, Mystic covers Michaels, only for a two. Bryce Michaels
doesn't seem to be impressed at all.
Franks: Not quite.
Michaels gets to his feet, waiting for Mystic to get to his feet. As soon as Mystic gets to his feet, Michaels
charges at Mystic, who ducks, causing Michaels to bounce off the ropes. Michaels turns around and meets
Mystic's size 23-Triple-E boot, causing him to tumble to the outside! The crowd cheers as referee Sasha Brown
begins the mandatory count-out. Mystic, not going to let himself win by count-out, hops over the top rope to the
outside, near the announcer's table, where Michaels is reeling. Mystic helps Michaels to his feet, who in
desperation, attempts a clothesline, but Mystic ducks and returns the favor with a vicious throat thrust!
Michaels falls to his feet, as Mystic walks over to the empty chair at the announcer's table and sits down! He
puts the headphones on and turns to Carl and Ray.
Mystic: Hey guys! What's happening? What a fuckin' match we've got going on here, huh?
Franks: You said it, Mystic.
Quadros: So, Mystic, enjoying yourself here so far?
Mystic: Very much so. And I'm chock full of surprises, as you know... uh-oh.
Mystic sees Michaels trying to make his way to his feet, and quickly slaps him across the face, screaming
"Don't you EVER interrupt The Mystic One!" Mystic takes off the headphones and tosses Michaels back into the
ring, barely breaking the count. Mystic with the cover, hooking the leg: 1! 2! 2.9999! Mystic gets to his feet,
somewhat spent, picking up Michaels by the hair. Mystic motions to the crowd that he's prepared to finish this
match, but Michaels drops on his back.
Mystic turns around and Chris Michaels nails him with an atomic drop! Mystic J steps away holding
himself, leaving himself wide open for a twisting back drop by Chris Michaels. Pin! 1...2...THRE...KICK OUT!
Chris Michaels is now feeling some momentum as he stomps away on Mystic J. Michaels pulls J up and whips
him hard into a corner. Michaels comes flying in with a forearm to the face! Mystic J steps out of the corner and
gets caught by a follow up bulldog from Michaels. Springboard moonsault by Chris Michaels for the cover!
1!...2!...2.932154!! Bryce Michaels now looks to be impressed by what he sees in the ring.
Franks: What a series of moves there by Chris Michaels to almost get the win!
Quadros: That is what makes him a premiere wrestler in this company, Carl.
Chris Michaels lands a couple stiff blows to Mystic J's face before he gets warned by Referee Brown.
Michaels yanks J up and drops him again with a snap suplex. Michaels is feeling it now as he gets to his feet and
plays the crowd some. He's waiting for Mystic J to get up. After a few moment, J gets to his feet and walks right
into a superkick from Chris Michaels! NO! Mystic J caught the leg and blasts Michaels with a short armed
clothesline! Mystic goes to bend over to pick him up, but Michaels pushes Sasha into Mystic. Mystic catches the
busty referee before he can hurt her, checking to see if she's okay.
Franks: What a deplorable act by Chris Michaels to push Sasha Brown.
Quadros: She was in the way! Or her boobs were at least!
Referee Sasha Brown gets into the face of Chris Michaels and starts berating him over what he just did.
Michaels shrugs his shoulders and pretends it was all an accident while Mystic J is on the other side of the ring
chuckling over Michaels getting chewed out. Bryce Michaels hops up onto the ring apron and taps Mystic J on
the shoulder. J turns around right into a C-4!! Mystic J bounced hard off the top rope!
Franks: Oh that was uncalled for!
The crowd boos as Bryce Michaels steps away from the ring as if nothing happened at all. Chris Michaels
hooks Mystic up... The Why Me? connects! Cover by Michaels, Sasha Brown right there to see it - ONE! TWO!
THREE! This one is over...
Ferdinand: Here is your winner, advancing to the finals of the Premiere championship Invitational
tournament, "Hot Shot" Chris Michaels!
Franks: That was crap! Bryce Michaels cost Mystic J this match. He should have just entered the Premiere
Tourny if he wanted to be involved!
Quadros: Perhaps Bryce Michaels has something up his sleeve. I think the Master Manipulator is returning
to form, Carl.
No More To Say
Written by: Okori
As Nighthawk sits in his locker room in the Orleans Arena in Las Vegas the door to the room opens and in
walks interviewer Miranda Buck. Clad in a Super Juniors World Cup T-shirt, his blue-and-white wrestling gear,
and blue-and-white boots, Nighthawk lets his long cherry bomb-red locks loose and gets himself warmed up
by doing deep knee bends.
Miranda Buck: “Nighthawk if we could get some comments before your match tonight against Ryan
Shane?”
Nighthawk: “No. I’m doing my talking in the ring.”
The Sexist Commissioner
Written by: Neil
Once again Commissioner Butcher is backstage in his office watching the Violation proceedings from
behind his desk. Suddenly Referee Sasha Brown enters the office in her usual tight stripped shirt that has been
cut to show some of her nice cleavage. Sensing he has another issue to deal with, the Commissioner turns away
from the television screen and focuses on Referee Brown.
The Butcher: What can I do for you, Ms. Brown?
Referee Brown: I want Aiden Miles fired NOW! I gave you time to review what he did to me last week. You
know, him sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong! In my cleavage!
The Butcher: Yes, I reviewed the tape.
Referee Brown: And still he has a job here? Then he proceeded to tough me AGAIN this week in a very
inappropriate hug! I don’t want to hug Aiden Miles! I want him fired and gone from this company forever!
The Butcher: What you need to understand is, Ms. Brown, this is a very tongue in cheek business. Did
Aiden Miles go off the deep end? Sure. Did he sexually assault you? In my opinion, no.
Referee Brown: Oh I understand, Commissioner. I understand very well! You’re sexist and don’t think
women belong in this business! So anything that happens to them is fair game, right? Chris Michaels pushed me
in his match as well. Is anything going to happen to him?
The Butcher: He will be warned and then fined if it happens again.
Referee Brown: That’s what I thought! Nothing is going to happen! He won’t learn and neither will Aiden
Miles! Why? Because you promote this type of behavior towards women!
The Butcher: I do not!
Referee Brown: Yes you do and the rest of my female co-workers agree too. As a matter of fact, I am
going to get them all to sign a petition and it’s going to be in front of your face next week! And if you don’t fire
Aiden Miles after that then you’ll have even bigger problems on your hands!
Referee Sasha Brown makes her way out of the office even more aggravated than she was when she came
in here to begin with.
The Butcher: Must be that time of the month.
The Tag Team Situation
Written by: Muru
[The intro to "Right Now" by Van Halen begins to play throughout the arena. The entrance ramp is dimly lit
as the figure of Ryan Shane makes his way out. The intro to the song then cuts to the chorus and pyro goes off as
Shane makes his way to the ring slapping hands with a few of the fans. He has his tag title around his waist and
has the other belt thrown over his left shoulder. As he gets to the ring he slides in under the bottom rope and
then stands and raises his hands high to the sounds of cheers. He grabs a microphone and gets ready to speak]
Ryan Shane: I know that in a few minutes time I am going to have a very important match with Nighthawk,
but there is something I need to address. As most of you know Jake Keeton was stripped of the Light
Heavyweight title recently and it left some to wonder what might happen to the tag team titles. Well I have
brought out both titles with me, and as of right now Jake Keeton is no longer one half of the tag team champions.
[The crowd gives a mixed reaction which seems to favor the boos]
Ryan Shane: It is my understanding that normally we would both be stripped of the belts, but The Butcher
is letting me keep my half for the time being. He isn't happy that they haven't been defended since our rematch
with Wing Zero, so he is making a tag team title match for Violation 29. He was hoping to book it sooner, but
there is a good possibility that I might not be available until then if things go well the rest of the Premiere
Invitational.
[The Shane fans in the crowd show there approval, and some even try to get a "Shane" chant going]
Ryan Shane: Now obviously I am without a partner, but I have been told that the decision is mine to make.
That being said I will be looking for a new partner in the next few weeks. So if there is anyone who is willing to
step up and take the challenge let me know. We might be able to work things out. As for the opponents, well
The Butcher is working that out as well. Alright I have held this up long enough, thank you for your time and
enjoy that match.
Franks: It looks like Ryan Shane will have a new partner. Someone on the PWA roster is going to have a big
opportunity fall into their lap.
Quadros: The Butcher should have just made another tournament. We can never have enough of those.
Premiere Championship Invitational
Ryan Shane vs. Nighthawk
Written by: Neil
Ryan Shane is all ready standing in the ring after doing his promo about the PWA Tag Team Titles. He is
waiting for his opponent to step out with a confident expression over his face. Then all of a sudden the house
lights in the arena suddenly fade all the way to black and are quickly replaced by blue and white laser lights
which draws an appreciative roar from the sold-out crowd. As the laser lights flash in time the roar grows ever
louder as the familiar opening strains of "Break It Down Again" by Tears for Fears booms out over the sound
speakers as Nighthawk stands at the top of the ramp, his profile silhouetted by blue smoke. Bouncing back and
forth on the balls of his feet Nighthawk stares a hole through Ryan Shane in the middle of the ring as the crowd
claps along in time with the beat, his ice-blue eyes never leaving his target as he walks down the ramp while
shaking hands of the first few rows of fans. Getting on the top turnbuckle Nighthawk raises one finger above his
head before crouching down in his corner.
Franks: This is a great opportunity for the youngster Ryan Shane here in this Premiere Championship
Invitational. He’s about to face one of the best light heavyweights around.
Quadros: “Best Wrestler in the World” you’ll hear him say. But we’ll see what Ryan Shane and the judge
have to say about that soon!
Referee Andy Sheppard calls for the bell and this match is underway. The two men circle around the ring
and meet in the center with a shoulder and arm tie up. Nighthawk goes for an arm drag but Ryan Shane lands
on his feet. Shane goes around the back for a waist lock but Nighthawk turns the tables and goes around the
back for his own. Nighthawk attempts a quick suplex but it is blocked by Shane. Shane with a snapmare
takedown but Nighthawk quickly rolls threw and to his feet before Ryan Shane can return any offense. Ryan
Shane and Nighthawk stare each other down with nothing being gained by either man so far.
Franks: Nicely done by both men to get the crowd into this early.
Quadros: The fact that Ryan Shane is still standing at this point speaks volumes.
The two lock up again but Ryan Shane faints and shoots in a kick to the midsection. Shane attempts an
swinging neck breaker but Nighthawk has him scouted and pushes him off towards the ropes. Shane returns
only to be taken down by Nighthawk with an arm drag into an arm bar. Ryan Shane feels the move out and
works his way back to a lateral base. Elbow to the sternum by Shane to break free. Oh! Standing dropsault by
Nighthawk to drop the youngster out of no where!
Franks: What a quick drop kick by Nighthawk. I don’t think Ryan Shane saw it coming.
Quadros: Well he felt it that’s for sure!
As Shane is holding his head, Nighthawk pulls him up and unloads a chop that sends Ryan Shane
sprawling backwards into a corner! WHOOO!! Nighthawk shoots in but Shane turns the tables and puts the
former Light Heavyweight Champion in the corner. Now Shane with a series of knife-edge chops! WHOOOO!
CHOP! WHOOOOO! CHOP! WHOOOO! Nighthawk walks out of the corner holding his newly red chest only to
be yanked down by the hair! Cover by Ryan Shane! 1...2...KICK OUT!
Franks: That was an uncalled for hair pull by Ryan Shane there, Ray.
Quadros: What do you expect? He learned from Jake Keeton. Win at all costs.
Referee Andy Sheppard warns Ryan Shane of the hair pull but the rookie sensation hardly pays attention.
Shane pulls Nighthawk up only to drop him again with a Russian leg sweep. Shane runs towards the ropes and
bounces off with a follow up face stomp onto Nighthawk! Forearm to the face cover by Ryan Shane! 1...2...KICK
OUT! Shane gets up and looks for another running face stomp but Nighthawk nips up and blasts Shane with a
rolling wheel kick just in time!
Franks: What a kick to the face by Nighthawk! He just shot right up!
Quadros: Speed and technical know-how are Nighthawk’s strengths in this match but Ryan Shane seems
to want to bully the veteran around like Keeton did.
Nighthawk remains in control as he hoists Shane up and drops him with wheelbarrow arm drag.
Nighthawk runs in with senton before hooking the leg once again. 1!…2!…THR…KICK OUT! Nighthawk applies
a cravate to keep Ryan Shane down. However that doesn’t last long as Shane finds an opening and hammers
away at the ribcage of Nighthawk. Nighthawk releases the cravate and gets snap mared to the canvass. Soccer
kick to the back of the spine by Shane! Now a sleeper hold by Ryan Shane to try and keep Nighthawk down.
Franks: So far Ryan Shane has matched Nighthawk move for move.
Quadros: He may not be technically proficient, Carl, but something else is driving this kid.
Nighthawk scramble towards the ropes which causes Shane to lose some leverage of the hold. Nighthawk
fires an accurate elbow to Shane’s midsection to break free. Nighthawk pops up and hits Shane with a series of
fast forearms that drops Shane against the ropes. Irish whip by Nighthawk. On the rebound Ryan Shane has the
back body drop scouted and hit’s a spinning neck breaker! Cover! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT!
Shane pulls Nighthawk up off the canvass and drops him with a northern lights suplex! Bridge!
1...2...THRE…KICK OUT! Shane looks at the Referee Sheppard and argues momentarily over the count as
Nighthawk rises to a knee. Shane clubs him across the back, causing Nighthawk to lay across the second rope.
Shane takes advantage of this and drives a knee into Nighthawk’ back. Nighthawk reaches out for help as his
air begins to get taken out of his lungs by Ryan’s body weight. The Referee Sheppard
counts…1...2...3...4...Shane backs away and raises his hands in the air like nothing happened at all. Then he
runs and delivers one more solid knee to the back, causing Nighthawk to sling shot off the rope and to the
canvass! Ryan Shane follows up with a fist drop and then hooks the leg! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT!!
Franks: Ryan Shane has taken control of this match with a series of devastating moves.
Quadros: This boy won’t be denied.
Shane pulls Nighthawk up off the mat and throws him towards the ropes in hopes to collect him with a
back body drop however, Nighthawk has other plans as he holds onto the ropes. Shane runs towards him with a
clothesline attempt but Nighthawk sidesteps him and uses the momentum to launch Shane over the top rope
and down to the floor! Shane lands hard as Nighthawk takes a moment to regain his air. As Ryan Shane gets to a
knee and then to his feet, Nighthawk takes the advantage with an awesome no-hands tope suicida!
Franks: Wow! That was Nighthawk at his best, folks.
Quadros: Ryan Shane should look back at the tape on that one because I doubt he’s going to remember it!
The crowd gives Nighthawk a pop as he gets to his feet first. He pulls Ryan Shane up off of the floor and
rolls him back into the ring before Referee Sheppard can go to far into his 10-count. Nighthawk with a sling shot
guillotine leg drop onto Shane! Cover! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Nighthawk remains in control as he applies a
surfboard submission that only causes Ryan Shane to yell out in pain. He then modifies the surfboard into a form
of a dragon sleeper that brings the crowd to their feet. The fans all yell out as they wait for Ryan Shane to tap
out! Shane however is not willing to tap out with a potential Premiere Championship shot on the line. Shane
reaches back and puts a thumb to Nighthawk’s eye, doing whatever he can to get out of this hold! Nighthawk
releases the hold and steps back, temporarily blinded.
Franks: That was hardly a fair move there by Ryan Shane.
Quadros: But guess what, it worked.
Both men get to their feet and Nighthawk looks ready to regain control. As he runs towards Ryan, Shane
catches him with a spinning back breaker across the knee! Cover! 1...2...THREE…NO!! KICK OUT!! Ryan
Shane pops back up and pulls Nighthawk off the mat. He executes a fisherman’s buster that folds Nighthawk up
violently on the mat! Ryan Shane hops to the turn buckles and measures up Nighthawk’ barely moving body.
Shane does not hesitate one moment longer as he executes his Allen Park Elbow from the second turnbuckle!!
Cover! 1...2...THREE!!!…NOOO!! NO says the Referee Sheppard! Nighthawk got his shoulder up!
Franks: Clutch kick out by Nighthawk!
Quadros: I gotta see a replay on that, Carl. That looks like a three!
Ryan Shane cannot believe it but knows the momentum is in his favor. He gets to his feet and leans against the
ropes, sizing Nighthawk up. Nighthawk gets to one knee and Shane shoots in with the Shaning Wizard finisher!
NO!! Nighthawk ducks out of the way and cracks Ryan Shane with a back flip kick to the temple! Both men lie on
the canvass staring at the ceiling lights as they’ve both beaten each other silly so far. A few moments pass as
the two continue to collect themselves. Finally, they both begin to get to their feet. Shane swings with a wild
clothesline attempt that Nighthawk turns into a tornado arm drag! Shane pops up but doesn’t have his feet
under him…Mexican arm drag by Nighthawk! Shane pops up again and gets a kick to the midsection!
CHICAGO FLAME! OH!! What a cross-legged brainbuster into a reverse piledriver by Nighthawk!! Cover!
1!…2!… THREE!!…….NO!! Damn it! NO! KICK OUT!!
Franks: Ryan Shane could have a broken neck after that!
Quadros: Yet he still kicked out!
The crowd was pretty damn sure it was over right then and there! Nighthawk has had enough and applies
the Arms Across America submission! The bridging grounded double chickenwing has Ryan Shane in a
compromising situation! Referee Sheppard wants to know if Shane wants to quit? “TAP! TAP! TAP!” starts
yelling the crowd. NO!, yells Shane in response! Nighthawk tightens his grip as Sheppard watches for Shane’s
shoulders to hit the canvass. He wants to know if Shane will give. NO! Nighthawk has no choice but to give up
the hold.
Franks: Nighthawk has Ryan Shane is a bad position but the rookie toughed it out!
Quadros: He is just tough as nails tonight, Carl.
Nighthawk pulls Shane off the canvass and whips him hard into a corner! Nighthawk unleashes a chop!
WHOOO!!! Chop! WHOOOO!! Chop! WHOOOOOO!! Nighthawk then hoists Ryan Shane up to the top turn
buckle!
Franks: Nighthawk is going for the final shot, Ray!
The crowd gets to their feet and begins to go crazy as Nighthawk follows him up. Shane knows something
is up and fights for his life with a couple forearms to the face! Nighthawk falls from the top turnbuckle onto the
canvass! Ryan Shane takes off with a Muru Splash for a cover! 1!…2!…Ryan Shane with a foot on the bottom
rope! THREE!! DING! DING! DING!
Ferdinand: Here is your winner, advancing to the finals of the Premiere championship Invitational
tournament, RYAN SHANE!!
Franks: Ryan Shane had his foot on the bottom rope to pick up the victory, Ray! That is hardly fair to
Nighthawk!
Quadros: Fair? Are you kidding me, Carl? The kid came in with a game plan and he executed it to perfection. A
win is a win in by book and it doesn’t matter how you do it!
Got Him
Written by: Andrew & Paul
(Terminus and Natalie are shown backstage, walking hand in hand and talking quietly among themselves
as they make their way toward the RTO locker room. Just as they arrive at the entrance, the voice of Miranda
Buck compels them to turn and face her as the PWA interviewer approaches them.)
Miranda: Terminus! Natalie! Do either of you have a moment to answer a couple of quick questions?
(Terminus and Natalie glance at one another for a moment, and then exchange shrugs before nodding
their heads.)
Miranda: Terminus, I guess the question that everyone wants to ask was why you and Natalie chose not to
accept Jason Sandman's invitation to enter the ring after the two of you defeated Ryan Shane and Chris Micheals
last week.
(Terminus shakes his head, and a sad smile is apparent through his mask as addresses Miranda.)
Terminus: I think the most accurate answer I can give, Miranda, was that I wasn't exactly in the mood to
celebrate, given what happened...or didn't happen...during the course of last week's match.
Miranda (looking confused): What do you mean, Terminus? You won the match, didn't you?
Terminus: Oh, we won, all right. But, it wasn't because we were the better team. In fact, I would go so far
as to say that we weren't really acting as a team at all throughout the course of that match. And, that, Ms. Buck,
gives me considerable cause for concern.
Miranda: So, if I'm understanding you correctly, you're saying that it was disappointment in your team's
performance during the match that led you to decline Jason's invitation.
Terminus: Indeed.
Miranda: And...that there was no other factor that played a role in this decision...
Natalie (looking annoyed): Miranda, what in the name of bloody blue murder are you trying to say!? If
you're suggesting that my Savior was somehow jealous of the fact that Jason got the pin in the match, then
you're SADLY mistaken!
Miranda: I...I wasn't...
Natalie: You want to know what other factors might have contributed to this decision, Miranda? Try the
fact that my Savior's brother in arms might, at any moment, lose any vestige of humanity, and attack Terminus
without provokation! Try the fact that my Savior doesn't know if he can trust the man who he considers to be his
closest friend!
Try...
(Natalie's voice trails off as she realizes that both the attention of Terminus and Miranda has been diverted
by the figure who is standing in the dimly section of the corridor.)
Jason: And to think, some of us acted like men of our words, while others thought they would play the prick
part.
(Jason smiles as he walks out of the shadows.)
Jason: Don't try to play the prick Terminus. The feeling just doesn't suit you.
Terminus (smirking): Sorry, Jason...but, you have to understand that I tend to get somewhat annoyed
when someone that I thought I could trust does something to jeopardize that feeling.
Jason: And I tend to get just a bit pissed off when I do something a brother asks me to do, and yet I still get
treated like a leaper. Tell me Terminus, do you want me to stay JAson for you, or do you just want me to play
puppet to you.
Terminus: (glaring) You know what I want, Jason? You know what I REALLY want? I want to see the
technical powerhouse that wrestled so well last week all the time. I want to see the man that is standing before
me right now...all the time. Because that person is a hell of a wrestler, and would be a hell of an opponent to
face at Mob Rules.
(Terminus takes a step toward Jason, and levels a steely gaze in his direction.)
Terminus: But...it seems as though you're not willing to make certain that happens. And...*shrugs*...that
means that I'm not willing to trust you as completely as I would have had you done so.
Jason: There we go? Now I see what this is truly about.
(Jason steps closer to Terminus with a smile on his face.)
Jason: Your mask covers many things, but he reveals your eyes. Your afraid of what I can do. You won't
admit it in front of her, but you fear what will happen. Evan, I fear what The Angel may do to others, but you fear
what The Angel will do to you. Trust me when I say, your fear is justified.
(Terminus takes a step forward, so that the two are standing nose-to-nose.)
Terminus: (grinning in unfriendly fashion): You don't get it at all. I'm not afraid of what the Angel can do to
me...I'm afraid of what it can do to YOU, and to those individuals that you and I both care about. You say that
you can control it...but, from where I'm standing, I think that the reverse is true.
(Terminus shakes his head, and his smile once again becomes sad.)
Terminus: Jason, it's getting to the point where I'm starting to think that there won't be anything that makes
you...YOU. And, I'm not going to let that happen. If you insist that I face the Angel at Mob Rules, then I am
prepared to do so. And, I am also prepared to end its reign of terror...even if it kills me...
Natalie: (looking concerned) My love!?
Terminus: And...even if it kills you, as well.
(Jason just smiles as he looks at both Terminus and Natalie. The sick laugh starts that can only mean one
thing.)
The Angel: You think it matters if Jason dies. He is only a host to the evil. Host are as easy to come by as
Natalie finds men. So do what you must in order to end my reign, but know that you won't walk away from this.
Natalie will be the widow that never was, and I will enjoy my time with her after you are gone.
(The eyes of the masked man grow wide with anger, and it looks like he's about to attack the Angel, but,
then curiously, he just returns the Angel's grin with a grin that seems almost pleasant.)
Terminus (turning his back on the Angel and spreading his arms out wide): Then, strike me down now.
You have the golden opportunity to do so, right now...and to gain the power that you so desire. This is your
chance, and, if you are who you say you are, you'll take advantage.
(The Angel motions like he is going to end the existance of Terminus, but instead decides to grab Terminus
and spin him back around.)
(The Angel motions like he is going to end the existance of Terminus, but instead decides to grab Terminus
and spin him back around.)
The Angel: That is what we call a meaningless kill. Just like the great Lion I want my kill to be trying to
make his escape, then as I run up and grab a hold of the neck, watch you kick and scream hoping for a miracle
escape. Mob Rules, Terminus there will be no escape.
(The Angel turns around and walks away from the champion and Natalie. Before he gets to far The Angel
turns around and smiles.)
The Angel: By the way, I was going to leave her to Jason, but her blood is now on your hands.
(The Angel laughs as he walks away.)
Terminus (calling after the Angel): You should have taken the chance when you had it, Angel.
(Strangely, Terminus mouths the words "I've got him", and then smiles pleasantly at a concerned looking
Natalie.)
Natalie: My love, what...what...?
Terminus (gazing at Miranda): Will you excuse us, Miranda> Natalie and I have much to discuss...
(With that, Terminus leads Natalie by the hand toward the RTO locker room, while a very confused looking
Miranda can only shake her head as she watches them leave.)
Cross Recoba & JJ Biggs vs. Shaun Andrews & Bryce
Michaels
Written by: Jonn
Franks: Well here we are ladies and gentlemen. The main event of the evening!
Quadros: I've been waiting for this match all night long Carl! First you have a former member of Project
Catastrophe teaming up with the Premiere Champion of PWA and enemy of Project C, JJ Biggs! I can smell the
chaos already!
Franks: That's just the tip of the iceberg folks. Not only do those two have to team up, but we also have
Shaun Andrews teaming up with Bryce Michaels. These two go way back and to put it simple..
Quadros: They hate each others guts! Never have and never will like each other!
Franks: And I bet that just tickles you pink doesn't it?
Quadros: You bet your ass it does. Two teams that hate each other. Finally!!! Something interesting to
watch tonight.
Franks: I don't know if I'm ever going to understand you. Let's send it down to Freddy.
(Freddy Ferdinand stands in the middle of the ring. Sweat stains beginning to form underneath his armpits
with the onset of summer coming.)
Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen. The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall with no
time limit. Introducing first. Weighing in at 230 lbs and arriving from Las Vegas, Nevada. He is The Fox, the Man
Worth a Thousand Bullets, he is...... Cross Recoba!!!
(“Space Dementia” by Muse kicks up throughout the arena to an immediate chorus of boos. Cross
Recoba steps out from behind the curtains and greets the boos as if they were millions of cheers. Walking down
to the ring, Cross ignores the jeers and rolls underneath the bottom ropes when he makes it down to the bottom
of the ramp. Finding the nearest corner, he vaults up to the middle turnbuckle and soaks in even more of the
fans criticism. He hops off and waits for his tag team partner.)
Ferdinand: Introducing his tag team partner. Weighing in at 297 lbs and hailing from Miami, Florida. He
labels himself “The Featured Attraction”, he is.... J.J. Biggs!!!
(Voices" by Disturbed hits the speaker system as the crowd stands up and rains down with a chorus of
boos! The curtain brushes aside and JJ Biggs walks out onto the top of the stage, with his PWA Premiere
Championship over his shoulder and his manager, Michael Bourne, next to him. He slaps his belt with his right
hand a couple of times before making a fist and raising it above his head. He continues walking down the stage
and he climbs onto the apron. Meanwhile, Bourne walks up the steel steps and he enters the ring through the
middle rope. Biggs steps over the top rope and he goes to the ropes and once again raises a fist over his head
as the boos grow louder. He takes off his belt and t-shirt; he acts as if he's going to throw the shirt into the
crowd, but instead he hands it to Michael Bourne. He takes one look at Cross and feigns disgust.)
Freddy Ferdinand: And their opponents tonight. Introducing first. Weighing in at 205 lbs and residing in
Charlotte, North Carolina. He is the “Offensive”, the “Shooter”, he is... Shaun Andrews!!!
(“Wild Out” by Lox hits the airwaves as Shaun Andrews bursts out of the back like a man on a mission.
Andrews ignores the mixed reaction he receives from the crowd as he eyeballs the two opponents inside the
ring. One of them being a former stable member way back in the heyday. Shaun Andrews reaches the bottom
of the ramp, uses the middle rope to bring him up to the ring apron and then slides through the ropes ready to
get down to business. He surveys the situation and makes sure that neither man can attack him from behind.)
Ferdinand: And introducing last. Weighing in at 230 lbs and coming to you from Country country,
Nashville, Tennessee. He is your “Hollywood”, he is the “Master Manipulator”.. he is “The Natural” Bryce
Michaels!!!
(“Man in a Box” by Alice N Chain blares through the PA system as The Natural steps out onto the stage
and immediately begins to jaw with the crowd, thus pumping himself up for the match. He gives as many fans
as he can, a cocky and sarcastic smile as he struts down to the ring like this match is in the bag. Michaels
hesitates outside of the ring and a smile forms across his face when he sees his two opponents attack Andrews
just as Andrews looks to cover his back from Michaels.)
Quadros: Woohoo!! The craziness begins!
Franks: I have a feeling the referee is going to have a difficult time containing this match tonight!
Quadros: I have no problem with that.
DING DING DING!
(Despite their differences, Cross Recoba and JJ Biggs are putting a beat down on Shaun Andrews like
there is no tomorrow. Bryce Michaels neatly places himself in his own corner with a smile that sends the crowd
into a heated frenzy. The referee finally intervenes and forces JJ Biggs and Cross to choose who is going to start
off the match. Both men take it on themselves to choose themselves as the one to start. They temporarily forget
about Shaun Andrews and begin to mouth off each other. Cross Recoba is the first to last out as he sucker
punches JJ Biggs in the gut. Recoba grabs his tag team partner and attempts to toss him out of the ring, but
easily the biggest man in the match has other ideas as he reverses the Irish Whip and sends Recoba sailing out
of the ring. Recoba lands outside of the ring with a dull thud and Biggs turns his attention back to Shaun
Andrews. Andrews is using the ropes to gather himself up, but not gathered in time because JJ Biggs takes two
big fists and crashes them down onto his back. Andrews buckles under the sheer force and drops down to both
knees. JJ Biggs yanks Andrews up before he has a chance to know what's happening and drops him down to the
mat with a Double-Arm DDT! JJ Biggs rolls Andrews over and goes for the quick pin! 1.......... 2........... THRE-...
Michaels breaks up the pin attempt!)
Franks: Didn't Michaels let Andrews have a beatdown earlier and do nothing with it?
Quadros: That's the beauty of a match of this caliber Carl! Michaels only cares about winning and not
about his opponent! Sure it might come back to haunt him later on, but that makes it all the more interesting!
Franks: I don't see the draw to something like this, but whatever floats your boat.
Quadros: This match is making my boat float!
(The referee sends Michaels back to his corner and he is all too willing to do so. On the outside, Recoba
has gathered himself and drags himself up to his corner. JJ Biggs stays down on one knee and begins to deliver
blow after hammering blow into the right temple of Shaun Andrews. He pulls Andrews up into a standing
position and wraps his thick arms around his opponent. Belly to Belly Suplex thwarted! Andrews has a leg
wrapped around that of JJ's own. JJ unhooks Andrews' leg, but it wastes far too much time! Andrews takes the
point of his elbow and slams it into JJ's head! Biggs world is temporarily rocked, but with his size he shakes it off
and is ready to counter... but, Andrews knows this. Andrews hunches down and barrels himself into one of JJ
Biggs' knees! Taken off his feet, JJ lands hard on his shoulder which is exactly what Andrews was hoping for.
With JJ lying on his stomach, Andrews seizes the opportunity and hooks in an Ankle Lock!! JJ Biggs eyes light up
like the Fourth of July as he struggles and screams! Andrews has the move cinched in with JJ Biggs looking like
he might tap out at any moment! JJ Biggs is just now noticing that he isn't too far from his corner! He begins to
slowly drags Andrews with him! Now only a few feet away! A foot. Six inches! Recoba has his arm outstretched
as far as it will go. Will he accept the tag? YES!)
Franks: After what happened earlier, I'm surprised that Recoba would accept the tag!
Quadros: You're not seeing why I get a hard on for a match like this! Why wouldn't Cross get the tag in?
He's out here to win just like Michaels, Biggs and Andrews are!
Franks: But his partner threw him out of the.... oh nevermind. This doesn't make sense!
Quadros: Of course it doesn't. You're not cool like me.
Franks: Whatever. Please just don't mention anything about you getting any more hard ons. I just vomited
in my mouth a little.
(Recoba gets the tag in! Shaun Andrews doesn't see it. Cross uses his arms to swing himself over the top
rope and brings both feet crashing down across the side of Andrews' head! Andrews rolls over onto his back
out of instinct, but Recoba drops a leg across the throat before he has a chance to recover. Recoba grabs
Biggs, yanks him up and sends him sailing out of the ring much like JJ did to him minutes earlier. Recoba turns
his attention back to Andrews and nails him hard with a boot to the face! He takes a few steps back from
Andrews and waits for him to get to his feet. Andrews groggily gets up and Cross heads for the far side ropes!
He jumps, lands on the middle rope and then springboards himself as he spins around! Just as Andrews turns
around looking for his opponent, Recoba blasts him with a Springboard Dropkick to the face. Cross with the
cover! 1......... 2............ THRE-... NO! Bryce Michaels makes yet another save! The referee gets up in Michaels
face and while Michaels is getting an earful, he's mule kicking the hell out of Andrews face! Michaels is sent
back to his corner!)
Franks: What?! First The Natural breaks up the pin and then is giving Andrews' face a makeover?!
Quadros: It's simply beautiful isn't it?!
Franks: What is going on in that ring that makes any sense?!
Quadros: Nothing and that's what makes it so gosh darned beautiful!
Franks: Sounds to me like when it comes to this bout, beauty is in the eye of the insane!
(Recoba stands up, drops an elbow down on Andrews. Up. Drops down again. Up. Drops a knee! Up.
Two knees! Andrews is down and out in the middle of the ring and Recoba can feel it! Recoba sneers at the
crowd as he heads towards the nearest corner and ascends the turnbuckle like a pro. He looks out across the
crowd and gives them a few choice words before deciding to descend onto the lifeless body of Andrews....
HE's STOPPED! JJ Biggs grabs him by the ankle and he can't go anywhere with such a powerful grip! BAM!
Recoba drives the heel of his boot into the face of his tag team partner! JJ lets go and Recoba jumps off as he
attempts to nail a Top Rope Guillotine Drop... Shaun Andrews rolls out of the way! Cross hits the mat ass and
foot first and begins hopping across the mat in pain! Shaun Andrews rolls up onto one knee and shakes out the
cobwebs! Cross up to his feet with his back turned towards his opponent! Shaun Andrews jumps up like a fresh
man. Grabs Recoba into a Full Nelson, lifts him up... Release Full Nelson Suplex! Recoba skids across the ring
and comes to a halt as he rolls over on to his stomach. Andrews is already back on the attack as he grabs
Reboca around the waist, lifts him up into the air and brings him crashing down with a Wheelbarrow Suplex!
Shaun Andrews hurries over and hooks a leg! 1............ 2................3!!! NOOO!! JJ Biggs comes out of nowhere
and breaks the pin attempt!)
Quadros: I love it! Biggs didn't have to help his partner, but he did because he didn't want to lose!
Franks: So what you're saying is that no matter how much each partner beats the tar out of the other, they'll
save the day in order to avoid losing?
Quadros: Exactly and thats why I've got a hard on right now.
Franks: Ack! Bad images get out of my head!
Quadros: You mean BIG images!
(Biggs heads over to his corner satisfied with the outcome. Shaun helps Recoba up to a standing position
and then tries to send him into the ropes via an Irish Whip, but Recoba counters and sends Shaun Andrews
flying instead. Recoba clearly isn't completely aware of his surroundings as he stumbles and then puts a head to
his forehead as he tries to shake off the pain. Andrews bounces off the ropes and doesn't realize that Michaels
tags himself in! Andrews comes back and cleans Cross' clock with a Flying Forearm Smash! Recoba hits the
mat hard and is sprawled out. Andrews hooks a leg and goes for the pin, but the referee doesn't start the three
count! Shaun Andrews looks up clearly confused. Referee motions that Michaels tagged in. Michaels enters the
ring and screams at Andrews to get out of the ring. Andrews up to his feet and now these two are staring the
other down nose to nose! Michaels pushes Andrews out of the way and drops down for the pin on Recoba!
1......... 2...... Andrews breaks up the pin and starts beating the crap out of Michaels! Michaels muscles his way
up to a standing position despite the onslaught and the two are now exchanging blows! Biggs steps over the top
rope and Clotheslines the both of them! Michaels drops down to the mat and Shaun Andrews hits the mat,
rolling out of the ring! Both Recoba and Michaels are down and out and JJ Biggs is being forced back to his
corner! Who will be the first to their feet?!)
Franks: I'm telling you Ray! This match just keeps getting crazier and crazier! I'm beginning to question
who really wants to win and who wants to beat the hell out of their own partner!
Quadros: Now you're starting to see the light Carl! They want to do all the above! Win and win by
themselves and that creates chaos from beginning to end!
Franks: And it creates nothing but a mess of a match!
Quadros: A mess of a match to you and a dream match to commentate for me!
(Cross Recoba rolls over and is on all fours. Bryce Michaels is up to one knee and looks like he might be
the first one up. However, Cross suddenly leaps to his feet and before Michaels has a chance to counter, Cross
flies towards the closest ropes! He slingshots off the middle rope like he had earlier, but this time he uses the
momentum to fly straight back! Elbow to the upper back of Bryce Michaels! Cross hurriedly rolls him over and
goes for the quick pin count! 1...... 2......THRE- NO! Michaels gets a shoulder up in the knick of time! Recoba
argues with the referee for a moment before deciding that it's not going anywhere. He grabs Michaels by the
hair and helps him up. Cross quickly wraps his arms around him behind and throws Michaels back with a
Release German Suplex! NO! Michaels flips over and lands on his feet and Reboca falls backwards thinking he
hit the move. To his surprise, Michaels drops down with an elbow to the face! Michaels up real fast. Standing
Moonsault! The Natural rolls Recoba up for the pin attempt! 1........ 2..........THRE-- NO!!!! Recoba kicks out, but
just barely in time!)
Franks: About time we start seeing some normal wrestling! These two right here match up pretty well!
Quadros: If it was anyone else besides Bryce and Cross showing their amazing moves, I'd be pretty
disappointed. They know how to turn a boring match into something exciting!
Franks: Indeed these two do know how to light up the mat, but there are plenty of other combos who know
how to do the same thing.
Quadros: Only if they've got tag partners who hate them! Otherwise it just isn't the same as the crown
jewel of a match we have right now. Anything else. Boooooring.
Franks: Sure if you say so, but I happen to like the high quality action we see every Violation.
Quadros: That's because you belong announcing the Special Olympics and not next to the greatest
announcer of all time... ME!
(Michaels believes he had the match won and is giving the referee an earful. No doing, so Michaels goes
back to the attack! Fist drop! Referee warns Bryce. Michaels helps Recoba up slowly and then sets Recoba up
for either a Russian Legsweep, or some variation of one. Michaels takes a moment to mock JJ Biggs who tries to
get into the ring, but the referee stops him! It costs him as Cross brings up a knee somehow and gives Michaels
testicles crushing force! Recoba quickly turns around and puts Michaels into an Inverted Russian Legsweep
formation, except he puts Michaels arm behind his own head! He kicks Michaels leg out from underneath him
and uses the force to slam Michaels backwards squarely on his head with a Ranhei manuever! He holds onto
Michaels whos shoulders are pinned! Referee turns around and drops down to the mat! 1..................
2.......................THREE................................NO!!!!!!!!! Shaun Andrews with a last split second save! Andrews
quickly rolls out and takes his place in his corner. Recoba is absolutely livid in the ring! He slaps the mat and
decides to take the frustration out on Michaels! He helps Michaels up to his feet. Grabs him in a headlock
position and starts running forward for a Bulldog! Michaels slips his head out of the headlock and shoves Cross
into what turns to be his own corner! JJ Biggs plants a fist into the kisser of Recoba! The referee signals this as a
tag! Michaels stands to both feet, but stumbles back down to one. Biggs sees the opportunity as he walks
confidently towards his opponent and signals that the end is right now! He hooks Michaels head underneath his
arm and lifts him up to nail him with a Brainbuster DDT, or as JJ calls it.. the Biggs Implant! Michaels comes to life
and begins using his free arm to send elbows to the top of Biggs head! Smack, smack, smack!! Biggs stumbles,
but keeps Michaels up! Shaun Andrews slides into the ring and takes both of Biggs feet out from underneath
him! Michaels spins around on Biggs head and now grabs Biggs by the head as he is falling! C4!!! C4!!!!
Michaels rolls him over and goes for the pin attempt! 1............ Cross sees the action and leaps up from where
he is and rushes towards Michaels! 2................ Cross Recoba with his arms up in a Double Axe Handle to
break up the pin attempt, but Shaun Andrews dives in front of harms way and takes the punishment from Cross
instead! 3!!!!!!!!!)
Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen. Here are your winners! Shaun Andrews and Bryce Michaels!!!
Franks: So in the end, it's Shaun Andrews who takes the blow in order for Bryce to make the pin! Why?!?!
Quadros: It's all about winning and kicking ass Carl. Sometimes you got to get your ass kicked to pick up
the win!
Franks: A bizarre concept you got there, but I guess it worked. I don't think this is the last we've seen from
these four with each other!
Quadros: Regardless, I was entertained.
Franks: As was I. Well that wraps up another edition of Violation, ladies and gentlemen. We'll see you next
week on our final stop before Mob Rules!
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