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Violation 41
Sunday, September 21st, 2008
Cintas Center in Cincinnati, Ohio
Welcome
Written by: Neil
The PWA theme kicks up as a video package plays some of the action from last week. From Martyr's win in an extreme rules match, to Gaither's victory over Aiden Miles, to the Wash My Dishes match, and up to the main event featuring Captain Howdy and Kaito defeating the team of Cross Recoba and London McCormack. Then pyrotechnics fly around the Cintas Center as we head to ringside.
Franks: Welcome to another edition of Violation, ladies and gentlemen. This should be an excellent show from Nighthawk and Liam Travers' re-match to Jason Sandman facing Filth & Fury extreme rules, and the main event where Kaito and Terminus square off. Gundan RTO my cease to exist by the end of the night!
Quadros: Let's get things started, Carl. First up, Aiden Miles vs. Martyr!
Martyr vs. Aiden Miles
Written by: Craig
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.
Franks: This guy scares me a little bit.
Quadros: You're scared of your own shadow!
Franks: No... yeah...
Nonpoints In The Air Tonight plays through the speaker system, as smoke fills around the entrance ramp, hovering a few centimeters above the ground. A platform slowly rises from under the ramp, as Aiden Miles stands with his arms outstretched, with his head hung, almost like a rock star pose. As the ramp connects with the platform, Aiden Miles slowly walks down. A black army style shirt, arms cut off, unbuttoned flaps a little in the wind from the smoke machines, as Miles reaches the ring, rolling under the bottom rope.
Quadros: Aiden has been looking really focused lately.
Franks: That he has.
Martyr and Aiden stare at one another as the bell is rung. Martyr is agressive as he rushes towards Miles only to get a dropkick right on his jaw. Martyr drops down to the mat as Miles lifts him back up to a vertical base. From there, he attempts to whip him towards the ropes but Martyr reverses as Miles bounces off the ropes. Coming back, Martyr lifts him up for a spinebuster but while mid air, Aiden is able to grab the head of Martyr and spike him on the mat with a DDT! Martyr rolls out of the ring while Aiden goes to the ring apron and leaps off, going for a hurricanrana. Martyr doesn't go down easily as he is able to block the rana and slams Aiden head first into the ring barricade.
Franks: Holy crap!
Quadros: That's gonna leave a mark.
Martyr rolls Miles back into the ring as he takes his time getting in himself. Once inside the ring, Miles is already up to his feet as he leaps up and hits an enziguri on Martyr. Martyr doesn't go down right away as Miles grabs Martyr's head and hits a jawbreaker on his knees! With Martyr on the canvas, Aiden heads to the top rope. Miles is feeling froggy as he leaps off the top with a frog splash! Martyr takes the full brunt of the impact as Miles stays on top of him.
One!
Two!!
Martyr is able to pop his shoulder off of the mat. Miles gets to his knees as he shakes his head, not agreeing with that count.
Quadros: I think that was a three count myself.
Franks: It wasn't, the referee said so.
Quadros: Oh like they know how to make the right call, its like we have Ed Hochuli here!
Miles is up on his feet as he goes into the corner and slaps his palm. Martyr has pushed himself as Aiden runs full bore towards him, looking for a palm strike but Martyr is able to duck the move and grab the waist of Aiden Miles before hitting him with a release german suplex! Martyr uses the ropes to pull himself as he staggers over to Aiden, who is on his hands and knees. After a quick cut throat, Martyr lifts Aiden up off of the canvas completely before putting him in position for the Martyrdom.
Franks: This could be all if he hits this.
Quadros: I know. You don't have to point out the obvious jerk!
Before the move can be hit, Miles is able to lift up Martyr with a northern lights suplex, releasing it. Miles kips up to his feet as he lifts Martyr up and picks him up, hitting the Crash Landing! A cover follows, hooking both legs.
One!
Two!!
Three!!!
The bell rings for a second time as Aiden Miles gets back up and raises his arms.
Quadros: Looks like you were wrong.
Franks: I know it.
In the Crowd
Written by: Danny
Violation 41 is back from the commercial and we're looking at the announcers, Carl Franks and Ray Quadros.
Carl: Well, folks, we still have a hell of a show for you. The main event of Kaito going up against Terminus has the potential to be a classic plus we still got Captain Howdy fighting Brad Kane, and Jason Sandman in a handicap match against Filth and Fury.
Ray: Does anybody really think that Sandman stands a chance against those two?
Carl: I do.
Ray: Well, you're an idiot.
Carl: Hey, look over there, Ray! Is that who I think it is?
Ray: What? Stop changing the subject.
Carl: No, really, is that Chris Wilkins standing in the audience?
Ray: What? Where? My God, that is him?
Carl: Somebody get out here now and find out why Chris Wilkins is standing in the crowd!
As he finishes that sentence, Johnny Red comes sprinting out of the back and runs over to Chris Wilkins, who is standing in the front row.
Johnny: Ladies and gentlemen, look who I found! Former PWA Superstar, Chris Wilkins!
This gets a cheer from the crowd, as Chris waves to them.
Johnny: Chris, what are you doing here in Cincinnati?
Chris: Well, ya know, Johnny, before I answer that, I gotta correct you on something. Why did you say former PWA superstar? Last time I still checked, I still had a contract.
Johnny: Then what are you doing in the crowd?
Chris: Simple really. I've been suffering from the injuries lately, which is why I haven't really been around. But, I'm good to go now so I let the powers that be know that I'd be ready to go at Violation 41. Well, I showed up today, was told that I wasn't on the card and that I wasn't need at the arena. I didn't want to go back to the hotel so I bought a ticket and here I am!
Johnny: I can't believe you're ready to go and not on the card.
Chris: Me either, Johnny, but there isn't much I can do about it.
Johnny: Hopefully we'll be seeing you in action next week.
Chris: I sure hope so. I've missed getting the ring and putting on the show for the fans and with Bad Moon Rising coming up soon, I'd really hate to miss it. But, hey, I think the crowd here in Cincinnati has had enough of me talking, so how about we get on with the show!
At that, Chris turns back to the crowd, getting them more pumped up as Johnny walks back to the back and Violation continues on.
Cross Recoba vs. Jack Gaither
Written by: Danny
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.
Freddy Ferdinand: Coming down to the ring, along with Samantha Teague, from Corpus Christi, JACK GAITHER!
Gaither raises his hands to the fans and only gets boos.
Ferdinand: And already in the ring, from Las Vegas, CROSS RECOBA!
Recoba raises his hands, but doesn't get much of a reaction.
Franks: Alright, we're ready to go here with Jack Gaither and Cross Recoba going at it.
Quadros: Recoba still has a job?
Franks: And they lock up!
They've locked up in the middle of the ring and Gaither throws Recoba into the corner. He chops him once...twice...goes for a third but Recoba dunks and rolls out of the corner. He's quickly back to his feet and dropkicks Gaither, hitting Gaither in the back, sending him into the corner. As Gaither bounces off the corner, Recoba rolls him up...but only gets a one count.
Franks: Quick roll-up by Recoba, he wants to get this match over with fast.
Quadros: He'd be smart to do so, Gaither is full of talent.
Recoba aruges with the referee after only getting a one count and that gives Gaither enough time to get back to his feet. Gaither spins Recoba around, kicks him in the gut to double him over, and snap suplexs him down to the mat. Gaither kicks Recoba in the back before picking him up and sending him into the ropes. As Recoba bounces back, Gaither catches him in the jaw with a spinning wheel kick, quickly followed by Gaither jumping up onto the top turnbuckle. He waits for Recoba to get up before coming off with a cross body block. Gaither goes for the pin, but only gets a two count before Recoba kicks out. Gaither says something to be the referee as he picks up Recoba and throws him outside. As Gaither continues to jaw with the referee, Samantha walks over and kicks Recoba in the gut. The referee has had enough of Gaither and turns around to start counting Recoba out but Gaither jumps out and grabs a hold of Recoba. He slams Recoba's head down onto the mat before pushing him back into the ring. Getting a quick kiss from Samantha, Gaither rolls into the ring as the referee reaches a six count.
Franks: Gaither is in control here of the match.
Quadros: What else did you expect?
Gaither picks up Recoba off the ground but Recoba punches him in the gut, grabs Gaither's head and hits a neckbreaker. Recoba kicks Gaither to keep him on the ground and climbs up onto the top turnbuckle. But as Recoba comes off the top with a splash, Gaither rolls out of the way and Recoba finds nothing but the mat. Gaither hops back up to his feet and kicks Recoba in the head. He yells out that it's over and picks up Recoba...SAMBA SLAM!
Franks: I think Cross Recoba is out.
Quadros: Somebody calls Cross's bookie, he's dead!
Here's the pinfall...one...two...three!
Ferdinand: And you're winner, by pinfall...JACK GAITHER!
As "Iron Man" starts back up, Gaither stands up and looks over the body of Recoba. The referee tries to raise Gaither's hand but Gaither shrugs him off and grabs hold of the referee by the back of the head and throws him over the top rope!
Franks: What was that for? Gaither just won the match and attacked the referee. And now he's sliding out of the ring and coming over here. Did he just grab a chair?
Quadros: What else would a folded up blue object outside of the ring be? Of course he has a chair!
Franks: What the hell is he going to do with it?
Quadros: Take out Cross Recoba?
Indeed, Gaither lines up to hit Cross right has he stands up but seems to have second thoughts. He looks out to ringside and sees his girlfriend, Samantha Teague standing there watching and he gestures to her to get in the ring. She does so and Gaither hands her the chair. She looks confused as Gaither goes back to ringside and grabs a microphone.
Gaither: Samantha, I want you to learn how to swing a chair, just incase you ever need to defend yourself. Here, practice on Cross Recoba. He won't mind.
Samantha says something back to him but Gaither just points at Recoba, who is on his hands and knees. Samantha holds the chair up over her head and swings it down at Recoba's back, but doesn't do any damage. Gaither just shakes his head.
Gaither: Here, let me show you how to do it.
Gaither takes the chair from her, holds it up above his head, and slams it across the back of Recoba, making him fall back down to the mat. He hands it back to Samantha.
Gaither: Take another swing...wait! Not yet. Wait for him to get back up.
They wait a couple seconds for Recoba to get back up to his knees before Samantha goes to swing the chair again but Gaither stops her, shows her what to do, and then steps back. Samantha swings with all her might and hits Recoba right in the head! Recoba gets a glazed look on his face and drops down to the mat.
Franks: My God! What a swing from Samantha Teague!
Quadros: Home run! Sign this girl up for the Reds!
Gaither: Look at that, Samantha! You knocked the guy out and made him bleed!
As Samantha throws the chair down and jumps up in joy, the camera shows Cross Recoba, knocked out and bleeding on the mat. Gaither raises his girlfriend's hand to the fans, as "Iron Man" plays again and the fans boo the couple.
Pure Wrestling Match
Liam Travers vs. Nighthawk
Written by: Neil
Ring Announcer Freddy Ferdinand: “This next contest is match no. 1 in the best-of-3 series and will be held under Pure Wrestling rules. The referee in the ring is PWA senior official Sasha Brown.”
(As 'Miseria Cantare' begins Liam steps out onto the entrance ramp Liam 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. Liam steps through the ropes and waits for the referee to ring the bell starting his match.)
(As Liam 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 (Sirius Intro)" by Emery booms out over the sound speakers as Nighthawk stands at the top of the ramp, his profile silhouetted by blue smoke and his wife Sin by his side. Bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet Nighthawk stares a hole through his opponent in the middle of the ring as the crowd claps along in time with the beat and sings "I Need a Hero" in time with the beat of the song, 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 and Sin waves to the crowd. Getting on the top turnbuckle Nighthawk raises one finger above his head before crouching down in his corner.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “Introducing first, in the corner to my left, weighing in at 221 pounds…. Liam Travers.”
(As Liam steps out of his corner, raising his hand above his head in anticipation of victory, the crowd tosses in red and white streamers and claps in a good deal of appreciation for what he was able to pull off last week.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “And his opponent, in the corner to my left, from the fighting city of Chicago, Illinois… weighing in at 185 pounds please welcome… “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk!”
(As Nighthawk steps out of his corner, removing a sterling-silver cross from around his neck and putting it inside the pocket of his jacket which he then hands to the attendant at ringside, the crowd starts to chant “Best in the World” and “We Love Nighthawk” as they throw in blue and white streamers by the truckload and Nighthawk responds with a simple raise of one finger above his head.)
(As Nighthawk and Liam step into the center of the ring, shaking hands in a sign of competitive respect between both men, they immediately go for a collar-and-elbow tie-up, each man seeming to be of the opinion that this is going to be the moment where they set the tone for what the rest of the match is going to be about. As both men bull each other around, each trying to find the key to break each other down, Liam finally finds the opening by hooking in a side headlock and cinching it in perfectly by running his forearm bone down across the chin and trying to take the headlock over which the Chicago native blocks by placing his palm on the bottom of the mat. Again trying to take him over with the headlock Liam finally gets it, only to have the Chicago native find a counter by crossing his ankles together and scooting out of the hold and then rolling the Canadian through into a La Majistral cradle, getting a 1-count before floating right over out of that into a jujigatame.)
(Sinking in the cross-armbreaker deep as he possibly can Nighthawk tries to draw a submission only for Liam to eventually counter this into an heel hook and transitions into a bow-and-arrow hold which the Chicago native eventually fights out of by simply breaking the grip that Liam has around his neck and dropping himself into a lateral press that gets a 1-count. Going back to their chess matchup the former World Light Heavyweight Champion and Liam go back into a collar-and-elbow tie-up before Liam gains the advantage this time by quickly hitting a fireman’s carry and then hooking in a headscissors almost immediately. Trying to figure out a way out of this Nighthawk starts to try and scoot his way out of the headscissors, getting his head out for just a moment to catch a quick gulp of air before Liam shoves him right back into the headscissors.)
(Trying to escape the headscissors this time Nighthawk presses the palms of his hands flat against Liam’s knee pads separating the hold just long enough for him to float up Liam’s body and apply a wristlock, looking to wear down the left arm and shoulder of his opponent. Pulling back on the wristlock extending the arm as far out as he can the Chicago native quickly begins to pull apart the fingers of the left arm, rotating the elbow joint clockwise and then counter-clockwise as beneath him Liam screams out in agony. Cinching in the wristlock deep as he tries to force Liam to burn a rope break the former World Light Heavyweight Champion hooks in the hold deep as Liam uses the palm of his other hand to stand up to a seated position, bridging to the left and then back up to his feet where he lands a slap to the mouth which causes Nighthawk to release the wristlock and run his tongue around the inside of his mouth and stare at Liam with a bemused expression on his face.)
(Going back to the collar-and-elbow tie-up Liam again tries to slow the pace down by applying a back to back standing double armbar which Nighthawk counters by doing a deep knee bend and hooking the toes of his boots underneath the armpits of the Canadian star, quickly rolling himself over right into a Kimura lock. Bending Liam’s left arm and elbow joint back almost 45 degrees as he applies the hold perfectly the Chicago native again tries to force a submission or the quick burning of a rope break. Hooking in the Kimura deep the former World Light Heavyweight Champion cuts off all the avenues of escape that he can find by placing his body in between Liam and the ropes, forcing him to crawl backwards and cinch his foot on the bottom rope to force the break of the hold.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “Liam Travers has used his first rope break. He has 2 left.”
(Inching slowly back to his feet, slightly favoring his left arm as a direct result of the Kimura lock that was applied, Liam goes back to a collar-and-elbow tie-up and this time comes out of it with another side headlock, this time successfully taking the hold over and making sure to wrap his forearm bone around the neck of the Chicago native. Smoothly transitioning the side headlock into an Anaconda Vice Liam now tries to force the former World Light Heavyweight Champion to burn a rope break to escape from this predicament that he now finds himself in, smacking his left arm as he does so to try and get the pain out of the joint long enough to make sure that he applies the hold in just the way that he wanted. Trying to figure a way out of the Anaconda Vice the “Wrestling Machine” soon appears to be running out of air as he has trouble getting out of the vice grip, eventually giving up the ghost and getting his own foot on the bottom rope.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “Nighthawk has used his first rope break. He has 2 remaining.”
(Leaning against the bottom rope trying to catch his breath, checking with the referee to make sure that doing this does not constitute the usage of a rope break, Nighthawk slowly struggles up to his feet and takes a big gulp of breath before going back into the battle and again trying to go for a collar-and-elbow tie-up, this time getting caught in a standing full nelson which he frantically tries to escape by making sure to wiggle his fingers and doing deep knee bends to loosen the grip, ducking his way out of the full nelson and coming out the back door with a hammerlock which Liam counters by standing on one leg for a minute and using the other leg to break the hammerlock grip and hitting a snapmare into a side headlock.)
(Quickly being turned over onto his stomach Nighthawk tries his best to counter out of the hold by turning back over on his shoulders and then loosening the headlock by scooting out again, waiting until Liam gets to his feet before hitting a pair of deep armdrags and then a wraparound armdrag which sends Liam to the outside of the ring. Trying to follow him outside the Chicago native gets a run of speed going and tries to hit a double-handspring springboard hurricanrana only to hesitate as he goes over the ropes leaving Liam the opening to drag him down and slam him back-first on the ring floor. Tossing him back in the ring Liam springboards in with a senton to the back, following that up with a pair of forearm strikes to the face. Pointing at his forearm, as if trying to make sure that the referee is fully aware that the blow that he just threw was a forearm and not a punch, Liam continues to press his advantage with a powerdrive elbow to the pit of the stomach of the “Wrestling Machine” and then a boot pretty much to the exact same spot.)
(Continuing to slowly attack and wear his opponent down, taking great pains to never go faster than he wants to, Liam pulls Nighthawk to his feet and then hits a gorilla press into a backbreaker, rolling him back to his feet and then applying a crossarm Gory Special trying to draw a submission which somehow the Chicago native counters out of with an armdrag. But as the former World Light Heavyweight Champion tries to press his advantage after hitting the armdrag he is quickly cut off with a tilt-a-whirl powerbomb that gets a 2-count as the “Wrestling Machine” grabs the ropes to break the pin attempt.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “Nighthawk has used his second rope break. He has 1 remaining.”
(Pounding his fists on the mat, trying desperately to figure out the trick to beat Nighthawk, Liam pulls him up by his hair and rocks his head back with a European uppercut before plastering him with a roaring elbow that gets a 2-count. Climbing up to the top turnbuckle Liam waits for Nighthawk to get to his feet and then plasters him with a missile dropkick off of the second rope, quickly nipping up to his feet before he lands a standing twisting senton. Pulling him to his feet Liam is stunned when the Chicago native somehow ties him up in a rolling prawn hold, forcing the Canadian to snatch a rope to break the pin attempt.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “Liam Travers has used his second rope break. He has 1 remaining.”
(Waiting until Nighthawk gets to his feet Liam then drills him with a leaping Yakuza kick to the head, waiting as the glassy-eyed Chicago native stumbles toward him before hitting a release Dragon Suplex which drops the former World Light Heavyweight Champion right on the back of his head leaving him almost limp. Figuring that now might be the best time to try and finish the thing before the “Wrestling Machine” is able to recover Liam ascends to the top turnbuckle and tries to hit a rounding moonsault, only to see Nighthawk move out of the way forcing him to roll through and try another tilt-a-whirl backbreaker only for the Chicago native to counter right back out of that and land a desperation palm strike to the face which echoes throughout the entirety of the arena before he collapses to the mat, having apparently utilized every last bit of energy to land that palm strike.)
(Slowly pulling himself up to his feet, grabbing on the strands of the ropes every step of the way, Nighthawk ducks Liam’s attempts at another roaring elbow and lands a snap hurricanrana before going through the ropes and standing onto the ring apron and waiting for Liam to get back to his feet before plastering him with a springboard clothesline, a move which draws a surprisingly raucous cheer out of the Cincinnati crowd as Nighthawk kneels down and lands a beautiful standing moonsault. Quickly deciding to go back to the arm the Chicago native hits a hammerlock single-arm DDT, applying a stepover armbar right after that. Hooking in the armbar as deep as he can the former World Light Heavyweight Champion lets out a cry of determination as he goes in deep on the hold, trying desperately to draw a submission from the stepover armbar. Inching desperately towards the ropes with the armbar still applied Liam every few steps stops and yells out “No” every time the referee tries to ascertain if he wants to submit. Eventually getting to the ropes, with the armbar applied tight as a vice, Liam sighs in agony and anger and grabs the bottom rope with his free hand.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “Liam Travers has used his third and final rope break.”
(Getting to his feet, favoring his left arm openly by this point, Liam gets a look of determination on his face as he tries to slap his left arm awake, wincing every single time he tries. Figuring it’s best to use his right arm and his feet for the moment until his left arm somehow wakes back up to the point where he can use it Liam circles the ring, trying to throw a hooking Western Lariat with his right hand which Nighthawk ducks underneath and lands an sniper-precise step-up enzuigiri to the left arm, having noticed that he has found a weakness and appears intent to focus all of his attention on it. Applying a standing surfboard the Chicago native quickly finds that countered into one of his own by Liam, who hits a schoolboy cradle out of that. Rolling out of the hold at the count of 2 the former World Light Heavyweight Champion grabs the arm in a tight wristlock looking to roll himself into the Hangman’s Clutch, which Liam counters by barrel-rolling his way out of it and hitting a soccer kick to the head and following that up with a pair of leaping double knees to the face. Climbing up to the top rope slowly, shaking out his left arm every step of the way as he does so, Liam comes off of the top with a textbook 450 Splash that gets a 2-count as Nighthawk places the arch of his boot across the bottom rope to force a break.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “Nighthawk has used his 3rd and final rope break. The ropes are now in play for both competitors.”
(As Nighthawk lies on the mat winded, Liam standing in a neutral corner per the instructions of the referee trying desperately to figure out a way to get out the deep pain coursing through his now almost-utterly useless left arm, the crowd in Cincinnati as one rises to their feet and gives them both a standing ovation as the Chicago native slowly struggles to his feet to try and continue the battle. Letting out a war cry Liam tries a spinning double axehandle blow to the chest only to have the former World Light Heavyweight Champion block it on first blush, only to take a roaring elbow on the rebound that echoes dully throughout the arena and causes the “Wrestling Machine” to fall forward limply to the mat, seemingly knocked unconscious.)
(But as Liam tries to roll him over Nighthawk fires up as if woken from the grave and quickly fires a barrage of palm strikes, an almost-inhuman snarl on his face. Panicking Liam takes him down with a double-leg and tries to return the fire with a few hard forearms to the head, which Nighthawk then counters with an omoplata and quickly applies his Hangman’s Clutch submission, pulling back as tight as he can until you hear an anguished scream of pain coming from Liam before the referee stops the contest. Getting to his feet, as if shocked that he did that, Nighthawk sheepishly has his arm raised by the referee.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “Ladies and gentlemen Liam Travers was rendered unable to continue by a severely separated shoulder. Therefore, referee Sasha Brown had no choice but to call an immediate halt to the contest and declare your winner, by referee’s stoppage, “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk!”
The Opportunity of a Lifetime
Written by: Alex
Nighthawk’s music is suddenly interrupted as the harsh opening tones of Bullet For My Valentine’s “Waking the Demon” begin to echo throughout the arena.
Franks: That’s Alex Legend’s music! He wasn’t scheduled to be here tonight.
Quadros: He’s probably still out of it from that chair shot Gaither gave him 2 weeks ago.
A few brief moments later, “The Absolute” Alex Legend steps out from the back in street clothes with a mic in hand. The newcomer gets a decent sized pop but it quickly dies down as he raises the mic.
Alex Legend: Gentlemen, gentlemen, let me be the first to congratulate you on an amazing match.
Legend stops for a second and applauds the men in the ring and the crowd joins in.
Quadros: Now he’s just sucking up.
Franks: Will you zip it, he’s going to get to a point here.
The crowd dies down again.
Alex Legend: Now with that being said, let me get down to business. Travers, that was good showing in your last match but with it being just that, your last match, this doesn’t really apply to you. You see Liam it’s all about seizing opportunities and if you can walk away from the chances you’ve been given you better believe someone will take your place. This is what separates me from the rest of the recently acquired superstars. Take my first two opponents for example. Martyr is still dredging through the piss-break matches and Gaither has reduced himself to attacking referees. Now as we all know with the tragedy that struck my hometown last weekend I had to take a bit of time off but I’ll be damned if I wasn’t still planning on moving my way up the whole time.
Quadros: Where’s he going with this?
Franks: I think we’re about to find out.
Alex Legend: My point is you people were promised a best of three series and with Travers deciding to make his exit I’d hate for you to be disappointed. With the recent exodus of talent including every title-holder in this company somebody needs to stand up and make a statement, and I can’t think of a better way to do just that than to beat the greatest technical wrestler PWA has to offer not once, but twice in a row.
The crowd pops for the challenge.
Franks: Can you believe that, he only has one match under his belt and he wants to take Travers’ place in the best of three series with Nighthawk! That certainly WOULD make a statement if he could succeed.
Quadros: I don’t know who Alex Legend thinks he is but he hasn’t earned a shot like this.
Franks: No but he’s the only one to step up and ask for it so why not give the kid a chance.
Alex Legend: Nighthawk, I got nothing but respect for you but as the saying goes, to be the best you have to beat the best and if you’re not the best this company has to offer you’re damn close enough. If you feel up to giving every single one of these people what they deserve to see, I’m not hard to find. Either way, I’ll be seeing you next week.
Legend drops the mic as “Waking the Demon” starts to play again. He walks to the back to a loud “let them fight” chant from the crowd.
E is for Explosives and M is for Murder
Written by: Neil
Like two grave robbers in the middle of the night, Wren Chesney and Victor Cornelius Roberts hang out just around the corner from Commissioner Butcher’s office. Tonight’s plan is simple and easy to execute. The end game, however, is unknown at this time. For tonight, Mrs. Chesney plans on finding incriminating evidence on the Commissioner no matter what it is. But of course, she won’t dare do this mission herself. She needs a stoolie and her husband VCR can play that part perfectly.
Wren: So you know what to do, right, Victor?
VCR: I guess. But I’m not sure exactly what I am looking for, Wren.
Wren: Anything! Steal a file, take his calendar, his address book…anything! Hurry! He’s leaving now!
VCR pokes his head around the hallway bend and notices the Commissioner leaving his office to make a personal run. As soon as The Butcher has disappeared from sight, Victor snoops his way into the office. He begins poking around the Commissioner’s belongings, opening and closing doors. He flips through a few files but can’t seem to find anything incriminating. Until he finds…
In walks Commissioner Butcher unannounced as VCR is pushing some paper into his jacket pocket. Upon seeing Mr. Roberts, The Butcher’s face lights up.
The Butcher: Ah, Victor! What a pleasant surprise. This is the first time I’ve seen you tonight, friend.
VCR: Hi, friend.
The Butcher: So what can I do for you, Victor? Did you get your usual strawberry ice cream cone with sprinkles on top from the food court? You know the deal. My expense.
VCR: Uh….um, not yet. Actually, I don’t think they…um, have that flavor.
The Butcher: They don’t? What’s wrong with Cincinnati? Man am I glad we only come here once a year. Come down to the food court with me, Victor. We’ll get this straightened out.
VCR: Uh…no that’s all right.
The Butcher: Are you sure? You seem a bit edgy tonight. How’s Wren?
Upon hearing her name, Victor tweaks out momentarily with a nervous glare beyond his glasses.
VCR: Wren? I wouldn’t know! I’m certainly not with her anymore! Um….uh…I got to go!
The Butcher: Huh?
Before another word or sound can come from VCR’s mouth, he’s out the door in a flash and down the hall. Nearly runs past Wren Chesney but she grabs him by the back of his collar.
Wren: What did you find, Victor? Notes on rigging matches? Kick backs to a private account? Taking bribes from wrestlers? What is it?!
Victor Cornelius Roberts pulls out a crinkled up paper from his jacket pocket with a ghost white expression over his face. He hands it to his wife who scans over the document. Her eyes go wide with fascination.
Wren: Victor! Do you have any idea what you have just found?!
VCR: Oh I’m a dead man if he finds out, Wren! London McCormack was right! The Commissioner is a murderer!
Wren: And a pretty bad one at that. An unpaid bill for explosives used at Point of No Return! Surely this means he is the root of the “accident” that happened following the Terminus and Jason Sandman match! I can’t wait to show them this document. These are enough explosives to bring this building down! Come, let’s show them what we have discovered! Victor?
She looks up from the unpaid bill for explosives to find her husband is running down the hallway in fear of his life. Perhaps VCR will be the next to fall victim to the Commissioner’s personal vice: murder.
Hardcore Handicap Match
Filth & Fury vs. Jason Sandman
Written by: Neil
“Live Your Way” comes on speakers and as it begins Deal With It Bitch Productions Presents logo come on the Premiere-tron. When the opening words are heard the name of Jason Sandman shows up on the Premiere-tron. Jason Sandman comes out of the entranceway and as he raises his Singapore cane and a steel chair wrapped in barbwire in the air. As MK comes out and wraps her arms around Jason pyro shoots off. Jason Sandman runs down to the ring, throwing the cane and chair over before sliding under the ropes.
Franks: We’re about to witness absolute carnage in mere moments, Ray. Commissioner Butcher booked Jason Sandman against the tag team of Filth & Fury in obvious retaliation to what Sandman did to him last week.
Quadros: Sandman claims he asked for this match, Carl. Whatever the case may be, when he’s swinging a chair against Filth & Fury, the odds will be even.
To the tune of “Running Battle” by Kasabian, Filth ‘n’ Fury make their way out under a sea of lights of all colours. They charge down the aisle cursing at any and every fan stupid enough to get in their way- Fury even lashes out with his fist at the particularly dumb people who want to touch him. Filth talks smack into the camera- he even tries to intimidate the poor camera-man by shaking it about viciously.
Franks: And here is the team that will finish the job the Commissioner’s explosives did not at Point of No Return. Filth & Fury have racked up some legitimate wins lately and beating down Jason Sandman could be another feather in their cap.
Quadros: Defeating another former World Champion surely would earn them some attention. I like their odds tonight too.
Tom Fury and Matt Filth both reach under the ring for some quick weaponry themselves before this match starts. Fury has himself a good old fashion metal pipe while Filth has what appears to be an all ready dented condom wall dispenser. Tom Fury looks at his brother with some disgust that he actually brought that thing here. Filth shrugs his shoulders and enters the ring. Referee Steve Upshaw slides out and tells Freddy Ferdinand to ring the bell. DING!
With the scene all ready looking like it’s going to be a back alley brawl, Matt Filth roams the ring with the condom dispenser, wielding it in an odd fashion. Jason Sandman is holding his barbed wire chair in a defensive pose while Tom Fury circles around the back with his pipe. Filth comes at Sandman with the condom dispenser in both hands only for Sandman to knock it away with the barbed wire chair! Sandman reels back to blast the now weaponless Matt Filth with the chair but he’s stopped by Tom Fury from behind with a pipe shot to the lower back! Fury with another shot with the pipe, causing Sandman to turn in anger! Chair swing by Sandman is ducked by Tom Fury! Sandman turns around for another try but finds himself on the wrong end of a blindside clothesline from Matt Filth!
Franks: Oh man! What a clothesline there by Matt Filth! The numbers game all ready is working in Filth & Fury’s favor!
Quadros: Damn Butcher not making them tag in and out. This is going to be a mugging.
And that’s what this turns out to be early on as both Filth & Fury begin stomping on the helpless Jason Sandman. Referee Upshaw can only standby and be a spectator for this legalized beat down. Matt and Tom hoist Sandman up and double whip him hard into a corner! Here comes Tom Fury with a running full head of steam right into Sandman’s midsection with a shoulder block! One shoulder block! Two shoulder blocks! Three! Four! Five shoulder blocks bend Sandman over in the corner. Tom Fury waves on his brother for a follow up assault! Running full head of steam by Matt Filth into Jason Sandman! NO! Sandman explodes out of the corner with a front face ax handle that damn near flips Filth out of his boots!
Franks: Stiff shot there by Jason Sandman!
Tom Fury is in shock and grabs the Singapore cane! He swings for the fences! Sandman dodges out of the way! Right hand! Left hand! Right hand! Left hand! All by Sandman as Fury drops the cane! Snap suplex by Jason Sandman as Tom Fury shoots up holding his back after landing awkwardly on the condom dispenser! OH! Tom Fury just walked into a running big boot by Jason Sandman as he stood up! The handicapped man is all fired up and this crowd is behind him!
Sandman reaches down for a handful of individually wrapped condoms and starts forcing them down Tom Fury’s throat! Fury starts to go nuts as Sandman keeps shoving the condoms in his mouth! SNAP! OH! Matt Filth nails Sandman across the spine with the Singapore cane! SNAP! Right between the eyes! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! All Singapore cane shots to the fallen Jason Sandman until the cane breaks! Tom Fury gets up and spits out wrapped condoms in disgust. He pushes his brother in anger over the man bringing such a sick weapon to this match. Tom Fury then spits on Sandman before he turns him over into a leg wrap crossface submission he calls the Red Light District. Sandman yells out in pain after being turns into a pretzel.
Franks: Jason Sandman finds himself in a bad position, Ray! He cannot afford to be prone like this.
Quadros: What choice does he have, Carl?
Sandman yells out in pain as Referee Upshaw checks on him. Will he tap? NO! Matt Filth runs towards the ropes and comes off with a sick kick to the face of Sandman, who remains locked in the crossface! OH! Fury releases the hold and turns Sandman over for the pin fall! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!! Tom Fury can’t believe it as he’s holding up three fingers but Upshaw waves him off! Fury pushes Filth again and commands he kick Sandman harder next time! The two brothers hoists Sandman up and drop him with a vertical suplex! Another cover by Fury! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!
A couple stomps by Filth & Fury continue to wear Sandman down. They yanks Sandman up again and whip him towards the ropes for a double back body drop by Sandman flies off the ropes with a double clothesline! Tom Fury wobbles to his feet and gets pitched over the top rope to the floor below! Here comes Matt Filth with his legs on egg shells! Sandman takes the barbed wire chair and rams it into Filth’s midsection! CRACK! Barbed wire chair shot across the back! Follow up inverted neck breaker on Matt Filth gives Sandman the edge! 1!…2!…THREE!…NO! Tom Fury pulls Sandman off and out of the ring!
Franks: Jason Sandman almost had the victory there, Ray!
Quadros: For the first time in this match he isolated the two brothers and it nearly paid off.
Out at ring side Tom Fury blasts Sandman with a right hand! Sandman with a left! Right by Fury! Left by Sandman! Right! Left! Right! Left! Back and forth exchange until Tom Fury kicks Sandman low for the advantage! Irish whip by Fury on the outside! Reversed! Tom Fury crashes knees first into the staircase and flips over them! Sandman now reaches under the ring to find some weapons of mass destruction. He pulls out an aluminum ladder and slides it into the ring. Back under he goes and tosses out a wet floor sign and a mop with a bucket.
He begins to stalk Tom Fury who is crawling away holding his knees. CRACK! Geez! Matt Filth slid across the ring and kicked that aluminum ladder into the side of Sandman’s head! Filth slides out of the ring with a seriously pissed off look over his face as little bloody puncture wounds are seen on his backside. Thrown into a bit of a rage, Matt Filth begins ripping up the rubber padding on the floor to expose the concrete below! He then hoists Jason Sandman up from behind and executes a flawless atomic backdrop onto the concrete! The floor has no give whatsoever as Sandman sits up with an arced spine!
Franks: Damn that was just sick by Matt Filth!
Quadros: We might have to pay for a new floor, Carl.
Matt Filth stands up all pumped up with a war cry as the crowd begins booing. Here comes Tom Fury limping along now. He picks up the wet floor sign and sticks it into Sandman’s throat! The crowd begins booing even louder as Fury continues to choke the life out of Sandman! Oh! Matt Filth adds more punishment with a stomp to the face! They both roll Sandman into the ring and Tom Fury makes the cover. 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!! Anger Tangle applied by Tom Fury! The spinal bending submission leaves Sandman in no position to break free. All he can do is writhe in pain!
Franks: Just give up, Sandman! The victory isn’t worth this.
Quadros: And give the Commissioner the satisfaction of a tap-out? I don’t think so, Carl.
Fury continues to maintain the crippling submission as Sandman yells in pain. He just won’t give up though. Meanwhile, Matt Filth is outside looking for more stuff to torture Sandman with. He slides the ladder back in as well as the mop and bucket. Tom Fury releases the Anger Tangle as it is going no where. A series of stomps onto Sandman by the brothers draws more boos from the restless crowd. Filth and Fury pull Sandman up and execute a double brain buster that folds Sandman up like an accordion! Tom Fury with another pin fall attempt! 1!…2!… 2.9999343243!! Sandman got the shoulder up!
“Damn it!” yells out Tom Fury as he gives Referee Upshaw a scowl. He grabs the zebra by his striped shirt and pushes him back into the corner. Upshaw warns Fury but Fury has a warning of his own if the referee doesn’t count faster! Matt Filth pulls Sandman up and whips him towards the ropes. He collects Sandman on the rebound with a spiral slam he calls the Gone in Two Seconds but that’s all it takes for Sandman to reverse the momentum into a spinning implant DDT of his own!
Franks: Sandman has life!
Quadros: And Matt Filth bounced off the top of his head!
Tom Fury is angered over this as he tosses Referee Upshaw aside! He runs towards Sandman in a rage! OH! Tom Fury got caught with the mop handle between his legs! Every man in attendance just groaned for a moment there! Fury is in shock as he’s holding his package and is in no position to defend himself as Sandman places the bucket over his head. Sandman runs towards the ropes and bounces off…Roaring Elbow to the unknowing Tom Fury!! The plastic bucket dents as Tom Fury goes down in a heap! Cover by Jason Sandman as the crowd count! ONE! TWO! THRE!….NO!! Matt Filth was able to break it up!
Still at the same time, Filth has yet to find his bearings after the implant DDT. He tries to trade blows with Sandman but ends up on the short end there. Sandman with a high angle side slam that causes Matt Filth to land hard on his shoulder. Sandman gets up as the bruises of battle are beginning to form on his face. He begins untying the turnbuckle and throws the padding into the crowd, leaving the steel ring exposed! He then takes the turnbuckle rope and wraps it around Matt Filth’s neck! He’s reels back and begins choking out the big man!
Franks: Jason Sandman is trying to choke Matt Filth out with the turnbuckle rope, Ray!
Quadros: Is Jason Sandman going to have to choke a bitch?
He reels back some more as Matt Filth’s face turns red while he tries to gasp for air! Wait! Tom Fury is up now and picks up the condom dispenser! He calls out Sandman who turns around. Fury throws the dispenser and Sandman catches it! SUPERKICK!! Tom Fury kicked the condom dispenser into Sandman’s face! Tom Fury shoots in and hooks the leg for the win! 1!….2!!….THREE!!!…….NO!! Referee Upshaw waves it off as Jason Sandman somehow put his foot on the bottom rope!
With blood starting to trickle down his face, Jason Sandman remains laying there motionless. Filth stumbles to his feet and runs into his rising brother. Fury shakes Filth to get his head back into the game and orders out something. Filth nods as he pulls the cut open Sandman up by the hair. He clubs Sandman across the back for good measure before whipping him towards the ropes. On the fly, Tom Fury and Matt Filth catch Jason Sandman with a turning flapjack that makes Sandman’s face bounce off of the exposed turnbuckle! OH!!
Franks: What a sick plan there concocted by Tom Fury, Ray!
Quadros: That’s how you bust a man open for sure!
Jason Sandman gyrates on the mat holding his bleeding head as Tom Fury and Matt Filth look down at the damage done with smiles over their faces. Matt Filth pulls Sandman up again and executes a special school boy/suplex out of the corner he calls the Safe Breaker for what should be the winning combination! ONE!! TWO!!! THREE!!….NO!! Another KICK OUT by Jason Sandman! Matt Filth looks up towards his brother and shrugs cause the man won’t stay down. Fury tells his brother to hold the bloody Sandman up. Filth does as he’s told and holds Sandman in place while Tom Fury picks up the aluminum ladder. With a mischievous smile forming over his face, Tom Fury runs towards Sandman’s face with the ladder! CRACK!! OH!! Jason Sandman ducked and Matt Filth ate the ladder!
Franks: Matt Filth just had his clocked cleaned by Tom Fury!
Quadros: Son of a gun!
Fury drops the ladder and holds his head in shock after the accident! Jason Sandman shoots out of no where and nails Fury in the side of the head with the Venom Strike lariat! Sandman wobbles to his feet and falls against the ropes with a crimson face. Sandman shakes it off as blood and sweat fly in the air. He grabs Tom Fury and puts him in position for the Honorable Death!
“Nutshell” by Alice in Chains begins to play as the crowd starts booing over this interruption. Out steps Commissioner Butcher on the entrance ramp as Jason Sandman looks back. He tosses Tom Fury aside and points towards the Commissioner. He’s telling the Commissioner to bring it! The Butcher undoes his tie and drops it to the floor. Off comes the business jacket! The Commissioner is walking down towards the ring with balled fists and a sneer over his face while Sandman is salivating over the potential showdown.
Franks: Butcher and Sandman are going to be trading blows at anymore moment, Ray!
Quadros: Kick his ass again, Sandman! He tried to kill you at Point of No Return!
The Commissioner is taking his sweet time to get down to the ring as Sandman is just about ready to jump the ropes and do this outside. But NO! Tom Fury KICKS Jason Sandman in the back of his neck with a move he calls the White Light! Sandman’s body bounces off the ropes and falls to the mat in a heap! The Commissioner sternly watches as Matt Filth now starts hammering away on Sandman’s unconscious body with the barbed wire chair! BAM! BAM! BAM! Again! Again! Again! And again! The crowd is booing out of control as Jason Sandman’s body is decimated by the chair shots from the big man. Filth stops momentarily for Tom Fury to make the mercy cover! ONE! TWO! THREE!! Ding! Ding! Ding!
The crowd starts booing even louder as “Running Battle” kicks up. Filth & Fury stands over the destroyed body of Jason Sandman amongst a scene of chaos with hands risen in the air in victory.
Ferdinand: And here are the winners of the match…Filth AND Fury!!
Franks: Jason Sandman just went through hell in his return match, ladies and gentlemen.
Quadros: If it wasn’t for the stupid Commissioner who knows what would have happened!
I Have My Own Message
Written by: Neil
As Filth & Fury celebrate their victory, Commissioner Butcher asks for a microphone from Freddy Ferdinand. He takes the microphone and enters the ring as the tag team looks down at the fallen Jason Sandman. The Commissioner extends his hand to both Matt Filth and Tom Fury. The two accept the shake as the Commissioner mutters something to them.
Commissioner Butcher: Well congratulations there, gentlemen. Job well done. And in return, Mr. Fury, I have something for you. It’s called a qualifier match next week to win either the Premiere or World Heavyweight Championship at Bad Moon Rising. As for you, Filth, keep up the good work and soon enough you will have a résumé’ just as good as your brother’s. Now, if you’ll two excuse me, I have some business to attend to.
Filth & Fury thank the Commissioner for this opportunity, leave the ring and head backstage taunting the crowd the whole way. The Commissioner looks down at Sandman’s unconscious body and raises the microphone up to his mouth again.
Commissioner Butcher: Can you hear me, Sandman? Don’t be stubborn, Sandman. That’s what got you into this situation in the first place, so listen up. Last week you had your little message. I heard it loud and clear. And you know what, Jason? I liked what I heard. In fact, what you did to me last week took some guts. You knew there would be repercussions but you still followed through.
The Commissioner then looks up from Sandman’s body and stares up towards the camera, telling Jason Sandman through this broadcast something he needs to hear.
Commissioner Butcher: With that said, you, Jason Sandman, have yourself a qualifying match next week. And as for Terminus, well I suppose his spot depends on how professional he is tonight against Kaito. But this is about you, Jason. You said your piece last week, now I will say mine.
I hope you get my message loud and clear, Jason. You will learn to respect me by the end of this semester. Class dismissed.
With that the Commissioner drops the microphone to the mat with a thud. He then pulls Sandman up and looks out towards the crowd that seems to be a bit shocked. Then without anymore hesitation, Commissioner Butcher drops Jason Sandman hard onto the mat with a Downtown Drop! The sit-out power bomb shakes the ring as Sandman doesn’t even flinch!
Franks: Damn it, Commissioner! That’s unnecessary!
Quadros: I didn’t think I’d ever see him do that again, Carl.
With that final shot, Commissioner Butcher exits the ring as the boo birds are in full force. He makes his way up the entrance ramp and collects his jacket and tie. He then turns back towards the ring to look at the carnage left behind. He scoffs as Sandman lays motionless. Then all of a sudden the crowd bursts into a cheer as Jason Sandman sits up as if nothing has happened at all. He wipes some blood from his eyes and turns his attention to the Commissioner, who is stunned the man is still breathing. No words are spoken as the two men stare each other down from ring to entrance ramp. The message has been received on both ends.
The Team Meeting
Written by: John
*Jack Gaither and Samantha are walking down the Cintas Center corridor when they approach the door to Room #316; they are being accompanied by their new Dean of Security “Mean Mike” Masterson—as well as former wrestling play-by-play man Tommy Veot and former PWA color commentator Ryan Richardson.*
SAMANTHA: Jack, are you sure that this "master" plan of yours is fool-proof?
JACK: Absolutely! If this plan wasn’t fool-proof, we wouldn’t have had the opportunity to have this meeting to begin with. Besides, a certain friend of mine—one whom I have known since college--was willing to invest in our future; he’s the one who called this meeting in the first place.
SAMANTHA: Unreal.
JACK: I still can’t believe that my old friend from college works for the PWA, but I can’t complain because he was the one who prepared our $40 million contract. Here we are at Room #316.
*Jack, Samantha, Mean Mike, Tommy, and Ryan stand in front of the room’s door—which has a nameplate that reads “THE PATRIOTS” on it; the crowd boos when they see The Patriots’ name and emblem.*
RAY: Oh man…The Patriots are gonna call a team meeting tonight!
CARL: Something’s not right folks. Am I to understand that Jack’s “friend” was the one responsible for preparing that $40 million PWA contract for him and his girlfriend? Something is definitely amiss here!
TOMMY: Jack, even though your actions over the last few months have been somewhat reprehensible, I’m going to put that aside because I have some other loose ends to tie up.
SAMANTHA: Thanks Tommy, but what do you need to take care of here?
TOMMY: It’s a long story, but when this is over and set in stone, that son-of-a-bitch Carl Franks had better start praying to God Almighty that he don’t spend the rest of his career as a quadriplegic.
RYAN: I would have to agree with Mr. Veot too; Carl Franks was the stupid bastard that got me fired from the PWA announcers’ booth initially, and I’ve been looking for some payback ever since.
SAMANTHA: I thought Ray didn’t like you.
RYAN: Ray’s actually a good friend now; I spoke to him recently. We’re cool now; however, when everything is set into motion, Carl will have to squeal for mercy after we make him our personal bitch.
*The crowd comes unglued with a super heel pop.*
MEAN MIKE: Easy there Ryan; we have to go through the proper channels first. Jack, are we ready to go in?
JACK: Yep. Tommy and Ryan, Samantha is going to give you some instructions about this meeting; so pay close attention to what she’s about to say. Sam?
SAMANTHA: Ahem…Tommy and Ryan, you two have been chosen to help us fulfill a several-month-old prophecy—a prophecy that will have far-reaching effects for those who understand it; the plans that will be discussed in our luxury room could conceivably change the course of the Premiere Wrestling Alliance organization as a whole if it is executed properly and with great care. With that said, I must inform you that what is said in our room stays in our room, and nothing is to be mentioned in public about our meeting. Is that understood?
TOMMY: Yes ma’am.
RYAN: That’s not a problem; we can handle classified material.
JACK: That's good Ryan, but if I find that you OR Tommy leak this information out, then I'll personally see to it that you never work in the wrestling business again.
TOMMY: Jack, there's no need to make threats here; I know what is at stake here.
MEAN MIKE: Jack, I have to agree with Tommy on this one. However, we don’t want to see anything pertaining to this meeting leaked to the general population--especially our new PWA fan base; it would be a disaster for us all. Here we go; let us all step inside.
*Jack, Mean Mike, Samantha, Tommy, and Ryan enter Room #316, which is nicely decorated with a fancy meeting room table and several plants; Max Newark, the cameraman, stays in the doorway. Off-camera, an unknown group of five people greets the new guests as they enter the room; the unknown group’s leader begins a formal introduction.*
UNKNOWN GROUP LEADER: Jack! It’s been a long time my friend; you and your friends go ahead and make yourselves comfortable. We’ll start the meeting in a few minutes; grab yourself a beer or two—it’s on us.
*Max is instructed to leave the doorway by the group’s leader; before the meeting begins, the door is closed and locked behind him. Max starts to leave and head back down the corridor when he notices something strange; he points his camera to the place on the floor where The Patriots’ sign fell from the door. Instinctively, Max points the camera back to the front of the door—which has another sign on it. The crowd comes alive when they notice a very familiar-looking sign on the door—labeled “PWA BOARD OF DIRECTORS.”
CARL: What!?! Do you believe what I’m seeing?
RAY: It’s a team meeting; that’s what I’m seeing.
*The camera feed cuts to the announcers’ position.*
CARL: Something’s fishy here folks; when you see a former wrestling play-by-play man, a former PWA color commentator, a so-called “Dean of Security,” and an egomaniacal couple walk directly into the PWA Board of Directors’ official meeting room, you know that there could be trouble up ahead. Honestly, I don’t know who this unknown group really is.
RAY: Well, it could be any group right now.
CARL: Yeah, you’re right Ray, but the question remains: if this group is from another organization, WHAT are they planning in that room, and HOW is it going to come into fruition? If Jack and company ARE negotiating with the PWA's Board of Directors after all, then...God help us all.
RAY: Obviously, nobody really knows the exact scope of what is being planned or how it’s going to be executed, but I promise you this: it will be good for the PWA!
CARL: I don’t know if anything “good” is gonna come out of this; what is the plan that will conceivably shake up the PWA, and how is it going to take shape? We will keep you updated on this story as the weeks go by, but right now, let’s go back to ringside!
Captain Howdy vs. Brad Kane
Written by: Jonn
Franks: This next match up Ray looks like it's quickly become quite personal. Captain Howdy has no doubt; once again put himself too far into the personal life of an opponent.
Quadros: Hey Carl. Whether you beat them mentally or you beat them physically... this is wrestling! You do whatever it takes to win and that's what Captain Howdy has set up for himself tonight.
Franks: I wouldn't be so sure of that Ray. When you push as hard as Captain Howdy has, sometimes it can back fire in your face. So my words of advice to Captain Howdy is to be careful what you wish for, cause it doesn't always come true.
Quadros: Kind of like when your mom pushed as hard as she did to get you out and boom... pure fatness. I don't think Howdy has to wish for anything, cause he's already no doubt put Brad Kane into the state of mind that he wanted to. In fact, I think it's Brad Kane who has to be careful what he wishes for!
Franks: How so?
Quadros: Because he probably wants Captain Howdy dead at this point and he's definitely not going to see that come true!
Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen. The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first. Weighing in at 210 lbs and currently residing in Boston, Massachusetts. Here is... Brad Kane!!!
(The house lights go out in the arena as the sounds as the guitar and drums of "Reborn" by Stone Sour 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 begin. Standing in the middle of the entry way is Brad Kane with Megan right behind him. 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 while Megan follows him in. 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 as Megan give him a kiss for good luck. As she leaves the ring, he waits while his music fades off...)
Ferdinand: And his opponent. Weighing in at 254 lbs and hailing from who the hell knows where. Here is... Captain Howdy!!!
(The lights dim, as "Captain Howdy" begins to play. He walks to the ring, smiling and waving one moment, cursing and snarling at the fans the next. On the screen behind him, are scenes from several matches and brutal attacks he has participated in during his career. He brings his steel walking stick with him, and rolls under the bottom rope, standing and giving the ring attendant his jacket and walking stick with instructions to place them on the announcer's table. He goes to the far side of the ring from the entrance ramp, and waits in the corner, watching for his opponent.)
Franks: Looks like both men are ready to go.
Quadros: Although I'm not sure what Captain Howdy is looking for? Brad Kane is right over there and he's pretending to wait for his opponent.
Franks: Captain Howdy always makes me feel a bit nervous Ray. I often ask myself if there isn't a screw loose upstairs.
Quadros: Ahhahaha I get it now. Captain Howdy is waiting for a “real” opponent! Not a joke like Brad Kane!
Franks: We'll see how much of a joke Captain Howdy thinks he is when this match starts!
DING DING DING!
(As soon as the bell rings, Brad Kane makes a mad dash towards Captain Howdy who is still looking towards the entrance. Brad Kane leaps up and tackles him to the ground where he proceeds to pummel Captain Howdy with a vicious flurry of hard lefts and rights. Captain Howdy rolls him over and it's his turn to throw down a barrage of hard lefts and rights using his superior strength to hold Brad Kane down. However, a man who is as angry as Brad Kane often has a strength that is untapped. He rolls Captain Howdy over and starts landing left and right bombs that are catching Captain Howdy right on the chin. The referee finally steps in and starts making the mandatory five count. 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 4.99 and Brad Kane is forced to stop the closed fisted punches. He helps Captain Howdy up and more or less throws him into the closest corner where he begins punishing him again with eye blurring lefts and rights that are closed fisted again! He's opened Howdy up who is beginning to bleed profusely. The referee right there to break up the illegal punches. Captain Howdy melts into the corner into a sitting position. Brad Kane pulls him away from the corner and hooks a leg. 1......... 2........... THRE- NO! Captain Howdy gets a kick out!)
Franks: Brad Kane is really taking it to Captain Howdy right now! Howdy should have thought twice before he stuck his nose where it obviously did not belong.
Quadros: You're supporting what Brad Kane is doing?! He's illegally disfiguring Captain Howdy in front of the world!
Franks: Wouldn't you do the same thing if someone acted towards your family like Captain Howdy did to Brad Kane's? I for one know that'd I'd to everything humanly possible to make sure he couldn't do that to anyone else.
Quadros: Let's not get carried away now Carl. I’d do that to someone whether or not they did anything! That’s just me though!
(Brad Kane yanks Captain Howdy up to his feet and sends him sailing into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Captain Howdy bounces off them unnaturally and unfortunately for Brad Kane, he telegraphs his next move as he bends down. WHAM! Captain Howdy takes the toe of his shoe and punts Brad Kane across the forehead! Brad Kane falls over backwards with eyes that are staring blankly up at the ceiling. Captain Howdy wastes no time in taking advantage of the situation as he drops down on top of Brad Kane with a gigantic elbow to the sternum! He keeps his position and locks in a Mandible Claw! Brad Kane suddenly comes to life as you can see the growing confidence on Captain Howdy’s face by the large grin and growing snickers. The referee drops down to check in on the condition of Brad Kane, but he isn’t giving in yet! Reaching out his leg to the side as fart as he can, Brad Kane manages to “tippy toe” the ropes from his back! The referee forces Captain Howdy to let go of the hold who doesn’t seem too happy that he had to.)
Franks: Captain Howdy is dangerous from anywhere in the ring. He doesn’t want to win so much as he merely wants to make his opponent suffer!
Quadros: Exactly! That’s the aspect of Captain Howdy that everyone considers a mystery. They wonder why he’s in wrestling when all he wants is to hurt people. Well duh! He’s going to pick up plenty of wins when his opponent can no longer continue on.
Franks: It’s demented the state of mind he is in. Although you must admit that Brad Kane has certainly come in with the same amount of ferociousness tonight.
Quadros: Again you’re mistaking the mindset that Captain Howdy is in! While Brad Kane is out of his mind, raging mad.. Captain Howdy brings the same tenacity, but cool, calm, calculated and collected! He’s so precise is his destruction.
(Captain Howdy is up to his feet and then starts laying the boots to his opponent, Brad Kane. After he feels he’s done having fun with that, Captain Howdy helps Brad Kane up to his feet and then sends him crashing back down to the mat with a ring shaking Spinebuster! He quickly hooks a leg and goes for the pinfall! 1….. 2….. THRE- NO! Brad Kane manages to get a shoulder up! Captain Howdy is infuriated at the referee as he angrily holds up three fingers to no avail. He helps Brad Kane back up to his feet and lifts Brad Kane up in a Gorilla Press Slam and brings him down for a Gutbuster, but in mid air, Brad Kane readjusts himself and lets his legs fall in front of Captain Howdy and then grabs him around the head… DDT! Captain Howdy is stood straight upside down for a moment before he falls over onto his back! Kane pins both shoulders and goes for the three count! 1….. 2….. THRE- NO! Captain Howdy musters up all his strength and manages to get a shoulder up!)
Franks: What a counter by Kane to swing the momentum back in his direction! He’s showing that he deserves to move up in the rankings for sure!
Quadros: You can’t base one man’s future off of one match Carl. Why do you think there are so many one hit wonders in wrestling? A man has a lucky night and beats a superstar, next thing you know… he’s freakin’ being worshipped by the fans! Brad Kane is going to have to do a lot more than that to impress me!
Franks: Captain Howdy is a top notch PWA athlete and Brad Kane is hanging in there with him. A lot of people thought that this would be a one sided match with Captain Howdy showing how dominant he can be against another opponent, but I’ve got to admit that Brad Kane is pulling out all the stops out there!
Quadros: Exactly Carl. And once there are no more straws to grasp for, his luck is going to run out. Unfortunately for your boy, he’s almost out of them!
(Brad Kane takes a moment to catch his breath before getting up to one knee as he starts to take out his anger and frustrations on Captain Howdy with a air stopping choke hold! Captain Howdy is grasping for his throat, but Brad Kane has a firm grip on it. The referee has to step in once again to stop the illegal move as he quickly begins the five count towards disqualification. 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5! NO! Brad Kane lets go of the hold just in time! He jerks Captain Howdy up to his feet into a standing position and then drills him down to the mat with a canvas denting Tilt A Whirl Reverse Swinging DDT! He rolls up Howdy as tight as he can and goes for the win! 1…….. 2…….. THREE! Brad Kane with the upse… NO! The referee signaling that Captain Howdy got a shoulder up in time! Brad Kane is seeing red as he brings Captain Howdy up one final time and sets him up in the LMSBCBK otherwise known as a Pumphandle Uranage, but Captain Howdy fights out of it with reverse elbows to Brad Kane’s head! He gets loose and out of nowhere nails the Playtime’s Over! Captain Howdy’s version of the Vertebreaker connects and he goes for the pin! 1…….. 2…… THREE!!! Captain Howdy picks up a win by a thread!)
Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen. The winner of this contest by pinfall is Captain Howdy!!
Quadros: What did I tell you Carl? Brad Kane’s luck finally ran out and Captain Howdy gets the job done.
Franks: An impressive showing by Captain Howdy no doubt, but I think it was even a more impressive showing by Brad Kane who no one thought stood a chance.
Quadros: He never did to begin with!
I Accept
Written by: Neil
Following the conclusion of Captain Howdy vs. Brad Kane, out steps Commissioner Butcher with a microphone in hand. He’s clapping his hands together as the crowd gives the Commissioner a mixed reaction.
Commissioner Butcher: Well now, I guess I’ve seen enough. I don’t know if it’s you that brings out the best in your opponents, Howdy, but you’ve done enough to warrant a shot for the World or Premiere Championship so stop trying to impress me. That is unless you’re trying to show me what your cult is all about?
Captain Howdy slings his lime green tuxedo jacket over his shoulder with a smile beyond his sweaty, frizzy hair aimed at the Commissioner.
Commissioner Butcher: But I’m not out here to give you an answer on that cult question yet, Howdy. No, I’m out here for business with one man. That would be you, Brad Kane.
The Commissioner points towards Brad Kane in the ring, who brushes the hair out of his face and looks to be quite perplexed that the Commissioner is calling his number.
Commissioner Butcher: PWA has always had a redemption feel to it. This is the place where we look past a wrestler’s former issues and take a man for who he is professionally. And Brad Kane, you are a professional…now. Maybe it has something to do with you coming back here for who knows how many times and knowing this could be your last, but Brad, I’ve been impressed by your commitment to PWA the past couple weeks.
The crowd gives Brad Kane a bit of a cheer as he nods with some approval.
Commissioner Butcher: I hope this is not an act, Brad. I hope all that you have done recently is true. Because, as strange as this may sound knowing your track record here, the Brad Kane I have seen over the past few weeks is the Brad Kane I want to build this company around. So next week, get yourself ready for a qualifier match, Brad. Because at Bad Moon Rising, you will be wrestling for the Premiere or World Heavyweight Championship. How does that sound to you?
Brad gets a microphone handed to him from a ringside worker as he inhales before raising it up to his mouth.
Brad Kane: I honestly don't know what to say right now. This wasn't ever in the back of my mind coming into tonight. But I can't let a chance like this escape my grasp. I accept your invitation into this little tournament.
Commissioner Butcher: Good, Mr. Kane. I’ll see you next week then. Don’t disappoint me.
Brad nods his head, looking at the commissioner right in the eyes.
Replacements Don‘t Come Cheap
Written by: Neil
Commissioner Butcher is seen backstage walking back towards his office after making his announcement to Brad Kane moments ago. Suddenly out of no where Miranda Buck appears with her trusty microphone in hand and cameraman not too far away.
Miranda: Commissioner, I just received word that Liam Travers did indeed sustain a rotator cuff injury during his match with Nighthawk tonight. This will leave him out of action for some time. My question is, with Liam Travers being named as a participant of the World and Premiere Championship chase at Bad Moon Rising, how does his injury effect next week’s qualifier matches?
Commissioner Butcher: It never fails, Miss Buck. It’s always something around here. But I’ll tell you what, since Liam Travers won’t be able to participate, I’ll give his spot to someone else.
Miranda: Who?
Commissioner Butcher: It’s not exactly a choice I want to make but find myself compelled to make. Because a mistake was made in the contract office, PWA is paying a certain someone a lot of money. Money in my opinion that this person just doesn’t deserve. But since this person is making so much money, I feel obligated to give PWA it’s money’s worth at Bad Moon Rising.
And that is why I am picking Jack Gaither to replace Liam Travers for next week’s qualifier match. I do not agree with Mr. Gaither’s methods and I hope Referee French sues him for every dollar he has, but until then, Gaither will find himself earning his paycheck the hard way. By that I mean next week he will be facing former PWA World Heavyweight Champion, Jiraiya Kaito, one-on-one to determine who will wrestle for the vacant World Heavyweight Championship at Bad Moon Rising.
And that is all, Miss Buck.
Gundan RTO Showdown
Jiraiya Kaito vs. Terminus
Written by: Andrew
Franks: What a main event we have in store for you this evening, folks? It features two former World Champions, and two very good friends and stable mates in Terminus and Kaito in an encounter that is sure to be as fast-paced and hard-hitting as any that we've witnessed in the PWA!
Quadros: Yeah, and it's going to be even more hard-hitting once Kaito lets Terminus know what a lousy friend he's been to him over the past few months!
Franks: That's not true at all.
Quadros: Sure it's true. Captain Hawody said it was, and I see no reason why we shoudn't take what he says seriously.
Franks: The man talks to a teddy bear, Ray!
Quadros: Well...nobody's perfect!
( As "I Wear My Skin" starts to play over the sound system, the lights go dim,and the crowd rises to thier feet to cheer as twin columns of red fireworks shower sparks the top of the stage . The lighting becomes a bit brighter, revealing the figures of Terminus and Natalie Snow standing at the top of the stage. Natalie acknowledges the crowd's cheering with a wide smile, while Terminus keeps his attention focused upon the ring as the couple makes their way down the ramp. As they reach the ring, the New Age Punisher whispers something into Natalie's ear that causes her smile to grow even wider, and turns toward the crowd, and draws his thumb across his throat in the ever-popular throat slash gesture. As Natalie makes her way to his corner to lend her support, he then slides under the bottom rope, and then crouches in his corner, awaiting the beginning of the match.)
Franks: Well, the crowd are giving Terminus a warm welcome as he makes his return to in-ring action this evening!
Quadros: Yeah, but it's not the reaction of the fans that should concern Terminus. It's the reaction of his RTO stablemate that he should be focused upon, because something tells me that Kaito has a few things that he might want to discuss with his old pal!
( 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: All right, it looks like we're about to get this match started...
(Terminus and Kaito never take their eyes off of one another as Andy Sheppard conducts a quick search for foreign objects, and then signals the timekeeper to start the match. The New Age Punisher steps forward, with his hand extended in a gesture of friendship; the Seiryu stares at the extended hand for a moment, and then slaps it in something that could be interpereted as a low five- or just as easily be considered a dismissal. )
Quadros: You see that!? Kaito just punked Terminus!
Franks: I never realized that a handshake could be considered being "punked".
Quadros: That's because you've been hanging out in all the wrong places, Carl!
Franks: Really? I usually spend the majority of my time in a place called The Real World.
Quadros: One of these days, Carl...
(Shrugging, the masked man simply takes a step back and cirlces the ring while his stable mate begins to stalk after him. Without warning, Kaito steps forward into a standing spin kick aimed at his opponent's chin; Terminus dodges this attack, and counters with a spinning legsweep that deposits his opponent onto the mat. The masked man then races off the nearest set of strands, looking to connect with a followup sliding dropkick to the face; Kaito, though, is too quick, and responds by kipping up to avoid this strike into a Nipsuigiri that connects flush against the back of the masked man's head!)
Franks: Terminus is a pretty capable striker, but he just found out the hard way that it's never a good idea to match skills with someone as proficient as Kaito when if comes to hand-to-hand combat!
(Hauling his stunned opponent back to his feet back to his feet by the arm, the Seiryu whips him into the ropes, before bouncing off the other set of strands into a Flying High Kick that catches Terminus flush in the face. The New Age Punisher crashes onto his back, clutching his face, and is in no position to defend himself as Kaito follows up this attack by charging off the other set of ropes into a Leaping Double Stomp that catches his foe square in the pit of his stomach. As Natalie holds her hands over her mouth to supress her cry of anguish, her lover clutches his stomach and rolls in the fetal position. Once again, Kaito springs off the ropes, and uses the mometum of this to somersault forward into a rolling thunder senton splash that connects flush against the torso of his opponent. The Seiryu then lays back on top of his opponent, and hooks his leg for the first pinfall attempt of the match: 1...2...Kick Out!)
Quadros: Well, so far, it's been all Jiraiya Kaito in this match, and something tells me it's going to get worse for the New Age Punisher. Something tells me it's about to get a LOT worse!
(Undaunted, Kaito pulls his opponent up to a seated position by the mask, and then takes a step back before launching a blistering shoot kick to the chest that resonates throughtout the arena with a loud THWACK! A second , equally powerful shoot kick connects to the small of the masked man's back, causing him to cringe in pain, and leaving him in no position to defend against Kaito's sick, sick buzzsaw kick that connects against the temple! The eyes of Terminus glaze over as he collapses onto his face, and he looks to be completely out of it as Kaito drops down, shoots the helf nelson, and rolls him over for another pinfall attempt: 1.....2.....THR-KICK OUT!)
Franks: My God! How was Terminus able to kick out after taking a kick like that!?
Quadros: How is he still alive, for that matter?
(Not wasting a moment, Kaito pulls his opponent up by the hair and doubles him with another hard shoot kick to the ribs. The Seiryu then cinches in a front facelock, and then lifts his opponent upside down before dropping him down stomach first into the mat with a Front Suplex. Keeping a hold of the facelock, the Okinawan then drives a series of hard knees to his rivals head, before pulling him up to his feet once more. Kaito then lifts his opponent up before dropping down onto his back, spiking his stable mate head first into the canvas with a brutal Fisherman Buster. Looking satisfied that he's done enough damage, the Seiryuu then rolls his opponent over, and applies another cove, this time hooking the leg: 1.......2......SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST MOMENT!)
*MASSIVE RESPECT POP!*
(Kaito casts a dubious glance in the direction of Sheppard, who holds up two fingers in response. Shaking his head, Jiriaya turns his attention back to his stablemate and then bounces off the strands, propelling himself into a Satellite Headscissors, which he converts into a Hanging Headscissors Armbar! Dueling chants of "Tap! Tap!" and "Please Don't Tap!" circulate throughout the arena as Kaito exerts as much pressure as he can to the submission. Terminus desperately reaches for the ropes, but they're too far away, and it seems for a moment as though he'll have no choice but to call it a night. But then, somehow, he's able to reach up with his free arm and lift Kaito up onto his shoulders, before dropping to the side in order to drop the Seiryu head-first to the mat with a Death Valley Driver! )
Franks: What a counter by Terminus! I think that last move may have knocked Kaito completely senseless!
Quadros: Maybe, but it seems apparent that the New Age Punisher is still feeling the effects of the beating that he's taken throughout the match, so I'm not certain if he's going to be able to capitalize quickly enough to secure the victory!
(As Natalie pounds on the ring apron and screams support at the top of her lungs, Terminus slowly drags himself over to Kaito, and eventually drapes an arm on top of him for the pinfall attempt: 1......2......THR-KICK OUT! Taking a deep breath as he tries to clear out the cobwebs, the masked man pulls his opponent up by the hair and then delivers a hard European Uppercut that sends his opponent staggering back into the corner. The Canadian then follows his opponent a Corner Run Up Backflip that catches his opponent flush on the chin, and drops him to a seated position in the corner. Terminus keeps the pressure on by applying a series of bootscrapes to his cornered opponent, and then quickly races to the other corner, and then sprints forward, leaping into a high elevation Hesitation Dropkick that connects full force into his rival's face! )
Franks: Terminus just gave Kaito a taste of his own medicine right there, by showing that he's no slough when it comes to delivering powerful strikes to an opponent!
(Kaito flops down onto his back, and the masked man quickly rolls on top of him, hooking both of his opponent's legs on the ensuing cover: 1.........2.........THRE-NO! Kaito still has the presence of mind to reach out and grab the bottom cable with his hand. Taking another deep breath in order to keep his cool, the masked man pulls Kaito back to his feet, and then doubles him over with a boot to the gut, before cinching in a front facelock and taking him over into a Snap Suplex. Terminus rolls Kaito over, and takes him over with a second Snap Suplex. One again, the New Age Punisher rolls Kaito back to his feet, and then lifts him upside down with the hopes of caping this suplex sequence with a Brainbuster. However, Kaito has other ideas, for he twists out of this attempt, and counters into a Dragon Stunner! Terminus doesn't go down from this move, but still looks to be badly stunned..and his condition is made that much worse when he turns around and is met with a K.O. Kikku that sends him flying to the mat as if shot!)
*HOLY CRAP THAT WAS ONE OF THE SIFFEST STRIKES EVER POP!*
(Kaito stares down at the twitching form of Terminus for a moment, and then drops down on top of him, hooks the leg, and applies the cover: 1............2...........THREEEEEEEWAIT! KICK OUT! Kaito shakes his head in disbelief, but manages to collect himself and then signals his intention to end matters as he hauls the masked man back to his feet, boots him in the gut to double him over, and then lifts him up and drives him down HARD onto his back with a thunderous Release Powerbomb. Kaito then vaults onto the top rope so that he's facing the crowd, and then leaps off into his RYUBAKUDAN Imploding Senton, connecting flush against the battered form of his rival as the crowd cheers with one voice!)
*FINISHER POP!*
Quadros: That's it! That's what you get for neglecting your friends, Terminus!
(A very pale Natalie shakes her head, and looks resigned to the fact that her lover is about to lose this week as she watches Kaito once again lay back on top of his opponent, and hook both legs on what everyone in the building seems to think is the final cover of the match: 1..............2...............THREEEEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOOOO!!!!TERMINUS GETS A SHOULDER UP AT 2.9999999999999999999999!!!!!!! Natalie lets out a joyous cry, while Kaito looks completely aghast as he stares down at the masked man. the Seiryu glares once again at the official, and then at his opponent, before letting out a loud war cry as he signals his desire to end the match once and for all.)
Kaito: JIENDO!!!
*ANTICIPATION POP!*
(Kaito charges forward, looking to connect with his much feared Front Flip Legsweep DDT! WAIT! ARE YOU KIDDING! Terminus is somehow able to use the momentum of Kaito against him to take him down face first to the mat with a Reverse STO, and, in one fluid motion, drapes one of his legs across Kaito's neck while maintaining the arm triangle choke! Koji Clutch! Kaito's eyes bulge out in agony as his opponent cranks up the pressure on the choke, but he shakes his head when Sheppard asks him if he wants to quit, and then claws his way toward the ropes, and just manages to reach out and grab the bottom cable just as it appears as though he's staring to fade!)
Franks: What a turnaround! Kaito looked to have Terminus all but beaten about a minute ago, but, after being trapped in that submission hold, now it's the Seiryu who appears to be in a bad, bad way!
(Picking up a now-dazed Kaito Terminus whips him into the ropes and follows him in with a flying leg lariat before dropping down and applying a cover:1...2....Kick Out!. Climbing up to the top rope Terminus shrugs and hits a textbook missile dropkick that sends Kaito crashing once again to the mat. Cover: 1....2....THRE-Shoulder Up! Picking him up Terminus places him across his shoulders looking for a torture-rack into a double backbreaker, only to have Kaito shift positions in mid-air so that he can counter this into a flying crucifix bomb. Staggering to his feet Kaito fires a fusillade of open-hand slaps and hard kicks, and then runs off the ropes looking to take Termite's head off for a running knee strike. NO! Terminus ducks, and counters with a superkick that connects with such force that it causes Kaito to spin around 180 degrees. Before Kaito can react, Terminus hooks his head from behind and flips backward into the Apotheois '08, spiking Kaito face-first into the mat!)
*FINISHER OUT OF NOWHERE POP!*
( Terminus rolls over and then collapses onto Kaito as the offical drops down to toll the three count: 1...............2................THREEEE! NOT QUIT! SHEPPARD IS SAYING THAT KAITO'S SHOULDER WAS OFF THE MAT! Natalie Snow and Terminus exchange helpless glances as the crowd goes absolutely molten; the masked man takes some deep breaths to regain his focus, and then pulls Kaito back to his feet by the arm, and tries to whip him into the nearest corner. NO! Reversed by Kaito, who follows his stablemate in with a Running Corner Yakuza Kick. Terminus slumps down against the turnbuckles, and Kaito returns the favor from earlier with a Facewash, and Ole Kick off the ropes. After lingering in the corner for a moment, Kaito scales the turnbuckle, and wows the crowd by backflipping off the top rope into a front dropkick that catches the masked man flush in the face!)
Quadros: What a moonsault dropkick that was! Kaito is so incredibly adept at finding different ways to use his feet in battle that it's not even funny!
(The New Age Punisher looks to be dead to the warld, but Kaito elects not to go for the cover, and instead hauls his RTO stable mate back to his feet, and lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle. As the crowd begins to buzz in excitement, Kaito climbs to the second turnbuckle, and lifts his opponent up onto his shoulder, looking to end the match with an Avalanche Todome Da! WAIT! Terminus blocks the attempt, and then responds with a headbutt that stuns his opponent, causing him to lose his balance and fall back to the mat. As his eyes go wide with excitement, the masked man waits for Kaito to rise, and then leaps off the rope, grabbing Kaito on the way down and spiking him to the mat with a Swandive DDT! Not wasting a moment, the masked man climbs back to his feet, and then leaps onto the top turnbuckle before sailing off into the Phoenix Splash that serves as his best known finisher!)
Franks: TERMINAL VELOCITY!
(Terminus makes a point of hooking both legs on the cover, and the crowd and Natalie burst into another round of cheering as Shepard drops down to toll the three count: 1...................2...................THRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Ferdinand: Your winner of the match, by pinfall, TERMINUS!!!!
Franks: What a match!
Quadros: Well, Terminus may have won the match, but I'm pretty certain that he lost a friend in the process!
Franks: Well, let's see what happens!
(Natalie Snow smiles happily as she makes her way into the ring to help her lover celebrate his victory. However, the attention of Terminus isn't focused upon the crowd, but rather toward the figure of Kaito as the latter begins to rise to his feet, holdng his ribs. Taking a deep breath, Terminus says something toward Jiraiya as he extends his hand in order to help his opponent up off the mat. Kaito stares at the hand for the moment, and then shakes it off as he rise, and stares impassively at the New Age Punisher for a moment. )
Quadros: Here it comes!
(As the crowd volume dies down, and Natalie bites her lip nervously, Kaito takes a step backward, and then bows respectfully toward his stable mate. Terminus returns the gesture in kind, and watches as Kaito leaves the ring without saying another word. Terminus and Nataliie applaud with everyone else in arena as Kaito makes his way toward the exit, and then stand in the middle of the ring, basking in the crowd's adulation as the scene begins to fade.)
Quadros: Well, isn't that just a great ending for Terminus. I think I'm gonna puke!
Franks: Well, it really has been a good night for Terminus, who likely cemented his place in the World Title qualification matches with this victory tonight, while retaining the friendship that he had with Kaito in the process. It will be interesting to see who both of these men face next week at Violation 42! Well see you then, folks..until then, good night!
(As always, feel free to make any changes)
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