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Violation 35
Sunday, July 27th, 2008
Olympic Stadium in Montreal, Quebec
More of a Danger to Himself
Written by: Neil
Wren Chesney is seen backstage giving instructions to head of security, Mugs Hammerfist. The stocky bald man does not look to thrilled by Mrs. Chesney’s demands which include telling him how to do his job.
Mugs: So let me guess, you want me to handcuff myself to the Commissioner this week?
Before Wren can even reply to that, here comes Commissioner Butcher with a brand new white neck brace around his neck thanks to Chris Wilkins flipping piledriver on the concrete floor last week. Wren Chesney instantly starts laughing hysterically at the Commissioner’s condition. Butcher on the other hand looks as grumpy as ever.
Wren: Nice tie, Commissioner!
The Butcher: Real funny, Wren. Laugh at my expense.
Wren: Hehe…what did you ask again, Mugs?
Mugs: I suppose I’m going to be handcuffed to the Commissioner tonight.
The Butcher: Hell no! I am not going to be handcuffed to you or anybody, Mugs! It’s not my fault I outsmarted you and your guards last week…
Wren: …and ended up with a broken neck thanks to 150-pound Chris Wilkins! My own husband could kick his ass!
Mrs. Chesney once again breaks out into a hysterical laughter as the Commissioner is starting to look embarrassed.
The Butcher: Damn it, Wren! My neck isn’t broken! This is just a…precaution!
Wren: Don’t worry about him tonight, Mugs. Our Commissioner poses more of a danger to himself than anybody around here. Let him roam free tonight. Maybe he’ll break a hip before the show is done!
Wren Chesney walks away laughing louder and louder at the Commissioner’s condition. Mugs Hammerfist and The Butcher are left standing there for a moment.
Mugs: Would you like me to sign it?
The Butcher: Damn it! My neck is not broken!
I Don't Know Any Actors
Written by: Mike Beal
*The scene fades to the back where we see The Premier Player getting out of his stretch limo. A PWA reporter rushes up to him*
Reporter: Beal, Beal any reaction to the words of Jason Price accusing you of using a would be actor to defraud his victory over you?
Beal: No comment get out of my way pipsqueak.
*The Real Deal rushes past the cameras and reporters into the PWA arena*
Sid Luscious vs. Brendan Journey
Written by: Danny
Franks: All right, let's get this show on the road! Our first match is a rematch of last week.
Quadros: And don't forget, Simon Retter is the special guest referee.
Franks: That's right. Let's go to Freddy Ferdinand in the ring.
Ferdinand: Our opening contest will be refereed by Simon Retter! Already in the ring, from Phoenix, weighting 228 lbs, Brendan Journey!
Journey raises his hands to the fans, but doesn't get much of a reaction.
"Victim" by Eighteen visions kicks up over the sound system as Sid makes his way down to the ring on his Chariot.
Ferdinand: His oppoent, weighting 221 lbs, Sid Luscious!
Luscious gets more cheers than Journey, which isn't saying much. As Retter calls for the bell, Journey rushes at Luscious, and catches him off guard with a clothesline. Jumping over the top rope, Journey waits for Luscious to get up before springboarding over the rope and hitting Luscious in the chest with a missle dropkick. Bouncing off the ropes, Journey drops a quick legdrop on Luscious. Luscious sits up on the mat and is met by a kick to the back from Journey. Picking Luscious up, Journey sets him up for a Russian Leg Sweep, but Luscious manages to get his leg free and kicked Journey right between the legs!
Quadros: What a kick from Sid!
Franks: An illegal kick, you mean.
Quadros: What was illegal about it? Simon Retter would have DQ'd Luscious if it was illegal.
Franks: He looked away and pretended not see it.
Indeed, as Journey grabbed his balls and dropped to the met, Retter turned around and pretended to say something to somebody outside of the ring. Luscious puts the boots to Journey's face before picking him up and throwing him into the turnbuckle and monkey flipping him back into the center of the ring.
Quadros: I think Retter's bored.
Franks: What was the first sign? Him leaning up against the turnbuckle or him yawning?
As Luscious walks over to Journey in the center of the ring, he's caught by surprise when Journey rolls him up in a small package. Walking slowing turns the pin, Retter barely makes any effort to get to the ground and count the pinfall...1...kick out by Luscious.
Franks: What the hell was that? Retter didn't make any effort at all to count the pin. And Journey's not too happy. He's right in Retter's face.
Quadros: He better watch out, that's a board member he's yelling at.
Retter gets tired of Journey yelling at him and shoves him away. Journey turns around, right into a straight right hand from Luscious.
Franks: What a right hand! I think Journey's out.
Not waiting to see if Journey is out or not, Luscious picks him up and hits a twist of fate. Climbing up to the top turnbuckle, Luscious jumps off with a 450 splash.
Franks: He calls that the Ode to Atlantis!
1.2.3!
Franks: What the hell was that? I've never seen a referee count that fast before!
Quadros: Are you trying to say that one of our board members cheated Journey?
Franks: Yes! He counted fast for no reason.
Quadros: He's Simon Retter, he had a perfectly good reason.
As "Victim" starts up again, Simon Retter raises Sid Luscious arm in the air.
Ferdinand: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Sid Luscious!
Last Time I Use a Rookie
Written by: Mike Beal
*The scene fades to the backstage area of the PWA arena where we see the camera closing in on The Real Deal's dressing room the door is ajar just wide enough for the us to see in and listen....*
*The Real Deal is on his phone*
The Real Deal: I swear this is the last time I use a rookie. I specifically told him to make sure he looked just like Price. I mean how much of an idiot do u have to be to realize that guy was half the size of Jason Price. Just goes to show if you want something done right u have to do it yourself....
*camera pans away back to ringside*
At this point have a quick thing with the announcers acknowleding that The Real Deal did in fact hire a bad actor to impersonate Jason Price.
Paul Angel vs. Mike Beal
Written by: Sam
Ferdinand: First and weighing in at 280Lbs, and hailing from somewhere???? He is the Real Deal…Mike Beal!!!!
Lights of Green and Silver circle the arena several screenshot's of The Real Deal flash on the big screen (more recent screenshots go up as his career progresses in the PWA) He strides to the ring wearing black designer sunglasses a silk shirt and black tights with the Premier Player logo etched into them on the sides (Two Intertwining P's that are green in colour)
As he climbs into the ring always stepping over the top rope he removes his glasses and tosses them into the audience and throws his silk shirt to the side of the ring. He chooses a side of the crowd struts in front of them and using his finger's points to himself as he mouths the words "The Real Deal"
Ferdinand: And his opponent weighing in at 247Lbs and also hailing from somewhere??? We have Paul Angel!!!
The lights Glow a bright white, as " Welcome to The Black Parade " begins to play. He 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 is about to enter the ring when…
Mike Beal runs diving through the ropes with a spear like manoeuvre and takes Angel to the ground in the early going!
Quadros: These two men, seem evenly matched in skill but that was pretty damn athletic for a big guy.
Franks: You bet it was.
The crowd go wild as Mike gets himself back up and pounds on his heart before climbing the Steps waiting for Paul Angel to get back up, as Angel is back to his feet Mike dives off with an axe handle but is caught in mid air by Angel who lifts Beal in to possession and drops him to the floor with power slam! Angel nods his head but shows that he felt a bit of burn slamming the bigger Beal, but doesn’t let that slow him down.
Quadros: Look at the confidence emanating from Paul Angel!
Franks: That took some out of him, Beal weighs 30lbs more than Angel!
Paul Angel leans down lifting Mike Beal up and kneeing him to the gut, he then drags him by his hair and whips him in to the stairs, Beal hits the stairs and flies over the top of the crashing into the guardrail.
Quadros: I like this Angel, he’s got that mean streak I just love.
Franks: You mean he cheats.
Angel then he climbs up the steps while looking down at Beal who is using the guard rail to pull himself up, Paul Angel launches himself off the steps with a flying splash, Beal dives to the side as Angel lands chest first into the guard rail.
Beal sensing his moment toe punts Angel in the head almost knocking him out cold, he then throws him inside the ring and jumps up to the turnbuckle, Beal then enters the ring, the ref rings for the bell and the match is under way.
Beal quick to continue his advantage takes Angel by the hair and pulls him up, he then locks him with a DDT and slams him mat first into the ground.
1
2
…Kick out.
Franks: Somehow Angel kicked out here.
Quadros: Its called greatness.
Beal stands up on the bottom rope and then leaps off with an elbow drop, again to the head.
Franks: He’s targeting the head again, good game plan.
1
2
Kick out!!!
Quadros: Another close encounter there.
Beal looks stressed as he stands back up, he looks back down at Paul Angel and takes a few steps back before running up and kicking him in the temple, Angel stays dormant as the real deal signals the end!
Quadros: Thats it, Beal is looking to finish it here.
Franks: My money is on Angel, Beal couldnt put him away with two huge blows to his head, what makes you think he can now.
Quadros: The fact that Beal has been all over Angel for the best part of the match.
Beal takes Angel by his head and lifts him up, he then tucks his head between his legs and looks out across the crowd, he then lifts him up and runs power bombing him to the mat with The Player Bomb!!!
Beal dives down and the ref starts to count…
1
2
3!!!
Ferdinand: Here is your winner…Mike Beal!!!
Respect or Disrespect?
Written by: Darren, Danny, and Neil
Franks: What a match that was, I've got a feeling tonight is gonna be a night full of surprises Ray.
Quadros: Your too easily impressed Carl, my rating for that last match was a 2 star meh.
"Stronger" by Kanye West kicks in over the arena as the capacity crowd rise to their feet, seconds later out steps the reigning PWA Light Heavyweight Champion "The Future" London McCormack, he's wearing three quarter length grey trousers and has his Irish shamrock t-shirt on, his holds his title over his shoulder and he stops at the top of the ramp for a second to admire the view and smiles, he motions behind him and out come both his mentor Max Maguire and his new girlfriend and soon to be ex-wife of The Butcher, Nikki Cortez, all three make their way towards the ring as they slap a few hands with the fans.
Quadros: Oh my the boss is gonna be pissed about this, I can't believe McCormack keeps rubbing his face in it like this.
Franks: After what The Butcher has done to this poor kid over the past 2 years are you kidding me, I used to respect our commish but after his actions with Kayleigh and the change in him over the past few months I question is he the same man we saw in TNW?!
London holds open the ropes for Nikki and she ducks under the top rope and enters the ring, Max gets faked out as London just laughs at him as all three stand inside the squared circle. Freddy Ferdinand hands McCormack a microphone as the crowd quiten down.
London: You know I gotta say ain't life just GGGGREAT!!!
Franks: Sure is for the Lightweight champ.
London: However I'm not out here tonight to talk about Cross Recoba for a change *London laughs*, no tonights main event will be an intense affair and one hell of a match I'm sure, I can't wait to get in there with some of the finest PWA has to offer today.
Quadros: Those young lions are gonna get eaten up like police at a doughnut tasting convention.
London: No tonight I wanna call out someone, someone who I respect probably more so than anyone else in the entire PWA, I have something I wanna get off my chest and I want to do it face to face...so CHRIS WILKINS please come out here and join me in this ring.
Waiting for a second, looking up at the entrance way, London gets a smile on his face when "What I Want" by Daughtry starts to play. Chris Wilkins, with his manager Alex Rollins behind him, walks out of the back. Wearing a Point of No Return T-shirt, blue jeans, and a New York Yankees hat, Wilkins walks down to the ring and climbs in. Giving London and his associates a smile and a nod, Chris raises his hands to the air to acknowledge the fans. Getting a microphone from his manager, Chris locks eyes with the Light Heavyweight champion.
Chris: All right, London, I'm out here. What do ya got to say?
London: A few things but first I wanna say thank you, thank you for last week and thank you for having my back when The Butcher blindsided me.
Chris: You're welcome.
London: Chris we've fought before back at Mob Rules in the 4 man gauntlet where neither of us were involved in the deciding fall, we fought a few weeks back in tag team competition when Howdy and I teamed with you and Keeton but what we've NEVER had is a one on one match.
Chris: Yeah, we haven't.
London: You know I can't wait to defend this Light Heavyweight Title and I can't think of anyone more deserving than you Chris Wilkins so I'm offering you out of respect a title match at the next pay per view, Point of No Return, I want to face the greatest ever X Division champion, I want to face "PWA's Greatest Athlete", what do you say Chris?
Chris: Ya know, London, I kinda had a feeling it would come down to this. What do you think I'm gonna say? Yes, of course. How could I turn down a title shot at your Light Heavyweight title? There's just no way. London, it would be my honor to face you at Point of No Return.
Chris holds out his hand for London to shake, making the match official...
London: The honours all mine.
London shakes Chris' hand and its now official.
Franks: I can't wait, Point of No Return London McCormack versus Chris Wilkins for the PWA Light Heavyweight Title, its gonna be a show stealer.
Quadros: Even I'm looking forward to this one.
Then all of a sudden “Nutshell” by Alice in Chains begins to play. The crowd starts to boo as Commissioner Butcher steps out from the back with a white neck brace on. McCormack and Wilkins chuckle a little bit as the Commissioner stands there with a scowl over his face.
The Butcher: Oh how I’d hate to break up this love fest in the ring. I respect you. You respect me. What about some respect for your Commissioner?
The Butcher looks out towards the crowd of one time loyal fans that now damn near boos him off of the entrance ramp.
The Butcher: How touching, a respect match for the Light Heavyweight Championship at Point of No Return. Chris Wilkins, what makes you think you deserve any title shot after what you did to me last week? As a matter of fact, I should BAN that flipping piledriver that you call the Last Shot.
The crowd starts booing again as Chris Wilkins points towards the Commissioner and warns him not to do something that stupid.
The Butcher: Last week you damn near broke my neck with the Last Shot. But you know what, I forgive and forget…well, that is unless you do something for me. I will sanction your little respect match for the Light Heavyweight Title at Point of No Return. And I won’t ban your Last Shot move, Chris. No…I expect you to use that Last Shot on that man right there standing next to you…London McCormack!
McCormack and Wilkins stare down for a moment.
The Butcher: And if you don’t use that Last Shot on London McCormack at Point of No Return and win, Chris, then I will have no choice but to FIRE you!
The crowd starts to boo big time as Chris Wilkins is all pissed off in the ring. London McCormack is pointing at the Commissioner, calling him a “son of a bitch”.
The Butcher: Enjoy the rest of your night, gentlemen.
Franks: Oh that’s just dirty booking there by the Commissioner, Ray. A respect match between London McCormack and Chris Wilkins for the PWA Light Heavyweight Title has become a do or die situation for Chris Wilkins now!
Quadros: Wilkins better lose some of that respect for McCormack real quick or he may be out the door quicker than he came back!
Jason Sandman vs. Jason Price
Written by: Bailey
Ferdinand: The following contest is a singles bout ,scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring from Detroit, Michigan, weighing two-hundred and sixty-two pounds, “The Equaliser” Jason Price!
The arena lights start to dim as “The Price of Anguish“ appears on the Xtron. Gold pyros erupt from the stage as “Whatever” By Godsmack starts to play over the PA system. Jason walks out from the back as he walks through the gold pyros. Jason has a cocky grin on his face as he walks to one side of the stage and taunts the crowd causing them to start to boo. This does not faze him as goes to the other side taunting the crowd more causing the booing to become even louder as he walks back to the ramp and slowly struts down towards the ring. Jason stops at the bottom of the ramp as he looks at the fans in disgust. The boos get louder as he walks over to the metal ring steps as he walks up them before climbing through the ropes into the ring. Jason looks around at the crowd as he walks over to the middle of the ring and starts to flex as gold pyros go off from all four corners as the music starts to fade. Jason walks over to the ropes and starts to stretch as he waits for his opponent.
Ferdinand: His opponent, a former Atlantic and World Heavyweight Champion, from Norfolk Virginia, standing at six feet and two inches and at a weight of two-hundred and eighty-five pounds, Jason Sandman!
Live Your Way comes on speakers and as it begins Deal With It Bitch Productions Presents logo come on the Teletron. When the opening words are heard the name of Jason Sandman shows up on the teletron. Jason Sandman comes out of the entranceway and as he raises his singapore cane and a steel chair wrapped in barbwire in the air. The World title is strapped diagonally across his body. As MK comes out and wraps her arms around Jason pyro shoots off. Jason Sandman runs down to the ring, throwing the cane and chair over before sliding under the ropes. Price immediately starts to lay the boots in on Sandman before he can get to his feet. Sandman gets to a knee but a boot sends him back down. Another attempt gets the same treatment. Sandman grabs the ropes as the ref backs Price away and calls for the bell.
Franks: This will be a tremendous battle of two big men looking to gain momentum and thrust themselves into the forefront of Kaito’s mind!
Quadros: I’m in heaven right now, two guys with no regard for the fans, this’ll be great!
Sandman is back on his feet and leans on the ropes , Price lands a right hook and a shot to the stomach, Sandman looks less than stable as Price bounces off the ropes, oh no! Sandman was playing possum! ROARING ELBOW to the face of Price sends him down!
Franks: Both men are around the same age but Sandman played Price right there! That’s the kind of trick that you pick up after being on top for quite some time!
Sandman picks up Price and whips him to the ropes, big clothesline sends him back down. Price looks to be getting a lesson from the former World Champion. Another Irish whip, clothesline again by Sandman, this time ducked by Price, he bounces back off the ropes and nails a solid and powerful shoulder block to take the heavier man down. Sandman falls to the floor as Price wastes no time for pleasantries with the crowd and starts to choke the life out of Sandman.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
Price breaks the chokehold before he gets himself thrown out the match. The referee backs away and the cameras zoom in for a look of exasperation from Sandman, Price is at it again!
One…
Two…
Three…
Sandman stabs Price in the eyes with his fingers to break the illegal manoeuvre. Price holds his eyes and backs off. Sandman catches some quick and deep breaths over the ropes. He turns round into a stiff right cross to the face, Price gets what he gave from Sandman, right, right,left, left! Both men matching strike for strike as the two behemoths battle across the ring. Stiff kick to the gut from Price, he wraps his hands round the sides of Sandman.
Franks: Looks like a belly-to-belly attempt from the Equaliser!
NO! Sandman delivers what can only be called a sickening head butt to the face of Price causing him to clutch his face from the blow. He turns his back and Sandman sees him opportunity. BULLDOG! The fans can be heard chanting “ANGEL NOW! ANGEL NOW!” .
Quadros: The fans don’t wanna see that, that could be the end for Jason Price if the Angel makes an appearance! Worse yet is that Terminus is in the building somewhere, what’s the betting that he wants the Angel kept under wraps?
Sandman drops to his knees and tries to cinch in the crossface…
Franks: If he gets the Snake Vice Grip locked in this could be the end of the match right now!
He grabs Prices head into a headlock but Price rolls over, quick pin attempt.
One…
Kickout! The surprise wasn’t big enough to catch out the Crippler! Price gets back up and sees Sandman not fully erect on his feet, sick looking running knee to the face sends Sandman to the floor and out the ring. Mary-Katherine comes to his aid and puts her arms round him. Price is seen taunting MK.
Price: I’LL TAKE YOU BOTH ON!
Mary-Katherine gets on the apron as Price approaches, Sandman is nowhere to be seen, MK goes for a bitch slap to the face of Mary-Katherine but he grabs her hand and pushes her off the apron in a cold-blooded move! Price turns round and gets lifted into a hanging suplex!
Franks: Watch Price’s face turn red as all the blood flows to his head!
Sandman can’t hold him up there! Price drops down the back of Sandman and in a fluid motion hit’s a heavy looking belly-to-back suplex to take down the Crippler! He grabs the legs of Sandman and rolls him over into a Texas Cloverleaf! Sandman looks to be in agony, he looks for salvation in the ropes but can’t reach them. He tries to press up on his hands but can’t get enough height. Wait! He’s spotted the fallen figure of Mary-Katherine getting to her feet. His eyes glaze over slightly, he pushes up again and nothing. Price is rocking back as far as he can go in the hold, straining the lower back and neck of The Crippler!
Quadros: Price is showing the whole roster what happens when you doubt a new guy!
Sandman kicks back and breaks the hold sending Price to the floor. He sees MK is alright and turns round to focus back on the matter at hand. Price charges at him but gets a dropkick to the face for his troubles. Sandman holds his back feeling the effects from the submission hold and walks to the turnbuckle, he perches on the top. TOP ROPE SPLASH!
Franks: Holy Mother of Henry! That’s nearly three-hundred-pounds hitting terminal velocity there!
Quadros: You didn’t get a High School Diploma did you?
Franks: …
One….
Two…
Thr…
Kickout! Price barely gets a shoulder up but somehow manages so. Sandman can’t believe it! He thought he had him. He bangs the mat three times to show how he’d have counted it.
The camera pans away from the ring action and we see “The Real Deal” Mike Beal slowly start to make his way down to ring side. As he watches the action The Real Deal catches Price's eye and gives him a single look followed quickly by a finger across his throat
Franks: What is Beal doing out here?
Quadros: Who knows but a sold-out crowd wouldn’t give their chair up to this man!
Price is on his feet and goes for a lariat but Sandman comes behind him and grabs a waistlock. He goes for a German suplex but can’t lift him , his back still in pain from the Cloverleaf. Mule kick from Price and a go-behind. He locks Sandman’s arms, pushing him forward and lifting him into the air. LEAPING REVERSE NECKBREAKER!!!!
Franks: That came out of nowhere! Clever move by Price to take out the back and neck of Sandman, negating his main strength of being heavier and stronger than the Equaliser!
Price smiles cockily as he drops to the floor and the cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR…
NO!!! Mary-Katherine puts Sandman’s foot on the ropes! Clever move from MK! Price can’t believe it. MK is back on the apron and Price is getting up in her grill! They’re waging a war of words as the referee tries in vain to quell the argument. Sandman is on his feet and he spies the commotion…
Quadros: SOMETHING’S CHANGED! LOOK AT SANDMAN!
Franks: THAT’S NOT THE CRIPPLER!
The Angel leaps sideways onto Prices back locking the arms! CRUCIFIX DRIVER!!
Quadros: THE JESUS CHRIST POSE! That is most definitely not Jason Sandman!
ONE….
TWO…
THREE…
The bell rings as Jason Sandman gets to his feet, the Angel escaping from his appearance with every second passing. He rolls out the ring as “Live Your Way” resounds across the arena and puts his arms round Mary-Katherine.
Ferdinand: THE WINNER OF THIS BOUT VIA PINFALL, JASON “THE CRIPPLER” SANDMAN!
Franks: Sandman might be going home with the victory but it was more than a partial assist from Mary-Katherine!
Quadros: Them’s the breaks little man!
Just Leave PWA
Written by: Mike Beal
*The Real Deal slides into the ring to a tired and phased Jason Price. Price stunned from his brutal match with Jason Sandman doesn't know whats going on and BAM The Real Deal drops Jason Price with The Playa Bomb in the center of the ring and proceeds to pull out a microphone*
The Real Deal: In case your wondering what the hell just happened Price I just dropped you with The Playa Bomb like the bitch you are. When you regain consciousness remember this, you are nowhere near the same league as a Premier Player son. If I were you I'd leave the PWA now. If you continue to run your mouth I will not only beat you I will break you!
*The Real Deal drops the mic as Too Short's Im a Playa hits the arena and he slowly hops the rails into the crowd where is greeted with an assortment of Boos and Cheers*
The King, The Queen, The Ace, and The Jack...Ass
Written by: Jay
Scene cuts backstage to the locker room of Mystic J. Even with the door closed, it's still possible to hear him arguing with his girlfriend, Mary-Allison Chainz. The two argue back-and-forth about various things, as Board of Directors member Victor Cornelius Roberts walks past. He does a double-take as he passes the door, then sighs. He walks up to the door, knocks a couple times, then just opens the door. When he does, he sees Mary-Allison sitting on the bench with Mystic beside her, hands on his hips. Both turn to look at VCR as he walks in.
VCR: Look, I hate to interrupt this whole romantic thing, but some of us don't want to hear you two arguing.
Mystic: Tough shit.
VCR looks at Mystic, kind of surprised.
VCR: I'm serious, Mister Walker. If I have to take this to the rest of the Board, I will. You're being a distraction to everyone else and you need to leave your personal battles at home and focus on your matches. That's why you've been losing.
Mystic rolls his eyes.
Mystic: This coming from a man who didn't know until yesterday why it was called a 'squared-circle'.
VCR starts to fume, getting really angry.
VCR: Last warning, Walker. We will have you removed from this building and our roster if your actions continue. You have a match tonight against Dade Davis. I'd highly suggest you prepare for that and prepare for Captain Howdy in the near future. Because, as we all know, he's going to be the new World champion someday. You know what? You might just be better off staying at home, trying to figure out who knocked up your girl!
Mystic's eyes narrow; his nostrils flare. To say that Mystic is angry would be an understatement. Just as he's about to say something, a large shadow falls over VCR. Roberts, no longer having balls of steel about him, looks around to see what's casting such a monstrous shadow. Before he can turn around, a large hand reaches down and grabs him by the back of his suit collar, hoisting him up in the air! VCR dangles and tries to escape this grip, but can't. Mystic looks at Mary-Allison, both smiling.
Mystic: Well. Victor, meet Vance "King" Fischer. He's my new bodyguard and the man who's keeping this Train on track. Next time you grow yourself a set and want to take it out on me, just remember who I have watching my back. Now you two play nice.
Mystic and Mary-Allison walk out of the room, leaving VCR to Vance. Vance looks around and hooks VCR's collar to the coatrack on the backside of the door! Vance walks down the hall towards where Mystic and Mary-Allison went.
VCR: Hey! Dammit! Get back here, you big oaf! When I get down from here, Mystic, ohh, you're so going to get it! Do you hear me?! YOU'RE DONE, YOU BASTARD!
Scene switches to commentary.
Franks: Haha! VCR got what was coming to him.
Quadros: Not just that, Carl, but did you see that guy that Mystic said is his new bodyguard? Jesus Christ, that guy is every bit of 500 pounds!
Franks: From what I've heard, Vance stands at six-feet-eight inches and weighs in at four-hundred, sixty-nine pounds.
Quadros: Christ. Now that's a bodyguard.
Summer Navigation Tour
Nighthawk vs. Tom Fury
Written by: Dan
Freddy Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is part of the Summer Navigation Tour!
[A dazzling display of fireworks, orange and red lights confront the viewer along with an entrance video depicting the destruction of war and violence of all sorts interspersed with footage of Tom Fury demolishing opponents left, right and center as Woke Up This Morning by Alabama 3 (A3) plays in the arena.]
Freddy Ferdinand: Introducing first, he stands 6-feet tall. Originally from Birmingham, England and now residing in Miami, Florida....accompanied to the ring by Matt Filth, he is Tom Fury!
[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 "Break It Down Again (Sweet Home Chicago Intro)" by Tears for Fears booms out over the sound speakers as Nighthawk stands at the top of the ramp, his profile silhouetted by blue smoke. Bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet Nighthawk stares a hole through 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 enthusiastically shaking hands with every single fan that he can touch. Getting on the top turnbuckle Nighthawk raises one finger above his head before crouching down in his corner.]
Freddy Ferdinand: And his opponent. He stands 5-feet, 11-inches tall. Fighting out of Chicago, Illinois....."The Wrestling Machine" Nighthawk!
[Bell Sounds]
Carl Franks: And we are ready to begin.
Ray Quadros: How the hell can he fight, this is like a handicap match. Is that what the Summer Navigation Tour is supposed to mean? 2-on-1?
Carl Franks: Nighthawk and Fury lock up now and Fury shoves Nighthawk straight on his back.
Ray Quadros: I am embarrased for Nighthawk.
Carl Franks: Nighthawk kips up! Nighthawk kips up!
Ray Quadros: What?!
Carl Franks: He nails Fury with a flurry of right hands and european uppercuts. Fury is reeling as Nighthawk give him a boot to the gut and a big axe kick!
Ray Quadros: Damn that Nighthawk.
Carl Franks: Nighthawk now brings Fury back to his feet and places him in the corner. Nighthawk going to work with shoulder blocks, right into the gut of Tom Fury.
Ray Quadros: Go Tom go!
Carl Franks: Nighthawk backing up now and charges at Fury, looking for a splash, but Fury gets his feet up and nails PWA's pure wrestler with a pair of feet straight to the cranium.
Ray Quadros: Now get on him kid, this may be your only shot.
Carl Franks: Fury up to the middle rope as Nighthawk slowly gets back to his feet. Fury with a big tornado ddt from the second rope. Here is a cover. 1...2...No sir!
Ray Quadros: He didn't even hook the leg, what an idiot.
Carl Franks: Fury now picks Nighthawk up and hits a big ddt on Nighthawk. Another cover 1...big power out. Only a one count that time Ray.
Ray Quadros: He needs to work on Nighthawk a little more. As much as I hate him, you can't pin Nighthawk after just one offensive manuever, you have to wear him down.
Carl Franks: Fury now whips Nighthawk into the ropes and Nighthawk connects with a flying clothsline from nowhere, both men are down.
Ray Quadros: And the referee starts the count here. 1...2...3...4...5...6...Fury is stirring.
Carl Franks: Tom Fury up to one knee and Nighthawk sees him. Nighthawk up quick and runs at Fury with a big shining wizard! And Fury is down again.
Ray Quadros: That can be a lethal move.
Carl Franks: Nighthawk back up to a vertical base and he brings Fury back to his feet. Nighthawk scoops Fury up on his shoulders now. And here is a big running powerslam.
Ray Quadros: That is it.
Carl Franks: But Nighthawk is not making the cover, he wants to make a statement tonight with Tom Fury.
Ray Quadros: It's over, why is Nighthawk so stupid. He has this won.
Carl Franks: Nighthawk now has Fury up and another kick to the gut, Nighthawk swings Fury around and hits an inverted DDT!
Ray Quadros: That's an impaler Carl. We don't need all these fancy names. Now c'mon Nighthawk, make him tap so I can get on with my night!
Carl Franks: Nighthawk dragging Fury to the middle of the ring now. And Nighthawk is going up top!
Ray Quadros: Going to the well one to many times if you ask me.
Carl Franks: Nighthawk with a big frog splash on Tom Fury! Both me are down now and Filth is getting pretty antsy on the outside.
Ray Quadros: Fury is up first.
Carl Franks: Yes he is and as Nighthawk gets up, Fury nails him with a lethal jumping superkick!
Ray Quadros: Excellent move by the tag-team specialist.
Carl Franks: Fury pulling Nighthawk back to his feet and Nighthawk swings away.
Ray Quadros: But Fury is blocking the furious punches. Get it? Furious?
Carl Franks: Yeah, funny.
Ray Quadros: I don't really like you.
Carl Franks: Fury doesn't block that though! A big kick to the side of Tom Fury's head. He didn't see that coming and he is down like a sack of potatoes!
Ray Quadros: Ouch!
Carl Franks: Matt Filth is up now and getting into the ring.
Ray Quadros: OK, this isn't a tag match.
Carl Franks: Filth goes for a clothsline but Nighthawk ducks it and Filth goes off the far rope where Nighthawl meets him with a bit knee to the gut.
Ray Quadros: Stuck his nose the wrong place.
Carl Franks: Nighthawk applies the Hangman's Clutch on Matt Filth and Filth is squirming big time!
Ray Quadros: Nighthawk better look out, Fury is up and Fury is mad.
Carl Franks: Here comes Fury sprinting across the ring looking for that White Light, that lethal kick!
Ray Quadros: Hawk sees him.
Carl Franks: Nighthawk ducks just in time and releases that hold. Nighthawk up and out of nowhere he locks Tomy Fury in the Hangman's Clutch. Fury is in pain and Nighthawk cinches it in!
Ray Quadros: That's gotta be it!
Carl Franks: And yes, Fury taps! Fury Taps!
[Bell Sounds]
Freddy Ferdinand: Here is your winner via submission....Nighthawk!
Carl Franks: That should go a long way in trying to impress the brass of PWA. Could Nighthawk be on the hunt for a Lightheavyweight Title?
Ray Quadros: Tom Fury is no London McCormack, but we shall see.
You Know He's Useless, Right?
Written by: Paul & Andrew
(Terminus and Natalie are shown standing in one another's arms by the entrance of the office used by Vincent Cornelius Roberts, and his wife Wren Chesney. As the two whisper quietly amongst themselves, Mary Katherine Macdonald emerges from around the corner, and gives the two lovers a cold stare as she approaches them.)
MK: Do you have to do that?
Terminus: Just sharing a quiet moment with the woman I love, before we attend to the business at hand, Mary Katherine.
MK: Must be nice. Either of you seen Jason?
Terminus: That's who were waiting for, MK.
Natalie: We expected him to be with you...*gives MK a nasty smirk*...Unless, of course, he's decided that he's sick of you, already...
(MK just looks at both Terminus and Natalie.)
MK: Maybe. I haven’t seen him since we had our fight over the match. Something seems different about him. Something I don't like.
(Terminus and Natalie exchange glances for a moment, and Natalie mouths the words "The Angel". Terminus nods his head, and his eyes grow slightly colder as he stares at Jason's lover.)
MK: What? What did I say?
Natalie, shaking her head: Sometime tells me you wouldn't understand, even if we were inclined to explain...
Voice: Oh do explain Natalie as I can't wait to hear what you believe I am.
Terminus: Come out of the shadows, Angel, and let MK see who you are for herself.
The Angel: As you wish.
(The Angel slowly makes his way out of the shadows and as his presence is revealed a cold chill goes down not only MK's spine, but also the spine of Natalie Snow.)
The Angel: Hello my love. I hope I haven't kept you waiting long.
MK: Jason what's going on with you? You seem so different.
The Angel: Different is only a matter of opinion. I like to believe that I have given Jason back his life. One day soon I will help you all be reborn.
Terminus: Perhaps that may be the case...but it shall be using a different vessel than the one that you possess, Angel. At Point of No Return, that vessel shall be reclaimed.
(The Angel smiles.)
The Angel: Perhaps it shall, but rest assured if I lose this carcass then one will arise in his place.
(The Angel looks around.)
The Angel: So who's left in approving your massacre?
Terminus: At the moment, we have Harkes and Cortez. Wren seems to adamant in her refusal, but her husband lacks her...sense of spirit. I think, therefore, that we may have some success in ..persuading him to grant our request for our desired match.
The Angel: It seems almost worthless to threaten a man with his balls attached, but his blood will still spill and it will if it must.
(Angel looks over at MK.)
The Angel: Would you be so kind as to knock on the door for us.
(MK just kind of stares at Angel and is frozen by his eyes.)
Natalie, in a low, hissed whisper: Knock...on...the..door...MK.
(MK slowly makes her way over to the door and knocks on the door.)
VCR: Wren's not here.
(MK knocks again.)
VCR: Did you not hear me. Wren is not here.
(MK tries to turn the handle, but its locked. She looks back at Angel who has fire in his eyes.)
The Angel: Useless.
(The Angel walks over to the door and kicks the door off the hinges. VCR jumps up from his seat alarmed by the falling door.)
VCR: You...how dare....who do you think you are!?
Terminus, stepping through the doorway with the slightest of smiles flickering through his mask: At the moment, I think that we are the men who hold your fate in the palm of our hands, Vincent. And, at the moment, I KNOW that the responses that you give will determine just how painful that fate shall be.
The Angel: I think I am the man who will end your life if you don't shut the hell up and listen to what we have to say.
Natalie, stepping in behind the two men: What these two gentlemen are simply asking of you, Vincent, is to give their request the consideration it deserves. Personally, I can't see any reason why you would have an issue with something as simple as that....do you?
VCR: I...I....
Terminus: DO YOU?
VCR: No...no...not...not....not.....not at...at...
(Terminus and Natalie exchange looks of disgust, while the Angel steps forward and stares VCR directly in the eye.)
The Angel: Good then when it is brought up at the board meeting, you will say yes. Even if the bitch who owes your balls tells you not to, you will vote yes. Because anything that she can and will do to you I promise I will do much worse.
Terminus: Are we making ourselves clear, Victor?
Victor: Um...I don't...I...It's just...
The Angel looks back at Terminus.
The Angel: You want to break his jaw or his leg. I am good either way.
(Terminus smiles slightly at the comment and then, in an instant grabs VCR by the scruff of the neck, and pushes him forward so that his face is pressed against the desk.)
Terminus: I don't think that it has to come to that, do you Victor? I think that you do understand EXACTLY what we're trying to say, and, more to the point, what we'll do if this simple request isn't granted...ISN'T THAT RIGHT?
Victor: I....I...YES!!!!
MK, as she steps into the room: What's that smell?
The Angel: I do believe Victor here shit his pants. Shame a grown man has to do that.
Terminus: Indeed. And, it would be even more of a shame if he didn't learn from this..unpleasant...experience, and made the wrong decision when the board of directors meets to discuss this matter further.
The Angel: Indeed it would.
Terminus: So, Vincent...do we understand one another?
VCR: Per-...Per-....Perfectly.
Natalie, in a cheerful tone: Well, I think that we're just about done here, then, guys.
(Angel walks over and leans down next to VCR.)
The Angel: Go get your ass cleaned up before you embarrass yourself more.
(VCR nods, and stumbles out of the room without saying another word. Terminus, Natalie, Angel and MK stand there for a moment, shaking their heads as they watch him exit.)
MK: He really is...something else, isn't he?
Natalie: Oh yes, he certainly is
Terminus: You realize, of course, that he's virtually useless in terms of providing any assistance to our quest, don't you, Angel?
The Angel: Indeed, but he will tell Wren of his misfortune, and she will want us both gone. Our match may get the job done in her eyes.
Natalie: That is, if he's even capable of speaking properly after what just happened here...
The Angel: He will speak that day, or he will never speak again.
Terminus: In truth, either of those options are acceptable. Now then, let us proceed to the next person on our list.
The Angel: Actually I have somewhere I need to be so I bid you all farewell.
(MK looks at Terminus and Natalie for an explanation for any of this, while The Angel disappears back into the shadows.)
A Favor...
Written by: Okori
As the Butcher sits in his office, calmly drinking from a mug of what appears to be a frosty-cold Molson, the door to his office opens and in walks an infuriated Nighthawk. Clad in just his blue-and-white two-tone wrestling trunks, and blue-and-white wrestling boots, the Chicago native paces back and forth like a caged animal.
Butcher: “Can I help you ‘Hawk?”
Nighthawk, gritting his teeth to keep from exploding in fury: “Give him a contract Jimmy. I want to finish this right now. GIVE HIM A CONTRACT!”
Butcher: “Who?”
Nighthawk: “You know who the hell I mean. Give Vendetta a contract…. NOW!”
Kaito Invitational Match
Dade Davis vs. Mystic J
Written by: Jonn
Franks: Expect this next match to pull out all the stops. After an impressive win last week over Captain Howdy, the arrogant but very talented Dade Davis is going to look to keep his winning ways going when he steps up to the plate against the older, but more experienced Mystic J!
Quadros: How did Mystic J get into this invitational anyways?! Didn't he lose to Ryan Shane at our last pay per view and then to Brent Adams last week?! I think there are some shady politics happening around here!
Franks: Mystic J might have taken some close losses, but he's more than enough talented to walk away as the victor when it's all said and done. He doesn't have a whole lot of steam left in the engine, but he's got enough left in the tank to cover a lot of tracks.
Quadros: That's got to be the most idiotic analogy I've ever heard. Period! The fact is Carl, Mystic J is getting down on his hands and knees... mostly knees, for the right people. Face it! Once and for all, Dade Davis is going to start the ball rolling on Mystic J's final retirement!
Franks: That remains to be seen and lets not wait any longer! Take it away Freddy!
Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Kaito Invitational Match! Introducing first! Weighing in at 317 lbs. and arriving from Mystic, Connecticut. He is “The No Pain Train”... Mystic J!!!
("Driven By Pain" by Diesel Machine plays over the PA system. After a few moments, Mystic J. steps out from behind the curtain. He stops at the head of the ramp way, staring into the sea of fans around the ring. He smiles his infamous lopsided grin, raising a fist into the air, to multiple pyro blasts behind him. He stops and turns around, pointing towards the back. After a couple minutes, Mary-Allison Chainz appears and joins him. The two walk down the ring, Mystic slapping the hands of eager fans on the way down, until they hit the ring. Mystic climbs up the stairs, up over the top rope, Mary-Allison following close behind. Mystic holds up the middle rope for Mary-Allison, who joins him in the center of the ring. There, Mystic raises his fist in the air, once more to multiple pyro blasts, this time from the ring corners.)
Ferdinand: And his opponent! Weighing in at 265 lbs and hailing from Boston, Massachusetts! He is “The Franchise” Dade Davis!!!
(The lights flicker and red smoke billows from the stage. Bright yellow fire then shoots up from the stage and when it clears, "Can't Be Saved" by Senses Fail hits and "The Franchise" Dade Davis walks onto the stage with a grin from ear to ear as he walks to the ring, arms outstretched. Davis rolls in under the bottom rope and goes from corner to corner, chin high as he awaits the match to begin.)
Quadros: I can just feel the confidence oozing off of Dade Davis right now! He knows he's miles ahead of Mystic J and even Mystic J knows that!
Franks: Don't let Mystic J fool you. If there's a man who knows how to hide his emotions, it's him. He's been in this business far too long to show his hand before he's ready!
Quadros: I thought that was his Ace Wylde gimmick... or was that when he wanted to be called Aerik Walker. Wait no! It was his short stint as “Please Touch” Mike Hunt!
Franks: That's enough of that! We've got children who view our program as well Ray! This match needs to get underway before you scar our younger viewers and those who tune in to watch wrestling and not listen to you!
Quadros: Actually, if people had the choice they'd just push the mute button on you and listen to me loud and clear... all day long baby!
DING DING DING!
(The match gets underway with Mystic J not wasting any time as he walks confidently towards the smaller Dade Davis looking to get the action started right away. Mystic J draws back his massive hand and just misses an open handed chop that Dade Davis ducks. Davis drops down and sends Mystic J crashing down to the mat with a nicely executed Drop Toe Hold that catches Mystic J off guard! Dade Davis pops up and throws his arms out in a display of arrogance! The crowd immediately gets verbally in his face with a chorus of boos that sounds just like “Dade Davis sucks!” and he seems to soak it all in as if they're cheering for him! He underestimates Mystic J's recovery time and doesn't see that Mystic J is up and standing right behind him! He senses it however and shoots an elbow backwards! Mystic J steps neatly to the side and avoids it. Wraps his arms around Dade Davis' head from behind, lifts him up... Cobra Clutch Suplex! Dade Davis drops down to the mat reeling with Mystic J simply dropping down to both knees, hooking a leg firmly and goes for the three count! 1........... 2............ NO! Dade Davis powers out and gets a shoulder up!)
Quadros: That had me sweating bullets for a minute Carl! Mystic J beating Dade Davis would be like a really bad nightmare! Not the worst kind of nightmare, but right up there!
Franks: I guess I have to ask it. What would be your worst possible nightmare? Mystic J winning the world title? Seeing Omar Owens back in action?
Quadros: Neither of those, but those are pretty bad! No, the worst nightmare possible is seeing both Mystic J and Nighthawk in a match together! Remind me, although I'm sure you won't have to, that if those two ever are put into a match together... just shoot me! Please. Don't even hesitate! Just pull the damn trigger!
Franks: I don't see what you have against either man personally. They're both decent and respected wrestlers. Hard working. Well liked.
Quadros: You can't do that! Never do that it again! It's blasphemy to the power infinity!
Franks: Can't do what?!
Quadros: Use the words Nighthawk, Mystic J, decent, respected and hard working all in the same sentence! It's like a million daggers flying into my ears all at once!
(Mystic J doesn't waste any time arguing with the referee as he brings Dade Davis back up to a standing position and then sends him sailing into the closest corner with a vicious and high velocity Irish Whip! Dade Davis bounces off the turnbuckles with a thud and stumbles out of the corner, dazed and confused. Mystic J takes a few steps back, measures up his opponent and then makes a strong charge towards Dade Davis as he attempts a hellacious Clothesline that he puts all his momentum into! Dade Davis senses it and drops down to a knee! Mystic J uses both sides of the ropes of the corner Dade Davis was in to stop himself. Dade Davis spins around, grabs Mystic J by the back of the trunks and pulls him backwards and into a pin attempt while still holding the trunks! He puts all his weight into it as the referee drops down for the pin attempt without seeing the handful of ring attire! 1........... 2............. THR- NO! Mystic J uses his strength to kick out of the illegal pin attempt! Despite his actions, Dade Davis is giving the referee a nasty look!)
Franks: If Dade Davis would have won that match that way, there would've been a riot for sure!
Quadros: You're wrong there! Everyone would've been overjoyed just to see Mystic J get his ass handed to him like he usually gets it handed to him!
Franks: Believe it or not, the vast majority of the audience here would prefer to see Mystic J get the win here over Dade Davis! Not everyone has the same views as you do, you know.
Quadros: Hello! We're in Canada! They're known for being dumber than a retarded monkey! Free healthcare.... come on!!
Franks: Wasn't it at some point a few weeks ago that you were praising the Canadian fans for their smart and intelligent cheering of ZEX? Plus, free health care would be great! The Canadians got it right there!
Quadros: You're straying away from the match Carl! Stay on topic... geez Louise!
(Mystic J tries to beat Dade Davis up to his feet, but his age and the speed of Dade Davis are against him. Dade Davis shoulder tackles him in the knee and Mystic J is instantly taken off his feet! Dade up quickly and begins stomping away on the very same knee as Mystic J can't do much to protect himself. Dade helps him up to his feet, gives him a quick kick to the gut and takes off towards the ropes that are to Mystic J's back. Bounces off quickly and comes back with a Knee Clip that sends Mystic J down to one knee! Dade Davis backs up again, bounces off the ropes and then comes at Mystic J and delivers a knee between his shoulder blades! Mystic J falls down to all fours, obviously in severe pain! Dade Davis sees this sort of attack is working, thus goes towards the ropes that are to Mystic J's side, bounces off and looks to give Mystic J a hard kick to the gut! However, Mystic J quickly spins up back to one knee, catches Dade Davis off guard and delivers a ring shaking Spinebuster Slam! Dade Davis' head hits the mat hard as he goes for the pin attempt! 1........ 2.......... THRE- NO! Dade Davis with a quick jerk that gets his shoulder up off the ground!)
Franks: Mystic J nearly took the match right there! He caught Dade Davis sleeping and took advantage of it! This is why Mystic J is in the Kaito Invitational Ray!
Quadros: Oh please. Mystic J merely got lucky and for your information.. Dade Davis would have kicked out of that on his worst night!
Franks: I don't know about that. The entire ring shook from the impact of Dade Davis landing on the canvas. That looked and sounded pretty devastating to me!
Quadros: Stop sucking up to Mystic J! For the record, my grandma could of kicked out of that over and over again! That was the weakest Spinebuster on the planet!
Franks: I thought your grandma is dead. Unless you were lying to me just to get that $20 to go to her “funeral”.
Quadros: She's dead alright. That just goes to show how badly Mystic J does any move. A dead, old woman could kick out of it!
Franks: You're a disturbing, disturbing man!
(Mystic J feels like the momentum is swinging back to him and he doesn't wanna lose it. He gets up and drops right back down with a hard elbow to the sternum of Dade Davis. Dade Davis looks like he has all the wind sucked out of him as he struggles to breath. While he's reeling, Mystic J calmly helps him to his feet and then lifts him up with a hard Atomic Drop! Dade Davis' attention moves from his chest to his groin as he hops around the ring with pain etched across his entire face! Mystic J catches up to him and delivers an Inverted Atomic Drop! “The Franchise” has crossed eyes as he holds his hands over his crotch area in unbearable pain! The fans get behind Mystic J and begin to cheer him loudly! Mystic J nonverbally thanks them and returns to the attack with a hard right that has plenty of “mustard” behind it! Mystic J wants to keep the pace going as he tries to send Dade Davis into the ropes with an Irish Whip, but Dade Davis shows unbelievable strength as he reverses it and sends the “The No Pain Train” into the ropes instead! Davis catches him on the way back with a Powerslam! Mystic J crashes hard into the canvas as Davis goes for the pin! 1.......... 2.......... Mystic J instinctively kicks out in the knick of time!)
Quadros: The referee is a Mystic J fan I tell you! He counted slower than Mystic J can move! Traitor! Traitor!
Franks: That looked exactly the same speed as the previous pin attempt on Dade Davis.
Quadros: To the naked eye, it'd seem that way. You see though, I got special talents where I know time down to the milliseconds and that referee is stealing milliseconds away from Dade Davis!
Franks: Personally, I'm glad to see that this match is continuing on because Mystic J did kick out in time if you ask me.
Quadros: I wasn't asking you, because you're wrong most of the time anyways. How many more breaks does Mystic J deserve before they finally add up and give Dade Davis a loss he should never deserve!
Franks: Trust me Ray. The referee is calling this one down the middle and if Dade Davis loses, it's his own fault.
Quadros: It's never Dade's fault when he loses!
(Dade Davis is holding three fingers up for the referee, but he isn't buying it! Dade Davis gives up and takes out his frustrations on Mystic J with a flurry of stomps! He looks at the referee and screams at him that it's “his fault”! Dade Davis yanks Mystic J up to his feet, despite the big man's size and begins working on the knee he's already been working on. Mystic J forced down to a knee and then receives a massive slap to the face! Bad idea! Mystic J takes the blow in stride and then catches Dade Davis with a stiff uppercut! Dade Davis with a hard right! Mystic J with a hard right! Dade Davis! Mystic J! DD! MJ! DD! MJ! MJ! MJ! DD! MJ! MJ! MJ! Davis is reeling and it gives Mystic J a chance to get to his feet! He nails another hard right and Davis stumbles backwards and into the ropes! Mystic J charges, slightly limping, and Clotheslines him over the top rope! Davis somehow lands on his feet on the outside and jaws with the crowd about his remarkable skills! He turns back around and looks up to see that the big man Slingshots himself over the top rope somehow and lands a Cross Body Block! Both men crash to the ringside mat!)
Franks: What an incredible move by Mystic J! He surprises us all once more with his ability to do moves you'd never think a big man can do!
Quadros: That was the most idiotic thing I've ever seen someone do! He risks his own body to try and hurt Dade Davis! Not a fair trade at all!
Franks: It looked calculated to me. In this sport, there is big rewards for risks and big losses as well. I think Mystic J might have gotten a big reward there!
Quadros: The fat ass doesn't belong in the air at all Carl! Plain and simple! What if he'd landed in the crowd?! Sure these Canadians are all but worthless, but he'd cost PWA millions of dollars in legal expenses!
Franks: He wouldn't do that Ray! He's out to take out his opponent, not the fans!
Quadros: With as much fat as he has, he might have bounced off the floor and into the fans! I've heard that happened once before in a match where he did something very similar!
Franks: Now you're just making up stuff!
Quadros: Never!
(Mystic J is the first one up, but he might be worse for wear out of all this as it looks like he tweaked the knee that Dade has been after a little more. He helps Dade Davis up and rolls him back into the ring. Dade Davis is motionless in the ring, Mystic J sees this and takes his time getting back into the ring. When he does, Dade Davis suddenly gets up while Mystic J is on all fours and drops an elbow on his back! Mystic J drops down flat onto his belly and Dade Davis is immediately up and delivering a barrage of kicks with gritted teeth! He rolls Mystic J over onto his back and starts scaling the closest corner's turnbuckles looking to give Mystic J a piece of his own medicine! Dade Davis finally gets up to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with his finisher, a Swanton Bomb that he calls The Silver Spoon! BAM! Davis lands hard onto his back with Mystic J rolling out of the way just in time! Mystic J up to his feet and is begging for Dade Davis to get to his feet! Dade finally stumbles up after some time with his back towards Mystic J, turns around.... massive Spear! Dade Davis is nearly taken out of his boots as Mystic J covers him! 1.......... 2............. THREE! Mystic J wit... NO! Dade Davis with a foot on the ropes!)
Quadros: YES! I knew Dade Davis would find a way out of his mistake! He almost always does!
Franks: If he'd been a little further away from the ropes, he wouldn't have ever kicked out of that and you know it!
Quadros: Of course he would've you numbskull! He wasn't away from the ropes and that's what matters right now! Mystic J pinning him is like VCR actually getting a piece of ass from Wren Chesney! You know it never happens!
Franks: If Dade Davis keeps putting himself into bad spots like this, it's going to get to where he can't kick out in time! I might be repeating myself when I say that, but it's mere fact.
Quadros: It's alright Carl. You're like a broken record anyways, so it's not anything surprising!
Franks: HEY!
Quadros: “It's mere fact.”
Franks: Touche.
(For a moment, Mystic J had started to celebrate, but reality comes crashing down as he realizes that this match is going to continue on! He gathers himself and then helps Davis up to his feet. Hard right that totally rocks Dade Davis' world. He grabs Dade Davis by the head and delivers a massive Headbutt that plants Dade Davis flat on his ass! Mystic J places a foot on Davis' head and pushes him backwards onto the mat! The fans cheer him like crazy as Mystic J raises both hands into the air feeling that he has this match under total and utter control! Mystic J stands over Dade Davis, raises an elbow and drops down... Elbow to canvas! Dade Davis rolls out of the way with both men down now! Dade Davis up first and now he is the one begging for Mystic J to get to his feet! Mystic J finally up and gets kicked hard in the stomach! Mystic J nailed hard with a Reverse Inverted DDT that he calls “The Franchiser”! It's his setup move for his finisher, the “No Class”! The fans are starting to boo loudly as they smell Davis' victory! Mystic J is sprawled out on the mat and in tremendous pain! Dade Davis pops back up with a sick smirk on his face! He drags a confused Mystic J up to his feet and gives him an expected hard kick to the gut! Dade Davis shows impressive strength as he lifts Mystic J up into a Vertebreaker which he calls the “No Class”! ! He's getting ready to drop down, but Mystic J kicking and gets some leverage! He manages to flip over and land on his feet and now has Dade Davis in a Vertebreaker! He drops down and Dade Davis hits the mat hard with his head! Mystic J rolls him up as tight as he can! 1................ 2.................. THREE! Mystic J comes away with the victory!)
Quadros: No it can't end this way! NOOOO!!! Mystic J has a chance to move on to a World title shot... it can't be!
Franks: Mystic J has done it! He gets an impressive vict......
Quadros: WAIT! The match isn't over Carl! LOOK!
Franks: The referee is holding two fingers up! It looked like Mystic J had the match wrapped up, but this one is going to continue on after all folks!
Quadros: YAY! Maybe the referee isn't a traitor after all! Mystic J should have known that he couldn't take out the phenomenal Dade Davis with his own move!
Franks: He almost did though and that was a pretty good counter!
Quadros: Almost, salmost! Dade Davis is still in this match and is going to pull it out in the end baby!
(Mystic J is beside himself! He thought for sure that he had the match wrapped up this time! He knows he's going to have to put Dade Davis literally down into the mat to pull this one out! He looks out towards the fans and signals that this one is going to be over for real this time! The fans are going bonkers as he helps Davis up to his feet! He grabs Dade Davis by the jaw and delivers a Palm Thrust! Another one! He puts Dade Davis' head into his armpit and lifts him up into the air! Could this be an F5 that he calls the 747?! He lifts Davis up into the maneuver! Dade Davis uses his weight to come back down and uses the momentum to flip Mystic J over onto his back and rolls him up into a Small Package! 1............ 2............... THRE- NO! Mystic J kicks out! Mystic J up to his feet quickly and without a doubt has had enough! He gives Dade Davis a barrage of punches and kicks before helping him to his feet! Dade Davis sees the referee is close and yanks at him! It spin the referee around and while his back is turned, he blocks a punch by Mystic J, pokes him in the eye and then gives him a Low Blow! The fans are booing the hell out of “The Franchise”! He doesn't care as the referee turns back around seeing nothing illegal that happened! Mystic J put into the “No Class” position no more and Dade Davis drops him, using Mystic J's own wait to crush his head to the mat! He puts an arm over Mystic J and props his elbow up on the other side as if he is relaxing on it! 1........... 2............... 3!!!! Dade Davis wins the match!)
Ferdinand: Your winner by pinfall... Dade Davis!
Franks: What an ego Davis has to pin Mystic J in such a humiliating fashion!
Quadros: It's the name of the game and Mystic J had it coming to him! He ran his mouth this week and Dade Davis shut him up!
Franks: It's like a slap in the face and Mystic J is not one who deserves one!
Quadros: You bet your ass he deserves one and this was a slap in the face in more way than one! One, he lost to the great Dade Davis and two... he's all but out of this tournament!
Franks: Stranger things have happened and you never know Ray! Must admit though that Dade Davis could be well on his way to a World title match at Point of No Return!
Six Feet Under McCormack
Written by: Neil
Commissioner Butcher is seen backstage in his office watching the Violation proceedings. That white neck brace is still around his neck as he plays with it to get more comfortable. In walks Jason Sandman as requested by the Commissioner not too long ago.
The Butcher: Ah there you are, Jason.
Jason: Evening Commissioner. To what do I owe this honor.
Jason sits down and as he does The Butcher notices a look in Jason's eyes that the wrestlers have begun to know to well.
The Butcher: Do you remember how last week you said you would “kill” somebody for me if I backed the match idea you and Terminus had? Well, usually I would take care of this problem myself but as you can see, I’m in no condition to do such a thing. So perhaps you can take care of this victim for me?
The Angel: Indeed I will. Just give me a name and have the mortician on stand by. I make no promises of what I will do to complete the job, and can not be held liable for any repercussions that come upon you.
The Butcher: Perfect. The punk is London McCormack. I want you to make him regret ever getting involved in my personal affairs. Next week, you versus him in an anything goes extreme rules match.
The Angel: Is there a condition you would line for him to be in or should I just pull the plug on his existence?
The Butcher: Dispose of him in any form you see fit. By the end of Violation 36 I want him to be spending quality time with his beloved late Kayleigh. Understand me?
The Angel: Without question. In exchange for his head I do expect to see a vote of yes when the time comes. Without it I will have no choice but make you the next victim in line.
The Butcher: Then we have a deal.
The Angel: Then this is goodbye for now.
Can You Make This Happen?
Written by: Andrew
~ A clearly infuriated Daz Van Dyke is shown storming down the backstage corridors of the statdium that Montreal resisdents refer to as "The Big O" toward the office that is currently being used by The Butcher. As the former TNW owner approaches his destination, PWA backstage reporter Miranda Buck emerges from around the corner with a camera crew in tow.~
Miranda: Mr. Van Dyke! I just wanted to get your reaction to the news that The Butcher has ordered an Extreme Rules Match between your charge, London McCormack, and Jason Sandman for next week's card. What are your thoughts about this proposed encounter?
Daz, glaring at at the reporter: Thoughts? You want my thoughts!?
I think that the question that you just asked proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that you're the worst interviewer of all time- and the includes the likes of Johnny Red and Natalie Snow!
I also think, Miranda, that if I have to listen to any more of your lame-brained questions, that I might take it upon myself to ensure that you NEVER work, in any capacity, ever again!
That's what I think, Miranda, and I am rich enough and powerful enough to make certain that happens! In fact, I am rich enough and powerful enough to make ANYTHING happen...or to make damned good and certain that some things DON'T happen!
And, right now, I am going to see to it that the match between London McCormack and Jason Sandman does NOT occur next week, or at any point in the future!
~ Daz spins on his heel after making this last remark...only to stop dead in his tracks as he sees the figures of Terminus and Natalie Snow standing directly in front of him. The New Age Punisher regards his former employer through cold eyes as he folds his arms across his chest, while Natalie wears an expression that seems to indicate a desire to rip Daz limb from limb as she brandishes a rolled up manila envelope in one of her hands. ~
Terminus: I'm afraid that there's very little that you can do to prevent the match between London and Jason from taking place next week, Daz, so, perhaps it would be in your better interest to accept that fact and move on to different, and more important matters...
Daz, rolling his eyes: Listen, as much as I'd like to stand here, and spend valuable time chatting with the two of you, there are other issues that I have to address...
~ Daz tries to maneuver around the New Age Punisher, but the masked man simply takes a step to the side, and cuts DVD off at the pass. ~
Terminus: I fear, Daz, that I didn't make myself understood just now...
Daz: Oh, I understood you perfectly, you masked freak...I just don't care about what you have to say, and I really don't have the time to discuss whatever it is that you wish to talk about.
Now, if you'll excuse me...
~ This time, Daz tries to shoulder his way past Natalie, but the High Priestess simply reaches out, and delivers a hard, two-handed shove that sends her former employer stimbling back a couple of steps. ~
Natalie: Well, you're going to MAKE the time to discuss these matters, you pompous, pig-faced pile of pigeon poop! Because, if you don't make the time to discuss these matters, you are going to regret that decision for the rest of that meaningless stretch of tedium that you insist upon referring to as your "life"!
Daz, as his face flushes a bright crimson red: That's enough! I am NOT going to allow myself to be intimindated in the same fashion that you've managed to do with the likes of VCR and John Harkes! *Pokes a finger in the chest of Terminus* Now, get out of my way, or-
~In an instant, Terminus grabs the outstretched hand of Daz, and, in one fluid motion, twists it behind his former employer's back. before the former TNW owner can react, the New Age Punisher stomps down hard on the back of his former employer's leg, and forces him down to his knees, while pressing Daz's head into the floor using his free hand. ~
Terminus: From where I'm standing, Daz...and I don't think that you need a reminder of where that is at this moment...I don't think that you're in a position to make good on any of your standard-issue threats. In fact, the only position that you seem to be in is one that requires you to LISTEN to what we have to say...
Now then...you know very well how much I dislike you...
You know very well just how much I loathe your repeated attempts to buy and sell people like so much chattel, and how much I hate your continued insistance to play the role of puppeteer, and to engage in all manners of byzantine backstabbing.
~ The New Age Punisher applies more pressure to the hold, causing Daz to yelp in pain, while Natalie breaks out into a wide smile as she watches the scene unfold berfore her eyes. ~
Still, I'd like to think of myself as a fair individual, so, rather than act upon my desire to tear each and every one of your limbs our of their sockets...or...better yet...stand back and watch as my dearest Natalie goes about the business of doing so in my stead...I am simply going to ask you to give the proposed match that is scheduled to take place between Jason Sandman and myself at Point of No Return the consideration that it deserves.
And, I'm certain that once you've done so...you'll decide that it really is the only possible way to conclude the argument that has been going on for the past few months.
Natalie, as she kneels down beside Daz: I think that's a perfectly acceptable request, don't you, Daz?
~ Daz lets out a loud, angry groan as Terminus continues to apply pressure to the hold.~
Daz: One of these days, I'll make you regret this, Terminus!
Terminus: I expected you to say something of that sort, Daz. And I took the necessary steps to ensure that NO retribution occurs at any point in the future. Natalie, would you be so kind as to show Daz the contents of the envelope inyour hand?
Natalie: With pleasure, my love.
~ The High Priestess methodically takes a few sheets of apaper, and a couple of pictures out of the envelope, and speards them before Daz, whose eyes go wide with shock. ~
Daz: Where...where did you get these!?
Terminus: Oh, a mutual friend of ours...a friend who was kind enough to provide me with this information after TNW closed its doors.
Now, I am certain that you would agree that if this information were brought to the attention of one London McCormack, he would be inclined to think much less of you...
Daz: You wouldn't!
Natalie: I'm pretty sure that Mum Van Dyke wouldn't be thrilled about the fact that the apple of her eye had acted in a manner that was so deceitful, either.
Daz: This...this....!
Terminus, smiling: Indeed. In fact, I'm pretty certain that if this information were top be revealed, that the limited amount of credibility that you possess would be completely and irrovocably lost, with NO chance of it ever being regained.
~ The smile of Terminus disappears as he leans forward and drops his voice into a low, hissed whisper. ~
Terminus: You can't buy, or bully, or maneuver your way out of this predicament, Daz.
There is nothing that you can do to prevent this from happening...with the possible exception of granting my request, and then proceeding along your merry little way.
The choice is yours, Daz.
~ With that, Terminus releases his grip on the hold, and takes a step back, smirking as he watches his former employer get to his feet and shake out his arm while staring at the couple with fury in his eyes. ~
Natalie, in a pleasant tone of voice: A pleasure as always, Daz.
Terminus: Absolutely.
I'm glad we had this conversation, Daz. As long as you remember what was stated, everything should work out as they should.
Daz: You...you...GRRRRRRRRRR!!!
~ Terminus and Natalie watch Daz storm away without saying another word, and then break out into wide smiles as they begin to walk off in the other direction. ~
Main Event
Jiraiya Kaito, Chris Michaels, and Brent Adams
vs.
London McCormack, Ryan Shane and Cross Recoba
Written by: Neil
“Right Now” by Van Halen kicks up as the crowd gives a bit of a mixed reaction. Out steps the first 3-man tag team of the night for this main event match: Ryan Shane, London McCormack, and Cross Recoba. They each stop on the entrance ramp and play the crowd, with London McCormack in the center holding the PWA Light Heavyweight Championship above his head. As the young guns of PWA make their way down to the ring, they each do their thing to nearby fans. Into the ring they go and to three separate turnbuckles while Referee Andy Sheppard looks on.
Next up “Follow Your Generation” by ACMA begins to play and the crowd pops big time. Out comes the PWA World Heavyweight Champion, Jiraiya Kaito, along with the Premiere Champion, Chris Michaels, and newcomer Brent Adams. They stop on the entrance ramp as well and soak in the adulation from their fans. Down to the ring they come as Shane, Cross, and McCormack slide out of the ring to avoid an early confrontation. Kaito, Michaels, and Adams point out to the crowd to pump them up some more.
Franks: This should be a fun one, Ray. Three of PWA’s brightest young stars are looking to defeat some of the more veteran wrestlers around PWA.
Quadros: Call them what they are, Carl. Old!
Back into the ring comes Shane, McCormack, and Cross while Referee Sheppard wants to get this one underway. He calls for the bell! DING! Looks like we’re going to start off with the World Heavyweight Champion against the Light Heavyweight Champion. Kaito and McCormack circle around the ring while their partners make it to the ring apron. They lock up and Kaito tosses the eager McCormack with an arm drag. McCormack up and again he’s taken down with an arm drag. Kaito stays with McCormack and helps the young lad to his feet. Oh, kidney punch by McCormack halts Kaito. Irish whip by London sends the Champion to the ropes. Off the ropes comes Kaito with a handspring elbow to the face! The crowd pops for Kaito as London McCormack retreats to his corner and tags out to Cross Recoba.
Franks: Tough early going for the Light Heavyweight Champ there, Ray.
Quadros: One of these days Kaito’s showboating is going to cost him big time.
In steps Cross Recoba and he runs in just as eager as McCormack. Quick drop toe hold by Kaito stops the threat from Recoba. Kaito bounces off the ropes with a basement drop kick to the face of Cross Recoba! NO! Recoba rolls out of the way just in time. Follow up stomps by Recoba before he pulls Kaito up and tosses him into a neutral corner. Cross Recoba lands some stiff blows to the body of Kaito in the corner before executing a snap mare take down. Recoba with a knee to the spine as he pulls back on the face of Kaito for a submission. Hair pull takedown by Recoba as he’s now choking the Champion. 1! 2! 3! 4! Recoba pulls Kaito up into a suplex…NO! Kaito with a Dragon Stunner that rocks Recoba back into a neutral corner. Kaito rolls over to his corner and tags out to Chris Michaels.
Franks: Nice move there by Kaito to get the tag out.
Quadros: He needed that tag out, Carl. Cross Recoba was destroying him!
Into the ring comes Chris Michaels and he locks up with Cross Recoba. Michaels wins out straight into a headlock. Recoba tries the push off but that’s not happening. Backdrop attempt by Cross is blocked by Michaels. The Premiere Champion goes around the back and hits a German suplex. Running towards the ropes, Chris Michaels comes off with an elbow drop onto Recoba. He makes a cover! 1...2...KICK OUT! Michaels pulls Recoba up and tosses him into a vacant corner. Michaels to the second turnbuckle and starts hammering away on Recoba! 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10! Cross Recoba wobbles out of the corner straight into an Atomic Drop! Recoba grabs himself and is in no position to defend himself against the springboard moonsault press from the Premiere Champion! Cover! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!
Franks: Chris Michaels still can fly with some speed at his age.
Quadros: Why does he always have to be some hotshot?
Michaels pulls Recoba up and whips him towards the ropes. Follow up back body drop is scouted by Recoba as he rolls over. Michaels turns around to look at the damage done but only finds a standing drop kick from Recoba straight to the face! Recoba cinches the Premiere Champion up into a headlock as Ryan Shane is pleading for a tag in. Recoba leads Michaels over to hostile territory and tags in Ryan Shane. Michaels finds himself separated from his partners of the night as Recoba and Shane do a stomping number on him in the corner. Out to the apron goes Recoba as “Right Now” Ryan Shane pulls Michaels up in the corner.
Shoulder to the midsection in the corner by Shane as the Premiere Champion doubles over in pain. Swinging neck breaker by Ryan Shane out of the corner. Cover by Shane! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Shane is now down in the face of Michaels trash talking and disrespecting the veteran. A series of forearms to the face by Shane and again he goes for a cover…1...2...KICK OUT! Ryan Shane pulls Chris Michaels up only to drop him with a backbreaker across the knee. Double knee drop across the forehead by Shane on Michaels. Cover! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT!
Franks: Ryan Shane does not like Chris Michaels for whatever reason, Ray.
Quadros: Well it’s hard to like an arrogant, pompous ass like the HotShot.
Franks: Some would describe Ryan Shane that way.
Ryan Shane starts stomping away on Chris Michaels before pulling him up by the hair. Irish whip by Shane into a twisting back breaker…NO! Chris Michaels with the reversal into a DDT! The crowd pops as Chris Michaels slowly gets up. He waits for Shane to rise and nearly cuts him down again with a knife-edged chop! WHOOO! Another chop! WHOOOO! Another chop by Michaels! WHOOOO! Ryan Shane is backed into a corner and holding his chest in pain. Michaels grabs Shane by the head, steps up to the second turnbuckle and executes a flipping stunner out of the corner! The crowd pops and the HotShot makes the cover! 1!…2!…THRE…NO! London McCormack came into the ring to make the save!
Franks: Wow was that a close one! I don’t think Ryan Shane would have been able to kick out there!
As McCormack is being escorted back to the apron by Sheppard, Chris Michaels has dragged Ryan Shane over to his corner and tags out to Brent Adams. Krazy Train pulls Shane up by his shoulder and sets him into the corner. Follow up hammer blows across the back by Adams wears Ryan Shane down some more. Quick vertical suplex out of the corner by Adams and he makes the cover! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT!
Franks: Brent Adams has been impressive since his debut, Ray. He’s all ready notched victories against Chris Michaels, Mystic J, and Valentine Lionheart.
Quadros: No doubt about it. He’s starting to make waves like nobody else has in PWA. He’s a premiere player.
Brent Adams pulls Ryan Shane up and whips him hard back into the corner! Here comes The Big Unit with a full head of steam! OH! Ryan Shane ducks out of the corner and Brent Adam rams into the turnbuckles and accidentally knocks Kaito and HotShot off of the ring apron! Ryan Shane catches Adams fumbling out of the corner with a Russian leg sweep! Cover by Shane! 1!…2!…THR…KICK OUT! Ryan Shane tags out to London McCormack for a breather. In comes McCormack with a slingshot leg drop across the throat of Adams! Another cover! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Here comes someone down to the ring with a chair!
Franks: What is going on here, Ray? Former TNW wrestler Jared Crowe is coming down to the ring with a steel chair!
Quadros: Are you sure that’s Jared Crowe? I thought he was bald.
While the action continues in the ring, Jared Crowe seems to stop near the end of the entrance ramp. He unfolds the chair and takes a seat in it. Now he’s stealing some nearby fan’s popcorn and seeming is watching this match just like any other fan would! Back in the ring London McCormack has Brent Adams in a full nelson. Suddenly he jerks Adams back into a German suplex! Bridge! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT! McCormack helps Adams up by the hair…right hand by Adams! Another! Another! Irish whip by Brent Adams! London McCormack returns and blasts Brent Adams across the face with a flying forearm! Another cover! 1...2...THRE…NO! Broken up by Kaito!
Jared Crowe continues to watch this action as Referee Sheppard ushers Kaito back to his corner. In comes Cross Recoba and he helps London McCormack take out Brent Adams with a double face plant! London McCormack is feeling like Superman as he goes to the top turnbuckle! He flies halfway across the ring and lands a solid elbow drop to the heart of Brent Adams! McCormack hooks the leg! 1!…2!…2.99911313!! Big kick out from the Big Unit!
Franks: PWA’s young stars are taking over in this match, Ray. Meanwhile Jared Crowe continues to watch this with some intrigue.
Quadros: Just as long as he stays in that chair and doesn’t pull out a Singapore cane, everything will be all right.
The PWA Light Heavyweight Champion is feeling the end coming here now! He grabs Brent Adams’ ankle for the Flux Capacitor! NO! Adams kicks McCormack away! Crawling on his hands and knees, Brent Adams reaches out and tags out! In comes Kaito! He runs across the ring and shoves Cross Recoba off of the ring apron to the floor below! Follow up rolling wheel kick blasts the rising London McCormack! Here comes Ryan Shane into the ring to get Kaito from behind! NO! Chris Michaels came flying out of no where and turns Ryan Shane inside out with a clothesline from the top turnbuckle!
Franks: Listen to these people! What a cheer for the veterans!
Michaels kicks Ryan Shane out of the ring and to the floor before returning to the ring apron. Kaito has control of London McCormack and whips him into an empty corner. Running senton splash by Kaito flattens McCormack in the corner! Springboard moonsault by Kaito onto McCormack from the corner! Cover! 1!…2!…THRE…NO! Cross Recoba came into the ring and pulled Kaito off! THE SKIM Osaka cutter by Cross Recoba slows down any momentum Kaito had!
Franks: Oh that was just a cheap and illegal move there by Cross Recoba!
Quadros: Like Kaito pushing him off the apron wasn’t cheap!
Sheppard is pushing Recoba back to his corner but the damage has been done. With the referee’s back turned, HotShot Chris Michaels says the hell with it and jumps off the top turnbuckle with a senton onto McCormack! The crowd pops for the Premiere Champion as he returns to his corner like nothing happened at all.
Both Kaito and London McCormack are down so Sheppard starts the count! 1! 2! 3! 4! Jiraiya Kaito starts to stir! 5! 6! Kaito starts to use the ropes to get to his feet just as McCormack sits up holding his midsection! 7! 8! Kaito is up to his feet! McCormack is now up! Chop by Kaito! WHOOO! Chop by McCormack! WHOOO! Another by Kaito! WHOOOO! Another by McCormack! WHOOOO! Kaito! WHOOOO! McCormack! WHOOOOO! K! WHOOOOO! M! WHOOOO! K! WHOOO! M! WHOOOO! K! M! K! K! K! Kaito! Kaito! WHOOOOOOO! OH! Standing pele kick by London McCormack stops the Champion’s momentum!
Franks: What a chop fest we just had!
Quadros: And Cross Recoba is back in this match, Carl! He’s gonna finish the deal!
Sure enough London McCormack found his way back to his corner and tags in Cross Recoba. Here comes Recoba with some stiff kicks to the midsection of Kaito. He runs towards the ropes and bounces off only to put a curb stomp boot to the back of Kaito’s head! The crowd boos as Recoba looks out towards them all with a confident smirk over his face. He executes a rude awakening neck breaker on Kaito! Cover! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT! Brent Adams was half way in the ring for a save just in case as well. Recoba shakes off the kick out and whips Kaito into a corner. Headstand on the top turnbuckle by Kaito and Recoba shoots in! Follow up head scissors takedown by Kaito on Recoba!
Franks: Kaito can hit a reversal from anywhere in the ring, Ray. That move there proves it.
Quadros: And Jared Crowe seems to be enjoying this action. Is he eating cotton candy?
Yes he is. Cross Recoba stumbles to one knee and shakes out the cobwebs. OH!! Stiff decapitating kick to the side of the head by Kaito! Now he makes the cover! 1!…2!…THRE…Save by London McCormack! In comes Brent Adams and the Big Unit is cut off by Referee Sheppard before he can even do anything. Chris Michaels hops to the top turnbuckle again! This time Ryan Shane starts wobbling the top rope! Michaels loses his footing and falls onto the mat! McCormack whips Kaito to the ropes for Spinebuster but Kaito grabs the ropes to stop his momentum! Here comes London McCormack with a running charge! Kaito ducks out of the way and pulls down the top rope, sending McCormack flying to the floor below!
Franks: Oh man that sounded like it hurt!
Brent Adams wants a tag in and Kaito doesn’t hesitation to oblige before flying to the outside onto McCormack with an Asai Moonsault! Krazy Train into the ring and turns Cross Recoba inside out with a running western lariat! The crowd is starting to get behind the newcomer Brent Adams and he pulls up Cross Recoba. He whips Recoba to the ropes and collects the man with the All Aboard sidewalk slam!
Adams is calling for the end here! In comes Ryan Shane! Wait here comes Chris Michaels as well to stop Shane! Sheppard is quick to cut off the incensed HotShot before he can even do anything. Adams has Recoba in the Full Nelson and ready for the Train Wreck! NO! Ryan Shane with a chop block to the knee of Brent Adams from behind! Someday Snap by Shane! The dazed Cross Recoba is rolled out of the ring by Ryan Shane while Sheppard argues with Michaels over the officiating in this match!
Franks: Referee Sheppard has lost all control here as Ryan Shane just caught Brent Adams with the Someday Snap!
Quadros: The man is doing the best he can with that idiot Kaito flying out of the ring and HotShot breaking every rule in the book!
Referee Sheppard turns around and sees Ryan Shane waiting for Adams to get up. Recoba is no where to be found so Sheppard assumes there was a tag out, which there clearly was not! Adams gets to one knee…SHANING WIZARD by Ryan Shane on Krazy Train Brent Adams! Quick cover by Ryan Shane! 1!…Here comes Chris Michaels!…2!…NO! Recoba has his foot! Michaels kicks Recoba away!…THREE!! DING! DING! DING!
Franks: Damn it! Ryan Shane wasn’t even the legal man!
Quadros: Yes he was! Sheppard says he was so damn it Ryan Shane was the legal man!
“Right Now” begins to play again as Jared Crowe gives all six men a standing ovation. Here comes Chris Michaels and he clubs the celebrating Ryan Shane across the back! Now Chris Michaels is stomping away on Ryan Shane as the crowd pops! Here comes London McCormack into the ring to get Michaels off of Shane! Kaito and Cross Recoba are now battling back and forth at ringside!
The lights go out all of a sudden and the crowd gets riled up into an even louder frenzy! Now the lights turn back on and Jason Sandman is sitting on one of the turnbuckles! London McCormack stops in his tracks as Sandman is calling him out! Sandman points to a casket that appeared out of no where at ringside and he’s threatening London McCormack that he’s going to be in it next week!
Quadros: Why is there a casket at ringside, Carl? And why did that fool Jason Sandman roll it out here for?
Franks: You heard the Commissioner’s words earlier tonight, Ray! Oh! Look out!
Now Sandman and McCormack start brawling in the ring just like they’re going to do next week! OH! Ryan Shane just blasts HotShot Chris Michaels in the back on the head with the Premiere Championship! The brawl between Kaito and Recoba has spilled out into the crowd and these fan’s are loving every minute of it!
Franks: This is just madness here in Montréal! That’s going to do it for us tonight, Ray! Any final words?
Quadros: Um, watch us next week! Yeah!
Franks: What he said! Good night everybody!
The Montreal crowd continues cheering loudly as the Kaito-Cross and McCormack-Sandman brawls continue with security starting to make their way down to the ring. Ryan Shane is left standing over the laid out body of Chris Michaels, staring down at the Premiere Championship in his hands. Violation fades out.
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