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Violation 38
Sunday, August 17th, 2008
HSBC Arena in Buffalo, New York
Fire vs. Dan Manheim
Written by: Neil
“Switchback” by Biohazard begins to play as the Buffalo crowd here at the HSBC Arena begin to boo Dan Manheim. Here comes the big lug now as he gives the crowd the two finger salute. He rips a Buffalo Bills sign out from a fan’s hand and rips it in half before entering the ring. Apparently he’s not a fan. Now “Gossip” by Lil Wayne kicks up and the crowd gives Fire a mixed reaction. Perhaps he gets some cheers because he’s waving around an American flag. Whatever the case may be, he doesn’t help matters as he toys with nearby fans on his way down to the ring. He sets the flap up in one of the ring posts as Dan Manheim doesn’t look too thrilled tonight. Referee Sasha Brown calls for the bell. DING!
Franks: What do you expect out of this match, Ray?
Quadros: Power moves. This is Fire’s return match. He may have some rust.
The two large men circle around the ring as there is easily 550-pounds in the ring between these two. They lock up to get Violation underway. Dan Manheim wins the test of strength and whips Fire to the ropes. Fire returns with a shoulder block but Manheim stands firm like a block wall. Manheim grins as Fire runs towards the ropes and tries it again. Another shoulder block but Manheim still barely moves! Fire runs towards the ropes one more time to try this shoulder block but this time on the return Dan Manheim catches him with a sidewalk slam! Cover by Manheim! 1...2...KICK OUT!
Manheim pulls up Fire and tosses him into a corner. Follow up hammer blows by Manheim continue to ruin Fire’s night so far. Manheim applied a choke in the corner that gets Referee Sasha Brown to count. 1! 2! 3! 4! Manheim releases the choke with a power throw out of the corner! Fire stumbles to his knees as Manheim is stalking him. Fire wants a time-out but Manheim reaches down to pick him up by the head. A kidney punch by Fire slows down Manheim. Fire hops up to his feet a puts a series of forearm shivers to Manheim’s face. Backed up against the ropes, Manheim is whipped across the ring by Fire. Fire catches Dan Manheim on the rebound with a BIG over the head release belly-to-belly suplex! Fire makes the cover! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!
Franks: Big kick out there by Dan Manheim after that power move.
Quadros: Losing again would just be demoralizing for Dan Manheim at this point. He needed to kick out just like he needs to breathe.
Fire applies a seated full nelson to keep Dan Manheim on the mat and possibly get a submission. Referee Brown asks Manheim if he wants to give up. That’s a resounding “no!”. Fire releases the hold and drops a boot the back of Manheim’s head. A series of stomps by Fire draws another mixed reaction from the crowd as he has his hand over his heart as he’s doing it. Apparently these Buffalo fans aren’t patriotic. Fire pulls Manheim up by the head and attempts a vertical suplex. No! Manheim was either too heavy or blocked. Reversed by Dan Manheim into a vertical suplex of his own!
Fire pops up holding his back and gets caught with a flurry of bartender-like punches to the face! Irish whip by Manheim sends Fire crashing spine first and hard into a corner. Running full head of steam body splash in the corner by Dan Manheim and he’s rolling! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stompidy stomp! Stomp! Fire finds himself in a bad position now! Manheim pulls him up off the canvass and hoists the big man up onto the top turnbuckle. To the second turnbuckle Manheim goes ans he reaches behind Fire for a superplex!
Franks: This is going to be a big superplex, Ray!
Quadros: Hopefully the ring can take it.
The crowd is starting to get rowdy as this is what they’ve been waiting for. But Fire dashes all of their hopes and blocks the superplex. Sick head butt to the bridge of Manheim’s nose by Fire! Dan Manheim tumbles backwards and slams down onto the mat! The crowd boos Fire as he ruined what could have been a great spot. Manheim begins to stumble to his feet as Fire rubs his head up on the turnbuckles. He waits for Manheim to get to his feet and then takes off with a flying clothesline! Fire shoots in for the cover! 1!…2!…THRE…NO! KICK OUT by Dan Manheim!
Fire can’t believe it and questions Referee Sasha Brown’s motives as a female referee. Fire starts pounding on Manheim with a mounted elbow smash to the face. Again he makes the cover! 1..2...THRE…KICK OUT! Fire is growing tired of his stubborn opponent and this time puts everything he has into a vertical suplex. Manheim is starting to look in rough shape as Fire runs towards the ropes, bounces off, gives a salute out to the crowd, and drops an elbow to the face of Manheim! Hook of the leg by Fire! 1!…2!…2.99132131!!
Franks: It’s like Dan Manheim is possessed on kicking out tonight, Ray!
Quadros: Come on, Fire! Quit fooling around and finish this guy so his losing streak continues!
Fire waits for Manheim to get up. He runs in with a lariat but Manheim ducks out of the way! Right by Manheim! Left by Manheim! Right! Left! Right! Left! Headbutt by Dan Manheim drops Fire! Fire pops back up only to be whipped to the ropes. Dan Manheim catches him with a gorilla press on the fly! Right into a power slam! Fire arcs his back in pain! Dan Manheim is starting to gain some support from the crowd now! He pulls up Fire and drops him on his back again with the Goodnight Gracie modified angle slam! Cover by Manheim! 1!…2!…THREE….NO!! Fire put his foot on the bottom rope!
Dan Manheim doesn’t seem too angry about this as he continues his assault on Fire. He pulls Fire up and whips him into the corner where the American flag continues to wave on the ring post. Running spear by Dan Manheim folds Fire up in the corner! Manheim grabs Fire and looks to try that superplex once again. But again Fire denies him of this. Only this time Fire reaches behind his back and grabs the American flag! He cracks the stick over Dan Manheim’s head! The crowd starts to boo as Referee Sasha Brown calls for the bell! DING! DING! DING! Referee Sasha Brown instructs ring announcer Freddy Ferdinand on the winner here as Fire clings onto his American flag.
Ferdinand: The winner of this match as a result of DISQUALIFICATION!…….Dan Manheim!
Franks: Dan Manheim gets the victory, Ray! The streak is over and Reckless Jack’s record is safe!
Quadros: He sure doesn’t look like the winner, Carl.
Wrestle For National Pride
Written by: Neil
The crowd keeps booing as Fire is irate over what just happened. He’s pleading his case with Referee Brown but she is standing firm on her judgment. Now the crowd starts cheering as all of a sudden here comes Liam Travers of all people down the ring! He slides in and turns Fire around! Forearm to the face of Fire by Liam Travers! Travers with an Irish whip that sends Fire towards the ropes! Travers catches Fire with a hotshot across the top rope!
Franks: Liam Travers is attacking Fire!
Quadros: I guess he didn’t like what Fire had to say about Canada last week.
Tile-a-whirl back breaker by Liam Travers! Now he applies a Crossface chicken wing/camel clutch combination move he calls the Canadian Pain! And pain it is as Fire is yelling out! Referee Brown is trying to break this up but isn’t having any luck with it. Down to the ring comes Mugs Hammerfist and his security guards! With the numbers game clearly against him, Liam Travers releases the Canadian Pain. And for whatever reason this Buffalo crowd is cheering Liam Travers like he’s their own boy! Fire must not have made any friends in western New York!
Out comes Commissioner Butcher on the entrance ramp as order is being restored.
The Butcher: It seems like we have ourselves an international incident in that ring, Buffalo.
The crowd pops.
The Butcher: In one corner we have the Canadian, Liam Travers. In the other we have America’s own, Fire!
The crowd gives a mixed reaction to Fire representing America.
The Butcher: In the spirit of competition I say we settle this one once and for all. At Point of No Return I am booking Fire versus Liam Travers. The winner will be able to wave their country’s flag proudly. Canada versus America. How does that sound?
Liam Travers nods his head as Fire is over in the corner trying to recover from the Canadian Pain. As the Commissioner heads towards the back, Dan Manheim turns Travers around and kicks him in the midsection. Doubled over and prone, Liam Travers finds himself on the wrong end of a Cannonball sit-out power bomb! Dan Manheim leaves the ring with some Hammerfist Security escorts as both Liam Travers and Fire are left in the ring.
Franks: Well I don’t know what just happened there, Ray, but I guess we’ll have Liam Travers vs. Fire at Point of No Return.
Quadros: Liam Travers is going to get squashed like a bug by Fire. The American has about 80-pounds on that shrimp Canuck!
"Social Enemies..."
Written by: Andrew
(Mary Katherine is shown making her way through a more remote section of the backstage section of the arena; as she turns a corner, she sees Natalie Snow standing in front of her, with her arms folded, and the slightest of smirks flickering across her face.)
Natalie: Didn't think you'd show up, Mary Katherine.
M.K.: Didn't really want to, to be honest. The less that I see of you, the better. So..let's make this quick, because I have much better things to do than deal with the likes of you.
Natalie: Tsk Tsk! Such vitiriol! Did you know that hostility is a sign of sexual frustration, MK? And, given the hostility that you're dsiplaying at the moment, it's clearly apparent that you're still not getting any from the asshole you call a boyfriend!
M.K. (taking a step forward) : Don't start, you fucking whore, because I will be MORE than pleased to finish it!
Natalie:(taking a step forward so that they're standing nose to nose) Love to see you try, you bovine bitch! I still owe you an involuntary hsyterectomy for betraying me and Evan at Mob Rules...
M.K.: Well, then...no time like the present to try and make good on that little threat, eh, Nat?
Natalie: For once, we agree on something...
(The two women step back and drop into fighting stances, but, at that moment, the sound of a male voice clearing his throat can be heard. Natalie and MK turn their heads toward the dound of the voice, and find that it belongs to none other than Simon Retter. The PWA Board Member steps out of the shadows, and almost appears to be smiling through his mask as he regards the two ladies in front of him. )
Retter: Well, well..what an interesting sight...although, I can think of more appropriate venues for such an encounter...In the ring, perhaps? Or, possibly, in my private quarters?
(Natalie and MK exhange disgusted glances, but quickly smooth their features.)
M.K.: Simon Retter. Long time, no see.
Retter: Indeed. I have been somewhat...preoccupied..with certain matters, as of late..and this has impacted my ability to make public appearances.
Natalie: Really? You don't say. If you don't mind us asking, what matters could possibly have proved to be so..distracting..as to impact the profile of an individual who clearly relishes the time spent in the spotlight?
Retter: (after a brief, stony silence) Important matters, Miss Snow.
Natalie: Ah, yes...Important matters...and what matter could be more important than that of self-preservation?
Retter: I have no idea what you mean, Natalie.
Natalie: Well, there's the fact my dearest Evan defeated the two men that you designated as the future of the PWA, and did so in such resounding fashion that Valentine and Zex no longer seem willing, or even able, to compete in this federation...and, really, only did so to make a statement to the Board of Directors.
M.K.: There's also the fact that Evan and Jason aren't exactly thrilled with the Board's knee-jerk decision to refuse their perfectly reasonable demand for a special match stipulation for their impending encounter at Point of No Return...and expressed their displeasure in a number of different ways in their interactions with certain members of the Board...
Natalie: Like making VCR shit his pants, for example. Or kicking down the front door of the office leading to Jon Harkes' office.
M.K: Oh, and we can't forget the fact that the Angel put Butcher head-first through a flaming table, badly injuring him in the process.
Natalie: Nope...can't forget that...
MK: Of course, this wouldn't really have an impact on you. personally, Simon. After all, you're smart enough to know that this match is, indeed, something that NEEDS to happen.
Natalie: Plus, it's guarunteed to increase PPV buy rates, and to generate a considerable amount of income by virtue of DVD and merchandise sales. This match is money, Mr Retter..and we KNOW how much you like money...
(Retter stares at the two women, who are now smiling broadly, albeit in somewhat unfriendly fashion at him, and gives a barely perceptible shake of the head as he folds his arms in front of him.)
Retter: The two of you make some...intriguing..points. I may well give the matter some additional consideration.
Natalie: Please do.
M.k: It would be greatly appreciated.
(With that, MK and Natalie begin to walk away from Retter)
Retter: Um..what of the resolution to YOUR conflict, ladies..?
Natalie: Oh, we'll finish this some other time, Simon.
M.K.: Yeah...It can wait.
(Retter shakes his head as he spins on his heel, and walks away without saying another word. Natalie and MK watch him go for a moment, and then break out into slight grins.)
M.K.: Son of a bitch. Evan and Jason were right after all...
Natalie: Yeah, they called it when they said that Retter was a sucker for a pretty face, and a potential cat-fight...and that was the easiest way to draw him out of hiding.
M.K.: For sure. Well, we should go back to the locker room, and let them know that things went pretty well.
Natalie: Indeed...
(The two ladies begin to walk away, but Natalie stops abruptly and levels a meaningful stare at MK.)
Natalie: I really DO owe you a beating for Mob Rules...
M.K.: I really WILL try to finish you once and for all the next time we fight...
Natalie: Good. Nice to know we understand one another.
(With that, the two women walk off cmera without saying another word.)
Preparing for the Champion
Written by: Filth & Fury
Cutting backstage, we rapidly go to a shot of Tom Fury and Matt Filth inside a dressing room. Fury is sat in the cross-legged lotus position on the floor of the room, loudly humming a chant of some description. Filth, however, just sits in his place, shaking his head when his half-brother isn't glancing at him to check the progress of the exercise. Finally, a knock on a door sounds off-camera and Fury motions to Matt that he should answer. Annoyed by his half-brother's arrogance, Matt opens the door with a crash and roars at whoever knocked.
Timidly, Miranda Buck enters, wishing that she hadn’t drawn the short straw in interviewing Fury yet again. Filth mutters that she might just get a promotion if she survives. Miranda looks at Tom in his meditation and questions what on earth he’s doing in the Buddhist prayer position. Fury looks up at her, his concentration disturbed to his annoyance, and speaks: “Really? Shit…I was only trying to fight the fire of Jirayia Kaito with water…so he may be calmed in time for me to…” Miranda asks him to continue, but Tom’s sick smile is perhaps the best answer.
Miranda quickly changes the subject, pointing out that Kaito is the reigning World Champion. Fury scoffs, saying that if Kaito is the supposed top dog, then surely he deserves a crack at the belt, even if everyone and their wife thinks that he’s going to lose badly to Kaito. Miranda can be seen nodding her head, which again pisses Fury right off. He gets up (painfully), and looks straight into Miranda’s eyes and maliciously says “You can never count me out…” He then laughs sinisterly and finally Miranda can’t take the performance, so she has to leave the room for fear. After she has gone, Tom turns to Matt and mutters “you know, we really ought to sack that instructor- giving me Buddhist exercises to combat a Jap?” Both men shake their heads as the scene fades out.
Vendetta vs. Jason Price
Written by: Nathan
Vendetta and Jason Price made their way to the ring to their own music. Both men waited patiently in the ring until the referee rung the bell. Once he rung the bell, the two competitors went after each other. The match saw many big spots and near-falls. Jason Price had the match won on two or three occasions. Michael Bourne and JJ Biggs made their presence felt at ring-side by saving Vendetta when they needed two. In the end, Vendetta was able to hit his signature move and he got the pinfall for the victory.
Challenge
Written by: Okori
As Nighthawk stands in front of the interview location in the HSBC Arena we see Johnny Red off to his right holding a microphone. Clad as Nighthawk is in a USA Wrestling t-shirt, royal-blue-and-white two-tone shorts, and royal blue-and-white wrestling boots, the “Wrestling Machine” rolls his wrists in either direction.
Johnny Red: “So Nighthawk. Any thoughts on how you’re going to end this with Vendetta?”
Nighthawk: “Yes Johnny. At Point of No Return I’m going to make the following challenge. Me and you, Vendetta, in a Pure Wrestling Match. Let's see if you can follow the rules, kid. See you around.”
Liam Travers vs. Jason Sandman
Written by: Andrew
Franks: All right, our next match features the former World Champion, Jason Sandman, against the rising young up-and-comer, Liam Travers in one on one competition. This could be a lot of fun, Ray!
Quadros: For sure! It'll be a lot of fun watching Sandman destroy Travers, and send a statement in the process to another resident of Eastern Canada!
Franks: I assume you're referring to Terminus...
Quadros: No, I was referring to Mary Katherine. What better way to show your love than to beat the living hell out of someone? It's the gift that keeps on giving!
("Live Your Way" began to play over the loudspeakers, heralding the arrival of Jason Sandman and MK, who made their way to the ring while the crowd booed their appeareance. Then "Miseria Cantare" began to play, and Liam Travers appeared, getting a pretty decent pop from the crowd as he walked toward the ring. The two competitors stared at one another from opposite corners, before referee Steve Upshaw signaled for the opening bell.
At the sound of the opening bell, Liam and Jason began to circle the ring; Sandman then lunged forward toward his opponent, but Travers dropped down and took his opponent over to the mat with a sweet fireman's carry takedown. Travers immediately cinched in an armbar, but the former World Champion worked his way back up to his feet, and clocked his opponent in the jaw with a hard forearm. Liam stumbled back a step, and this allowed Jason to duck down, and deposit Travers onto the canvas with a nice single leg shoot into a back heel trip. Jason then began to apply a spinning toehold, but the Canadian kept his cool, and countered by reaching up with his free leg and kicking his his opponent down. Liam then kipped back up to his feet at the same time that Jason was scrambling to a standing position; the two stared at one another as the crowd applauded the exchange.
The two proceeded to lock up after a moment, and Liam took control by applying a standing writslock, before converting the hold into a hammerlock. Liam then spun his opponent around, and, while keeping his grip on the hold, arched back into a beautiful bridging northern lights suplex for the first cover of the match: 1...2...Sandman kicked out, but Travers kept the pressure on by reapplying the armwringer, before converting in into a top wristlock. Liam then wowed the crowd by leaping up and scissoring the arm between his legs, before dropping into a modified victory roll to put Jason back onto the mat. Travers then began to crank on the short-arm scissors, but Jason worked his way back up to his feet, and then deadlifted his opponent up into the air, before slamming him down hard onto his back with a modified sit-out powerbomb!
Sandman stared down at his stricken opponent for a second, and it seemed as though all emotion disappeared from his eyes as he let out a burst of low, sinister laughter that reiterated the fact that the Angel was about to make his presence felt in the match. Hauling his opponent back to his feet, Angel proceeded to deliver a series of brutal trapped-arm headbutts, before sending him flying across the ring with a Trapped Arm Suplex! Angel then broke out into a nasty grin as he watched his opponent struggle back to his feet, and then charged forward into his much-feared Venom's Strike Lariat that caused the Canadian to turn inside out upon impact! Cover! 1...........2............Kick Out!
Looking not at all displeased, The Angel pulled his opponent back up to his feet, and then proceeded to deliver a truly sick hooked-leg backdrop driver that caused Liam's head to bounce off the canvas in disturbning fashion. Rather than go for the cover, Angel lifted him back to his feet, doubled him over with a toe kick to to gut, and then hoisted him up for the Your Jesus Christ Pose Crucifix Driver! NO! Travers still had enough left to slide down his opponent's back and land on his feet, and, before his adversary could react, reached back, and took his opponent down hard with a hangman's neckbreaker!
Traver's took a moment to shake off the effects of the beating that he suffered, and then stared through narrow eyes at the Angel as he watched him slowly climb off the canvas. Travers then took his foe's legs out from under him with a well-placed dropkick to the knee, and then followed up with another standing dropkick..this one to the face! Cover! 1...2....Kick Out! Keeping the pressure on, Travers hauled his opponent up by the hair, and delivered a hard European Uppercut to send him staggering back into the ropes. Travers then tried to whip his opponent into the opposite strands, only to have Angel reverse the whip into a thunderous short-arm spinebuster!
Angel then ran his thumb across his throat as he hauled his opponent back to his feet, and set him up for the First Born's Demise! No! Travers shifted his weight to block the attempted Ganso Bomb, and then lifted his opponent up off the mat into a Hotshot that dropped his opponent throat-first across the top rope. Angel staggered backward, directly into a kick to the gut that left him doubled over. Travers immediately cinched in a front facelock, and then powered his opponent into the air, and dropped him hard onto his head with a vicious Brainbuster! The crowd went ballistic as Travers climbed back to his feet, and made his way up the turnbuckles in order to execute the Canadian Twilight 450; but gasped as they watched the Angel sit up, and then charged up the turnbuckles to meet Travers at the top! The two began to exchange punches, until the Angel stunned Liam with a headbutt...Angel then lifted Travers upisde down, and the crowd cried in horror as he looked to set up and AVALANCE FIRST BORN'S DEMISE! NO! Travers was somehow able to counter into a Rana that sent both men flying off the top rope to the arena floor!
Both men landed hard; Travers landing hard on his face, and looking all but knocked out, while Angel landed upside down against the guard-rail and looked to be in equally rough shape! Mary Katherine shoved the timekeeper off his chair, and then grabbed it and slowly sauntered over to where Travers lay, before lifting it up over her head and smashing it down on his head as he began to struggle to his knees! MK backed off a bit as she saw Angel rise, and make his way over to Liam while a sick smirk flickered across his face; so entranced was she by this sight that she failed to see that Natalie had emerged from the crowd, and was now in the ring. Miss Snow made Mary Katherine pay for this by propelling herself off the ropes into a specatular handspring corkscrew plancha dive that connected flush and sent the two women tumbling over the guard-rail and into the crowd!
Meanwhile, Terminus had also appeared at ringside, and was busy scaling the turnbuckles of the ring as he stared down at the Angel, who still seemed focused upon finishing Travers once and for all. The New Age Punisher sailed off the top into a spectacular Phoenix Dragonrana that send the two flying into the crowd as well. As MK and Natalie brawled and shrieked and raked at one another's eyes, Angel and Terminus laid into one another with punches, until Hammerfist security finally separated the two couples from one another!)
Franks: Well the match between Sandman and Travers has been declared a no-contest, I guess, but that's almost a secondary issue compared to what's happening at ringside right now! Terminus, Sandman, MK, and Natalie are still going at it, and it's going to take something special, I think, to get them to stop!
Quadros: Well, The Butcher has just appeared at the top of the entrance ramp..along with Simon Retter, Jon Harkes! And it looks like he's got something to say about this situation!
Butcher: TERMINUS! ANGEL! GET YOURSELVES AND YOUR WOMEN UNDER CONTROL, BECAUSE THERE'S SOMETHING THAT WE NEED TO SAY TO THE TWO OF YOU!!!!
(Butcher waits as the two couples stop resisting the efforts of security to pry them apart, and stare expentantly at the three men standing at the top of the stage. Butcher raises the microphone, and stares daggers at the four before he continues.)
Butcher: Over the past few weeks, I have had the distinct displeasure of watching the four of you use some pretty...unorthodox...tactics so that the two of you could have your little match at Point of No Return.
I had the displeasure of being put through a flaming table by you, Angel...Retter had the displeasure of watching his two acquisitions fall at your hands, Terminus...and Mr Harkes, and other members of the Board have had to contend with a mixture of strong-arm tactics and implied threats that have been uttered at every given opportunity.
Well, we have had ENOUGH of this!
It's time to address the situation, and address it once and for all!
Terminus...Angel...as far as I am concerned, if the two of you want to do your best to kill one another, then by all means, feel free to do so! And, as far as we are concerned, the more creative, and more brutal the match is, the more I'll enjoy the sight!
So...right here, right now....the three of us are here to tell you that your match stipulations for Point of No Return have been APPROVED! The match shall be known as The Final Solution..and shall involve...
(Butcher breaks out into a nasty grin)
Butcher: No...I'm not going to tell these fans what this match shall involved. Why waste potential buys for the PPV, after all?
(This results in a massive round of boos from the crowd.)
Butcher: But, gentlemen, know this...this match is ONLY going to take place if the two of you stop fighting one another this minute! Because I will NOT risk the loss of either of you due to injury when we have the chance to watch you two do the world a favor, and rid yourselves of each other once and for all!
Are we understood?
(Terminus and Angel exhange glances, and then slowly nod their heads toward the Butcher, who breaks out into an unfriendly smile.)
Butcher: Good..well, that settles that matter, then. I look forward to watching the
(Butcher, Retter and Harkes watch as security escort the two couples away from one another and out of the arena, and then step back through the exit, while the crowd breaks out into loud cheers.)
Franks: Well, Terminus-Sandman 2 is ON! And, from the sounds of it, it might be even more violent, and brutal than their first encounter!
Quadros: Absolutely! Butcher and the Board of Directors want to see these two guys tear one another apart at Point of No Return, and so do I! I just can't wait for this match to take place! I really cannot wait!
The Last Time?
Written by: Danny
Having just come back from commercial, the ring is empty and the fans in Buffalo are anxious to see what happens next. The opening cords of "What I Want" by Daughtry begins to play as the crowd jumps to its feet to cheer.
Franks: And here comes the man who will face London McCormack at Point of No Return for the PWA Light Heavyweight championship.
Quadros: Damn, I thought maybe we might be lucky enough to go another week without Chris Wilkins hanging around.
As the chorus starts to play, there's a quick burst of fireworks and Chris Wilkins appears from out of the back. Wearing a Point of No Return T-Shirt and blue jeans, he has his hair pulled back into a ponytail. Chris quickly walks down to the ring, slides in, and raises his arms to the fans. He grabs a microphone and the music cuts out.
Chris: Well, here I am. On a show that I created, without a match. At least I'm allowed at the arena this week. Last week, I showed up, didn't have a match, and was pretty much told not to be there. So, I left and started to think about it. And I thought to myself, who the hell wouldn't want Chris WIlkins on his show? And I only came up with one answer. The Butcher. Ever since I broke that prick's neck, I've been treated like a piece of crap by PWA.
Fans cheer in agreement.
Chris: However, I do have a match at Point of No Return. For a title. Against London McCormack. And if I don't win, I'm fired. So, I only have one choice. After Point of No Return, I'm gonna be the new PWA Light Heavyweight champion. Seems pretty simple, doesn't it?
But it's not. I respect London McCormack too much. I know going into the PPV that I have just as good of a chance of losing as I do of winning. But, if I lose, I'm gone. If London loses, he just loses his belt. I lose my job. It's gonna be a hell of a match, one I'm really looking forward to. Win or lose, me and London are gonna steal the show. And if it really is my last match in PWA, I'm going out with a bang. And well, if The Butcher doesn't like that, I'll just break his damn neck again.
Chris looks around to see if the crowd laughs, and he does get a few laughs.
Chris: Either way, if I lose or win, The Butcher isn't going to be happy. London McCormack and Chris Wilkins will be the talk of the show after our match and Butcher will just have to deal with it. Hopefully, he doesn't get involved. Cause if he does, he's gonna have both of us to deal with. But, The Butcher isn't my main concern. London McCromack is. How good is this kid? And you know that if I'm saying that he's good, than he must be good. So, I'm looking forward to a good match at Point of No Return and hopefully, I'll be on Violation next week as the new PWA Light Heavyweight champion. And if I'm not, well, it's been nice knowing ya'll.
As Chris drops the microphone, his music starts to play again. He walks to the back while the fans continue to cheer to him.
Franks: Is this the last time we'll be seeing Chris Wilkins on Violation?
Quadros: Man, I hope so.
Sid Luscious vs. Terminus
Written by: Jonn
Franks: In our next match up Ray, the quite insane Sid Luscious gets a chance to turn over a stone with an upset over Terminus!
Quadros: Indeed he does Carl! Tonight is his night, I can feel it!
Franks: The opportunity is there, but Terminus is not exactly a guy who is going to sit back and let himself be the opportunity!
Quadros: I have no freaking clue what you just said, but it sounded like you're saying Sid has no chance!
Franks: Not at all! I'm just saying in simpler terms, that if Sid Luscious wants to walk away as the victor tonight, he's going to have to be perfect and them some!
Quadros: He's already perfect. Thought everyone knew that by now.
Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first. Weighing in at 221 lbs and arriving from who the hell knows where. He is Sid “The Great” Luscious!!
("Victim" by Eighteen visions kicks up over the sound system as Sid makes his way down to the ring on his Chariot.)
Ferdinand: And his opponent. Weighing in at 190 lbs. He hails from Halifax, Nova Scotia. He is the former PWA World Heavyweight Champion. Here is, Terminus!!
(As "Stigmata" starts to play over the sound system, the lights go dim,and strobe lights flicker in time to the first set of drum beats. This pattern continues until the main riff of the song kicks in. When that happens, Terminus and appears at the top of the entrance ramp, standing amidst a shower of white fireworks while Natalie Snow. As the strobe lights flicker rapidly, the couple saunters toward the ring; Natalie acknowledges the crowd's cheering with a wide smile, while Terminus keeps his attention focused upon the ring. As they reach the ring, the New Age Punisher whispers something into Natalie's ear that causes her smile to grow even wider, and turns toward the crowd, and draws his thumb across his throat in the ever-popular throat slash gesture. As Natalie makes her way to his corner to lend her support, he then slides under the bottom rope,and then crouches in his corner, awaiting the beginning of the match.)
Franks: This match looks like it is getting ready to start. I think both men are going to give it their all judging by the looks on their faces.
Quadros: I never get sick of Luscious' ring entrance! He gets to ride out her on a chariot. A chariot Carl!
Franks: You're easily amused.
DING DING DING!
(The match begins with Sid Luscious bringing his thumb up to his neck and then scraping it across his throat. He points at Terminus and then down to the ground. Terminus looks out towards the fans and shakes his head, confused. Sid doing that to him is outrageous is his thoughts judging from his reaction. This irritates PWA's weirdest superstar who takes it upon himself to decimate the masked Canadian. Sid charges towards Terminus with a warrior's scream and receives a Drop Toe Hold for his futile efforts. Terminus takes a few steps backwards as Sid Luscious rights himself up to a standing position and charges towards Terminus once again. Terminus bends down just a little and uses Sid Luscious' momentum to land an Overhead Release Suplex that sends Sid flying through the air! Sid skids to a stop, but he isn't done as he hops up once more in complete defiance! He sprints towards Terminus once more and is the victim of a simple Hip Toss that causes him to land onto his back! Before he has a chance to move, Terminus executes a Standing Moonsault, covers up and goes for the pin attempt! 1....... 2........... THR- NO! Sid Luscious manages to escape the clutches of defeat with minimal time to spare!)
Franks: I don't know about anyone else, but I expected Sid Luscious to do a lot better than he is out there against Terminus!
Quadros: The match just started a few minutes ago Carl. He hasn't had a chance to warm up yet. It takes a “great” wrestler like himself a little while to get motivated!
Franks: I'll tell you right now, if he spends anymore time getting motivated, Terminus may pull off a win before he gets there!
Quadros: Oh please! Terminus went soft on the world and you know it! He sold out from the bad guys and decided he wanted to be good again. That means he can't even hurt a fly!
Franks: I'm not sure you're right Ray. Sid Luscious looks like he is getting his ass handed to him if you want my professional opinion.
Quadros: You totally underestimate the prowess and cunning of “The Great” one! He's waiting until Terminus lets his guard down. You'll see!
(Terminus doesn't waste time arguing with the referee and instead continues his momentum as he helps Sid Luscious to his feet. He looks out to the crowd who roar in appreciation for his commitment to being a dedicated wrestler. Terminus pays them back with a kick to Sid Luscious' knee. A kick to the other knee. A kick to Sid's hip. A kick to the other hip! Sid Luscious drops down to one knee unable to defend himself from the barrage of kicks from Terminus! Terminus nails him in the ribs. A kick to other set of ribs! A kick to one temple and then a kick to the other! Terminus takes a step back and Sid Luscious throws a wild punch much worse than a drunken college student. Terminus signals it's the end as he makes his way over to the closest corner. He hops up to the top rope facing out towards the crowd. He leaps off and spins around and rotates 450 degrees! Terminal Velocity! Terminus hooks a leg and goes for the three count! 1........ 2......... THREE! Sid Luscious doesn't even attempt a kickout!)
Franks: That was an unbelievable win for Terminus! I don't think Sid Luscious got even one offensive move in!
Quadros: There's got to be a conspiracy behind this, Carl! Sid Luscious must've been drugged or something!
Franks: That or totally outclasses and outwrestled!
Quadros: How dare you say that about Sid “The Great”! Sid doesn't lose like that unless someone drugs him! I know that for a fact!
Franks: Oh you do? How do you know it's a fact.
Quadros: Cause he told me so!
You've Got the Shot
Written by: Chris
Quadros: And we're going live to the back to the Premiere Champion, "HotShot" Chris Michaels.
(The camera switches to a scene in the back with "HotShot" Chris Michaels standing in front of the camera with the Premiere title draped over his shoulder.)
HotShot: Okay, so I've avoided this long enough. Not really avoiding it, just kinda ignoring it. Ryan Shane. You've been out here for the last month running your damn mouth. You say I'm too old, you say you're supposed to be the "true" champion. However, I say that I'm carrying the most prestigious title in the PWA. The title I earned, the title I defended. You seem so confident that you would've just walked into that finals of that tournament and just dominated. Well kid, you were, are and will continue to be wrong.
(Michaels takes the title off his shoulders and pushes it toward the camera.)
HotShot: However Ryan, I'm sick of people like you. You think this is what its all about?
(Michaels throws the title over his shoulder and to the ground.)
HotShot: Nope. I've dealt for the last six years with people telling me I'm too old, I'm over the hill, I don't have what it takes any more. Since the first time someone uttered that until today I've won two world titles, ten tag titles and numerous other titles, such as the Premiere title. But no matter what I do, some punk kid always comes along and thinks he's going to take me out. But you Shane, you're different. You don't just come out here and say you're going to beat me….you don't just say you're going to take my title…oh no you tell everyone that listens that you're going to end the career of the most charismatic superstar in wrestling history.
(Michaels looks deeply into the camera.)
HotShot: Be careful what you wish for kiddo. You are so bound and determined that you should be the Premiere champion, well at Point of No Return…you got it. You've got the shot. See if you can follow through on your words. But wait….there's more. You are so bound and determined that I need to get out of the way of people like you and McCormack and all you young lions. Well Shane, if you can back up your words, you get your wish. You beat me at Point of No Return….and I'll leave the PWA. Simple as that. The ball's in your court now Shane? Time for everyone to find out if you really are "right now." I've got my doubts.
(Camera goes back to the announce team.)
Kaito vs. Tom Fury
Written by: Jason
"Woke Up This Morning" by A3 blares over the arena speakers. 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 Fury demolishing opponents left, right and center. Tom Fury makes his way down to the ring with
Freddy Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for a one-fall! Introducing first... from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 224 pounds... TOM FURY!!!
Carl Franks: One half of the tandem of Filth And Fury, Tom Fury will be looking to make a splash in singles competition tonight! Unfortunately, he's up against our World Champion, Ray!
Ray Quadros: And!? Do you see Tom Fury, Carl!? I'm sure he can handle his own against a guy like Jiraiya Kaito!
While Tom Fury psyches himself up, the lights go out in the arena. A dragon roar is heard over the arena speakers as fire explodes from the stage area. Jiraiya Kaito is launched from underneath the stage and lands on one knee as the first opening riff of Acma's "Follow Your Generation" plays. Blue lights swoop throughout the arena at the same time. Upon the next riff, white lights swoop back in the opposite direction. On the third riff, blue lights swoop back in their original direction. As the song progresses, blue and white lights go into a strobe effect in tune with the music. Jiraiya Kaito looks up at the ring and stands up while the fans show their appreciation for him. He raises his World Heavyweight championship up in the air for all to see, and then begins to walk down to the ring with a look of determination on his face.
Freddy Ferdinand: And his opponent... from Naha, Okinawa, Japan, weighing in at 189 pounds... he is the PWA World Heavyweight champion... the "Seiryuu"... JIRAIYA KAITO!!!
Jiraiya Kaito leaps up onto the ring apron and then onto the top turnbuckle and faces the ring. He once again raises the World Title with one hand for all to see. He drapes the title over his shoulder and takes a deep breath before leaping off the top turnbuckle and lands on one knee while pounding the middle of the ring with a single fist, causing blue flames to erupt from all four ring posts. The lights return to normal as he looks up from his kneeling position. He stands upright and raises the title in front of him again for Tom Fury to see as the referee tries to get in between the two before any exchanges are made.
Carl Franks: You have to admire Jiraiya Kaito's guts, Ray! Every week since he's won the title, he's met everyone in that ring! He may not have defeated everyone, but just the simple fact that he's a fighting champion is enough to solidify him as our World Champion!
Ray Quadros: Yeah, but had he defended his title every week since winning it, we wouldn't be looking at a World Champion right now!
Jiraiya Kaito hands the belt over to the referee, but remains standing in front of Tom Fury. The referee is quick to hand the title over to the time keeper before trying to separate Kaito and Fury once again. Several seconds pass before he can finally create enough distance between them. After having checked both Kaito and Fury for illegal objects, he signals for the bell. (DING!) Kaito charges at Fury right from the start, but Fury expects it and knocks the champ down with a Clothesline. Kaito gets back up to his feet, only to get Clotheslined again by Fury. Kaito gets back up, only to have Fury back him up into the ropes and send him to the far side with an Irish Whip. Kaito comes back, ducks Fury's third Clothesline attempt, Fury turns around, and Kaito blasts him with a Flash Kick, temporarily putting Fury in a daze. Kaito is quick go to for an early finish by lifting Fury up for TODOME DA, but Fury slides down Kaito's back and attempts to take him over in a Sunset Flip. Kaito fights to stay standing while Fury fights to pull him down. A few seconds pass before Kaito leaps up and plants both feet in Fury's chest via Double Stomp. While Kaito remains standing on his chest, the the referee counts the pin, but Fury kicks out just before 2.
Carl Franks: You sometimes forget how lethal Kaito's feet are until he does something like that!
Ray Quadros: Which is why Tom Fury needs to knock Kaito off of his feet and keep him off!
Kaito picks Fury up and backs him into the corner. Kaito blasts Fury's chest with a few Stiff Kicks, but Fury manages to catch the last one and turn the tide against the Seiryuu with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip into the ropes. Fury begins working on the leg some more by turning the Seiryuu over, planting a foot behind the knee, lifting his leg up and executing a Knee Smash. Kaito holds his leg in pain and begins scurrying for the ropes, but Fury grabs a hold of the leg and uses it to pull Kaito back to the center of the ring. Fury executes another Knee Smash on Kaito's leg. Fury picks Kaito up, lifts him up by his leg and brings him back down with another Knee Smash, this time across his own knee. Fury goes for a Figure Four, but Kaito shoves him off with his good foot and Fury ends up recoiling off the ropes. Kaito rolls him up for a School Boy pin... 1... 2... KICKOUT!
Carl Franks: Kaito almost snatched defeat from Fury right there!
Ray Quadros: He just doesn't wanna get hurt by Tom Fury! That's our champion for ya!
Carl Franks: I notice a hint of sarcasm, Ray!
Ray Quadros: A hint? That was more of a cup full!
Kaito tries to make his way back up to his feet, but Fury cuts him off with a Dropkick aimed at the champ's head. Fury picks Kaito up... Snap DDT! Fury follows up with a quick Leg Drop across the throat of the champ. Cover... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Fury picks Kaito up and sets him up for a Suplex... but Kaito fights his way out of it and lands behind Fury. Kaito wraps his arms around Fury's waist and tries for a German Suplex, but Fury runs for the ropes and uses them to recoil Kaito off of him. Kaito rolls through as Fury charges him... K.O. Kikku! Fury goes down hard as Kaito limps over to him. He places a foot on Fury's chest to go for the cover... 1... 2.. Fury moves Kaito's foot off of his chest. Kaito stomps at Fury with his good leg. Kaito runs the ropes, comes back, and executes the Rolling Thunder on Fury. He stands back up, shakes some feeling back into his presumed bad leg, and follows through with a Standing Moonsault, but Fury gets the knees up! Fury's back up on his feet. He sets Kaito up... Snap Suplex! Cover... 1... 2... WHAT!? Fury rolls Kaito up off the mat, keeping him locked in his grasp. They stand back up... another Snap Suplex! Cover... 1... 2... Fury rolls Kaito up off the mat again! They stand back up... Brainbuster! Fury finally settles for the cover this time... 1... 2... 2.75! Kaito kicks out!
Carl Franks: What a series of suplexes from Tom Fury! He almost had the champ down for the count!
Ray Quadros: He's instilling that false sense of confidence in Kaito! Kaito's gonna think he still has a chance of winning, and then Fury's gonna cut him off!
Fury goes up top while Kaito is down. He waits for the right moment to strike... but to his surprise, Kaito finds him up top and leaps up to the top turnbuckle with him! Kaito goes for a Superplex attempt, but Fury begins punching away at Kaito's ribs and head! One Headbutt from Fury sends Kaito crashing back down to the canvas. Fury tries to get his bearings back as he steadies himself back up on the top turnbuckle. Here comes Kaito again as he takes Fury's legs out from under him, causing him to land crotch-first on the top turnbuckle! OHHHH!!! Kaito climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and tries to Superplex Fury off the top again, but Fury grabs onto the top rope. Kaito becomes enraged and begins pummeling away at Fury with Forearm Shots aimed at his head. With Fury in a daze, Kaito sets him up... Avalanche TODOME DA... not quiiiiiiiiiiiiite... Fury's up... and slides down Kaito's back, landing on his feet in the ring! Fury grabs Kaito by the waist of his shorts... and Powerbombs him from the middle turnbuckle to the mat! Fury uses the ropes for leverage as the referee goes for the count... 1....................................... 2........................................... the referee sees Fury's feet on the ropes!
Carl Franks: Good eyes, ref! Fury was trying to steal victory from the champ!
Ray Quadros: So? You gotta pull off an upset against a guy like Kaito somehow! Why not cheat to do it!?
Fury becomes enraged! After jawing off at the referee, he returns his attention to Kaito, who meets him with several Stiff Kicks aimed at his chest. Kaito runs the ropes, comes back... Flying High Kick... no! Fury side steps him and Kaito catches nothing but air! Kaito lands back on his feet, turns around... Fury kicks him in the gut, doubling him over... FKO!!! Kaito goes down like a ton of bricks! Fury goes for the cover with his feet on the bottom ropes out of view of the referee! 1...................................... 2............................................. Kaito's struggling to kick out....................... THREE!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
"Woke Up This Morning" by A3 blares over the arena speakers as Fury slides out of the ring and celebrates his victory by the entrance ramp! Matt Filth joins him in the celebration as Kaito becomes livid, yelling at the referee that Fury had his feet on the ropes!
Freddy Ferdinand: Here is your winner... TOM FURY!!!
Carl Franks: Well that was a cheap victory for Tom Fury! Everyone saw that he had his feet on the ropes! But it's the referee's call that stands official! I don't like it, but it's official!
Ray Quadros: I like it! Cheat to win! And what a win that is! Tom Fury just got bragging rights!!! I love it!!!
Kaito is disgusted by how the match turned out as Tom Fury and Matt Filth continue the celebrations. The fans let them have it with chants of "BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT!" as they make their way back to the locker room area. Kaito kicks the bottom rope in disgust before exiting the ring himself. A few of the fans lined up at ringside agree with him that it was fucked up how he lost as the scene ends.
'Rememberence and Prayer'
Written by: ????
The lights flicker throughout the arena as the crowd comes to a quaint silence. The tron flickers a few times before turning on. No sound, no picture; merely words.
Remember and Pray, this day your lives once again turn upside down, so it shall be written, so you shall pay. He awakens.
Summer Navigation Tour:
Nighthawk vs. "HotShot" Chris Michaels
Written by: Neil
"Superstar" by Saliva hits the PA as the "HotShot" comes through the curtain. He walks slowly down the ramp with a big smile on his face and the Premiere Championship around his waist. He takes the steps into the ring and mounts the second turnbuckle to give a one fist salute as well as show off his gold.
While Chris Michaels 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.
Franks: This should be an interesting one, Ray. The first time these two have matched up.
Quadros: This is a Summer Navigation Tour match? I thought we were done with that.
Franks: Well my script says we’re not.
Quadros: You have a script? Man you’re worse than I thought, Carl.
Referee Pierre French calls for the bell and this match is underway. The two circle around the ring and then lock up. Nighthawk gains the upper hand on the Premiere Champion and tosses him aside with an arm drag. Michaels pops back up though and shoots in on Nighthawk with a forearm that catches the Chicago native off guard. Michaels pushes Nighthawk back into a corner and unleashes some chops. WHOOO! Referee French wants a clean break so Michaels gives it to him with an Irish whip. Reversed by Nighthawk and here comes Chris Michaels on the rebound. A kitchen sink by Nighthawk up ends the Premiere Champion and a follow up drop kick to the back of the head sends Michaels sprawling out of the ring to collect himself.
Nighthawk wants Michaels back into the ring and fakes a plancha to the outside. Chris Michaels slides in as Nighthawk lands on the apron. Shoulder to the midsection through the ropes by Chris Michaels. Solid vertical suplex off of the apron and into the ring by the Premiere Champion! Running rolling senton by Chris Michaels onto Nighthawk and he hooks the leg! 1!…2!…THR…KICK OUT!
Franks: Good work here so far by the Premiere Champion.
Quadros: Too bad his career may be ended at Point of No Return by Ryan Shane. I wish Nighthawk’s career would end first!
Michaels picks up Nighthawk and whips him hard into a corner. The Premiere Champion runs in with an elbow smash but Nighthawk ducks and rolls out of the corner! Arm drag by Nighthawk! Michaels up again! Another arm drag by Nighthawk! Chris Michaels pops back up and throws a wild clothesline attempt! Ducked by Nighthawk and he executes a rolling wrist snap that sends Michaels sprawling again! Follow up guillotine leg drop by Nighthawk and he hooks the leg! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT! Nighthawk quickly pops up and hops onto the top turnbuckle. He jumps off just as Michaels is getting to his feet and collects him with a Tornado DDT! Another cover by Nighthawk! 1!…2!…THR…KICK OUT!!
Franks: Nighthawk is increasing the pace of this match.
Quadros: Yeah but Chris Michaels can still move for a 40 year old man.
Nighthawk picks the Premiere Champion up and gives him a solid spinning back breaker. Up to the top turnbuckle goes Nighthawk again. He takes off with a floating moonsault that almost looks like it was in slow motion! BAM! Chris Michaels popped his knees up and Nighthawk landed on them hard! Nighthawk is rolling around like he broke some ribs while Chris Michaels is getting to his feet. Michaels pulls Nighthawk up from behind and tossed him with an over the head release German suplex! Cover by Michaels! 1...2...THRE…NO! KICK OUT!
Chris Michaels applies an old fashioned Figure Four leg lock that puts Nighthawk in an uncomfortable position. Referee French asks Nighthawk if he wants to give up! NO! Michaels tries to apply more pressure by pulling the foot back on Nighthawk! Do you want to give up, Nighthawk?! NO! Nighthawk powers himself up and over to his side! Chris Michaels is starting to lose leverage! He trying to maintain control of the Figure Four! Nighthawk spins over and begins putting all the pressure on Chris Michaels’ legs! Now French wants to know if Michaels will give up! NO! The Figure Four is released and both men lay on the canvass for a moment to catch their wind.
Franks: Both men utilized that figure four to wear down the other, Ray! Whoever has enough left could win this match!
Quadros: You know what they say about old men and their knees!
Both men get to their feet slowly and chop away! Nighthawk with a chop! WHOOOO! Michaels with a chop! WHOOOO! Another by Nighthawk! WHOOOOO! Another by Michaels! WHOOOOO! Nighthawk! WHOOOOO! Michaels! WHOOOOO! Nighthawk! WHOOOO! Michaels! WHOOOOO! Nighthawk! Michaels! Nighthawk! Michaels! N! M! N! N! Nighthawk! WHOOOO! Kick to the midsection by Chris Michaels stops Nighthawk’s momentum! Side Russian leg sweep by the Premiere Champion! Cover! 1!…2!…THRE…NO! KICK OUT!
Michaels has had enough and puts Nighthawk into a tree of woe and walks to the other side of the ring. He runs towards Nighthawk and connects with a baseball slide to the face! OH!! Nighthawk falls out of the corner and curls up into a ball. Follow up springboard moonsault by Michaels and he makes the cover! 1!…2!….2.999912131!!! Chris Michaels can’t believe it!
Quadros: Count faster French!
Franks: Chris Michaels is finding out all about Nighthawk tonight, Ray. He won’t give up.
Michaels gets to his feet and waves out to the Buffalo fans as he calls for the Why Me? He waits for Nighthawk to get to his feet and reaches out to finish off his opponent. Nighthawk counters though with a jumping hammerlock short-ranged lariat he calls the Vacuum Twist! Standing moonsault press by Nighthawk for the cover! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!! Nighthawk keeps the pressure on Chris Michaels as he whips the Premiere Champion towards the ropes only to collect him with an on the fly South Side Crush! The Double Hammerlock Belly to Back Inverted Mat Slam stuns Michaels as Nighthawk once again makes the cover! 1!...2!…2.99994132121!!!
Franks: Another big kick out in this match, Ray! This time from Chris Michaels!
Quadros: Nighthawk is founding out why Michaels is PWA’s premiere wrestler and only champion that matters!
The crowd starts booing as here comes Vendetta and his two man posse of JJ Biggs and Michael Bourne down to the ring! Nighthawk sees them and runs towards the ropes. He flies over the top rope and takes out all three with a handspring moonsault out of the ring! The crowd pops as Nighthawk emerges from the mess of bodies with an arm raised in the air!
Here comes Chris Michaels out of the ring and clubs Nighthawk from behind! He shoulder blocks Nighthawk back first into the ring apron as he doesn’t care about any of Nighthawk’s extra drama tonight. He just wants to win this match. Michaels rolls Nighthawk into the ring and stomps on him. OH! Sit-out Fisherman’s buster by the Premiere Champion lays Nighthawk out!
Franks: That can’t be good for Nighthawk’s neck!
Quadros: To the top turnbuckle Chris Michaels goes as he’s looking to finish this thing with style!
A pissed off Vendetta slides into the ring and starts stopping on Nighthawk before Michaels can even do anything. Referee Pierre French calls for the bell thanks to the unneeded disqualification. OH! Vendetta finished Nighthawk off with the Fatal Attraction! The crowd starts booing loudly as Vendetta is down in the face of Nighthawk screaming at him about something.
Ferdinand: The winner of this match due to disqualification….Nighthawk!
The crowd continues to boo Vendetta as Chris Michaels jumps off the top turnbuckle. He’s pissed over what just happened and pushes Vendetta. The youngster doesn’t like that at all and pushes back! The Premiere Champion decides he’s had enough of these young PWA punks so he just plasters Vendetta into the canvass with the WHY ME?!
He grabs the Premiere Championship from Referee French as the crowd is cheering. JJ Biggs slides Vendetta out of the ring and tries to take the young man backstage with Michael Bourne. Biggs is looking back towards Chris Michaels and telling him “you’re not premiere! You’re not premiere!”
Franks: Vendetta decided to get involved in this match and ended up giving Nighthawk the victory under shady circumstances.
Quadros: That’s not a victory! That’s a no contest! Nighthawk was clearly beat!
Leave Before You Get Hurt
Written by: Muru
[The match between Chris Michaels and Nighthawk has just ended and Hot Shot is still in the ring. As he is getting ready to exit Ryan Shane appears at the top of the ramp. He isn’t dressed to wrestle but in jeans and t-shirt. He has a microphone in his hand]
Ryan Shane: Hang on for just a minute Chris. I know you are probably in a hurry to get out of here but I have a few things I would like to say to you. I know that losing tonight was the last thing you thought would happen. But I am going to ask you to focus on me right now. It is the least you can do. You have been ignoring me and finally tonight decide you are going to address the situation. You have not only been ignoring me but you have been hiding because you know what is going to happen when we come face to face. I am going to beat you and take the Premiere title that is rightfully mine. There is not one fan here tonight who would disagree…
[He is met with a mixture of cheers and boos]
Ryan Shane: The real reason I came out here tonight was not to make claims or predict what will happen. I came out here to say this, I am proud of you Chris. I honestly am. For the first time in your drawn out career you have finally stopped being selfish. You finally realized that the world does not revolve around you. It is about time. For are to long you have held guys like me back and it all ends at Point of No Return. Deep down inside I think you know that. That is why you are willing to put your PWA Career on the line. You are doing the right thing because you know there is little chance you could ever compete again after facing me. You are washed up. Hot Shot is dead, all I see is no shot.
[Chris Michaels is asking for a microphone as the fans are turning on Shane even more]
Ryan Shane: Don’t even think of cutting me off Michaels. You had your chance and now you are going to shut up and listen. You are going to show me the respect I deserve. There aren’t going to be any more backhanded compliments about how I am the best young talent in wrestling today all the while you sit there on your throne like you are untouchable. You are a coward Michaels and you always will be. Go home and tell your kids how their dad wasn’t around because he was afraid. You are afraid of everything Michaels. You are not a man Chris, you are nothing but a p..
Chris Michaels: Hey kid! You might want to shut your mouth before I shut it for you.
Ryan Shane: You threatening me Michaels? You want nothing to do with me and now you want to run your mouth while I am all the way up here?
Chris Michaels: Well there is nothing stopping you from coming down here is there? You want this belt so bad why don’t you come and get it?
Ryan Shane: I bet you would like that wouldn’t you. Have me come down there and take you out tonight so you can skip out of the title match and save your career.
Chris Michaels: Who is making excuses now Shane?
[Ryan lets his temper get the best of him and he marches towards the ring as Michaels waits. The fans are cheering in anticipation of the two men clashing]
Chris Michaels: You got balls…
Ryan Shane: Damn right I do…and now I am going to give you the chance to walk away before you get hurt.
Chris Michaels: Alright you win Shane. I will leave before I get hurt…
[Chris Michaels drops his microphone and begins to exit through the ropes as the fans boo in disappointment. Shane turns his back on Michaels and raises his hands to the crowd as “Right Now” by Van Halen plays throughout the arena]
Franks: It looks like cooler heads are going to prevail tonight, but these two men do not like each other.
Quadros: I think Michaels is indifferent, the emotion Shane is showing though…I think it’s hate.
[As Shane is still playing to the crowd Chris Michaels has a change of heart and is still in the ring. He puts the Premiere title on the mat and looks like he is waiting for Ryan Shane to turn around. Michaels kicks him in the gut and then nails a front Russian leg sweep]
Franks: Why Me!!!
Quadros: I bet Shane is asking himself that “right now”.
[Michaels picks up the Premiere title and lays it across the waist of Shane who is out. Michaels raises his hands to a chorus of surprise cheers. He then picks up a microphone]
Chris Michaels: I hope you like wearing the Premiere title because that is the closest you will ever come as long as it is around my waist!
[Michaels picks up the title and raises it into the air as Superstar by Saliva erupts through the HSBC Arena]
Franks: Michaels just showed what years of experience can do edge wise as Shane is just now coming to in the ring.
Quadros: If you ask me “HotShot” might have just made things a lot worse.
An 'OddShot'
Written by: Dan
["The Franchise" Dade Davis is sitting in his locker room. Michelle, the woman who he has been seeing from back home in Boston, Massachusetts is in the locker room talking to him. As the two converse, "HotShot" Chris Michaels walks into the room, with the Premiere Title slung over his shoulder. Dade, still not on great terms with Michaels, jumps up quickly with an inquisitive look on his face.]
Franchise: Chris.
HotShot: Hey Dade.
Franchise: You need something man.
HotShot: Yeah, I just wanted to say that...in case last week was officially the last time that "HotShot" Chris Michaels and Dade Davis ever share the same ring...it's been a pleasure.
[Chris extends his hand. Dade stops and looks on confused before extending his own hand to shake Chris']
Franchise: You ok? You are acting more like "OddShot" than "HotShot."
HotShot: I'm.....good. It's been fun.
[Dade looks back at Michelle confused then looks back at Chris.]
Franchise: Yeah, for the most part, it has.
[Michaels starts to walk away then stops and turns back to Dade.]
HotShot: Hey kid.....In that ring, you go do what you have to do. You got this.
Franchise: Thank you Chris, you too.
HotShot: And Dade...outside of that ring...do the right thing.
[With that, HotShot exits the locker room and Dade turns back to Michelle completely confused.]
Franchise: What the hell was that about?
Michelle: I have no idea, but don't let anything get in your head. You still have this great mystery master plan in your head.
[Dade's look turns from confusion to his trademark devilish grin.]
Franchise: Oh yeah.
[With that, Dade kisses Michelle goodbye, grabs a roll of tape for his wrists and exits the locker room.]
Carl Franks: Well Dade Davis seems ready to go. The final and possibly deciding match of the Kaito Invitational is up next!
Kaito Invitational:
Dade Davis vs. Cross Recoba
Written by: Dan
Carl Franks: It is now time for this big main event match and Ray, the level of intrigue and importance of this match has fluxuated so much in the past eight days.
Ray Quadros: This is true. I mean, it’s important because a win or a draw gives Dade Davis the world title shot at Point of No Return on Pay Per View. A loss for him puts us in quite a pickle as each man would have two wins, though both Recoba and Captain Howdy did get bye wins over the quitter Mystic J.
Franks: And a still important note is what Cross Recoba shows up. Will it be the former lightweight champion blue chipper? Or will it be the Cross Recoba of last week, who’s performance was….we’ll say uninspired.
Quadros: Nicer than I would have been.
Franks: I know. Anyway folks, it’s time for the main event, let’s go to Freddy.
Freddy Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the final match in the Kaito Invitational.
[“Space Dementia” by Muse hits and Cross Recoba appears as the fans greet him with a mixed reaction. Recoba seems humbles as he adjusts his tapped wrists and makes his way towards the ring.]
Freddy Ferdinand: Introducing first, he is originally from Chicago, Illinois and now resides in Las Vegas, Nevada. Weighing in at 230 pounds and standing 5 feet, 10 inches tall…..Cross Recoba!
[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.]
Freddy Ferdinand: And his opponent, he is from Boston, Massachusetts. He weights 265 pounds and stands 6 feet, 6 inches tall. “The Franchise” Dade Davis!
[As Ferdinand begins to take his exit from the ring, Dade Davis snatches the microphone out of his hand and motions for him to keep walking.]
Franchise: It’s ok fatty, keep going….I got this.
[Fans boo loudly.]
Franchise: Oh whatever. I could have stayed in Canada to hear inbred idiots boo….Hey guy in the production truck….yeah, we talked earlier….put it up!
[As Davis says this, a clock set at 20 minutes appears on the big screen above the entrance way. Recoba drops his shoulders in disgust as Davis just grins.]
Franchise: Hey, if our precious world champion can use that to save himself, then I sure can make sure that PWA standard 20-minute time limit is relevant tonight. Like I said all week Cross, you have to beat me…not the other way. Let’s do this.
[Davis tosses the microphone out of the ring and referee Steve Upshaw calls for the bell.]
[Bell Sounds]
Franks: Well we are underway and that is a pretty cheap trick by Dade Davis.
Quadros: Cheap Trick was a great band of the 80’s Franks….That was a brilliant and very correct move by The Franchise.
Franks: Recoba and Davis move in for that traditional old school collar and elbow tie up and Davis has a significant advantage here of eight inches and he uses that reach to step in and slap Cross Recoba! Now Recoba charges towards Dade and he runs his hyde out of the ring, away from the wirey Cross Recoba!
Quadros: Real brainy move Recoba.
Franks: And what is Dade Davis, he’s standing outside of the ring like he has all day.
Quadros: I know what he’s doing.
Franks: This is shameful Ray. Dade Davis now tapping his wrist and pointing up at that clock. He is just running time off this clock.
Quadros: He doesn’t have to beat Cross Recoba.
Franks: But who wants to win a world title shot like this? At least Steve Upshaw is now counting. A count-out will not help Dade.
Quadros: He already earned his world title shot by demolishing Captain Howdy and Mystic J. Not to mention, he holds a pinfall victory over Kaito. And see, he’s back in as Steve Upshaw reaches a count of nine.
Franks: Recoba mouths the word ‘finally’ as Davis now slips back out on the other side of the ring. This is just terrible and these fans hate Dade Davis even more than usual for this behavior and he is just shrugging off the boos.
Quadros: Haters.
Franks: Haters? Really? Did you just say that?
Quadros: Fo’ shizzle!
Franks: I need a new partner….and look at this, Recoba is now on the outside too and he chases Dade partially around the ring where Davis slides back in. As Cross joins him in the ring, he is met with a big boot to the back of the head from Davis.
Quadros: Don't cross "The Franchise"
Franks: And as Davis has Recoba pinned down with that big foot, look who has found his way to ringside. It's the world champion Jiraiya Kaito.
Quadros: Get out of here Kaito! What is this? Kaito is setting up a chair at the end of the entrance way ringside!
Franks: Out here to observe Dade just at Davis did two weeks back when Kaito faced off with Chris Michaels.
Quadros: Booooo!
Franks: Dade Davis apparently is ready to fight at least a little bit now in the presence of Kaito and he stomps away on Recoba. Dade now bounces off the far rope and drops a sharp elbow into the back of Recoba. Dade Davis with a quick cover. 1....2....no, Davis pulls Recoba up.
Quadros: Dade doesn't have to win.
Franks: Yeah Ray, that seems to be a re-occuring theme that I am pretty sure we have all caught onto at this point.
Quadros: Cranky.
Franks: Dade Davis glances down at Kaito as he is pulling Cross Recoba to his feet and whips him off the rope, following him with a killer clothsline. Ray, this is the second week in a row that we really have not seen anything from Cross Recoba.
Quadros: Stop making excuses. It's not Cross Recoba's badness, it's Dade Davis' awesomeness.
Franks: Anway, Davis goes working away at the right knee of Recoba now. Both of these men have been known in their careers to be decent submission wrestlers yet they don't use them very much in PWA. And after a few more stomps here at that knee, Dade Davis goes into one of the corners and just lays back against the turnbuckle, watching more time tick off that clock.
Quadros: He doesn't.....
Franks: Just stop.
Quadros: .............
Franks: Dade Davis back to the offensive now as he picks Recoba up with a scoop slam. Davis is being very elementary here, trying almost to embarass Cross Recoba. Davis picks him back up and nails Cross Recoba with a swinging neckbreaker! Dade celebrates as the referee checks Cross out. He doesn't appear to be moving here.
Quadros: Not like he was much before.
Franks: Dade now looks like he might even be concerned and he goes over to check Cross out and......roll up! 1.....2.....last second kick out! Cross Recoba just played possum to perfection and almost trapped Dade Davis with that small package. Davis does not look happy as Recoba charges forward. And now Davis is hiding behind the referee, using him as a shield as Recoba charges forward on offense!
Quadros: And Recoba has no choice but to back off. He can't hit the referee going after Davis or he might get disqualified.
Franks: Things playing into Davis' hands now as he slides back outside of the ring and looks into the crowd, pointing at his head. And now here comes Kaito around the ring. The world champion is making sure that Dade Davis earns this. And Davis just shrugs Kaito off, but wait......
Quadros: Dade, watch out!
Franks: Davis turns around in time to get met with a huge suicide dive from Cross Recoba! The former Lightweight champion came flying over the top rope and both men are down in a heap on the floor as the referee begins the count.
Quadros: And this doesn't matter to Dade Davis, but Cross Recoba has to get back in that ring.
Franks: The count hits four as each men are getting to their feet. Dade grabs Cross' foot from behind to keep him from getting back into the ring, but Recoba responds with a big backwards inziguri! Davis is down and Recoba is clutching the apron pulling himself into the ring!
Quadros: Oh damn.
Franks: Recoba is in the ring on seven and he may win this by countout! And then what?!
Quadros: The world ends.
Franks: Dade Davis is scrambling and he makes a giant leap from the floor to the apron just as the count is nine and three-quarters! I have never seen Dade Davis, as mobile as he may be, move like that before.
Quadros: This means everything, he doesn't want a countout to cost him.
Franks: Cross Recoba takes no time in pounding on Dade, not letting him get any recovery time just inside the ropes. Recoba up with Davis and puts him back down on the mat with a neckbreaker. Recoba with a cover. 1.....and a big kick out by Davis.
Quadros: He can't pin Dade Davis, it is that simple.
Franks: He may not need too. Cross with a couple of boots to the neck of Davis and he is now locking him in a dragon sleeper. The referee checking with Dade, but he refuses to quit and he may end up unconscience. I do not see Dade Davis actually taping out here. Davis now actually powering to his feet and I think Dade Davis is getting a second wind and Davis to his feet and flips backwards into The Franchiser! Dade Davis just did a backflip over Cross Recoba, out od the dragon sleeper and into his patented inverted DDT!
Quadros: That actually may be the most amazing thing I have seen Davis do yet in PWA.
Franks: And Dade Davis is screaming at Cross Recoba now! I think Dade Davis has had enough of just settling for the draw. I think he now wants Cross Recoba's blood. Davis picking Cross Recoba up and locking his almost lifeless body in a torture rack, but now comes down with him into a Death Valley Driver! Davis calls that The Afterburn and it is the first time we have seen him use that move here in the PWA.
Quadros: This is over.
Franks: Davis looks possessed. And I don't think he's ever going to bother with No Class, he has Recoba out. Davis lays down with his back on Recoba and his arms folded in front of him as the referee makes the count. 1....2....3! A non-chalant cover and Dade Davis has accomplished one of his big goals.
[Bell Sounds]
Freddy Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match AND the winner of the Kaito Invitational, the new number one contender to the PWA World Title...."The Franchise" Dade Davis!
Franks: And Dade Davis jumps to his feet and stares right at the champion, who is now up by the entrance way again.
[As Davis points at Kaito, the champion simply nods at Davis, then holds up his world title belt. As Kaito begins to turn and head to the back, Dade Davis grabs the mic again from Freddy Ferdinand.]
Franchise: Hey, where you going Ping Pong?
[Kaito stops and turns around as another Dade Davis nickname seems to strike a nerve in him.]
Franchise: I worked this hard since High Stakes. This thing started with you and it's going to end with you. Get down here, let's give Buffalo a little preview!
[Crowd pops as Kaito just shakes his head no.]
Franchise: Fine, Cross can thank you then.
[Davis drops the microphone and then drops down to the mat and locks Recoba in a crossface submission. As Recoba screams out and reaches to the ropes, Kaito starts to head to the ring, then stops. Dade wrenches back again and Kaito slides into the ring. Davis jumps up and the two get right up to eachother as referee Steve Upshaw tries to seperate them. As the rest of the referees and several road agents make their way into the ring, Davis lifts his jaw, taps it a few times and mouths 'take your shot' to Kaito.]
Franks: Dade Davis does not want to wait!
[Kaito just shakes his head no, showing Dade his personal honor will not allow him to take a cheapshot at The Franchise. Dade just lets out a maniacal laugh.]
Franks: I don't think the champion is going to bite.
Quadros: Chicken shit.
Franks: Folks we are out of time for the 38th installment of Violation. Expect fireworks at Point of No Return. Things are hot between Davis and the world champion. Can Kaito hold off the emerging veteran? We will see you all on Pay-Per-View!
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