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Violation 39
Sunday, September 7th, 2008
Prudential Center in Newark, NJ
Now What?
Written by: Neil & Jason
The Premiere Wrestling Alliance theme song kicks up as a video package shows highlights from Point of No Return. Liam Travers hitting Fire with the Canadian Cataclysm. Tom Fury executing a moonsault only for Captain Howdy to turn that into a shoulder breaker. Nighthawk applying the Hangman’s Clutch on Vendetta. Ryan Shane with a Someday Snap on Chris Michaels to win the Premiere Championship. Jason Sandman and Terminus beating each other senseless with explosions and a collapsing cage wall. And Dade Davis with the No Class on Jiraiya Kaito to win the PWA World Heavyweight Championship.
Now some pyrotechnics fly into the air here at the Prudential Center in Newark, NJ as diehard PWA fans cheer on the show. The camera crew zooms around the arena getting shots of fans and then settles down on the classic announce team of Carl Franks and Ray Quadros.
Franks: Welcome everybody to the next installment of PWA…Violation 39! What an event we have lined up for tonight as the fallout from Point of No Return has rocked PWA to it’s core! Tonight, we have some new talent ready to make their debut as well as a Summer Navigation Tour match-up between Nighthawk and Cross Recoba! And in tonight’s main event, former PWA World Heavyweight Champion, Jiraiya Kaito, will square off with Captain Howdy!
Quadros: But will he really be the FORMER Champion, Carl? Or will the Commissioner give him the title back?
Franks: I don’t know, Ray. Commissioner Butcher is out in the ring with both the vacant Premiere and World Heavyweight Championships and looks ready to give his decision on what he’s going to do with them. Let’s take it to the ring to hear what the Commissioner has to say.
The camera pans onto the PWA ring where Commissioner Butcher is indeed standing there with a microphone in hand. He’s dressed sharp tonight in a bone colored suit and tan shirt underneath, top unbuttoned. In front of him is a table with a P.W.A. drape over the top. And perfectly on display are the vacant Premiere Championship and PWA World Heavyweight Championship set on top of the table. Freshly polished and cleaned to remove the filth that encompassed them at the conclusion of Point of No Return, the vacant titles look ready to regain what was lost last week.
The Commissioner looks ready as well as he waits for the crowd to die down. He pulls the microphone up to his lips as the camera moves in on the unpleasant sneer across his face.
Commissioner Butcher: Good evening ladies and gentlemen. PWA fans around the world and those in attendance tonight at the Prudential Center in Newark, New Jersey.
The crowd pops at the sound of their hometown being mentioned.
Commissioner Butcher: Good to see some people show some enthusiasm for PWA. I could have sworn going into Point of No Return this company was on life-support. In fact, many believed we would never see another PWA event again following that pay-per-view. Certain people around here all ready had the funeral planned and the dirt ready to thrown on us. I’d hate to be the bearer of bad news, guys, but we’re still alive. PWA is not dead yet.
The crowd cheers as the Commissioner stares into the camera with that continued disappointed expression over his face.
Commissioner Butcher: But just because these doors remain open doesn’t mean we as a company don’t have to face anymore challenges. No, with life and existence, challenge goes hand in hand. If things were easy and there wasn’t any challenge, the point of this existence would have no reason.
While the wrestlers may maintain the concept that the only thing they need to worry about is their opponent standing in front of them and it’s management’s responsibility to keep the doors open, let me be the one to tell you that it takes a collective effort to make a promotion great. From the wrestlers, to management, to the fans. When one decides they are better than the other, this company cannot continue to function.
PWA will not be affiliated with quitters and people who do not want to make this company great. Following the events of Point of No Return, this company went through a week-long gut check to determine who was really committed and who only said they were. And with that, we now have two vacant Championships to build around. The Premiere and World Heavyweight Championships.
The crowd has a mixed reaction over both high level titles not being around anybody’s waist.
Commissioner Butcher: And build around them we will. Only this time around I hope the new Champions understand their position and don‘t throw it away without consequence. But perhaps that is wishful thinking.
Starting tonight, we will work towards filling these vacancies at our next pay-per-view event named Bad Moon Rising. Eight wrestlers will be chosen for a shot at history. These wrestlers will be chosen based on seniority and what they’ve done in PWA lately. Over the next few weeks I will personally approach the participants and tell them they have been chosen. Then on Violation 42, the eight wrestlers chosen will compete in singles matches. The winners will move on to an elimination style four way dance at Bad Moon Rising for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship. The losers will face off at Bad Moon Rising in a similar match for the Premiere Championship. Only those committed to this company and proven such by deeds rather than words will be eligible for this opportunity.
Before the Commissioner can continue any further, “Follow Your Generation” by ACMA begins to play. The crowd pops as The Butcher looks towards the entrance ramp where former PWA World Heavyweight Champion, Jiraiya Kaito, has stepped out from the back.
The look on the Seiryuu's face says it all as he stands on the stage area shaking his head in disbelief, with a look of disgust clearly written on his face. Not a single word escapes from the Seiryuu's mouth as the fans begin the "KAI-TO" chants. He brings a microphone up to his mouth, but stops halfway through the ascent and shakes his head "no" before pacing about the stage area.
Carl Franks: It appears as if Jiraiya Kaito is at a loss for words. And who can blame him? To lose the title was bad enough for him. But to witness the treatment it received after he lost it, well that must be heart-breaking for him, Ray.
Ray Quadros: It’s hard to respect anybody who would do what they did to this company’s highest title, Carl. And surely enough, the person who is responsible is a coward for running away from what Kaito would have done to him in retaliation.
Finally, the Seiryuu comes to a stop in his pacing right at the edge of the stage area all the way to the left. He hangs his head down as he finally manages to bring the microphone up to his mouth. But he still doesn't say a word. That is, at least for a few seconds until he finally utters his first word since losing the World Heavyweight championship, albeit softly yet sadly.
Jiraiya Kaito, softly: Buccha...
The cheering and "KAI-TO" chants pick up again, causing the Seiryuu to stop speaking for a bit. Once the cheering dies down, he picks up where he left off.
Jiraiya Kaito, still softly: ... I am sick... to my stomach. So sick... to know that for entire year that PWA exist... for all who compete in this company... for all who have privilege to hold Sekai Hebiiueeto taitoru... one person... help to ruin EVERYTHING... PWA stand for.
The fans cheer in support of the Seiryuu's speech. The Seiryuu continues to speak, but this time his voice has a little bit of a boom in it.
Jiraiya Kaito, louder: It is disgrace... to myself, to all who hold Sekai Hebiiueeto taitoru, to all who hold Premiere taitoru. It is disgrace... to you, to Daz Van Daiku, to Ren Chesunii, to Saimon Retta, to Kaaro Furankusu, to Rei Kuadorosu. It is disgrace... to all who become fan to PWA!
The cheering becomes even louder, as well as the "KAI-TO" chants. Even Carl Franks and Ray Quadros show their support by applauding.
Jiraiya Kaito: Buccha... I know it is too late for to ask for rematch against one who help to do this to PWA. But perhaps... there is something else you have power to do... that it is not too late for to do.
Commissioner Butcher: What would that be, Kaito?
Finally, the Seiryuu looks up from his position at the end of the stage area so that he can finally cast his gaze at the Commissioner.
Jiraiya Kaito: Rather than to have contest to declare new Sekai Hebiiueeto chanpion... Buccha... allow me to have opportunity to resume my role... as Sekai Hebiiueeto chanpion.
The fans show their support for this idea by cheering and shouting out chants of "DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!"
Carl Franks: Jiraiya Kaito wants his title back! And who can blame him at a time like this!?
Ray Quadros: Considering what that no-good son-of-a-you-know-what did, giving Jiraiya Kaito the title back would be the right thing to do, in my book!
Commissioner Butcher: I gave that some thought, Kaito. No doubt, you would make a fine World Heavyweight Champion to lead us past this period. However…you still lost.
The Seiryuu resumes his head-hanging position as the fans begin booing now. Once the booing subsides, the Seiryuu reluctantly nods in agreement before speaking again.
Jiraiya Kaito: I have feeling you say this. That is why... I must show you this...
He points up to the Vio-tron. As The Butcher and all of the fans in attendance turn their attentions to it, we see a video clip of the ending of the Jiraiya Kaito/Dade Davis match. Specifically, the part where Dade Davis hits his "No Class" finisher on the Seiryuu. Noticeably, the video clip is being shown in slow motion. As Dade Davis goes for the cover and the referee begins to count it, the motion becomes even slower, almost frame-by-frame... 1...................................................................... 2............................................................ and just before the referee's hand slaps 3, we notice that the Seiryuu has begun to kick out two frames before the ref's hand touches the mat. The video clip pauses, which prompts the fans to cheer as they realize that the Seiryuu may actually have proof that he kicked out in time.
Jiraiya Kaito: That... is also reason why I sick to my stomach.
Carl Franks: The frame-by-frame shows Jiraiya Kaito in the process of kicking out before the referee counted three!
Ray Quadros: So he didn't lose!? Then there should be no question, Butcher! Give him the belt!
Jiraiya Kaito: You referee... say I lose. But you and all of fans here tonight see for youself. I... do not lose.
Commissioner Butcher: Ah yes, the infamous instant replay footage. I have all ready seen this footage before, Kaito. I’m sure all the internet smarks out there right now are having a good old time with this one. Where I come from, Kaito, winners are determined in the ring. I think where you come from, it’s the same thing. As great as modern technology is, we don’t use it here to determine who wins a match or change a call after the show. Much less return a Championship belt ten days after the fact.
Referee Andy Sheppard is great referee and worked some of the most high profile matches here in PWA. He says you were pinned. He still says that to this very day. I am going to respect his officiating…respect, Kaito…remember that. If you want this PWA World Heavyweight Championship, I suggest you prove it in the ring at Bad Moon Rising.
A mixture of cheers and boos erupt from the fans, but mostly boos. The Seiryuu nods again with a smirk on his face.
Jiraiya Kaito: Fine. I compete for Sekai Hebiiueeto taitoru at this Bad Moon Rise. Who do I face? I sure that whoever you choose... is one who able to show same respect to Sekai Hebiiueeto taitoru that I show for it.
The Commissioner chuckles slight and looks out towards the crowd.
Commissioner Butcher: Do you believe this guy? Kaito, I guarantee whoever you face will show the same respect. In fact, if you survive the qualifier match, you’ll be staring down three men at Bad Moon Rising who may be just as respectful if not more respectful to this title than you. So I hope you’re ready.
Upon hearing the words "qualifier match", the Seiryuu quickly looks up in shock and faces The Butcher. He becomes temporarily speechless while the fans resume the mixed reactions.
Carl Franks: I don't think the Seiryuu liked what he just heard, Ray!
Ray Quadros: Neither did I! Surely, Butcher can't STILL be holding that grudge from our old stomping grounds against him!
Jiraiya Kaito: Qualify Match? You... expect me... to qualify for chance to reclaim Sekai Hebiiueeto taitoru!? This is joke, hai?
Commissioner Butcher: No joke.
Jiraiya Kaito: Iie. This IS joke! Why do I face task of to qualify for this opportunity!? I no need to qualify! I last person to hold Sekai Hebiiueeto taitoru before that stupid Amerika asshole Deido Deivisu disgrace it! Just give me opportunity to reclaim title! Skip this Qualify Match!
The Commissioner lets out a long drawn out sigh.
Commissioner Butcher: This does not surprise me. Once again, just like last year, you are going to question my decision. Do I need to remind you what happened to you the last time you questioned my decisions, Kaito?
Jiraiya Kaito: This... different from last year, Buccha! No money for you at stake! Only chance for myself to reclaim Sekai Hebiiueeto taitoru and restore honor it once hold! All I ask of you is to just put me in match at this Bad Moon Rise! No need for to make me suffer with Qualify Match! It is simple request, Buccha!
Commissioner Butcher: Suffer? I think your honor has suffered enough, Kaito. Because let’s be honest, that’s the second part of this story isn’t it? The honor of Jiraiya Kaito…tarnished and forever branded with this loss to Amerika asshole as you put it. See, we’re in this situation because of him but perhaps you should take some blame, eh, Kaito? Because it was your idea for the Kaito Invitational that brought Amerika asshole to your doorstep. It was your lack of respect for him being at your doorstep that perhaps aided him in gaining victory over you.
The disrespect, Kaito-son. It wasn’t the referee who put you and us in this position. It wasn’t the other participants of the Kaito Invitational that got us here. It was partly to do with your disrespect and overlooking the Amerika asshole as you call him. And now the disrespect you show towards me and everybody else on the roster as you wish to bypass a qualifying match that any one of them would have to go through.
Kaito, I don’t know if holding that title made your head a little bigger or not but nobody is going to get a free pass in PWA. Especially the Seiryuu. I don’t know if you just arrived to the arena and missed my opening speech, but I suggest you go backstage and view your precious instant replay of what I said tonight. I said I want people fighting for these titles that want to make PWA great. And that is what I will get.
A man who thought he was better than everybody else put us in this situation. I’ll be damned if I give a similar man the easy route to these belts. So I suggest you check yourself at the door before you come out here again, Kaito. You don’t know who you’re going to slight with your demands. That person just may be the next PWA World Heavyweight Champion.
The Seiryuu runs a hand down his face to keep from exploding in anger as the fans begin booing uncontrollably. A slight snarl manages to form on the Seiryuu's face as he shakes his head in disbelief. A few heavy breaths escape from his lungs before he finally replies as soft as possible without using his angry voice.
Jiraiya Kaito, soft: Fine. I do this... your way. If it help to get me to Sekai Hebiiueeto taitoru once again, so be it. So there. I... force myself... to participate in you Qualify Match. Who do I face?
Commissioner Butcher: You’ll find out when I find out, Kaito.
The look of shock reappears on the Seiryuu's face. He stutters a bit as if he's trying to make sure he heard the Commissioner right.
Jiraiya Kaito, stuttering: Y-you... do not... know!? Y-y-y-y-you... Buccha... person in charge of PWA... do not know... who I face!? How!?
Commissioner Butcher: Well I can tell you for one, it won’t be Jose’ Jose’. So I suggest you find yourself a bucket of ice and stick your head in it for the rest of the show to chill out. We’re only renting this arena for one night. I am sure the City of Newark wants it back in one piece.
The Seiryuu begins to retort the only way he knows how, but is quick to dismiss his choice of response. Instead, he opts for the simple, calm version of...
Jiraiya Kaito: Fine. I wait for this information. But tonight... when I face Kyaputen Haudii... I show you reason why it is best to allow me to skip Qualify Match!
"Follow Your Generation" by Acma kicks back up as the Seiryuu drops the microphone on the stage area. He stares a hole right through the Commissioner for what seems like an eternity. That is, until he about-faces and heads backstage.
The Commissioner shakes his head as if he just snapped out of something and then looks out towards the crowd.
Commissioner Butcher: Oh and while you’re all done booing me I have one more announcement to make. For your devotion to the Premiere Wrestling Alliance at this time, I am proud to announce that Bad Moon Rising will be shown FREE of charge with limited commercial interruption on your regular PWA station. Make sure to check that out October 8th. Enjoy the rest of the show, Newark.
Brad Kane vs. Fire
Written by: Craig
The house lights go out in the arena as the sounds as the guitar and drums of "This Calling" by All That Remains begins. Strobe lights flare up in red and blue hue. The strobe lights finally stop flickering as the normal house lights are back on as the chorus begins. Standing in the middle of the entry way is Brad Kane. The crowd begins to give him a huge ovation as he stays in the entry way for another few moments, letting all the suspense build. He begins to move his head, looking out into the thousands of fans that are in attendance tonight. More moment follows as he takes a few steps and throws his right arm out into the air, letting out a war cry before walking towards the ring. Many of the fans extend their hands out, looking for some form of contact. Brad's all business though as he stays focused on the ring. When he reaches ringside, he walks completely around the outside of the ring, thinking. Once he's done walking around ringside, he heads up one set of the stairs and gets onto the apron. Brad Kane enters the ring through the middle rope as he heads to the nearest turnbuckle, going to the top. He looks out into the crowd, seeing the cheering fans taking pictures. Brad leaps off and heads to the other side of the ring and proceeds to do the same thing as more pictures are snapped. Jumping back off, he then backs into that corner, leaning against the ropes, waiting as his music fades off...
Franks: And here is yet another return to PWA by Brad Kane. The last time we saw him, he was able to out wrestle Nighthawk in a Testing the Limit match. How he does this time around remains to be seen.
Quadros: Why does Butcher keep letting this moron in here? Honestly, we could've gotten three no names for the price of two ham sandwiches!
Franks: Why do they continue to let you speak? Baffles me all the time.
Quadros: Oh shut the hell up.
“Gossip” by Lil Wayne begins to fill the sold out arena as Fire walks onto the stage with a mixed reaction from the fans. The big man makes his way to the ring as he then slides in and retreats to a corner.
Quadros: This guy is pretty huge. Too bad about that pay per view loss a while ago.
Franks: He is large for certain.
Quadros: He'll squash Brad Kane like a bug.
The bell rings as Brad Kane wastes little time in rushing towards Fire. Brad leaps into the air, looking for a crossbody but he simply bounces off the chest of Fire as he falls onto the mat. Fire waits for Brad to get up before lifting his boot into the air and kick Brad right in the face. The back of Brad's head hits the canvas as Fire lifts him back up, putting him in a powerbomb position. Before anything can happen, Brad flips out of the move and dropkicks the leg of Fire. Fire hits down to a knee as Brad begins to fire off with kicks to the chest of the big man, each one having more of an impact then the last. After the fifth kick, Fire dodges out of the way and manages to sweep the legs out from underneath Brad Kane.
Quadros: Great leg sweep by Fire. He's put Brad in a position that he's no stranger to.
Franks: You might have a point but he seems more focused then any other time he's been here.
Fire gets back up to a vertical base as he towers over Brad who is up on his feet as well. Brad starts to kick the leg of Fire as Fire starts to buckle down a little bit again. Using his speed, Brad goes behind Fire, crossing the arms of Fire before jumping backwards with a lungblower! The crowd cheers as Fire holds onto his back as Brad limps around for a few moments, taking that weight directly on his knees.
Franks: While the move was good, it might not have been the greatest idea. A lot of weight coming down there.
Quadros: The kid doesn't think, that's half his problem. He'll screw up at some point and Fire will kill him.
Brad waits for Fire to get to his knees before running off the ropes and hitting the JAK Trigger! The crowd cheers as Brad covers.
One!
Two!!
Kick out by Fire, popping that shoulder off of the mat just in time. Brad tries to pull Fire up to his feet but Fire hits a couple of a quick jabs to the stomach of Brad Kane before hitting a rising uppercut! Brad staggers back into the ropes as Fire charges towards him. Brad pulls down the top rope as Fire spills to the floor. Getting up to his feet, Fire looks pissed as he turns right around into a plancha from Brad! More cheers from the crowd as Brad rolls into the ring and back out to stop the count.
Quadros: I thought Fire was going to build up something there.
Franks: I did too.
Somehow, Brad lifts up Fire and rolls him back into the ring. Standing on the apron, Brad springboards back into the ring with a double stomp that lands directly on the chest of Fire. Instead of covering, Brad starts to stalk Fire, waiting to attempt his finishing move. Once Fire gets back up to his feet, Brad kicks him in the stomach as he pumphandles the arm. He tries to lift up Fire but it's no use as Fire drops down and hits a clothesline on Brad Kane. Fire pulls Brad up to his feet after the brutal clothesline and hooks him up for a Fisherman's Driver but Brad blocks the move by gripping onto the leg of Fire. Fire tries to pound the back of Brad but Brad crawls through the legs of Fire before pumphandling his arm and hitting the LMSBCBK! The crowd cheers for the show of strength as Brad covers, hooking both legs.
One!
Two!!
Three!!!
The bell rings again as Brad rolls of of Fire, getting onto his knees, raising his hands in victory.
Franks: Well he's on a two match winning streak. I think using his real name is boding well.
Quadros: It's only a matter of time before the kid goes nuts again.
The $40,000,000 Prophecy
Written by: John
*Black Sabbath's "Iron Man" begins to blare over the loudspeakers as Jack Gaither and Samantha Teague begin their initial walk to the ring. Many old-time wrestling fans in the crowd recognize Jack and greet him with a mixture of cheers and jeers. Jack is wearing his traditional attire--a pair of blue jean shorts, running shoes, and a New York Knicks jersey which elicits more boos. Samantha is wearing a stunning all-black dress with matching dress shoes.*
CARL: Well ladies and gentlemen, we are about to witness the much-anticipated Premiere Wrestling Alliance debut of Jack "The Golden Eagle" Gaither and his girlfriend Samantha--here on Violation!
RAY: Awww come on! Don't you recognize those two already? They are the greatest investment in the history of this company.
CARL: I'm afraid I don't know them personally, but I have heard about their business dealings in the news. Unfortunately, I’ve never seen Jack Gaither in the ring.
RAY: Well then, just shut up and let me explain to those who don't know. Jack Gaither is not new to this industry; he made his wrestling debut in September 2007 for the old ACW. However, his greatest triumph came in the old AWG organization, when he became its World Heavyweight Champion on--
CARL: --June 15, 2008 in Houston, TX. I read his files earlier tonight.
RAY: Don't you DARE interrupt me again!
CARL: Well don't you assume that I don't anything about our newcomers. Anyways, let's listen in to wait Jack has to say.
*Jack and Samantha make their way into the ring, where they are handed a mike from Freddy Ferdinand, who graciously leaves the ring. "Iron Man" slowly fades out as Jack begins his spiel to a mixture of cheers and boos.*
JACK: Well, well, well. Samantha and I get the most god-awful welcome in the history of our careers!
*The crowd boos as Samantha stands to the right of Jack with a grin on her face.*
JACK: I'm just gonna get down the point here: the last time I was in a wrestling ring, I was lying flat on my back thanks to a briefcase shot to my cranium! Guess what happened after that: I ended up losing a shoulder ornament that was really priceless to me!
*The crowd goes crazy as they instantly recognize that particular event.*
JACK: For those of you who don't know me very well: I AM a former World...Heavyweight...Champion!
*The crowd boos even louder than before.*
JACK: Even though, you fans ain't worthy enough to listen to a little story, I'll tell it to you anyway. I was a former World Champion in an organization that used to be a multi-million dollar company!
*The old-time wrestling fans in the crowd cheer as they instantly recognize the name of the "organization."*
CARL: I believe that the fans recognize what Jack is talking about Ray.
RAY: You're right for once Carl.
JACK: You see, in December of last year, I--along with a friend of mine named Dollar McDougal--founded an organization known as the Authentic Wrestling Gods, and for a brief stretch of time, we were on everyone's minds week in and week out. However, there's an old saying: money is the root of all evil, and when you make a lot of money, you tend to do all sorts of evil things. Soon after my World Title loss in Los Angeles, I used the millions that Samantha and I made on merchandising, appearances on national TV commercials, and interviews with the national media, to take that other organization away from its former owners. When Dollar and I purchased that other organization, a lot of ass-clowns who used to work there came crying to me--wondering about whether or not they'll have their jobs the following week!
*The crowd begins to litter the ring with trash.*
CARL: The fans here don't care--they are actually throwing trash at PWA”s newest member!
JACK: You know what I did then? On August 25th, I did the unthinkable: I put that organization out of business! I shut the damn company down, and threw away the key! Why? You fans in this godforsaken city are so stupid to realize, that I--JACK GAITHER--made that organization into the million-dollar enterprise that you used to enjoy watching since last December! I made that organization from the ground up, and I completely demolished it, because you fans are so damn stupid enough to think that I was gonna bring it back! I made the fans, roster, and crew of that organization cower at my feet! You fans don't deserve to see greatness in person, because you all are nothing but a bunch of Martin Brodeur-loving, blue-collar morons who only think in one dimension!
FANS: ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!
JACK: You see, I have a message for the PWA Board of Directors: you guys made a HUGE mistake in signing me and Samantha to that contract worth over forty million dollars! You know what happens when you make a mistake like that? The likely scenario is really simple: you will suffer a nightmare—worse than any nightmare you can imagine! You will all be victims of a prophecy—one that has been taking shape since the old ACW shut its doors in October of 2007!
FANS: SHUT THE F*** UP! (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap) SHUT THE F*** UP! (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap) SHUT THE F*** UP! (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap) SHUT THE F*** UP! (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap)
CARL: WHOA! I hope the Board of Directors made a smart move!
RAY: Jack and Samantha are a high-class couple, and they deserve all the money in the world!
JACK: You guys on the Board must really love to gamble away your fortune, because that's what you did when you made that offer. Know this: Samantha and I are the ones who will make the PWA into a hot commodity--an enterprise worthy of making millions of dollars. We will make the entire PWA Board, the roster, and the fans in this building, cower beneath my feet; you will all bow to wrestling’s greatest couple—that’s us—after we send this company's profits into the stratosphere—because we ARE the biggest stars to have ever graced the squared circle!
*More trash litters the ring as Jack’s voice is drowned out by another “ASSHOLE!” chant.*
FANS: ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!
JACK: When it's all said and done, starting tonight with Alex Legend and Martyr, Samantha and I—the PWA's "forty-million dollar investments"—vow to cause the PWA Board of Directors great pain and suffering, and when the writing's all set in stone, the prophecy WILL come true: that Samantha and I will be the ones responsible for putting the entire PWA organization out of business, for we shall be known throughout this organization as The Patriots!
*The crowd has just about had it with Jack and Samantha.*
RAY: Uh-oh…
JACK: From this day forward, we’re…taking…over!
*The crowd becomes unglued and starts throwing more trash into the ring; Jack begins warming up for his match as Samantha takes the mike.*
FANS: SLUT! SLUT! SLUT! SLUT! SLUT!
SAMANTHA: No one can stop us now, for we will make anyone who tries our own, personal bitch!
*The crowd’s booing gets louder than ever before as Samantha slams the mike down.*
CARL: WHAT!?! THEY CANNOT BE SERIOUS!!
RAY: Only a genius with a massive bank vault could be able to do such a thing, and dammit, Jack and Samantha’s bank vault is filled with all the money in the world right now!
CARL: Let me tell you something ladies and gentlemen: whether you love them or hate them, Jack Gaither and Samantha Teague—in their PWA debut nonetheless—have sent a very strong message to the Board of Directors tonight.
RAY: Jack Gaither is one crafty son-of-a-bitch, and his message is really simple: either you treat me like a forty-million-dollar investment, or you will suffer dire consequences!
CARL: I just have a bad feeling that those two are going to throw their money around in order to reach the top; however, the REAL question is this: whose side are they on to begin with? Right now, the Board of Directors must stay on their guard for anything that might happen, but know this: The Patriots mean business!
You Only Have to Debut Once
Written by: Alex
The camera fades in back in the locker room where we see Alex Legend sitting in a folding chair, already wearing his wrestling gear. The camera shot is from behind but even without seeing his face you can just tell he is deeply focused. He just sits there in silence for a moment before a stage hand knocks on the door.
Alex Legend: Come in.
A scruffy looking guy who appears to be much older than "The Absolute" opens the door and pokes his head in.
Stage Hand: Hey man, you're up.
Alex stands up and turns around, the expression on his face emanates both confidence and nervousness at the same time.
Stage Hand: Hey, good luck out there man, I seen a lot of people your age in this exact same position. Some can handle the pressure, some can't, but just remember you only have to debut once.
A small smirk comes across Alex Legend's face and it is now devoid of apprehension.
Alex Legend: Well I suppose I ought to make this one count then.
"The Absolute" puts on his soon to be trademarked aviators and heads out the door, patting the old stage hand on the shoulder on his way out. The camera fades and we cut to ringside.
Alex Legend vs. Jack Gaither vs. Martyr
Written by: Jonn
Franks: And our next match of the evening features three newcomers who are making their debuts into PWA!
Quadros: I'd say that our PWA superstars would give them a warm welcome with a beating behind the shed, but they're all rookies here!
Franks: Indeed you're right there Ray. However, I don't expect this one to be short on surprises. With three completely new wrestlers, there's no telling what could happen!
Quadros: Let's just hope none of them wrestle anything like Nighthawk!
Franks: Oh would you stop it with the Nighthawk insults?!
Quadros: But it's so easy... and fun!
Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled a Triple Threat match, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first. Weighing in at 255 lbs. And hailing from Dante's Peak. He is making his PWA debut... Martyr!
(Mobscene by Marilyn Manson starts playing. Martyr comes out of the entrance way in his black trench coat and black pants. The Disciples follow him out dressed in black low-cut dresses, and knee high black boots. The Disciples lead Martyr by chains to the ring. Martyr ignores the crowd as they enter the ring. Martyr stands in the middle of the ring with his arms out. The Disciples take off the chains then wrap themselves around Martyr.)
Ferdinand: And introducing his opponent. Weighing in at 230 lbs and coming to you from Houston, Texas. Also making his PWA debut, here is... “The Absolute” Alex Legend!
(The lights in the arena dim and red strobes begin to flash as "Waking the Demon" by Bullet for my Valentine starts to blast throughout the arena. A few seconds later "The Absolute" Alex Legend steps out from behind the curtain with a sleeveless shirt, black bandanna and Aviators on. He makes his way down to the ring slapping hands with the people along the guardrails. Legend slides under the bottom rope then gets on top of the turnbuckle and poses for the fans one last time before taking his entrance attire off.)
Ferdinand: And introducing the last challenger and their opponent. Weighing in at 192 lbs and arriving from Corpus Christi, Texas. Also making his PWA debut. Here is, Jack... “Golden Eagle” Gaither!!
(Black Sabbath's "Iron Man" plays as Jack Gaither and Samantha strut their way to the ring; the fans boo them and throw anything that isn't bolted down in the direction of the ramp. Jack makes his way to the ring and taunts the fans some more.)
Franks: All these men look like they're ready to make an impact tonight. Whoever wins this match could be on the fast track to a title shot sooner than later.
Quadros: After getting a good look at all three guys, I'll tell you straight up that I don't really care for Alex Legend. Why bother slapping the hands of fans when they could have diseases?!
Franks: There was absolutely nothing wrong with the way that he came out here! Lots of wrestlers get the fans involved in their entrances and it's great for PWA!
Quadros: The last thing we need is the fans getting involved. Before you know it, they're going to be saying they're the ones who make it possible for PWA to survive. They'll say they're the ones who pay my bills!
Franks: And it'd all be true. If it weren't for the fans, we'd not have jobs.
Quadros: That's so retarded! They're retarded! Just for the sake of it, your mom is retarded!
Franks: My mom is dead.
Quadros: Cause she was retarded!
(DING DING DING)
(The match gets underway with Martyr and Gaither taking one look at each other, a quick nod and then both simultaneously bolt for Alex Legend! Alex Legend is taken off his feet by surprise with hard rights from both Martyr and the Golden Eagle! Gaither grabs a hole of Alex Legend's arms and pull them up above his head giving Martyr a clean shot at his exposed rib cage! Gaither lets go and drops down with a hard elbow! Alex Legend busted open in the face from the elbow! Gaither gets up and leans over the ropes yelling at the crowd. He gets a pretty good reaction! While he is doing this, Martyr helps Alex Legend up to his feet and lifts him up and back down with a ring shaking German Suplex! Alex Legend is sprawled across the mat and Martyr gets up and lets out a primal war scream! While he is doing this, Gaither goes up to the top turnbuckle of a corner and leaps off and connected with a tremendous Frog Splash! Gaither manages to hold on as the referee drops down for the three count. 1.......... 2............ Martyr breaks up the count! He drags Gaither off and drops down on Alex Legend! 1......... 2......... Gaither breaks up the count this time pulling Martyr off of Legend!)
Franks: Looks like these two might have had a prior agreement or were on the same page from the beginning of the match. Whatever the case, it looks like any team work they had going on is all but gone!
Quadros: It's the nature of the beast Carl! Both of these guys want to win so bad, they'd break a promise or commitment just to get it! I'm beginning to like these guys more and more!
Franks: Sounds like something you'd like. You're all about the guys who would give up their first born for the win.
Quadros: That's the name of the game isn't it? Only the winners are remembered aren't they?
Franks: That's not true. Everyone from Bryce Michaels to Kaito to Terminus have lost matches in their career.
Quadros: Who?
(Gaither drops a boot down onto the side of Martyr's head and then drops back down for a pin attempt on Alex Legend! 1........ 2......... THRE-... NO! Alex Legend gets a shoulder up with only moments to spare! Jack Gaither looks at the referee in disbelief and then points a warning finger at him to not do that again! He helps Alex Legend up to his feet rather harshly by dragging him up by the hair. Hard right to the temple that sends Legend reeling, but maintaining his balance on his feet. Gaither picks him up for a Scoop Slam, but Alex Legend shows his mobility by wiggling over Gaither's back and lands nimbly behind him. Before Jack Gaither has a clue of what just really happened, Alex Legend flattens him with an insane Back Breaker and then back up and down with a Downward Spiral! Just like that, the momentum has switched Alex Legend's way as he drops down for the three count! 1.......... 2............ THREE! NO! Martyr dives forward and breaks up the three count before the referees hand slams to the mat for a third time!)
Franks: And just like that, the entire tide has changed for this match! Alex Legend surprises Jack Gaither and almost comes away with the victory for his efforts!
Quadros: That move almost bent Jack Gaither up like an accordian! I don't know if that's the kind of way you want to introduce yourself to PWA! You'll get some superstars' attention doing that!
Franks: If I were in his shoes, I'd see that as a good thing. The more guys you make take notice, the faster you're going to rise up the ranks in PWA.
Quadros: Yeah, but this guy is a kid. He doesn't belong with the real talent in our great sport.
Franks: You could be right, but it's not for us to judge that. We'll just have to wait and see as the following months unfold. That goes for all three of these gentlemen!
Quadros: I doubt you should really refer to Martyr as a gentlemen. He's like a beast. A wild animal! An unstoppable beating machine!
(Martyr quickly pummeling the back of Alex Legend's neck with big meaty fists! Yanks him up and sends him to the ropes with an Irish Whip. Alex Legend bounces off the ropes and sees Martyr bend down telegraphing that he's going to send Alex flying through the air! Alex Legend leaps up and flips over, quickly rolling off the back of his opponent. Spinning around to now face the back of Martyr, he waits until he's turned around and then nails him with a quick kick to the gut! Martyr is now bent over and Alex Legend wraps his head up in a Headlock and leaps up into the air and twists to the side.... Tornado DDT! Martyr's head nails the canvas like a meteorite hitting the earth and then bounces off like a basketball! Before Alex Legend can even fathom hooking him up for a pin, Jack Gaither comes out of nowhere with a big boot to the sitting Alex Legend! Blood squirts all over the place as Gaither quickly rolls him up and goes for the three count! 1.......... 2........... THRE-... NO! Alex Legend manages to get a kickout! Gaither slaps the mat in frustration, but collects himself well enough to rolls over and hook the leg of Martyr! Referee drops down again and goes for the three count! 1......... 2.......... THREE! Gaither wi.... NO! Referee holding up two fingers and the Golden Eagle's eyes are big as saucers and his mouth wide enough to fit a Mack truck through!)
Quadros: Uh oh. The referee did it that time, Carl. From what I see, Jack Gaither has a quick fuse when it comes to the referee screwing over and to tell you the truth.. I don't blame him!
Franks: What are you talking about? That looked fair enough to you.
Quadros: If I were asking the opinions of an obviously blind and time impaired person, I'd ask your opinion. It's really quite obvious that this referee has it out for Gaither!
Franks: Our referees are trained and certified by the highest standards available!
Quadros: Where do we find them at? The freakin' Special Olympics?! I bet that's where you were picked up too!
(Jack Gaither up to his feet and starts screaming at the referee trying to get him to change the decision, but the referee sticks by his guns. Gaither traps him in a corner and is threatening to pummel him if he doesn't when he suddenly feels himself being pulled from behind! Alex Legend pulls Gaither over into a School Boy Pin! The referee drops down quickly and goes for the pin count. 1...... 2....... THRE- NO! Jack Gaither kicks out and is up to his feet, before Alex Legend is. Uppercut to the chin of “The Absolute”! He's rocked and Gaither takes advantage of it with a Vertical Suplex! Alex Legend's back arches up in pain! Gaither is already climbing the closest corner's turnbuckle and leaps off without a moment's hesitation! Moonsault.... but Alex Legend rolls out of the way and Jack Gaither takes the brunt of the fall as he lands flat on his back onto the unforgiving canvas! Alex Legend doesn't get up right away however, as he is still feeling the effects of prior punishment! Martyr rolls over and puts an arm over Gaither! The referee drops down for the three count! 1........ 2......... THREE! NO! Alex Legend catches it just in time and breaks up the count! Infuriated by the interruption, Martyr turns his hatred towards “The Absolute”!)
Franks: Seems like just when someone gets an upper hand, the third man in this match manages to break it up! At the pace these guys are going, we could be here all night!
Quadros: I don't think that's what we're going to have to worry about tonight Carl. Do you see that look on Martyr's face? He's looking at Alex Legend like he had his wallet stolen and found the perpetrator!
Franks: As much as I'd like to say that Alex Legend is going to get out of this pickle, Martyr has a similar look to that of Jason Sandman when he goes off on the deep end.
Quadros: Oooooh. That'd be a fantastic match Carl! Martyr vs Jason Sandman in a chainsaw match!
Franks: A chainsaw match?! That's unheard of Ray! That's not even ethical!
Quadros: Exactly! It'd be a first in modern television!
Franks: And I'm sure the last program we'd ever get to run after the FCC shut us down.
(Martyr takes his boot and all but shoves it up Alex Legend's ass! He's literally kicking the poo out of his as he takes out his frustrations on not winning! He jerks Alex Legend up to his feet and BAM! Powerslam by Martyr! Alex Legend stares blankly up at the lights. Martyr, instead of pinning his opponent, gets up and rolls out of the ring. He's going for a chair! He finds one suitable and rolls back into the ring! The referee is trying to take it from him, but has to run for his life when Martyr takes a swing at him! Jack Gaither up to his feet and Martyr tries to take his head off, but Jack Gaither ducks under and then sends the chair straight into the face of Martyr with a Spinning Heel Kick! Martyr ends up clocking himself with the chair and falls over like a stiff animal. Jack Gaither picks up the chair and is about to send it crashing down across Martyr, but the referee grabs it and stops the momentum! The struggle ensues and finally, Jack Gaither rips it from the referee's hands! He turns around and Alex Legend is there with a Dropkick to the chest! Jack Gaither is sent stumbling and he falls to ringside over the top ropes! Alex Legend looks down at his body not moving and then at Martyr who is starting to stir! He drops down and punishes Martyr with a couple of elbows and then helps him up to his feet. It's a Setout Pedigree that he calls The Legend Killer! Alex Legend rolls him over and goes for the three count! 1........... 2.......... THREE! Alex Legend is the winner of this contest!)
Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen! The winner of this match due to pinfall. “The Absolute” Alex Legend!
Franks: What a way to capitalize off the breakdown between Martyr and Gaither! When it looked like Gaither was going to use the chair, much the same way that Martyr attempted to, it ended up backfiring on him!
Quadros: I was hoping that Martyr was going to give Alex Legend a new face, but I guess that isn't going to be happening anytime soon!
Franks: It may not be Martyr who does, but look at Jack Gaither! He has a steel chair in his hand as he sneaks up behind the celebrating Legend!
Quadros: This is going to be so awesome!
(SMACK! Gaither swings the chair and more or less welds the chair to Alex Legend's head! The referee is trying to stop him, but he slips his way out of the ring narrowly avoiding a chair shot of his own! Gaither drops the chair and kneels down in front of Legend, screaming something inaudible.)
Franks: Looks like Gaither is a bit jealous that he didn't come away with the victory here! That's such bad sportsmanship!
Quadros: I think he did the ring thing.
Franks: How in the world could that be the ring thing?
Quadros: Because if Legend wouldn't have sent him out of the ring, it'd be Gaither walking to the back with a win under his belt! He's letting Legend know who the real winner of the match and it sure as hell wasn't Legend in my or Gaither's eyes!
No Respect
Written by: Okori
Carl Franks: “Last week, at Point of No Return, we saw a tremendous match between Nighthawk and Vendetta. At the eleventh hour a stipulation was added to the match between the two that the loser would be forced to admit publicly that he respected the winner. Nighthawk won the match, but was not able to have the stipulation adhered to due to overruns with scheduling. Therefore, tonight, the PWA has requested that Vendetta come out and adhere to the stipulation he agreed to earlier. Vendetta has accepted that offer.”
(“Shottas” by Juelz Santana Ft. Cam'ron and Sizzle hits the speaker system. The crowd is up and they are raining down with boos. The curtain brushes aside and out first is Michael Bourne; followed by JJ Biggs and then Vendetta. JJ and Michael walk a bit down the ramp, then they stop and they both point up at Vendetta; who raises both fists above his head, which sets off pyros to his left and right. All three men make their way to the ring. Bourne and Biggs stop at the ring, but Vendetta rolls in. He gets to his feet and he walks to the ropes before raising both fists above his head once again, which causes the crowd to boo louder.)
Vendetta, chastened by what happened just over the river in New York City: “Last Night Nighthawk beat me. So I came out here tonight to do what I said I was going to do. Tell him I respect him. If you could come out here Nighthawk let’s get things over with.”
(As Vendetta stands in the ring, his eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, 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 and behind him his wife Sin who waves to the crowd as well. Bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet Nighthawk stares down Vendetta 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. Climbing warily in the ring, his eyes never leaving Vendetta, the “Wrestling Machine” ascends the top turnbuckle with a grin and raises one finger above his head.)
Vendetta: “Nighthawk…. Thank you for coming out here. I just wanted to let you know that. God this is difficult. I spent all morning back at the hotel trying to figure out a way to say this. But…. I respect you. There is just one more thing I wanted to say to you.”
Nighthawk: “What’s that, Matthew?”
Vendetta: “I lied.”
(And with that Vendetta thumbs Nighthawk right in the eye which doubles the Chicago native over. Using the opening Vendetta bends down and pulls an object out of his pocket while the former World Light Heavyweight Champion is trying to get his vision cleared. Waiting until Nighthawk is turned around Vendetta hits him square between the eyes with a pair of handcuffs and uses the handcuffs to tie him up against the turnbuckles. )
Carl Franks: “What a cowardly act by Vendetta. He lost the match fair and square and now he’s trying to assault Nighthawk somehow.”
Ray Quadros: “Cowardly? This is brilliant. Did you honestly think Vendetta was going to tell Nighthawk he respected him?”
(Reaching into his pocket again Vendetta gets a homicidal look on his face and starts to advance toward Nighthawk again, except this time Nighthawk’s wife Sin steps in to try and stop the punishment. Screaming at her to get out of the way Nighthawk tries to get out of the handcuffs but can’t do it. Reaching into his pocket again Vendetta gets another evil look on his face and prepares to THROW A FIREBALL at the back of Nighthawk. But just as he lets it go Sin steps in to save her husband and takes a fireball to the face, leaving her writhing in the corner with her husband unable to do anything to protect her.)
Carl Franks: “ I don’t have any words. I just don’t have any words.”
Ray Quadros: “For once, Carl, I completely agree with you. This is one of the most disgusting acts I have ever seen.”
Thank You With Sprinkles on Top
Written by: Neil
Wren Chesney remains beside herself as her plans to finally fire Commissioner Butcher were thwarted last week by her own pipsqueak, bean counter husband, Victor Cornelius Roberts. It’s a bitter pill to swallow that a year has almost come and gone and she’s still not in complete control of PWA.
As she sits alone in a personal skybox seat overlooking the Violation action, devilish plans begin to form in her head as she prepares to do whatever is necessary to obtain her goals now. The gloves will be off from here on out.
Then suddenly to add to her problems, here comes the Commissioner himself to pay her a visit just to rub it in. The Butcher enters the skybox with a grin from cheek to cheek as he knows just how much his very presence irks her.
The Butcher: Wren…
Wren: What do you want?!
The Butcher: Actually, I wanted to make a peace offering.
Wren: Peace? With you? Impossible!
The Butcher: For the betterment of PWA. Wren, it’s time we move past this personal grudge and focus on making this company better than it ever was before.
Wren: There’s only one way to make PWA better and that’s for you to leave!
The Butcher: Fine. I’ll leave.
Wren Chesney looks up with a scowl over her face yet she appears to be intrigued over what was just said.
Wren: You’ll leave?
The Butcher: Yeah. I’ll leave…this skybox. But not PWA.
Wren: Go to hell, Cortez!
The Butcher: Oh before I go, perhaps you can shed some light on something that I don’t quite understand. Last week with the voting, who voted to keep me?
Wren: Those inept businessmen John Harkes and Gil Silver! Who else would have backed a worthless, lazy minority such as yourself?
The Butcher: But that’s two. If they were the only ones, I wouldn’t be standing here. Who else voted to keep me in PWA?
Before Wren can even respond, in walks her nerdy husband, VCR. Upon seeing him, Mrs. Chesney begins to seethe beyond the point of forming a complete a sentence.
Wren: GET OUT!!! GET OUT ALL OF YOU!!!
She then starts pushing her husband out the door. In fact, she shoves him out the door until VCR falls on his ass in the hallway. The Commissioner just casually walks out of the skybox after viewing a scene he didn’t think he’d ever see. Wren slams the door in both of their faces as Mr. Roberts gets to his feet. VCR starts pounding on the door with both hands and crying like a baby.
VCR: Wren!…Let me in!…Please! Wren!…Let me in!…I’m sorry! *cries*
The Butcher: You’re sorry? What are you sorry about, Roberts?
VCR: This is all my fault! I’m the reason you’re still here! You should be fired but I saved you!
The Butcher: You saved me? What do you mean?
VCR: Article 12, Section 1A, Clause 3 of your contract states that if the Board ties in votes to fire you, you keep your job! I voted to keep you! I was the last vote! I tied the voting! Wren! I’m sorry!
The Commissioner is a bit dumbfounded over this. This little scrawny twerp saved his job? Someone who was clearly under Wren’s thumb defied her to help him?
The Butcher: Victor.
VCR: What?
The Butcher: What kind of ice cream do you like?
VCR: Strawberry. Why?
The Butcher: Let’s go down to the food court and see if they have some. I owe you…friend.
VCR: Friend? You want to be my friend?
The Butcher: Yes. You’re a brave man to have done what you did, Victor. I like to be friends with brave men.
Mr. Roberts eyes light up beyond his glasses as the tears stop flowing. Someone wants to be his friend! Even if it’s the enemy Butcher, he has found a friend!
VCR: Mr. Commissioner, can I ask you something?
The Butcher: Sure. Call me Jimmy.
VCR: Jimmy…
The Butcher: Yeah?
VCR: Can I have sprinkles on my ice cream?
The Butcher: Of course you can, friend. You can have whatever you want.
With that said, the two make their way down the hallway to find some ice cream. Apparently after hearing the whole conversation behind the door, Wren Chesney swings the door open and appears to be extremely agitated at the time.
Wren: Ice cream? He’s going to buy my husband off with ice cream?! What the FUC—!
Dan Manheim vs. Demon Knight
Written by: Neil
Fireballs begin to erupt from the stage as an eerie red hue engulfs the arena. The heavy metal guitar riffs of "ENTER SANDMAN" by Metallica begin to fill the atmosphere as the Tron lights up with grotesque images of bloody opponents that have fallen upon the feet of the "Big Red Devil". Suddenly, the place goes dark. The Tron fills up with static, but every other frame, a red and black mask appears. The static finally gives way and with one huge explosion, the monster is revealed atop the stage.
The lights in the arena darken a bit. "Switchback" by Biohazard plays as Dan Manheim walks out from behind the curtain. He does a few jumps to prepare himself as he walks forward to a shower of pyros beside him. He walks through the pyros and starts down the ramp towards the ring. The lights come back to normal as Dan jumps on the apron to a massive turnbuckle pyro. He gets in the ring, raising balled fists in the air to some boos.
Franks: This one has power moves written all over it, Ray.
Quadros: I never thought I’d see Dan Manheim look small, Carl. Demon Knight is just massive.
Referee Steve Upshaw calls for the bell! DING! Here we go! Dan Manheim and Demon Knight circle around the ring for a moment before locking up. Knight against the advantage by pushing Manheim back into a corner. Demon Knight with a shoulder to the midsection in the corner. Follow up hammer blows by Knight! Referee Upshaw wants a clean break and Demon Knight gives him that by tossing Dan Manheim out of the corner. The hulking Demon Knight begins to stalk his opponent as Dan Manheim sits up and looks to be a bit surprised at the ease he was thrown at.
Franks: Dan Manheim looks like he’s just realizing what he’s dealing with here, Ray.
Quadros: I give Manheim credit though. He isn’t going to back down.
Knight reaches down to grab Manheim by the hair but Manheim gives him a stiff shot to the kidneys. Follow up European uppercut by Manheim knocks Knight backwards. Dan Manheim with an Irish whip that sends Knight to the ropes. Manheim catches Knight on the run with a DDT! He makes the cover! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Manheim is quick to get to his feet and runs towards the ropes. He bounces off and puts a boot right to Knight’s face! He hooks the leg now for the pin fall! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT!
Dan Manheim applies a seated full nelson to take advantage of his downed opponent. But Demon Knight seems to be too big as he starts to power up to a knee. Now the crowd is starting to get behind this freak known as Demon Knight! Elbow to the midsection of Dan Manheim! Another elbow! Another! Demon Knight with a snap mare takedown to break free! Knight runs towards the ropes and returns with a stiff kick to the back of Dan Manheim’s head! Cover! 1!...2!…THRE…KICK OUT!
Franks: Oh! Dan Manheim didn’t see that coming and had no time to react!
Quadros: Dan Manheim still was able to kick out though, Carl. He’s showing he can take a hit.
Demon Knight waits for Manheim to get to his feet. Belly-to-belly suplex by Demon Knight! Cover! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT! Demon Knight pulls Dan Manheim up by the hair and whips him hard into a corner! OH! Manheim grabs his spine in pain after the stiff contact with the turnbuckle. Here comes Knight with a running shoulder block! NO! Dan Manheim rolls out of the way and Knight runs right into the post with his shoulder!
Dan Manheim takes advantage here with an arm wringer on Knight. Another arm wringer by Manheim into a follow up clothesline that drops Demon Knight like a ton of bricks! Dan Manheim with the cover! 1...2...THRE…NO! Referee Upshaw says Knight kicks out! Dan Manheim pulls Demon Knight up and tosses him with a snap suplex that rocks the ring! Manheim starts stomping away on the arm of Demon Knight, trying to weaken it further and limit the big man‘s power. Now he applies a hammerlock and arm bar to keep Knight grounded.
Franks: Dan Manheim is doing the smart thing here, Ray. He needs to keep Knight down in order to win this match.
Quadros: Easier said than done, Carl. You try to hold down this giant.
Manheim wrenches back on the arm, trying to dislocate it. Demon Knight doesn’t want to give up after Upshaw questions him. Demon Knight powers himself back to a vertical base as Dan Manheim tries to hold onto that arm. Knight elbows Manheim in the midsection with his free arm and whips Manheim towards the ropes. Here comes Manheim as he ducks under the wild clothesline attempt by Knight! Off the ropes again goes Manheim and this time he connects with a big flying crossbody! Cover by Dan Manheim! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT!
Dan Manheim looks to be frustrated because he can’t put Demon Knight away. He heads towards the top turnbuckle and jumps off with a high flying head butt! NO! Demon Knight rolled out of the way and Dan Manheim bounces face first off the mat! Knight is up and runs towards the ropes as Manheim is getting to his feet! Point Blank boot to the face by Demon Knight! Cover! 1!…2!…2.9994313!!
Franks: How Dan Manheim kicked out of that is beyond me! He’s lucky to still have his head!
Quadros: He’s gonna need a good chiropractor after this one.
Knight rubs his battered arm for a moment before pulling Dan Manheim up by the hair again. This time he’s going for a power bomb! NO! Dan Manheim out of desperation blocks the attempt. He pushes off and spits into the face of Demon Knight! Referee Upshaw warns Manheim of that illegal tactic but it does no good as Dan Manheim runs towards the ropes and spears Knight as he’s rubbing his eyes! Cover by Manheim! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!
Dan Manheim regains the advantage with a forearm to the face of the rising Demon Knight! Irish whip by Dan Manheim! Reversed by Knight! He comes Dan Manheim off the ropes right into the Knight Spinebuster! Demon Knight steps away as he’s calling for the end here! Dan Manheim wobbles to his feet holding his back. He walks right into a boot to the midsection by Demon Knight! He powers Manheim into position for a stiff BLACK DEATH tombstone piledriver! Demon Knight makes the cover! 1!…2!…THREE!!
Franks: What a victory for Demon Knight in this match-up of power!
Quadros: I’m surprised he was able to put Dan Manheim in position for that Black Death. This guy is for real.
Gay Bashing
Written by: Filth & Fury
Backstage, we see Fury and Filth getting ready for their match against the debuting Slattery Brothers. However, their activities don't appear too serious or arduous as the half-brothers are loudly discussing "faggots" when a group of men walk into the scene from one side of the camera. The front man to this quintet, who looks eerily like Michael Stipe of REM coughs politely, stopping Fury 'n' Filth in their tracks.
With their attention, the Stipe-alike goes on to accuse the Brits of gratuitous homophobia in their promo concerning tonight's match. The group, identified as a local gay group with a name sounding like something about rainbows, go on to declare that they are in fact suing the Half-Brothers from Hell. Another man who strangely looks like Elton John shoves some papers in Tom Fury's face. He does not look amused as his brother chastises the Rainbow group, in less than civil terms. Fury reads the documents through and notices one is left blank.
Looking at "Stipe", Fury says that he's willing to allow the action to go to court and that he was confident of winning. He then asks for a stapler, which another member of the Rainbow is eager to supply. He smiles, before taking a pen out and scribbling something on it. He then arranges the papers...before stapling them to Stipe's head! Anxiously, his companions try to restore their friend's complexion.
By the time they have managed to get the staples out of Stipe's forehead, Fury and Filth have walked off laughing. The Rainbow people now look at what Fury wrote...it appears to be two words, three syllables between them, and very rude. In anger, the Elton-alike tears up the papers, saying they'll have to go back to the lawyers for a new assault charge.
However, they are soon confronted by security guards who claim the Rainbow group are disturbing the peace and force them to leave the backstage area. It appears, then, that Fury and Filth have got away with their intolerant ways, for now.
The Slattery Brothers vs. Filth & Fury
Written by: Bailey
The tag team of Filth & Fury defeated the debuting team, the Slattery Brothers. Full match to be added by the end of the day when I receive it.
Too Angry for Words
Written by: Okori
As an emotionally devastated Nighthawk sits outside the medical office at the Prudential Center, a look of shock still coursing over his face at what just happened between Vendetta and him and his wife, the unctuous PWA reporter Johnny Red sneaks up on him with a microphone and a camera crew. Slowly pulling himself up to his feet, his ice-blue eyes never for a second leaving the doctor’s door, the “Wrestling Machine” calmly waits for a question. Clad as he is in his blue-and-white ring gear, and blue-and-white ring boots, Nighthawk does nothing but stare at the doctor’s office.
Johnny Red: “Let’s start at the beginning. How is your wife Sin doing?”
Nighthawk, his voice thick with emotion as though at any second he’s going to break down: “The doctors say that the fireball… the FIREBALL….. caused 1st and 2nd degree burns. She’s going to be fine in a few weeks with rest. Unfortunately….. that means that she is going to be unable to come out on the road with me for a little while, and maybe forever. She’s petrified that this will always happen.”
Johnny Red: “Thank you Nighthawk for your time.”
Nighthawk: “Johnny I'm not done yet. Give me that microphone.”
And with that Johnny gives him the microphone and walks away, more than a little bit concerned about what the former World Light Heavyweight Champion is going to do next.
Nighthawk, his eyes slowly welling up with tears: “Vendetta every step of the way, every chance I gave you to act like a man, you didn’t take it. When you came in here and jumped me from behind two weeks in a row I went and got you a contract. That’s right it was me. I convinced Butcher to get the legal department to sign you up to a contract.
Then at Point of No Return, when you wanted to show the world that you were a better wrestler than me, I gave you the chance. And guess what? I beat you again, made you tap right in the middle of the ring to the Hangman’s Clutch. But you didn’t say you respected me.
So tonight PWA made you come out here and say it to me. And what do you go and do Vendetta? You handcuff me to the turnbuckles and make me watch as you throw a fireball into the face of my wife.
You want to not act like a man? You want to be a thug? Fine. In October we have a pay-per-view called Bad Moon Rising. There I am going to make you this offer: Since you can’t be a man I'm not going to treat you like one. We’re gonna settle this like we settle things on the streets. You and me…. inside a 15-foot-high steel cage. I am going to leave your blood all over the bars. Do you understand me? What you did here was only sign your own death certificate.”
Summer Navigation Tour
Cross Recoba vs. Nighthawk
Written by: Okori
Ring Announcer Freddy Ferdinand: “This next contest is a Summer Navigation Tour Match. The referee inside the ring is Eddie Cotton. ”
(As the lights fade to black “Space Dementia” by Muse kicks in over the sound speakers as Cross Recoba walks out from behind the curtain, quickly raising his hands over his head in expectation of victory. Sneering at the fans in the front row Cross slides in underneath the bottom rope and raises his hands again in an expectation of victory, even going so far as making a V with both hands.)
(But as Cross 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 "Holding Out For A Hero (Sweet Home Chicago Intro)" by Emery 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 Cross in the middle of the ring as the crowd claps along in time with the beat and screams “I Need A Hero” right on cue with the chorus, 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 leaping over the top rope and crouching down in his corner.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “Introducing first, in the corner to my left, he is originally from Cicero, Illinois but is now residing in Las Vegas, Nevada. He weighed in tonight at 230 pounds, and he is a former World Light Heavyweight Champion. Please welcome… “The Man Worth A Thousand Bullets” Cross Recoba!”
(As Cross steps out of his corner and into the center of the ring he is greeted with a lusty amount of boos as though he has never left. Giving the crowd an Italian salute Cross removes his ring jacket and tosses it to the outside of the ring.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “And his opponent…. In the corner to my right… from the fighting city of Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 185 pounds… he is also a former World Light Heavyweight Champion…. “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk!”
(As Nighthawk steps out of his corner, taking off his ring jacket and hanging it over the turnbuckle, the crowd tosses in streamers from every corner of the arena and begins to chant in one smooth voice “Best in the World” louder and louder until their screams threaten to shake the very foundation of the arena. Banging his taped fists on the mat and letting out a war cry Nighthawk walks out of his corner and raises one finger above his head in an anticipation of victory.)
Franks: This should be an interesting one, Ray. No love loss between these two.
Quadros: And that's because Nighthawk has to be so self righteous and tell people how bad they are for wrestling. Cross Recoba is great for wrestling!
(As the referee tries desperately to get the two men to shake hands Nighthawk breaks the ice and offers his hand in respect, which Cross looks to with naked revulsion on his face and instructs the referee to instead ring the bell which draws a determined nod from the Chicago native. Going into a collar-and-elbow tie-up Cross and Nighthawk both try to come out with an advantage which neither of them are able to get, both men jockeying with increased intensity as they try to break their opponent’s defenses and find the early advantage which none of them appear able to do. Finally giving up the ghost on the attempt altogether Cross raises his hand above his head in a test of strength challenge, waiting as the sold-out crowd in Newark beseeches the former World Light Heavyweight Champion to not take Cross up on his offer.)
(Pacing around and thinking about whether or not to accept it Nighthawk finally does so and immediately is put at a disadvantage as Cross simply hooks in the knucklelock and tries to push the “Wrestling Machine” down to his knees, which he is able to do somewhat before the Chicago native counters out of the knucklelock by rolling backwards out of the hold and applying a knucklelock himself, quickly spinning that over into a hurricanrana that gets a quick 1-count. Getting back to his feet first Cross desperately goes for a lariat which the former World Light Heavyweight Champion blocks and counters into an inverted La Majistral Cradle that he calls the Jorge Rivera Special which gets a 2-count.)
Franks: The slight speed advantage plus his veteran leadership could be the difference in Nighthawk winning this match, Ray.
Quadros: Or him not having a killer instinct and Cross Recoba having the best finisher in this company could mean he loses.
(Getting up to his feet in a rage Cross lands a blistering slap to Nighthawk’s face and quickly slaps on a side headlock, hooking it in deep as he tries to prevent the Chicago native from catching up. Trying to figure out a way to counter himself out of the side headlock the former World Light Heavyweight Champion simply turns his body inside Cross’s chest and works on pulling apart the fingers of the Las Vegas native, quickly applying a standing wristlock once he gets out of that position. Focusing on the left arm and shoulder of the “Man Worth A Thousand Bullets” he hooks in the standing wristlock deep and sweeps Cross’s legs out from underneath him as he does so, thus giving him the opening to apply even more pressure on the left arm. Getting an idea the “Wrestling Machine” begins to work on Cross’s elbow joint by rotating it first left than right, his face impassive as Cross begins to scream out in agony below him. Finally figuring out a counter Cross uses the palm of his other hand to get to his feet and then places that same palm over Nighthawk’s eyes to block his vision just long enough for Cross to escape altogether.)
(Shaking out his left arm as he tries to get some feeling back into it Cross circles Nighthawk, doing the best that he can to somehow try to think of a new plan of attack as best as he can. Eventually appearing to come up with something that he wants to try Cross circles some more and lands a forearm smash to the chin and then using the opening to try a cravate, feinting as though he is going to think about trying to land a knee to the chin of the Chicago native while he’s locked into the hold. Instead the Las Vegas native takes the former World Light Heavyweight Champion simply holds onto the cravate, at least until the “Wrestling Machine” is able to counter his way out of it by spinning his legs out of the hold and somehow managing to get a deep armdrag and hold on for another wristlock. Bending the fingers of the “Man Worth A Thousand Bullets” open and then back as he tries to find the key to weakening Cross by trying every tactic that he can think of.)
(Staying focused on his plan of attack Nighthawk simply applies a Fujiwara armbar out of the wristlock, bridging up onto the balls of his feet to add even more pressure on the hold. sneaking his other arm up Cross simply grabs a hold of the tights and rolls him over for a sneaky schoolboy which gets a long 2-count, quickly placing his two fingers up in the air to indicate just how close he was to sneaking out with a quick pin. Trying to get to his feet Cross is cut off by Nighthawk who hits a wraparound armdrag and then goes to the top rope in one smooth motion and hits a moonsault press into an armdrag that sends Cross skidding to the outside of the ring. Pressing his advantage the Chicago native goes for a swan dive somersault body block only for Cross to move at the last minute and the former World Light Heavyweight Champion to crash chin-first into the steel security guardrail. Pulling his opponent right up by the hair and laying him back-first and upside-down against the railing the “Man Worth A Thousand Bullets” hits a shoot kick to the back and then a downward lariat to the neck.)
Franks: Oh what a shot there by Cross Recoba!
Quadros: Dismantle him, Cross. Ruin his hopes and dreams of being the Light Heavyweight Champion again!
(Tossing him back in the ring with a cocky smirk on his face, as though he expected this to happen sooner or later, Cross stands on the ring apron and lands a springboard kneedrop to the back of the neck. continuing to apply steady pressure on his opponent Cross lands a pair of forearms to the face and then quickly hooks in a crucifix powerbomb for a 2-count. Climbing to the second rope carefully, stalking his opponent like a lion going after wounded prey, Cross waits for the Chicago native to get to his feet and then sails off with a European uppercut to the jaw that makes an audible smack which echoes throughout the arena. Getting an evil grin on his face the Las Vegas native pulls up the “Wrestling Machine” by his mouth and slaps him in the face before whipping him as hard as he can into the turnbuckles chest-first, sending Nighthawk convulsing in the corner before the “Man Worth A Thousand Bullets” follows him in first with a pair of insulting bootscrapes to the face followed right behind with a soccer kick to the head.)
(Deciding that he needs to apply more pressure to get the victory that he is looking for Cross pulls Nighthawk up to his feet and lands a rapid-fire barrage of forearms to the face and head and then landing a pair of open-hand slaps to the face, smirking as the Chicago native struggles to stay upright. Hitting a snap suplex the “Man Worth A Thousand Bullets” steps back a pace and lands a diving spiraling European uppercut to the back of the neck, following that up with a running necksnap. Continuing with his strike-heavy strategy Cross fires a knife-edge chop right in-between the shoulder blades and then follows that up with a short knee strike to the head. Pulling the Chicago native up to his feet Cross kicks him in the stomach and then hits a traditional piledriver, following that up with a elbowdrop to the head.)
Franks: What a neck compressing piledriver there by Cross Recoba! That has to be it!
Quadros: Cover him Cross!
(Deciding that he is going to try and finish this now Cross goes for the La Cosa Nostra only to have Nighthawk block it with a massive palm strike to the chin that sends Cross into the corner, grabbing the top rope to keep from falling over himself. Quickly shaking the cobwebs off the Chicago native hits a handspring elbow to the chin, waiting until Cross staggers out of the corner to hit him with a snap hurricanrana.)
(As Nighthawk goes up to the top rope Cross is there waiting for him with a well-timed low blow and setting him up on the top strand of ring rope. Leaping off the opposite turnbuckle the Las Vegas native goes for a leaping lariat which Nighthawk counters right into the Hangman’s Clutch. Cinching in the hold tight the “Wrestling Machine” draws a submission.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “The winner of the match, as a result of a submission, “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk!”
Franks: Nighthawk wins another bout in the Summer Navigation Tour! Who can stop him?
Quadros: Damn it! Liam Travers will get him next week! 2 out of 3 falls!
You want the truth!?...You can't handle the truth!
Written by: Andrew
(Butcher is shown walking down the backstage corridors of the Prudential Center as he makes his way toward his office. The PWA Commissioner approaches the entrance, but stops when he sees Miranda Buck standing near the door.)
Miranda: Commissioner! Do you have a moment to talk?
Butcher: Make it quick,Miranda. I'm pretty busy.
Miranda: Well, rumor has it that you've been in contact with the phycisans that have been treating Terminus and Jason Sandman for the injuries that they sustained during their match at Point of No Return. Any word on their condition?
Butcher: Well, from what the doctors have told me, both Terminus and Jason Sandman sustained severe burns and lacerations during the course of the match, and they both suffered internal bleeding as a result of the unfortunate accident that followed the conclusion of that encounter.
So, I think that it's safe to say that we won't be seeing either of those two madmen inside a ring at any point in the near future.
Of course, everyone here in the Premiere Wrestling Alliance wishes them a speedy recovery...and hopes that they've learnt their lesson about engaging in matches that can produce such catastrophic results...
(Just as Miranda is about ready to ask a follow-up question, the sound of a familiar voice can be heard emitting a disgusted chuckle. Butcher rolls his eyes, and whirls around to see the figure of Natalie Snow, who is standing behind him with her arms folded across her chest.)
Butcher: Great...just great. What do you want, Natalie?
Natalie: What do I want? WHAT DO I WANT!? I want you to tell Miranda, and everyone else in the world the TRUTH for once in your miserable excuse of a life! THAT'S what I want, Butcher!
Butcher: And, what, dare I ask, is the "truth", as you see it?
(Natalie takes a couple of steps forward toward the Butcher as her lips purse in anger.)
Natalie: The truth, Butcher, is that someone tried their level best to sabatoge the Final Solution match and to KILL the man that I love and the man that he still considers to be one of his very best friends!
Butcher: Now, wait just a damned second, Natalie!
I know that you're upset about occured in the aftermath of that match, but accidents happen..especially when one deals with match stipulations that involve a considerable amount of explosives!
But...just like always, you're looking to blame someone else for your man's mistakes, and to take out your anger about the fact that you're not getting any on the most convenient target!
(Natalie's mouth drops open for a moment, and then, without warning, she winds up and slaps the taste out of Butcher's motuh with one of the hardest open handed blows that you'll ever see.)
Natalie: You...You goat-fucking pile of pig vomit! I'll kill you where you stand you sanctamonious shithead! I'll...I'll...
(Out of nowhere a hand comes from behind Natalie and pulls her back. Natalie turns around to see MK standing there.)
MK: Natalie! This isn't helping anything....
Natalie: But...But...how can he even THINK that what happened was an accident, MK!?
Butcher: Umm...maybe because it WAS an accident?
(MK levels an ice-cold stare at Butcher.)
MK: Quiet! Don't even think about talking right now, because I know damned well that anything you say will be a lie!
Butcher, smirking: OK, I'll play along, Mary Katherine. What, exactly, makes you think that I'm lying about the fact that I think that what happened was simply an accident?
MK: Just taking into account your past. Every time you lips move a lie comes out.
Butcher: Well, that's really funny, MK, because, taking into your past, it seems that every time you open YOUR mouth, a certain male organ comes in!
(MK gazes blankly at the Commisioner for a moment, and then, with a wild battle cry, lunges at Butcher only to be caught by Natalie and held back from further attacks after her initial slap connects against the Butcher's already-reddened cheek!)
M.K: Let me go, Nat! Let me complete the task that Jason started a few weeks ago and end this fuck's pathetic little existence once and for all!
Natalie: NO! We don't want Evan and Jason to be held responsible for our actions, MK!
MK looks at Natalie, and her gaze softens slightly, only to harden as she glares at Butcher.)
MK: You didn't kill him, Cortez. You didn't kill him and once he gets back Jason will complete the job he started at Violation 36!
Butcher: Yes, well, you two can make all the threats and accusations that you want, but until such time as you can provide concrete proof that what happened at PONR wasn't an accident, then I'm not inclined to take the claims of two love-struck loonies like yourself that seriously.
Natalie, breaking into a nasty grin: Maybe you won't take what we say seriously, Cortez...but it might be a different story when you're forced to explain yourself to Evan and Jason...
M.K, smiling in a fashion that's equally unfriendly.: Or, better yet...Terminus and the Angel...
Butcher: Well, I'll worry about that after they spend at least a few more months of quality time in the hospital that seems to be their current residence.
M.K.: Oh, I think you'll have to contend with them a bit sooner than that, Cortez...
Butcher: What's that supposed to mean?
Natalie: It means, you brain-dead pile of bat guano, that Terminus and Jason Sandman will be at next week's Violation...and, while you don't seem inclined to take what we have to say that seriously, I think you'll be forced to listen to to statement that they'll be making next week.
(Natalie gives Butcher a disgusted stare, and turns her attention back to MK.)
Natalie: Come on, MK, let's get back to the hospital. I, for one, have had quite enough of dealing with this sub-human sack of kitten crap!
MK: That makes two of us...
(With that, MK and Natalie spin on their heels and walk away without saying another word. Butch mutters a curse under his breath, and then storms into his office and slams the door, leaving Miranda standing there open-mouthed in shock at the scene that just went down.)
Light Heavyweight Division #2 Ranking Match
Vendetta vs. Liam Travers
Written by: Andrew
Franks: Well, our next contest features two well schooled competitors who are vying for the right to become the Number Two contender to the World Light Heavyweight Title.
Quadros: Which means about as much as earning the right to call yourself the second best candidate in a Presidential Election, if you think about it.
Franks: You don't think this match means anything, then, Ray?
Quadros: Oh it means a lot...after all, the winner earns that chance to say that he's not as big of a loser as the guy he defeated, and I'm sure that counts for something!
(As 'Miseria Cantare' begins Liam steps out onto the entrance ramp.
Travers first looks to the right of the entrance before glancing towards the left of the entrance at the crowd. Liam begins walking to the ring rolling his shoulders and neck as well as his wrists in order to loosen up before his match begins. Once at the ring Liam walks up the stairs and stands looking out towards the crowd, before making his way toward the corner to await the arrival of his opponent.)
Quadros: God, this guy is so boring! He always has such a serious expression on his face...I'm beginning to think it's due to the fact that he has no personality!
Franks: It's called focus, Ray! Maybe you should look up its definition in the dictionary sometime!
Quadros: Right...and while I'm at it, I'll look up the word "annoying" and more than likely see your picture beside it.
(“Shottas” by Juelz Santana Ft. Cam'ron and Sizzle hits the speaker system. The crowd is up and they are raining down with boos. The curtain brushes aside and out first is Michael Bourne; followed by JJ Biggs and then Vendetta. JJ and Michael walk a bit down the ramp, then they stop and they both point up at Vendetta; who raises both fists above his head, which sets off pyros to his left and right. All three men make their way to the ring. Bourne and Biggs stop at the ring, but Vendetta rolls in. He gets to his feet and he walks to the ropes before raising both fists above his head once again, which causes the crowd to boo louder.)
Quadros: How can the crowd not like this guy!? He's young, he's charismatic, he's talented, and he's got JJ Biggs in his corner! What's not to like?
Franks: Maybe the fact that he's arrogant, and already considers himself to be the best wrestler in the world despite the fact that he's only had a handful of matches?
Quadros: Hey, you've told me in the past that you think that you're a good lover, and we all know that you've only had sex a handful of times! What's the difference!?
Franks: I...well...Oh look, the match is about to start!
(The two competitors keep their eyes locked upon one another as referee Steve Upshaw conducts a quick search for weapons, and then signals for the opening bell. Travers and Vendetta start to circle one another, each man looking for an opening to exploit, before the Canadian shoots forward into an attempted double leg takedown. Vendetta sprawls to thward the attempt, and then counters by applying a front chancery. Travers keeps his cool, and then grabs his opponent's wrist and counters into a grounded hammerlock; the Miami native winces as Liam starts to crank up the pressure on the hold, but he keeps his wits about him and works his way to a seated position, and then to his feet. Vendetta then feints a back elbow, which causes Travers to loosen his grip on the hold and allows him to take the Canadian down to the mat with a nice drop toehold. Vendetta floats over into a side headlock, only to have Travers reach up with his legs and reverse into a tight headscissors. Not to be outdone, Vendetta kips up and out of the hold and back to his feet just as Liam scrambles back to a standing position!)
*SLICK TECHNICAL EXCHANGE POP!*
(The two stare daggers at one another for a moment, before lunging forward into a lock-up. The spend a couple of seconds jockeying for position until Travers gains control with a top wristlock; Liam then takes his opponent back down to the mat with a nice back heel trip, only to have his foe kip back up to his feet, grab him by the hair, and pull him down hard onto his back. Vendetta immediately drops on top of Travers and applies a lateral press for the first pinfall attempt of the match; 1...Liam kicks out with authority and glares at him as he rises to his feet. Vendetta simply responds by giving his opponent a cocky smirk, and tells him to "quit being such a bitch".)
Franks: The absolute lack of disrespect that Vendetta just showed Travers is unbelievable!
Quadros: Yeah, well...if Travers doesn't care for Vendetta's attitude, then maybe he should do something about it..otherwise, he really is a bitch!
(Liam's eyes go wide at the insult, and Vendetta sticks his chin out and tells him to take his best shot. Travers breaks out into a nasty grin as he cocks his fist-only to step forward, apply a tight headlock, and take his opponent down to the mat. Vendetta works his way back to his feet, and pulls back on his opponent's hair yet again, allowing him to shove his opponent off of him and into the ropes. Travers, though, is able to use the momentum of this move to bounce off into a hard shoulder block that drops his rival onto his back. An embolded Travers decides to use the same tactic again as he watches his foe climb back to his feet, but this time the Miami native is able to duck under his rival's attack, and then spring to his feet and catches his opponent with a well executed cross bodyblock for another pinfall attempt: 1...2...Travers once again kicks out and then rolls away from his rival who simply gives him another condescending grin as he watches him rise to his feet.)
Quadros: For all Liam's techincal prowess, it seems as though Vendetta's got his number so far. He's stayed one step ahead of the Canadian, and has fnished off most of the exhanges. I guess that just goes to show that America is indeed superior to Canada in every way!
( Vendetta motions his opponent that he wants to engage in another lock-up, and Liam seems only to happy to oblige as he lunges forward. However, the Miami native catches him with a knee to the gut on the way in that causes him to double over in pain. Vendetta then delivers a series of Kawada kicks to the face, and caps the sequence with a headbutt that sends his opponent reeling back into the ropes. The Miami native then steps forward, and whips his opponent into the other set of strands, and then bounces off the ropes and tries to take his opponent's head off with a running lariat. NO! Liam ducks, and then bounces off the ropes and leaps up into a Thesz Press, and then follows up that move with a series of hard right hands to the head!)
Franks: Well, it looks as though Travers had finally decided that he's had enough of being disrespected by his opponent, and is making a statement of his own about his ability to not only wrestle, but to fight as well!
(Travers takes a moment to collect himself, and then stares through narrow eyes at his opponent as he watches him wobble drunkenly back to his feet. Liam then grabs his opponent by his arm, twists it behind his opponent's back into a hammerlock, and then spins him around and takes him over with a sweet bridging Northern Lights Suplex for his first pinfall attempt of the match: 1...2...Kick out! Undaunted, Travers simply pulls his opponent back up by the arm, applies a standing armbar, and then leaps into the air and spins himself into a pretty spectacular Tornado Single-Arm DDT! Liam quickly applies a Keylock to his downed opponent, and cranks on the submission as Vendetta cries out in agony and desperately tries to drag himself toward the ropes to force a break of the hold.)
Franks: Liam's got that submission hold locked in tight and Vendetta's long, long way from the ropes! I think Vendetta is going to have to tap soon, or else suffer some permanent damage to that arm!
Quadros: Not if JJ and Micheal have anything to say about it!
(Bourne climbs onto the ring apron, and starts complaining bitterly to his opponent about the legality of the hold; Steve Upshaw storms over to where Bourne is standing, and orders him to get down or risk being tossed out by security. Bourne eventually relents...but not before JJ Biggs slides into the ring and drags Liam off of his opponent. Before the Canadian can react, Biggs boots him hard in the gut, and then sinks in a double underhook and plants him with a Butterfly Piledriver!)
* UNHOLY HEEL POP! *
(Biggs slides out of the ring with a huge smile on his face, while Bourne noncahlantly hops off the apron and smirks slightly as he watches Vendetta shake some feeling back into his arm and then turn his attention back to his opponent. The Miami native hauls his opponent back to his feet, and then quickly scoops him off the mat, and drops down into a brutal square driver that causes his opponent's head to bounce off the canvas in sickening fashion. Vendetta breaks out into a wide smile as he lies back on his opponent in the most lacksadasical of covers: 1....2....THRE-NO! Travers somehow got a shoulder off the canvas! Vendetta's mouth drops open in disbelief, and he glares at the official for a moment before hauling Travers back to his feet, and then taking him over into a sick backdrop driver that causes Liam to land directly onto the back of his head! Another cover; 1........2.........THRRREHOLY! Kick Out at 2.9999999999!!!!)
Franks: My God! Travers has taken some devastating high impact maneuvers over the course of the past couple of minutes, but he judt will not stay down!
Quadros: Yeah, well, that's because he's stupid. But then again, what do you expect from someone who lives in Canada!
(Vendetta looks like he's had quite enough of Travers, and signals to the crowd that the end is near as he hauls his opponent back to his feet, and then spikes him down hard with an Implant DDT. He then climbs to top rope, and sails off into his Shockwave Spinal Tap! WAIT! Travers is somehow able to roll out of the way at the last second, and Vendetta hits the canvas and rolls around on the canvas, gasping for air! The Candian takes a moment to shake off the effects of the beating that he's suffered, and then lets out a loud battle cry as he pulls his opponent back to his feet and doubles him over with a kick to the gut. Travers then lifts him upside down, and then drops down into a perfectly executed Snap Brainbuster Suplex! As the crowd urges him on, Travers then vaults to the top rope, and prepares to execute his Candian Twilight 450! Wait a second! JJ and Bourne are both sprinting toward Travers in the hopes of thwarting this maneuver. Liam sees them coming, though, and stop them in their tracks with a magnificent Shooting Star Plancha to the outside that connects flush against the forms of Vendetta's management team!)
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
(Travers takes a moment to dust himself off, and then hops onto the apron just as the Miami native is beginning to rise off the mat. Liam watches him turn around with a predatory gleam in his eye, and then springboards off the top rope into a dropkick that catches Vendetta flush in the face! Down goes Vendetta! Travers draws his tumb across his throat as he hauls his stricken opponent back to his feet, and then lifts him up into Suplex Position yet again, before dropping down into a sick Suplex Piledriver! CANADIAN CATACLYSM! Travers chooses not to go for the cover, but instead rolls his opponent over, and applies the Crossface Chickenwing Camel Clucth that he calls CANADIAN PAIN! Vendetta cries out in agony, and vigously nods his head when Steve Upshaw asks him if he wants to call it a night! )
Ferdinand: Your winner...by submission....LIAM TRAVERS!
(Travers releases the hold, and takes a moment to bask in the cheers of the fans before sliding out of the ring, smilling slightly as he watches Biggs and Bourne enter the ring to check on the condition of the stricken Vendetta. Liam slaps of few of the outstretched hands offered by some of the fans, and his smile grows just a little wider as sections of the fans begin to chant his name as he exits the arena.)
Franks: Well, Liam Travers scores another big victory, and remains undefeated since his return to action in the PWA!
Quadros: yeah...he also remains the most boring competitor that I've ever witnessed!
Franks: *smirking* Maybe you should look up the definition of 'sour grapes" in the dictionary, Ray!
Quadros: And maybe I can take that dictionary and shove it directly up your-
Franks: Oh look, folks...I think it's time for us to go to a commerical break!
Wash My Dishes
Written by: Neil
Commissioner Butcher is seated behind his desk with a sneer forming over his face after another eventful night in PWA. As he fills out some paperwork for a suspension to be given to Vendetta by the end of the night, he finds himself disturbed for the moment by a knocking on his open door. He looks up to find Miranda Buck standing there with a cameraman in tow.
Miranda: You wanted to see me again, Commissioner?
The Butcher: Yes, I wanted to add a little something to our conversation earlier. The one that was rudely interrupted by Natalie Snow and Mary-Katherine.
Miranda: What is it?
The Butcher: Indeed, Terminus and Jason Sandman will be in attendance next week to speak about the accident…I want to stress the word accident…that took place at Point of No Return. But that’s not all.
Miranda: There’s more?
The Butcher: There will be a match.
Miranda: Will Terminus and Jason Sandman be in any condition to compete that night, Commissioner?
The Butcher: Oh it won’t be them competing, Ms. Buck. Instead, I am booking their…charming…lady friends in a match.
Miranda: You’re booking Natalie Snow and Mary-Katherine in a match? Against who?
The Butcher: Each other. But it won’t be just a regular match, Miranda. No, these two women need to be taught some proper etiquette and learn to be more lady-like. See, once the women in this country began leaving the home to go to work behind some cash register somewhere, their duties in the home stopped being done. And that is when we started to lose control.
Miranda: Who has lost control?
The Butcher: Don’t interrupt, Miranda. See, with the current situation between myself and my wife thanks to London McCormack, the dirty dishes have begun to pile up. Between running a multi-million dollar company, saving my own job, and fixing a situation a couple crybabies left us in, I haven’t had the time to clean my dishes. So next week my dishes will be here. And next week Natalie Snow and Mary-Katherine will participate in the first ever Clean My Dishes match.
Miranda: What? How is this match even possible?
The Butcher: I will have my dishes at ringside with two tubs of water. These two “ladies” will wrestle each other until one has been incapacitated for the moment. Then Miss Snow or Miss MacDonald will wash my dishes. Whichever lady has cleaned the most of my dishes after the 15-minute time limit expires will be declared the winner.
Miranda: That’s disgusting, Commissioner. Do you have any idea how sexist and repulsive your idea is?
The Butcher: Perhaps then those two will be more lady-like after this experience. And if they refuse to participate, well, I suppose I can just revoke their backstage clearance until I see fit. Now run along, Miss Buck, and tell those two to prepare and practice all week for what they’re going to need to do. I expect my dishes to be spotless.
The Commissioner leans back in his chair with a smile as Miranda Buck leaves the office with a disgusted expression painting her face.
Main Event
Kaito vs. Captain Howdy
Written by: Neil
The lights dim, as "Captain Howdy" begins to play. He walks to the ring, smiling and waving one moment, cursing and snarling at the fans the next. On the screen behind him, are scenes from several matches and brutal attacks he has participated in during his career. He rolls under the bottom rope, standing and giving the ring attendant his jacket with instructions to place it on the announcer's table. He goes to the far side of the ring from the entrance ramp, and waits in the corner, watching for his opponent.
Franks: Captain Howdy didn’t bring his walking stick today, Ray.
Quadros: I wouldn’t either. The last time he was in the ring with Kaito the stick ended up getting damaged.
The lights go out in the arena. A dragon roar is heard over the arena speakers as fire explodes from the stage area. Jiraiya Kaito is launched from underneath the stage and lands on one knee as the first opening riff of Acma's "Follow Your Generation" plays. Blue lights swoop throughout the arena at the same time. Upon the next riff, white lights swoop back in the opposite direction. On the third riff, blue lights swoop back in their original direction. As the song progresses, blue and white lights go into a strobe effect in tune with the music. Jiraiya Kaito looks up at the ring and stands up while the fans show their appreciation for him. He then begins to walk down to the ring with a look of determination on his face. Jiraiya Kaito leaps up onto the top turnbuckle and faces the ring. He holds his hands above his head and brings them together in prayer-mode. He takes a deep breath before leaping off the top turnbuckle and lands on one knee while pounding the middle of the ring with a single fist, causing blue flames to erupt from all four ring posts. The lights return to normal as he looks up from his kneeling position. He stands upright and soaks in the admiration from the fans in attendance.
Franks: It’s the former World Heavyweight Champion, Ray! Kaito looks to be on a mission to reclaim what was taken from him by dubious circumstances.
Quadros: I wouldn’t call it dubious, Carl. I’d call it classless. Let that other guy go be a worthless throwback.
Referee Andy Sheppard calls for the bell to get this main event match underway! The two lock up and Kaito is quick to apply a head lock. Howdy feels it out for a moment and pushes the former Champion towards the ropes. Kaito returns and slides between the legs of the waiting Captain Howdy. Kaito nips back up and catches Howdy with a knife-edge chop that sends the Captain stumbling backwards for a moment. Follow up mixed striking combo by Kaito! Kick to midsection, kick to lower back, kick to midsection, kick to middle back, kick to chest, kick to upper back! Final enzuigiri by Kaito! NO! Captain Howdy catches the leg and plows through Kaito with a clothesline!
Franks: What a series of moves there by Kaito but Captain Howdy weathered the storm and came out on top!
Quadros: Kaito with the style. Howdy with the substance.
Howdy now has control as he pulls Kaito up and clubs him across the back with a forearm. He bulls Kaito into a corner with a shoulder block and then continues to club the light heavyweight across the back with strong blows. Referee Sheppard wants a clean break and gets one as the Captain runs Kaito’s eyes across the top rope! Rope burn! As Kaito rubs his eyes in pain, Captain Howdy goes around the back and drops Kaito on his neck with a high angle back drop! Howdy hooks the leg! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT!
Franks: Captain Howdy is all ready imposing his will through unorthodox means, Ray.
Quadros: Kaito wanted Howdy at his best, Carl. That also means he’s going to get the Captain at his worst.
Captain Howdy stomps on the neck of Kaito before running towards the ropes and coming off with a delayed double knee to the neck! Howdy rolls Kaito over again for a cover…1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Captain Howdy pulls Kaito up into a vertical suplex. Kaito rolls through and lands on his feet! Howdy turns around and gets caught with a rolling wheel kick to the face! Kaito gets up, holding his neck for a moment before executing a standing moonsault for a cover! 1...2...KICK OUT!
Now Kaito is in control as he helps Howdy to his feet. A couple open handed strikes to the head by Kaito knocks Howdy back into the corner. Kaito with a series of chops done in rapid succession! WHOO! CHOP! WHOOO! CHOP! WHOOOO! CHOP! WHOOOOO! CHOP! WHOOOOO! One more chop sends Howdy to the canvass in the corner! WHOOOOO!! Slingshot dropkick to the face of Howdy by Kaito! OH! Kaito pulls Howdy out of the corner and makes the cover! 1!…2!…THRE….KICK OUT!!
Franks: My God that was just a sick kick to the face there by Kaito!
Quadros: Do you respect him now, Howdy?
Kaito claps for a faster count from Sheppard before getting to his feet. He runs towards the ropes and comes off with a rolling senton but Howdy had him scouted and lifts his knees to protect himself! Kaito’s back arcs from the contact and he rolls to the side holding his spine! Captain Howdy shakes off the brutal kick to the face as he sees the advantage. He pulls Kaito up off the mat and applies a bear hug to compress the sore spinal column. Howdy has it in deep and Kaito can only writhe in pain as he‘s being squeezed. Kaito attempts to break free with a shot to the face but Captain Howdy holds on. Kaito with another blow to the face, only this time he connects with the nose! Howdy releases the bear hug and drops Kaito to the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex! Captain Howdy rubs his nose for a moment before he hooks the leg. 1...2...KICK OUT!!
Howdy turns Kaito over and gets in a couple stomps to the lower back. He then drives a knee into the spine and pulls back on Kaito’ head, trying to snap the former Champion in two! Referee Sheppard asks Kaito if he wants to give up from this unorthodox submission. The answer is no! Captain Howdy could care less as he roughly drives Kaito face first into the mat. Captain Howdy with a double stomp across the back that causes Kaito to cringe even more with pain. Howdy appears to be having fun with this as he pulls Kaito back up and applies another bear hug. The crowd begins to grow restless as Captain Howdy continues to have the upper hand.
Franks: Captain Howdy is taking control here by targeting the back of Kaito. Any reason why, Ray?
Quadros: It’s real simple, Carl. Kaito relies on a lot of power for a little man. If Howdy can weaken Kaito’s core, then it will limit his offense.
Franks: Wow, you can sound smart sometimes.
Quadros: Oh shut up.
And as Captain Howdy continues to target the back, with little to no effort at all as he takes Kaito from a bear hug into a torture rack! Kaito yells out in pain as he gets bent backwards over Howdy’s large shoulders. Then without warning, Captain Howdy drops Kaito back first over his knee! OH! Captain Howdy with a forearm to the face and a cover! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Captain Howdy seems to enjoy the fact that he kicked out as he pulls Kaito up and looks to do more damage. Kaito looks beat as Captain Howdy whips him with authority into the turnbuckles! Kaito arcs his back again in pain as he slams hard! Howdy runs at him full bore again but Kaito barely gets out of the way this time! Captain Howdy crashes so hard into the turnbuckles that he bounces off and backs into a dragon suplex from Kaito! Bridge! 1...2...THREE! NO! KICK OUT!!
Kaito gets up, favoring his lower back some, and waits for Howdy to get to his feet. Howdy is up and turns around, walking right into a STO from Kaito! The crowd pops as Kaito makes another cover! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Bow & Arrow submission applied by Kaito as he is now targeting the back of the Captain! Referee Sheppard is down and asking Howdy if he wants to give up! NO is the reply! Kaito pulls back the submission a little further! Again Sheppard asks! NO says Captain Howdy! Kaito releases the hold!
Franks: Captain Howdy just didn’t want to give up, Ray.
Quadros: He has something to prove here tonight, Carl. It’s not fair for him to lose once in the Kaito Invitational and then have the title vacated like that!
Kaito lands a stiff kick across the back of Howdy as he’s getting up. Another stiff kick! Another! Still, Captain Howdy fights his way to his feet! Spinning round house kick by Kaito drapes Captain Howdy across the ropes in a prone position! Kaito runs towards the ropes, bounces off and looks for a lightning leg lariat to send Howdy over the ropes to the floor! NO! Howdy ducks and Kaito goes over the top rope! Kaito lands on the apron! Howdy turns around and yanks Kaito neck first across the top rope, sending the former World Heavyweight Champion to the floor below!
Franks: Oh that was a cheap shot there by Captain Howdy!
Howdy slides out of the ring as Referee Sheppard demands this match return to the ring. Howdy takes advantage of the rising Kaito by pushing him into the barrier with a shoulder block! The fans try to get involved in the action while Hammerfist Security keeps them at bay. Howdy sends Kaito crashing hard into the wall of the announcers’ table, sending Ray Quadros running for his life. The Captain is now ripping up some of the cow mats from the floor, exposing the concrete below! OH! Inverted face plant by Howdy onto the floor! Kaito is rolling around holding his head like it was just driven into the floor, which it was!
Franks: Geez! Captain Howdy just slammed Kaito’s head into the floor right in front of us!
Quadros: That should be it, folks.
Captain Howdy rolls Kaito into the ring and makes the cover for the victory. 1!…2!…2.99313454!! Sheppard is holding up two fingers! Kaito kicked out! Now Howdy has some unkind words with Mr. Sheppard over his officiating. Perhaps Mr. Sheppard should leave the ring! And he does! Captain Howdy returns his attention towards a rising Kaito. Kaito is holding his head stiff and gets kicked in the midsection.
He attempts a snapmare but Kaito rolls through and lands on his feet. SUPER KICK! The crowd is stunned as Captain Howdy stumbles back and then falls flat to the canvass! Kaito shakes off the headache and goes over towards the turnbuckles! Split-legged moonsault for the cover! 1...2...2.999833131!!! Kaito sits up and cannot believe it! He was sure he knocked Captain Howdy out!
Franks: My goodness! These guys just won’t quit!
Quadros: I could have sworn I saw Howdy’s eyes roll into the back of his head, Carl.
Kaito knows he’s going to have to pull out all the stops to take down this tough man. He leans back against the ropes to catch his breathe while he watches Captain Howdy begin to stir again. Howdy begins to use the ropes to get to his feet but before he can completely get up, Kaito shoves him through the ropes and out of the ring. Kaito looks out at the crowd that cheers him on! And in pure Seiryuu form, Kaito runs towards the ropes and dives over the top with a backflip placha onto the rising wobbly Howdy! “Kaito! Kaito! Kaito!” chants start as both men are down on the floor.
After a few moments on the floor, Kaito is the first to get to his feet and rolls Captain Howdy back into the ring. The pace of the match slows down as both men are feeling mighty sore after this one. Kaito attempts a cross-armed scoop brain buster but his back gives out! Howdy takes advantage with an eye rake into another bear hug that only puts more pressure onto Kaito’s lower spine! Captain Howdy turns the bear hug into an over the head flipping suplex out of no where! OH! Kaito lands stiffly on his back and neck! Captain Howdy with another cover! 1...2...2.7895436132!!
Franks: No surprise there!
Quadros: How many times is Kaito going to land on his head tonight, Carl?
Captain Howdy appears to be growing a bit tired of this game and wants to end this thing off right now! Captain Howdy reaches down and applies his triangle choke across the shin! The gogoplata he calls the Chin-up Bar! The same move he beat Jake Keeton with! Kaito squirms to break free from this hold but there isn’t much room to get around! Referee Sheppard asks if Kaito wants to give up! NO! He isn’t going to tap-out! Howdy pulls back on the move a little more, trying to cut off all circulation! Sheppard asks again as Kaito’s face is starting to turn red! NO!!
DING! DING! DING!!
The crowd starts booing as Captain Howdy releases the hold and raises his arms in victory! Kaito remains on the canvass shaking off what just happened as he regains his air. Sheppard is waving Captain Howdy off of his victory celebration as Kaito begins to sit up. Howdy doesn’t look too happy now as Referee Sheppard is explaining what just happened.
Freddy Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen! As a result of the television time-limit this match has been declared a DRAW!
Franks: Well that sucks. I want a re-match!
Quadros: Shit! We’re on TV?
The crowd starts booing a little more as Kaito rises to his feet. Captain Howdy is still questioning Sheppard if Kaito tapped out or not. Kaito whips Captain Howdy around! Uh-oh! Wait! Kaito is extending his hand towards Captain Howdy. Howdy turns away in some anger and disappointment. Kaito feels slighted here and disrespected so he turns Howdy around again. Outstretched hand is there for the taking once again by Kaito. Captain Howdy thinks about it for a moment and then shakes Kaito’s hand! Wait! He pulls Kaito in tight with a warning that next time Kaito might end up with a broken neck in a re-match if that’s what it will take. And with that Captain Howdy fetches his lime green jacket and makes his way up the entrance ramp.
Franks: Well I don’t know how long this respect thing will last between these two, Ray. Especially with the vacant PWA World Heavyweight Championship hanging in the balance.
Quadros: No doubt these two will meet again with something more on the line. Perhaps a Bad Moon Rising showdown between these two in the making?
Franks: I’m not sure but what I am sure on is PWA will continue to be in good shape with wrestlers like Kaito and Captain Howdy leading the way. If tonight’s match was any indication, we’ll be all right and better off. But that’s just one man’s opinion and we’ll leave it at that. We hope to see you all next week for Violation 40, LIVE from the Liacouras Center in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! Good night everybody!
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