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Violation29
Sunday, June 1st, 2008
Rose Garden in Portland, Oregon
The HotSpot: Cashing in the Riot Reward
Written by: Chris & Dan
[The Ring is setup with a desk and leather chair on one side, and a Lay-Z-Boy on the other. The mat is
covered in red carpet, and a neon "HOTSPOT" logo is floating above the ring. The lights dim and Saliva's
"Superstar" hits the PA and the crowd goes nuts. Quickly the "HotShot" Chris Michaels comes from behind the
curtain in a Black suit with a white shirt and no tie and the Premiere title draped over his shoulder. Just the sight
of the "HotShot" makes the fans cheers go from deafening to almost unbearable. Michaels slides in the ring,
mounts the second turnbuckle, gives a one fist salute to his fans, and the lights come back on as the "HotShot"
takes one of the two microphones from his desk]
HotShot: Wow..., didn't expect that kind of reaction!
(Crowd cheers again.)
HotShot: Well, as you can see *looks at the title*, the mission of the "HotShot" was a success. The old man
is back!
(Pops again.)
HotShot: When I came to PWA, it was as a favor to someone, but as things went on, I realized that I had
one good run left in me. So I threw my hat into the ring for the Premiere tournament. I knew that I wasn't the
favorite. Everyone knew who the favorite was. But week after week I came through. And guess what, I came
out on top, because you know, the "HotShot" always comes out on top.
(Crowd pops for his old, tired line.)
HotShot: But folks, this isn't all about me, this is the HotSpot, the first time we've ever had this take place
on PWA television. We had plenty of matches at Mob Rules, and luckily not all of them were as boring and
predictable as that so called "world" title, and we know that the Premiere title match stole the show...there was
another match that stood out. Another match that held its own against matches like that lightweight spectacle!
That was the match to fight for the right to challenge for the Premiere title. The Riot Rules rumble. A man who
has overstepped his boundries, a man who is the king of crossing line, and a man that I'm being forced by PWA
management to have on the inagural PWA "HotSpot"... Ladies and Gentlement, I introduce to you, the winner of
that match, "The Snake....er....I mean The Franchise" Dade Davis!
[The lights flicker and red smoke billows from the stage. Bright yellow fire then shoots up from the stage
and when it clears, "Burn In My Light" by Mercy Drive hits and "The Franchise" Dade Davis walks onto the stage
with a grin from ear to ear as he walks to the ring, arms outstretched. Davis rolls in under the bottom rope and
goes from corner to corner, chin high and then he grabs the other microphone and stands face to face with
"HotShot"]
HotShot: I'm going to be honest with you Dade, I know you've got your title shot and all, but I'd really rather
not be near you or around you until you decide to cash it in.
Franchise: Well it's funny that you mention that Chris. See, once upon a time, I was in no hurry...I really
thought that I did not want to have anything to do with you anymore.
HotShot: So, do us both a favor and walk away. Cash in your shot, we have the match and that's it, we're
done. Stay away from me, and more importantly, stay away from my family.
Franchise: Your family? What, are you claiming them now? Then why was Dade Davis the first person
back to Roanoke? Why did I have to talk to your son earlier in the week when he was having a nightmare? Funny
thing that you claim this family now that they can't be in your way of cashing in your one last title opportunity.
HotShot: Dade, that's enough right there.....They've been my family and they will always be my family. I
had to straighten a few things out, but that's all done now and everything is going to be fine...I don't need you
making things worse. I'm asking you Dade, for the respect of the friendship we once had, stop getting involved
in this.
Franchise: Oh, Chris Michaels doesn't like Dade Davis getting involved? This from the man who made
some calls when he thought I showed up for Violation drunk?! I mean my dad was one thing, he always listened
to you for some reason. But Mavis? Really? You've spent six years not minding your own business....so Dade
Davis plays your game and you get scared all of the sudden? Get off your high horse Chris, because maybe this
isn't all about you. What, surprised?
HotShot: Dade, I was looking out for you. Something friends do.
Franchise: I don't need you to look out for me Chris....Did you get that? I don't need Chris Michaels. You
are about as important to me, to MY ERA, as Chris Cypher. You are all but dead to me Chris so don't try and
make yourself feel otherwise.
HotShot: Dade, look back at history man, you can't make it on your own. You've always had to have
someone with you. Every time you try to branch out alone, you end up flaking. I've moved on Dade, I've, once
again, made it on my own, but you...how long until you try to latch on to someone else again? Who will it be?
Kaito? Mystic J? Shaun Andrews?
[HotShot chuckles.]
Franchise: Well let's look back, shall we Chris? At Mob Rules, Dade Davis defeated six other people and
Chris Michaels...well his old, haggard body just barely survived JJ Biggs.
[Dade laughs back at HotShot]
Franchise: Now what's funny?....And Chris, if I do need to latch on to someone, maybe I'll just call her.
[Dade flashes an evil grin that infuriates Chris.]
HotShot: Alright you mother (beep) enough with that (beep.) Let's talk about why I had you out here
tonight. Everyone knows you went through six other people as Mob Rules, and even if two thirds of them should
be rebranded as "enhancement talent" , a small part of me was proud of ya. But as everyone knows, part of
winning that match was a guaranteed title shot at either MY Premiere title, the most prestigious title in PWA, or a
shot at the lightweight title..and we all know that you're no lightweight. So the question is Dade, just when do
you plan on cashing this thing in?
Franchise: Now, Chris...are you calling me fat?
Dade grins at HotShot as the champion cringes at the sarcastic non-answer.]
HotShot: [visibly aggravated now] No, I'm calling you an ass(beep)! I want to be done with this Dade, I
want to be done with you. So all I'm asking is, when are you taking the shot? That way I can beat
you...again...and you can go away.
Franchise: I'm not going away Chris. I know that probably makes you sad, because now it is Dade Davis
who is the driver's seat. And I really do want to make Chris Michaels suffer. I want to make you think, make your
already paranoid mind over think everything, have you always looking over your shoulder for me. I could cash
it in anytime Chris....tonight after your tag match, next week, two months....it really has to bother you that only
Dade Davis has the choice of when this thing between you and me is over.
[HotShot looks more and more upset each passing moment. He has now laid the Premiere title down on the
desk.]
Franchise: Wow, calm down Chris. I love power and you know that. But coming up on July 2, there is a Pay
Per View event. Did you know that?
HotShot: I did...and I heard it had a familiar sounding name...
Franchise: And you think that is by coincidence Chris? Or could it be that Dade Davis may just be on the
path to becoming a golden boy here too? It's like, I ask and I receive. And just like that, as if it were the battle of
old....here comes High Stakes. Coincidence Chris? Really?
HotShot: So that's your big plan pal? High noon at High Stakes?
Franchise: My big plan Chris, is far too complicated for you to understand. But it just so happens that a
higher power has intervened and said that maybe since Chris Michaels was no longer with the program of this
new ERA, that maybe he was another roadblock to be bulldozed. So yes Chris, it is that simple. Me, you, High
Stakes, that belt, my ERA....
HotShot: Same old Dade...recycling the same old (beep) that I made famous....see ya at High
Stakes....pal...
[HotShot picks up his title belt and starts to walk towards the ropes.]
Franchise: Whoa whoa Chris....I'm not done with you yet?
HotShot: Dade, I've BEEN done with you.
Franchise: Yeah, well Chris...what makes you think that I am waiting until High Stakes? You should know
me better than that. Dade Davis usually just can't leave well enough alone.
HotShot: Don't I know. So what's your big plan Dade? You wanna go at it now? Tomorrow? Next week?
Franchise: Well it seems Chris, that you have new little annoying knat buzzing around your shoulder and
really starting to piss me off. So I was thinking, why not start this little mission eliminate HotShot by dealing you a
blow and smacking down Cypher #2 all at the same time.
HotShot: If you're going where I think you're going with this...and I think I know you well enough to know
where you're going....you don't want to get involved with him. "Naturally" he'll be a bit more than you can
handle.
Franchise: Well he didn't seem to be too much to handle when he was teaming up with Reckless Jack. And
you aren't really much of a step up from him HotShot.
HotShot:
I love how, all of a sudden I'm this piece of (beep) in your eyes, when just a few weeks ago I was your brother.
You really have no idea what's going on in your life do you? What was with all the hostility when you came back
Dade? Why can't you just find a plan and stick to it? I was ready to give you that trust again, one more time,
that trust that I only ever gave to you and Tommy, but you never gave me the opportunity, you son of a bitch,
you just came back and figured because I didn't wait on you that I had turned my back on you. Well, now
you've got it Dade, because I'm done with you. I've got myself a new partner...you want to get this thing
started? Go find yourself one...if anyone back there will trust you.
Franchise: Number one Christopher, it was you who turned your back. You think that I didn't pay attention
when I was at home. You didn't wait for me Chris because you were paranoid that I was abandoning you like
Cypher did. Your mind played tricks on you and you let it. You were a coward Chris and you lost the vision.
That is when The ERA passed you by. And my devotion is to The ERA.....As for who will help me? See I don't
really want to side with any of them. I don't really trust my vision in anyone else's hands. But I think I have
someone in mind who will respect me enough. And I have other methods of persuasion.
HotShot: Go for it, go persuade someone. Meanwhile, we'll [strokes Premiere title] be leaving.
Franchise: Oh Chris.....tell her I said hi. Better yet, maybe I'll give her a call.
[Chris makes a play for Dade, but he rolls out of the ring away from HotShot. Dade backs up the entrance
way with a huge grin on his face. He holds his hand up in the air and points at HotShot's title.]
Carl Franks: Can you believe this?
Ray Quadros: Dade Davis is going to go make a booty call!
Carl Franks: You really are an ass. Two huge matches announced that is all you can think of?
Ray Quadros: Valid point, that is our first match officially set for High Stakes. Hey, do you think there will
be a casino readily available?
Carl Franks: Some days Rayy, some days.
Ray Quadros: What the hell does that mean?
Nighthawk & Reckless Jack vs. Captain Howdy & Dan Manhiem
Written by: Jay
Franks: The opening contest is set to begin, Ray. Before it begins, your thoughts?
Quadros: Well, I don't like Nighthawk or Reckless Jack. I like how Captain Howdy has come so far since he
first entered the halls of the PWA and Dan Manheim is looking to make his return known.
Franks: So, you're taking Manheim and Howdy?
Quadros: All the way.
Franks: Alrighty. Let's send it to ring announcer, Freddy Ferdinand.
Quadros: Take it away, Ol' Rolly Polly!
Franks: Stop that.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Ferdinand: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!
As their opponents stand in the ring the lights in the building fade almost all to black save for a evil-looking
red spotlight that remains in the middle of the ring. As the eyes of everyone in the arena turn towards the
entranceway the opening strains of “Fire and Brimstone” by Dropkick Murphys boom out over the building’s
sound system and out walk Nighthawk and Reckless Jack, their eyes focused on the ring. Slapping hands and
shaking hands with the crowd in the front row as they walk to the ring the Hell Brothers contingent climbs up on
the top strand of rope and raise their hands above their head, a move which draws the crowd to chant
“Apocalipsis” not just once, but twice before finishing out “Ahora.”
Ferdinand: At a total combined weight of 395 pounds, representing Los Hell Brothers, NIGHTHAWk and
RECKLESS JACK!
Franks: Hawk and Jack ready for some tag action here tonight.
Quadros: Ready to lose, you mean.
Franks: I wouldn't go that far, Ray.
Quadros: You wouldn't, but I would.
The lights dim, as "Captain Howdy" begins to play. He walks to the ring, smiling and waving one moment,
cursing and snarling at the fans the next. On the screen behind him, are scenes from several matches and
brutal attacks he has participated in during his career. He brings his steel walking stick with him, and rolls
under the bottom rope, standing and giving the ring attendant his jacket and walking stick with instructions to
place them on the announcer's table. He goes to the far side of the ring from the entrance ramp, and waits in the
corner, watching his opponents.
Ferdinand: And their opponents. First, weighing in at 254 pounds, CAPTAIN HOWDY!
Quadros: The Cap'n is here!
Franks: That he is, Ray, and with a vicious victory at Mob Rules under his belt, he looks to move up the
chains.
Quadros: A victory over Hawk and Jack would do that.
Franks: No question.
The lights in the arena darken a bit. "Switchback" by Biohazard plays as Dan Manheim walks out from
behind the curtain. He does a few jumps to prepare himself as he walks forward to a shower of pyros beside
him. He walks through the pyros and starts down the ramp towards the ring. The lights come back to normal as
Dan jumps on the apron to a massive turnbuckle pyro. He gets in the ring, raising balled fists in the air to some
boos.
Ferdinand: His partner. From Truth or Consequences, New Mexico. Weighing in at 288 pounds, "The
Loose Cannon" DAN MANHEIM!
Franks: Whoa! The man formerly known as The Iceman has traded his days of chilling the competition for,
apparently, a loose cannon.
Quadros: Perhaps, but look at it this way, Carl: do you want a man who is six-eight, almost three hundred
pounds nicknamed The Loose Cannon staring at you in a dark alley?
Franks: Surely not.
Quadros: Alright then.
The bell rings as referee Andy Sheppard calls this contest. Howdy starts off against Jack, who is staring at
his foe, somewhat scared. Collar-and-elbow tieup, with Howdy getting the advantage. Howdy with a headlock,
begins to work over the smaller Jack. Hawk on the outside yelling at Jack to come on. Jack manages to escape
the headlock with a couple punches to the ribs, launching Howdy to the far side ropes, who returns to
shoulderblock Jack. Howdy bounces off the other ropes and lands a beautiful kneedrop to the forehead of
Reckless Jack. Howdy with the quick cover, but only nets one.
Howdy drags Jack by the hair over to his corner, where he tags in the big man, Dan Manheim. Dan lands a
haymaker right to Jack's jaw, causing the latter to crumple to the mat. Dan begins to kick at the fallen Jack,
yelling at him to get up.
Franks: Wow. Dan's toying with Jack.
Quadros: If I were Jack, I'd curl up into a ball and scream 'Uncle'.
Franks: I'm not surprised by that.
Dan picks Jack up by the hair to his feet, bodyslamming him hard to the mat. Dan places his large foot
across the throat of Reckless Jack, choking him, using the ropes for added leverage. Referee Sheppard is there
to admonish Dan, giving him a five-count. At four, Dan relinquishes, dropping an elbow across the sternum.
Dan taunts Nighthawk, which causes him to get into the ring. Referee Sheppard goes over to tell Hawk to leave
the ring, while Dan and Howdy land vicious bodyshots to Jack. When the referee's attention returns to the
match, Dan exits through the ropes as Howdy drops Jack with a vicious spinebuster. Howdy with the cover, but
Hawk breaks it up.
Franks: Oh! This match might have been over, had it not been for Nighthawk!
Quadros: Get him out of there! He's not legal!
Referee Sheppard reprimands Nighthawk, as Captain Howdy begins to put Reckless Jack into an
abdominal stretch.
Quadros: There it is! The Pendulum, as the Captain calls it! It's over! Ring the bell!
Franks: It's not over, Ray. Jack didn't tap.
Quadros: I'm saving him the trouble.
Jack screams in agony as he struggles to reach the ropes. Howdy lands two, three, four, five elbow shots
to the ribcage, causing Jack more pain and anguish. Nighthawk slaps the turnbuckle pad, willing his teammate
on, while Dan looks on, satisfied at his partner's work. Jack manages to reach the ropes after being trapped in
the submission hold for quite some time. Holding his side in pain, Howdy charges the smaller man, but gets a
dropkick in the knee for his efforts. Howdy drops to one knee as Jack bounces off the ropes. As he comes back
for what appears to be a dropkick, Howdy grabs one of his legs, but Jack hits an enzuigiri that can be heard
throughout the arena! Both men are on the mat as Referee Sheppard begins the mandatory ten-count. As he
reaches six, Howdy tags in Manheim. As Manheim goes over to Jack, he summons the last bit of energy to jump
up and tag in Nighthawk! The crowd cheers for Hawk, who charges into the ring at Manheim, who begs off a
little bit. Hawk pushes Manheim into the corner, where he ascends and lays in ten vicious punches to Manheim's
temple. Hawk jumps off and waits for Manheim to come out of the corner. As soon as he does, Hawk hits a
beautiful step-up enzuigiri, dropping the big man! Nighthawk makes the cover, but gets two before being
powered off by the big guy. With his foe still down, Nighthawk ascends the top rope and watches Dan carefully.
Nighthawk then jumps off, gaining major airtime, landing a Cannonball Senton on The Loose Cannon!
Nighthawk again with the cover, this time, it's barely two and a half before Dan gets a shoudler up.
Franks: This match gets better by the second, Ray.
Quadros: I hope Dan and Howdy end it already. It's getting boring.
Nighthawk gets to his feet, awaiting his foe. Dan gets up and Hawk goes for a superkick, but Dan catches
his foot. Hawk hobbles around, trying to hit Dan with his other foot, but Dan is just too smart and strong, as he
powers Hawk down with a short, but powerful clothesline. Hawk crumples to the mat. Dan reaches over and
tags in Captain Howdy, who comes in and drops a series of leg drops across the throat. However, as Howdy is
about to drop a fifth successful legdrop, Hawk rolls away and Howdy hits the mat. He holds his leg in pain as
Nighthawk rolls over to tag in Jack. Jack gets in and begins a series of punches and kicks to the downed Howdy.
Howdy gets to his feet, groggily, as Jack ascends the turnbuckle. He jumps off with a legdrop, but Howdy
wisely sidesteps and Jack lands awkwardly on his back and leg. Howdy drops down for the cover, but before
the referee hits three, Nighthawk drops an elbow and interrupts the count.
Quadros: Damn you, Nighthawk! Go away, will you?
Franks: Hawk saved his team from defeat, but barely.
Just as Nighthawk it about to leave, Dan gets in the ring and grabs him. Dan sets up Nighthawk in a
powerbomb, as Captain Howdy picks Jack up on his shoulder. At the same moment that Dan connects with his
Cannonball sit-out powerbomb, Howdy connects with the Playtime's Over vertebreaker on Jack! Dan steps
back as the referee counts: one! two! three! Captain Howdy and Dan Manheim are victorious!
Ferdinand: Here are your winners, the team of Dan Manheim and Captain Howdy!
Franks: There you have it, Ray. You picked it right tonight.
Quadros: No joke. Nighthawk just wouldn't die. I'm glad this match is over.
The Trappings of a Champion
Written by: Bailey
Quadros: We’ve just gotten word that Cross Recoba has entered the building!
Franks: So what…
Quadros: He’s a big star now, it matters to people…
Franks: …
We cut backstage to where newly crowned PWA Superstar Cross Recoba is in his locker room. He is
flanked by a PWA runner and Lillian Walker. He is sitting on a window ledge having a cigarette and we’re
unable to work out what words are being said. A knock is heard at the door, they ignore it before the door
slams open and there stands PWA Head of Security, Mugs Hammerfist. Cross turns towards the door and
shakes his head.
Cross: Mugs…you’re late…
Mugs looks as happy as anyone made to sit through the ‘Best Of Adam Majors’ DVD (It’s shorter than an
ad break). He steps into the room and shuts the door, walking over to the bench he goes to pick up the PWA
Light-Heavyweight title.
Cross: Woah! Stop right there…
Mugs: You wanted security…that’s the most valuable thing in the room.
Cross: Costello wanted you for security, I…want you to back away from that title , no-one touches it! It’s
mine.
Cross exhales smoke outside and throws the cigarette out the window. He walks up to Mugs.
Mugs: Look, I’m doing this because Costello is paying me, you think I care if the state of Oregon rips you
limb from limb? Be better for everyone if it happened and London McCormack could be the rightful owner of
the belt.
Cross: But as he’s not, you pretty much work for me. So when I go out there tonight to see if anyone can
break the hold that will take me, and this title, to the top of the wrestling world.
Mugs: Who have you got for the whole challenge tonight?
Cross: That’d be telling now wouldn’t it…
Mugs isn’t happy at the coy comment.
Mugs: Look, I need to know, you have to tell me, else it’s back to the tracking device.
Cross: I’m a champion, we don’t get tracked, we’re followed without the need to be low-jacked. All I’ll
say is it’s not a wrestler.
Mugs: Then I’m coming out there with you.
Cross: Fine…suit yourself.
Natural Born Thriller
Written by: Jay
[The scene cuts to the back with Johnny Red. Johnny is unusually happy about something.]
Johnny: Ladies and gentlemen, Mystic J.
[Mystic walks into the picture, not smiling, which is quite unusual. He stares, intensely, at Johnny, then the
camera, licking his lips.]
Johnny: Mystic, tonight you go one-on-one with "The Natura--
[Mystic interrupts Johnny by putting his hand in Johnny's face. In the silence, it is possible to hear the
crowd continuously chanting Mystic's name. This causes Mystic to smile.]
Mystic: Sorry, Johnny. Nothing personal, but I love it when the crowd does that. Go on. Ask The Mystic
One your questions.
[Johnny looks at Mystic, unsure, but continues.]
Johnny: Tonight, Mystic, you face "The Natura--
[Again, Mystic interrupts him, in the same fashion. Instead of listening to the crowd chant his name, Mystic
points to someone off-camera. He smiles his infamous lopsided grin, shakes his hips slightly and nods.]
Mystic: Hey there. You want some of The Mystic One's... ding dong?
[Johnny stares, bewildered at Mystic's question of to the off-camera person. Mystic looks at Johnny.]
Mystic: The hell are you looking at The Mystic One like that for, Johnny Red? Are you gay?
[Johnny vehemently shakes his head no.]
Mystic: Then why are you looking at me like that? It's embarrassing. Not to mention, it makes you look like
a complete retard.
[Johnny closes his eyes, shaking his head.]
Mystic: Well then, let me ask you, Johnny Red... do YOU want some of The Mystic One's ding dong?
[With this, Mystic produces a Ding Dong snack cake from somewhere. Johnny looks at it and reaches for
it, greedily. Mystic pulls his hand away before Johnny can grab it.]
Mystic: YOU FREAK! Get out of The Mystic One's face.
[Mystic pushes Johnny out of the camera scene, grabbing the microphone for himself.]
Mystic: Tonight, in front of thousands upon thousands of screaming Mysticites, live in PORTLAND,
OREGON, you will see The Mystic One take it to The Natural, Mister Bryce Michaels. Now, Bryce, you may be
already believing that you're going to win tonight. Don't do that to yourself, Bryce! It's hard on your ego to
pretend you're immortal. There are many of other things to be doing instead.
So tonight, you can sit in your locker room, choking back a hotdog; because we all know you love the
hotdog, and you can be sipping back a Coke; cuz we all know you love the coke, and you can be thinking to
yourself: "how do I combat a Mystic J.?" You don't, Bryce. It's completely, scientifically, pontifically, realistically,
artistically, mentally, verbally, bowling alley impossible. The only way you could even stand a chance is by
going into that ring tonight and hoping that one of two things happens: one, I have a heart attack and die and
you get the easy victory, or two, I'm feeling extra nice to you and don't turn your goddamn face into split-pea
soup!
Either way, tonight, Bryce, you're going to go on a ride you'll never forget -- or like. AND THERE AIN'T A
DAMN THING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT.
[Mystic gets up close to the camera.]
Mystic: Trust me.
[Scene cuts to a commercial.]
Feminizing the PWA
Written by: Neil
An outside view of the Rose Garden is shown as a group of protesters from the Feminist League of
America is standing outside, picketing. The group is no where near the size of protesters that showed up at Mob
Rules demanding Aiden Miles be fired. Still, Boz Wells and the Hammerfist Security guards stand in front of the
doorway, denying the FLA activists entrance to the arena.
FLA Activists: Fire Aiden Miles! Fire Aiden Miles! Fire Aiden Miles!
The scene then goes inside of the Rose Garden where Commissioner Butcher is sitting behind his desk.
Board of Director member John Harkes is in the office as well, dressed in his usual Guru Athletics sports gear
and looking quite concerned over tonight’s show.
The Butcher: Just calm down, John. It’s not good for your heart.
John Harkes: No, it’s not. And neither is the stock of my company taking a hit after the media caught wind
that I’m affiliated with PWA. Now they’re wondering if Guru Sports is another sexist company! The FLA are
investigating the number of female employees I have working for me!
The Butcher: Don’t worry, John. I’ll handle this. It’s all a misunderstanding. The Feminist League of
America is supposed to be sending a representative to meet with me tonight. I’ll smooth everything over.
As Mr. Harkes continues to pace back in forth in the office, in steps Wren Chesney unannounced. For
whatever reason though, VCR is not glued to her hip as usual. Up on seeing Mrs. Chesney entering his office,
the Commissioner grumbles over her very presence.
The Butcher: What do you want, Wren? I can’t be bothered tonight.
Wren Chesney: Oh I’m sure you’ll find time for me, Cortez. You always do.
The Butcher: Not this week, Wren. I mean it. No games. The very future and credibility of PWA is on the
line tonight as I meet with FLA’s representative.
Wren Chesney: You mean Mr. Harkes is not going to meet with the representative? He’s a bit
more…savvy and respectable in these matters.
John Harkes: Thank you, Wren, but I just can’t deal with this right now. It’s becoming too much. I’ll just get
a briefing on what happened later tonight.
The Butcher: Yeah, I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry. If the woman tries to make demands, I’ll stand firm. I
won’t let some woman who’s been put in her place all her life dictate how this company will be run. If the bitch
tries to play hardball, I’ll throw her big ass out of the building.
Wren Chesney: Butcher! That’s hardly the way to speak about the FLA representative! If anything, talking
like that about a woman is the reason PWA is in the mess! And let’s not forget Aiden Miles groping female
employees!
The Butcher: I appreciate your concern, Wren. Believe me, the feminist will get no where tonight and
Aiden Miles will still be working for PWA. Now if you’ll please leave, I have to prepare.
Wren Chesney: But the representative is all ready here.
The Butcher: What? She’s all ready here? That’s a bit early. Why wasn’t I notified? Did you know about
this, John?
John Harkes: I had no idea. Who is she, Wren?
Mrs. Chesney gets a mischievous smirk over her face as she takes a seat in the empty chair next to the
Commissioner’s desk.
Wren Chesney: I am that representative, John.
John Harkes: You are? Oh geez. This is bad. I’m out of here.
On that note Mr. Harkes leave the office before anything else can be said. Commissioner Butcher let’s out
a nervous chuckle. Obviously he did not see this coming.
The Butcher: Heh, great. Wren Chesney is a feminist. Who knew?
Wren Chesney: I am a patriot, Butcher. I am a woman’s rights advocate and senior member of the FLA.
Maybe you should have done your homework. Then again, if you ever did perhaps you wouldn’t have been a
sleazy wrestler.
Before the Commissioner can even respond to that jab, Referee Sasha Brown walks on by the open office
door and peaks in with a smile. As usual she has her tight referee shirt custom trimmed in suggestive areas.
Referee Sasha Brown: Ah, Wren, there you are! I was looking all over for you.
Wren Chesney: Hello, Sasha. Ready for tonight’s match?
Referee Sasha Brown: Am I ever! I didn’t think I would ever be so excited to referee an Aiden Miles match
like I am tonight. Well, I better get going. Commissioner.
The Butcher: Oh man. This has been a set-up all along?
Mrs. Chesney gets up from her chair and walks over towards the open door.
Wren Chesney: If you can’t fire them, ruin them, Butcher. Aiden Miles is in for a rough night.
The Butcher: And so am I.
Wren Chesney: Come now, Commissioner. Let’s discuss how we can “feminize” the Premiere Wrestling
Alliance some more.
She then closes the door with a smile over her face as the show heads back towards the ring.
Defending Honor
Written by: Andrew & Mike
("Man in the Box" can be heard playing over the PA system, and the crowd boos as Bryce Micheals can be
seen making his way toward the ring, with that omnipresent smirk firmly implanted on his face. Grabbing a mic
off of the announcer's table, he makes his way into the ring, and, after a moment spent basking in the crowd's
hate-filled reaction, raises the microphone and proceeds to address the throng in attendance.)
Bryce: Mob Rules has come and gone, and there are certain conclusions that we all can draw from the
events that took place last week. By now, anyone with half a brain cell knows that Nighthawk no longer has any
right to call himself "Best in the World". I think we ALL know who that title belongs to, and it sure as hell ain't
him...
We can also draw the conclusion that people are getting sick and tired of Gundan RTO fighting one
another for a World Title that none of them really deserve to wear around their waist.
I think that it's high time that someone else comes along, and shows them where the true power lies in the
federation. And, I think the person that can do that is standing right here...yours truly, "The Best in the World",
"The Natural", the only winner of TNW's Grand Slam, Bryce Micheals.
So, right here...right now...I'm making it clear that I want a chance to save the PWA from the filth that is
Gundan RTO, so that a REAL champion can give the World Title the prestige that it deserves!
Quadros: Bryce Micheals wants the PWA World Heavyweight Title! And we all know that what Bryce
wants, he usually gets! Gundan RTO had better be on the lookout, because-
(At that moment, "Deep Impact" by Dragon Ash begins to play over the loudspeaker...)
Franks: That's RTO's theme music! I wonder which member of RTO will come out to address the comments
made by Bryce!
(After a couple of moments, Terminu appears at the top of the entrance ramp, earning a pretty loud pop
from the crowd as he smiles into the microphone and stares at The Natural with a look of amusement in his eye.)
Terminus: Bryce...I was just curious...did you just refer to the members of Gundan RTO as "filth"?
Bryce: I don't believe that I stuttered when I said that, Termite.
Terminus: Well, coming from a man who has spent his entire career sucking up to Daz Van Dyke in order
to secure undeserved title shot after undeserved title shot, that's actually quite a compliment.
Bryce: Terminus, it seems as thouugh you've forgotten that I earned one of the chances to win the TNW
World Title by C-4'ing your sorry carcass off the top rope.
Terminus: Not at all...in much the same way that I doubt that you've forgotten the fact that I nearly tore off
your left arm when I defeated you for the TNW Franchise Championship...
Bryce: Yeah, well....everyone can get lucky once in their lives, Termite. But, I know you didn't come down
here to talk about the good old days, so, if you'll kindly say what you have to say and let me get back to more
important matters, I sure would appreciate it.
Terminus: Oh, of course...I just wanted to say that, whether you like it or not, it won't be you, or I, who
faces Jason Sandman for the belt at High Stakes...it will be none other than Jiraiya Kaito.
But, I also wanted to state that, since I am a former world champion in THIS federation, that I think I'm also
entitled to stake my claim to a future title shot down the road...and, that since I am also a member of Gundan
RTO, I'm also obligated to defend its honor when it is being insulted by the likes of arrogant windbags like
yourself!
Bryce: Well, Terminus...if you're really so concerned with defending the honor of Gundan, then why don't
you step into the ring with me, and we can discuss this matter face to face?
Terminus: Oh, Bryce...I thought that you'd never ask....
(As the crowd goes crazy, Terminus slams down the mic, and slowly begins to make his way toward the
ring, eyes focused upon the Natural as the latter motions him to bring it on. However, that means that he fails to
notice Hotshot Chris Micheals storming down the ramp behind him...and is in no position to defend himself as
the PREMIERE champion clocks him in the back of the head with a running forearm. Terminus drops to his
knees, and the two Micheals proceed to lay into him with a series of kicks and stomps until Mystic J and
Nighthawk appear to run off the two assailants.
Nighthawk and Mystic proceed to check on the condition of Terminus, who simply rolls to his feet and
glares at the two Hell Brothers before making his way to the back without only the slightest of nods of
acknowledgement.)
Franks: Oh my! What an explosive situation that was! Hotshot and Bryce just laid into Terminus, and you
know that the New Age Punisher will be looking for revenge at some point.
Quadros: Yeah, well, he should be looking behind him where ever he goes, because as far as Bryce and
Hotshot is concerned, he's wearing a great big target on his back!
Aiden Miles vs. Jessi Colter
Written by: Steve
Nonpoints In The Air Tonight plays through the speaker system, as
smoke fills around the entrance ramp, hovering a few centimeters above
the ground. A platform slowly rises from under the ramp, as Aiden
Miles stands with his arms outstretched, with his head hung, almost
like a rock star pose. As the ramp connects with the platform. A black
army style shirt, arms cut off, unbuttoned flaps a little in the wind
from the smoke machines, as Miles reaches the ring, rolling under the
bottom rope.
Franks : Well here he is, The Standard Aiden Miles. I still can't
believe this match is going ahead here tonight. It's actually quite
sickening to think about it.
Quadros : Hey, it's not all a bed of roses for Aiden too, you know!
Sasha Brown is referring this contest, and we all know the history
those two have!
Franks : Brought on by himself.
What I Want" by Daughtry begins to play in the arena. As the chorus
starts, a blast of fireworks come out from the entrance ramp and smoke
starts to fill the arena. It begins to clear and standing on the stage
are Chris Wilkins and Jessi Colter, holding hands. They walk down to
the ring and when they reach ringside, they kiss then Jessi climbs up
the steel steps, tentatively going inside the ring, looking scared of
Aiden Miles.
Franks : Look at her, Ray. Standing shaking like a leaf! She's not
even got proper wrestling attire, just a track suit!
Quadros : It's strange, even though Wilkins isn't scheduled to
compete. He's still dressed in his silly little white costume! Doesn't
he have normal clothes?
Franks : Well, this one might get a little out of hand, he might be
glad he's wearing it!
Referee Sasha Brown reluctantly rings the opening bell. Knowing that
she has to be involved in a match where a male has to beat a female!
She doesn't look happy, and instantly warns Aiden Miles about his
conduct during the match. Miles cockily shrugs her words off and
stalks Jessi Colter around the ring. Jessi, scared stiff doesn't move
from the corner as Miles charges towards her! She squeals in surprise
and fear, but Miles stops short, blocking his charge to the corner
with his hands right before contact. Jessi drops to her backside as
Miles laughs at himself, only frustrating Chris Wilkins even further!
Franks : I think Aiden Miles is just in this to taunt Chris Wilkins! I
don't think he wants to hurt Jessi Colter in the slightest.
Quadros : Don't speak too soon, Carl.
Indeed, inside the ring Aiden Miles has his hands on the collar of
Jessi Colter's tracksuit and pulls her to her feet. She squirms and
flails her legs and arms trying to connect with any part of Aiden
Miles body, but she fails to do so. Instead, Aiden Miles lifts her up
on his shoulder as her stomach is placed on his shoulder! With one arm
he holds her in place, and the other? He smacks her behind multiple
times. The crowd, Wilkins AND Referee Sasha Brown are incensed but
Miles simply walks around the ring almost showing off! He drops her to
the floor and in an act of confidence, sniffs his hand, before
pretending to lick his palm.
Franks : This is disgusting!
Quadros : He doesn't mean a thing, he's just having a laugh.
Franks : You know, something tells me he isn't having a laugh.
Something tells me he means everything and thats why people are so
offended by this cretin!
Quadros: Woah, easy there! Cretin? Thats a bit harsh.
Franks : Harsh, but true!
Jessi Colter, holding her backside charges at Aiden Miles throwing her
arms around, trying to strike Aiden Miles. She's going to have to hit
Aiden with a lucky shot for this to be over without her having too
much damage inflicted on herself. Aiden Miles simply stands, taking
the shots to the chest like they where nothing. However, Aiden Miles
buckles in pain as Jessi Colter strikes Aiden Miles right in the
crotch with a flying arm! Miles is on his knee's and Jessi Colter
looks a little upset, she obviously didn't mean that, but Chris
Wilkins and even the referee Sasha Brown seem pleased with the result
and are eager for her to capitalize!
Franks : Aiden Miles is in toruble, Momma Miles might not have grand children!
Quadros : Only because this company has caused every woman to hate him
so much! How's he ever gonna get laid? All thanks to Sasha Brown! Have
you ever seen a referee cheering so much in the ring for a wrestler?
Unbelievable!
Aiden Miles is on his feet, and the smile is wiped from his face as he
stalks Jessi Colter. She throws out a one handed slap which Aiden
Miles blocks, holding her wrist before swinging a right arm out and
clocking Jessi Colter down to the mat!
Franks : Oh that was sick! She's a woman! This is getting out of control!
With Jessi holding her face on the floor, Chris Wilkins looks visibly
upset and hops onto the ring apron to shout abuse at Aiden Miles.
Aiden pays no attention and pulls Colter up to her feet by the hair,
pointing his finger in her face with the crowd in a state of shock and
horror. Sasha Brown is trying to convince Aiden to let her go, but he
won't and instead lifts her up onto his shoulders, almost like a
torture rack position.
Franks : God damn it let her go! This has gone too damn far!
Quadros : Wren Chesney made the match, Carl. It's all legal babay!
Chris Wilkins is still on the ring apron, he knows getting involved in
the ring will only make the matters worse but is pleading with Aiden
to let Jessi Colter go. Miles, still with Colter on his shoulders
walks over to Chris Wilkins on the ring apron, almost mocking him as
he has Colter well in control. Chris Wilkins however swings a fist at
Aiden Miles knocking him right on the nose, Miles staggers backwards
and Jessi Colter rolls down his back, sunset flip powerbomb.....Sasha
Brown fast counts....1...2.....3!!!!! Aiden Miles just got beat by
Jessi Colter!
Ferdinand : Here is your winner......JESSI COLTER!
Jessi rolls out of the ring as quick as she can, right into the arms
of Chris Wilkins as the two celebrate up the ramp! Sasha Brown is
standing over Aiden Miles as he comes to the realization that his
music isn't playing and he's lost the match. Sasha Brown rushes to
Jessi Colter on the ramp raising her hand, with Aiden Miles watching
on gutted!
Franks : Wow, after all that Jessi Colter picks up the victory! Aiden
Miles is fuming! Maybe a little bit of justice after the past few
weeks actions!
Quadros : How will he show his face again! Being beaten by a GIRL?
God.....this place has taken a turn for the worse.
I'm BACK!
Written by: Me, myself, and I
Franks: Fans we’re about to go backstage to Johnny Red who is standing by with…
Before Franks can continue the lights in the arena dim and the silhouette of man is outlined on the big
screen, then “Hero” by Pop Evil begins playing over the PA and the fans erupt.
Quadros: Jake Keeton!!! That’s Jake Keeton’s music.
Franks: It certainly is, but that….
The lights raise and the man turns around and begins walking towards the ring, the ring attire matches,
the hair style and the facial hair match, but it’s clearly NOT Jake Keeton.
Franks: I had heard about the possibility of this happening, Wren Chesney has lost her mind if she thinks
anyone is going to believe that this guy is Jake Keeton.
“Jake Keeton” gets in the ring and asks for a microphone. He’s handed one by a ringside attendant. He
brings the mic to his lips but the cheering from the fans in the far away seats and the booing from the fans who
are closer and can see this is not Society’s Stain.
“Jake Keeton”: Damn y’all it’s good to be back!
The few remaining cheer turn to boos with the first words out of his mouth.
Franks: You hear that Wren? Our fans aren’t the total morons you make them out to be. He may look a little
like Keeton, but he’s bigger and sounds nothing like him.
Quadros: I do have to agree that Jake Keeton’s southern accent has gotten a bit worse since he’s been
away.
Franks: Because it’s not Jake Keeton!
“Jake Keeton”: Now I know you all must be real happy to see me back, but I ain’t here to talk. I’m ready to
get back to my winning ways, so I’m making a challenge right now. The new and improved Jake Keeton wants
to take on a man he’s beaten multiple times here in PWA. That’s right! I’m calling out Nighthawk!
The fans cheer at the mention of The Wrestling Machine, while some continue to heckle and laugh at the
horrible Jake Keeton impersonator. “Jake Keeton” drops the mic as “Hero” starts playing again.
Franks: That’s it? He comes out and calls out Nighthawk and leaves. No way the real Jake Keeton would
have said that little after being out of PWA for as long as he has.
Quadros: Maybe he wants to prove actions are louder than words.
Franks: And maybe that WASN’T Jake Keeton! We have to go to a commercial; we’ll be right back folks!
Fake? He's the Real Deal!
Written by: Me, myself, and I
The Butcher looks furious as he walks down the hallway and comes upon Wren Chesney who is talking
with a production worker.
The Butcher: What in the hell was that? Do you think our fans are that stupid?
Wren Chesney: Yes, I do think they are stupid. Which particular instance of fan stupidity are we talking
about though?
The Butcher: You know what I’m talking about. That very bad rip off of Jake Keeton that just left the ring!
Wren Chesney: I’m not sure what you’re talking about Cortez. I heard Keeton would be making his return
tonight. In fact I spoke with him earlier and let him know how displeased I was with his old friend Nighthawk
injuring my husband last week.
The Butcher: Oh so the fake is not only your hand picked choice to play the former Light Heavy Weight
Champion but he’s doing your bidding for you too?
Wren Chesney: What do you mean?
The Butcher: You know exactly what I mean, that imposter called out Nighthawk just like you told him too.
Wren Chesney: How sweet of him.
The Butcher: Yeah real sweet like you didn’t know he was going to do that.
Wren Chesney: Well are you going to make the match happen?
The Butcher: I suppose I will, I just hope your Fake Jake Keeton suffers the same fate VCR did last week!
With that The Butcher storms off leaving a pleased looking Wren Chesney to go back about her business.
Be Not Cool
Written by: Jason
Cut to the backstage area. Specifically the Gundan RTO locker room.
Even more specifically, inside of their locker room. We find Natalie
Snow massaging Terminus' shoulders as Jiraiya Kaito proceeds to
stretch. But all of this activity comes to a screeching halt upon
Jason Sandman's entrance into the room. Immediately, Terminus and
Natalie turns their backs to him. Jiraiya Kaito, on the other hand,
proceeds to stretch his arms.
Jason Sandman: Konnichiwa bitches! Your World Heavyweight champ has arrived!
No one responds to his arrival, however. This almost instantly kills
his excitement as he approaches Terminus.
Jason Sandman: Oh come on! I know you're still sore about me almost
killing you, but you said to bring everything I had. I was only doing
what you told me to. And MK... well... she couldn't help herself.
Natalie becomes enraged, but is quickly calmed down by her lover when
Terminus grabs her by the arm and shakes his head "no". Jason Sandman
shrugs them off and turns his attention to Jiraiya Kaito, who is still
in stretch-mode, focusing on his legs.
Jason Sandman: Well, I can at least count on you to respond. After
all, I didn't kill you at Mob Rules. So we're still cool as shit,
right?
Jiraiya Kaito stands upright and looks at the champ eye to eye. And
unlike Terminus and Natalie, he actually chooses to respond verbally.
Jiraiya Kaito: You think... that just because we have tag match
tonight... we suppose to be cool? After what you do to Taminusu at
pay-per-view!?
The champ begins to interject, but Jiraiya Kaito doesn't grant him the
opportunity.
Jiraiya Kaito: Hai. We have tag match. But we... not cool!
Jason Sandman tries to object, but only stumbles over his words. He
then gazes at Terminus, who remains silent.
Jason Sandman: B... b... but how?
Finally, Natalie Snow breaks her angered silence and answers him.
Natalie Snow: We don't feel that it's constructive to speak with the dead.
Again, the champion tries to object, but the Seiryuu cuts him off again.
Jiraiya Kaito: Hai. So you not "cool" with any one in Gundan RTO.
"Cool" stop when you try to kill Taminusu!
Now Terminus chooses to speak his mind. But his back remains facing the champ.
Terminus: And LIFE stops for the Orochi...in much the same way that it
did when Susanoo killed the orginal version so many years ago.
Jason Sandman: Susanoo? What the fuck are you talking about?
Jiraiya Kaito: You no worry about that. You only worry about to
achieve victory in tag match tonight. And I worry about not try to
kill you during tag match. No matter Ekibyougami show himself tonight
or not.
The champ scoffs at that statement. The Seiryuu then approaches
Sandman so that they're within mere inches of one another.
Jiraiya Kaito: And when we meet in ring for you title... not matter
you become Ekibyougami or not... I become Susanoo. And I... KILL...
YOU! OMAE O KOROSU!!!
Now Natalie decides to approach Sandman in the same manner as the Seiryuu.
Natalie Snow: So states the Seiryuu...
She brushes past the champ and exits the room. Terminus now approaches
him in the same fashion.
Terminus: So shall it be done.
He too brushes past the champ and exits the RTO locker room, leaving
only Sandman and Kaito in the room. Sandman balls up his fists in a
suppressed state of rage while the Seiryuu sizes him up in disgust. He
says one last thing to the champion, but in his own native tongue.
Jiraiya Kaito: ... Gaijin!
The Seiryuu brushes past Sandman and makes his exit as well. Once the
door closes, Sandman finally retaliates by punching a hole through the
door. He also begins shouting obscenities as we cut to commercials.
Dade Davis vs. Terminus
Written by: Andrew
Franks: Interesting match-up coming up, featuring Terminus returning to action after that hellacious
encounter with Jason Sandman at Mob Rules last week, taking on The Franchise, Dade Davis, who is starting to
make a quite a name for himself in PWA competition.
Quadros: Yeah, Davis is on the way up, and Terminus is on the way down, and it will be interesting to see
what happens when the two of them cross paths.
(Red smoke began to billow from the stage, and yellow fire shot up, when it cleared, "Burn In My Light"
began to play, and the crowd booed the appearance of Dade Davis, who grinned from ear to ear as he walked
to the ring with his arms outstretched...holding the pose as he entered the ring and made his way from corner to
corner, before standing in ring center with his chin held high to await the arrival of his opponent.
Then the arena dimmed to near-total darkness, and the crowd erupted into cheers as strobe lights began
to flicker in time to the first few drum beats of "Stigmata" began to play over the sound system. As soon as the
main riff of the song kicked in, Terminus appeared at the top of the entrance ramp, standing amidst a shower of
white fireworks with Natalie Snow hanging off of him at his side. The couple then made their way down to the
ring, Natalie acknowledging the crowd's ovation with a smile and wave of the hand, while Terminus simply kept
his attention focused upon the ring, After taking a moment to whisper something into Natalie's ear that made her
smile grow even wider, the New Age Punisher then slid into the ring, gave his familiar throat-slash taunt, and
crouched in the corner to await the beginning of the match.)
(Andy Sheppard signaled for the opening bell, and Dade waved Terminus toward him with a cocky smirk
on his face. The masked man seemed only too happy to oblige, and lunged toward Davis as if to engage in a
lock-up. However, the masked man ducked under his opponent's clutches at the last moment, and quickly took
his opponent to the mat with a side headlock take down as the latter turned to face him. In response, Davis
simply reached up, grabbed the hair, and pulled his opponent into a head scissors; the masked man simply
maneuvered into better position, and then kipped up and out of the hold.
Dade just stared at Terminus for a second, who simply shrugged in response. and then the two locked
up.Davis gained the advantage with a top wrist lock, followed by a back heel trip take down, but Terminus
responded by doing a back somersault to get back to his feet, and then reversed the hold into a standing arm
wringer; Davis used his size advantage to whip his opponent off of him and into the ropes, and then charged
forward into a hard running shoulder block that deposited the masked man onto his back. Breaking out into that
cocky grin, Davis decided to try the same move again as he watched Terminus climb back to his feet. However,
the New Age Punisher proceeded to duck under his opponent's attack, and then sprang back to his feet and
nailed the oncoming Davis square in the face with a beautiful standing Dropsault that earned an appreciative
pop from the crowd, and a convinced smile from Natalie at ringside.
Not wasting a moment, Terminus picked his stricken opponent off the mat, booted him in the gut with a
shoot kick, and then powered him over into a Floatover Snap Suplex for the first pinfall attempt of the match:
1....2....Kick Out! Undaunted, the masked man simply pulled his opponent back up by the arm, and then
whipped him into the ropes before following him in with a Flying High Knee into the corner. Terminus then
followed up with a very pretty Corner Run-Up Backflip Kick, and then capped the sequence by grabbing him in
a Front Headlock, and twisting himself into a Tornado DDT! Cover: 1....2....Shoulder Up! Taking a deep breath
to keep his cool, the New Age Punisher pulled Dade back to his feet, and then attempted to whip him into the
ropes. Davis was able to reverse, sending Terminus flying into the strands; the masked had the presence of
mind to duck under Dade's attempted clothesline, and then leaped onto the second rope and sailed off into an
attempted moonsault. However, Davis was able to catch the smaller man in mid-air, and then proceeded to
drive him down into the mat with a thunderous Running Powerslam!
The Franchise broke out into an evil grin as he stared down at his stricken opponent, and then leveled a
meaningful stare in the direction of Natalie as he propped his opponent up into seated position, and then nailed
him with a stiff soccer kick to the back...and then a second...before capping this sequence with a hesitation
dropkick to the back of the head. Davis then knelt down, and placed a single hand across his opponent's chest
for the cover: 1....2....Kick Out! Not looking terribly perturbed, Dade simply hauled his opponent back to his
feet, and then proceeded to send him staggering back into the corner with a hard European Uppercut; Davis
then followed Terminus into the corner with a nasty Running Dropkick to the face, and then smiled as he
watched his opponent tumble forward to the mat. Smiling down at Natalie, the Franchise then scaled the
turnbuckles, looking to hit the Silver Spoon Swanton Bomb. However, the masked man was able to get his knees
up at the last moment, and Davis crashed hard against them before collapsing to the mat in agony.
Terminus took a moment to collect himself, and then proceeded to pull Davis up by the arm, before
turning it into a standing wristlock and nailing him with a series of shoot kicks to the ribs. The New Age Punisher
then took his oppponent down into a Russian Legsweep, and quickly followed up with a cover: 1....2....Kick
Out! Shaking his head, Terminus simply pulled his opponent up, and then scooped him off of the mat, before
dropping him head first with the Snap Northern Lights Bomb that he called Viaticum! Rather then go for the
cover, the masked man opted to go up top, and vaulted to the turnbuckle before sailing off into the Phoenix
Splash that he called Terminal Velocity! However, Dade still had enough strength left in him to return the favor
from a few minutes before, and got his knees up at the last second, which elicited a loud groan from the
audience and an even louder groan from Natalie.
Davis took a moment to shake clear the cobwebs, and then glared down at Terminus as the latter
attempted to rise, Yanking him roughly to his feet by the hair, Davis then doubled him over with a brutal knee to
the gut, before taking him over into a nice Fisherman's Suplex, bridging back for the attempted cover:
1....2...Kick Out! Looking a bit frustrated by his opponent's resilience, Davis assumed the mount, and nailed a
series of punches to the face, before pulling the masked man up, and lifting him into the air before dropping him
down with a Brain Buster. Cover: 1....2....Shoulder up! Looking terribly pissed, Davis pulled his opponent back
to his feet, and then proceeded to nail the Burning Hammer that he called Afterburn! Once again, Davis
covered, this time hooking the leg: 1......2........THREEEEEENO! Kick Out at 2.99999999999!!!!!!!!
Davis looked like he had just about enough of Terminus, and signaled to the crowd his intention to settle
matters once and for all with his No Class Vertebreaker. Davis then lifted Terminus up, but, somehow, the
masked man was able to land on his feet behind his opponent, and proceeded to snap him down with a
Backslide Driver. Dade somersaulted backward after being spiked head-first into the mat, and was in no
position to defend himself when Terminus nailed him with a follow-up flying wheel kick to the face just as he
rose!
Dade tumbled outside the ring and to the outside, and the masked man quickly sprang off the ropes, and
nailed him with a nasty sliding dropkick that send him crashing into the gurardrail. Davis remained on his hands
and knees, and Terminus looked to do more damage as he preapred to vault over the top rope onto his stricken
opponent. However, Andy Sheppard proceeded to stand just outside the ring apron in the masked man's path,
all the while admonishing him to get back into the ring so that he could issue his ten count. Terminus tried to
convince the official to move, but the ref was adamant in his refusal, and this allowed Dade the opporunity to
get back to his feet and climb onto the ring apron. He was still looking the worst for wear though, and Terminus
simply stared Sheppard down, and prepared to bring his opponent in the hard way with a vertical brainbuster.
However, as Davis was being lifted into the air, he threw some powder that he had collected on the outside into
his opponent's eyes, and a blinded Terminus fell backward with his opponent landing on top of him: Cover
ONE............TWO............Dade put his feet on the ropes, to prevent the desperation kick out from
Terminus.......THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!)
*UNHOLY HEEL POP!*
Quadros: He did it! Dade Davis has defeated Terminus!
Franks: That he did, but it's a pity that he had to cheat like a demon in order to secure the victory.
( As the crowd broke out into a loud "Bullshit" chant, Davis took a moment to bask in the crowd's jeering,
and then smirked down at Natalie as he pulled the still blinded Terminus back to his feet, and set him up once
again for the No Class. Just as he was about nail the move, Natalie came storming into the ring, and proceeded
to nail Dade with a kick straight to the nether reigons. Davis doubled over, allowing a somewhat recovered
Terminus to dropkick him in the back of the head, sending him flying over the top rope and to the arena floor.
Terminus and Natalie then stayed in the ring, glaring at Davis, who simply smiled as he left the ring, enjoying the
victory that he had just gained over the former World Champion. The couple then shook their heads, but took a
moment to to acknowledge the cheering of the fans before exiting the ring.)
Quadros: Poor form by Terminus and Natalie to attack Dade after the match! Why couldn't they just let
Dade Davis enjoy his hard-earned victory!
Franks: Probably because that would have meant that Terminus would have beeb spiked head-first into
the match! Well, by hook or by crook, Davis does indeed get the win, but Terminus looked impressive
nevertheless, and still remains a force in the PWA! And, since these two put on quite a show prior to that
controversial ending, I wouldn't mind seeing them go at it again
Hitlist Inc.
Written by: Bailey
“Space Dementia” by Muse strikes onto the sound system, by now the PWA faithful know enough about
the music to instantly launch into a barrage of boos. Oregon is really trying to put the man in his place. Out steps
Cross Recoba who has Lillian Walker on his arm. He flicks something off his suit jacket and takes Lillian’s
offered arm. Mugs Hammerfist follows in the background clearly annoyed at having to look after such a hated
adversary. Signs in the crowd read ‘KEETON WILL GET WHAT’S HIS!” , “SEXUAL HARASSMENT? MILES
HEAD THIS WAY!” and “VIOLATION IS NEVER WRONG!”.
As he passes the crowd in the aisle seats the cameras pick up debris being hurled in Recoba’s direction,
HD television is good for something. Cross steps onto the apron and undoes his jacket to reveal the PWA
Light-Heavyweight title proudly round his waist. He points to the belt and we hear him shout “All mine, don’t ya
just wish you could touch this…” before he sits on the middle rope to let Lillian in. A few wolf-whistles are heard
from the crowd as she steps between the ropes and these attract a scowl from Cross who wags his finger and
pulls out a microphone.
Mugs stands in the ring less impressed with the two people he shares it with. Cross beckons Lillian over
with a finger and taps his cheek, she pecks him on the cheek as he cracks a cocky smile and pulls out
something from his jacket pocket.
Cross: Welcome! Now I know, it’s hard for you guys to sit and wait for the main-event. You paid money to
see the big stars and at the moment you’re watching the trailers, I know…I’d much rather be back in my hotel
rooms taking body shots with Lillian, I’m sure you all recognise her, but to know my pain? … Not everyone can
date a movie star…
Franks: Just how much does this guy love himself?
Cross: ..Then again not everyone can hold a belt like this…
Cross undoes the strap and takes it in his hands, he kisses the belt and places it over Lillian’s shoulders.
Cross: I’m willing to bet that every red-blooded American male watching here at the arena or sitting on their
couch at home would kill for either of these things right here. A title belt that recognises just how talented I am
and a woman like that to come home to!
Quadros: Cross sure knows his demographics…
Cross: The thing is, that sort of stuff isn’t quite enough. As a champion I have a certain level of
responsibility and one of those responsibilities is to be a good public face for the company, so sitting ringside
are a group from the ‘Make a Wish’ foundation…paid for out of my own pocket.
Franks: *Splutters* I don’t believe it.
The camera cuts to show a group of kids looking eagerly on at the action from ringside.
Cross: I got this letter in my hand…let me read it.
He unfolds the letter.
Cross: Dear Mr. Recoba….that’s me…we watch PWA every week and although you aren’t a great role
model to the children we hope that you can appreciate they enjoy every minute of PWA programming, even the
times you are on, it would make their day if you could provide a night they’d remember for these children don’t
have much hope for survival and if you can make an impact on their shortened lifespan then we would greatly
appreciate it.
Cross wipes an imaginary tear from his eye.
Cross: What more could I do? I flew these kids down to the arena, they’ve had an open tab set up on all
the merchandise and concession stands, ringside tickets…the works. Makes you wish you were terminally ill
too doesn’t it?
This is getting near the knuckle, so much so that garbage is hurled at the ring.
Cross: I do have one more surprise for the kids though, aren’t they special? Normally at this point I’d ask
one of the many lazy, overweight, excuses for human beings that reside in Oregon if they fancy making money
trying to break the most impervious hold in this fine sport but tonight, I’m making it all about the kids. I will give
a cool, hard, one million dollars to any child who wants to break the hold. Go on…who wants in?
Franks: You know when you think you’ve seen it all and it can’t get any worse…
Quadros: Like finding out your wife likes bald, recently deceased ring announcers?
Franks: Exactly like that…well this is a new low for myself right now.
The children seem to be enjoying it though and they start to bicker . Lillian goes out the ring and looks to
Cross to see who to pick.
Cross: Not that one, he’s too small…
Lillian moves along.
Cross: Serious? What about his I.V.?
Once again.
Cross: Perfect, bring up Cancer Boy right now!
Lillian lifts Cancer Boy over the guard-rail. Mugs grabs the microphone. He is clearly livid.
Mugs: Don’t you dare bring that kid in here!
Cross: Are you…threatening me?
Cross starts to get in the face of Hammerfist.
Mugs: I don’t care, you can’t do that, the show will be pulled.
Cross: Go on…lay a finger on me….
Franks: Recoba is openly goading Mugs!
Quadros: If Hammerfist touches him then Cross can go open-season on him!
Mugs contemplates it but turns round.
Cross: He’s only got Cancer, Mugs…it’s not like he’s….BLACK!
Mugs snaps and charges at Cross, Lillian places the kid back in the crowd and turns to see Cross
drop-toe-hold Mugs to the floor, He motions for the belt from Lillian who slides it in. Cross delivers a sickening
shot to the temple of Mugs as he staggers up that sends the PWA staffer back to the canvas.
Cross: Mugs, you made your own choice.
Cross picks up the limp body of Mugs and applies Garibaldi’s Guillotine.
Franks: Mugs is out cold, this is just a lynching…I bet Cross set the whole thing up!
Quadros: Why would he do that?
Franks: Hammerfist has tried to beat some order into the kid and what has the snot-faced brat done?
Acted like a petulant little runt!
Mugs is clearly in no state to submit. Cross is indignant at one PWA road agent who is trying to reason with
him to drop the move.
Quadros: What did Hammerfist do for us lately?
Unbeknownst to Cross someone else has entered the ring, he is still arguing with the road agent. Lillian
tries to shout at him but it’s too late. He drops Mugs just in time for …
Franks: DELIVERANCE!!!
Quadros: OH MY GOD Nighthawk!
As Nighthawk stands in the ring, calmly extricating Mugs from the submission hold, he asks for the
microphone from the ring announcer.
Nighthawk: “Cross you want to try and put that Garibaldi’s Guillotine on someone? How about…. Next
week you try someone like me? And one more thing Cross…. Apocalipsis Ahora!”
JJ Biggs vs. Ryan Shane
Written by: Bailey
Ferdinand: Coming to the ring, weighing 297 lbs, from Miami, Florida, former PWA Premiere Champion, JJ
Biggs!
"Voices" by Disturbed hits the speaker system as the crowd stands up and rains down with noos! The
curtain brushes aside and JJ Biggs walks out onto the top of the stage, with his manager Michael Bourne next to
him. He slaps his chest with his right hand a couple of times before making a fist and raising it above his head.
He continues walking down the stage and he climbs onto the apron. Meanwhile, Bourne walks up the steel steps
and he enters the ring through the middle rope. Biggs steps over the top rope and he goes to the ropes and
once again raises a fist over his head as the jeers grow louder. He takes off his t-shirt and he throws it into the
audience for an unlucky fan. Biggs looks into the camera…
Biggs: It’s coming home, baby!
Ferdinand: His opponent, standing at 5’11 and weight 210 lbs , from Allen Park, Michigan, please
welcome back….RYAN SHANE!
“Right Now” By Van Halen hits as Ryan Shane comes out, the fans cheer with anticipation at the returning
PWA star. He seems taken aback slightly by the response before walking down the aisle slapping the fans’
outstretched hands. He pauses for a minute before entering the ring . Biggs taunts him to come towards the ring
and as he does Biggs attempts a Baseball Slide but Shane moves out the way. The bell rings as both men start to
trade punches on the outside. Biggs gets the upper hand and rolls Shane into the ring.
Franks: Shane is a hell of a competitor, a win against Biggs could put him right up the ranks.
Quadros: He’s got to beat the man first, Biggs is one of the best competitors in the PWA.
Biggs continues to rain down kicks to Shane, Shane catches a boot and rolls through into a small package.
One..
Franks: Biggs will have to be careful, Shane is a great prospect for the future.
Shane and Biggs get up at the same time, they lock up, arm-drag from Shane, Biggs charges at him and is
met with a drop-toe hold. Biggs clearly looks to be getting annoyed. He rolls out the ring and starts to pace
round the arena. One….Two…Shane exist the ring and goes after Biggs, he spins him round but Biggs rakes his
eyes and Irish whips Shane into the ring post.
Quadros: Veteran move there, Shane gave him space and time to think.
Five…Biggs rolls Shane back into the ring and picks him up to his knees. Vicious knee strike to the head of
Shane, the referee tries to intervene but Biggs pushes him away. The referee warns him that next time he’ll be
disqualified but JJ doesn’t hear or care. Shane gets back to his feet but a kidney shot leaves him stumbling.
Biggs with the release German Suplex but Shane lands on his feet. Biggs thinks he’s got the kid where he wants.
Franks: Biggs is about to realise his mistake here.
Bulldog from Shane sends Biggs to the canvas. Michael Bourne is on the outside pounding the mat in
frustration. Shane goes to the middle rope and hits an Allen Park Elbow, a cover one..tw…kickout! Biggs isn’t
down yet.
Quadros: This is a poor showing from Biggs, bet he’s just playing possum.
Franks: Reports have circulated that JJ has not felt like his old self recently, I’d be inclined to agree on
today’s showing.
Biggs gets to his feet and grabs the rope to gain some distance from the attack. Shane approaches him
and Biggs pushes Shane into the corner. The referee tells him to back off from Shane to give him to room to
recover. Biggs proclaims his innocence whilst mule-kicking Shane right in the baby maker.
Franks: What a dirty trick from Biggs there!
Quadros: That’s ring smarts, you can’t buy them!
Biggs applies an abdominal stretch to Shane, the referee checks on the rookie who is in more pain than he
should be given the cheap shots Biggs has taken in the match. The crowd start to get behind Shane as Biggs
wrenches the hold tighter.
Bourne: That’s it JJ!
Shane breaks free and applies a sleeper to Biggs in return. Biggs should easily overpower the lighter
wrestler. He tries to drop down but Shane catches him. He goes to grab a leg but Shane has left nothing open to
grab. He overpowers the cruiserweight and delivers an elbow to the bread-basket of Shane. Biggs sends Shane
to the ropes and looks for a clothesline but Shane rolls past him. He turns round. South Paw Shuffle!
One…Two...Biggs ducks the third, ACE CRUSHER! Shane is rocked by the move, Biggs smiles and kicks Shane
in the gut.
Quadros: Here comes the Shockwave!
Biggs goes to set Shane up for the move but Shane takes his legs from under him, Slingshot into the
turnbuckle dazes Biggs. Someday Snap!!!
Franks: Shane senses the win here!
Shane comes off the ropes and hit’s a Shaning Wizard that sends Biggs out the ring. Shane is incensed that
the referee wants to give Biggs room. One…Bourne tries to distract Shane but to no avail.
Two….Three….Bourne tries to rouse Biggs to feet, he props him against his shoulders and Biggs starts to see
clearer…Four…Biggs throws his hands in the air to signal he wants out. He stands of his own volition…Five…He
and Bourne start down the aisle.
Franks: What a coward! He can’t be serious…
Quadros: Pick your battles Carl, pick your battles!
Shane is still in the ring. Six…A fan goes to jump the guard-rail but Biggs slams him down to his feet.
Seven…Shane is resigned to staying in the ring. Eight….Biggs makes a cursory insulting gesture to the crowd
before heading to the top of the ramp…Nine…Bourne and Biggs disappear out of shot. Ten! The bell rings as
the referee signals the end of the match.
Ferdinand: The winner of this match, as a result of a Count-Out…”Right Now” Ryan Shane!
The crowd pop but not enthusiastically, the sentiment is shared by Shane who has his hand raised with
little enthusiasm considering he picked up the win.
Franks: Well Shane picked up the win upon his return to the PWA but you got to wonder just how happy he
is with the circumstances that lead to it.
Quadros: Biggs’ll be back and better than ever, he just had enough sense to resort to damage limitation.
Franks: Fans, it’ll be interesting to see how the outcome of this match affects the futures of both
competitors. We’ll see you right after this…
High Stake or Right Now?
Written by: Muru & Jay
[The match has ended and Ryan Shane is in the ring, a bit disappointed with the way he won. He grabs a
microphone to address the fans.]
Ryan Shane: So this is how the match is going to end, Biggs? You are just going to tuck your tail in between
your legs and walk away? I thought you were better than that, but I guess everything I said was true. You really
aren't good enough and it took a match with me to make you realize that. Looks like "The Featured Attraction"
just went straight to video.
[The fans cheer for Shane.]
Ryan Shane: It's alright, JJ, there is no shame in walking away. I told everyone I would be taking the PWA
by storm, and putting everyone on notice. Right now there isn't one person on the roster I don't think I can go toe
to toe with and BEAT! The only person to pin me that I haven't beaten is Jason Sandman. I just want one person
to come out hear and tell me I am wrong, that I am not as great as the fans thinks I am.
Franks: Shane laying down the challenge, Ray. And to be honest, I don't know if there is anyone who could
beat this kid. He's been impressive here in PWA since day one.
Quadros: Agreed, Carl. Ryan Shane will beat Sandman and avenge his only true loss and then, everything
will be right with the world.
Franks: Question is, will anyone answer the challenge?
[The fans cheer even louder for Shane as he raises his arms in celebration. Suddenly, his celebration is cut
short when"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.]
Franks: Maybe there is somebody, Ray!
Quadros: Oh God, not this loser.
[Mystic produces a microphone and begins to speak.]
Mystic: Ryan Shane, you may be gifted, you may be talented, and you may have beaten a laundry list of
challengers. But, there is one man you haven't beaten... ME! When it comes down to it, you wouldn't know what
to do in the ring with someone like me. And that puts me at an advantage.
Ryan Shane: An advantage? You think you have an advantage over me? I think that bump on your head
might be messing with your judgment. The only advantage you would have over me is the fact I wouldn't know if
I was facing Mystic J, or one of the other aliases you use. Much like Biggs you are on a downward slope and I
am on the upswing. Do you really want to be the next on the list, another stepping stone?
Mystic: Well if facing JJ Biggs makes you feel like you're on an upswing, then we're on two different lanes.
And as far as me being 'next on the list', if you think you have what it takes to stop the Train, then bring it.
Ryan Shane: I don't think you know what you are asking for old man. You are old enough to be my dad. I
think your best course of action would be to head off to the retirement home and take Chris Michaels with you.
How many of the fans would like to see Mystic J sitting in a wheelchair being spoon fed jello?
[The crowd boos much to the surprise of Shane]
Ryan Shane: Well surely you guys don't think he could beat me?
[This time he is met with a mixed reaction]
Ryan Shane: Guess there is only one way to settle this then.
Mystic: I guess so, Shane. But we can go about this two ways. One way is for me to kick you into next
Tuesday and back again right here, right now...
[Mystic receives a wave of cheers.]
Mystic: Or maybe, we can hold off until High Stakes, so I can do it with thousands of people in attendance
and millions watching at home!
[The crowd roars in approval.]
Franks: Oh hell yeah! I'd love to see them go at it right here!
Quadros: Settle down, Carl. You'll have a goddamn cornary.
Mystic: Choice is yours, kid.
Ryan Shane: I ask, why can't we have it both way?
[With that Shane throws his microphone down. Mystic shrugs, takes off his shirt and starts walking down
to the ring. Mystic slides in and Ryan starts to hit Mystic J with a flurry of left hands. After a few shots, J grabs
him and tosses him over the top rope and onto the floor. Shane is quick to his feet and teases getting back into
the ring before backing off. Mystic picks up the mic off the mat.]
Mystic: High Stakes it is, then.
["Right On Time" by AM Conspiracy plays again. Mystic stares down Shane, who retreats to the back, as
the crowd cheers on in approval.]
Franks: I cannot wait until High Stakes, Ray.
Quadros: Me either. Then, Shane can say he even beat that oaf, Mystic.
Franks: Don't count your chickens. Stranger things have happened.
Quadros: Don't get philosophical with me, Carl Franks. Shane will win. Period. End of story.
Partner of MY Choosing
Written by: Dan
[The scene cuts to the back where "The Franchise" Dade Davis. The #1 contender to the Premiere title is
flanked by three other, unknown, men inside The Butcher's office.]
Butcher: Who are they?
Franchise: Oh them? That's Franchise Security. I mean, someone as high profile as Dade Davis just can't
walk around without them. I mean, did you see HotShot earlier tonight? The man was irate. Granted, I probably
would be too if I was a washed up hack who was about to lose what will probably my last title ever to someone
much more superior that I didn't respect.
Butcher: Will they be sticking around for a while I take it?
Franchise: Well more than likely. Chances are, plenty of these plebeians will try and take pot-shots at The
Franchise. But they all serve a different purpose. See, they are all former trainees of mine and are skilled in
various ways. This muscle bound maniac is Anthony Ward...HotShot I'm sure remembers him. He is pure
physicality. And then we have Justin Stall, the speed of the organization. And this big tattooed freak is Eddie
McCarthy, he's the one that will snap your arm in half for fun. But that's not why we are talking, is it?
Butcher: No it is not Dade, actually I am sure the fans want to know, who is going to be your partner next
week.
Franchise: So Chris is getting impatient, eh? That's why I love playing mind games with that wily old-timer.
[Dade grins from ear to ear. As he does, Chris Michaels walks into the office and is taken back by all of the
people inside.]
Butcher: Gentlemen [motions at Franchise Security], do you mind waiting outside?
[Dade motions for the three men to exit. As they do, the one who has been introduced as Anthony Ward
stops in front of HotShot and the two stare each other down for a moment before Ward walks out and closes the
door behind him.]
Franchise: You want to know HotShot? Is little Bryce buzzing in your ear, wondering what you got him into?
HotShot: I have nothing to do with this Dade. Neither I, nor Bryce is worried about who your partner is.
Butcher: Oh, I know who it is.
Franchise: You what?
HotShot: Yeah, you what?
Butcher: I want to make it very clear that while I don't mind if you two kill each other inside a PWA ring,
that you aren't in charge and you don't make matches. So I am giving Bryce Michaels the week off.
HotShot: So I have to find a partner too? That's kind of ridiculous.
Butcher: No, next week Dade Davis will not be facing Chris or Bryce Michaels. Instead, he'll be facing his
Mob Rules opponent Mystic J....and Ryan Shane at Violation 30.
[Michaels begins laughing uncontrollably.]
HotShot: Is that in your little vision Dade? That match make your ERA?
Butcher: Dade has a tag-team partner.
Franchise: Not like I need one.
HotShot: Not like they'd help you.
Butcher [looking at Michaels]: It's you.
[At this point, Dade begins laughing.]
HotShot: Wait, what?! No. You can't.
[Dade still laughing, puts his hand on HotShot's shoulder.]
Franchise: Try to be a little more positive....partner.
[Michaels cringes.]
Butcher: You guys can go now.
Franchise: Chris, the vision is becoming complete and you and everyone else who may be wondering
where the vision goes, where Dade Davis takes this...just wait and see. Because what happens next will blow
your mind.....
[Dade begins to walk away out of the office, then stops and looks back with a devilish grin as Michaels
shakes his head with a volatile look on his face.]
Mystic J vs. Bryce Michaels
Written by: Neil
“Right On Time” by AM Conspiracy plays as the stage lights turn different color. Smoke pours from both
sides of the ramp way as Mystic J makes his way out from the back. Mystic J slowly stalks his way to the ring.
Upon reaching the apron, Mystic jumps up on it, then steps over the ropes, getting inside. Once inside the ring,
he raises his arms high in the air as his newly won over fans cheer for him.
Franks: Mystic J continues to be a force in the PWA ring, Ray.
Quadros: A force but an idiot. He eliminated himself at Mob Rules and now he’s going to lose again
against Bryce Michaels.
Then "Man in the Box" by Alice in Chains picks up as Bryce Michaels shows up to some boos. He makes
his way down to the ring, toying with fans to anger them. Bryce then enters the ring and plays the crowd a bit
more, causing them to boo even louder. He stares at Mystic J for a moment and brushes him off, asking if this
guy is serious.
Franks: Bryce Michaels has entered the ring and he should probably watch his back tonight with Terminus
lurking around after what happened earlier.
Quadros: That was justified. Terminus is out of control without the PWA World Heavyweight
Championship!
The Referee Pierre French calls for the bell and this match is underway. Bryce Michaels jaws with the
crowd for a moment and leaves himself open for Mystic to nail him from behind with a short clothesline. Mystic J
begins to kick away at Bryce who is in a defenseless position. Mystic J picks him up and throws him into the
corner. Mystic unloads some shots to the midsection of Michaels then takes him out with a palm blow. As
Michaels sits there in the corner on his rear end, Mystic runs with some speed and knees Bryce Michaels in the
face!
Franks: Oh! What a powerful move there!
Quadros: How dare Mystic J go after Bryce Michaels’ Hollywood looks!
Mystic picks Bryce Michaels back up and throws him with a big hip toss. Michaels crawls on his hands
and knees to get away from Mystic J. Mystic J grabs him, but Bryce hits him in the midsection. Bryce with a
European uppercut that rocks Mystic J back. Michaels chops him! WHOOO! Irish whip by Bryce. Mystic J runs
right into a kitchen sink the flips him over. Bryce Michaels then applies a headlock scissors. Mystic tries to
break free as Bryce looks out of the ring and taunts the crowd to rile them up even more.
Quadros: Shut up people! The “Best Wrestler in the World” is at work!
Franks: Bryce Michaels doesn’t have the PWA World Heavyweight Championship, Ray. He can’t be the
best.
Quadros: Give him time.
Mystic J is able to break free after a few moments. Both men get up and lock-up. Mystic J pushes Bryce
into the corner and shoulders him in the midsection. The Referee French pulls Mystic J back and Michaels takes
the opportunity to slap Mystic right across the face of Mystic! Mystic runs at Michaels but gets taken down with
a drop toe hold. Bryce then drop kicks Mystic J in the face! Bryce Michaels with a cover! 1...2...KICK OUT!
Franks: That was a brutal kick by Bryce.
Quadros: That should knock that stupid look off of Mystic’s face.
Michaels maintains the offensive as he hits a fireman's carry into a reverse DDT! Another cover!
1...2...THR...KICK OUT! Bryce Michaels then applies a Figure Four leg lock as the crowd gets restless. Mystic J
squirms in pain as Bryce smiles and laughs. The crowd starts to cheer "Mystic! Mystic! Mystic!". And as if he
were feeding off the fans cheering, Mystic J begins to gain some leverage. Then after a few hard moments, he's
able to turn the Figure Four over and reverse the pressure! Now Bryce Michaels is pounding the mat in pain as
Mystic J takes the upper hand!
Franks: Mystic J has these fans behind him!
Quadros: This isn't fair to Bryce Michaels. Everything is against him now.
Finally, the submission is completely released and both men struggle to their feet. Bryce whips Mystic to
the ropes and Mystic comes off with a flying shoulder block! Cover! 1...2...KICK OUT! Both men get up again
and trade punches! Bryce with a right! Mystic with a left! Bryce with a left! Mystic with a right! Bryce! Mystic!
Bryce! Mystic! Bryce! Mystic! Bryce! M! B! M! B! M! Mystic! Mystic! Mystic! Bryce is against the ropes! One big
punch by Mystic J and Bryce Michaels flies over the ropes!
Franks: What a shot by Mystic J!
Bryce Michaels slowly gets to his feet and looks to rebound but Mystic J is there! Mystic whips Bryce into
the barricade and Michaels goes down holding his back! The crowd cheers loudly as Mystic J hunts down his
prey. He grabs Bryce and takes him out with a half nelson suplex! Mystic throws Bryce Michaels back into the
ring and covers him again. 1...2...THRE....KICK OUT! Mystic J keeps up the pressure though as he hoists Bryce
into the air. He holds him. Holds him. Holds. Bryce's face is turning red! Then BAM! Beautiful delayed vertical
suplex by Mystic J! Another cover! 1...2...THREE!...NO! KICK OUT!
Franks: That was close! Mystic J won't give Bryce much room to move.
Quadros: Come on Bryce. You can't lose this match!
Mystic J is feeling confident now as he goes to the top turnbuckle! High risk move for him! He looks down
at Bryce, who isn't moving. He then jumps with a flying elbow drop!! Bryce Michaels moves out of the way!
Mystic rolls on the mat holding his elbow in pain as Michaels gets to his feet. Michaels shakes things off then
kicks Mystic in the neck. He picks Mystic J up and hits a northern lights suplex into a pin! 1...2...THR...KICK
OUT! Bryce Michaels argues with Referee French for a moment then drags Mystic to his feet again. Mystic
throws a punch but Bryce Michaels grabs the arm and damn near breaks it over his shoulder!
Franks: Now that was a nasty move there. Mystic J is hurt.
Quadros: That's what I'm talking about.
Michaels takes the arm again and slams it against the top rope and Mystic goes down holding his arm. As
Michaels is kicking away at the arm, out comes Terminus down to the ring! Bryce Michaels knew this was
coming all night after what happened earlier! Terminus is in no hurry though as Bryce Michaels is now taunting
the former Champion to get into the ring.
Franks: Terminus had better be careful here or he could give Bryce the disqualification victory.
Quadros: If he gets in that ring he should be suspended!
Michaels is holding up the middle rope and begging Terminus to get into the ring. Terminus is still in no
rush. Mystic J is back to his feet and blasts Michaels in the back of the head with an axe handle. He pulls
Michaels up, nods out to Terminus, Terminus nods back…747 by Mystic J!! Bryce Michaels went for the ride and
got drilled! Cover! 1!…2!…THREE!! DING! DING! DING!
Franks: Mystic J beats Bryce Michaels!
Quadros: Impossible! Terminus distracted Bryce Michaels! I demand a do over!
“Right On Time” kicks up for a moment as Mystic J takes the opportunity to toss Bryce Michaels out of the
ring so he can celebrate. Terminus is quick to pounce on Bryce Michaels and starts pounding away on him! The
crowd is going crazy as Terminus is trying to get some revenge from when Bryce set him up earlier tonight!
Here comes Hammerfist Security from all directions! They grab Terminus and pull him back from a barely
conscious Bryce Michaels!
Franks: Terminus has gone ballistic here, Ray! He wants a piece of Bryce Michaels right now!
Quadros: He just had a match! It’s not fair! This is further proof for Bryce’s lawsuit against PWA! It’s an
unsafe work place!
Franks: I don’t think this fight between Gundan RTO and the Michaels alliance is far from over!
My Friend Jake Keeton
Written by: Neil
The young chocolate color skinned Miranda Buck is seen backstage with her microphone standing in front
of a camera. The camera pans back as Board of Director member, Victor Cornelius Roberts, comes into view.
VCR is looking like he’s in bad shape as his hair is a mess and his left arm is wrapped in a sling. He looks to be in
a great deal of pain but that is almost negated by his nervousness standing alone next to the vivacious Miranda
Buck.
Miranda: Um, I’m standing here backstage with Victor Cornelius Roberts. I guess he has something to
say. Is Wren coming?
VCR: Na…na….no, Miranda. This is between you and uh…me. Yeah.
Miranda: Okay. What is it you have to say, Mr. Roberts?
VCR: I’m not a person of ma…many words, Miss Buck, but this is something I have to do. Last week at
Mob Rules that…that…amateur!…Nighthawk decided to once again lay his hands on me. That…no, WE can’t
have that, understand, Miranda?
Miranda: I think so.
VCR: Do I look like a wrestler, Miranda?
Miranda: No.
VCR: Then why…why did Nighthawk insist on putting me in the Hangman’s Clutch last week? He
separated my shoulder and for what? To intimidate me? To anger Wren? I don’t understand. But…but
Nighthawk will be made to understand something real soon. Next week. Yeah. Next week he’s going to be
facing Jake Keeton one-on-one and he’s gonna get his butt whooped again! See, Miranda, I do have friends.
Miranda: But that’s not Jake Keeton.
VCR: YES! Yes it is! He’s back! And he’s better than ever! Nighthawk will see! He’s improved and even
more dangerous than he was before! That’s why I am going to enjoy watching Nighthawk get manhandle by
Jake Keeton next week. Would you like to watch it with me, Miranda?
Miranda: Um, I’m kinda gonna be working that night, Mr. Roberts.
VCR: You don’t want to be my friend?
Miranda: Sure, I’ll be your friend, Mr. Roberts.
VCR: You will? That’s awesome! Ha! High five!
Do to his excitement over Miranda Buck wanting to be his friend, VCR raises his left arm up out of the sling
for a high five. Sensing he made a huge mistake, he pulls back his “injured” arm and grabs it, running off in
pain down the hallway. Miranda Buck is left standing there unsure what just happened there.
Jason Sandman & Kaito vs. Chris Michaels & Cross Recoba
Written by: Jonn
Franks: Well here we are folks. The main event and last match of the evening!
Quadros: You're making it sound like you think the fans are stupid. The main event is always the last match. Do
you think the viewers are dumb?
Franks: Of course I don't think that! PWA has some of the most intelligent fans in all of wrestling. Don't put words
in my mouth.
Quadros: Just for the record, our fans are stupid and dumb. They tune in every week and listen to you!
Ferdinand: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first. Weighing in at 225 lbs and
hailing from Roanoke, Virginia. He is the Premiere Wrestling Alliance Premiere Champion.... Chris...
“HotShot”... 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.)
Ferdinand: And his tag team partner. Weighing in at 230 lbs and currently residing in Las Vegas, Nevada. He is
the Premiere Wrestling Alliance Light Heavyweight Champion. Introducing to you... The Man Worth A
Thousand Bullets... Cross Recoba!!
(“Muse” by Space Dementia kicks up, causing the sold-out crowd to go into an uproar of boos. Out steps Cross
Recoba with a big smirk over his face, soaking in this unwelcome reception. As he begins to make his way
down to the ring he challenges nearby crowd members. Some take swings at him which he easily dodges with a
laugh after baiting them.)
Ferdinand: Introducing their opponents. Weighing in at approximately 189 lbs and coming from Naha,
Okinawa, Japan. He is the current #1 Contender to the PWA World Championship... The Azure Dragon...
Kaito!!!
(The lights go out in the arena. A dragon roar is heard over the arena speakers as fire explodes from the stage
area. Jiraiya Kaito is launched from underneath the stage and lands on one knee as the first opening riff of
Acma's "Follow Your Generation" plays. Blue lights swoop throughout the arena at the same time. 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 looks up at the ring and stands up while the fans show their appreciation for him. He then begins to walk
down to the ring with a look of determination on his face. Jiraiya Kaito leaps up onto the top turnbuckle and
faces the ring. He holds his hands above his head and brings them together in prayer-mode. He takes a deep
breath before leaping off the top turnbuckle and lands on one knee while pounding the middle of the ring with a
single fist, causing blue flames to erupt from all four ring posts. The lights return to normal as he looks up from
his kneeling position. He stands upright and soaks in the admiration from the fans in attendance.)
Ferdinand: And his tag team partner. Weighing in at 285 lbs and hailing from Norfolk, Virginia. He is your
Premiere Wrestling Alliance World Champion!!! “The Crippler” Jason Sandman!!!
(God Damn comes on speakers and as it begins Deal With It Bitch Productions Presents logo come on the
Teletron. When the opening words are heard the name of Jason Sandman shows up on the teletron. Jason
Sandman comes out of the entranceway and as he raises his singapore cane and a steel chair wrapped in
barbwire in the air. The World title is strapped diagonally across his body. As MK comes out and wraps her
arms around Jason pyro shoots off. Jason Sandman runs down to the ring, throwing the cane and chair over
before sliding under the ropes.)
Franks: Look at all that gold in the ring! The only person not holding any is Kaito and he is currently the #1
Contender.
Quadros: You're right about that Carl! All three singles champions went into Mob Rules with nothing and came
out Champions!
Franks: What might have been the most surprising win out of the three champs is our new World Champ, Jason
Sandman! He did what many claimed would be impossible.
Quadros: Anyone with common sense knew Sandman was going to walk away Champ. Terminus has been
overshadowing him and treating him like a puppet! Look what happened when the beast was let loose from his
cage!
Franks: I'll have you know that Terminus gave Sandman an extra chance after time ended in their 90 minute Iron
match.
Quadros: No one ever said Terminus has any smarts. He should have ran when he had the chance!
DING! DING! DING!
(The match starts off with Cross Recoba and Kaito circling each other in the middle of the ring. The two meet
simultaneously with Recoba getting the early edge with a weight and strength advantage. He pushes Kaito into
a vacant corner and holds him there until the referee forces a separation. As soon as the referee moves out of
the way, the new Light Heavyweight Champion charges the corner and looks to hit an elbow strike. Elbow
meets turnbuckle as Kaito moves out of the way with lightning fast quickness! Recoba turns around rubbing his
elbow. SMACK! Enzuigiri kick by Kaito! Cross Recoba comes out of the corner swinging at thin air and then
drops flat onto his face. Kaito quickly turns him over and goes for the pin! 1....... 2....... THRE- NO! Cross
Recoba manages to get a shoulder up in the knick of time! Kaito quickly up to his feet as he backs himself up
into the nearest ropes, bounces off them and then goes for the Rolling Thunder! Nobody home! Cross Recoba
rolls out of the way just in time. As Kaito finds his way to a standing position, Recoba sneaks up behind him and
delivers a devastating German Suplex and holds on with the bridge. Referee drops down and goes for the three
count! 1......... 2........... THRE.... Kaito rolls up and over his head up to one knee and as Recoba rolls to face his
opponent and up to all fours, Kaito nearly decapitates him with a vicious Dropsault! Kaito drops down and hooks
both legs very tightly! 1............ 2............. Chris Michaels breaks up the three count!)
Franks: What a match so far! Recoba and Kaito executing moves, being countered, countering back! This is the
kind of match we've been waiting to see!
Quadros: Just wait until our new World Champ steps into the ring. Then you're really going to see a match!
Franks: Indeed, Jason Sandman has been impressive as of late. However, I think you can say that about all four
superstars out there. All emerged victorious from Mob Rules and either team winning tonight could propel them
further up the food chain!
Quadros: I'm with you on this one. These four have everything going for them and maybe the best four wrestlers
PWA have to offer.
Franks: It's amazing we're agreeing so much.
Quadros: I'm totally going to vomit later cause of this.
(Sandman steps over the top rope and charges after Chris Michaels to even the odds. Chris Michaels ducks the
Clothesline attempt and uses Sandman's own momentum to send The Crippler sprawling through the middle
and top ropes. Sandman lands on the thin padding ringside and immediately goes limp. Meanwhile on the
inside of the ring, Michaels takes a look at his handy work, turns around to go after Kaito.... BAM! Spinning
Roundhouse Kick! Chris Michaels drops to the mat like a sack of potatoes while Kaito pretends smacks his
hands up in down as if he is dusting them off. Kaito turns around to put his attention back on the fallen Cross
Recoba.. except he isn't still down. Dropkick by Recoba! Kaito bounces up, but Recoba already waiting for him!
Recoba with a kick to the gut. DDT! He rolls Kaito over and goes for the pin! 1.......... 2......... THREE... NO! Kaito
reaches for the sky and gets a shoulder up with the referees hand only inches from the mat. Chris Michaels has
crawled over to his corner and recovers. Cross Recoba sprints towards the nearest corner and scales his way
to the top turnbuckle. Recoba stands on the top ropes facing out towards the crowd as he attempts a Moonsault
in hopes of sealing the deal. Canvas!! Kaito rolls over and both men are down!)
Franks: If Cross connects there, this match is over.
Quadros: Cross is going to be feeling that one for a while!
Franks: Kaito showing that he isn't about to go down yet. He's got a lot of fight left in him.
Quadros: So does your wife...
(Both men are trying to get to their corner. Kaito is on all fours as he slowly crawls towards his corner. Cross
Recoba dragging himself with both elbows towards the outstretched hand of Chris Michaels. Kaito is the first to
reach his corner, but Sandman is just now starting to come to on the outside of the ring. Kaito looking around
frantically to make the tag and to him, Sandman is nowhere to be seen! Cross Recoba makes a diving lunge and
Chris Michaels is tagged in! He propels himself over the top rope and races towards Kaito who is still on all
fours. Elbow to the kidney! Chris Michaels grabs Kaito by the legs and tries to drag him away from the corner.
Kaito grabs the bottom rope on either side of the corner and hangs on for dear life. Chris Michaels yanks back
really hard and Kaito is hoisted up into the air and ends up eating the mat with a Flapjack type maneuver! Chris
Michaels continues to hold onto Kaito's legs and then moves closer grabbing him around the waist with Kaito's
head still on the mat. He lifts Kaito up into the air and swing s him up and over his head... Wheelbarrow Suplex!
Michaels flips himself over, still holding onto Kaito's waist. He slides his hands down and holds Kaito by the
ankles as he attempts to pin Kaito. Referee drops down and goes for the three count! 1............. 2.............
THRE-... Kaito manages yet again to somehow kickout!!)
Franks: Chris Michaels takes advantage of Sandman not being in the right place at the right time. Kaito was put
in a rock and a hard place and the aging veteren is taking care of business.
Quadros: I'm surprised at how Michaels knew exactly what to do and when to do it. He had Kaito in all kinds of
bad shape! It's like these guys have been in the ring together recently or something...
Franks: Maybe they have.
Quadros: Wait.. you're not saying that...
Franks: What a great match we have going on here! Can Chris Michaels keep up this fast pace?
(Chris Michaels holds up three fingers for the referee, but the referee holds up two to confirm that this match is
going to continue on. Chris Michaels up and continues to give Kaito a beating as he gives him a couple of good
foot stomps. Helping Kaito up, he grabs the #1 Contender for the World title by the arm and looks to Irish Whip
him into Michaels' corner. Kaito reverses it and Michaels goes flying into the corner hitting his back very hard
against the top turnbuckle. Cross Recoba slaps him on the back, thus tagging himself in. Kaito charges the
corner and takes the breath out of his opponent with a Splash! Kaito bounces back and starts delivering vicious
kicks. Kick to the chest. Kick to the leg. Kick to the head. Kick to the midsection. Kaito is simply so fast that Chris
Michaels doesn't know where to block! He yanks Michaels out of the corner and crosses Michaels arm across
his chest. Cross-Armed Scoop Brainbuster! Chris Michaels suffers a devastating blow to the back of the head!
Kaito hooks a leg and goes for the pin attempt accept the referee isn't counting! Kaito looks up confused and the
referee lets him know Michaels is no longer the legal man. Kaito up to his feet and turns around to the face the
corner of his opponents. CRASH! Slingshot Elbow Drop onto a stunned Kaito! Cross Recoba quickly rolls Kaito
up for the pin attempt! 1.......... 2.......... THREE! NO!!! Sandman comes from nowhere and breaks up the pin
attempt!)
Quadros: I knew Sandman would be in the right place at the right time. It was only a matter of time before he
made his awesome presence known!
Franks: Mostly being out of this match. Sandman makes a much needed pin attempt break that surely would
have been the end of this match.
Quadros: You know, I get the feeling that maybe Sandman took a little more time than he should have down
there. I'm not so sure that he's throwing Kaito to the dogs here and only broke that up in order to keep from
losing.
Franks: I think you're starting to see how Sandman really works.
Quadros: I didn't say that it was a bad thing. I like how Sandman is a man of his own and will let his teammate
fall in order to further himself. Shows just how determined he is to hold onto that belt!
Franks: Sounds like a comment you'd make. Guess I shouldn't be surprised.
(Sandman yanks Cross Recoba up like a rag doll, wraps his tree trunk arms around the Light Heavyweight
champ and sends him sailing with a T-Bone Suplex! Sandman up and Chris Michaels is coming to as he is rolled
over on his stomach trying to get up. Sandman jerks him up as if he weighs nothing. Scoops him up. Cradle
Piledriver!! Sandman pops up and lets out a primal scream as he bangs a fist against his chest! He then looks
down and sets his sights on his tag team partner and stable mate, Kaito! He bends down and grabs Kaito
around the neck and helps him up. He picks Kaito up and looks around at the fans screaming all over the arena.
Is he going to take Kaito out as well?! He brings Kaito over to his corner, leans him against the bottom ropes,
steps out of the ring and tags himself in! Sandman now focuses his attention on the legal man.. Cross Recoba.
Recoba up on all fours and doesn't stay that way very long as Sandman takes his large boot and delivers it into
the gut of Cross! He then takes an elbow and drives it into the back of Recoba's neck. Helping Recoba up,
Sandman follows it up with a Split Legged Sitting Powerbomb! Sandman holds on and goes for the pin attempt!
1....... 2........ THRE-.. NO!! “HotShot” delivers a Dropkick to the sitting Sandman! Chris Michaels begins
stomping the life out of Sandman's head until the referee breaks it up and sends the Premiere Champion
reluctantly to his corner.)
Franks: Chris Michaels shows that he has a veteran ring presence to keep his team into this match.
Quadros: Not before Jason Sandman did his damage though. That just goes to show what can happen when you
unleash this freak of nature!
Franks: And we haven't seen The Angel of Death in this match either yet. Folks at home, if you think Jason
Sandman is dangerous, then you haven't seen anything yet.
Quadros: Which is why the belt is now around Sandman's waist. How do you train for something like that? It's
like trying to train for two wrestlers at once not knowing if one, the other or both are going to show up!
Franks: So far it looks like Chris Michaels came prepared though. He is showing no fear for “The Crippler”!
Quadros: Just wait until Sandman or The Angel of Death have you writhing in your own pool of blood with that
giant hand around your scrawny little neck. That's where Sandman wants this match to end and I have no doubt
will take it before this match is over!
(Sandman shakes off the assault by “HotShot” and gets himself up to a standing position. He helps Recoba up
and places his massive hand around Recoba's throat. He attempts to lift up Cross, but Cross, like a true
champion, resourcefully gets a leg hooked around that of Sandman's! Recoba with some elbows to the noggin
of the World Champion! Punches to the gut. He's doing whatever he can to get himself out of this dangerous
predicament. He unhooks his leg from Sandman's and with a kick to Sandman's gut causes Sandman to bend
over! Sandman is forced to let his hold on Recoba's throat go. Rocker Dropper by Cross Recoba! He rolls over
Jason Sandman and goes for the pin attempt! 1........... 2.............. 2.9999999 Kaito breaks up the pin attempt!
Chris Michaels hops back into the ring and charges for Kaito! Kaito sidesteps an attempted Forearm Smash!
Chris Michaels turns around and charges again! Kaito ducks a Clothesline! Kaito turns around and now is the
recipient of two kicks to the stomach by both Chris Michaels and Cross Recoba! Both men deliver simultaneous
European Uppercuts which forces Kaito's head to rock backwards! HotShot and Cross lift Kaito up in whats
looks like it's going to be a Double Vertical Suplex, but Kaito is kicking his legs to try and get some leverage. It
works as Kaito swings back down and sends both Chris Michaels' and Recoba's head crashing down to the
canvas with a Double DDT! All four men are lying flat on their backs!)
Franks: I don't think we could've asked for a much better fight than this folks! Each man has come in and given it
his all! What happens from here on out could determine the winner of this match!
Quadros: It's right here that experience is going to play a factor, but I still have my money on Jason Sandman.
When you're as big, as strong and as crazy as he is... experience might not mean anything!
Franks: Right you are there Ray. Sandman is easily the largest man in this match and has shown that he can
manhandle these smaller competitors. But the one thing everyone else in this match has that he doesn't is eye
defying speed! Even Chris Michaels at the age of 42 has shown that he hasn't lost a step as his career goes
on.
Quadros: Which is why he is Champion! He took JJ Biggs to no mans land which is something that few people
have done in their career!
Franks: The point we're trying to make folks is that at this point, anybody could win this match at any time!
Whichever team is to their feet first could emerge as the winner! I'm surprised we've agreed so much tonight
Ray. It's a rare event.
Quadros: I think I've fell violently ill or something. It's the only way that I'd ever agree with you on a consistent
basis!
(Kaito is the first to his feet and Sandman is getting to his as well. The two look at each other and then at their
fallen opponents. They both give a slight nod to each other and then bend down and grab their foes. Kaito has
Chris Michaels and Jason Sandman, the legal man, has Cross Recoba, the other legal man. Kaito pushes Chris
Michaels away and starts delivering welt producing kicks! Chris Michaels is once again in a position that he is
having a hard time defending! Meanwhile, Sandman picks up Recoba and drops him down with a ring shaking
Side Suplex! He hooks a leg and goes for the pin attempt! 1............ 2.............. Cross Recoba manages a
kickout! Jason Sandman knows for sure that he had the match won at the moment and sticks three fingers in the
referee's face! Meanwhile, Chris Michaels manages to block a kick by Kaito and then sweeps him off his feet!
He sneaks up behind Jason Sandman and delivers a Double Axe Handle Smash that barely fazes the “The
Crippler”. Sandman slowly turns around as Chris Michaels drops to the mat and pretends to be unconscious
which leaves Kaito who has just gotten to his feet. Sandman thinks that Kaito is the one who hit him in the back.
Kaito is pointing down at Michaels, but Sandman isn't sure whether to believe him or not! Cross Recoba reaches
down and rolls Sandman up into a Small Package! Chris Michaels up and ties himself up with Kaito to keep him
from interfering in the pin attempt. Referee drops down and goes for the quick count! 1............. 2............... 3!!
Jason Sandman powers out, but it's a little too late!)
Ferdinand: Here are your winners of the match by pin. Cross Recoba and Chris “HotShot” Michaels!!
Franks: What a way to end this match. Chris Michaels tricks Jason Sandman and then Recoba gets the pin!
Quadros: They took the easy way out. There was no other way they could've taken the World Champion out
otherwise!
Franks: Either way Ray. You've got to wonder if this is going to cause any animosity between the Champ and his
#1 Contender!
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