Violation 32
Sunday, June 22nd, 2008
Rexall Place in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
More Humiliation....
Written by: Okori
As Nighthawk slips inside his cabinet-size locker room in the bowels of Rexall Place in Edmonton, dragging behind him his gym bag, he smacks head-on into a massive PWA security member. Clad in a black wide-brimmed derby hat, blue pinstriped suit jacket, black Hotknives t-shirt, blue jean shorts, and black leather pants, the Chicago native raises an eyebrow and grins quizzically at the mountain of muscle in front of him.
Nighthawk: “What are you doing here?”
PWA Security: “This locker room isn’t for you. I’ve been told that you need to be dressing in the parking lot.”
Nighthawk, sighing: “Fine. I hope VCR knows that this isn’t a big deal.”
Pick Your Poison Match
Chris Michaels vs. Brent Adams
Written by: Dan
Franks: Well folks, it is time for part one of the "PIck Your Poison" challenge between Premiere Champion Chris Michaels and his High Stakes challenger "The Franchise" Dade Davis. Davis has assembled quite a crack team behind him, one of which will make his PWA debut tonight. For that, we go to ring announcer Freddy Ferdinand.
Freddy Ferdinand: The following NON-title contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first and making his PWA debut. He stands 6-foot, 3-inches tall and is from Detroit, Michigan.....The Big UNit "Krazy Train" Brent Adams!
[{ ALLLLLL ABOARRRD HAHAHAHAHAHA }]
[Crazy Train by Ozzy Osborne blares over the loud speakers as the lights dim out. the crowd pops loudly to the rock anthem. Brent Adams wearing a Grey tank top black sunglasses a red bandanna and black tights walks out from behind the curtain and steps out onto the top the ramp. Two large pyros explode on either side of him. The lights turn back on as he pumps his arms up and down as if he was pulling the whistle on a train. Adams slowly saunters down to the ring, jawing at a few fans along the way. He stops at the corner of the ring and before entering takes off the sunglasses and bandanna and tosses them into the crowd behind him. He rolls into the ring and stands up and goes to the opposite ring corner and climbs to the top rope and again pumps his arm in the air like a conductor. He then hops down and readies himself for the match]
Freddy Ferdinand: And his opponent, he hails from Roanoke, Virginia and he is the PWA Premiere Champion...."Hot Shot" Chris Michaels!
["Superstar" by Saliva hits the PA as the "HotShot" comes through the curtain with the PWA Premiere Title over his shoulder. 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 before looking back at Adams with disdain.]
[BELL SOUNDS]
Franks: The bell sounds and this one is underway with Michaels quickly going after Adams like a flash of light. Adams seems weary however of his former friend and at the same time, the mission of softening him up for Dade Davis.. If he's smart he needs to focus on the task at hand.
Quadros:Don't Worry about Adams. He's got his entire concentration on Chris Michaels. He is a living legend and he will walk out of this match with a debut win, I feel it.
Franks: Adams starts the offensive after the lock up as he pushes Michaels back into the corner and nails him in the gut with a number of knee lifts. Adams is looking to punish Michaels tonight. A whip into the far corner for Adams and he follows Michaels in with a thunderous lariat.
Quadros: This is in the bag for Adams. I mean, look at the size difference.
Franks: Krazy Train Brent Adams with a big running powerslam and he's going for the early cover. 1...big kick out from the little guy. Michaels may be small but he has a great deal of pride and Adams is not going to just runover him. And of course, let's not forget he is the Premiere Champion and won that title by beating the 7-foot JJ Biggs.
Quadros: Adams is going to be dominant, it's that simple. He's just toying with Michaels. Look at the beauty of this gorilla press slam. That's how you do it in the big leagues.
Franks: Adams now mocking Michaels by pressing him over his head and lifting him up and down. Now Adams drops Michaels square on his back. Adams bounces off the ropes and delivers a thunderous elbow. Adams now with a big belly to belly suplex and another cover. 1...2...kick out by Michaels. Adams is beginning to get frustrated as he pounds the mat. Maybe he should try hooking the leg and putting more effort into his pinfalls. Michaels will not give up so easily.
Quadros: Until he can beat Krazy Train Brent Adams, Chris Michaels has no reason to talk.
Franks: Anyway, back to the match now and Adams with a snapmare and sleeper on Michaels. Power moves have not been working so Adams is going to try and wear Chris Michaels down.
Quadros: Adams's going to put him to sleep and then the one, two, three will be cake.
Franks: The crowd getting behind Chris Michaels now as he starts to get to his feet. Michaels with an elbow to the abdomen of Krazy Train Brent Adams. Now another and another and Michaels is loose. Michaels bounces off the near ropes and comes back with a flying clothsline that takes Adams down to his back! But Adams is right back up and nails Michaels with a big boot! Adams with a cover. 1...2...kick out! Adams is furious and he is going after the referee.
Quadros: That was the slowest count imaginable.
Franks: Michaels hops up and goes after Adams from behind with a dropkick. A shaken Adams turns around irrate and stares down into Michaels's eyes. These two are standing now in the center of the ring staring right at eachother. And Michaels just lays into Adams with a punch right in the mouth, just like he said that he would. Adams looks shocked as he holds his mouth.
Quadros: I can't believe he did that.
Franks: Adams swings at Michaels, but Chris ducks under and takes Adams down with a drop toe hold. Michaels now wraps Adams up from behind and hits him somehow with a miracle german suplex! Michaels just took the size element out of this one. Now Michaels locks in a modified figure four on Adams.
Quadros: What in the hell am I witnessing. This Can't be Possible.
Franks: Michaels let's go of the leg lock and picks Adams up for a suplex, but Michaels is leaving Adams suspended in the air. Four, five, six, seven seconds as Michaels brings the Krazy Train one down after that hanging suplex, letting blood rush to the head of Adams.
Quadros: If Michaels wins this match, I quit.
Franks: Big loss. Michaels now heads up top and nails Adams with a cross body block. Both men back up relativly quickly. Michaels is dragging Adams to the corner and somehows lifts the bigger Brent Adams to the top rope. There is no way that he could be doing this. Michaels follows Adams up and brings Adams down with a suplex from the top rope and now both men are down.
Quadros:Serves him right. Who in their right mind trys to suplex Adams from the tope rope?
Franks: It may be the mistake that Adams needs as he slowly crawls to his feet. Adams see's Michaels still down and he makes the cover. 1...2...another kick out! This is insanity.
Quadros: Damn him! Adams is really pissed off now. Adams with a rude awakening neckbreater. Chris Michaels make a mistake because he turned Adams into even more of a crazed maniac.
Franks: Adams now holding Michaels by his hair. Adams puts Michaels in a full nelson and now executes a full nelson slam. Adams's getting out of the ring. He glances at Fury, but then turns and heads up top. This man beast is on the top rope. Adams now comes crashing down on Chris Michaels with an electric elbow drop. 1...2....kick out! Michaels is still alive.
Quadros: This is the most messed up thing that I have ever witnessed. And Adams looks like he could pull his hair out right now with anger.
Franks: Adams also beginning to get winded as he picks Michaels up and and nails him with a stunner. Here's another cover, 1...2...no sir! Adams has Michaels down again with a cover, 1...2...kick out! Adams picks Michaels up and delivers another stunner. 1...2...kick out again! My god!
Quadros: He's Cheating. I haven't figured it out yet, but he is cheating somehow.
Franks: Adams now stands perched, awaiting for Michaels to rise. Slowly, Michaels has gotten back to a vertical base and Adams nails him with a 1 spear. 1...2...not this time either. Another kickout for Michaels.
Quadros: Adams looks like the veins could pop out of his face right now. Hie eyes are bloodshot and he may erupt very soon. And for good reason.
Franks: Adams signals for the end. Adams with a boot to the stomach of Michaels and now Adams takes Michaels up for the Train Wreck! Here comes the pain, but no! Michaels slides out and hits Adams with a diamond cutter! Michaels stands, looking sore as Adams now on his knees. Michaels runs at Adams and connects with a shining wizard!
Quadros: What the hell kind of deal is this?
Franks: Michaels up top now. Adams starts to stumble around and Michaels comes off the top with a bulldog, that's huge from Michaels.
Quadros: No! No! if there is a god, he won't let this happen!
Franks: Michaels now looking for Why Me? and looks who's making his way to the ring, it's Dade Davis and he has a baseball bat in hand.
Quadros: Forget about Davis, look who is coming out of the crowd. On one side, it's Anthony Ward with a steel chain, on another its fellow Franchise Security member Eddie McCarthy with trash can and on the final side, its Jonas Kemp with a steel chair. Team Dade is here!
Franks: And maybe looking to start that street fight early. Chris Michaels looks pissed. And wait, Brent Adams is up and the Big UNit with a victory roll! 1....2....3! Brent Adams just beat the Premiere Champion!
Quadros: Upset city!
[BELL SOUNDS]
Freddy Ferdinand: Here is your winner, The Big UNit "Krazy Train" Brent Adams!
Franks: And Dade Davis is just smiling as he celebrates with Adams up the entrance way. Michaels is irate and Dade Davis has just unleashed his chosen poison.
Quadros: Franchise 1, HotShot 0!
Sid Luscious vs. Chris Wilkins
Written by: Bailey
Ferdinand: Our first match is scheduled for one fall, coming to the ring, accompanied by his manager, Jessi Colter, from Ogden, Utah. Standing at five feet and seven inches and weight a hundred and seventy-five pounds, CHRIS WILKINS!!
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 goes to the side of the ring as Chris slides in. He gets on a turnbuckle and raises his arms. Jumping down, he gets ready for the match.
Ferdinand: His opponent, making his debut here in the PWA, weighing two hundred and twenty-one pounds, Sid Luscious.
“Victim” by Eighteen Visions starts on the sound system, the fans are lukewarm to the newcomer having not had much exposure to him. It is clear who will be the face in this match. Luscious appears at the top of the ramp in his chariot and rides down the aisle. We cut to Wilkins who clearly isn’t in the mood for such extraversions. He bounces off the far ropes and hit’s a Corkscrew attack on Vicious sending both men and the chariot sprawling down the aisle. PWA referee Sasha Brown signals for the bell as the match gets underway.
Franks: Wilkins doesn’t want to waste time as he looks to take a win into High Stakes.
Both men are trading punches towards the ring. Right from Vicious, a right from Wilkins, right from Vicious who ducks the retuning blow and delivers a forearm to the kidneys of Wilkins before rolling him into the ring. Sid looks round at the crowd and hit’s a slingshot elbow-drop onto Wilkins. Luscious goes for a senton splash but Wilkins moves out the way. Irish whip from Wilkins, he goes for the clothesline but Luscious ducks, back-body drop? No dice as Luscious rolls over the back of him and comes back off the ropes, running side kick from Luscious goes over the head of Wilkins, Luscious turns round into a picture-perfect dropkick from the Utahan.
Quadros: A dropkick? Miles better do his scouting on this match, never know when the unexpected dropkick might appear!
Luscious kips up and rolls through, he leaps and lands his own version of the dropkick to knock down Wilkins in retaliation. Wilkins is on his knees as Luscious sets him up for La Mahistral cradle, ONE…T…Wilkins rolls through and grabs the legs of Luscious he tries to put his foot through Luscious’ legs put he throws it off, he tries again , same result. Stiff kick to the sternum by Wilkins who goes to follow it with a punch, small package, one…KICKOUT!
Franks: Wilkins doesn’t want to be in the ring any longer than he has to, as far as he’s concerned the only thing that matters is High Stakes where if he wins he sends Miles packing from the company and eliminates a rival!
Wilkins with clubbing blows to send Luscious into the corner, he signals to the crowd he’s going for a Tornado DDT! No! Luscious hit’s a Northern Lights Suplex, one..t…kickout. Luscious picks his moment to wait for Wilkins to get back up. He goes for the rana but Wilkins pushes him into the air and catches him for a momentum turning pancake Neckbreaker, Luscious hit’s the floor with a sickening thud. Wilkins goes for the cover, one…two…KICKOUT!
Franks: Both men are making a big effort this week that’s for sure!
Both men are back to their feet. Luscious throws a punch but Wilkins ducks and takes it into an arm-bar, Sid rolls through but Wilkins kicks out his legs before he can counter. Wilkins then drops his leg down into a sit-down arm-lock. Luscious uses his free arm to try and unlock Wilkins’s legs but no quarter. He rolls backwards utilising his weight advantage and tries to turn the still intact arm-lock into a Texas Cloverleaf but Wilkins won’t budge. Luscious goes to life him up and Wilkins strikes, he hit’s a DDT that sends Luscious’ body to the floor at breakneck speed.
Quadros: This should kick the match into gear.
Wilkins lifts up Luscious and goes for the Last Shot…Luscious low blows him and hit’s a stiff knee to the face. Bridging back suplex, One…Kickout. Luscious keeps on with the assault mounting Wilkins and landing punch after punch. Jessi Colter starts to bang on the apron as the crowd start a ‘Let’s Go Wilkins!’ chant.
Franks: The Edmonton crowd certainly want Wilkins to come back fighting here!
Neither man wants to commit too soon. Wilkins finally bites the bullet and kicks Luscious in the gut, swiftly following up with an inverted atomic drop. He runs off the ropes and delivers the kitchen sink on Luscious. He picks his foe up and delivers some kicks to the lower legs on Luscious. Luscious captures his leg and pulls him towards him before hitting a Dragon Screw to take him down. Wilkins rolls through and jumps off the top rope spring back to hit an elbow smash to the face of Sid Luscious.
Franks: Luscious has put on a good showing for his debut here in the PWA.!
Wilkins goes up top and starts to clap his hands to get the crowd going. Fluid Moonsault finds nothing but Luscious’ knees. Wilkins is doubled up in agony, he tries to get to his feet but drops to a knee. Luscious sensing his opportunity and nails a Twist of Fate!
Quadros: He’s gonna do it! He’s gonna get the win!
Franks: This is called the Ode To Atlantis!
Luscious scales the top turnbuckle, he looks round at the crowd and shouts at the camera.
Luscious: FOR THE KINGDOM!
He leaps off the air and goes for the 450 splash but finds nothing but canvas, Wilkins had moved out the way. Wilkins is back on his feet and holds his ribs from the knee shot moments earlier. He picks up Luscious who misses a punch-drunk sloppy left hook. HELLRAISER!
Franks: The crowd can sense what’s coming…
The crowd start a ‘WHERE’S OUR LAST SHOT?’ chant. Wilkins lifts up Luscious and rolls his hands . LAST SHOT!!!!!
Quadros: That’s a hell of a Welcoming Committee we got here in the PWA!
Wilkins goes for the cover. ONE….TWO…Wilkins hooks the leg to make sure…THREE!
The bell rings as Wilkins gets to his feet, Jessi runs in to support her victor.
Ferdinand: The winner of this match via pin-fall, CHRIS WILKINS!!
Wilkins staggers to the back accompanied by Colter, just before we go to commercial we see Luscious stagger up and walk towards his fittingly fallen chariot.
Red With Embarrassment
Written by: Jay
Johnny Red is standing backstage with Mystic J. beside him. Mystic is decked out in blue jeans and a plain black wifebeater.
Johnny: Mystic, tonight, you team wit--
Mystic puts his hand in Johnny's face, stopping him. As he goes silent, you can hear the crowd chanting 'Mystic! Mystic! Mystic!' repeatedly. Mystic closes his eyes and basks in the chanting.
Mystic: Okay, Red. Go.
Johnny looks at Mystic, continuing.
Johnny: Tonight, you team with Ja--
Mystic interrupts Johnny.
Mystic: Who cares! Nobody cares about that! The only thing on The Mystic One's mind, right now, is... do you want some... ding-dong?
Mystic looks in the direction of a female backstage personell member off-camera. Mystic smiles at her, nodding.
Mystic: You want some? You do? After the match? Alright!
Mystic looks at Johnny.
Mystic: What the hell is your problem? Don't you make googly eyes for The Mystic One. Unless, YOU want some... ding-dong.
Johnny looks at Mystic, shaking his head.
Johnny: Fine, whatever. I'll do it if I can just get this interview done with.
Mystic's eyes widen as he takes a step back.
Mystic: 'Fine, whatever'?! Mystic is not gay, nor is he partially gay, somewhat gay, gay on the weekends, every third Friday nor every month that ends in 'Y'! Are you, Johnny Red, in fact... gay?
Johnny stares at Mystic, shocked by his question. He whispers something into Mystic's ear. Mystic takes another step back, bewildered.
Mystic: What do you mean you're only gay if it pays?!
Johnny grows embarrassed as the crowd laughs in response.
Mystic: Look, I'm not judging you. If that's how you fly, so be it, man. I've got the perfect person for you. Chubbs the Janitor. I heard that dude has perfected the broomstick technique. You're all into the stick, aren't you, Johnny Red?
The crowd roars with laughter as Johnny gets even more embarrassed.
Johnny: I know the broomstick technique.
With this said, Johnny begins to make motions in the air like he's both sweeping the floor and playing air guitar. Mystic watches, still in awe.
Mystic: What in the white-chocolate-chip cookie dunked in chocolate milk do you call that?!
Johnny stops, looking at Mystic. He drops his head in shame. Mystic grabs Johnny by the back of the head and pushes him out of the scene.
Mystic: You know what? Nevermind. Who cares about that flaming pile of horse crap. Tonight, the Mystic One teams with Sandman and Recoba to face Thing 1, Thing 2 and Thing 3. And he plans on winning, by any means necessary. And if Recoba and Sandman try anything funny, he'll turn them into hush puppies! Tonight, The Mystic One will damn sure not only win, he'll slay a dragon, end the future and turn right now right around! AND THERE AIN'T A DAMN THING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!
Mystic drops the microphone down to his side. He takes in the crowd chanting his name as he slowly raises the mic back to his lips, drawing his infamous lopsided grin.
Mystic: Trust me.
Franks: Mystic is all fired up for tonight, Ray!
Quadros: Johnny Red's gay! Hahaha! I knew it.
Scene cuts to commercial.
Jake Keeton vs. Paul Angel
Written by: Neil
The lights Glow a bright white, as " Welcome to The Black Parade " begins to play. Paul Angel walks to the ring, smiling and looking out to the crowd. He stops in the middle of the ramp and flips off the crowd. He than turns around to the camera to show a Tag team on the back “Drunk –n- Disorderly” Paul walks up the stairs and looks down at the front row, where he spots a well cleavage woman jumping up and down. Paul motions her to flash him and she does. Paul laughs as he goes to the far side of the ring from the entrance ramp, and waits in the corner, watching the woman bounce and make a fool out of herself.
Quadros: Woo! I just saw boobies, Carl!
Franks: For the first time in your life? Congratulations.
A hush fills the arena and a mixed reaction of mostly boos with some cheers thrown in billows from the crowd as "Hero" by Pop Evil hits the PA. Jake Keeton slowly emerges through the curtains with his full attention focused on the upcoming match. He walks down the ramp barely acknowledging the fans as he steps into the ring and begins to stretch.
Franks: Jake Keeton has been looking good since his return, Ray. You wouldn’t think he was injured at all.
Quadros: Will the real Jake Keeton please stand up. These people are cheering him. He must be the fake!
Franks: You’re still on that? That is the real deal in the ring, Ray, and these people are cheering for him now because he is a great to this sport.
Referee Sasha Brown calls for the bell and this match is underway. The two circle around the ring and then lock up. Jake Keeton starts the aggression and pushes Paul Angel back into the corner only to unleashes some heavy fists. Referee Brown pulls him off of Angel and gets into Keeton‘s face, telling him there won‘t be a repeat from last week. Jake Keeton has a few choice words for Referee Brown and that gives Paul Angel a moment to collect himself and then nail Keeton in the face with a short armed clothesline.
Franks: Referee Brown apparently has something against Jake Keeton, Ray. She stopped his early momentum.
Quadros: It isn’t personal, Carl. She just doesn’t want him to cheat like he did last week! Give Paul Angel a fair shake in his debut, you know?
Franks: Keeton didn’t cheat last week, Ray.
Angel picks Keeton back up and gives him a hellacious knife-edged chop! WHOOO! Keeton grabs his chest for a moment only to retaliate with a knee to Paul Angel’s midsection. He whips Angel to the ropes and hits a sidewalk slam on the rebound. Keeton with a quick cover! 1...2..KICK OUT! Jake Keeton keeps on top of Angel, laying in some boots to the new recruit. Keeton helps Angel to his feet, snap mares him back down, and follows up with a soccer style kick to the lower back! Cover! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT!
Keeton picks Angel back up and whips him hard into the corner. Keeton runs and attempts an elbow to the face but Angel ducks out of the corner. Angel drop kicks Keeton across the back, crushing him in the corner! Jake Keeton wobbles out of the corner only to walk into a Paul Angel dragon suplex! Bridge! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! The crowd nearly thought there was the upset! Angel gets back up, runs to the ropes and comes off with a stiff elbow drop. Angel hooks the leg again! 1...2...KICK OUT!
Franks: Paul Angel is now gaining some momentum. He’s looking pretty good in his debut.
Quadros: I like this Paul Angel guy. He makes the ladies wet. Do you smell the wetness, Carl?
Franks: That’s just sick, Ray. Shut up and let me call the match.
Angel picks JJ Keeton back up and gives him a solid backdrop. Angel then hops to the top turnbuckle and looks out to the crowd for something huge. Angel jumps with a corkscrew moonsault! NO! Keeton rolls out of the way! Angel lands hard on his face and pops up holding his nose! Jake Keeton grabs him from behind and executes a release German suplex! Paul Angel bounces off the mat and rolls out of the ring holding his spine!
Jake Keeton slides out of the ring to keep the pressure on Paul Angel. He chops Angel hard before looking for an Irish whip. But Angel reverses the move and sends Keeton crashing knees first into the steel steps! Paul Angel comes over and starts to lay in the boots to the knees, sensing this is the opportunity he needs. Angel rolls Keeton back in and makes the cover! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Paul Angel remains ruthless though as he stops away some more on the suspect knees of Jake Keeton. He lifts Keeton into the air and plants him with a knee breaker! Paul Angel then stands over Jake Keeton and laughs, causing the arena to go into a collective boo.
Franks: The arrogance of Paul Angel makes me sick, Ray. He knew all about Keeton’s knee and he went to work on them.
Quadros: Jake Keeton is fine, Carl. I mean, he came out to the ring right? No way would he wrestle hurt, would he?
Paul Angel starts slapping Keeton across the face, disrespecting the former Light Heavyweight Champion. He pulls Keeton up by the hair and whips him to the ropes. Angel is in position for a spine buster but Jake Keeton catches him off guard with an Implant DDT!! The crowd cheers for Keeton as he gets to his feet slowly. Angel gets back up as well, holding his neck, and runs towards Keeton only to be taken down this time with an exploder suplex! Jake Keeton with a cover! 1...2...2.9943143!!
Franks: What a kick out by Paul Angel in his debut match!
Jake Keeton puts Paul Angel into a tree of woe in the corner and walks to the other side of the ring. He then runs towards Angel with a baseball slide to the face! Angel’s head rocks back hard as he slumps out of the corner! Jake Keeton rolls the man up for the win! 1!…2!…. THREE!…NO! KICK OUT! Kick out says Referee Sasha Brown! Jake Keeton looks up and argues over a faster count next time.
Jake Keeton applies a single leg Boston Crab. Referee Brown asks Angel is he wants to give up but there isn’t any giving up from Paul Angel in his debut match. Keeton releases the submission only to land a stiff kick to the midsection. Keeton waits a few more moment and waits for Angel to get to his feet to set him up for the Highlight of the Night. Paul Angel has it telegraphed though and catches Keeton‘s kick to the midsection. He then folds Keeton up with a belly-to-belly suplex! Both men are down!
Franks: Oh man this has been an excellent match-up!
Quadros: Go Paul Angel! I’m you’re biggest fan now!
Referee Brown begins a 10-count. 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! Paul Angel gets to his feet while Jake Keeton is rolling around trying to catch his second wind. Paul Angel picks up Keeton only snap him in two with a backbreaker on his knee! Cover! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT! Once again Paul Angel lands some stomps to legs of Keeton, trying to wear the man down. He pulls Keeton up and whips him into the corner. Paul Angel come running in for a body splash but only connects with turnbuckle! Jake Keeton moved!
The crowd pops as Jake Keeton lands a solid right and left that rocks Angel back into the corner! Keeton isn’t done punishing him though as he takes the arm of Angel and yanks it, almost pulling the arm out of the socket! Keeton kicks the shoulder one more time and then rolls Angel aside with an arm drag. Now Angel is down holding his shoulder as Jake Keeton walks around the ring with the crowd starting to get behind him.
Franks: Jake Keeton almost ripped Angel’s arm off!
Quadros: Why does he have to be so rough? Paul Angel is going to have a better career in PWA than Keeton and he knows it. He’s just jealous!
Jake Keeton pulls Angel up by the hair and looks for a vertical suplex. Angel lands on his feet though and runs to the ropes holding his arm. Angel bounces off and catches the turning Keeton with a running drop kick to the face! Keeton gets back up quickly though but Angel is all ready set. Inverted atomic drop! Keeton stumbles around holding himself only to be dropped by a short armed clothesline by Paul Angel! Angel quickly covers the stunned Jake Keeton! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT!!
Franks: Another near fall!
Paul Angel is feeling more and more confident though as his first PWA victory draws near. He picks up Keeton and drops him hard with a Northern Lights Bomb! Angel hops to the top turnbuckle and goes for a shooting star press! OH! Keeton had the legs up! Angel lands chest first onto the knees and starts to roll around in pain! Jake Keeton uses the ropes to get to his feet, knowing he dodged a twisting bullet! Keeton stays near the corner though and waits for his opponent to get to his feet. Angel slowly gets up holding his midsection, but mistakenly has his back turned to his opponent. He finally turns around and that’s when JJ Keeton runs at him and takes him out with the Highlight of the Night! Stiff spinning unprettier! Keeton makes the cover as the crowd counts! ONE! TWO! THREE!!
Franks: Another big victory for Jake Keeton, Ray! He continues to roll on his comeback tour.
Quadros: Well good for him. Paul Angel was the one that impressed me tonight. He came close to making a big splash here in his debut match.
As Jake walks around the ring after his match with Paul Angel, the fans stand and look toward the entryway. Captain Howdy makes his way to the ring, and ducks down by the apron, just as Jake looks in that direction. When Jake turns, the Captain stands up, and slides under the bottom rope.
Franks: Oh no, this can't be good.
Quadros: What do you mean? It's great. The Captain is finally doing what Wren asked him to. That means his show will be back on the air!!
Jake turns again, and is greeted by the smiling face of Captain Howdy. Next, he is slammed between the eyes with the madman's steel walking stick! Jake falls over backward, and Howdy follows, raining down strike upon strike at any part of Jake's body that is exposed. Jake tries to fight back to his feet, but the Captain basically brutalizes him back to the mat with that cane.
Franks: Jake is split open from those shots with the walking stick. He's bleeding all over the mat.
Quadros: Every drop of Keeton's blood is another dollar in the Captain's pocket.
Howdy leans down now, with the walking stick over Jake's throat. He puts all his weight on the ends, choking Jake and crushing his windpipe. Jake kicks wildly, but his struggles quickly ebb to almost nothing. Captain Howdy picks him up forcibly, and then drops Jake's throat right across the top rope. Jake is gasping for air and rolling around, as the Captain just watches, a sick smile on his face. After a few moments, the Captain grabs Jake, and locks in the gogoplata, but with the steel walking stick right across Jake's throat. Jake tries to escape, but he is too weak now, and trapped. He begins to bleed heavily from the mouth, and goes very limp.
Franks: He's going to kill Jake!!! Someone get in there!!
Quadros: Good. I didn't like this Fake Jake anyway.
Franks: This is no time for you to be an idiot.
Finally, after several long moments, referees and officials rush to the ring and try to pull Jake loose from the devastating hold. The Captain holds on grimly, but finally is forced to release his victim. Jake convulses and shudders on the mat, while the Captain just laughs. Debris flies at him from the fans at ringside, but he doesn't even notice. Then, the Captain moves over to Jake, threatening anyone who gets near him with the walking stick. He reaches down, and wipes his hand across the bloody mess that is Jake's face. When he stands again, he looks at his hand, and then licks the blood from it, his eyes closing as he seems to greatly enjoy the taste. Then, still laughing, the Captain leaves the ring, while EMT's rush in and try to attend to a badly wounded Jake Keeton.
Franks: That is one sick, twisted individual.
Quadros: I know. That's why I like him so much.
Missing Commissioner
Written by: Neil
Mugs Hammerfist is seen driving around on an electric powered cart backstage here at the Rexall Place. The expression over his face leads one to believe something is troubling him. Truth be told, it is another man’s troubles that concern him the most. Commissioner Butcher has gone missing since Violation 31 when his wife confronted him over his cheating ways with London McCormack’s fiancé, Kayleigh. Since that moment, Mrs. Cortez has removed herself from the lead photography position here in PWA. And that same night when the Commissioner had the taste slapped out of his mouth by her multiple times, he went into a fit of rage, destroying his office.
Now Mugs Hammerfist is concerned over the man who hired his company in the first place to oversea security operations at all PWA events. As he’s been motoring around the facility most of the night, hoping the Commissioner would show up for his job, Mugs and his security guards have not seen hide nor hair of The Butcher. He drives up to Wren Chesney and VCR, who are standing by with PWA personnel. Apparently they have taken control for the night.
Mugs: There has been no sign of the Commissioner at all, Mrs. Chesney.
Wren: How typical of him. Whenever something goes wrong, he is no where to be found. But I am sure he’ll show up to collect his paycheck!
Mugs: That’s hardly fair, Wren…
Wren: Mrs. Chesney to you.
Mugs: Whatever. He has been here every day working his tail off to make this company better. And better it is because of Commissioner Butcher. While you tried to give him nothing but problems each week, he continued to do his job and build PWA what it is today. Cut the man some slack.
Wren: Slack? Are you kidding me? It is true, he has made PWA what it is today. PWA is a degenerate, women-hating company with a glass ceiling and champions who are unworthy of being in the position they are currently in, save Cross Recoba. Jason Sandman is a scrub who blows off promotional appearances left and right. And who gave him that opportunity? Commissioner Butcher. Chris Michaels is an over-the-hill talent less hack. His wrestling ability is dated to 1984. Who let's him be the Premiere Champion? Why of course another former 80's wrestler...Commissioner Butcher! This is 2008 if you haven’t noticed, Mugs. It’s time for change! Time for the era of Dade Davis! Time for Cross Recoba to get his just due! Time for Captain Howdy’s premiere personality to shine through!
The end of The Butcher reign is fast approaching, Mugs. Can’t you see it? No more unneeded pushes for talent who can’t pull their own weight anymore. No more disrespectful Nighthawk. No more out of control Jake Keeton. Say good-bye to forty somethings like Mystic J and Chris Michaels. It is time this roster to look forward to future glory rather than collecting social security. PWA is for PREMIERE wrestlers in 2008 and beyond, not 1998 and before that. That was the Commissioner’s dream, to keep the “golden age”. Well, the golden age is here and it starts without him!
VCR: Yeah, you tell him, Wren. And while we’re at it we just might replace Hammerfist Security.
Wren: That’s a good idea, Victor!
While the Board of Director members snicker at Mugs’ expense, he shakes his head in disgust and drives off to continue looking for the Commissioner. He stops by the office reserved for Butcher to give it a look. The door is open like usual but the lights are off and there is no sign of him at all. Mugs Hammerfist shakes his head again.
Mugs: Come on. Show up old man.
Pure Wrestling Match
Nighthawk vs. Travis Monroe
Written by: Jonn
Franks: This next matchup Ray is one that has culminated over the last few weeks and could prove to be a dandy.
Quadros: Let me see. A guy we've never seen wrestle before going up against Nighthawk. Wake me up when this one is over!
Franks: I'm going to have to disagree with you there. It's matches like these that will be on highlight films for years to come.
Quadros: Yeah as some of the worst matches to take place or one of those matches that no one ever really cared about.
Franks: I don't see how you can say that after watching the emotion packed promos that both of these men delivered the last few days. They're going to step into the ring, battle it out in a Pure Wrestling Match with the best man walking away with his hand raised in the end. How can't you love it?
Quadros: Let me see. No weapons, probably no blood and like previously stated... a guy we never heard of and Nighthawk! Need I say more!
Franks: You just don't get it! I'm sending this one down to Freddy before you have any more negativity to pop off!
Quadros: Just speaking the truth!
Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen.. the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Pure Wrestling Match! Introducing first. He weighs in at 225 lbs and is makes his way here from Cleveland, Ohio. Making his debut.... “Your Guiding Light”... Travis Monroe!!!
(The lights quickly cut out as they return with a blue glow. As "Holding Out For A Hero" begins the lights start to flash to the beat of the song. We see a bright white spotlight shine down on the center of the stage as Travis Monroe walks out. As he stands in the light he holds his arms out to his side with his palms facing up, Monroe looks straight up into the air as a pyro goes off behind him. He slowly lowers his arms and looks dead in front of him as he begins to walk to the ring. Upon reaching the ring he rolls under the ropes slowly and gets to his feet once again looking up to the sky as a spotlight shines down on him. We then begin to hear his introduction.)
Ferdinand: And introducing his opponent. Weighing in at 185 lbs and hailing from Chicago, Illinois. He is the former PWA Lightweight Champion and is the self proclaimed Best Wrestler in the World... “The Wrestling Machine”... Nighthawk!!!
(As his opponent stands in the center of the ring the house lights in the arena suddenly fade all the way to black and are quickly replaced by blue and white laser lights which draws an appreciative roar from the sold-out crowd. As the laser lights flash in time the roar grows ever louder as the familiar opening strains of "Fucking in the Bushes (Sweet Home Chicago Intro)" by Oasis booms out over the sound speakers as Nighthawk stands at the top of the ramp, his profile silhouetted by blue smoke. Bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet Nighthawk stares a hole through his opponent in the middle of the ring as the crowd claps along in time with the beat, his ice-blue eyes never leaving his target as he walks down the ramp while shaking hands of the first few rows of fans. Getting on the top turnbuckle Nighthawk raises one finger above his head before crouching down in his corner.)
Franks: Nighthawk looks pretty focused out there tonight, but Travis Monroe looks like he is ready for a grand daddy of a match as well!
Quadros: I didn't think I'd ever do this, but I'm going to root for the guy no one's ever heard of just because of who he is facing.
Franks: You'd cheer on a guy who you don't know just because he's facing Nighthawk?
Quadros: Why not?! Anytime Nighthawk gets beaten, which is all the time, it's always a reason to cheer for the other man!
DING DING DING!
(The match starts with Travis Monroe wasting no time as he charges Nighthawk who is still up in the corner facing the fans! Nighthawk senses it and does a back flip off the top rope and lands nimbly behind his opponent. Travis Monroe spins around to see a smiling Nighthawk who delivers an open handed punch to that of Monroe's face! Monroe stumbles back into the ropes as Nighthawk leaps on him like a starving carnivore! Knife Edge Chop! Another Knife Edge Chop! Travis Monroe's chest is lit up like a red Christmas tree bulb! Nighthawk sprints towards the opposite corner and just as quickly sprints back, flips forward in the air and lands an absolutely beautiful Flipping Dropkick that sends Travis Monroe who had just gained his balance crashing back into the turnbuckles. He looks out to the fans with a crazed and dazed look, steps a few feet forward and crashes down to the mat landing on his back. By this time, Nighthawk has scaled the adjacent corner's turnbuckle facing the crowd with his back towards the ring. He takes a look back as he measures up his opponent and leaps up into the air twisting with amazing height! Sky Twister Press!! Nighthawk hooks a leg of Travis Monroe and goes for the pin with the referee dropping down! 1............ 2............ Travis Monroe shoots an arm up into the air just in the knick of time! This match continues on!)
Franks: Nighthawk has come out here like lightning from a bottle and is showing the newcomer just what PWA is all about.
Quadros: If this guy doesn't start doing something soon, I'm going to have to go do something else. I can't bear watching Nighthawk win a match!
Franks: He may have gotten off on the wrong foot here, but Travis Monroe getting the kickout like he did should tell you something about his endurance.
Quadros: He's letting Nighthawk get the best of him... Nighthawk of all people!
Franks: I'll have you know that Nighthawk is one of the most gifted wrestlers that we have the pleasure of watching week in and week out. He's come out on the short end of the stick quite a few times, but he's never let that stop his determination of being the best wrestler that he can be.
Quadros: My ears! All this talk about Nighthawk is making them bleed!
(Nighthawk doesn't waste time arguing with the referee as he leaves Monroe where he is and heads towards the ropes with speed that can only come naturally! He jumps up to the middle ropes, bounces once, hops to the top rope as Monroe makes his way to his feet. Monroe now facing Nighthawk who springboards off the top rope with a Springboard Clothesline that connects! Monroe lands on his back hard as Nighthawk quickly crawls over and goes for the pin attempt! 1............ 2........... THREE! NO! Travis Monroe shows incredible flexibility as he literally puts the toe of his boot on the ropes! He uses one of his three rope breaks! Nighthawk gets the information from the referee why the match has not ended as he goes back on the attack with a couple of boot stomps to the pectoral area of his opponent. He helps Travis Monroe to his feet and sends him flying into the opposite ropes with a well executed Irish Whip. Travis Monroe bounces off the ropes as he starts to gain steam. Nighthawk extends his leg all the way with a Superkick that Travis Monroe side steps! He ends up with Nighthawk's backside facing him, grabs Nighthawk around the neck leaps up and backwards into the air as he raises both knees up into the air... Double Knee Backbreaker! Nighthawk's eyes light up with mind blowing pain as his back arches up like the McDonald's golden arches. He slides off of Travis Monroe's knees as Monroe quickly goes for the cover! 1............ 2............. THRE- NO! Nighthawk showing that he isn't ready to give in yet as he gets a shoulder off the mat! Travis Monroe can't believe it as he begins to argue with the referee!)
Quadros: Now there's a quality that I like! Someone who believes that the referee is always out the cheat them!
Franks: He is wasting valuable time by arguing with the referee when he should be capitalizing on his first move in the match!
Quadros: You're wrong there Carl! By telling the referee who is really boss in the ring, he is making sure that on all future counts that the referee doesn't screw him over anymore!
Franks: To set you straight, PWA only hires the best officials that this sport has to offer!
Quadros: Oh come on you saw how slow the referee counted. Even a blind llama would've counted Nighthawk out of this match and ended our eye stabbing misery!
Franks: Blind llamas? Eye stabbing? I don't think I'm going to even bother asking.
(Travis Monroe sees that the referee isn't going to give in and is even getting back into the face of the PWA rookie. Travis Monroe returns his attention to the Wrestling Machine and drops down a vicious elbow! He stands up and drops down yet another on the Chicago native. Monroe helps Nighthawk to his feet, blocks a Palm Strike by an ever fighting Nighthawk and delivers a quick kick to the gut and then lifts him up into a Fireman's Carry! He throws Nighthawk's lower extremities up into the air as Nighthawk flips over in the air... Fireman's Carry into a Backbreaker! Nighthawk's eyes look like their going to pop out of his socket's as his back looks like it was once a pretzel. Travis Monroe quickly covers and goes for the pin attempt! 1............ 2........... THREE! Monroe wins the... WAIT NO! The referee is showing that Nighthawk at some point got his foot onto the ropes! Travis Monroe is all but going berserks at the referee thinking that he had this match one and it should be all over with! Nighthawk is trying to get feeling back in his back as he has a hand pressed against it while Travis Monroe is still trying to win the agreement of the referee over. Travis finally gives up, turns back to Nighthawk, bends down and makes a rookie mistake as Nighthawk takes advantage of the breather he got by cinching in a Triangle Choke! Travis Monroe is jerking around like a fish who has just been hooked, but Nighthawk has his leg hooked underneath the other and isn't going anywhere! Travis Monroe has nowhere to go and is to far away from the ropes to make a move for them. It looks like Nighthawk has this match all wrapped up when all of a sudden, Nighthawk is lifted off the ground as Travis Monroe shows his brute strength. All he can do is run straight forward as sends Nighthawk between the middle and bottom ropes! Nighthawk's grip lets go as he lands with a terrible bump on the outside. Travis Monroe is leaning through the ropes absolutely motionless!)
Franks: Nighthawk smelled blood and almost came away with the win there. He certainly took a lot out of this newcomer who is showing that he is here in PWA for a reason!
Quadros: Yeah and that first reason is take Nighthawk and whoop his ass from coast to coast and ring post to ring post!
Franks: You stole that from somewhere didn't you? I know I've heard someone say that before!
Quadros: I'm original damnit! You know I'm the one who came up with that, you just want to drag me down to yours and Nighthawk's level!
Franks: You're about as original as a copy cat!
Quadros: Oooooh big insult there. I'll make sure to cry in my hotel room after. Just like Nighthawk is after this new kid gives him a new poop hole!
(Travis Monroe is using the ropes to get to his feet as Nighthawk has rolled over onto his stomach on the outside. The referee has started the mandatory twenty count for Nighthawk on the outside.... 1.2.3.4.5... Travis Monroe sees Nighthawk in his prone position and uses that as his determination to make a move! 6.7.8.9.10... Travis Monroe leaps up and over the top rope out of nowhere and jumps out with an attempted Slingshot Frog Splash, but Nighthawk puts up his knees just in time! 11.12.13.14.15.. Knees connect to stomach and Travis Monroe suddenly finds himself unable to breathe. Nighthawk takes advantage of this by helping Travis Monroe up to his feet. 16.17.18... Nighthawk rolls Travis Monroe back into the ring and follows suit before the referee can count him out. Nighthawk measures up Travis Monroe and then lands a picture perfect Standing Moonsault! Hooks a leg and goes for the cover! 1..... 2...... THRE- NO! Travis Monroe has a firm grasp of the ropes! That's his second allocated rope break! Nighthawk drags Travis Monroe to the middle of the ring and then rushes to one of the corners, goes to top rope and is facing away from the ring. Corkscrew Moonsault attempt, but Travis Monroe rolls out of the way! Nighthawk lands unnaturally hard! Both men are down and out on the canvas!)
Quadros: Get up Monroe! Take out Nighthawk and put us out of this nightmare!
Franks: Right now this match could go either way. Nighthawk was dominating this match up, but Travis Monroe has been showing that he wants to impress the PWA management!
Quadros: Oh don't make Monroe sound like an ass kisser! All of our board members are good and kind people who are very just and fair and always make the right decisions! They'll know how to handle the situation when Monroe topples the Wrestling Machine!
Franks: Now who is doing the arse kissing?
Quadros: Are you trying to sound British to get me off the subject? Cause it isn't going to work! By the way, you make a terrible Brit!
(Travis Monroe is the first to his feet as Nighthawk is up on one knee, still holding his ass. Travis Monroe rushes towards Nighthawk and attempts to hit a Shining Wizard, but Nighthawk ducks the knee strike! Travis Monroe lands on his feet and instinctively attempts a Mule Kick, but Nighthawk catches his foot. Travis Monroe, still on the offensive, attempts to nail a Spinning Kick with his free leg, but Nighthawk avoids this at well as he continues to hold onto the leg of Travis Monroe! Monroe on his stomach as Nighthawk sinks in an Ankle Lock! Hands go to head as Travis Monroe feels his ankle being nearly snapped like a twig! He reaching for the ropes, but he is still a few feet away from them which in his current state, feels like two miles! He has his hands lifted up as if he is close to tapping out, but instead, he lifts himself up and pushes himself forward. Nighthawk drags him back a little, twisting the ankle hard as possible. Travis Monroe lifts himself again and lunges for the ropes now closer than ever, but still too far away to have the hold taken off. With one last desperation lunge, Monroe just barely gets his hands on the ropes, which forces Nighthawk to let go of the hold. Nighthawk lets go immediately as Travis Monroe has used up his last available rope break!)
Franks: Monroe could be headed into no man's land if Nighthawk hooks in one more submission near the ropes. It wouldn't matter then whether or not Monroe made it to the ropes.
Quadros: I think Monroe is setting himself up for what a lot of people would call an upset, except for me. It's when a cat like Monroe has his back up against the wall that he is most vicious.
Franks: You might very well have a point there Ray, but Nighthawk is as smart as they come when it comes to the ring.
Quadros: Nighthawk is as dumb as nails and everyone knows it. Haven't you looked at his face recently? It looks like someone used and abused a Mr. Potato head!
Franks: You're ridiculous! You're probably just jealous that you're not with the beautiful Sin!
Quadros: That's not how you should phrase it Carl. What you should be saying is, “who hasn't been with Sin?” Probably everybody but you, but you're gay!
Franks: Am not!
(Nighthawk pulls Travis Monroe away from the ropes, knowing that he has this match firmly in place. He drops down with a painful looking Elbow. Sits Travis Monroe up into a sitting position and attempts a Basement Dropkick, but Monroe at the last second pushes Nighthawk's out of harms way! Nighthawk lands next to him in a sitting position and Travis Monroe reacts quickly with a couple of fast elbows to the temple of Nighthawk! Travis Monroe up, backs up and this time is able to nail a Shining Wizard! Nighthawk goes limp, but Travis Monroe helps him up anyways. Travis Monroe picks him up. Swinging Side Slam Backbreaker that sends spasms all up and down Nighthawk's back! Travis Monroe up with Nighthawk again and nails a Snap Reverse STO! Travis Monroe goes for the pinfall! 1......... 2......... THRE- Nighthawk somehow manages a kickout! Travis Monroe yanks Nighthawk up one more time looking to end the match! Nighthawk without notice, pushes Travis Monroe's hands away and gives a few open handed punches to the temples of Travis Monroe! He bends down, yanks Travis Monroe's feet out from underneath him and sinks in an Inverted Cloverleaf that he calls the Moonlight Clutch! Travis Monroe is right next to the ropes and grabs onto them! He's looking at the referee to force Nighthawk to let go of the hold, but to his horror finds out that he has no more allocated rope breaks! Nighthawk now adds to the pain by putting Travis Monroe into a Body Scissors yanking back as hard as he can! Travis Monroe can't take it anymore as he regretfully has to tap out! The referee signals for the bell as Nighthawk wins the match!!)
Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen. Winner of this match due to submission by the Moonlight Clutch!!.... “The Wrestling Machine”... NIGHTHAWK!!!!!!
Franks: Nighthawk showing why he is a Pure Wrestling Match expert! He forced Travis Monroe to run out of rope breaks and then went in for the the kill!
Quadros: I didn't really like Monroe anyways. He's kind of ugly if you look up close!
Franks: Come on now! He came into this match with a lot of questions about him and he showed that he could give Nighthawk a run for his money. Tonight just wasn't his night to bump off a more experienced and better well rounded wrestler like Nighthawk!
Quadros: And he's ugly.
My Secret Assassin
Written by: Craig & Neil
Just after the conclusion of Nighthawk's previous match, VCR strolls down to the ring with his arm in a sling. Once inside the ring, he gets a microphone handed to him. He is strangely showing very little fear towards Nighthawk.
VCR: You think you’re so tough, Nighthawk!…Beating on me must make you a legend in this business. But what you…yeah you, Nighthawk…don’t understand is business is moving on without you! Yeah! We cannot have wrestlers like you who show no respect for their sup-superiors. This is a NEW Premiere Wrestling Alliance…one without Nighthawk! One with respect, honor, and dignity towards wrestling. You think you’re a pure wrestler cause you won tonight? You think you hold the ideals…yes, those ideals that wrestling was created on?
Nighthawk nods “yeah” as he faints towards Victor Cornelius Roberts, causing the nerdy Board member to nearly fall out of the ring.
VCR: Stay away from me! You’ve done enough da…da…damage you…you…punk! But I’ve hired damage control to put you on the shelf forever, Nighthawk. Yeah! You’ll never use that Hangman’s Clutch on me again! And this time I won’t fail! Come on out here my assassin!
A voice is hear over the personal announce system as a grin forms over VCR’s face. Nighthawk on the other hand is trying to place the voice.
"People think it's an obsession. A compulsion. As if there were an irresistible impulse to act. It's never been like that. I chose this life. I know what I'm doing. And on any given day, I could stop doing it. Today, however, isn't that day. And tomorrow won't be either."
The lights dim down as strobe lights in a red hue fill the arena once the opening riff to "Holy Diver" by Killswitch Engage begins.
"Hmm-hmmmm
Yeah
Yeah
Holy Diver
You've been down too long in the midnight sea
Oh, what's becoming of me?
Ride the tiger
You can see his stripes but you know he's clean
Oh, don't you see what I mean?"
Brad Kane appears from the back now as he stands in the middle of the entry way while the crowd doesn't know what to think. He inhales and exhales before beginning to walk down to the ring. The fans are still a little surprised to see the man formerly known as Reckless Jack walking down to the ring. He keeps his eyes fixed on Nighthawk the whole time. Once near ringside, Brad runs and slides into the ring before getting right back up to his feet. Brad still keeps his eyes fixated on Nighthawk as he calls for a microphone.
Brad Kane: When I was asked if I wanted to come back into PWA by VCR here, I was a little bit leery of the whole thing. I didn't exactly know what to think. Then he told me the sweetest words I've heard in the past month or so. He says to me, "Brad, how would you feel about driving a stake through the heart of the Hell Brothers?" So I listened to what this man had to say and I listened closely. Then when he concluded by saying I'd be able to get my hands on you 'Hawk, I couldn't help but to jump at this chance. You see, for all my short comings that I've experienced in PWA, I blame you and only you.
The crowd begins to jeer and detest Brad Kane as he pays zero attention to them. He keeps his eyes on Nighthawk yet.
Brad Kane: You and your goddamn obsession for the World Light Heavyweight Championship drove that stake through the Hell Brothers. All these talks of going for the Tag Team Titles while they were still in their existence where all but thoughts as you were so focused on your selfish desires that I was left on the curb. So the months of losing, the months of getting my ass handed to me by everyone in that locker room I place upon you Nighthawk.
Once more the crowd begins to boo and jeer.
Brad Kane: "The Wrestling Machine" is a moniker you gave yourself but when I sit back and look at all your accomplishments here in PWA, what has that wrestling gotten you? Maybe a total of five wins and a month long reign with that World Light Heavyweight Championship. Jesus 'Hawk, I think you looked up at those lights more then I did! So, at High Stakes, when you attempt any of that mat wrestling you jerk off over, I'll kick your face so hard, you won't be thinkin' about wrestling for quite some time. "The Wrestling Machine... hardly fitting for such a goddamn loser.
This really sets the crowd off as they jeer louder then even before! Brad drops the microphone as he gets into the face of Nighthawk. VCR jumps for joy as Brad Kane and Nighthawk stare each other down but don’t lay a hand on each other. Former Hell Brother members now appear to be enemies ready to face off at High Stakes.
Franks: I can’t believe this, Ray. Brad Kane, formerly known as Reckless Jack, has signed on with VCR to take out Nighthawk? These two used to be inseparable backstage!
Quadros: And they’re going to be inseparable at High Stakes when they’re beating each other up. This has to be the smartest pick VCR has had yet to take out Nighthawk. Brad Kane actually has some legit beef with the “Wrestling Machine”.
We head towards commercial as the two former Hell Brother members are sharing some choice words with each other.
No Surprise Left
Written by: Dan
[Johnny Red is in the locker room for "Team Dade," trying valiantly to get some mic time with The Franchise. Dade continues to blow him off as he walks around among the many people in the room. He stops first at Ashlee Michaels.]
Franchise: Ash, enjoying your time tonight.
[She just smiles softly and nods.]
Franchise: You made the right decision last week, just let it flow and have a good time.
[Dade walks up to Brent Adams, who seems to be having a good time harassing Franchise Security member Anthony Ward.]
Krazy Train: So uh Ward....
Anthony Ward: Yeah?
Krazy Train: Get thrown off any good bridges lately?
[Train starts laughing, Dade trys to hold in the laughter before walking over to Kemp.]
Franchise: Hey Kemp, why so grumpy? You just gave Ward the look of death.
Jonas Kemp: That punk used to hit me with chairs weekly.
[Dade stops, shakes his head and walks over to Ward. He grabs Ward by the arm and drags him over to Kemp like a parent scolding their child.]
Franchise: Jonas is mad at you because you used to beat him with chairs. Say 'I'm Sorry.'
Anthony Ward: What?
Franchise: Say it.
Anthony Ward: I'm sorry.
[Kemp just nods and glares.]
Franchise: Jonas.
Jonas Kemp: Ugh...apology accepted.
[The three part ways as Dade walks into a second, much smaller room as Red follows.]
Franchise: I swear to god, it's like running a day care....Anyway Red, what do you want.
Johnny Red: Well Dade, earlier tonight after his loss to Brent Adams, I spoke privately to Chris Michaels and he promised a surprise for you later tonight.
Franchise: Yeah yeah, of course. One, can we say predictable? There is no surprise left in Chris Michaels, I assure you. Chris is going to get what's coming to him and there is nothing that anyone in PWA can do about it. I have the people in place to make sure of that. So do me a favor Red, you just watch later tonight and learn. But as of now, that question is dumb and you are wasting my time, so why don't you go interview Jake Keeton or something, he'll like the airetime. and I'll worry about Team Dade and my street fight.
[Dade walks away as the scene cuts back to Frank and Quadros.]
Captain Howdy vs. KAI
Written by: Jake
Franks: Wow folks next up we’ve got a complete contrast of styles from two men who have really been on a roll in PWA as of late in Captain Howdy and KAI.
A hard pounding, followed by the chanting of the Street Drum Corp's "Wrecks" plays in the arena while smoke billows from the entrance way and out walks KAI. The young man stops in front of the ring and bows, then in one leap, goes from floor to ring apron where he flips the rest of the way into the ring.
Freddy Ferdinand: Standing 5 feet, 8 inches tall. He hails from the Caribbean Island of Bonaire. He is Sport's Greatest Artform. He is KAI!
(Kai stands center ring with a straight face as he awaits the arrival of his opponent.)
Quadros: KAI looks ready to go but I don’t think has any idea what he’s in for. The Captain has been on a whole new level of crazy these past few weeks. He’ll be a greasy spot on the mat by the time this one is over.
Franks: As impressive as KAI has been I almost have to agree.
Freddy Ferdinand: And his opponent… standing 6’4” and weighing in at 254lbs, Captain Howdy!
(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, still covered with Jake Keeton’s blood, 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.)
Franks: Both men look ready so lets get this one started.
Quadros: Yeah this needs to end quick, this bloody walking stick is starting to freak me out.
(The bell rings and both men move to the center of the ring, Captain Howdy being much larger takes immediate control of the initial collar and elbow tie up and whips KAI into the ropes. KAI ducks a clothesline attempt and goes low with a drop kick to the knee. Captain Howdy stumbles back but shakes it off quickly and snatches KAI under the arms with both hands and plants him into the mat with a Sky High Powerbomb. The Captain scoots back and applies a knee bar but KAI it too close to the ropes and the referee forces a break. Howdy stands and waits for KAI to stand up as well. Once he’s back on his feet Captain Howdy snatches him in a Full Nelson and begins shaking the much smaller man furiously.)
Franks: Captain Howdy is in complete control here, I wasn’t expecting this.
Quadros: I was, we saw what he did to Jake Keeton earlier.
(Captain Howdy gives one last shake and then plants KAI with a Full Nelson Slam. The Captain then drops a knee across the throat of KAI and then mounts him and begins blatantly choking him. The referee begins to count trying to force Howdy to break the choke 1…2…3…4 BREAK. As soon as he lifts his hands and the count is broken he goes right back to it. 1…2….3….4…. BREAK. KAI rolls on the mat clutching his throat and gasping for air as Captain Howdy gets back to his feet. He brings KAI up as well and locks him in THE PENDULUM, Captain Howdy’s switching abdominal stretch with alternating elbows to the ribs. KAI desperately begins throwing back elbows of his own with one catching The Captain clean on the side of the head causing him to loosen his grip for a split second and allowing KAI to spin up and apply the Iron Octopus.)
Fanks: The first real sign of offense from KAI here and he has that Headscissor Arm Bar locked in tight.
Quadros: I think it might be too little too late. Captain Howdy has been giving him a beating for the better part of 5 minutes and I didn’t even expect this match to go that long.
Fanks: You have to give KAI more credit than that, he’s managed to rack up wins over a couple of PWA’s best.
Quadros: PWA’s best? He beat Aiden Miles last week… I can beat Aiden Miles.
(With one huge burst Captain Howdy yanks his head and arm free and looks ready to finish things off. KAI gets back to his feet and he also looks to have his second wind. KAI begins laying into the chest of Captain Howdy with furious Knife Edge Chops. Captain Howdy just smiles and delivers a chop of his own… right to the throat dropping KAI to one knee. Captain Howdy latches on to the throat of KAI with the Tongan Death Grip. KAI slaps at his arm trying to get free but Howdy just smiles a sick smile at him and squeezes harder. KAI then tries to bring Captain Howdy down to the mat and steps over into an Arm Bar with The Captain still clutching him by the throat. Captain Howdy has none of the Arm Bar attempt and with one arm slams KAI on his head.)
Franks: Captain Howdy has done a lot of damage to the throat of KAI in this match, we might not hear anything from him next week.
Quadros: He’s going to be lucky to walk out of here much less be able to talk when this match is over.
(Captain Howdy still focusing on the throat of KAI mount his thoroughly beaten opponent and rolls him over placing KAI in his own guard. Captain Howdy brings his shin up and under KAI’s throat and pulls down on the back of his head.)
Franks: There’s tha Gogoplata from Captain Howdy, he might have done some serious damage to former Light Heavyweight Champion Jake Keeton earlier tonight with that same move and a little help from that walking stick.
Quadros: The ring is still stained with Keeton’s blood.
(KAI holds on for a few seconds but the lack of oxygen causes him to slowly fade and finally he taps out.)
Freddy Ferdinand: Ladies and Gentleman, your winner as a result of a submission, Captain Howdy!!!
Franks: Huge win for Captain Howdy here going into his one on one meeting with Jake Keeton at High Stakes.
(The fans attention is drawn to the entry way where, Jake Keeton, still covered in his own blood that is now dried walks towards the ring and the crowd exploides. Captain Howdy smiles a sick smile at the pathetic site as Jake slowly walks, each step causing the dried blood to flake of his face. Once he’s about halfway down the ramp Keeton charges the ring where Captain Howdy waits anxiously. Keeton slides through the ropes and ducks a clothesline. He slips behind The Captain and applies his Dragon Sleeper he calls NO FUTURE Keeton grits his teeth and wraps his legs around the waist of Howdy and wrenches back on the neck. Captain Howdy struggles slightly but the grip is too tight, and he just smiles a sick evil smile as he drifts off to sleep.)
Franks: Jake Keeton just choked Captain Howdy completely out! He’s not moving at all but he’s still smiling.
Quadros: He looks like he enjoys it.
Franks: You can guarantee when these two meet at High Stakes it’s going to be explosive.
(Keeton releases the limp body of Captain Howdy and stands up. Keeton stands over him and smiles as well, his teeth covered in his own blood.)
Protecting Our Future
Written by: Neil
Another Board of Director member, Daz Van Dyke is seen walking backstage in his trademark Armani suit. He is looking especially snap tonight after Giorgio Armani stayed up late the night before custom fitting that suit to DVD. Hey, the man has connections and money. With a smirk ear to ear over his face, Mr. Van Dyke looks to be enjoying the PWA for the first time since he bought into the company last year.
As he’s passing by, PWA workers steer clear of him fearing if they say or do the wrong thing he could have them fired. But he’s not in the mood to fire anybody tonight. Nah, he’s happy enough to see his bitter rival, Commissioner Butcher, is no where to be seen thanks in part to London McCormack last week. Truth be told, Mr. Van Dyke is taking the Commissioner’s M.I.A. as a personal victory since he was the one who told London his fiancé Kayleigh was cheating on him with The Butcher. So genius DVD is yet again.
He comes across the empty makeshift office that was reserved for the Commissioner tonight. He steps inside the room and flicks on the light switch. As the fluorescent fixtures buzz overhead, DVD makes his way towards the neat and undisturbed desk of the Commissioner. He gets behind it with a smile and takes a seat. He then throws his feet up on the desk and leans back to relax over his most recent victory.
Wren: Daz?
The serenity DVD was experiencing is broken by the commanding voice of Mrs. Chesney. There she is standing in the open doorway with a perplexed look over her face.
Wren: What are you doing?
DVD: Nothing. Just relaxing for the first time in awhile. I found this…empty chair…and decided to take a load off.
Wren: I see, well I’m heading down towards the Board of Directors meeting tonight. Are you coming?
DVD: No.
Wren: No? I thought we could gloat…I mean, discuss the fact that Commissioner Butcher is missing.
DVD: I rather do my gloating here, sitting in the man’s chair.
Mr. Van Dyke smiles over this fact as he attempts to get more comfortable in the chair.
DVD: But perhaps you could help me with something, Mrs. Chesney. See, last week London McCormack almost snapped the Commissioner’s ankle in two. While he may not have succeeded in that effort due to Hammerfist Security, he did in fact shatter The Butcher’s pride. And that is why I am sure he is not here tonight.
Wren: Certainly McCormack’s actions had to of played a part I am sure. But what can I do for you?
DVD: As you saw last week when Hammerfist Security decided to interject themselves into personal business between Butcher and London, I know for a fact there are certain “elements” of PWA that are sympathetic towards the Commissioner. At this point in time I fear for the safety of my client, London McCormack. Granted, he can take care of himself but I do not want to risk PWA’s “Future” when it concerns those looking to avenge the Commissioner even though Butcher had everything coming to him!
Wren: So what do you need?
DVD: First and foremost, London McCormack needs a ‘round the clock personal security escort that will assure his safety for the next couple of weeks. And I am definitely NOT talking about that good for nothing neanderthal Mugs Hammerfist! I need you to acquire the services of your “special” security man.
Wren: Ah, I see. But that might be odd considering their past affiliation.
DVD: I trust you can square any issues away, Wren.
Wren: I’ll see what I can do. I mean, with High Stakes coming up and all I’m not sure how well that arraignment will work. But I can give it a try.
DVD: And another thing.
Wren: Yeah?
DVD: This chair. I want it delivered to my mansion after tonight. It is comfortable. After all, the former owner won’t be needing it anymore.
Mr. Van Dyke chuckles out loud as Mrs. Chesney joins in with the laugh over Commissioner Butcher’s expense.
Bryce Michaels vs. Natalie Snow
Written by: Andrew
Franks: Well, this next match is going to be...interesting...to say the least.
Quadros: This mext match is going to be GREAT, carl! It's always a pleasure to see The Natural, Bryce Micheals, in action...especially against a worthy competitor like the person he's about to meet in the ring.
(“Man In A Box” by Alice N Chains kicks up with The Natural making his presence known at the top of the ramp. The fans instantly empty their seats to either boo him. Bryce Michaels walks confidently down to the ring making sure he's far enough away from either side that none of the fans can touch his picture perfect body. He slides underneath the bottom ropes, finds the closest corner and hops up to the middle turnbuckle. He poses for the cameras with his bleached white smile and then hops off the turnbuckle as smooth and crisp as ever. Leaning against the ropes as if he is relaxing, Bryce Michaels waits for his opponent, Natalie Snow.)
Franks: Well, I'm pleased that Bryce is looking so confident this evening...let's see how confident he appears when he faces Natalie's fiance at High Stakes!
Quadros: Bryce is confident regardless of whomever he faces, Carl! That's what makes him such a great competitor!
("Black Magic Woman" by Santana kicks in over the loudspeakers, and the fans cheer loudly as Natalie appears at the top of the entrance ramp, flanked by the New Age Punisher. Clad in a white long sleeved yoga top, and matching pants, the High Priestess smiles in acknowledgement of the crowd's reaction, gives a friendly wave, and then sashays toward ringside as she exchanges comments with the masked man. Natalie then gives Terminus a nod as slips out of her flip-flops, then ducks into the ring, and performs a couple of yoga stretches in her corner as she awaits the start of her match against The Natural.)
Quadros: Let's no forget that Natalie is undefeated in PWA competition, so an upset isn't completely out of the realm of possiblility. Stranger things have happened...although I'm hard pressed to think of anything stranger at the moment.
(As Andy Sheppard signals for the opening bell, The Natural strides confidently forward, and motions for his opponent to come forward and meet him in a test of strength. Natalie simply shakes him off, and begins circling away from her opponent, who simply gives her a cheshire cat grin as he begins to stalk her and cut off the ring. Natalie eventually finds herself backed against the ropes, and has no choice but to lunge forward into a lock-up. As is to be expected, Bryce gains control with a side headlock, and immediately takes Snow to the mat before cranking on the hold. Natalie squeals in pain, but is able to reach up with her legs after a moment, and reverse into a headscissors. Bryce is easily able to kip up, and out of the hold; instead of capitlizing, he simply gives the High Priestess a sarcastic round of applause as she slowly gets to her feet.)
*HEEL POP!*
(Natalie shakes her head in disgust for a moment, and Bryce motions for her to lock-up once more. After staring down at Terminus, Natalie takes a deep breath, and lunges forward as if to oblige; however, the High Priestess is able to duck at the last second, and, as Bryce turns around, proceeds to wind up and Bitch Slap him HARD across the face! Bryce takes a step back, and runs his hand along the cheer, before his eyes narrow at the High Preistess, who immediately scoots out of the ring. For a moment, it seems as though the Natural will follow her out, but then he simply shakes his head, and motions for Natalie to come back inside. Despite the fact that the fans are urging her to to call it a night, she shakes her head, and reluctantly rolls back into the ring just before Andy Sheppard can complete his ten count.)
Franks: Well, you have to admire Natalie for not taking the easy way out of this match, but judging from the look in Bryce's eyes, maybe it would have been wiser for her to have done just that. Something tells me this isn't going to be pretty!
(As soon as Natalie re-enters, Bryce pounces on her, shooting in with a textbook double leg takedown, and then following up with a spinning toehold. Natalie screams in agony, and desperpately reaches out for the ropes, but Bryce simply pulls her back toward the center of the ring, and then converts the hold into an indian deathlock. Bryce then casually reaches out an pie-faces poor Natalie, who tries to respond by sitting up and nailing another slap. However, Bryce simply catches her by the wrist, pulls her into a front facelock, and then falls backward into a snap dtt while maintaining his hold on the deathlock!)
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
(Bryce then casually lies on top of Natalie for the cover: 1....2....Bryce rolls off, and gives the ref a feigned look of shock as Sheppard urges him to "just finish her off. The Natural pays no attention to this request as he pulls Natalie up by her long black hair, cinches in a front facelock, and then lifts her upside down before strolling to the ropes, and bouncing her off the top strand into a slingshot suplex; The Natural bridges back on this move, and the ref drops down to make the cover: 1....2....Bryce simply somersaults back into a standing position while maintaining the front facelock, and then takes the High Priestess over with a Northern Lights Suplex, brdging back for another cover: 1....2....Bryce rolls back out of the cover, and in one fluid motion, hauls the High Priestess back to her feet, befre sinking in a double underhook and sending her flying across the ring with a beautiful butterfly suplex. Micheals then takes a moment to smile down at the masked man, who can only shake his head in frustration as he watches Natalie being dismantled before his eyes.)
Franks: Oh come on! Just finish the poor woman once and for all, Bryce! You've made your point!
Quadros: Hey, he's being nice, and giving Terminus a chance to scout him some more. How many competitors would do that for a prospective opponent?
( The Natural once again pulls Natalie back to her feet by the arm, twists it into an armwringer, and then whips her hard into the nearest turnbuckle; Natalie lands chest first, and is in absolutely no position to defend herself as Bryce follows her in with a brilliant running corner dropkick that connects flush against the back of her head. the High Priestess flops onto her back, and Bryce follows up with his Diving Sparrow Split-Legged Moonsault, before applying another lacksadaisical cover: 1.....2......THREEEFOOT ON THE ROPES! Bryce seems a little surprised at this, but not at all displeased as he picks The High Priestess up, and then spikes her face-first into the mat with his Bitchmaker Inverted Rock Bottom. Another cover follows: 1......2......THREEEEEENO! Natalie got a shoulder up!)
Franks: My God! Natalie's taken a HARROWING beating, but she just won't quit...even if it's in her best interest to do so! What courage! What heart!
Quadros: What stupidity!
(By now, the entire crowd is screaming for the High Priestess to stay down, but she simply crawls back to her feet, and motions for the Natural to come on. Bryce simply chuckles in response as he proceeds to feint with a standing spin kick, before depositing Natalie once again onto her back with a spinning legsweep. Bryce seems to have decided that he's had enough fun, for, as natalie slowly climbs to her feet, he proceeds to apply the 3/4 facelock that sets up his finisher....)
*ANTICIPATION POP!*
(But, somehow, Natalie still has the energy to rake her eyes across his face, casuing Bryce to release the hold, and stumble back a step or two; not wasting a moment, the High Priestess capitalizes with a nice dropkick to the leg that drops Bryce to his knees! As the crowd cheers her on, Natalie races off the ropes, and flies into a Shining Yakuza Kick tp the face that drops Bryce onto his ass! Natalie lets out a loud war cry, and nails a Sliding Yakuza Kick that puts Bryce onto his back! Natalie's eyes go wide with excitement as she sprints forward, and flings herself into a sweet looking Standing Shooting Star Press for a cover of her own: 1....Two...Kick Out!)
Franks: I...I can't believe it! Natalie is taking it Bryce right now, and just got a two count on him!
Quadros: He's...he's letting her build some confidence! That...that HAS to be the only explanation for this!
( As Terminus pounds the mat in support, an undaunted Natalie proceeds to nail Bryce with a very impressive Standing Dropkick just as he rises, which sends him stumbling backward before falling into a seated position into the corner. Natalie unleashes another battle cry as she sprints forward into a bronco buster; after hitting this move, she proceeds to keep the pressure on by scraping the sole of one foot, and then the other aganst a bewildered Bryce's face. Upon completeing the move, Natalie then proceeds to take the Natural over to the mat with a snapmare, before hopping onto the second rope, and flying off into an elevated rolling necksnap! By now, the crowd is going BALLISTIC as the High Priestess ducks out to the ring apron, and then scales the turnbuckles as quickly as she can! After taking a moment to steady herself, Natalie flies off the top rope, into a Swanton Bomb that connects flush against the chest of her opponent!)
Franks: DIVINE INTERVENTION!
( Natalie takes a moment to collect herself after hitting this high risk move, and then rolls over, and applies the cover, hooking the leg: 1....2....THREEEEEEENOOOOO! Kick Out! Kick out! Natalie groans in disbelief, but realizes that she has to keep the pressure on, so she takes a deep breath to regain her composure, and then quickly springs off the ropes, and into a Flipping Neckbreaker that drops Bryce onto his back just as the disorietend Natural gets to his feet. Once again, the High Priestess opts to go high-risk, and begins to scale the turnbuckles, but Bryce still has enough energy left to get the knees up as Natalie flings herself into the Double Rotation Sky Twister Press that she calls the Leap of Faith! Natalie crashes hard against the extended knees, and flops to the mat, gasping and whimpering in pain!)
*THIS IS GOING TO BE REALLY BAD HEEL POP!*
(Once again, Bryce signals that it's time for the C-4, and glares down at Terminus, who continues to shout support for the High Priestess. Once again, Bryce sinks in the 3/4's facelock; but WAIT! Natalie squirms free and then proceeds to clock Bryce in the face with a nasty looking Standing Round Kick! Bryce staggers backwward, and the High Priestess races forward into the ropes, looking to follow up with the Handspring Backflip Tornado DDT that she calls The Divine Offering! NO! Bryce caught Natalie in mid-air...and.....THUMP! OH! Hollywood Hangover! The Emerald Frosion causes Natalie's head and shoulders to bounce off the mat, and Bryce immediately applies the cover, making certain to hook the leg this time; 1.................2................THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!)
Freddy Ferdinand: Your winner...by pinfall.....The Ntural, Bryce Micheals!
Quadros: What an amazing performance by Bryce!
Franks: Yeah, I'm sure that he's very pleased about beating a female in the ring...especially given that said female actually came quite close to defeating him at a couple of occasions!
Quadros: Hey, you beat the opponent that's put in front of you. Simple as that.
(As Bryce hauls himself off the canvas, and scales the second rope to celebrate his victory, the masked man comes into the ring to check on th condition of the fallen High Priestess. The Natural notes that the masked man's back is turned to him, and breaks out into a nasty smirk as he proceeds to climb down off the turnbuckle, and then race forward into a shining wizard that catches thew New Age Punisher in the back of the head! As the crowd lets out an unholy heel pop, Bryce proceeds to rain down a series of mounted punches onto the prone form of the masked man, and then proceeds to rip off his victim's mask....only to recoil in shock as the identity of the masked man is revealed!)
*WTF!? POP!*
Quadros: KAITO!? That's Kaito under the mask!?
(As Bryce struggles to make sense of this, the REAL Terminus appears as if from out of nowhere at ringside, and then proceeds to hop onto the ring apron, and glare at the Natural as he proceeds to stand behind him, before vaulting off the top rope, and into a Springboard Dropkick that catches Bryce in the back of the head, sending him sprawling to the mat!)
Franks: TERMINUS! The real Terminus has arrived, and from the look in his eyes, he is not the LEAST bit thrilled with Bryce at the moment!
(As the crowd goes ballistic once again, the masked man proceeds to haul the stricken Bryce back to his feet, and then proceeds to nail Micheals with a leaping Cutter of his own! C-4! C-4! C-4!!!! Bryce's head bounces off the mat, and Terminus proceeds to scale the turnbuckles, before sailing off into a magnificent Phoneix Splash that connects FLUSH against the prone form of the virtually unconscious Bryce! TERMINAL VELOCITY! As members of Hammerfist security start to stream into the ring, the masked man proceeds to take the barely-conscious Natalie into his arms, and then nods at a smirking Kaito, who tosses "Thunder Kite" the mask that he was wearing. "T. Kite" breaks out into a wide smile as he catches the mask, and then disppears into the crowd with a somehwat bemused Natalie still in his arms!)
*OFF THE CHARTS FACE POP!*
Quadros: Oh man! Bryce is going to be PISSED about this. I wouldn't want to be Terminus at High Stakes.
Franks: Well, I think the Master Manipulator won't be at all thrilled about the fact that Terminus put one over on him this week, but then again, it only serves him right for attempting to make a statement at the expense..and something tells me that as far as Terminus is concerned, what happened this week is only going to be the beginning of Bryce's punishement.
Quadros: Oh...we'll see about that, Carl!
Franks: Indeed we will, partner. This is going to be a hell of a match...and I just can't wait to see it!
Ye of Little Faith
Written by: Simon Retter
John Harkes: You promised that we'd be getting some sort of return on our money!
Wren Chesney: It's what I've been saying at the beginning and what I've been saying all along John. This guy doesn't know his ass from his elbow. Hell, who here even knows who he actually is?
(She points a shaking finger at the accused while staring John Harkes dead in the eyes.)
Wren Chesney: If all of you, including my beloved husband hadn't said yes to voting him in, we wouldn't be in the situation that we're in right now!
(A moment of silence carries over the room. The finger pointing, yelling and screaming is starting to sink into the head of the long figure at the far end of the table. Or is it?)
Gil Silver: I say we tie him up and then feed him to my ravenous dogs when we get the chance! No one would ever know!
(VCR cringes at the thought.)
VCR: Are you crazy? We'd all burn in hell for that! Isn't there something logical we could do? Cause killing someone doesn't sound like the answer to me!
Gil Silver: You young men are such pussies these days!
(Wren's mouth opens slightly, clearly offended by the vulgar language emitting itself from the aging Mr. Silver. He doesn't seem to notice the gesture.)
Gil Silver: Back in my days, if a man didn't fulfill his end of the bargain... we burned him at the stake!
(Who knows how old Silver really is and it may just very well be true depending on the silver haired man's age.)
Wren Chesney: Before this gets out of hands you behemoths, there's only one of two ways that we can officially solve this problem.. legally!
(Eager ears listen in anticipation. Thus far. The lone man sitting across the table hasn't said a word, moved a muscle... breathed?)
John Harkes: Well go on..
Wren Chesney: One, we buy his shares and thus kick him off the board and out of PWA.
(John Harkes nearly has a heart attack. No pun intended.)
John Harkes: You can't be serious about that Wren! We're already losing money left and right and you expect us to be able to fork over that much money?! I don't know about you, but I'm not investing one more dime into this hellhole until I see some return!
Wren Chesney: The only other option is for us to find another investor to buy the shares he holds!
(She points a long skinny finger at the man behind all the blame.)
VCR: How are we going to get another investor when we can't even draw in an average viewing audience?
Wren Chesney: I'm sure there's someone out there that is willing to help us turn this around.
Gil Silver: I still say we string him up and make him dog food!
VCR: Shut up old man. You're too old and senile to know what you're talking about. Why don't you leave the serious business to us?
Gil Silver: Why you little yellow bellied, scum sucking, girly girl man! Why don't you come to my face and say that?!
VCR: Because my wife is stopping me from beating your aging ass down!
(VCR scoots in behind Wren as if she is keeping him at bay from an ass kicking. In reality, Gil Silver would beat the crap out of VCR.)
John Harkes: Can't we all just get along? You're over reacting Gil. You VCR are only stirring the pot when you open your mouth.
Gil Silver: You can can it as well Johnny Boy! Or I'll shove my foot so far up your ass, you can tie shoe laces out of your mouth!
(It's quite clear that Gil Silver is looking for a fight and it doesn't matter who it is. It seems everyone has temporarily forgotten about their fellow Board member, who has yet to add a single syllable towards all of this. Just as well.)
Wren Chesney: You men need to calm it down and stop acting like men!
(Gil Silver has never been one who liked having his manhood called into question. He snaps his head back towards her way with his cold, gray eyes.)
Gil Silver: You shouldn't talk when you own a bigger set between your legs than your husband does. I ought to ring his neck right here, right now to prove my point!
Wren Chesney: Don't you dare lay a finger on my husband or I'll..
Gil Silver: You're proving my point! When I was your age, men stood up for themselves and the woman stayed in the house and cooked and cleaned all day!
John Harkes: Are we forgetting what we're here for guys? We're here for business and not to fight with one another!
Gil Silver: Right after I show Victor what real men or like, we'll take the piss out of that son of a bitch over there!
(Gil Silver points a purple and brown spotted finger at the “culprit” of PWA's demise.)
Wren Chesney: Don't even try Gil, because even if you're a senior citizen, I'm going to fight for my husband! So why don't you shut your trap and lets get down to business for what we came for! SIMON RETTER!
John Harkes: What in the world are we going to do? Even if we kick Simon off the board, we're officially screwed! Screwed I tell you!
Gil Silver: Stop your belly aching, you pecker head! We're going to have to belly up to the table and go with what we have for now! Back in my day, you took what was dealt to you.
VCR: We don't want to hear about what happened back in your day anymore! Tell him Wren!
Gil Silver: Why you little...
(Gil Silver gets up to his feet and puts his two, aging and callused hands in front of him as if he's read to fight. Wren Chesney blocks VCR away from Gil as John Harkes starts trying to pull Gil Silver back.)
Simon Retter: Oh ye of little faith!
(He almost shouts it out, which stops the entire commotion in it's tracks. The sound of his voice is more like that of a preacher speaking the gospels of his beliefs. Simon Retter stands up and puts his hands down on the table in front of him.)
Simon Retter: Did I not tell you that I'd come through for you when it mattered most? Did I not tell you that I, Simon Retter, will deliver PWA to the promise land? My doubting Thomas'! How I love how easy you've given in!
(Wren Chesney is not one to take the kind of games she thinks Simon Retter is trying to play right now.)
Wren Chesney: You had your chance! You slithered your way onto the Board and then haven't been seen since! What were you doing when PWA was struggling!
(Simon Retter puts a hand up to the plastic smiling face as if he has just been scolded and is in real big trouble.)
Simon Retter: Oh my dear Mrs. Chesney, it's quite obvious you haven't the slightest clue about what I'm all about. Although I do admire how you're caring oh so much for it all! It's simply lovely!
VCR: That's MY woman you're talking to!
Simon Retter: Indeed it is Mr. Roberts and it intends to stay that way does it not, Mrs. Chesney?!
Wren Chesney: My personal life is none of your business! You should be worried about getting your ass thrown out of here instead!
(Simon Retter puts a finger to his chin as if thinking.)
Simon Retter: Hmmmm. Nope! I'm not worried at all sweetie! In fact, Mrs. Chesney, I couldn't be more confident! Heh.
Gil Silver: You're spouting out garbage you circus freak!
Simon Retter: How kind you choose your words, Mr. Silver! I'm not sure I know what to say! Then again, you know I'm lying when I say that. Of course I know what to say.
(Simon Retter takes a moment as he views the four Board Members, who aren't sure what's going to come out of his mouth next.)
Simon Retter: And what I say to you is this! PWA is on the threshold of greatness! While you might have not seen this ever smiling of mine, I've been working very hard in the shadows. I've been oh so busy making deals to right all of your wrongs! Which means while each of you have been struggling to keep mid-sized advertisers at bay, I've stricken partnerships with the biggest and wealthiest companies who want to throw money at PWA for their time and consideration! My lovely Board Members, while you've all but given up on me, I've given you all I had! It's terribly tragic that you'd prefer to send me packing when you cannot fathom my patronage to Premiere Wrestling!
Wren Chesney: You can't sweet talk us anymore! If you've done sooo good, then why have we been the ones who brought Jake Keeton, Dan Manheim and Ryan Shane back?! You haven't done a damned thing!
Simon Retter: Did you really? Are you so sure of that Mrs. Chesney? Or were you meant to think you did? The truth is my dear, my hand was stirring the pot in all of those deals and you hadn't an idea of it! And believe me when I say, I'm not done yet! Not even close! While you four have focused on bringing in young, new talent that will become this companies future down the road if even at all, I'm taking care of the ratings right now! So I'm pleased to announce that at High Stakes my fellow men and woman.. I will deliver to you one of the biggest stepping stones to PWA's leap to the top!
Wren Chesney: You have no proof!
(The masked, smiling man puts both arms out signaling that she could be right.)
Simon Retter: Indeed I do not Mrs. Chesney! However. Your doubts will be buried when PWA's newest additions put their foot into the door! You'll know that it's only a touch that I, Simon Retter, could bring to fruition!
(Simon Retter steps away from the table with his back facing the board members. Taking a few steps, he whirls around and points a finger at PWA's money players.)
Simon Retter: What I bring to you will be so unexpected, so surprising that there's no way I could lie about it and keep a straight face! Heh.
(Then again, Simon Retter always has a smiling face so what weight does that last comment carry?)
Simon Retter: What I will bring to this company will be more than what all of you have done for it... combined! Don't believe me? You'll see! Oh you'll see starting at High Stakes exactly why I'm revered by all those that lace up a boot in this industry! You'll see why you can never guess what my next move is going to be! At High Stakes, when I deliver PWA it's next great addition.. your jaws will drop in shock! Instead of threatening to crucify yours truly, you'll be asking for forgiveness!
(Simon Retter takes a seat back in his chairr with both elbows on table and hands on chin.)
Simon Retter: Are you taking a gamble on me? Sure you are! It's High Stakes is it not? Big risk.. big reward? But I tell you now, your reward shall be great. The fan base. The advertisers. The ratings. The talent this PWA roster lacks. The money! It's all about to skyrocket! Keep your eyes glued to the screen on July 2nd, because you're not going to believe what you see!
Wren Chesney: We have the right to know who you're bringing into PWA! We could say no you know!
(With the cameras at Simon Retter's back, he pulls out a picture from his sleeve.)
Simon Retter: I thought you might say something, love. The newest addition to Premiere Wrestling Alliance is...
(He shows the picture to the Board Members, who's jaws drop like lead. Who is it?!?! Scene fades..)
Pick Your Poison Match
Street Fight
Dade Davis vs. Chris Michaels
Written by: Dan & Chris
Franks: Here we go again and it round number two of picking the poison. And now it is Hot Shot's match. And for some reason Ray Quadros, he has put himself in a match with Dade Davis.
Quadros: I guess Chris wants two losses tonight.
Franks: Perhaps, let's go to Freddy to get this started.
Freddy Ferdinand: The following contest is a street fight to a one fall finish. Introducing first, he hails from Roanoke, Virginia and he is the PWA Premiere Champion...."Hot Shot" Chris Michaels!
["Superstar" by Saliva hits the PA as the "HotShot" is shown walking towards the entrance way through the back with the PWA Premiere Title over his shoulder. As he does, Dade Davis, clad in a pair of blue jeans and cutoff t-shirt with his fists taped up, attacks Michaels from behind with referee Sasha Brown in tow.]
[BELL SOUNDS]
Franks: Ray, it looks like we are going to start this street fight backstage as Dade Davis doesn't even care about being introduced.
Quadros: Dade Davis usually likes to bask in the limelight, but tonight I don't even think is about winning.
Franks: You are right Ray, it is all about inflicting punishment.
Quadros: And Dade slams Michaels' head against the concrete wall. Where's he taking him?
Franks: Dade Davis looks like he is taking Chris Michaels back towards the "Team Dade" locker room and that spells major trouble for the Premiere Champion. We already know that there are plenty of people with street weaponry back there waiting.
Quadros: 5-on-1 is not good for the HotShot!
Franks: Ward, Kemp, McCarthy and Adams are all backstage, we know that. Franchise Security's Justin Stall is sitting out here ringside as usual among the fans and accomanying Ashlee Michaels, the wife of Chris.
Quadros: Fun side note Franks, did you know that Ashlee will be accompanying Dade to ringside at High Stakes?
Franks: Shocker. Dade Davis is scum.
Quadros: She made the right decision Franks. Chris Michaels is a deadbeat.
Franks: And wait, will you look at that? That's Jonas Kemp and the monsterous Eddie McCarthy laid out just outside Dade Davis' locker room. The Franchise lays a couple of right hands to HotShot and goes to check on his fallen comrades and now he's pounding on door of his locker room, which appears to be locked ironically.
Quadros: Yeah, sarcasm we get it Franks.
Franchise: Hey! What the hell is going on! Let me in!
Franks: And Davis now kicks at the door breaking the lock.
[The door bounces open and Dade steps in to see two men, not members of "Team Dade" in the room.]
Franks: Would you look at that! Ray, it's Chris Cypher!
Quadros: What? No! They killed him!
Franks: He wasn't the best in PWA, but I do remember him. That is Chris Cypher, the man that Dade Davis and Chris Michaels left for dead at VOW. And that guy with him, he was at Dade Davis' house recently, wasn't he?
Quadros: [dejected]: Yes. Andrew Eubanks. Mavis. Damn.
Franks: You sound depressed Quadros as Michaels is up and he nails Dade Davis and now all three men are pounding away at Davis. And they stop, smile at eachother and hold up three fingers. Could this be the infamous Trio?
Quadros: Generic version.
Franks: Chris Michaels has the television monitor and he slams it down onto the head of Dade Davis. This plan from The Franchise may have backfired. And look at Chris Cypher, he is signaling for the Cuban Missle Crisis!
Quadros: No!
Franks: Karma Ray, karma.
Quadros: It's Brent Adams! Here to save the day! And he has Anthony Ward in tow.
Franks: These two men are going toe-to-toe with Cypher and Eubanks as Michaels is pulling Davis to his feet.
HotShot: You want my life Dade? You take it! But i'm taking yours and now I'm the one with no morals!
Franks: Michaels is pounding viciously away at a bloody Dade Davis.
Quadros: He is trying to take Dade out of the game.
Franks: And here come more referees and backstage management, security, etc. This has just gotten out of hand as the bell rings here in the arena.
[BELL SOUNDS]
Freddy Ferdinand: This match has been declared a no-contest!
Franks: Not a popular decision here in the arena as the fans are booing like crazy. The referees are seperating Ward, Adams, Cypher and Eubanks as it takes three men to pry Chris Michaels off Dade Davis. Blood is pouring out of the forehead of The Franchise and Ashlee Michaels looks horrified at ringside.
Quadros: This is about to explode bigtime Franks.
Franks: And it will finally erupt for Michaels' title at High Stakes. But it will be one-on-one.
Quadros: Somehow I doubt that.
Who Fears Who
Written by: Jason & Paul
(Cut to the backstage area. Specifically the locker room area. Even more specifically the Gundan RTO locker room. That thing still exists? Sure does. Anyway, it is in this room that we find the PWA World Heavyweight champion, Jason Sandman, gearing up for his match later on tonight. As Sandman slides on his knee pads, we hear the door to the RTO locker room slam. He immediately looks up and sees who did it, which prompts him to stand up. As the camera pans over, we see the cause for the door slamming as the Seiryuu approaches the World Champ and gets in his face... despite the height difference. Neither one of them say a word for a minute as they both see fit to stare holes into the other's heads. After the moment of uncomfortable silence, the Seiryuu decides he'll be the first to break it.)
Jiraiya Kaito: You!
(Jason looks down at the number one contender.)
Jason Sandman: And you right back at you. So to what do I get the pleasure of you in my face.
Jiraiya Kaito: You know exactly why I in you face! But you answer this question: What do you think when you attack me after my battle with Buraisu Maikerusu!?
(Jason exhales loudly before answering.)
Jason Sandman: What did I think when I attacked you. I thought that just like Terminus everything that was and is RTO has clouded your mind. I tried to wake up Terminus from his bull shit, but you forced him to continue the nightmare. I don't care what it takes Kaito, at High Stakes if I don't think you are clear yet, I will do what it takes to wake you up. Only this time, Terminus won't be there to return the favor.
Jiraiya Kaito: I no need Taminusu to return favor. I am awake. And I have you to thanks for that. For now I see everything in clear. Even you. One who claim to still be onija to Gundan RTO.
(Jason looks Kaito right in the eyes.)
Jason: I am your onija. Brothers for life, through the thick and thin thin, we wade through the bull shit in order to find sucess. No matter how many people have joined us in the war, it has always been about the three of us. The three that make up the R, T, and the O. Sometimes brothers have break another brothers heart so that he can see the truth. Some times Kaito, a brother has to kill another before he can dishonor himself. I want your honor to be restored. I may be the only one who does, but I do want your child to find honor in his or her father's life.
(Enraged at the thought of his unborn child being brought up in the conversation, the Seiryuu pushes the World Champion up against the wall and grabs him by the throat.)
Jiraiya Kaito, angry: You... leave... my child... out of this!
Jason: Sorry Kaito, but I had to get the fire going. This is the first time I have seen you excited about something in a long time. You are suppose to be our dragon, but lately I was thinking you were more like a chameleon. I want to see your fire flow again.
Jiraiya Kaito, still angry: You... want fire? You want to see fire!? Talk about my child, and you see fire! But it is last thing you ever see!!!
Jason: Kaito don't make promises you can't keep. You don't have it in you to be a killer.
Jason leans down to make sure that Kaito is face to face and eye to eye with him.
The Angel: But I do.
(A smile now appears on the Seiryuu's face as he releases his grip on the champion's throat. However, the hint of anger remains in his voice as he now addresses the figure inside of Jason Sandman.)
Jiraiya Kaito: At last we meet, Ekibyougami. I wonder what it take to get to you. Now I know. And now, I feel it is important to tell you... I no fear you. I no fear death. I almost die last year. In fact, I suppose to die. But death... fear... me!
The Angel: Death fears you? What makes you think I didn't just let you live that day? What would be more fun than to pull you right to the point of no return, and let you see the depths of hell? Letting the fun continue of course. you saw hell and right before you fell in, you were pulled back an thrown back to earth. It wasn't your time yet Jiraiya. I wasn't through with you yet.
(The Seiryuu scoffs at Angel's statement.)
Jiraiya Kaito: If this is case, Ekibyougami... then you stupid! You wish you let me die! Now you pay for you stupid gaijin error! You suppose to be champion! Champion no make mistake of to allow warrior such as myself to live! Tonight... you find out why! And at High Stakes... you... die! Omae o korosu... gaijin!
(The Seiryuu proceeds to exit the room, having become satisfied after having finally met the Angel of Death face to face. The Angel, however, doesn’t retaliate physically. Instead, the evil grin on his face appears to be wider than before. Even his delayed response doesn’t seem to have any sort of hint of anger in it.)
The Angel: Walk away now, little dragon. For once High Stakes has arrived, walking ever again will NOT... be an option.
(The Angel stands there with his arms folded. He chuckles to himself and shakes his head in disbelief as the scene ends.)
High Stakes Preview Tag Team Match
Jason Sandman, Cross Recoba, Mystic J
vs.
Jiraiya Kaito, London McCormack, Ryan Shane
Written by: Jason
"God Damn" by Hell Yeah comes on the speakers and as it begins, the "Deal With It Bitch Productions Presents" logo comes on the Teletron. When the opening words are heard, the name of Jason Sandman shows up on the teletron. Jason Sandman, Cross Recoba, and Mystic J all appear on stage right next to one another. As Jason Sandman raises his singapore cane and a steel chair wrapped in barbwire in the air and his World title strapped diagonally across his body, Cross Recoba shines his World Light Heavyweight championship belt that's draped over his shoulder, and Mystic J tries his best to get the crowd pumped up by raising his fist in the air. All three then proceed to make their way down to the ring, Mystic J being the only one to slap hands with the fans as the other two decide to blow them off. Cross enters the ring first by sliding under the bottom rope. Sandman climbs up onto the ring apron and then enters the ring through the ropes. Mystic J is the last one to enter the ring as he steps over the top rope. Sandman and Cross each claim a corner and hold their respective titles in the air for all to see as Mystic J thumps his chest and raises a fist in the air again.
Carl Franks: It's Main Event time here at Violation, and these three people we're looking at in the ring are more than ready to prove that they're the most dominant team here tonight, Ray!
Ray Quadros: If you consider the fact that two of them are champions, then that fact's already been proven, Carl! Those three runts don't even need to show up to accept their loss! Although it wouldn't hurt if they did, as I'm sure Sandman, Recoba, and the Mystic One would love to personally hand them their loss!
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, at the same time Ryan Shane and London McCormack join him on the stage. All three individuals walk down to the ring as the fans show their support for them. They all slide into the ring at the same time, which causes their opponents to exit the ring in different directions. Kaito, Shane, and London each claim a corner and ascend to the middle turnbuckle. They draw in even more support from the fans and then turn their attentions to their respective High Stakes opponents, telling them that they're going down and/or their titles are going home with them at the PPV.
Carl Franks: What an ovation for these three, Ray! Jiraiya Kaito, Ryan Shane, and London McCormack are tearing the house down with their presence alone, and are looking to do the same in the ring tonight against their opponents!
Ray Quadros: But as soon as either Jason Sandman, Mystic J, ot Cross Recoba get in the ring... their hopes are gonna go flying out the door!
They finally descend from the turnbuckles as Sandman, Recoba, and Mystic J get back in the ring so that Freddy Ferdinand can begin the introductions.
Freddy Ferdinand: The following 6-Man Tag Team contest is scheduled for a one-fall! Introducing first to my right... from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 315 pounds... he is the "No Pain Train"... MYSTIC J!!!
Mystic J thumps his chest and raises a fist in the air to a decent ovation from the fans. A slight scattering of "No Pain Train" chants can be heard throughout the arena, and Mystic J acknowledges the chants by pumping his raised fist in tune to the chanting.
Carl Franks: Mystic J being the only man on his team to actually receive support from the fans!
Ray Quadros: Yeah, but in his mind he's probably thinking "yeah you all suck!"
Freddy Ferdinand: And his partner... from Cicero, Illinois, weighing in at 230 pounds... he is the current PWA World Light Heavyweight champion... CROSS RECOBA!!!
Cross takes the title off of his shoulder and holds it in front of him as if it were a mirror, checking to see if his hair and face are intact. The fans begin to boo him, but he pays them no mind as he's more concerned about his looks.
Carl Franks: Cross being the opportunist here by admiring himself in the title belt!
Ray Quadros: A belt that he'll have for as long as he wants!
Freddy Ferdinand: And their partner... from Norfolk, Virginia, weighing in at 285 pounds... he is the current PWA World Heavyweight champion... JASON SANDMAN!!!
Another heel pop ensues as Sandman holds his belt up for all to see. He then points at Kaito and tells him there ain't no way in hell he's taking that title from him.
Carl Franks: Jason Sandman's already jawing away at his number one contender!
Ray Quadros: He's gotta break that kid down somehow! Can't have another lightweight holding the top prize, you know!
Freddy Ferdinand: And their opponents, to my left. Introducing first... from Dublin, Ireland by way of New York City, New York, weighin in at 222 pounds... he is the number one contender to the PWA World Light Heavyweight championship... "The Future" LONDON McCORMACK!!!
A massive pop ensues as London encourages the fans to pour it on even more by hyping them up. He then points to Cross Recoba and signals that he will soon be the champ by running his hands across his waist.
Carl Franks: London can't wait to get his hands on Cross once and for all!
Ray Quadros: Well, he's gonna have to wait. Freddy's not done with the intros yet!
Freddy Ferdinand: And his partner... from Allen Park, Michigan, weighing in at 210 pounds... he is "Right Now"... RYAN SHANE!!!
Another massive pop as Ryan Shane steps forward and calls out Mystic J, but the referee gets in between the two before anything can go down and tells them to retreat back to their respective corners.
Carl Franks: Ryan Shane is ready and raring to go, Ray!
Ray Quadros: The referee should've let Mystic J tear him apart! Put the lightweights at an even bigger disadvantage!
Freddy Ferdinand: And their partner... from Naha, Okinawa, Japan, weighing in at 189 pounds... he is the number one contender to the PWA World Heavyweight championship... the "Seiryuu"... JIRAIYA KAITO!!!
Yet another massive pop as the Seiryuu pounds the mat with his fist and gives out a warrior cry as he storms toward Jason Sandman, who meets him in the center of the ring in an intense stare down. Neither man budges as the referee tries to break them up.
Carl Franks: Seems like all three of them want to get this match under way!
Ray Quadros: Well if it's an ass-whooping that those lightweights want, I'm sure that Cross, Sandman, and Mystic J can oblige their request!
Finally the referee manages to create some distance between the two RTO members. Both teams begin discussing over who will start the match off first. "Team Sandman" seems to have come to an agreement that Cross will start. London sees who they've chosen and manages to convince Kaito and Ryan Shane to let him start. They exit the ring and pat him on the back as he begins to loosen up in anticipation for the bell. The referee checks to see if both individuals are ready and then signals for the bell.
(DING!)
London and Cross start off by circling each other in the ring. London charges in for a tie-up, but Cross retreats to the ropes and sticks his head through them, causing the referee to back London away from him. The fans boo the Light Heavyweight champ for his act of cowardice, which prompts him to tell off the fans and draw even more heat from them. Cross finally focuses back on the match at hand, and he and London circle each other again. London charges in for the tie-up, but Cross puts the brakes on that by putting a hand up and forcing London to stop. Cross then walks over to the ropes and asks for the time keeper to hand him his title belt. The time keeper stands up to hand Cross the belt, but London has enough of Cross' antics and quickly rolls him up in a School Boy... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Cross gets back up, only to be knocked down by a Clothesline from London. Cross makes his way back up to his feet, but London sends him to the far side via Irish Whip. Cross comes back, ducks a Clothesline attempt, bounces off the ropes, and takes London down with a Headscissor Takedown that sends London out of the ring. London tries to regroup, but that opportunity is short-lived as Cross runs the ropes again and attempts to dive out of the ring. London, however, sees the attempt and gets out of the way, but Cross fakes him out at the same time by catching himself on the ropes.
Carl Franks: So far, Cross and London seem to have each other scouted out. London saw Cross coming and got out of dodge, but at the same time Cross faked the dive.
Ray Quadros: Meh. London's just scared of Cross. That's why he's wasting time outside of the ring.
But that doesn't last long as London slides back in. But Cross cuts him off by stomping away at him, preventing him from getting back up to his feet. Cross grabs London by his hair and drags him over to his corner to tag in Mystic J. Cross bashes London’s head on the top turnbuckle as Mystic J climbs in. Mystic applies a Foot Choke on London in the corner, with Cross joining in by adding his foot as well. Sandman, not wanting to be left out, applies his foot as well, making this a Three-Man Foot Choke on London. The referee begins the mandatory count, but all three break their holds at 4. Cross exits the ring as Mystic whips London to the opposing corner where Kaito and Shane await him. Mystic J demands that London tag in Shane, and he does just that. Shane slingshots himself over the top rope and charges the Mystic One. He nails the 7-footer with a Forearm Shot. Mystic fires one back. Shane with another. Mystic with another. Shane with three in rapid succession. Shane runs the ropes and gets floored by a Big Boot from Mystic J. Mystic looms over Shane as the latter wonders what in the hell just happened.
Carl Franks: Mystic J nearly decapitated Ryan Shane with the Big Boot!
Ray Quadros: Woulda been an improvement if he did! I get tired of looking at that kid’s ugly mug!
Mystic grabs Shane by the throat and yanks him back up to his feet. He then whips Shane into a neutral corner. Mystic charges him, but Shane moves out of the way and causes Mystic J to hit nothing but turnbuckles. Shane begins wailing away on Mystic with his Southpaw Shuffle, clobbering the big man with a fury of lefts. He then follows up with a Knife-Edge Chop across the Mystic One’s chest, garnering a “WOOO!” from the fans. Shane tries to whip Mystic J out of the corner, but J doesn’t budge. He tries again, but J counters this time and yanks Shane into the corner in his place. J goes to work on the young kid by drilling the side of his head with repeated Elbow Shots. Shane is dazed as J walks over to the opposite neutral corner. He points to Shane and pumps his fist in the air, trying to get the fans behind him. J takes off running... and hits the turnbuckles again as Shane got out of dodge. J stumbles out of the corner, and Shane rolls him up in a Small Package... 1... 2... KICKOUT!
Carl Franks: Ryan Shane looked to put away the big man, but I don’t think he quite had him trapped all the way!
Ray Quadros: He got caught up in the moment and made a mistake! Thankfully Mystic J realized it and kicked out like he did!
Ryan Shane drags Mystic J over to his corner and bashes his head on the top turnbuckle. He tags in London McCormack, who climbs in and stomps away at the big man, knocking him down to the lower turnbuckle. London then proceeds to apply a Foot Choke on the big man, which makes Ryan Shane apply one from outside of the ring, which makes Jiraiya Kaito do the same from the opposite side. The referee counts them down and all three of them release their holds at 4. London decides he’s not done choking the big man out and applies a Double Foot Choke, standing on Mystic’s neck. The referee counts him down again, and London stops choking him at 4 again. Kaito tells the referee to look at Sandman and Recoba, which he does. The distraction allows London to reapply the Double Foot Choke, but this time with added weight as Kaito climbs up on London’s back!
Ray Quadros: Turn around, ref! They’re cheating!
Carl Franks: Kaito being the opportunist is lending London a helping hand while the referee’s distracted! A Double-Decker Foot Choke, if you will!
Ray Quadros: Don’t ever say that again, Carl!
Finally the referee turns around and sees what’s going on and counts down both men. Kaito hops off and bows apologetically to the referee before exiting the ring, causing some of the fans to laugh. London however decides to let Kaito back in the ring by tagging him in. Kaito immediately places a foot on the big man’s chest and rallies the fans behind him. Kaito then rakes his foot across Mystic’s face. And again. And again. And again! Kaito runs the ropes, comes back and finishes the Facewash across Mystic’s face. The fans show their support for the Seiryuu, which prompts him to take a bow in the middle of the ring. Kaito pulls Mystic J back up to his feet and backs him up into the ropes. He goes for an Irish Whip, but Mystic counters and sends Kaito into the ropes. Kaito ducks a Clothesline attempt from Mystic, bounces off the ropes, dodges a Back Elbow Smash attempt, bounces off the ropes, ducks another Clothesline attempt, comes back and goes for the Spiral Clothesline, but J stops him halfway through and plants him in a Sidewalk Slam!
Carl Franks: Mystic J just put a screeching halt on Kaito’s momentum with that Sidewalk Slam!
Ray Quadros: You say that as if it’s a shocker!
Mystic gets up and tags in Jason Sandman, which causes the fans to boo uncontrollably. Kaito manages to get back up to his feet and sees who’s standing across the ring from him. The fans realize what’s about to happen and blow the roof off the arena as they’re about to witness Kaito and Sandman go at it!
Carl Franks: If you can still hear us, all hell is about to break loose!
Ray Quadros: This is it, Carl! The moment that Sandman and Kaito have been looking forward to! Tearing each other’s heads off!
And it’s already begun! Kaito charges the World Champ and connects with a High Kick. Sandman retaliates with a Forearm Smash. Kaito with a Forearm Smash of his own. Sandman with another. Kaito with another. Sandman with another! Kaito with a slap to the champ’s face! Sandman with a slap to the challenger’s face! Kaito with another slap! Sandman with a Knee Lift to the challenger’s midsection, and the melee stops. Sandman runs the ropes, comes back and ends up the victim of a Drop Toe Hold by Kaito. Kaito now runs the ropes, and misses with a Basement Dropkick attempt to Sandman’s head. Sandman runs the ropes and levels the Seiryuu with a Clothesline while the Seiryuu was on one knee. Sandman goes for the cover, but Ryan Shane and London McCormack are quick to break it up before the referee can even begin counting. Cross and Mystic J dispatch the intruders, allowing Kaito and Sandman to continue the beatdown of one another. Sandman picks up Kaito and whips him into the ropes. Sandman ducks down for a Back Body Drop attempt, but Kaito stops running and stands in front of the World Champion. He shakes his head in disbelief and smacks the champ on the back of the head, garnering a few more laughs from the fans. This only enrages the champ as he Uppercuts the Seiryuu, knocking him back into the ropes. Sandman tries to choke him barehanded in the ropes, but the referee forces him to break the hold by counting him down... 1... 2... 3... 4... SLAP!!! Sandman gives Kaito a taste of his own medicine by slapping the challenger hard across his face!
Carl Franks: Sandman taking a page out of Kaito’s book and using his own tactic against him!
Ray Quadros: All the signs of a true champion, Carl! Anyone that doubted the World Champ is kicking themselves now!
Kaito becomes enraged and slaps Sandman back. But Sandman prevents another trade-off by Uppercutting the Seiryuu once again. Sandman whips Kaito to the far side. Kaito comes back, ducks a charging Clothesline attempt from the champ. Both of them run the ropes in opposite directions, but it’s Kaito that finally gets the last word in with his Flying High Kick, that floors the champ. Kaito sits Sandman up in the middle of the ring and blasts him across the back with a Stiff Kick, followed by another Stiff Kick to the back, and a third one. He walks over and tags in Ryan Shane and also motions for London McCormack to enter the ring. All three of them stand by the seated champ, Kaito in front and Shane and London on opposite sides. They take off running, come back off the ropes, and blast the champ with a Triple-team Dropkick to the head!
Carl Franks: What teamwork by Jiraiya Kaito, Ryan Shane, and London McCormack!
Ray Quadros: Meh. The champ’s just letting them have their fun! He’ll retaliate! Just watch!
Shane goes for the cover... 1... 2... BROKEN UP BY MYSTIC J! But Kaito decides to take it upon himself to dump Mystic J to the outside of the ring. Kaito sizes him up and executes a Slingshot Hurricanrana, flinging Mystic J across the floor. Meanwhile back in the ring, Ryan Shane picks up Sandman and whips him into the ropes. Cross makes a blind tag as Sandman comes back and gets doubled over with a Knee Lift from Shane. Shane runs the ropes, but Cross cuts him off by nailing him with a Springboard Dropkick, saving Sandman in the process. Cross picks up Shane and Scoop Slams him near a neutral corner. Cross heads up top, which causes the fans to boo him. But the booing is only temporary as London runs over and crotches the World Light Heavyweight champ on the top turnbuckle. Shane recovers from the dropkick and climbs up the turnbuckles. He sets Cross up... Superplex... no! Cross holds on to the ropes! Shane tries again, but Cross keeps his grip on the top rope! Cross punches away at Shane’s ribs and then slams him chest first on the mat with a Gutbuster. Cross resumes his position on the top turnbuckle, which prompts London to run over again. But this time, Cross is ready and kicks London off the ring apron. Cross stands up and connects with a Senton. He goes for the cover... 1... 2... PULLED OUT OF THE RING BY LONDON!! Cross and London begin trading blows as the referee begins to count Cross out! (1!)
Carl Franks: London just saved Shane from the pin attempt!
Ray Quadros: Damnit, London! Let the good guys win!
(2!) Meanwhile back in the ring, Shane is recovering from the near pinfall attempt. He sees the melee brewing between Cross and London. (3!) Shane seizes the opportunity, grabs a hold of the ropes (4!), and launches himself to the outside to take down Cross and unfortunately London with a Crossbody Plancha! The referee is forced to start the count all over as Mystic J climbs back up onto the ring apron. (1!) Seeing that no one is in the ring, he spots Shane, London, and Cross all the way over on the other side duking it out. Mystic enters the ring, takes off running (2!), leaps over the top rope and takes out everyone with a Flying Body Press!
Carl Franks: Mystic J channeled the daredevil within him and took out everyone with that suicidal maneuver! (3!)
Ray Quadros: Which is why he is the best big man PWA has!
(4!) Kaito sees what just happened and decides he’s gonna get himself involved in it too. He runs the ropes, does a 180-degree turn (5!), leaps over the top rope and takes everyone down with a Backflip Plancha! Carnage is everywhere outside of the ring! The only one not involved is Jason Sandman. (6!) But that fact turns into fiction as Jason Sandman enters the ring. Not to be left out, he takes off running and leaps over the top rope with a Crossbody Plancha of his own (7!)... but finds no one as the other 5 competitors took off like a bat out of hell! Sandman hits the ground hard! (8!)
Carl Franks: The champ tried to get involved and finds nothing but the cold concrete!
Ray Quadros: That’s a mistake only a rookie would make! Not the World Champion! C’mon Sandman! Get your act together!
(9!) Finally Shane and Cross get back in the ring, stopping the referee’s count. Shane takes Cross down with a Spear. Shane rallies the crowd behind him as he climbs up to the top turnbuckle in a neutral corner. He leaps off... and connects with a Diving Elbow Drop right in the heart of Cross’ chest. Shane goes for the cover... 1... 2... Th... CROSS GETS A FOOT ON THE ROPES! Shane picks Cross up and sets him up... Suplex... no! Cross counters out of it and lands behind Shane. Cross buys some time by executing a Back Cracker on Shane! Sandman and Mystic finally make it back to their corner, as do Kaito and London. The referee begins the mandatory 10-count until either Cross or Shane make it back up to their feet. (1!) Neither man makes a move. The fans try to get behind Ryan Shane by chanting his name. (2!) Kaito and London encourage the fans to chant louder by clapping their hands and chanting along with them. (3!) Cross is the first to make a move as he slowly begins to creep his way over to his corner. (4!) Now Ryan Shane begins to stir and uses the ropes to pull himself to his corner. (5!) London reaches in to the ring to try to shorten the distance between Shane and their corner. Cross inches even closer to his corner. (6!) Shane makes the tag to London, and Cross makes a desperate leap to tag in Sandman!
Carl Franks: Alright! Both men managed to tag out to fresher men!
Ray Quadros: And Sandman’s gonna kill London!
London charges the World Champ. Sandman attempts a Clothesline, but London ducks under. Sandman turns around, only to be rocked by a Pele Kick! London runs the ropes and comes back with a Flying Forearm Smash, but Sandman catches him and slams him down with authority via Spinebuster! Sandman picks up the prone body of London, and places him over his shoulders in a Torture Rack. Before the referee can check to see if London wants to give up, Sandman launches London in the air and watches him crash to the mat back-first. He then points to Kaito and signals for the end. He reaches down and proceeds to lock London in a Dragon Sleeper, drawing heat from the fans!
Carl Franks: And there’s another page out of the Book of Kaito! That Dragon Sleeper!
Ray Quadros: He’s only making it look better! You see, Kaito!? That’s how it’s done!
Kaito, having had enough of Sandman stealing his moves, climbs into the ring while the referee is checking on London to see if he wants to tap or not. Kaito charges the champ and executes a Shining Wizard... only to miss as Sandman ducks the blow! Or so he thinks as Kaito quickly counters back with his Seiryuu Kikku, forcing Sandman to release the submission hold. The referee tells Kaito to get out of the ring, and at the same time Cross and Mystic J get in and stomp away at London while the referee isn’t looking. Kaito and Shane tell the referee to turn around, and he finally does. But the damage has been done by Cross and Mystic J. Sandman, having recovered from the Seiryuu Kikku, gets back up and picks London up. He signals for the end of the match again, much to the dismay of the fans who are booing uncontrollably.
Carl Franks: Sandman’s looking to put an end to this match!
Ray Quadros: About time! He allowed the match to go on about... *looks at his watch* ... 25 minutes longer than it should have!
Sandman sets London up for a Suplex... but London blocks it by trapping his leg under Sandman. The World Champ tries again, but London blocks again. Sandman tries one more time and gets London up... but London wriggles his way back down and on the ring apron. Sandman goes for a Forearm Shot, but London blocks. London with a Shoulder Block to the champ’s midsection, doubling him over. London sets Sandman up for a Suplex of his own, but Sandman won’t go. London tries again, but Sandman still doesn’t budge. Sandman lays into London’s back with several Forearm Smashes. Sandman tries to Suplex London back in the ring... only to be blasted by a Superkick from Ryan Shane! Sandman staggers back from the blow, which allows London to slingshot himself back in and... WAVE OF THE FUTURE!!! Ryan Shane and Jiraiya Kaito immediately run in to dispatch Cross and Mystic J before they can break up the pin...
Fans: ONE.......................... TWO............................... THREE!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
“Stronger” by Kanye West blares over the arena speakers as London, Shane, and Kaito all celebrate the victory! The referee raises London’s hand on victory, as does Ryan Shane to London’s other hand, as does Jiraiya Kaito to Ryan Shane’s other hand!
Freddy Ferdinand: Here are your winners... RYAN SHANE, LONDON McCORMACK, and JIRAIYA KAITO!!!
Carl Franks: Oh my!!! London got the win for their team!!! Just when you thought Sandman was gonna finish him off, Ryan Shane made the save and London capitalized off of it!!!
Ray Quadros: Damn Lightweights!!! It’s people like them that make me wish the Heavyweights would man-up and take them all out!!! Wrestling is not a sport for Lightweights!!!
Carl Franks: Regardless, all three men head into High Stakes with an impressive victory!!! Hopefully they can keep their streak alive!!!
Mystic J and Cross Recoba head to the back, cursing the trio for winning the match. In the ring, Jiraiya Kaito bows to Ryan Shane and London McCormack and thanks them for getting the win. They, in return, bow back to the Seiryuu, which causes the fans to give all three a standing ovation. Kaito walks over to Sandman, who is slowly beginning to recover. He tells Sandman the news by slapping his hands three times and signaling that his World Title will soon be his. All of a sudden, Sandman has that demonic grin appear on his face as he grabs Kaito by the throat and chokes him! Sandman gets back up to his feet, keeping his grip on Kaito’s throat. Ryan Shane and London McCormack try to break the hold, but Sandman levels them both with Haymakers! Kaito seizes the small window of opportunity and SLAP!!! Lays one across Sandman’s face! Sandman releases the hold and holds his face for all of two seconds before his demonic grin becomes even wider!
Carl Franks: Uh, Ray!? I think the Angel of Death has finally shown up!!!
Ray Quadros: Serves the kid right, Carl!!! He slapped him, and now this is what he gets!!!
But before either one can throw a punch or kick, former World heavyweight champion, Terminus, runs in and pulls Kaito out of harm’s way. But much to the dismay of the Seiryuu, he tries to fight his way back into the ring to confront the Angel. Terminus tells him that “now is not the time” as he tries to create even more distance between the Seiryuu and the Angel. Kaito begins yelling at the Angel that he’s going to kill him at High Stakes, but of course in his own language. Angel remains in the ring, laughing demonically as Kaito tries effortlessly to break free from Terminus’ grasp.
Carl Franks: Thank god Terminus came in to save the day for Jiraiya Kaito!!! Who knows what would’ve happened!!!
Ray Quadros: I know!!! The Angel woulda massacred the kid!!! And there’d be no High Stakes main event between the two!!!
Carl Franks: But nevertheless, there will be a High Stakes main event!!! It will be that man, Jason Sandman, versus Jiraiya Kaito for the World Heavyweight championship!!! But for now, for Ray Quadros, I’m Carl Franks saying so long from Violation!!! We’ll see you... at High Stakes!!!
The last image we see is that of Kaito still shouting “OMAE O KOROSU!!!” at the Angel. And Angel still laughing demonically in the ring as Violation comes to an end.
