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Violation 28
Sunday, May 11th, 2008
Cow Palace in San Francisco, California
Challenge
Written by: Okori
As Violation comes back from commercial the opening strains of “Break It Down Again” signal the arrival
of the “Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk who walks to the ring with a determined expression on his face, as
though this is something he knows he is going to have to do but does not relish it in the slightest. Clad in a
short-sleeved blue T-shirt with his blue block-N logo in a Superman shield on the front and “Wrestling Machine”
on the back, blue-and-white lightning-pattern leather shorts, and black wrestling boots, Nighthawk reaches
over the ring ropes and asks for the microphone from the corpulent ring announcer Freddy Ferdinand.
Nighthawk: “Is this what you wanted Bryce? You have me scheduled for a court case to try and prove that
I’m not committing false advertising by referring to myself as the “Best in the World”, so me and my lawyer
figured that the best way to solve this problem was to show you why not just I call myself that. So at Mob Rules I
am suggesting that you and I face off against each other in a 2-out-of-3 falls match so that I can show you just
how good I am.”
Franks: This is gonna be great, Ray! Nighthawk vs. Bryce Michaels in a 2-Out-Of-3 Falls Match at Mob
Rules! That is going to be a clinic!
Quadros: Maybe then Nighthawk will understand the travesty of him calling himself the 'best in the world'.
Bryce Michaels will show him who is best!
Fire vs. Red Dragon
Written by: Paul
Franks: Now for our first match of the evening. Fire vs. Red Dragon.
Quadros: These guys have had some history is past promotions, Carl, so some bad blood could spill over
tonight in this match.
“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. Red Dragon stares down the
ramp at his opponent, Fire, who has already made his way down to the ring. Red Dragon makes his way down
to the ring and into the ring. And the referee calls for the bell to start this match.
The two men lock up and the larger Fire throws Red Dragon to the ropes and lands a stiff shoulder block.
Follow up elbow drop by Fire. Quick cover for a 2-count. Fire pulls Dragon up and drops him back down with a
vertical suplex. Fire throws Dragon to the ropes once again this time nailing a power slam and hanging on for
the cover! Another 2-count!
Fire throws Red Dragon into the corner and charges but Red Dragon
moves out of the way. Fire lands hard into an empty corner only to have Red Dragon jumps off the ropes with a
springboard dropkick knocking Fire to the mat! Dragon nails a leg drop and goes for the cover!
1..2...THR…KICK OUT! Dragon does waste any time as he runs to the ropes and comes back with Rolling
Thunder senton that knocks the air out of Fire! Hooks the leg! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT!!
Red Dragon pulls Fire up with an Irish whip. Reversed by Fire! Dragon returns with a cross body block but
Fire catches him! Oh! Spinning power slam by Fire and he hooks the leg! 1...2...2.9994653!! Clutch kick out by
Red Dragon! Fire starts to hammer away at the face of the downed Red Dragon, trying to bust him open.
Referee Pierre French starts the count…1! 2! 3! 4! Fire backs away before being disqualified.
Fire looks pissed off and he quickly goes and pulls Dragon up by the hair. Referee French gets on Fire
about pulling the hair and Fire doesn’t take to kindly to the idea. Fire gets right into the face of the official and
starts yelling. Dragon takes advantage of the distracted Fire and delivers a drop kick to the back of Fire
knocking him into the corner and also crushing the Referee French in the process! Dragon wastes no time,
going and getting the femur bone he loves to use. Fire steps out of the corner unaware of what is about to
transpire! CRACK! Red Dragon blasts Fire in the face with the femur bone! Dragon shakes the referee and
quickly makes his way to the top ropes and comes off with a spinning backwards 450 Splash he calls the Nail in
the Coffin! Cover! 1...2...THREE!!
“I am the Thorn” kicks back up as Red Dragon rolls out of the ring with that femur bone in hand. Fire is
revived by Referee French and does not look to be too happy over what just happened. He points out towards
Red Dragon in a threatening manner. Red Dragon heads backstage with the much needed victory.
Franks: What a cheap win there by Red Dragon. Seriously, he shouldn’t even be allowed to have that
femur bone anywhere near a ring!
Quadros: The referee didn’t catch him so it’s all good. Tough break by Fire. I wouldn’t be surprised if he
wanted another shot at Red Dragon after this one.
Laying Down the Gauntlet
Written by: Neil
The crowd is rocking so far for this 28th edition of Violation. “Nutshell” by Alice in Chains begins to play
and out steps Commissioner Butcher. He begins to make his way down towards the ring, slapping hands with
nearby PWA fans. Once in the ring the heavy Freddy Ferdinand passes the Commissioner a microphone.
The Butcher: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another edition of Violation. Tonight marks the last stop
before our big pay-per-view card called Mob Rules. Now before we get started tonight I would like to take this
opportunity to express my disappointment with the lack of effort from certain roster members. It appears that
some people think once they sign a contract and get paid they don’t need to work for their money. And that is
quite sad actually considering the talent we have around here. But not to worry, folks, we’ll cut our loses soon
enough and sign some new talent that actually gives a damn.
And speaking of giving a damn, recently the movement to save the PWA Light Heavyweight
Championship prevailed and now that vacant title belt will be up for grabs at Mob Rules. There has been
speculation who will be involved and what type of match it will be. Well right now I would like to tell the whole
world who will be in this match for the belt…
Then all of a sudden “My Way” by Limp Bizkit pipes up, drawing some loud boos from former TNW fans.
Out steps former TNW owner and current PWA Board member, Daz Van Dyke. Dressed in his typical custom
black Armani suit, Mr. Van Dyke stands atop the entrance ramp with a microphone in hand. The Commissioner
does not seem pleased by this interruption.
DVD: Butcher, I told you that London McCormack would not be here tonight as he remains on strike after
your blatant screw job of him against Shaun Andrews weeks ago. And true to his word and mine, London is not
here tonight.
The Butcher: Isn’t that just lucky that I didn’t book him this week then. We wouldn’t want our “Future” to
no show, now would we?
DVD: Don’t interrupt me. So far, London McCormack has been the ONLY wrestler named for the Light
Heavyweight Championship match. I would like it to be known that it won’t matter who else you name because
London McCormack is destined to win this match against anybody!
The Butcher: Maybe you would like to know the match type before you open your mouth, Daz.
DVD: Doesn’t matter!
The Butcher: Fine. Then I suppose London McCormack won’t worry too much about being the first entrant
in the GAUNTLET MATCH for the PWA Light Heavyweight Championship.
DVD: That’s the way it will be, eh, Butcher? Well I’ll have you know London McCormack has run the
gauntlets before and come out unscathed and unbeaten! He will do the same at Mob Rules and become the next
Light Heavyweight Champion and the greatest one yet! First in the ring and only one to leave still standing!
The Butcher: We’ll see about that, Daz. See, I’ve gone out of my way to put some men in this match that
are actually motivated to win this thing. There won’t be any slouches in this match like there were in the
Premiere Championship Invitational. No, London McCormack’s three opponents are some of the best light
heavyweights not only in this promotion, but in the world today.
DVD: Lay ‘em on me, Butcher. I don’t have all night!
The Butcher: In one corner will be PWA’s resident flamer…I mean, fireball thrower…AIDEN MILES!
DVD: What?! Aiden Miles? Are you kidding me? Didn’t he just have a Light Heavyweight Title shot? And
didn’t he get destroyed by the former champion who only had one good knee? You can’t be serious! London
McCormack is the best shape of his life! Imagine what he’ll do to that drunk, woman molester Aiden Miles! Tell
me you have better, Butcher!
The Butcher: It doesn’t get any easier for Mr. McCormack, Daz. No, in the next corner will be a man who is
beginning to make a name for himself with his new submission finisher, the Garibaldi Guillotine. I think
McCormack may know him, Daz. I’m talking about…CROSS RECOBA!
Daz Van Dyke starts to pace on the entrance ramp going ballistic over the name of Cross Recoba. Nearby
fans laugh their ass off at Mr. Van Dyke’s antics.
DVD: Bullshit! You’re full of it old man! London McCormack has all ready BEATEN Cross Recoba! He
embarrassed Cross Recoba! He damn near had Cross Recoba thrown out of the ‘family’ over that beat down!
Nuh uh, Butcher! You are not giving that “boy” another shot at London McCormack! It is a mismatch and career
suicide for Cross Recoba to get in that ring! Give these fans something they want to see. Give London
McCormack a challenge or just give him the damn belt like you should have weeks ago!
The Butcher: You keep setting the bar higher for London don’t you, Daz? I do hope he can compete.
Because in that final corner fighting for the PWA Light Heavyweight Championship will be a man PWA fans
know all about. In fact if it wasn’t for this man, PWA wouldn’t even exist. Ladies and gentlemen, the 4th man in
this gauntlet match will be…
“What I Want” by Daughtry begins to kick up as Daz Van Dyke looks around with a not so impressed look
on his face. The crowd pops loudly as CHRIS WILKINS steps out onto the entrance ramp! He stares down Daz
Van Dyke with a smile over his face as he’s chewing a piece of gum. Mr. Van Dyke is infuriated over this
booking and turns back to the Commissioner.
DVD: Damn you, Butcher! You think this is fun and games! You wish to toy around with PWA’s “Future”? I
know you’re trying to screw London McCormack! I know you always are! But next week, Butcher, next week at
Mob Rules…
Daz Van Dyke gets a slight smirk over his face.
DVD: …we will have YOUR number!
With that said Daz Van Dyke drops the microphone and storms backstage. Chris Wilkins stands on the
entrance ramp and plays the crowd over his return to a PWA ring!
Franks: Wow, Ray! Chris Wilkins has returned to the Premiere Wrestling Alliance!
Quadros: This is going to be an awesome match for the Light Heavyweight Championship, Carl. London
McCormack vs. Aiden Miles vs. Cross Recoba vs. Chris Wilkins! These guys are going to tear the roof off the
place in a gauntlet match!
Right Round the Corner
Written by: Bailey
The camera heads backstage to show Cross Recoba walking down the corridor, the live crowd audibly
boo and jeer the PWA star. He pushes his sunglasses onto his head taking his fringe with it. He is fiddling with
something on his arm, it’s a tracking device Mugs has forced him to wear, he tries to pull his suit jacket straight
to cover it up but to not much help. He is flanked by Lillian Walker who is smiling as she nods at acquaintances
she knows backstage.
Cross pulls out his phone and sees he has no messages, into shot walks Mugs’ faithful assistant, Boz Wells.
He puts an arm between himself and the wall blocking Cross’ path.
Boz: Ma’am , this doesn’t concern you, only this degenerate.
He says the words with obvious disdain for Cross’ general attitude and demeanour.
Cross: What is it Boz? Mugs got you doing his errands? You gonna take that from the Man?
Boz rolls his eyes and tries to ignore the baited words.
Boz: Nice watch…
Boz looks at Cross’ wrist.
Cross: It’s not a damn watch and you know it…
Boz: Well, at least now you won’t go astray, suits you.
Cross: You know in England some kid got his removed cause it wasn’t fashionable and to be honest…I
agree with the cockstain.
Boz: There’s a reason we had a civil war and one reason was the legal system sucked.
Cross: Do you have something important to tell me or you just gonna stand there and dream of owning
your own Popeye’s?
Boz’ eyes flash with anger but he lets it slide, he didn’t get where he was today by punking out every
ignorant white kid.
Boz: Mugs wants you to know that tonight is the last night that you do this shit with the crowd.
Cross: Not a problem, I’ve even come prepared…
Boz: You step outta line and you’re gonna have me follow you, no need for that charming accessory. Act
right and we might call it quits, there’s a hint for you.
Cross: You done? I’m not even scheduled to wrestle tonight…
Boz: I know, be the best card of the month.
With the withering remark Boz walks off laughing to himself as Cross is left to stew.
Lillian: Come on, it’ll be fine, relax, it’s a week off. No-one’ll notice the silly little device.
Lillian leads him off camera as we cut to commercial.
Respect the Bear
Written by: Rich
::The camera moves to the back stage area, where we see Havoc walking. Suddenly, a lime green blur
appears from behind, and smashes Havoc head first into the steel roll-up door. Captain Howdy stands over
Havoc, walking stick in hand.::
Franks: Captain Howdy just attacked Havoc!!! I thought they were both members of Camp Carnage?
Quadros: So did I. He must have a good reason.
Franks: He's not even supposed to be here this week!!
Captain Howdy: You lazy, good for nothing, piece of trash. What is it with you? You show up here, put in
next to no effort, lose to people you should be breaking into little pieces, and you think that you're still worthy of
being a part of Camp Carnage? Not likely. In fact, I have it on good authority from an old friend that you're
about out of chances.
Havoc: Wha??? What do you...
Captain Howdy: SHUT UP!!!
::The Captain swings the walking stick viciously, hitting Havoc in the head, and splattering blood on the
steel door.::
Captain Howdy: You had your chance. Now pay the price.
::For the next few minutes, there is absolute carnage in the back stage area. The Captain repeatedly
swings his walking stick, hitting Havoc in the head and sending blood flying everywhere. He pulls Havoc up off
the floor, and hits a vicious DDT right on the bottom of the roll-up door, where it meets the concrete. Havoc is
lying in a pool of his own blood, which is growing by the moment. Not satisfied, the Captain again pulls Havoc to
his feet.::
Franks: Oh no!!! He's setting up for the Playtime's Over!!! This guy is nuts!!
Quadros: He's sending a message. Brutal, but effective. Maybe Havoc will learn from this.
Franks: If he's not in a coma.
::Captain Howdy indeed has Havoc across his back, and drops down with the Playtime's Over onto the
concrete floor. Havoc is spasming, blood flowing from his head and mouth. The Captain rolls him onto his
stomach, and locks on the Back to the Rocking Horse submission. Havoc's eyes are rolling into the back of his
head, as the Captain leans forward and speaks to him in a low, deadly voice.::
Captain Howdy: Listen well, Havoc. You had best learn from this. You had best become the monster that
the Camp has come to expect. Otherwise, the next time I get a call from our mutual friend, he won't want me to
be this merciful. This was just a warning. Next time, I'll be serious.
::The Captain lets Havoc go, and he just falls to the floor, limp as a dishrag. Blood continues to pool under
him, as Howdy walks away. He turns, and spots something, and begins to smile. We see him walk toward the
area where he first attacked Havoc. When he gets there, we see George the bear on the floor.::
Captain Howdy: Why, hello George. How are you?
George: ......... ..... .............. .....
Captain Howdy: Him? He got what he deserved. Who cares?
George: .... ................ ..... .. ........
::The Captain moves toward George, then takes a step to the side. After a few moments, he comes back
and puts something down beside the bear.::
Captain Howdy: Here, have a beer. At least you're pulling your weight in all this. I have to get going. Lots
to do. Tell the EMT's not to be too gentle.
::The Captain walks away, leaving George with a beer, and Havoc with serious injuries, as the EMT's
finally begin to arrive.::
Quadros: He has more respect for George than he does for Havoc. I like this guy more all the time.
JJ Biggs vs. Havoc
Written by: Neil
“Voices" by Disturbed kicks up and out comes JJ Biggs with the Premiere Championship wrapped around
his waist. As he makes his way down towards the ring, former CEO Michael Bourne begins to follow behind.
Biggs steps into the ring and raises the Premiere Championship above his head.
Quadros: Look, Carl, it’s PWA’s Premiere wrestler!
Franks: He was handed the belt, Ray. That doesn’t make him anything.
Ferdinand: Introducing first…PWA’s Premiere Champion…JJ Biggs!
“The Way I Am” by Eminem and Marylin Manson begins to play for Havoc. Everybody stands around
with confused expressions over their faces as Havoc does not come out. Referee Steve Upshaw looks out
towards Freddy Ferdinand and discusses some things. Then Upshaw starts counting. 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10!
Referee Steve Upshaw calls for the bell! DING! DING!
Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by count-out…JJ Biggs?
JJ Biggs starts to parade around the ring showing off the Premiere Championship while the crowd boos.
Michael Bourne is jumping with joy.
Franks: Give me a break. Havoc was attacked backstage by Captain Howdy of all people so he couldn’t
get out here in time. JJ Biggs is acting like he actually defeated the man.
Quadros: He did beat him! He beat him psychologically! Havoc was a beaten man before the match was
even signed!
Rude Boy
Written by: Okori
As Violation comes back from commercial break we see Nighthawk standing on a box of anvil cases. Clad
in a sharp 3-piece dark blue suit, a white fedora, and royal-blue high-top work boots, the “Wrestling Machine”
looks less like the “Rocker Saint” that some of his fans in Mexico have called him and more like the Midwestern
reincarnation of the Jamaican “Rude Boy” aesthetic.
Nighthawk: “So is this what you wanted Bryce? Me furious, ready to crack, slice, and chop you up at Mob
Rules? You probably figured that doing this, going down this path you have been going down, was going to get
me off of my game, make me think of nothing else but destroying you. Well you guessed wrong my boy. See I
have spent too much of my time, too much of my career, dealing with and ENDING blood feuds. So I know what
you want to do, and it’s not working. I’m clear-eyed and ready. Ready to prove that I am better than you now. I
might not have been in TNW. But now… things change. See you in Los Angeles. And there…. Hollywood will
watch a star, THEIR star, fall.”
Created by: Jay
Stripping Down to the Truth
Written by: Andrew & Paul
("Becoming the Bull" kicks in over the loudspeaker and the fans in attendance give a loud-and generally
positive- reception to Terminus and Natalie Snow as the couple make their way toward the ring. The High
Priestess looks somewhat concerned as she makes her way to the ring; in contrast, the World Champion looks
almost serene as he holds the ropes for his fiancé, and then enters into the ring behind her.
The pair spend a moment soaking in the reaction of the crowd, and then Terminus raises the microphone,
and waits for the crowd to quiet down somewhat before he addresses the throng in attendance.)
Terminus: Well, ladies and gentlemen, we are less than two weeks away from Mob Rules...*pauses as the
crowd breaks out into cheers*...And, from a match that may well be the most significant encounter in the
history of the PWA. For, not only is this federation's World Title at stake...it seems that the lives of its participants
are at stake, too. So...with that in mind, I would like to invite my opponent to come down to the ring, and, if he
would be so kind, to elaborate on a few of the statements that he made last week...
(Back to the Primitive comes on speakers and as it begins Deal with It Bitch Productions Presents logo
come on the Teletron. As the words kick in Jason Sandman emerges to kind of a mixed reaction. Jason stares
down at the World Champion before he starts making his way down to the ring. Jason makes his way up the
steps and quickly jumps through the ropes, not wanting to let his guard down. Jason walks over to get a
microphone, but as he does his eyes never leaves Terminus's. Jason gets his mic and relaxes himself in the
corner. )
Jason: Sup Champ. What you need to know?
(Terminus stares at his RTO stable mate for a moment, as if assessing him, before shaking his head and
folding his arms across his chest.)
Terminus: Actually, Jason...there really isn't a hell of a lot that you can add to this conversation. For, we
both know that you've opted to sacrifice your identity, and your willingness to take an active role in my
upcoming encounter, so that the Angel of Death can attempt to claim my soul as his own. So...as much as it
pains me to say this...you're really not the opponent that I'll be facing at Mob Rules...
(Terminus takes a step closer, and stares intently at the number one contender)
Terminus: I need to speak to the person that I'll be facing; Jason...and I need to speak to him now.
(Jason looks at the World champion and just smiles and starts laughing. After a few seconds the laugh
starts growing more and more sinister. Jason is no longer with us and yet his body still remains.)
The Angel: Whoever said I wasn't here in the first place. Terminus you have always been a person that
only wants to look at what is right in front of his face and never see the inside value. I would think that someone
who wears a mask would know the difference between the man and the soul. I guess you aren't the man I
thought you were.
(Terminus simply smiles, and shrugs his shoulders in response)
Terminus: I'm so terribly sorry to disappoint you..."Angel". I guess you're still bitter about the fact that
every time you've tried to claim me as your own in the past, you've failed miserably. I guess repeated failure is
enough to make anyone a little disappointed,
Still, I am curious about one thing...why ARE you so adamant about claiming my soul? What, honestly, is
the reason why you feel the need to make me your personal sacrifice?
(The Angel smiles)
The Angel: Failed to claim you. No my son there have been no failures. Failure implies that one has given
up on their mission. I am simply just feeling you out, but since you asked why I chose you; let me ask you a
question. Why is that you think I have chosen you?
Terminus, smirking: Unlike you, Angel, I am not so arrogant as to claim that I have an answer for
everything. While I can eliminate the obvious response of the title belt that I wear around my waist- since I know
very well that you really don't give a damn about it- I personally, have no idea why you consider me to be
worthy of your attention.
Care to illuminate me?
The Angel: All answers come through actions. You will understand soon enough why you are the chosen.
You will understand why you must become the first born. I just wonder if you have it in you to take your reaping
like a man or will you run like a cunt.
(Natalie goes pale, and her lips purse in anger as the crowd lets out a loud "ooooh" at the comment. Yet,
Terminus breaks out into laughter, and appears unfazed as he stares directly into the eyes of his adversary.)
Terminus: Run like a cunt? Oh, Angel, that's choice. From what I can see, the only person in the ring that's
avoiding anything is you. And, you and I both know that the thing that you're avoiding is telling the truth.
The Angel: And what is your great truth?
(Terminus takes another step closer to the Angel, and his voice drops into a low whisper.)
Terminus: The truth..."my friend"...is that you're really not who you say you are. You see, I remember our
conversation last week, and I saw the look of pure, unadulterated glee when you spoke of watching me suffer,
and how that glee became even more prominent when you spoke of having your way with Natalie after I was
gone...
(Terminus breaks out into a slight, though not very friendly, grin as he continues)
Terminus: Now, if you REALLY were Death incarnate, you wouldn't have had that expression in your eyes.
You would simply go about your business, without displaying any hint of malicious intent, or glee at the thought
of causing others suffering. Death simply is what it is...nothing less, and certainly nothing more.
(By now, the crowd is completely silent as they listen to the words uttered by the PWA World Champion)
Terminus: I don't know who you are...or what you are...but you certainly aren't an Angel...and you sure as
hell ain't Death. All you appear to be is just another spoiled brat who whines and complains about being
misunderstood, and who resorts to threats when things don't go your way. Well, at Mob Rules, things will NOT
go your way...and, to borrow a phrase from someone I actually respect, you are just going to have to deal with
it...bitch!
*MASSIVE OH SNAP POP!*
(The Angel lets out an evil sounding hiss.)
The Angel: Foolish mortal don't think that you can understand what death is all about. You want to talk
about pain. You want to talk about making people suffer. What would make a woman suffer more than watching
her love lose his life, then being forced to make love to the man who just broke her heart? Some may call it rape,
but the enjoyment she will experience will soon take over the grief. Terminus, I will make her my own and once I
am through your soul will scream as you watch your lady love serve another master.
(The Angel walks over to Natalie and licks his lips before looking back at Terminus.)
The Angel: And just so you die in anguish I won't let you die until you get to see her true enjoyment. At Mob
Rules I will take your belt, your life, and everything you hold precious. When I am through none will be precious
anymore.
(The crowd lets out a collective gasp at the Angel's words, and Natalie recoils as if struck. The eyes of
Terminus grow cold, and he closes them for a moment, and takes a deep breath in order to keep his composure
before opening them, and breaking out into a wide smile.)
Terminus: It seems as though I touched a nerve...didn't I? You realize now that you hold no power over
me...You never have and never will. So, instead, you target the woman I love...without considering the fact that
she is most definitely as strong-if not stronger- than I am. You’ve picked a fight that you cannot win, against an
opponent you cannot defeat, Angel..and, when all is said and done, everyone in Madison Square Garden will
realize that you are nothing more than a pathetic, useless waste of time...they'll realize it...you'll realize it...and,
most importantly, Jason will realize it.
(Natalie breaks out into a wide, adoring smile as he regards the man she calls Savior, while the crowd
breaks out into loud cheers.)
Terminus: And, once Jason realizes that he is much stronger that you could ever hope to be, then we can
have the match that I want...and the match that I WILL HAVE!
(The Angel just smiles as he listens to what Terminus has to say. Almost as soon as Terminus finishes
speaking The Angel grabs hold of Terminus's face and slams him down with STO/Claw move. Natalie screams
as she sees her man fall. The Angel just laughs as pulls his hand away bringing the mask with him. The Angel
continues to laugh as steps away from the fallen champion, rolling out of the ring mask in hand.)
(Thinking quickly, Natalie quickly takes off her Gundan RTO T-shirt, and, ignoring the appreciative
whistles of the crowd, drapes it over his head. The brassiere-clad Natalie then helps him up while making
certain that the champion's long black hair obscures his features, all the while screaming curses at her lover's
assailant. For his part, the Angel continues to laugh as he slowly backs away, holiding up the mask of Terminus
for the entire world to see.)
Quadros: I love it!
Franks: What!? How can you condone the words, and actions of a creature as despicable as The Angel!?
Quadros: I can't, really! But, they did provide Natalie with an excuse to take off her shirt, and anything that
causes that to happen is good as far as I'm concerned!
The Riot Rumble
Written by: Neil
Commissioner Butcher is seen walking backstage following his interaction with Daz Van Dyke in front of
the fans. Judging by his demeanor, everything went well for the Commissioner concerning the Light
Heavyweight Championship match. Before he can get to his office, he is approached by Miranda Buck and her
trusty microphone.
Miranda: Commissioner, I have a few questions concerning some of the match-ups at Mob Rules.
The Butcher: Ah, Miranda, just the gal I was looking for. I had more to say out there earlier concerning
Mob Rules but unfortunately I was interrupted by Daz Van Dyke. I do hope he is enjoying the rest of his evening
because so far I am having a blast.
Miranda: What else do you have to say about Mob Rules? Any breaking news?
The Butcher: Yes, as a matter of fact I do have some breaking news. It’s a little something I planned over
the past week for all of those wrestlers not scheduled to be on Mob Rules. PWA is going to have the first ever
Riot Rumble next week at Mob Rules.
Miranda: Riot Rumble? Let me guess, over the top rope battle royal?
The Butcher: You’re close, Miranda. Eliminations will take place over the top rope, however, landing on
the floor does not mean you are eliminated.
Miranda: Did I hear that right? You are not eliminated after landing on the floor?
The Butcher: That is what I said. This Riot Rumble is going to have a little added twist to it, Miranda.
Outside of the ring there will be tables set up by PWA crew members. The object obviously is to be the last man
standing. To do this you must throw your opponents over the top rope and THROUGH a table. Your opponents
are eliminated ONLY when they go through a table. Understand?
Miranda: That’s a rather…interesting concept. What does the winner get?
The Butcher: Besides being the first ever winner of a Riot Rumble Match, the winner will receive a shot at
the Premiere or Light Heavyweight Championships whenever they feel like cashing in. You know, to give the
guys a little extra motivation to win it all.
Miranda: This should be an interesting match, Commissioner. Thank you for breaking this news with me.
The Butcher: Any time, Miranda.
Commissioner Butcher turns to walk away and he ends up stepping right into a female PWA crew member
holding a hot cup of coffee. The hot coffee spill all over the Commissioner’s suit, causing him to cringe painfully
as the steaming hot liquid begins to burn his skin!
The Butcher: AH!!!
He starts dancing painfully in place as Miranda Buck and the female PWA employee are completely
shocked over what is happening. The Commissioner toughens up as he face turns red in anger while he stares
down at the woman.
The Butcher: Watch where you’re going you stupid BITCH! AH! Damn it! You burned me you idiot! Get out
of my face! You’re fired! FIRED!! JESUS CHRIST!
The female employee breaks down into tears as the Commissioner hurries away towards a bathroom
where he can clean himself off and check his unfortunate hot goods. Miranda Buck is completely shocked over
the Commissioner’s outburst as she tries to console the former PWA female employee.
Franks: Wow, I don’t know what to make of that, Ray. Um, first ever Riot Rumble? Should, um, be good.
Quadros: That’s what I call a waste of a good cup of coffee, Carl. As for the Riot Rumble? It should be cool.
Maelstrom vs. Bryce Michaels
Written by: Neil
Franks: Next up we have a big time match-up featuring two former TNW World Heavyweight Champions
and Hall of Famers, Bryce Michaels and Maelstrom.
Quadros: Butcher booked this match because Bryce is suing him and PWA for a dangerous work place!
He knows Bryce is in to shape to wrestle this match!
The lights dim and a crack of thunder rips through the arena, as the infamous "Raining Blood" by Slayer
gets the fans on their feet and screaming. Chants of "MAEL-STROM! MAEL-STROM!" nearly drown out the
music as a white strobe pulses in time with the drum. Then, just as the guitar sets in... BOOM! A single clap of
thunder and a blinding spark of white flame engulfs the entryway, and there stands Maelstrom in his classic
metal mask and spiked shoulder pads. The crowd is rabid as he strolls to the ring, hands outstretched to the
fans on both sides of the walkway.
Then "Man in a Box" by Alice and Chains begins to play and out comes Bryce Michaels with that patented
pearly white smirk over his face. He begins to make his way down to the ring, playing the hating crowd for all
it’s worth. He slides into the ring and stares down face to face with Maelstrom. Referee Andy Sheppard calls for
the bell to get this match underway.
The two stare each other down to try and psych each other out but that is a no go as neither man backs
down. They lock up in a test of strength which Maelstrom wins by backing Michaels into a corner. Referee
Sheppard wants a clean break. As Maelstrom is backing off, Bryce slaps him in the face!
They lock up again mid ring and Maelstrom wins with power. Irish whip. Michaels turns and knees
Maelstrom in the side of the head as he went for a back body drop. Michaels with a follow up series of chops
that rocks Mael back. Irish whip by Michaels. Leap frog by Michaels as he runs through. They both meet again
at full speed in the middle of the ring but Maelstrom wins out with a power slam! Cover! 1...2...KICK OUT!
Maelstrom rises Michaels to his feet and pulls him up into a vertical suplex. Maelstrom holds Bryce until he
is red in the face and drops him hard! Cover! 1...2...KICK OUT by Bryce Michaels. Maelstrom bulls Michaels
into a corner with some shoulder blocks. Maelstrom runs with a powerful spear into the corner but only eats a
ring post. Michaels grabs the wounded shoulder and snaps it off the top rope. Arm drag by Michaels with a
follow up perfect drop kick to the back of Maelstrom’s head! Cover! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT!
Bryce Michaels has the upper hand as he kicks away at the arm of Maelstrom. He pulls him up and
executes a key-lock suplex! Bridge! 1...2...KICK OUT by Maelstrom. Michaels with a follow up shoulder
breaker across the knee. Springboard moonsault by Bryce for a cover! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT!! Michaels is
feeling the momentum as he waits for Maelstrom to get up. Left hand by Bryce. Right by Maelstrom. Left by
Bryce! Right by Maelstrom! Series of left hands by Bryce Michaels! Series of rights by Maelstrom as he is
winning the slugfest! Nasty powerful Irish whip by Maelstrom plasters Michaels into the corner! Another
attempted running spear by Mael but this time Michaels counters with a drop toe hold that snaps Maelstrom’s
head across the middle turnbuckle!
Bryce Michaels begins targeting the surgically repaired neck of Maelstrom now. Falling neckbreaker.
Cover! Kick out at 2. Stalling brainbuster by Michaels for another cover! 1...2...KICK OUT! Snap DDT another
cover! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT!! Bryce Michaels stands up and he’s calling for the end as the crowd starts
booing loudly. Maelstrom gets to a knee and then to his feet as he’s holding his neck. He turns around and walks
right into a C-4!! Maelstrom’s neck snaps back on the canvass from the finisher! Bryce Michaels with the cover!
1!…2!…THREE!!! DING! DING! DING! “Man in the Box” begins to play again as Bryce Michaels celebrates his
victory.
Franks: What a victory for Bryce Michaels as he goes on to Mob Rules in a winning steak!
Quadros: He’s sending a message to Nighthawk right now, Carl. He is the best wrestler in the world.
My Era
Written by: Dan
[Johnny Red is backstage standing next to "The Franchise" Dade Davis. Red has a big grin on his face,
while Davis looks perturbed by Red's excitement.]
Johnny Red: I am backstage right now with a man making his return to Violation, "The Franchise" Dade
Davis! This is a great moment Dade and I know there are so many questions that people want to hear the
answers too.
[Davis snatches the microphone out of Red's hand.]
Dade Davis: Well first of all, calm the hell down. And second, I want to talk right now about "Hot Shot"
Chris Michaels, because within that lies many of the answers that everyone seeks. Lets ignore that last match,
lets ignore my tardiness in arriving at the airport. Because those things are not as relevant as Chris Michaels will
lead you to believe. But what is relevant? A few weeks back I was in a car accident, injuring the same knee that
has taken me out of this game too many times to count and forcing me out of PWA for a short time. But instead
of giving counsel, instead of having my back; Chris Michaels stood against me. His fear of abandonment, his
fear of having me turn my back like Chris Cypher did...it played with his aged and brittle mind.
So let me turn your delusions into reality; I am done with you Chris Michaels. I am not calling you out, I am
not going to fight you and I simply will not have your back anymore. The day you and I walked from the
hospital, Chris Cypher died to me. Ironically, the next time I walked out of a hospital it was by myself. That day,
you died to me; The Trio ended completely.
And then there is Era. But it still has a heartbeat. It still lives eternally within The Franchise, within Dade
Davis. The Era was never about the old, never about the dilapidated paths taken to the top of this industry. So in
reality, this Era was never really about Chris Michaels no matter what we made him think. This is a sport where
you live by adjustment or die by being stagnant. The sport changes, the people change and you can either
adapt or die off. We know what dying off looks life. Meet adaption...meet a new Era...meet The Franchise.
See I was never a bad partner, never a bad friend. I was visionary. Chris Michaels, like many before, just
didn't like the picture that was being painted. The problem was that I was trying to share my vision with others,
with the world. But it's my damn vision and this time it is going to work. This time, this Era is mine. And why?
Because I am Dade Davis. And yeah, it is still just that simple.
[Dade flashes an evil grin, drops the mic and walks off camera.]
Reckless Jack vs. Mystic J
Written by: Nathan
Franks: Next up we have a match-up between two Los Hell Brothers memebers. Mystic J and Reckless
Jack.
Quadros: Mystic J has been coming on strong, Carl. The only thing strong about Reckless Jack is his odor
because he stinks in that ring.
Without warning, the whole arena goes dark. People start to get restless and begin to talk to each other,
talk on their cell phones or go to the concession stands. Then without a second warning, "Live To Win" by Paul
Stanley begins to play. Once the vocals begin to take the arena over, red strobe light kicks up. The fans get on
their feet as chorus starts. Red sparks fly down from the ceiling as the lights are back on. Reckless Jack stands
admist the sparks with his arms stretched out. Once he brings them back in, he starts to walk down to the ring,
slapping hands with the many fans. Reckless Jack goes around ringside, still high fiving the fans until he has
completed the trip around. He then walks up the ring steps and enters through the middle rope. Reckless Jack
then goes to the closest turnbuckle stares out into the crowd. A few fans take a picture as he hops off and does
the same on the opposite side of the ring. Reckless Jack finally stands in the middle of the ring. While his music
fades away, he adjusts his kick pads before before going into a corner.
"Right On Time" by AM Conspiracy 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.
The bell rings. Mystic J and Reckless Jack stared across the ring at each other. RJ charged forward and
Mystic J did the same. They met in the center and J knocked him down with a Clothesline. RJ quickly got back to
his feet and Mystic J knocked him down with another Clothesline. Mystic J helped RJ back to his feet and he
threw him into the corner with an Irish Whip. RJ stumbled out of the corner and Mystic J hit him with a
Spinebuster Slam. An elbow drop and a finishing leg drop later, Mystic J went for the pin attempt but Reckless
Jack managed to kick out after the two count.
Mystic J was quick to his feet and he was ready to continue with this match. He went to pick RJ up to his
feet, but RJ showed some speed by quickly rolling Mystic J up, but he kicked out just before the referee's hand
hit the mat for the third time. Mystic J got to his feet quickly and he shook the cobwebs away and Reckless Jack
was up as well. RJ went for a kick to the midsection, but Mystic J caught his foot. RJ quickly jumped up and he
nailed Mystic J with an Enziguri. He went for the cover again, but Mystic J powered out after a two count. Both
men are to their feet and RJ ducks under a right hand and he knees the bigger opponent in the midsection. He
goes off the ropes and he hits Mystic J with a Dropkick to the side of the head. Another pinfall, a kick out after
two.
Reckless Jack gets to his feet and Mystic J eventually does as well. Reckless Jack runs in Mystic J's
direction and he hits him with a Clothesline. Mystic J stumbles back, but that's all. Reckless Jack backs up to do
it again, but this time Mystic J nails Reckless Jack with a Big Boot! RJ slowly gets to his feet and Mystic J goes up
behind him and he locks in the Mysticizm (Modified Triangle Choke)! He drops to the mat and Reckless Jack
tries to fight it, but he taps.
Freddy Ferdinand: The winner of this match via submission.."The No Pain Train" Mystic J!
Franks: Another victory for Mystic J as he looks to show the Commissioner he is worthy of a title shot.
Quadros: But he just beat Reckless Jack, Carl. Everybody beats him!
Gotta Pick a Pocket or Two
Written by: Neil & Josh (Dixie Normas name)
Commissioner Butcher is seen in a private men’s restroom here in the Cow Palace. He is standing in his
blue striped boxer shorts and undershirt mumbling to himself over being damn near burned to death by hot
coffee mistakenly spilled on him by a female PWA worker. His soaked clothes are laying across the sink
dripping dry while he has a spare suit hanging on a hook from the stall wall. He is currently standing under a
hand dryer trying to carefully dry off his slightly wet crotch area.
The Butcher: Stupid idiots trying to burn me and sue me out of this company. I’m gonna…I’m gonna get
them all. Friggin’ idiots…
He continues to stand under the hand dryer trying to dry off his family jewels when all of a sudden Referee
Sasha Brown comes storming into the men’s restroom. She approaches the shocked and annoyed Butcher, who
continues standing there trying to dry himself off.
Referee Brown: Butcher! What is this I hear about you firing Dixie Normas?!
The Butcher: Dick’s enormous? Why, um, thanks Ms. Brown. I do take care of myself.
Referee Brown: The WOMAN you fired a while ago!
The Butcher: Oh! That bitch who burned me with her freakin’ coffee?! Her name was Dixie Normas? She
damn near burned my balls off!
Referee Brown: You’re a disgusting pig, Butcher! Quit jerking off and listen to me! How could you fire her
over an accident but keep Aiden Miles around after he groped me not once but TWICE in two weeks?! Explain
that!
The Butcher: You’re still on about that? For the last time, Aiden Miles is not being fired!
Referee Brown: Oh I see, you rather give him a shot at the Light Heavyweight Title than actually do the
right thing and fire him for his abuse towards women. I knew it! You truly are a sexist pig! And I know exactly
why you fired Dixie Normas and it wasn’t because of the coffee accident!
The Butcher: Enlighten me, Ms. Brown, because I have about had it with you and your claims that I hate
women.
Referee Brown: You fired her because she signed my petition to have Aiden Miles thrown out of the
company!
The Butcher: Petition? What are you talking about?
Referee Sasha Brown pulls out a folded up piece of paper from her back pocket. She hands it over to the
half dressed Commissioner. He unfolds it and gives it a look over.
Referee Brown: All the women here in PWA signed that petition. We demand Aiden Miles be fired!
The Butcher: This is a long list of names here. Who knew we had that many women working in PWA.
Natalie Snow…no big shock there she signed this. Miranda Buck? The hell, I just spoke with her. Dixie
Normas…Nurse Cummings…Theresa Ford, that shocks me…NIKKI CORTEZ?! WHA?!
Commissioner Butcher is completely shocked to see his own wife signed this “petition”. He crinkles the
paper up and drops it to the floor.
The Butcher: You’re a liar! You made this up! My own wife wouldn’t sign this! Would she?
Referee Brown: She did and so did all the women of PWA! We want Aiden Miles fired! If he is not fired by
Mob Rules you’ll have even bigger problems on your hands!
The angered Commissioner grabs Referee Sasha Brown by the arm and escorts her out of the restroom
and into a busy hallway. There he is standing half dressed yelling at the referee and pushing her away. People
in the hallway stop what they are doing and stare at this bizarre scene.
The Butcher: You don’t make threats around here, Ms. Brown! I run this company and nobody is going to
tell me how to conduct my business! You can send me signed petitions all day and all night…Aiden Miles stays!
Do I make myself clear?
Referee Brown: And I have made myself clear, Commissioner! You asked for it. At Mob Rules I will have a
large group of women’s rights activists picketing outside the arena doors! Every time a wrestler, fan, or PWA
worker shows up they will understand loud and clear that we will not tolerate Aiden Miles’ behavior and the
anti-woman company PWA has become under your watch! My sisters will unite and YOU will be fired by the
end of Mob Rules!
The Butcher: We’ll see about that!
Referee Brown storms away as the Commissioner walks back into the restroom to put his clothes back on.
He reaches for his things and notices his wallet, car keys, and cell phone are missing. He looks around
frantically and doesn’t find them anywhere. He runs back out of the restroom still partially undressed and yells
down the hall.
The Butcher: Who stole MY shit?!
Slay the Dragon
Written by: Rich
::The camera once again goes to the back, where Red Dragon is now walking back to his locker room.
Suddenly, he is hit in the back of the knees by a figure wearing jeans and a hooded sweatshirt, the hood pulled
up and hiding his face. Dragon goes down hard, clutching at his knee. The figure stands, and we see he is
holding the femur that Dragon has used as his weapon of choice lately.::
Franks: What is this tonight? Dragon is under attack by some unknown person. Where is the security??
Quadros: I don't know, but it looks like Dragon is in big trouble.
::As the attack continues, the hooded assailant smashes Red Dragon over and over again with the femur,
aiming for his knees, head and chest. Dragon finally stops moving, blood flowing from a dozen small wounds.
The attacker stands over Dragon and locks in a STF, but then grabs his arms and puts on a chicken wing at the
same time. Dragon screams in pain and struggles, but his attacker just keeps tightening the hold and applying
more and more pressure. Finally, blood flowing from his scalp and forehead, Red Dragon passes out. The
hooded man stands, and the camera can still not see who it is. He looks down at the fallen Dragon, and slowly
runs a thumb across his throat.::
Franks: Whoever this is, he has some wrestling knowledge. He's sending a message to Red Dragon, but
who is he??
Quadros: No idea, but I think Dragon might know. Maybe we can ask when he comes to. Maybe it's the
friend that Captain Howdy was referring to.
::Speak of the devil. The screen picks up Captain Howdy, as he walks into view, twirling his blood-stained
walking stick. He looks at Red Dragon, then at the hooded man.::
Captain Howdy: Damn, you beat me to it. Nice work. You'd best get moving now.
::The hooded man nods and leaves, heading out of the building. The Captain watches, smiling, then
moves to Red Dragon.::
Captain Howdy: Newsflash, Dragon. He's not happy with you either. Best to make up your mind if you
want your life to continue. See you soon.
::The Captain stands and walks away, whistling, as the EMT's now rush to the fallen Red Dragon and try to
help him.::
Quadros: Someone is upset with the former members of Camp Carnage, and they've sent messages via
the Captain and a friend. Nice.
Franks: Two men down and hurt badly. Carnage indeed.
Giving Up All Ready?
Written by: Okori & Mike
Suddenly, Man in the Box opening riffs hits over the PA as the crowd is overwhelming in its hatred for the
man coming to the ring.
Franks: It looks as if Bryce Michaels is going to be gracing us with his presence.
Quadros: I have been telling you for weeks we need more Natural on the show and now we are getting a
double header. You can't ask for much better than this.
Bryce's pyro hits as he parts the curtain. But, this is not the normal Natural we are used to seeing. Instead
of the cocky SOB, the man comes out and he has a huge ice pack on his shoulder. Each step he takes looks to
send pain up and down his body.
Franks: Michaels apparently looks to have a rather large bandage over his shoulder.
Quadros: That DAMN Nighthawk. You saw him attack him at Violation a couple of weeks ago. This is all
his damn fault!!
Franks: Yeah, but Bryce wrestled just last week and he didn't seem to have suffered any side effects and
now we are supposed to believe that he is hurt?
Quadros: Well, just look at him. The Natural's face is the definition of pain.
Bryce takes it one step at a time getting into the ring. His face contorts as he lowers his body to step
through the ropes as he asks for a mic.
Bryce: Good evening and thank you for that warm introduction...
This is met with a chorus of boos as Michaels pauses for the fans to die down.
Quadros: Show some respect people.
Bryce: As you can see as the result of Nighthawk's actions a couple of weeks back. I have a dislocated
shoulder, a neck contusion, basically I am a wreck, but I know what your thinking. I wrestled last week and
came out victorious. I did that for you people to not let you down...even going against the Doctor's orders. But,
I am afraid I risk permanent damage if I continue. So I am here to announce that my match with Nighthawk is
not going to take place as I am physically unable to compete.
Franks: You don't really buy this do you? These fans sure don't.
The chants of ASSHOLE over an over again echo through out the arena as Bryce continues.
Bryce: Now I know Nighthawk isn't scheduled to wrestle here tonight but I know he is here so I would like
him to come out here so I can officially crown him the winner of our match at Mob Rules.
Quadros: What a stand up guy. Bryce gets a bad rap for his reputation but how many other wrestlers
would be man enough to do what he is doing.
Franks: Or coward enough to attempt something like this.
Bryce: Come on Hawk I know your back there.
(As Bryce stands in the ring, his shoulder appearing to give him a tremendous amount of pain, the lights
fade to black as the opening strains of "Break it Down Again" by Tears for Fears boom out over the sound
system as Nighthawk walks to the ring. Shaking hands with the first few rows of fans Nighthawk shakes his head
in a combination of amusement and disapproval before sliding underneath the bottom rope.)
Franks: You can see the look of skepticsm on the Wrestling Machine's face as he makes his way to the
ring.
Quadros: Bryce is the one who should watch out. No telling what that lunatic will try.
Nighthawk: Bryce do you honestly expect me to believe any of this? I mean really. You're the same guy
who conned Omar Owens into believing that his father just wanted to get back his life so that you could end up
making him leave TNW. Lest we forget the same guy who also convinced Chris Wilkins that you had
impregnated his girlfriend at the time. You are a master of manipulation Bryce above everyone else. You
cannot possibly think i am this stupid.
Franks: Nighthawk has valid points here Ray. How could you possibly trust Michaels.
Quadros: He is hurt. Why go through all of this if he isn't.
Bryce: I understand Hawk I do. But, I would love nothing more than to take part in our match at Mob
Rules. I would, but I just don't want to risk long term injury here. I mean I have family to think about outside of
the ring. Surely, you can understand.
Franks: Michaels playing the family card, that's a first.
Nighthawk: Bryce, for your kids and ONLY for your kids, I'm thinking about believing you. I'll let this slide.
Quadros: This is disappointing. This has to be tough for Bryce, you think he likes crowning Nighthawk a
....winner of all things?
Bryce: Well, I guess there is only one thing left to do. Nighthawk, you are the winner.
Michaels reaches over and grabs Nighthawk's hand and raises it high into the air as he flinches a bit
showing he is still in pain. Suddenly, a figure jumps the guard rail and slams into Nighthawk from behind. As
we get a better shot it is none other that the "Hot Shot" Chris Michaels who is laying the boots to Nighthawk as
Bryce stands there with a stunned look on his face.
Franks: What the hell is Chris Michaels doing out here?!
Quadros: Oh this is brilliant, look at the smile on Bryce's face!!
Bryce's stunned look turns into that evil smile as both men now begin to lay boots to Nighthawk who can
barely cover up. The Natural now removes the wrap from around his arm and begins to choke the Fallen Angel
into submission as Chris Michaels gets into his face.
Franks: Where the hell is security to break this up!
Quadros: Wait for it...here it comes C-4!!! YES!! YES!! I love it!
The crowd is going ballistic as finally security comes down as the Natural and the Hot Shot are ushered
away as the medical staff tends to the Wrestling Machine as Bryce plays up the fact that his arm is fine as he
begin to shadow box before raising Chris arm up in the air.
Franks: Somebody please explain to me the relationship between those two.
Quadros: I like it. Those two on the same page is ACE in my book.
Nighthawk is being helped up as the two go guilty parties leave the scene of the crime.
Win or GTFO!
Written by: Craig
Backstage, we see Reckless Jack walking around after his earlier match with Mystic J. Once again, Jack
found himself on the short end of the stick. As he walks around, one of the backstage workers comes running up
to him.
Backstage Worker: Butcher wants you in his office right now.
Jack looks a little confused.
Reckless Jack: Did he say why?
Backstage Worker: No, he just said get there and get there now. Then he said something about there
being your monthly paycheck in pizza.
Jack flashes a huge smile as he sprints towards Butcher's make shift office as fast as he can to. Once he
arrives, Jack opens the door to see The Butcher sitting his a huge chair. However, there isn't any pizza.
The Butcher: Welcome Jack, I see you got my message.
Jack looks around the office a little bit.
Reckless Jack: Yeah... say where is that pizza? I was told there was pizza!
Butch looks a little sad as he motions for Jack to take a seat. Jack does as Butcher stands up.
The Butcher: I'm sorry but the whole pizza story was a ruse to get you in here.
Reckless Jack: So there isn't any pizza?
The Butcher: No...
Reckless Jack: You wanna go get a pizza?
The Butcher: No...
Reckless Jack: Well I know a place around here...
Butch slams his fist on the table.
The Butcher: Stop interrupting me dammit! As you know, you been on a losing streak since what,
November? Anyways, the board has taken notice that you haven't won a match in all those months so I'm afraid
they want to terminate your contract.
Jack doesn't know what to think as Butcher continues.
The Butcher: However, they are giving you one last chance to prove yourself and get a win. At Mob Rules,
you're going to having a match.
Reckless Jack: Pay per view time? Score!
Butch slaps his forehead.
The Butcher: Your opponent at the pay per view is of my choosing though. So I've picked quite a
formidable foe for you young man.
Jack nods his head, wondering who it is.
Reckless Jack: Oh yeah? I hope it's Ryan Shane. Fantastic talent.
Once again, Butcher is amazed at how oblivious this kid is.
The Butcher: Uh no. You'll be facing Jose Jose with your career in PWA here on the line.
...It finally clicks in the head of Reckless Jack.
Reckless Jack: Wait! Hold the phone. I might get kicked out of I lose? Is this because I didn't have sex with
Wren? I'm not a huge fan of nailing drunk, loose chicks Butch so I had to turn her down.
The Butcher: Nope, nothing to do with that although it provides a humorous story for later but the fact
remains that you either win or get out at Mob Rules. Best of luck to you kid.
Reckless Jack nods his head as he gets up from the chair. He walks out of The Butcher's office, looking
around a few of the other wrestlers, maybe for nearly the last time.
Reckless Jack: Boy, I better get serious.
He walks off down the hallway as we go to another segment.
Kaito vs. Terminus
Written by: Andrew
Franks: Next up we have ourselves a Gundan RTO treat as Terminus squares off with Kaito one-on-one.
Quadros: Any attempts by the Commissioner to fracture Gundan RTO will either pay off tonight or it will
never happen. These two say they respect each other but we'll about to see how far that respect will go in this
match.
Freddy Ferdinand: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit.
Introducing first...he is representing Gundan RTO, and is a former two-time TNW World Heavyweight
Champion, and former PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion...from Naha, Okinawa Japan..."The
Seiryuu"...Jiraiya Kaito!
( The lights go out in the arena. A dragon roar is heard over the arena speakers as fire explodes from the
stage area. The first opening riff of Acma's "Follow Your Generation" plays as blue lights swoop throughout the
arena. Upon the next riff, white lights swoop back in the opposite direction. On the third riff, blue lights swoop
back in their original direction. As the song progresses, blue and white lights go into a strobe effect in tune with
the music. Jiraiya Kaito makes his way out onto the stage and holds a burning torch above his head, drawing in
heat from the fans in attendance. He brings the torch down to his side and walks toward the ring, swiping it at
any fans who have their hands outstretched. He then slides into the ring and walks toward the center of the ring.
Once there, Jiraiya Kaito kneels down and holds the torch out in front of him, causing a single blue light in the
arena to focus on him as he goes into semi-meditation mode. Slowly, he raises the torch above his head and
looks up at it. He spews a liquid into the torch, causing a blue flame to erupt from it, and at the same time all four
ring posts explode with blue flames. Once the flames die out, the arena lights return to normal and Jiraiya Kaito
remains kneeling in the center of the ring with the torch held in front of him once again.)
Ferdinand: "And his opponent...accompanied by The High Priestess, Natalie Snow...also representing
Gundan RTO...he is the current PWA World Heavyweight Champion...from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada...he is
The New Age Punisher....Terminus!"
( Natalie Snow's voice is heard on the PA, screaming "All hail your Savior!". This results in a HUGE mixed
reaction, which the fans rising to their feet, either to boo as loud as they can, or to cheer at the top of their lungs.
"Becoming the Bull" begins to blast over the PA system as Terminus appears at the top of the ramp, with "The
High Priestess" Natalie Snow hanging off of him. As a series of pyro busts go off. the two saunter toward the
ring; Terminus taking no notice of the fan's reaction, while Natalie smiles in amusement in the invective and the
adulation being thrown their way. "The New Age Punisher slides into the ring, while Natalie hops onto the ring
apron, and stands facing the crowd. Terminus then proceeds to pull her head back by the hair, and whispers
something into Natalie's ear that causes her to grin maniacally, and shudder as though possessed by the Spirit.
The masked man then gives his trademark throat-slash taunt while his "High Priestess breaks out into shrill
laughter; Terminus then crouches in the nearest corner, and awaits the beginning of the match, while Natalie
makes her way to ringside to support the man she calls "Savior.")
( The two RTO members exchange impassive stares as Andy Sheppard issues some final pre-match
instructions, and then signals for the opening bell. After a momentary pause, the two men lock up, and psend a
moment jockeying for position until Terminus gains control with a top wristlock. The champion then takes his
stable mate to the mat with a back heel trip; in response, the Seiryuu somesaults backward to get to his feet,
and then reverses into a standing wristlock. Not to be outdone, the masked man performs a smooth forward
roll, and reverses into his own wristlock. Before Kaito can react, the New Age Punisher converts the hold into a
hammerlock, and then adds a stretch plum using his free arm. Jiraiya's eyes go wide as Terminus begins to
exert pressure on this hold, but he keeps his cool, and, after a moment, forces the chin on his opponent onto his
shoulder using his free arm before dropping down into a modified stunner.)
(The masked man stumbles backward into the ropes, and Jiraiya presses the issue by whipping him into
the other set of ropes. Terminus uses the momentum of this whip to perform a front handspring off the strands
and propel himself into a flying back elbow; however, Kaito seems to have anticipated this, for he leaps into the
air and nails the masked man in the back of the head with a dropsault as the latter sails toward him! Terminus
crashes onto his face, and Jiraiya follows up by bounding off the ropes into a rolling thunder senton that catches
Terminus across the back just as the latter begins to climb to his knees. Kaito then rolls him over, and applies
the first cover of the match: 1...2...Kick Out with authority! )
(Unfazed, Kaito simply hauls Terminus back to his feet by the arm and twists it into another wristlock,
before unleashing a savage series of kicks into the chest, before capping this sequence with standing axe kick
to the chin that drops his foe back onto his stomach. Jiraiya then applies a Bow and Arrow to his stricken
opponent; Natalie looks very concerned as she listens to her fiance cry out in agony and starts to slam the mat
as she shouts support at the top of her lungs. This seems to have the effect that she desired; because after a few
moments, Terminus is able to roll off of his opponent's knees, and directly into a lateral press for his own pinfall
attempt: 1...2...hard Kick Out by Jiraiya.
(The two scramble to their feet at roughly the same time, and begin to exchange blows. Knife-edge chop
by Kaito! Whoo! Chop in response by Terminus! Whoo! Kaito with another chop to the chest! Whoo! Terminus
with a chop in return! Whoo! Kaito! Whoo! Terminus! Whoo! Kaito! Whoo! Terminus! Whoo! Kaito! Terminus!
Kaito with a wicked chop that causes Terminus to stumble back a couple of steps! And another! And a third that
sends him into the ropes! Terminus bounces off into an attempted roaring elbow, but Kaito ducks, and nails him
with a blistering rolling wheel kick as the latter turns around. Standing moonsault by Kaito, who then hooks the
leg on the ensuing cover: 1...2...THR-Shoulder Up!)
( Jiraiya shakes his head, but quickly regains his cool and springs to his feet, measuring his opponent as he
gets to his feet for a wicked buzzsaw kick designed to take his head off. No! Terminus ducks and counters with
a dropkick to the knee. Kaito is up quickly- just in time to be nailed with a second dropkick that catches him
directly in the face! Kaito flops onto his back, and struggles to get up, allowing the masked man time to slide
behind him before nailing him in the back of the head with a spinning enzuigiri. Kaito drops like a stone, and
Terminus follows up with a standing shooting star press that connects flush against the prone form of his rival.
Cover: 1....2....Shoulder Up!)
(Undaunted, Terminus hauls Kaito up by the hair, and then doubles him over with a hard mule kick to the
gut, before cinching in a front facelock and taking him over into a snap suplex. Maintaining his grip on the
facelock, the masked man pulls Kaito back to his feet, and takes him over into a second snap suplex. Once
again, Terminus pulls him back up, but this time, he hooks the near leg, and drops down into a nasty looking
fisherman DDT, before instantly converting the move into a small package: 1....2....THRE-NO! Kaito kicks out
again! The masked man took a deep breath in order to maintain his cool, and then pulls Kaito by the arm before
attempting to whip him into the nearest corner. However, the Seiryuu is able to reverse the whip, and it's
Terminus who crashes back first into turnbuckles. Jiyaiya follows him in with a flying high kick that catches him
in the face, and causes his head to rocket backward on its shoulders. Acting quickly, Jiraiya then places his foe
on the top turnbuckle, and then climbs to the second rope before cinching in a front facelock. The Seiryuu then
hooks his opponent's leg, and falls backward into an avalance Fisherman Buster that drops Terminus head-first
onto the mat. Jiraiya then rolls over, and drapes an arm over the chest of his opponent for what is seeming the
final cover of the match: 1................2............THREEEEEWAIT! Kick Out at 2.999999999!!!!!)
(As Natalie applauds her Savior's determination, Kaito shakes his head in disbelief. After a moment, he
regains his composure, and pulls his opponent up before scooping him off the mat and planting him with a
Michinoku Driver II. Instead of going for the cover, Jiraiya makes his way toward the turnbuckles, and vaults to
the top rope. Just as it appears as though the Seiryuu with sail off into his Imploding Swanton finisher, Terminus
somehow finds the energy to scramble to his feet, and then races up the turnbuckles before grabbing his
opponent around the waist and taking him over with an avalanche Saito Suplex! Both men are on the canvas as
the crowd applauds the efforts of the two competitors. )
(Terminus manages to drag himself back to his feet just as Kaito makes it back to his knees. Sprinting
forward, the New Age Punisher nails him in the temple with a shining wizard that drops him back to the canvas.
The champion then applies the cover: 1....2....Kick Out. Taking a deep breath, the champion then pulls his
opponent up, and proceeds to nail him with a nasty-looking cutthroat neckbreaker before making his way
toward the nearest corner and climbing the turnbuckles as quickly as he can. As the High Priestess jumps up
and down and applauds happily, Terminus sails off and nails Kaito with his Terminal Velocity finisher before
applying what, by rights, should be the final cover: 1....2....THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOOOO!!!!
KAITO KICKED OUT! Terminus and Natalie exchange helpless stares as their mouths drop open in disbelief and
the crowd goes ballistic. After a couple of moments, Terminus shakes his head, and then pulls Kaito up, before
setting him up for his Dies Irae Tiger Driver! Wait! Blocked bv Kaito, who reverses directly into his Todome Da
finisher! Kaito then rolls over, and applies the cover:
1........................2..................THREEEEEEEENOOOOO!!!! TERMINUS KICK OUT! Kaito flops back to the mat
in exchaustion and disbelief, as the crowd counts down the final seconds of the match)
Crowd: 5.......4......3......2.....1......
*Ding Ding*
Freddy Ferdinand: Ladies and Gentlemen, the time limit as expired. This match is a draw!
(Terminus and Kaito slowly get to their feet and after a moment, exchange respectful bows to one another
as the crowd, along with Natalie, applaud the match that they've just witnessed. The camera pans to the
entrance ramp, where Jason Sandman is shown applauding as well as he holds the mask of Terminus in his
hand. The number one contender makes his way down to the ring, and, with an abashed expression, tries to
give Terminus the mask. The champion nods, and it looks like he's about to accept it...only to take his challenger
down into an STO, and then follow up with an Anaconda Vice! Kaito and Natalie manage to pry Terminus off of
Jason, and the champion storms out of the ring, not looking back at his challenger as he slowly climbs to his feet
and stares daggers at his stable mate!)
Franks: What a match by these two that ends in a draw! but then Jason Sandman came out only to have
Terminus drill him in the middle of the ring! Gundan RTO may never be the same!
Quadros: Terminus vs. Jason Sandman at Mob Rules is going to be a fight for the ages, Carl. I don't think
these two RTO brothers can handle much more of each other when it concerns the PWA World Heavyweight
Championship.
Changing the Format
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 armed with a briefcase. He pushes the cameraman out the way who goes for a close-up
temporarily disrupting the home-viewing. He dusts off his suit and shakes his wrist in obvious discomfort to
having to wear the device when not wrestling at events. The crowd shots show signs like
“Thunder-Thunder-Thunder Kite!” , “Fuck Shane! Keeton Rules!” and “Fuck Ms. Van Dyke! - Maelstrom
#101!”. Cross slaps away the hands of the crowd who want to touch him.
Mugs also appears at the back of the camera shot walking down. He waits for Cross to enter the ring
before following. The music stops as Cross stares down Mugs.
Mugs: What you waiting for, boy? I’m looking after Cortez’ investment, nothing you can do. Lay a hand on
me and I’ll have Boz follow you like Fandango on Biggs!
Cross: Whatever, hold this!
Cross throws the briefcase at Mugs who catches it.
Cross: Now let me do what I do…
Mugs stands in the corner waiting for an excuse to clobber Cross upside the head with the briefcase.
Cross: Welcome to San Francisco, California! Welcome to all in attendance, all at home and good morning
to all you YouTube fiends!
Franks: Is Cross on medication?
Quadros: Maybe it’s like a V-chip or that chip Spike had in Buffy?!?
Franks: …
Cross: Now before you all get excited and start cheering I’ll give you a reason to cheer. But first, first I got
a few things to get off my chest…
Franks: Makes a change, he NEVER has something to say…
Cross: I know all you people probably though, well he lost four in a row, he’ll stay at home but this week
things came up. For a start due to events in Burma my date got pushed back to next week due to her
commitments, not that I’d expect you people to know what it’s like dating a Hollywood actress….
The crowd boo
Cross: Wait! Wait…let me finish…
Franks: This should be good…
Cross: It’s not that I think you people don’t move in high circles…it’s just…this is a sensitive issue…it’s
just…you prefer the company of men don’t you? This is ‘Cisco isn’t it?
More boos.
Cross: But I didn’t come out here to just insult you…I’ll do other things. Seems that the Butcher decided
that he’d hold a show in California and not book me…how thoughtful, if it was in some nowhere place like
Charlotte or Winnipeg then I’d understand but California? You know how easy it’d be for me to get here? I live
down the godforsaken way! Carmel, California?
Then I find out that there’s gonna be some kind of gauntlet , each man for himself match at Mob Rules for
the now vacant Light-Heavyweight title!
The crowd burst into “We want Keeton” chants.
Cross: Now I don’t know about you but I want in. So far it’s just London and I got a score to settle with that
kid, the little potato-munching fool owes me. So Butch, consider this my VERY public offering for the match.
Book me and kick back, I’ll steal the show and the belt. You get to satisfy the work-rate monkey’s by having
someone of my talent hold the belt, and I get…don’t I get a bonus for appearing at the show AND winning a
belt?
Franks: Is that kid some modern day Gordon Gecko or what?
Cross: Money, it settles everything, and ties together to the next part quite well. Mugs , open the
briefcase. One, Two, Three, Nine , Eight, Seven before you ask.
Mugs opens the briefcase and even he is taken aback by the cash amount inside.
Cross: Yes, Mugs, that’s right. Someone here might just be lucky enough to win fifty-thousand dollars!
The crowd woop.
Cross: With Mugs here I don’t see any need for a disclaimer but let me just make this point clear. If no-one
breaks it tonight then at Mob Rules I’m going to test it on a PWA superstar. Who? You might ask. He’s been with
the company since it’s inception. He sells more merchandise than half the roster, he has more memorable
sound-bites than Ryan Shane, though even a Downs kid can top that. And! …and he will be offered a cool, hard,
hundred-thousand dollars if he can do it! Now who wants to rob a star of fifty large?
The crowd perk up at the cash incentive and put their hands up.
Cross: Goon! Hey! Security Monkey, that guy in front of you. Bring him up here!
The security guy grabs a man around his early-twenties, he is with what seems to be his fraternity. He
hops the guard rail and enters the ring.
Cross: What’s your name kid? Or do I just refer to you as this week’s Victim?
Kid: Dan Turner…
Cross: Well Dan Turner, you ready?
Before the kid can answer a kick to the gut sets him up for Garibaldi’s Guilltonie, the mic drops and lets
out a second of feedback before the sound guys sort it. Mugs picks it up as Dan let’s out his first scream of pain.
Mugs: Kid, if you give up don’t worry but just let me know. I’m on your side.
The kid kind of nods and then lets out another howl of agony. Cross wrenches back as hard as he can..
Dan: Arghhh….let it go!!
Mugs: You heard him Cross, let him go!
Cross wrenches one last time before dropping the kid unprotected on his neck. He grabs the microphone.
Cross: Mugs, you make an awful motivational speaker. Now I’m going to try and have a normal date so
take this off me and I’ll leave the arena.
Mugs hesitates before taking a key out and swiping it on the lock. The device drops into his hand.
Cross: Oh, and before I go Mugs….clean this garbage out the ring will you? Makes the place looks untidy.
Cross goes to leave and steps out the ring. Mugs thinks about assaulting him before speaking into a
headpiece. EMT’s pass Cross as he makes his way to the back.
Quadros: He’s my tip for the title, forget London, he’s a champion-elect right there!
Franks: He’s a coward! Picking on people who get distracted by the cash!
Quadros: Well at Mob Rules he’ll show the world that no-one can break his hold!
Franks: How will he do that?
Quadros: Been here since the start? Charisma? Shifts units? Can only be Terminus or Jostrodomus!
Obviously!
Premiere Championship Invitational - FINAL
Ryan Shane vs. Chris Michaels vs. Thunder Kite
Written by: Jonn
Franks: Ladies and gentlemen, after starting off with twelve competitors, it's finally come down to the last
two! The newcomer and most impressive Thunder Kite taking on just as hot and looking for a title shot,
“HotShot” Chris Michaels!
Quadros: I'm not always pulling for the HotShot, but tonight has to be an exception. I've come to the
conclusion that this Thunder Kite person has blown a circuit or two!
Franks: I don't know if he really believes he is talking to “the gods” or is just trying to give us a show, but
either way he is an entertaining superstar who is a fan favorite of kids worldwide! They love his silly antics!
Quadros: Just goes to show that this guy is probably a pervert! He's trying to attract a child based
audience so he can do with them as he pleases! We don't need that in PWA! What we need are men like Chris
Michaels who say it like it is and don't fool around with special effect lightning bolts and thunder claps!
Franks: Who says he is pretending? Maybe, maybe just maybe he really does speak to the gods! Oh what
am I saying? Let's send this down to Freddy!
(The fat ring announcer is already standing in the middle of the ring looking fatigued from having to step
foot into the squared circle yet again.)
Ferdinand: The following contest is the final match of the PWA Premiere Championship Invitational and is
scheduled for one fall. Introducing first. Weighing in at 86 kilo amperes and hailing from the dark gray skies
above! He's the expert of the Thunderclap... he is Thunder Kite!!!
(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 slapping
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: And introducing his opponent. Weighing in at 225 lbs and coming to you from Roanoke,
Virginia! He is the master of the “Why Me”... he is the “HotShot” Chris Michaels!!!
("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.)
Quadros: You see that Carl? That right there is a man who's ready to put on a wrestling clinic tonight! No
need for special pyrotechnics or giving the fans any of his precious time. He's not out here to please the fans, he
is out here to win the match!
Franks: Indeed you're right on many accounts, but you're also making points at the expense of Thunder
Kite. You see Ray, some Superstars feed off the cheers and screams of their adoring fans! When they're down
and out, sometimes it's the fans that put a wrestler like Thunder Kite back into the match!
Quadros: I think you're just making a poor excuse for Thunder Kite to draw all the kiddies in!
Franks: Thunder Kite is not a child molester for crying out loud!
Quadros: How do you know? Maybe he wears a mask because he's a registered sex offender! I for one
wouldn't want a freak like Thunder Kite living in my neighborhood!
Franks: Oh please. Let's get this match started before you convince yourself anymore about something
that is totally false and contrived in that pea brain of yours!
DING DING DING!
(The bell rings and both men turn their focus towards one another. They circle each other looking for an
opening, but both suddenly collide in the middle of the ring with a Collar and Elbow Tie Up. Chris Michaels gets
the upper hand and forces Thunder Kite down to one knee. Thunder Kite presses back, locks up one of
Michaels' arms and then throws him over his shoulder with an Arm Drag! Thunder Kite lets go, turns around and
soaks in a thunderous support from the fans! His interaction with the fans costs him however, because as he
turns around... BAM! Superkick by Chris Michaels! Chris Michaels only shells out a cocky smile as he drops
down onto his stunned opponent for the three count. 1........ 2.......... THRE-- Shoulder up! Thunder Kite reached
for the heavens just in time! Chris Michaels up and drops down quickly with an elbow to the sternum! 1...... 2.....
THRE- Kickout! Michaels up one more time and flips over landing back first onto the stomach of his fallen
opponent! Pin attempt one more time! 1.......... 2........ KICKOUT!!!)
Franks: I think it's going to take a lot more than those types of moves to keep Thunder Kite down for longer
than a two count!
Quadros: Have you taken into consideration that maybe trying to get the three count isn't the only purpose
for his pin attempts?
Franks: I don't follow Ray. Humor me and try to make sense!
Quadros: From what it looks like from here, Chris Michaels might be forcing Thunder Kite to exert extra
energy by kicking out over and over again. You might not believe it, but that is one way to wear out an
opponent among many.
Franks: For once you might have made some sense. However, it also gives Thunder Kite the opportunity to
catch his breath!
Quadros: Thunder Kite is so slow, he can't even catch a cold!
(Chris Michaels immediately helps Thunder Kite to his feet and sends him flying towards the closest ropes
with an Irish Whip. Bouncing off the ropes, Thunder Kite avoids a vicious clothesline and sails towards the
opposite ropes. Bounces off. Chris Michaels is waiting for him as soon as Thunder Kite turns around! Atomic
Drop! Thunder Kite is sent hopping across the ring with his hands covering his crotch. Chris Michaels follows
him closely, wraps his arms around him from behind! Inverted Atomic Drop! Thunder Kite is now in so much
pain, he can't even hop anymore. HotShot seizes the opportunity and once again wraps his arms around
Thunder Kite from behind. German Suplex and he holds on for a Bridge! 1........... 2............. 3! NO! Thunder
Kite gets a shoulder up just in the knick of time! Chris Michaels up to his feet in an instant and grabs both legs of
Thunder Kite.. Figure Four Leglock! This sends Thunder Kites back into an arch as if he's being electrocuted!
Thunder Kite falls back onto the mat trying to fight through the pain. Referee starts a three count! 1..........
2.......... THRE-! Thunder Kite sits up and is trying to release the hold, but Michaels has it cinched in! His next
move is to look for the closest ropes, but he's dead center in the ring! No where to go! He drops down onto his
back again in frustration! 1.......... 2............2.99999999 UP! Thunder Kite is stuck with nowhere to go! Thunder
Kite looks up into the skies of the arena for help and then out to the fans who begin to chant “thunder, thunder,
thunder!!!”.)
Quadros: Thunder Kite might be too late Carl! He's been in that hold for quite a while now and even if he
breaks out of it, his leg is going to feel like jello!
Franks: I've got to admit that HotShot has his opponent in a very bad situation right now! Thunder Kite is
going to need all the help he can get from the gods above and the fans at ringside if he wants to continue in this
match!
Quadros: The gods?? The gods!! Are you believing in all this now too? Thunder Kite wants to brainwash
everyone into his insane philosophies, but I for one am not going to buy into it like you are! Face it, he's in a rock
and a hard place!
Franks: Let me guess what you're going to say next. The fans who are cheering for Thunder Kite are all
kids because he wants to take them to his hotel later tonight?
Quadros: You said it, not me!
(Thunder Kite is starting to soak up the atmosphere that the fans are creating for him as he begins to start
thundering away with ax handled punches to Chris Michaels' leg! It doesn't force him to let go, but surely
loosens it up a bit. Thunder Kite looks out to the fans to his left and rocks both his and Michaels' body ever so
slightly that way! He looks to the right and does the same thing! The fans are going bananas for their new found
hero! To the left! To the right! Almost! To the left and suddenly Michaels and Thunder Kite topple over and the
move is reversed! Chris Michaels now finds himself in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go! Unlike Thunder
Kite however, he's immediately inching his way to the closest ropes! Now only three feet away! Two, but it takes
awhile! One foot and Michaels looks like he might tap out! 6 inches! 3 to go and Michaels raises his hand looking
like it's over, but he lunges for the ropes and grabs with two fingers! Referee asks Thunder Kite to break the
hold and he does so immediately. Thunder Kite crawls back to the middle of the ring where he tries to get some
feeling back in his leg while Chris Michaels is recovering! Chris Michaels is up to his feet faster than Thunder
Kite expects and charges towards Thunder Kite with a slight limp! At the very last second, Thunder Kite sends a
knee up into Michaels' gut! He grabs him around the head in a headlock, jumps high up in the air and to the side
as he brings Chris Michaels' skull crashing to the mat with a Tornado DDT! This could be the end! 1...........
2.............. THREE! NO! The referee says Chris Michaels got a shoulder up just in time!)
Franks: What an impact mood that changed the momentum of this match just like that! Thunder Kite
almost escaped out of here with the win and the #1 Contendership to the Premiere title!
Quadros: Are you kidding me? That was the first decent thing that Thunder Kite has done all night long!
Chris Michaels has been by far the dominant wrestler all night long!
Franks: Indeed, Michaels is showing that he wants the title more than ever. You've got to admit, however,
that Thunder Kite has shown that he can climb out of bad situations and emerge victorious!
Quadros: Against lesser skilled opponents! When it comes to quality wrestlers, Chris Michaels is the
cream of the crop!
(Thunder Kite bolts up to his feet and surveys the crowd. He points towards the sky and the crowd brings
the noise level up another amp or two. Thunder Kite rushes to the closest corner and climbs the turnbuckles as
fast as lightning! Thunder Kite measures up his fallen opponent and then leaps from the top turnbuckle with
plenty of air time. Split Legged Moonsault that misses! Chris Michaels rolls out of the way just in the knick of
time! Thunder Kite lands hard on his posterior sending an unknown amount of volts of pain coursing through his
body! Chris Michaels sees the opportunity before him as it's his turn to climb the turnbuckles! HotShot, waits for
Thunder Kite to get to his feet and then turn around! Thunder Kite up, turns around and Chris Michaels leaps off
with an attempted Moonsault! Thunder Kite steps to the side! Thunder Kite points a finger to his head as he gets
the fans going once again! Unfortunately for Thunder Kite, he doesn't see that Chris Michaels was able to land
on his feet a few feet behind him!)
Quadros: This just goes to show that the fans are nothing but a big distraction to pathetic wrestlers like
Thunder Kite!
Franks: I've got to admit that if he doesn't turn around and turn around soon, he's going to be waking up
with a headache later. Chris Michaels looks like he is ready to end this match!
Quadros: Too bad for Thunder Kite. His night with the kiddies is about to be over!
Franks: Sure Thunder Kite likes to play with the kiddies... err I meant show them a good time... ack I mean
show them moves they've never seen befo..... never mind, your nonsense has my tongue twisted!
Quadros: Hah!
(The fans are motioning to Thunder Kite that he needs to turn around and turn around now! Thunder Kite
whirls around and boot of HotShot meets his abdomen! Michaels steps to the side of him and hooks him up for
his finishing maneuver, which is a Forward Russian LegSweep! No! Thunder Kite unhinges his arm away from
Michaels and nails him with an elbow! Thunder Kite unhooks his leg and hooks Michaels leg. Russian LegSweep!
Thunder Kite is giving the fans an electrifying match! He helps Chris Michaels to his feet one more time. He
stands behind his opponent and begins to hook Michaels up for a Tiger Suplex, but Michaels stomps on Thunder
Kite's foot! He lets go and Michaels shows his resourcefulness with a Headbutt with the back of his head!
Michaels sets up Thunder Kite for the “Why ME?”! BAM! Chris Michaels hits the moves and it's lights out for his
opponent! The HotShot up real quick as he slaps a hand to his chest and mocks his opponent as he points to the
skies above. He laughs and then goes down to pin Thunder Kite. WAIT! Thunder Kite grabs Michaels by the
head and rolls him up into a Small Package! 1............. 2...............3! Kickout! Too late! Thunder Kite wins the
match!)
Ferdinand: Here is your winner of the match and the #1 Contender to the PWA Premiere Title.... Thunder
Kite!!!!
Quadros: What!? The referee counted way too fast!
Franks: That's what he gets for making fun of the gods!
Quadros: This is a travesty! Now Thunder Kite gets all the kiddies to cheer for him! So gross!
Franks: Oh stop it already! Thunder Kite might be a little off in the noggin, but he seems to be a good and
decent person!
Quadros: Who has a fascination with children!
Doing It Bigg Like a HotShot
Written by: Neil
Before too much celebration can be put into Thunder Kite’s victory, “Head Like a Hole” by Nine Inch Nails
begins to play and out steps Wren Chesney and her nerdy husband VCR. They both stop on the entrance ramp
gaining boos as Wren Chesney brings the microphone up to her mouth.
Wren: Wonderful victory there, Thunder Kite…IF that’s your real name.
Thunder Kite pears back from the ring beyond his mask as Chris Michaels is still arguing with the referee
over the fast count.
Wren: Funny how I went through all of the contracts that PWA owns back at the headquarters in
Washington, D.C. and I didn’t see a contract that goes by the name of ‘Thunder Kite’. I find it quite interesting
that Butcher was able to acquire your services almost immediately after he created this stupid Premiere
Championship Invitational to screw JJ Biggs. There is no record of you ever existing Thunder Kite. No training
documents. No video footage of you ever competing anywhere. Not even a record of a physical for you to even
compete in a PWA ring. It’s almost as if you appeared out of thin air!
Kite starts making some hand gestures saying he will be the Premiere Champion soon so none of this will
matter at all.
Wren: For all we know, Thunder Kite, you could have diseases and disorders that could be contracted
accidentally by our legitimate PWA wrestlers!
With that being said Chris Michaels makes sure to get the hell away from Thunder Kite and demands to
be looked at after the show.
Wren: So despite your ‘courageous’ efforts in the ring, Thunder Kite, I have to inform you that you WILL
NOT and NEVER WILL compete against JJ Biggs for the Premiere Championship!
The crowd boos loudly as Thunder Kite is livid over this revelation.
Wren: And don’t think the Commissioner can help you either. This was a Board of Directors decision so
therefore Chris Michaels will face JJ Biggs for the Premiere Championship at Mob Rules! He is the only
legitimate PWA wrestler left in the tournament so he gets the shot. Tough luck Thunder Kite.
More and more boos as Wren Chesney and Victor Cornelius Roberts chuckle at Thunder Kite’s expense.
Wren: Oh and one more thing, Thunder Kite…watch your back.
Thunder Kite turns around and there is the Premiere Champion, JJ Biggs in the ring after coming out of the
crowd! Biggs kicks Thunder Kite low and destroys him with the Biggs Implant! JJ Biggs then finishes Thunder
Kite off by throwing him out of the ring. Biggs turns around and looks at Chris Michaels. They both share some
inaudible words and then Michaels points at the Premiere Championship around Biggs’ waist. Now JJ Biggs and
Chris Michaels are face to face, staring each other down and discussing their future match-up at Mob Rules!
Franks: Of all the dirty rotten tricks by Wren Chesney! She robbed Thunder Kite of his chance to face JJ
Biggs at Mob Rules!
Quadros: Can you blame her? The charade is up! Thunder Kite doesn’t even have a contract with PWA!
Chris Michaels does. He deserves a chance to win that Premiere Championship! It’s the way it should be, Carl.
Two of PWA’s premiere wrestlers going at it rather than some masked freak butting in.
Franks: I don’t know what to say. We’re out of time folks. We’ll see you next week for Mob Rules at the
Rose Bowl! Good night everybody!
Violation 28 fades out with JJ Biggs and Chris Michaels having a tense stare down over the Premiere
Championship.
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