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Violation 39
Sunday, September 7th, 2008
Prudential Center in Newark, NJ
Demon Knight vs. Fire
Written by: Paul
Gossip by Lil Wayne comes on the speakers as Fire makes his way out to the ramp. The fans start to cheer Fire makes his way down the ramp, but the cheers quickly turn to boos as Demon Knight quickly runs up behind Fire and nails him with a closeline. Knight then quickly pulls Fire up to his feet and throws Fire into the side of the ring. The referee is yelling for Knight to bring it into the ring, but Knight on responds by throwing Fire into guard rail.
Franks: Our opening match begins with a bang as Demon Knight doesn’t even want to wait for an opening bell. Instead he is trying to injure Fire on the outside.
Quadros: And why not? He gets Fire beat down and unable to continue then once in the ring he can make quick work and go home.
Demon Knight finally decides that Fire has had enough and throws Fire into the ring and the bell rings to open the match. Knight doesn’t bother trying to enter the ring instead he goes to the top ropes and waits for Fire to stand. As Fire makes his way to his feet Knight jumps off for a diving closeline only to miss when Fire moves out the way.
Franks: Fire still looks hurt, but had enough in him to realize what needed to be done.
Quadros: What are you talking about? Fire stumbled out of pain and got lucky in moving out of the way.
Franks just looks over at Quadros as Fire starts to regain his composure and quickly starts putting boots to the chest of Knight before running to the ropes and coming back with a knee drop. Fire then pulls Demon Knight up and throws him to the ropes before slamming Knight down with a ring shaking spinebuster. Fire makes a cover for a near fall.
Franks: Near fall for Fire and he looks like he thought that was going to be enough.
Quadros: Demon Knight isn’t out of it yet and I think that slam may have brought him back.
Fire argues with the referee for a moment before pulling Knight up and slamming him back down with a pump handle slam. Knight seems to be out of it as Fire motions that he is going to end it. Fire picks up Knight and throws him into the corner before ascending the ropes and grabbing a hold of Knight’s head and using it to pull Knight up to the top ropes. Fire then throws Knight down with the Fire Bomb. Fire hangs onto to the move and uses it for the cover and gains the three count.
Franks: What a quick turn around for Fire as he quickly put away Demon Knight.
Quadros: Demon Knight must be sick or something because there is no reason why he should have lost that quickly. Fire must have done something to him.
A Message From Pierre French
Written by: John
*Jack Gaither and Samantha Teague are watching Star Trek--The Next Generation on a TV in their office.*
JACK: HA! Looks like Captain Picard is about to get Borgified!
SAMANTHA: I enjoyed this show growing up.
JACK: I can't say that I enjoy this city too much; I mean, when a football team is not doing well after building a new stadium down the road from here--they must really suck or something.
(KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK)
SAMANTHA: I'll get that.
*Samantha opens the door to reveal Kevin Justice, a noted backstage worker in PWA.*
SAMANTHA: May I help you?
KEVIN: Yeah, but I have to be quick. Actually...Jack, I have a message for you; it's from Pierre French.
JACK: Let me see it.
*Kevin hands an envelope over to Jack as Samantha sits back on the couch with him.*
KEVIN: Word to the wise Mr. Gaither: spend your money wisely.
*Kevin leaves the office while Samantha and Jack are confused.*
SAMANTHA: What in the bloody hell did he mean by that?
JACK: I don't know, but I'm going to read it.
*Jack begins to open the envelope and read the note from Pierre French.*
JACK: "Dear Mr. Gaither and Mrs. Teague, I hope you two are really enjoying yourselves out there. Anyways, attached to this message you will find..."
SAMANTHA: Oh my Holy God...
*Jack pulls out several civil court documents from the envelope.
JACK: SHIT!
SAMANTHA: It happens.
JACK: What? Shit?
SAMANTHA: Sometimes, but I'm afraid we've been sued by that stupid wanker of a referee.
*The crowd cheers while watching this on the big screen; they realize now that Jack and Samantha are about to get slapped with a multi-million dollar lawsuit!*
SAMANTHA: THIS IS BLOODY CRAZY!
JACK: I know--and he wants to sue us for $3 million?
SAMANTHA: You want me to call our attorney?
JACK: Go ahead, but when the deal is completed, Pierre French will have to find another line of work.
*The crowd goes nuts as Samantha calls their personal attorney on the phone.*
CARL (voice): HALLELUJAH! Pierre did the right thing and sued their asses! I hope he hurts Jack and that bitch Samantha in their pocketbook!
Dan Manheim vs. Aiden Miles
Written by: Neil
Nonpoint’s “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.
The lights in the arena darken a bit. "Switchback" by Biohazard plays as Dan Manheim walks out from behind the curtain. He does a few jumps to prepare himself as he walks forward to a shower of pyros beside him. He walks through the pyros and starts down the ramp towards the ring. The lights come back to normal as Dan jumps on the apron to a massive turnbuckle pyro. He gets in the ring, raising balled fists in the air to some boos. Manheim and Miles have a stare down for a moment.
Franks: This should be an interesting one, Ray. The power of Dan Manheim vs. the much nicer Aiden Miles?
Quadros: Don’t call him nice, Carl. That would imply the women don’t love him.
Referee Andy Sheppard calls for the bell and this match is underway. Aiden Miles and Dan Manheim circle around the ring and then lock up. Manheim pushes Miles to his rear end and then flexes to the fans’ approval. He tells Miles to get his “ass up and face him like a man.” Miles hops back to his feet and gets into the face of Manheim. The two trash talk face to face and then Manheim slaps Miles across the face. More disrespect from Dan Manheim there as Miles is left rubbing his face with a grin forming.
Forearm to the face of Manheim by Miles! Another forearm! Another! Irish whip by Aiden Miles who collects Manheim on the rebound with a hurricane rana! Aiden Miles now starts hammering away to the face of Manheim! Each shot potentially gaining him a little more respect with the larger Dan Manheim! Referee Sheppard counts! 1! 2! 3! 4! Miles backs away for a moment only to return with a leg drop across the throat! Cover by Miles! 1!…2!…KICK OUT!
Franks: I wonder if Manheim will take Miles seriously now?
Quadros: It’s hard to take Aiden Miles seriously because he’s Aiden Miles.
Miles picks up Manheim and gives him a twisting neck breaker! Dan Manheim is now planted on the canvass and Miles sees the golden opportunity. He hopes up onto the top turnbuckle for an early splash but Manheim gets to his feet before anything can happen. Miles steps down from the turnbuckles as Manheim is now taunting Miles to bring it like any of his offense didn’t hurt before. Miles shrugs his shoulders with a sigh and throws a kick to the midsection of Dan Manheim. Right kick! Left kick! Right kick…NO! Caught by Dan Manheim. Geez! Dan Manheim just plowed through Aiden Miles with a short armed clothesline!
Franks: Manheim got all of his weight into that one, Ray.
Quadros: No kidding there.
Dan Manheim gets to his feet and pulls Aiden Miles up. He whips Miles to the ropes and plants him with a spine buster on the rebound! He turns Miles over and applies a Boston Crab just to wear down his opponent that much more. Aiden Miles is yelling out in pain and grabs for the ropes as Manheim sits back on his spine. Sheppard starts counting! 1! 2! 3! 4!
Finally, Manheim releases the Boston Crab and stomps on Miles’s back. He picks Miles back up and goes for a modified high angle slam but Miles lands on his feet! Aiden Miles kicks Manheim in the midsection and then drops him with a swinging inverted Russian legsweep! Manheim starts rolling around holding his head as Aiden Miles rolls away.
Quadros: Ha! Manheim didn’t see that coming.
Franks: The more he keeps Manheim down, the better off Aiden Miles will be.
Miles goes over to a corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He then jumps off and lands a flying elbow to the head of Dan Manheim! Aiden Miles waits for Manheim to get to his feet. He kicks Manheim in the stomach and looks for a diamond cutter but Manheim blocks it. Manheim grabs Miles and drops him with a belly-to-belly suplex!
Manheim picks Miles up and nails him with a vertical suplex. Manheim holds on and carries Miles into another vertical suplex! Manheim holds on one more time and this time he holds Aiden Miles up in the air! All the blood begins to rush to the head of Aiden Miles as his face starts to turn red! Then finally, BAM! Manheim executes a delayed vertical suplex! Cover! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT!
Franks: What power there by Dan Manheim!
Quadros: Still, Aiden Miles was able to kick out.
The crowd reacts with some shock as Dan Manheim begins climbing to the top turnbuckle! The big man almost loses his balance but is able to hold on! He sizes Aiden Miles up and jumps off with a leg drop from the top turnbuckle! NO! Miles rolls out of the way and Manheim is left holding his rear end! Miles runs towards the ropes for some extra leverage and blasts Manheim in the back of the head with a drop kick! Now Miles makes a cover! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!!
Aiden Miles is looking for the kill here. He picks the stunned Dan Manheim up and whips him into the corner. Miles climbs to the second turnbuckle and starts to unload some forearms to the face of Manheim. The crowd counts! 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! TEN?! NO! Before Aiden Miles can hit the last one, Dan Manheim grabs him from behind and powers the light heavyweight down onto the canvass with a power bomb out of the corner! A spent Manheim drapes his arm over Miles for the win! 1!…2!…2.99994132131!!
Franks: What a power bomb out of the corner by Dan Manheim!
Quadros: And what a kick out by Aiden Miles!
Both men are down and out in the middle of the ring and Referee Sheppard has no choice but to count! 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! Dan Manheim is slowly getting to his feet! 7! Now Aiden Miles is doing the same! 8! 9! Both men are back to their feet and throwing fists in order to gain control! Manheim with the upper hand! Miles returns a shot of his own! Manheim! Miles! Manheim! Miles! Manheim! Miles! Manheim! Manheim! Manheim! Manheim kicks Miles in the midsection and has him in position for another powerbomb! Miles breaks free! Diamond cutter!
Franks: Great reversal by Aiden Miles! Make the cover!
Instead of listening to Carl Franks, Aiden Miles raises to his feet. He starts waving his hands in the air to get the crowd behind him. He’s calling for the end now as a groggy Dan Manheim is getting to his feet. Aiden Miles grabs him…CRASH LANDING! Oh what a stiff captured suplex back breaker!! Aiden Miles slides in and hooks the leg as the crowd counts! ONE! TWO! THREE!! Ding! Ding! Ding!
Franks: What a victory for Aiden Miles, Ray! He’s starting to get on a roll here with this new attitude of his!
Quadros: I’m almost sold on him, Carl.
Past the Absolute Limit
Written by: Danny
Backstage at the Hinkle Fieldhouse, Chris Wilkins is done on the floor, stretching out his calf muscles for his upcoming match against Alex Legend. Sitting on a couple of equipment cases next to where Chris is on the floor, is Alex Rollins. As Chris starts stretch out the other muscles of his leg, PWA road agent Ryan Richardson comes up to him. Chris gets up off the floor and shakes the hand of the former Violation color commentator.
Chris: Ryan, how goes it?
Ryan: Pretty good. Just checking on how my favorite wrestler is doing. Are you ready for your match with Alex Legend?
Chris: Am I ready? Of course I'm ready.
Alex: As soon as you pull your head out of the past.
Chris: I'll pull my head out of the past as soon as you stop kissing Legend's ass. That's all he's been doing since we got here, Ryan. Legend said this, Legend said that. Jesus, if I knew any better, I'd say that Alex has a crush on Legend.
Alex: Hey, the kid made some good points in his promo.
Chris: He also made some bad ones.
Ryan: Like what? I saw his message directed at you and it seemed pretty solid to me.
Chris: Oh, it was solid. Until he decided to say that he's unbreakable. Sure, he'll be back next week. And the week after. But he'll never want to step into the ring with me again. And then he goes and contradicts himself. He tells me that I made a mistake by telling the world that since I have more wins in the past two months then he does in his career, that that means that I'm underestimating him. Well, he made the mistake of saying that just because I've never beat him before, means I probably can't. You know why I've never beat him before? Cause I've never even faced him! And tonight, that's all gonna change when my name is announced as the winner.
Alex: Only if you stop talking about the past.
Chris: I wasn't talking about the past! Hell, he's the one who first brought it up when he said that he's never seen me wrestle before, but that my list of championships is above average. Plus, I was just telling him how it was. Legend said and he still claims that Nighthawk is one of the best in the company. And I just had to tell him that I've beaten Nighthawk plenty of times, and that makes me better then him. I'm just trying to help Legend out. Sure, a win against Nighthawk is always nice for everybody to get, but a win against Chris Wilkins means a hell of a lot more. After all, if the Butcher hadn't screwed me out of it, I'd be the Light Heavyweight champion right now.
Ryan: You got any good things to say about Alex Legend?
Chris: Yeah, sure. For all he gets wrong, I do like him. He says that he's gonna bring his all and push me to the absolute limit and I believe him. I can't wait for it. He's gonna find out that my absolute limit is more then he can take. Legend says that he's getting more and more excited about this match as it closer and I am too. And it's here. Screw Bad Moon Rising being next week, I'm feeling like this is it now. We're gonna put on a PPV-quality match and if Legend beats me in the ring, I'll shake his hand. But, it's not gonna happen. I'm gonna bring it harder then Legend, I'm gonna take him past his absolute limit, and I'm gonna break him
Ryan: Good luck out there.
Chris: Thanks, Ryan.
With that, Chris shakes Ryan's hand again, nods in the direction of Alex Rollins, who gets off the cases. Together, they walk over to the entrance way.
Chris Wilkins vs. Alex Legend
Written by: Jonn
Franks: What a match we have for you next folks at home and in attendance. These two competitors have been exchanging comments back and forth and now it’s time to see whose words ring truer. Your comments Ray?
Quadros: It’s really much simpler than you think Carl. He might not go by PWA’s Greatest Athlete, but Chris Wilkins is just that. He’s got talent on his talent and Alex Legend? He’s a punk who is overextending his welcome in the higher rankings of PWA!
Franks: What I’ve also noticed Ray though is that Alex Legend knows that right now he’s on the outside looking in, but it’s not going to be that way for too much longer. He’s also got a ton of talent, and Chris Wilkins might be in the fight of his life he isn’t 100% prepared.
Quadros: Oh Chris will be prepared alright. Prepared to show Alex Legend what a real opponent looks like. Chris Wilkins has faced them all and tonight he’s going to show what experience in the ring is all about!
Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen. The following contest is scheduled is a singles match and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first. Weighing in at 230 lbs and hailing from Houston, Texas. Here is.. “The Absolute” Alex Legend!!
(The lights in the arena dim and red strobes begin to flash as "Waking the Demon" by Bullet for my Valentine starts to blast throughout the arena. A few seconds later "The Absolute" Alex Legend steps out from behind the curtain with a sleeveless shirt, black bandana and Aviators on. He makes his way down to the ring slapping hands with the people along the guardrails. Legend slides under the bottom rope then gets on top of the turnbuckle and poses for the fans one last time before taking his entrance attire off.)
Ferdinand: Now introducing his opponent. Weighing in at 175 lbs and coming to you from Ogden, Utah. He is Chris Wilkins!!
("What I Want" by Daughtry begins to play in the arena. As the chorus starts, a blast of fireworks come out from the entrance ramp and smoke starts to fill the arena. It begins to clear and standing on the stage are Chris Wilkins with Alex Rollins at is side. With Rollins yelling instructions in his ear, they walk down to the ring. Sliding in at the same time, Wilkins raises his fists to the fans, while Rollins claps behind him. Talking last second strategy, Wilkins waits for the match to start.)
DING DING DING!
(The match gets underway with Chris Wilkins and Alex Legend meeting in the center of the ring with their foreheads pressed against one another as they talk smack back and forth! Both men clearly think that they’re the better man in this match and aren’t backing down an inch. Chris Wilkins pulls his hand back and delivers an insulting slap to the face of the newcomer, Alex Legend! Alex Legend’s face turns to the side, with finger marks across his cheeks. He moves his jaw side to side then surprises Chris Wilkins with a hard right out of nowhere! Chris Wilkins’ taken off his feet, landing hard on the mat. Alex Legend follows up with a falling elbow, but Chris Wilkins rolls out of the way just in time.)
Quadros: See! What did I tell you? It was only a matter of time before Chris Wilkins’ superiority took over!
Franks: I have a feeling that there is still a lot of time left in this match up. It could swing back and forth several times before the winner is determined!
Quadros: Ultimately it’s going to be Chris Wilkins though. I can feel it in the air tonight. It’s Chris Wilkins night!
Franks: I think the only thing you can feel in the air tonight is the aftertones of your voice!
(Alex Legend nails the canvas elbow first and rolls over onto his back, clutching his elbow. Chris Wilkins already up to his feet and capitalizes with boots to the rib cage of his opponent. Swift kick to the side of the head and Wilkins is off to the races climbing up the turnbuckle of the closest corner. Up and jumps off without a hesitation as he looks to nail a Moonsault! It connects, but not like he expects as Alex Legend brings up his knees just in time! Alex Legend rolls him off and rolls over on top of Wilkins and goes for the pin attempt! 1………. 2………. THRE- NO!)
Franks: Chris Wilkins went for the risky move and it didn’t pay off for him that time! Alex Legend showing he may not be quite the rookie that we all think he might be!
Quadros: Anyone can put their knees to their chest. Except maybe you Carl, but that’s cause you’re a fatty McFat Fat!
Frank: McFat isn’t even a real word! Back to the topic at hand, I believe that Alex Legend timed that perfectly!
Quadros: Wish you’d time your mouth perfectly, because then you’d never be talking! Haha!
(Wilkins kicks out before the hand of the referee slaps the mat for a third time. Alex Legend understands it’s going to take more than that to take a premiere wrestler such as Chris Wilkins out of this match. He is up and helps Chris Wilkins to his feet as well. Knife Edge Chop that not only lights up the chest of Wilkins, but also lights up the face of one of PWA’s smallest wrestlers in sheer pain. Looking to capitalize off his momentum, Alex Legend takes a step back and then attempts to decapitate Wilkins with a Superkick that just narrowly misses! Chris Wilkins uses his height to duck underneath and then while Alex Legend’s foot is still up in the air, Wilkins grabs Legend around both the leg and the waist. Capture Suplex! Wilkins displays his raw strength despite a small frame! He rolls up Alex Legend and goes for the pin attempt! 1…... 2……. THRE- NO! Alex Legend powers out before the referee can make the third count!)
Quadros: You see how Chris Wilkins did that? That kind of stuff just comes natural for him!
Franks: So now you’re stealing his catchphrases? Might as well try and go for his wife next since you’re obsessing over him so much.
Quadros: Is that what happened with Marshall and your wife?
Franks: SHUT IT!
Quadros: As a matter of fact Carl, I already tried to tap his wife’s ass back in the TNW days, but don’t tell Chris!
(Wilkins doesn’t waste anytime arguing over the pin count as he stands up and then drops down a hard knee! He’s up and then leaps up in the air where he is standing and lands a Leg Drop! He holds his leg over Legend’s throat and then hooks a leg once more. 1……. 2…… THRE-… NO! Legend gets a shoulder up in the knick of time! Wilkins is starting to show slight signs of frustrations as he gives the referee look a quick evil eye.)
Quadros: Chris Wilkins being relentless just like I thought he’d be! Alex Legend didn’t know what he was in for tonight!
Franks: I do have to admit that Wilkins is showing what he is made of, but Legend hasn’t been looking too shabby either!
(Moving on, Chris Wilkins helps Alex Legend up to his feet and then sends him flying across the squared circle harshly into a corner. Chris Wilkins rushes towards the corner and attempts a Dropsault, but Alex Legend shakes out the cobwebs in time. While Wilkins is in midair, Alex Legend spins him around causing Wilkins to land in the corner with his back in the turnbuckles! Out of instinct, Chris Wilkins throws a hard right, but Alex Legend blocks it! Alex Legend lunges in and connects with a knee across the chest of Wilkins, temporarily causing him to lose his breath! Alex Legend backs out of the corner and then runs like a cheetah and then leaps high in the air with his chest out… Stinger Splash! Wilkins is crushed in the corner and walks out slowly, takes a swing at thin air and then falls to the mat like a sack of potatoes. Alex Legend falls on top of him and goes for the pin attempt! 1…….. 2……… THREE! Alex Legend comes away with the…. NO! The referee is holding up two fingers and signaling that this match is going to continue on!)
Quadros: Does Legend think he is wrestling in the late eighties or early nineties?! A splash like that is so retro!
Franks: I think at this point, whatever works is more effective than what looks flashy. Worked for him that time.
Quadros: But what about me? What about the fans?! They don’t deserve to see that crap!
Franks: The day you actually speak for the fans is the day that a German midget will actually not be piss ant.
(Alex Legend slaps the mat thinking that he had just won the match. He turns Wilkins over onto his stomach and then grabs one leg while facing away from Wilkins body. Half Boston Crab! He leans back as hard as he can, trying to get Wilkins to tap out immediately or end up tearing something in Wilkins leg! You can hear Wilkins screaming no at the top of his lungs as the referee is asking him if he wants to give in. Wilkins is smack dab in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go. He’s reaching out but there is nothing to grab! On top of it, Alex Legend is also wrenching Chris Wilkins ankle in a modified Ankle Lock while still tugging back in the Half Boston Crab. If Wilkins doesn’t do something soon, the match is going to end whether he wants it to or not due to injury!)
Quadros: You can’t do that to Chris Wilkins! Alex Legend is trying to injure him rather than go about winning this match! That proves me knows that he can’t hang with the likes of a Chris Wilkins!
Franks: Two perfectly legal moves done at the same time. I’d say that he’s doing whatever he can to make Chris Wilkins tap out and win the match.
Quadros: You always take up for the guys who are always doing everything low handed and out of context from an actual wrestling match!
Franks: Anybody who has known us for more than four minutes knows that you’d be talking about yourself in that case.
(He pushes up on the canvas with mind blowing strength and lunges forward about a foot! It brings Alex Legend slightly off balance and that is all Chris Wilkins needs to adjust to the situation. He turns over onto his back while Alex Legend’s grip is look and then with his free leg, pushes on the ass of Alex Legend. Alex Legend is sent flying towards the ropes where he bounces off and then comes flying back towards Chris Wilkins already prepared to be on the offensive. Chris Wilkins has already made it up to his feet and side steps an attempted Lariat! Alex Legend continues across the ring and bounces off the other ropes and adjusts his route and is once again on a collision course with Wilkins! Wilkins, despite his leg in great pain, leaps up into the air and connects the side of his foot with the side of Legend’s head with a tremendous Step Forward Side Kick! Alex Legend drops down to a knee, but doesn’t stay there long. Chris Wilkins comes from behind and sets him up in a reverse headlock. Reverse DDT! The back of Legend’s head cracks the canvas! Chris Wilkins takes advantage of the opportunity and hooks a leg as tightly as he can for the pin attempt. 1…… 2……. THREE! Chris Wilkins pulls off the victory with a Re… NO!)
Franks: What a close call right there, but Alex Legend pulls out a miracle and keeps his hopes of winning this match alive!
Quadros: Cheater, cheater pumpkin eater! Alex Legend probably had to dig into his life savings to pay off the referee for that one!
Franks: Oh for goodness sake. Alex Legend isn’t that type of wrestler and you know it. Nor is our referee partial to either one of these men.
Quadros: Are you out of your mind Carl?! If you opened your eyes more often that just to look for your next meal, you’d have seen how slow of a count the referee made there compared to all the ones that Alex Legend has when pinning Chris Wilkins!
Franks: Nice way to sneak the fat jokes in there.
Quadros: It’s not hard. You’re fat. You’re a joke. Perfect combination!
(The referee is showing two fingers up in the air! Chris Wilkins eyes and mouth are as big as saucers! He’s showing the referee three fingers, but the referee is staying firm with two fingers! Chris Wilkins pounds both fists to the canvas, realizing that arguing with the referee anymore is just going to be a losing argument that he doesn’t have time for. He helps Alex Legend up to his feet and then nails a European Uppercut, stunning Alex Legend. Spins Alex Legend around and wraps his arms around his waste. Release German Suplex at the height of Alex Legend’s ascension! Unfortunately for Chris Wilkins, Alex Legend uses the momentum and manages to flip over and land on one knee! Chris Wilkins doesn’t see this as he jumps up to his feet and raises both hands in the air and then slaps himself across the back. He turns around and very much to his surprise, he’s taken clean off his feet with a tremendous Spear! Alex Legend quickly hooks a leg and goes for the three count! 1…... 2…… THRE- NO! Chris Wilkins musters up enough instinct to kick out! Alex Legend rolls over onto his back, clearly frustrated!)
Quadros: If Legend would’ve won there, I would’ve called foul play!
Franks: What would you call foul play this time? I didn’t see anything that was even remotely out of line.
Quadros: No one can flip over like that and land so neatly unless they’re on some kind of drugs. What is it? Steroids? Performance enhancing drugs? Has he been to Clemens house lately?!
Franks: Nope. Barry Bonds’ place.
Quadros: I knew it! He’s cheating to try and win this match! Shouldn’t of opened your big chops Carl!
Franks: Just leading you on to see how retarded you can make yourself sound!
(After a moment, he helps Wilkins up to a standing position and then drops him back first across his knee and then jerks him back up to a standing position. Wilkins back is arched as a hand goes to his back in most likely agonizing pain. He puts Wilkins in front headlock and attempts a Tornado DDT, but Chris Wilkins manages to pop his head out of Legend’s grasp and shoves Alex Legend off of him. Alex bumps hard on the mat while Chris Wilkins continues to hold his back as he winces. Alex Legend up as he attempts a Spinning Heel Kick… Chris Wilkins drops to a knee avoiding it! Alex Legend falls to the mat and Chris Wilkins already dropping down on top of him with a hard elbow! Immediately following it, he makes a mad dash for the closest corner and scales the turnbuckle. Diving Legdrop that manages to connect! He believes he has it for sure now as he hooks a leg and goes for the pin attempt! 1…… 2……. THREE! WAIT….. NO! The referee saying this match isn’t over yet! Alex Legend just won’t give up!)
Franks: Wow! Alex Legend showing guts you don’t normally see from a kid so new into the big leagues!
Quadros: I’m sensing that Wilkins isn’t going to let him hang around too much longer! If he doesn’t give in soon, Chris Wilkins is going to take care of business sooner than later!
Franks: If he’s going to do something, he better do it soon. This match has went back and forth too much for Wilkins to hold off the big guns any more. Besides, I’ve seen Alex Legend use that finisher of his and I seriously doubt Wilkins would be able to kick out of it!
Quadros: Just let him try to do something to one of PWA’s crown jewels and you’ll see what happens!
Franks: Time to buckle up the seat belts folks cause I have a feeling this one is coming down to the wire as we speak!
Quadros: Buckle up your seat belts?! We’re not in Driver’s Ed!
(Chris Wilkins decides that he is going to end the match right here and right now! He helps Alex Legend up and then puts him into a standing Head Scissors. He’s going to execute a Flipping Piledriver that he’s labeled as the Last Call! Alex Legend, aware of his surroundings enough knows what it means as he flips Chris Wilkins over with a Back Body Drop! He falls backs and lands an elbow across the chest of Wilkins! He helps Wilkins up to his feet and does the very same thing Wilkins does… a standing Head Scissors! He’s going for the The Legend Killer which is his version of a Sit Out Pedigree! Before he has a chance to do anything else, it’s Chris Wilkins turn to turn the tides as he gives Alex Legend the exact move he was given.. Back Body Drop! Chris Wilkin spins around and bends over to help Alex Legend to his feet. Alex Legend surprises him with a small package pin! 1……… 2………. 3!!)
Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen. The winner of this match by pinfall. “The Absolute” Alex Legend!
Franks: Chris Wilkins caught by surprise and it ends with a surprise roll up!
Quadros: He didn’t say go, so thus Chris Wilkins wasn’t ready! I declare a disqualification!
Franks: Didn’t you say that before you joined me at the broadcast that you tried to be a referee?
Quadros: Yeah so? They said my match calling was about as good as George Bush running the United States. They compliment me and never call me back!
Franks: Now I’m stuck with you. Great!
Ring Crew Disability?
Written by: Andrew
(Terminus is shown making his way toward the Gundan RTO locker room so that he can make his final preparations for his match against Nighthawk this evening, when he happens to come upon three members of the PWA Road Crew.
The first member happens to be ex-PWA announcer Ryan Richardson, and he's in the process of giving the other two members of the crew their assigned tasks for this evening.)
Ryan: OK, guys...listen up. We've had some complaints recently about the stability of the ring by certain members of the roster and after what happened at Point of No Return, we sure as hell don't want any more accidents. Our insurance premiums are already through the roof as it is.
So, Joe...
(Ryan turns his attention to a stocky, shaven-skulled man in his late-twenties.)
Ryan: I want you to go out there between matches to make damned good and certain that the ring has enough give to absorb ANY sort of impact. Got it?
Joe: Got it.
Ryan: And Mike..
(Ryan turns his attention toward a young man in his early twenties whose most notable features are a thick head of blonde hair, and a somewhat bemused grin that seems permanently etched on his face.)
Ryan: I want you to...Oh hel;l, I just want you to help Joe out, and do what he tells you. Got it?
Mike: I...I....I...g-...g-....got it.
Joe, with a nasty smirk: Yeah....he g-g-g-g-g-ets it.
Ryan (trying to hide a smirk) Not nice, Joe. Not nice at all.
(Feeling a bit disgusted at the scene playing out before him, Terminus decides to make his presence known.)
Terminus: No...It *isn't* nice to make light of someone's disability, Joe...
Joe: T-t-t....Terminus!?
Terminus:Yes. It would seem that Mike here isn't the only person who has a speech impediment at the moment...is it?
Ryan, eyes narrowing at he stares at the masked man: We were....Oh never mind. C'mon guys let's go.
Mike: I...I....I'll b-e be...right with you.
(Terminus watches Joe and Ryan exchange glances while doing their best to avoid the masked man's withering stare. Terminus watches them depart, and overhears a snippet of conversation.)
Joe: Why would Termite make a point of helping that retard?
Ryan: Mike ain't a retard, Joe...at least not as far as some things go...
Joe: Like what?
Ryan: Like setting up a ring...and dealing with combustable materials...that's what he did in the military, after all....
(Terminus feels his eyes go wide, but then his attention is once again focused upon Mike, who is staring at him with some measure of awe on his face.)
Mike: T-...t-...t- Terminus. I...I...have some...some...something for you.
Terminus: Really?
Mike: Y-...yeah. M-...My M-mom...told me to give you this...
(Mike fishes a folded up sheet of paper out of his pocket, and thrusts it toward the New Age Punisher, whose eyes go wide as he examines his contents.)
Terminus: Your mother...is Beth Richmond. The same Beth who owns...
Mike, smiling with pride: Belmont's in Chicago. Yeah....
Terminus: I see...Well, I should get going Mike,
Mike: Y-yeah...It...it..was good to...good to....meet you.
Terminus: We'll talk again, I'm sure...
(Terminus nods his head in acknowledgement of Mike's grin and then watches him leave with a somewhat perplexed expression apparent through his mask as he stares down at the note in his hand.)
Terminus: Yeah... Something tells me that we're going to have to talk again...and do so in the very near future.
(With that, the masked man shakes his head and continues his journey toward the locker room.)
BMR Qualifier Match
Tom Fury vs. Brad Kane
Written by: Neil
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...
Franks: Here comes Brad Kane who seems to have rejuvenated his PWA career the past couple weeks, Ray. That might be why he finds himself in this match-up tonight with a potential World Heavyweight Championship spot on the line.
Quadros: Or the Commissioner is just off his rocker handing out title shots like candy. Brad Kane is a former Atlantic Champion but he’s going to have his work cut out for him tonight.
“Woke Up This Morning” by Alabama 3 (A3) A dazzling display of fireworks, orange and red lights confront the viewer along with an entrance video depicting the destruction of war and violence of all sorts interspersed with footage of Tom Fury demolishing opponents left, right and centre. Tom Fury steps out from the back with his brother Matt Filth at his side as the crowd boos. They both make their way down to ringside as nearby PWA fans throw trash and obscenities in their direction. Fury slides into the ring and begins pacing back and forth, staring down Brad Kane.
Franks: Tom Fury has made quite an impact the past few weeks himself. Victories over two former World Heavyweight Champions in Kaito and Jason Sandman have brought him to this opportunity.
Quadros: I’ve become quite a fan of him and Matt Filth, Carl. Those two just mean business every time they step into the ring.
Referee Steve Upshaw calls for the bell to get this match underway. With a potential World Heavyweight Championship shot on the line next week at Bad Moon Rising, both men lock up to claim what is theirs. Fury gains the early upper hand and shoves Kane down to the mat with a bang. He drops a follow up elbow but Kane rolls out of the way. Both men pop back up and Kane starts throwing some kicks to the left thigh of Fury. Brad Kane with an Irish whip. Off the ropes comes Tom Fury with a clothesline attempt! Ducked by Kane! Ouch! Fury yanks Brad Kane down to the mat with a blatant hair pull as he ran through!
Referee Upshaw has some words with Fury, who is too busy laying the stomps to Kane to even listen. Fury pulls Brad Kane up and whips him hard across the ring into a corner! Running with a full head of steam by Fury! BAM! Chest first into the unforgiving turnbuckles as Brad Kane ducks out of the way! OH! Kane with a bicycle kick to the back of Tom Fury’s head in the corner! Kane turns Fury around and chops him across the chest! WHOOO! Another! WHOOOO! Another! WHOOOOO! Irish whip out of the corner by Brad Kane. Reversed by Fury! Off the ropes comes Kane with a flying forearm to the face! Cover! 1...2...KICK OUT!
Franks: Brad Kane is catching some momentum here, Ray.
Quadros: It’s still early on.
Brad Kane lands a couple mounted palm blows before Upshaw calls him off. Kane pulls Tom Fury up but Fury catches him with a shot to the midsection. Hammer blow across the back by Fury drops Kane to a knee. Fury runs towards the ropes and bounces off with a knee to the side of Kane’s head! Now Fury with a cover! 1...2...KICK OUT! Stiff punch to the face by Tom Fury gains a warning from Referee Upshaw. Fury applies a simple headlock as he raises Kane to his feet. Kane attempts a dead lift into a backdrop but Fury is able to block it. Tom Fury walks Brad Kane over to a corner where he bounces Kane’s head off the turnbuckle. He slingshots Brad Kane out of the corner into a Irish whipped short-armed clothesline! Fury again with a cover! 1!…2!…THR…KICK OUT! Matt Filth continues to cheer on his brother as Brad Kane slowly gets to his feet.
Franks: Tom Fury has shifted gears here, Ray, and Brad Kane is on the wrong side of the larger man’s offense.
Quadros: Kane has taken a couple shots to the head, Carl. Soon enough he’ll be running around backstage in his underwear wanting to be paid in pizzas.
Fury grabs Kane from behind to start the Torrent series of suplexes but Kane catches him with an elbow low. Around the back goes Kane and executes a northern lights suplex! Bridge! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT! Matt Filth almost thought his brother blew it! Fury is up holding his back and walks into an STO from Kane! The crowd pops for Brad Kane as he applies a Texas Cloverleaf! Fury is down on the mat pounding it with both fists as he tries to feel out the pain. Referee Upshaw wants to know if he’s going to give up! NO! Brad Kane reels back a bit more for additional pressure, causing Tom Fury to react with wide eyes! Again Upshaw asks! NO!
Uh-oh, here come Matt Filth up onto the ring apron to get Brad Kane’s attention. Kane releases the submission and flies at Filth with a forearm! Missed! Matt Filth just jumped off of the apron to get away! Here comes an angry Tom Fury with a running wild clothesline to catch Brad Kane! No! Kane pitches Fury over the top rope! Wait! Fury hold on and lands on the ring apron to save his skin! Standing drop kick by Brad Kane finishes the job as Tom Fury lands hard on the floor!
Filth comes over to help his brother to his feet and brushes him off. Tom Fury pushes his brother off of him as Filth asks what he did wrong. OH! Brad Kane just jumped off the top rope with a twisting body splash that took out both Filth & Fury members!
Franks: What a move there by Brad Kane to even this match out a little!
Quadros: That’s hardly a fair move there, Carl. Tom Fury clearly wasn’t ready for that sneak attack.
Brad Kane gets a nice round of applause for his actions. He pulls up both Filth and Fury and does a Three Stooges act by smashing to the two brother into each other, head first. Tom Fury stumbles away holding his face but Kane continues stalking him. Knife-edge chop by Brad Kane! WHOOOO!! Another! WHOOOO!! Another! NO! Tom Fury kicks Kane low and tosses him head first into the unforgiving barrier. Follow up stomp to the forehead by Fury as Referee Upshaw is begging this match get back in the ring.
Tom Fury scoffs as he rolls Brad Kane into the ring. Scum waster leg drop over the top rope by Fury into the ring! Cover! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT!! Tom Fury looks at Upshaw and wants a faster count. He pulls Kane up from the waist and executes a German suplex! Fury holds on…rolls…another German suplex! Again he holds on…rolls the hips…German suplex! One more time Tom Fury holds on and raises Kane to his feet…electric chair drop by Tom Fury to finish off the chain of moves he calls Torrent! Fury hooks the leg as Matt Filth raises his arms in victory! 1!…2!…2.9923134777113!!! Tom Fury looks up and can’t believe it!
Franks: What a clutch kick out there by Brad Kane!
Quadros: The guy has been dropped on his head I don’t know how many times in this match so far and he kicks out.
Tom Fury gets up into the face of Referee Upshaw and he’s going ballistic here over the officiating. He wants a faster count next time or else! Back to his opponent goes Fury as he grabs Kane with a handful of hair. He whips Kane to the ropes by the hair and Kane returns with a running clothesline attempt. Ducked by Fury. Now Fury running towards the ropes. They both run into each other in the center of the ring but Fury catches Kane with a premeditated high speed DDT! Hook of the leg by Fury as he has a smile over his face! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT! Damn it, ref! Fury covers again! 1!…2!…THR…KICK OUT!
Franks: Tom Fury is starting to lose his cool here, Ray.
Quadros: Probably because the referee is screwing him over here. He should have pinned Brad Kane by now.
A double hair pull this time by Tom Fury as he puts Kane between his legs for a power bomb! Up onto the shoulders goes Brad Kane!….counting rana by Kane sends Fury flying! Fury pops up real fast but Kane beat him to the punch with a drop kick! Again Fury pops back up but still Kane was up first and blasts Fury with a palm strike! Irish whip by Kane on the phased Tom Fury! Roaring European uppercut by Brad Kane floors Tom Fury! Now Kane makes the cover! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!
Brad Kane has had enough fooling around for one night and applies a seated figure four leg lock on Tom Fury’s face! The crowd groans as Fury finds himself in a precarious position! With his legs firmly wrapped around the neck of Tom Fury, Brad Kane leaves his opponent with few options and a cucumber in his face! Fury’s eyes go wide as he finds himself literally BALLS ON CHIN (thanks for the picture Jonn) with Brad Kane making him look like a bitch!
Quadros: Dude that’s gross!
Franks: That’s called a seated figure four leg lock, Ray. The last time I saw that move performed was over ten years ago when I was hanging out with some Malaysian aborigines. All they wear are loin cloths.
Quadros: What the hell, Carl! I never knew you went that way.
Franks: It was an experience I’ll never forget. Maybe later I’ll tell you more about it.
Quadros: No wonder why Layne Marshall did your wife.
Franks: Shut up!
Tom Fury’s face begins to go red as his eyes continue to bulge…uh wrong word… continue to protrude out of his head in shock and in pain! Brad Kane wiggles his legs together to make the hold even tighter! Sickened by the sight of Tom Fury with a face full of Brad Kane family jewels, Referee Upshaw finds himself in a conflicting circumstance. This might be an illegal choke hold here but he can’t be sure. The only way to make sure is to dive face first into the situation and check it out. And sure enough, Referee Upshaw gets uncomfortably close to the hold with his face to make sure. Good thing he’s a professional.
Quadros: You don’t even do this to a hooker, Carl.
Franks: I am sure Brad Kane picked up this very effective submission maneuver during his studies of the kama sutra.
Referee Upshaw asks Tom Fury if he wants to give up since this is NOT an illegal choke! Fury mutters through a red face…NO! Tom Fury tries to power his way out of the move with his shoulders!
Quadros: Argh! Now he’s practically right in Brad Kane’s trunks!
Franks: That will happen sometimes.
Quadros: Someone call a stop to this!
The crowd is starting to grow restless and even beginning to boo Brad Kane for this odd submission move. Fury is flailing his arms like a wild man trying to find those ropes! They’re too far away! It’s now or never, Tom Fury! You want to be World Champion? Face your fears! Literally! Oh! Here comes Matt Filth into the ring finally to save his brother from this embarrassing and extremely effective submission! Kane sees him coming and releases the hold with ease! Matt Filth swings a clothesline wildly! Ducked by Kane! Roaring elbow by Brad Kane drops Matt Filth like a ton of bricks! OH! Seated figure four leg lock on Matt Filth! Now he gets a disgusting taste of this unorthodox move!
Quadros: Fucking Christ, Carl! Someone ring the fucking bell! This is hardly the fucking time to flaunt your oversized package in a man’s face! Even if a World fucking Title shot is on the FUCKING line!
Franks: Watch your mouth, Ray!
Quadros: Matt Filth and Tom Fury better watch theirs! This is a travesty and completely unsportsmanlike by Brad Kane!
Matt Filth is going ballistic now as Brad Kane has him locked down in a bad way! Tom Fury rises to his feet holding his neck and falls against the ropes, gasping for air. In an attempt to save his brother, Fury grabs Brad Kane from behind the head and drops him with a short neck breaker straight from the seated figure four leg lock! Matt Filth rolls out of the ring choking and holding his neck as if serious damage was done! Tom Fury covers Brad Kane! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!!
Now Fury is pissed as he starts stomping on Brad Kane to smother the man. Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stompidy stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomidy freakin’ stomp stomp! Now he has some unkind words for Brad Kane before ascending to the top turnbuckle. Fury jumps off with a swan dive head butt he calls the Fire Ball! Connects! Fury grabs his head in pain before rolling on top of Brad Kane! Cover! ONE! TWO!! THRE!…NO! ANOTHER KICK OUT!!
Franks: Brad Kane is living up to his name of “Unbreakable”, Ray. He just won’t stay down!
Quadros: Probably because he likes to be on top! We’ve all ready seen that disgusting display.
Tom Fury is pounding the mat with frustration as Brad Kane is sucking wind. He pulls Kane up into a vertical suplex position…Bran Kane rolls through and lands on his feet! Fury turns around and catches Kane’s foot!…Enzuigiri! Both men are down as Referee Upshaw starts the count! 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! Brad Kane starts to stir! 8! Now Tom Fury is rising to a knee! NINE!
Both men are up just in time! Right hand by Fury! Left by Kane! Right by Fury! Left by Kane! Kick to the midsection by Tom Fury! Irish whip! Brad Kane comes off the ropes with a leg lariat that catches Fury by surprise! Cover by Kane now! 1!…2!…THR…KICK OUT! Brad Kane gets up and runs towards the ropes! OH! Matt Filth took out the legs from under Kane as Referee Upshaw was checking Fury! Filth yanks Kane out of the ring and Brad lands hard face first onto the floor! Upshaw finally turns around as Filth is standing out side of the ring with his hands in the air.
Franks: That was just a cheap move by Matt Filth on Kane. Get Filth out of here! He has nothing to do with this match!
Quadros: I’ll call that revenge for what Kane did to him not too long ago. There’s still no way to get even after that!
Tom Fury rolls out of the ring holding his nose. He kicks the rising Kane in the ribs. Punch to the back of the head by Fury! He pulls up the woozy Brad Kane and sets him up on the ring apron. Fury joins his opponent on the ring apron and applies a half nelson…OH! Tom Fury just tossed Kane off of the apron with a half nelson suplex! Brad Kane lands right on his head!
Franks: Oh that was a brutal move there by Tom Fury!
Fury chuckles through his teeth as he collects Brad Kane’s limp body from the floor. He rolls Kane into the ring and slides in himself. He pulls up Brad Kane again and looks out towards the crowd momentarily….FKO!! Sick jaw breaker across the shoulder of Fury that finishes off an all ready knocked out Brad Kane! Fury hooks the leg! 1!…2!….THREE!! Ding! Ding! Ding!
Franks: My goodness, Ray. Tom Fury went to an unnecessary length to finish Brad Kane off in this one.
Quadros: The man just wouldn’t stay down. He didn’t know what was good for him and now he looks hurt in the process.
Tom Fury exits the ring as “Woke Up This Morning” continues to play. He’s greeted by his brother Matt Filth in celebration as medical personnel begin to make their way down to the ring to check on Brad Kane. Fury looks back towards the ring with no remorse over how he won the match before disappearing backstage.
Franks: Tom Fury put the roster on notice tonight, Ray. He has no issues targeting the head and finishing you off with one of his power moves.
Quadros: He just might walk out of Bad Moon Rising as the next PWA World Heavyweight Champion, Carl.
Sometimes, Sorry Isn't Enough
Written by: Steve
We open up in the center of the PWA ring, the crowd is electric after the events and matches taken place so far. However the fans are a little confused, as are the PWA announcers Carl Franks and Ray Quadros. Even Freddy Ferdinand is confused, and he can't believe what he's seeing as he introduces our guest in the ring.
Freddy Ferdinand : Please welcome tonight, PWA official, Sasha Brown!
Thats right, the woman at the center of the sexism fiasco of a few months ago has returned to the PWA after a brief absence, but she isn't dressed in her usual black and white stripes. Regular jeans, a white top and her chocolate brown hair tied back, the fringe coming down over her forehead, she stands with a PWA microphone in her hand, looking rather nervous.
Franks : Well this is a little odd, Referee Sahsa Brown inside the ring, but she's got her usual clothes on and has a microphone. Obviously she's not out here to officiate a match up tonight!
Quadros : God, haven't woman learned already? This is not...
Franks : Don't even go there.
Referee Sasha Brown : I really don't want to take up so much of you're time here tonight, but I had to do this publicly. Everyone now knows about the controversy I was involved in for a few months here in the Premier Wrestling Alliance and to tell you the truth, I'm not the kind of person who likes putting attention on themselves when it isn't needed. If I could find a job, where I sat behind a desk here in this company, I'd do it, but the truth is? I like being a referee here in the PWA, but not because of the money or the fame or anything like that. Its because I like being a part of what we do here in this company. Yet not so long ago, Indirectly? I nearly had this company brought to its knees.
Quadros : I'd like to see her get on her knees for me....
Franks : Thats low, even for you Ray.
Referee Sahsa Brown : There is one person though, who made it all happen. Who put this company in jeopardy and got me involved in something, I'd never want to be a part of. So, Aiden Miles? I'd like your company in this ring tonight.
Franks : What? She's calling Aiden Miles out? As far as I'm aware, this guy made her life a living hell! She was the reason she nearly quit the job she loves. He's the reason the entire female population was trying to have us thrown off the air! Yet, she's tempting fate by having him in the ring with her?
Quadros : Well this'll damn sure put Aidens little 'story' to the test, huh? Lets see how much he's really changed when a young... ish....big breasted woman is staring him in the face! Well, not that he'll be looking at her eyes, if you know what I'm saying!
Franks : Sadly, I do.
Referee Sahsa Brown : Come on, Aiden! I know you're not shy!
After a few minutes, indeed Aiden Miles appears in front of this sold out crowd in Indianapolis, Indiana. As Nonpoints "In the Air Tonight" plays through the arena, Aiden Miles is dressed in his ring attire, with a generic PWA T-Shirt covering his torso. Marching down to the ring, looking not as shocked as he should makes it to the ring, rolling under the bottom rope and stands face to face with Sasha Brown, before taking a microphone of his own.
Referee Sasha Brown : Glad you could make it.....
Aiden Miles : I got your e-mail, I wasn't going to leave you hanging out here. I know you're not comfortable in front of a large crowd when you're speaking.
Referee Sasha Brown : I'm not, but I needed to do this. Aiden, first off, let me tell you that for the past few months you have made my life a living hell! I used to LOVE coming to work! I loved coming to the arena's every week and getting in this ring officiating the massive matches they have here. Yet, the moment you decided to start behaving like a massive jerk, I gradually began to hate this job. No, thats not a strong enough word. I LOATHED coming to work, and I was on the verge of walking, if you didn't get your walking papers from Mr Cortez.
Aiden Miles : I know, I know....
Referee Sasha Brown : Don't interrupt, I'm not finished.
Franks : Wow, Aiden is put in his place.
Quadros : Yeah, look at him bite his lip. Say something sexist, Aiden...you know you want to!
Referee Sasha Brown : Now I'll be honest, I do think the whole thing went a little far. As you may well be aware of, I was NOT the one who started the petition. In fact, I was asking for everything to be brushed under the carpet. You know, I was ashamed that it had happened to me, and I didn't want all this attention. I just wanted to forget about it, and get on with my life. You know, I felt like a rape victim....thats how bad it was, thats how bad all the press was, the media. They all brought it all up, week after week and that was before the FLA got involved. That made it worse, and as soon as that happened? I was gone....I wanted nothing to do with it all, and I handed in MY notice to Mr Cortez! I actually quit....how weird is that?
Aiden Miles : Well I'm glad you decided to come back, Sasha.
Referee Sasha Brown : I am too, but Aiden, you have to know what you did to me was wrong. Some of the things you did to Jessi Colter? They where wrong. Heck, most of what you did was wrong in you're entire PWA career. Now, I've heard rumors that you're a changed man, I've heard that you've claimed that you aren't that man anymore. Well you can't have changed unless you do one thing. One thing that I don't think you have the balls to do. Look into my EYES, not my chest, my EYES and apologize.
Aiden Miles : I.......I....
The crowd are tuned right in at this point in time, half are egging Miles on, begging him to do it, while the other are anxiously waiting for Aiden Miles to choke, and to revert to his usual persona.
Franks : He can't do it, listen to him stutter!
Quadros : HAHA! He's been busted.....
Aiden Miles : I.....I...Can't we just hug instead? I'm no good at saying sorry.
Referee Sasha Brown : I'm afraid its sorry or nothing......
Aiden Miles : And If I don't?
Referee Sasha Brown : Well then its on your own conscious, and if you're really a changed man? If what you say is really true? Then it'll play on your mind and you'll only punish yourself.
Aiden Miles : I..............
I'M SORRY!
Franks : HE DID IT!
Quadros : What? I think thats the first time, that man has ever spoken those words and sounded like he meant it!
With that, Aiden Miles drops the microphone, quite clearly stunned at his own words. It looks as if he didn't even think he could do it. Sasha Brown herself is speechless, shocked beyond belief. Miles turns round to leave the ring, but Sasha grabs him by the arms and stops him from leaving.........
Franks : WHAT THE......SASHA BROWN JUST LOCKED LIPS WITH AIDEN MILES!
Quadros : And he's not pulling away either!
To the SHOCK of everyone in the building, Aiden Miles and Sasha Brown, who he had sexually harassed for months, are making out live on Violation in the middle of the ring! A true twist in the tale if ever there was one! They don't stop, and continue until a commercial break kicks in....with the crowd in absolute astonishment!
BMR Qualifier Match
Jiraiya Kaito vs. Jack Gaither
Written by: Andrew
Franks: All right, our next qualifying match features the former World Champion, Kaito, against the 40 Million dollar man, Jack Gaither.
Quadros: This is the classic cross-roads match-up between someone who represents the past in Kaito versus someone who represents the future in Jack Gaither! And this evening, Gaither is going to show kaito that the future is, indeed, inevitable!
(Black Sabbath's "Iron Man" plays as Jack Gaither and Samantha strut their way to the ring; the fans boo them and throw anything that isn't bolted down in the direction of the ramp. Jack makes his way to the ring and taunts the fans some more.)
Franks: Gaither isn't exactly the most popular competitor in the PWA, is he?
Quadros: Hey, he's got 40 Million reasons not to care about being popular with the fans! After all, he makes as much in one night as all of these idiots combined do in an entire year!
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: Well, Kaito's looking to regain his sense of focus that he seems to have lost in recent weeks, and judging from the look in Gaither's eyes, I think he wants to see if it's still there, or gone for good!
(Indeed, as Kaito basks in the crowd's adulation, Gaither springs off the ropes, looking to clock his opponent from behind. The Seiryu senses this atatck coming, and quickly whirls around, casuing jake to stop dead in his tracks and raise his palms while giving his opponent a shit-eating grin. Jiraiya gives Gaither an engmatic smile in return,...and then proceeds to step forward and nails him with a spinning back chop to the chest!)
Crowd: WHOOOOOO!!!!!!!
(Gaither cringes in pain, and Samantha lets out a surprised, anguished cry, but Kaito isn't finished as referee Steve Upshaw signals for the opening bell. The Okinawan unleashes a forearm to the chin that causes Jack to stumble back, followed by another knife-edged chop to the chest! WHOO! A second forearm follows, and Gaither finds himself backed into the ropes. Jiraiya attempts to press his advantage by whipping his opponent into the opposite set of strands, but Gaither uses the momentum to baseball slide under the bottom rope and out to the arena floor so that he can gain some respite from Kaito's early assault!)
Quadros: What a brilliant move by Gaither to buy some time for himself!
Franks: I somehow don't think that Jiriaya is in the mood to give him as much of a breather as he hoped for, though!
(As the Golden Eagle makes his way over to where Samantha stands in order to confer about strategy, Kaito springs off the ropes and propels himself OVER the top cable, into a Dropkick that catches Gaither square in the face, sending him tumbling over the top rope and into the crowd! Soraiga Kikku! HOLY SH*T!!!! Kaito quickly dusts himself off and begins to climb the guardrail in order to inflict more damage upon his stricken opponent, but Samantha Teague pulls him down, and then winds up with a bitch-slap that catches the Seiryu square across the cheek!)
*SMACK!*
(Kaito rubs his cheek and glares at Samantha before taking a single step toward her. Samantha goes very pale, but stands her ground and winds up for a second bitch-slap! This time, Kaito intercepts the blow, and catches Samantha by the wrist. The ex-model tries to wrench her arm free but Jiraiya keeps a vice-like grip on the wrist, and then gazes out into the crowd, as if to ask them if she should learn the maning of fear, honor, and respect! You damned right she should, if the crowd's cheers are any indication!)
Franks: Samantha Tegue has been making a nuisance of herself in recent weeks, and I think that she's about to pay a heavy price for her actions!
Quadros: Not if Gaither has anything to say about it!
(But, before that can happen, Gaither appears from out of the crowd and clocks the Seiryu from behind with a nasty running forearm to the back of the head! Samantha and Jack then start to double team the now-prone Kaito with a series of stomps, and then Gaither proceeds to take a television cable and wrap it around his opponent's neck, while Samantha adds insult to injury by spitting in Kaito's face!)
*UNHOLY HEEL POP!*
(Satsified that he's done enough damage, Jack unwraps the cable and then grabs Kaito by the hair and rolls him back into the ring, before sliding in under the bottom rope and applying the lateral press for the first cover of the match: 1...2...Kick Out! Keeping the pressure on, Gaither delivers a couple of stomps to his opponent's head as the latter attempts to rise, and then pulls him up to his feet and doubles him over with a hard toe kick to the gut. Jack applies a front facelock and the hoists his opponent upside down before taking him over with a textbook vertical suplex. Gaither then rolls over and applies another cover as a cocky smirk flickers across his face: 1....2....T-Kick Out Again! )
Franks: I'm not sure why Gaither looks so surrpised about the fact that Kaito kicked out! We've seen him take some harrowing beatings in the past and keep fighting, so a simple suplex wouldn't be enough to keep him down!
(Gaither's smile freezes, and then slowly dissolves as he stares down at his rival, and then he proceeds to drop down to his knees, and blantantly choke him with both hands: 1....2....3....4....Gaither releases the choke, only to re-apply it: 1....2.....3....4....And for a THIRD time: 1....2....3....4...Gaither caps this sequence with a hard stomp directly to his opponent's throat, and then breaks out into a wide smile as he stares down at Samantha, who is laughing gleefy at the sight of Kaito rolling around on the mat, gasping for breath as he clutches his throat!)
*ARENA SHATTERING HEEL POP!*
Franks: Well, Gaither and Samantha look terribly pleased with themselves, don't they?
Quadros: Hey, Jack's in complete control of this match! Why shouldn't he appear pleased about this!?
(After playing to the crowd for a couple of moments, Gaither hauls the Seiryu back to his feet, scoops him off the mat, and drives him down hard onto his back with a scoop slam. The Golden Eagle then races toward the ropes, and leaps onto the second stand, before springboarding off into a beautiful Quebrada Moonsault onto his prone rival! Another cover follows, this time with the hook of the leg: 1....2....THRE-NO! Shoulder up! Gaither gets in the face of Upshaw, telling him to learn how to count; Upshaw keeps his cool, holds up two fingers in response, and tells Jack to focus on the matter at hand, or risk being DQ'd. Gaither decides to take this advice, and hauls Kaito back to his feet once more, before lifting him up into a Fireman's Carry in preparation for his much feared Samoan Driver...)
Quadros: SAMBA SLAM! THIS IS IT!
Franks: NO! KAITO COUNTERS!
(Indeed, just as Gaither spins Kaito off of his shoulders to drive him head-first into the mat, the Seiryu uses the momentum of this to take his opponent down to the canvas with a Rana. More angered then hurt, the Golden Eagle springs back to his feet and charges at the Seiryu, looking to take his head off with a clothesline. NO! Kaito drops down, Martix style to avoid this attack, and then nips up to his feet and catches his opponent in the face with a flash kick just as he turns around!)
* AWESOME COUNTER POP!*
(Kaito lets out a loud battle cry as he watches Jack struggle back to his feet, holding his now bloody nose. The Seiryu then steps forward, and then begins to unload with a series of incresingly powerful shoot kicks to the calf and then the ribs, before finally leaping into the air with an Enzuigiri that catches his opponent flush in the back of the head! Gaither collapses onto his face as if shot, but Kaito isn't about to let him off that easily. Springing off the ropes, the Seiryu races forward and leaps into the air, driving both feet down into the back of his opponent's head with a burtal leaping double stomp. Kaito STILL isn't finished with the task of making his opponent pay for his assault; pulling him up to a seated position, Kaito races off the ropes and just demolishes Gaither with a seated dropkick to the face that leaves the Golden Eagle flat on his back, staring vacantly up at the lights. Kaito seems satisfied that he's done enough damage and drops down to apply the cover: 1.....2.....THRENO! Kick out!)
Franks: Wow! That series of kicks would have ened the evening of many of the wrestlers on that roster but Gaither found a way to kick out!
Quadros: Hey...there's a reason why they're paying him the big bucks!
(Kaito looks a bit surprised that his opponent was able to kick out after taking this barrage of kicks, but quickly regains his cool and pulls his opponent back to his feet by the arm. Kaito then doubles his opponent over with a mule kick to the gut, and then proceeds to apply a 3/4's facelock and backflip over his opponent into an Asai DDT! Another cover follows, this one with a hook of the leg: 1.....2......THREEEENO! Shoulder Up at 2.99999999999!!!!! Jiyraiya shakes his head in disbelief, but then signals to the crowd that the end is near as he hauls his opponent back to his feet, and lifts him up for the TADOME DA! The crowd begins to go absolutely ballistic, but before Jiraiya can spike his opponent on his head with the Beach Break to end the match, Gaither manages to rake his eyes, allowing him the opportunity to roll out of this attempt into a Sunset Flip pin fall attempt! Wait! Kaito shifts his weight in order to avoid being taken down, and then reaches down and...)
*SLAP!*
*MASSIVE HE HAD THAT COMING FACE POP!*
Franks: Listen to this crowd go ballsitc!
Quadros: I know! It's disgusting! There's no excuse for that type of behavior inside the ring!
(It seems that Samantha feels the same way because she immdiately hops onto the ring apron and starts shrieking at the top of her lungs that Kaito should be DQ'd! Upshaw makes his way over to where she stands and orders her off the apron, or risk being tossed out of the arena. Jiraiya doesn't pay attention to the scene that's playing out in front of him; instead, he simply hauls Gaither back to his feet, and prepares to whip him into the ropes. Wait! Reversed and...OH! OH MY! Gaither just pulled kaito into his grasp and lifted him up into a Flapjack, before dropping the Seiryu down directly into a Mule Kick that connects flush against the Okinawan's groin!)
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Franks: Any excuse for *that* behavior, Ray!?
Quadros: Hey, you gotta do what you gotta do!
(Samantha gives Upshaw a sweet smile as she hops of the apron,. but not before advising him that she should turn around. Upshaw stares at her in confusion, and then turns his attention back to the ring...just in time to see the Golden Eagle picking up his opponent, and then driving him down HARD to the mat with the SAMBA SLAM! COVER: 1.................................2...........................THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! WAIT! WAIT! IT WASN'T THREE! KAITO GETS A SHOULDER UP! KAITO'S STILL ALIVE!)
*INSANE NEAR FALL POP!!!*
(Gaither looks completely aghast, while Samantha's mouth drops open in disbelief about the fact that Kaito was able to kick out! gaither glares at Upshaw once again, and now her and Teague are both berating the official, claiming that the victory should be theirs! Upshaw stands his ground, and maintains that Jiraiya kicked out and that the match must continue. Realizing that he's not going to win this argument, Gaither turns his attention back to his opponent and hauls him back to his feet. Booting him in the gut, Jack then applies a standing headscissors, and then tries to lift his opponent up into a Piledriver! Wait! Blocked by Kaito, who lifts his opponent up onto his shoulders, and then spikes him down with the TOMDOME DA! Kaito flops onto his face after executing his finisher, and it takes a moment for him to roll over and drape an arm across his opponent's chest: 1.....................2..................THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENOOOO! WHAT THE HELL!? SAMANTHA JUST PUT JACK'S FOOT ON THE ROPES!!!!!!!)
*WE REALLY FUCKING HATE THIS BITCH POP!!!*
(Kaito glares at down at Samantha, who simply gives the Seiryu a smug smile in return. Kaito turns his attention back to Gaither, who is in the process of dragging him back to his feet, and then proceeds to whip him hard into the ropes before nailing him in the face with a Flying Dropsault. Springing to his feet, Kaito bounces off the other set of ropes into a Rolling Thunder Senton. Cover: 1.............2............THRENO! NO WAY! Shoulder Up Again! Kaito slams the mat in frustration but then manages to regain his cool as he pulls his opponent back up and then scoops him up before driving him down with his Dragon Buster Straight-Jacket Northern Lights Bomb! Cover!!!!!: 1..................2..............THREEEEEEARE YOU KIDDING!? ANOTHER KICK OUT!)
Franks: What a match! Both of these guys have been unloding on one another ever since the opening bell, but just can't seem to find a way to put one another away! I think it's going to take something special to win this match, and I also think that Kaito's aware of that at the moment!
(Kaito looks like he's had just enough of Gaither, and his eyes take on a predatory gleam as he shouts "JIENDO!" at the top of his lungs! As Gaither rises, the Seiryu springs off the ropes, looking to nail his vaunted finisher, only to have Samantha reach out and grab his leg to trip him up! Kaito springs to his feet and stares daggers at Gaither's manager, who immediately picks up a chair and screams for the Seiryu to come get some while calling him a "dirty little Nip!" Kaito's eyes go wide at the slur, and he looks to be contemplating going after Samantha, who continues to brandish the chair while calling the Seiryu every name in the book!)
Quadros: I can't believe that that Kaito is even thinking about the possibility of going after someone as sweet an innocent as Samantha Teague!
Franks: I can't believe that you just called her "sweet and innocent"!
Quadros: I just would hate to witness violence against women, is all!
Franks: Well, it looks like you're about to, whether you want it or not, because it looks like another member of RTO isn't too thrilled about Samantha's behavior in this match!
(Indeed, Samantha is so focused upon the task of goading Kaito to come after her that she's failed to notice that NATALIE SNOW has emerged from the crowd, and is now standing behind her with a seriously pissed off expression on her face! Grabbing Samantha by the arm, Miss Snow proceeds to sping her round, and then just destroys her with spinning back fist that's so powerful that it sends Gaither's manager tumbling head over heels to the mat! )
Crowd: Natalie! Natalie! Natalie! Natalie!
(Kaito watches with some amusement as Natalie assumes the mount and rains down a series of slaps and punches upon the stricken Miss Tegue; but, unfortunately, fails to notice that his opponent has recovered somewhat from the abuse that he's taken. The Seiryu pays for this lapse in concentration when Gaither rolls Kaito up from behind, and uses a handful of tights on the ensuiing cover: 1...........2.........kaito kicks out, but Gaither keeps a hold of the waistlock and then proceeds to lift him up into a Bridging German Suplex: 1...............2............... THREEEEEEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOOOOOO! ANOTHER KICKOUT!!!!!!!!)
Quadros: Two very close near falls from the Golden Eagle, and I think that he feels that he might be able to put Kaito away!
(Gaither looks furious about the fact this match is still going, and looks to end matters once and for all. Pulls Kaito up to his feet, gaither whips him hard into the corner, and then follows him in with a Flying Clothesline. The Golden Eagle then proceeds to lift his opponent up so that he's seated on the top rope and then climbs up to the second rope with the intention of taking him over with a Superplex! Wait! Kaito rocks his opponent's world with a stiff palm strike, and then cinches in a front facelock of his own, before flipping forward into an AVALANCHE JIENDO!!!! Cover: ONE............................TWO........................ THRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Ferdinand: Here is your winner....and advancing to the World Championship Title Match at Bad Moon Rising.......KAITO!!!!!!!!!!
(Kaito slowly climbs to his feet and then stares down at Natalie, who applauds and smiles happily as she stands over the prone form of Samantha. The Seiryu bows in her direction, and Natalie returns the gesture in kind before hopping back over the guard-rail and disappearing back into the crowd. Kaito then stands in ring center and soaks up the adulation of the crowd as the official checks on the condition of his opponent.)
Franks: Well, Kaito produces a great effort to overcome the efforts of both Jack Gaither and Samantha Teague to advance to the World Championship match at Bad Moon Rising. It just shows to go that money indeed, can't buy happiness..or title shots..in the PWA!
Quadros: Spoken by a man who makes very little money, and makes everyone around him unhappy! Oh well, maybe Gaither's money will help lend some prestige to the Premiere Title. It certainly couldn't hurt, that's for sure!
The Standard in Being Premiere?
Written by: Neil
Backstage, Commissioner Butcher is seen leaving Dr. Sanjay Houshmandzadeh’s office with a slightly disgusted look over his face. In the background you can see Brad Kane seated on a bench with an ice pack on his head in pain as the busty Nurse Cummings tries to rub him down comfortably. As the Commissioner tries to make his way back to his office, Miranda Buck shows up with her microphone.
Miranda: Commissioner, I just received word that Brad Kane received a concussion tonight during his match with Tom Fury. Any word on his condition?
Commissioner Butcher: Do you have the room bugged or something, Ms. Buck? I just found out myself. Unfortunately, it is true, he does have a concussion and will be unable to participate next week in the Premiere Championship match.
Miranda: So what does that mean?
Commissioner Butcher: It means we have a space to fill in that match. I planned on 8 wrestlers to rebuild the titles around and damn it, I’m going to have 8 even if I need to scrape the bottom of the barrel.
Miranda: Who do you have in mind as a replacement?
Commissioner Butcher: The past few weeks a certain somebody has proven to me that they are serious about working for this company, Miranda. With a change in attitude and focus, I suppose miracles can happen. I never expected in a million years that I would be saying this but…
Miranda: But?
Commissioner Butcher: The new and improved Aiden Miles will be replacing Brad Kane in the Premiere Championship match. He has warranted this opportunity with his work this past month. Let’s see if his new attitude pays off or if he’ll fall flat on his face as usual. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a match-up to go watch.
The Commissioner walks away as Miranda Buck is left standing there looking into the camera.
Miranda: Well, there we have it. Aiden Miles will be replacing Brad Kane in the Premiere Championship match at Bad Moon Rising. Back to you, Carl!
Franks: Wow, what breaking news there, Ray! One man goes down and another takes his place! Good for Aiden Miles!
Quadros: Are you kidding me? He doesn’t even qualify! He’s not even a premiere wrestler anymore! He’s going to stink up the place and quit again. You’ll see! He always does at the big events!
BMR Qualifier Match
Captain Howdy vs. Jason Sandman
Written by: Neil
The lights dim, as "Captain Howdy" begins to play. He walks out from the back, flanked by two figures in hooded, lime-green robes. These two figures move away from him as he walks down the ramp, taking positions on each side of the top of the ramp, heads bowed, and hands in their sleeves. The big screen behind them shows various snippets of the Captain's PWA career, as he makes his way to the ring, acknowledging those who bow to him, and inviting them to join his cult. He ignores any others, as he steps into the ring and moves to the far side, handing off his jacket and walking stick to the attendant. He then moves to the corner, and watches the ramp, waiting for his opponent to enter.
Then “Live Your Way” comes on speakers and as it begins Deal With It Bitch Productions Presents logo come on the Teletron. When the opening words are heard the name of Jason Sandman shows up on the teletron. Jason Sandman comes out of the entranceway and as he raises his singapore cane and a steel chair wrapped in barbwire in the air. 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: What do you expect here, Ray?
Quadros: A tough tussle between these two men. They have no problems beating up their opponents just for the fun of it.
Referee Andy Sheppard quickly grabs the chair and cane and slides them out of the ring before they can become of any use to Sandman. Jason Sandman isn’t too happy his weapons were taken away just like that. Sandman leans between the ropes, yelling at a PWA crewman to give him back his stuff. The worker refuses.
Referee Sheppard signals to the outside and the bell is rung. Before Jason Sandman can turn around, Captain Howdy clubs him across the back! As Sandman falls to one knee, Howdy pounds him on more time into the canvass. Now with Sandman on all fours, Howdy puts a stiff kick into the midsection that causes Sandman to roll over onto his side.
Franks: Quick start here by Captain Howdy while Sandman was distracted.
Quadros: I can’t blame him really. The man brought weapons out here so you know what Sandman’s intentions are.
Captain Howdy lays in some more stomps as Jason Sandman huddles into a fetal position to absorb the blows. Howdy reaches down to pick up the former World Heavyweight Champion but Sandman catches him with an elbow to the midsection. Sandman regains his feet and whips the Captain to the ropes. Howdy attempts a clothesline on the rebound but Sandman ducks underneath and drops his partner with an old fashion neck breaker. Sandman doesn’t seem to be too pleased with the way things started to he retaliates with a series of stomps to Howdy’s neck!
Franks: Jason Sandman is returning the favor here.
Sandman runs towards the ropes and comes off with a solid stomp to the face of a partially risen Howdy! As Captain Howdy clutches his face, Sandman pulls him up off the mat by his tights and looks for a German suplex. Howdy blocks it though and breaks free with an elbow to the midsection. As Sandman doubles over, Howdy whips him over his shoulder with a snapmare. Howdy applies a half nelson choke hold to begin to wear down Jason Sandman as the crowd starts cheering a little louder.
After a few moments of taking the wind out of Sandman, Howdy releases the submission and kicks away at his opponent. Sandman however catches one of the boots and yanks Howdy to the mat with a spearing tackle! Jason Sandman then begins to unload some shots to the face of Captain Howdy! Sandman gets off of Howdy and looks all pumped up as Howdy looks stunned from the quick reversal of offense! Howdy shakes off the shots though and gets to his feet. Sandman with an Irish whip. Howdy runs straight into a sidewalk slam! No cover!
Franks: Jason Sandman didn’t bother for a cover there, Ray. Any reason why?
Quadros: Too early and I am sure he wants to beat up Howdy more than try to win quickly.
Sandman grabs Howdy by the hair to pull him up but the Captain nails Sandman with a kick to the midsection on the way up. Captain Howdy with a belly-to-belly suplex! Howdy once again goes back on the submission path as he applies the Pendulum submission. Sandman yells out loud as Howdy leans back to put some elbow smashes to the ribs in this abdominal stretch. Howdy holds Sandman there for a minute or two before releasing the hold and then following up with a double knee drop to the ribcage. Howdy pulls Sandman off the canvass and whips him hard into a corner with authority!
Franks: What a collision! Jason Sandman’ back slammed hard into that corner!
Quadros: Captain Howdy used all of his power right there with one more attack to the ribs.
Howdy was getting a little cocky though as he ran towards Sandman with a full head of steam. Sandman quickly ducks out of the way and Howdy smashed hard into the corner with his chest! The slightly stunned Howdy backs into a release German suplex by Jason Sandman! Sandman pops back up holding his ribcage for a moment but keeps on pressing. He grabs Howdy by the head and hits a vertical suplex! Once again Sandman pops up holding his ribs but this time he runs towards the ropes and comes off with a running head butt onto the downed Captain! Cover by Sandman! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT!!
Sandman applies a blatant choke to Howdy now as he’s taking one out of the Captain’s book. Referee Sheppard starts the count! 1! 2! 3! 4! Sandman backs off! Another choke is applied! 1! 2! 3! 4! Again Sandman backs off just in time. Sheppard starts warning Sandman of a disqualification. Sandman does not agree with this at all and tries to intimidate the much smaller referee. Sandman returns to the Captain but Howdy took the extra time to get to his feet. Double fisted blow to the midsection doubles Sandman over! Irish whip by Howdy! Sandman grabs onto the ropes though to stop his momentum! Howdy runs at him and attempts a clothesline out of the ring! NO! Sandman ducks out of the way and pitches Howdy over the ropes and to the floor below!
Franks: Sandman used all of Howdy’s momentum there to send him over the top rope!
Quadros: Who knew the idiot could be so smart?
Sandman rolls out of the ring favoring his ribs again. As he steps to the outside, but Captain Howdy catches him and rams him back first into the ring apron! Howdy rams him hard into the unforgiving ring again! One more time and Sandman goes down holding his sides in a lot of pain! Howdy remains relentless though as he pulls Sandman to his feet and whips him into the steel steps! Before the commentator’s can even say another word, they get out of their chairs quickly and head for safety as Captain Howdy brings Sandman over to the announcers’ table. He attempts to rams Sandman head into the table but Sandman reverses the momentum and slams Howdy face first into the table!
Franks: Howdy’s face bounced hard off of our table, Ray!
Quadros: I should have known they were coming over here, Carl! I’m like a magnet for these situations!
Sandman whips Howdy into a barrier and now Howdy is holding his spine! Jason Sandman with a jumping forearm shiver that sends Howdy over the barrier and into the crowd! As the fans scatter, Sandman hops the barrier and connects with a kick to Howdy’s stomach! The crowd is cheering loudly as Hammerfist Security tries to contain the situation! Sandman pulls Howdy up and snap suplexes him into some vacant chairs! As Captain Howdy lays in the mess of steel, Jason Sandman stalks as he feels he has the upper hand. As he approaches Howdy’s laid out body, Howdy violently throws one of the chairs that connects with a loud CRACK and drops Sandman instantly!
Franks: Good Lord! Captain Howdy tossed that chair at Sandman without even a second thought!
Quadros: Don’t disqualify him, Sheppard!
Referee Andy Sheppard has no idea what to do as he urges both hostile men to get back into the ring! Neither listen as Howdy gets to his feet and Sandman is slumped on the floor, clearly dazed. Howdy pulls Sandman up by the hair and pulls him up a few more sections into the crowd as Sheppard continues yelling to get back in the ring! He whips Sandman into a concrete wall as nearby fans cheer the action on and try to get in the camera view. Howdy continues to remain relentless as he nails Sandman with a series of punches that drops him to the floor again. Howdy pushes an old lady out of her seat and takes the chair. He holds it above his head, ready to scramble Sandman’s brains! Out of pure desperation, Jason Sandman saves himself with a sniff punch to Howdy’s groin! Captain Howdy grabs himself and drops the chair to the floor!
Franks: Referee Sheppard has lost complete control of this match!
Quadros: I’m surprised he had enough control as it was, Carl. These two are looking to deal out punishment anyway they can. Even going outside the boundaries of the rule book.
Sandman shakes off his pain and whips Howdy back first into a steel aisle railing that has no give. The crowd continues to cheer on the action as Sandman takes Howdy by the head and leads him down the aisle and back towards the entrance ramp. They both end up on the entrance ramp and Howdy gets some separation with a shoulder block to the midsection. The two men are now trading blows once again on the entrance ramp like this is a bar fight! Howdy with a right! Sandman with a left! Howdy with another right! Sandman with another left! Howdy grabs Sandman by the head and unleashes a sick DDT on the entrance ramp!
Franks: Jason Sandman has been laid out!
Howdy pulls Sandman off the entrance ramp and begins to drag him down to the ring again. He slides Sandman into the ring and then gets in himself. Howdy pulls Sandman up and plasters him with a full nelson slam! Cover by Captain Howdy! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!! Howdy runs towards the ropes and comes off with a knee to the side of the rising Sandman’s face! Sandman stumbles to his side but doesn’t fall down! Howdy once again runs towards the ropes to come off with a knee to the face but this time Sandman turns Howdy inside out with a lunging clothesline!
Both men are down now after all of this back and forth action! Referee Sheppard starts counting as he can finally have a sigh of relief that he doesn’t have to disqualify someone. 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! Sandman starts to get to a knee. 7! Now Howdy is getting to a knee! 8! Both men are up! Oh! Stiff punch to the face by Jason Sandman rocks Captain Howdy back! Oh! A sick eye gouge there by Captain Howdy blinds Sandman momentarily in retaliation! Howdy goes around the back….twisting back breaker across the knee by Howdy! Cover by the Captain! 1!…2!…THREE…KICK OUT!!
Franks: Captain Howdy got all of that one and Sandman still kicked out, Ray.
Quadros: Sandman sure has taken a lot of blows to the spine and ribs in this match.
Captain Howdy applies a deep stomach claw on the mat, drawing a painful squirm from Jason Sandman! Referee Sheppard asks if Sandman wants to give up! NO! Howdy shifts himself some and places a knee across Sandman’s throat as he continues to hold on with the stomach claw! Again Sheppard asks if he taps! NO! Captain Howdy twists and turns, trying to make the stomach claw as deep as he can! One more time Sheppard asks Sandman…NO! But as Sandman says it, blood starts coming out of his mouth!
Franks: Jason Sandman is spitting up some blood here, Ray! This can’t be good for the former World Heavyweight Champion!
Quadros: He might have some internal bleeding, Carl. Captain Howdy is continuing to target the midsection of Sandman.
Howdy sees the blood coming out of Sandman’s mouth and releases the stomach claw. He drops a double knee to the face and hooks the leg! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT! Howdy grabs Sandman by the hair and puts him in position for a dragon suplex…blocked by Sandman! Elbow to the face by Sandman but he stops his momentum there as he coughs up some blood! Now Captain Howdy applies a standing stomach claw that draws the ire of Jason Sandman! With blood dripping down from his mouth, Sandman blasts Howdy in the face with a series of shots!
Franks: Jason Sandman is still fighting with what could be internal bleeding, Ray!
Quadros: I think I’m going to be sick, Carl.
Jason Sandman breaks himself free from the stomach claw but looks to be losing control of his body with the blood running down his mouth. He whips Howdy to the ropes but clearly doesn’t get all of it. Howdy returns and ducks the wild and dizzy clothesline by Sandman! Captain Howdy grabs Sandman and puts him up on his shoulders…..stomach breaker!! Jason Sandman’s body bounces hard off of Howdy’s knee as more blood falls to the canvass! Howdy hooks the leg as Sandman is grabbing his midsection! 1!…2!…THREE!! Ding! Ding! Ding!
Franks: Captain Howdy wins this match, Ray, but there has to be some concern for Jason Sandman after all the shots he took to the ribs and stomach.
Quadros: He might be busted up inside, Carl. Captain Howdy had a good game plan and now he’s going to wrestle for the World Heavyweight Championship at Bad Moon Rising.
Captain Howdy looks down at the bloody face of Jason Sandman as his theme song is playing. With a sick smile forming across his face, the Captain leaves the ring with his hands raised in the air after being victorious. On his way up the entrance ramp, he looks back at the damage he did in the ring.
But then again just like last week, Jason Sandman sits up with blood running down his mouth. He shoots a look back to Captain Howdy, who looks to be slightly impressed his opponent is even able to move.
Forget the Titles! I Want You!
Written by: Neil
Following the match-up, a very aggravated Jason Sandman rolls out of the ring with blood coming down his mouth and pushes the heavyweight Freddy Ferdinand to the ground! Sandman snatches a microphone and heads back to the ring.
Sandman: Butcher! Enough of your bullshit! I am sick and fucking tired of you hiding behind your desk! Get your ass out here and face me like a man!
With that said, “Nutshell” by Alice in Chains begins to play and out steps the Commissioner. With a microphone in his hand, he stops short on the entrance ramp.
Commissioner Butcher: Sandman…now what’s your problem?
Sandman: You! I just had a match and lost a shot at the World Title but I don’t give a shit! The only thing that I want is you down in this ring to finish what we started!
Commissioner Butcher: And if I refuse?
Sandman: Bitches will start to fall in the name of James Cortez.
Jason Sandman grabs Referee Andy Sheppard by the neck and looks ready to make a statement.
Commissioner Butcher: Wait! There’s no need to include anybody else in our business, Sandman. If you want me, name the time and place and I’ll be there….except tonight.
Jason Sandman: Bring your ass to Bad Moon Rising and don't bother wearing your suit. If you don't show up I promise you that the bodies will be stacked to the sky.
Commissioner Butcher: Fine. I’ll see you at Bad Moon Rising, Sandman. That night you will get the attention you deserve.
Bearer of Bad News
Written by: Andrew
(Terminus sits in the corner of the RTO locker room, going about the business of taping his hands in preparation for his upcoming encounter against Nighthawk, while Natalie sits behind him and massages some of the tension out of his shoulders.)
Natalie: You're tense, my love.
Terminus: It's an important match, my dear. I need to win this match this evening in order to come one step closer to regaining the PWA World Heavyweight Championship. And, more importantly, I need to win this match in order to come one step closer to finding out the truth about who set off the explosive charges that caused the cage to collapse around me at Point of No Return.
Natalie: I know, Evan...but there's something else that's bothering you, right now, isn't there?
(The New Age Punisher remains silent for a few moments, and then slowly shakes his head.)
Terminus: You remember Beth Richmond?
Natalie: The owner of Belmont's? Of course.
Terminus: Well, I just received a note from her while you were going about the business of aiding Kaito in his match...
Natalie: What did the note say? It certainly couldn't have been anything too terrible, given how nice she was toward us when we ate at her restaurant.
Terminus: No...It was a very nice note, all things considered. She wished me luck, and actually said that she was kind of rooting for me, and I believe that she was sincere when she wrote that.
Natalie: Well, then...why do you seem so bothered by this, my love?
Terminus (taking a deep breath): Because the note went on to say that her son is in the employ of the Premiere Wrestling Alliance as a member of the road crew. And she asked me to look out for the kid when we were on the road...
Natalie: Really? What's his son's name?
Terminus: Mike Marsh...
Natalie: Mike Marsh...Mike Marsh...I think I know who that is...Young guy, kind of stocky, doesn't speak that much because he seems to have a stuttering problem?
Terminus: That;s the one...
Natalie: But he seems like such a nice guy. Why shouldn't we look for a kid who always seems to have a smile on his face, and who never seems to have a problem with doing what's asked of him?
Terminus: We shouldn't....it's just...just...I remember overhearing some of the roadies talking about what Mike did before he was employed here...
Natalie: Which was...?
Terminus: He did a hitch in the Army...
Natalie: Evan...LOTS of people spend time in the military....
Terminus: But do they all specialize in the area of munitions?
(Natalie's mouth drops open, and the only thing that she can utter is one single word.)
Natalie: Oh...
Terminus: And that's why I'm feeling a bit more tense than usual at the moment?
Natalie: But surely you don't think that Mike would have had anything to do with what happened to you at Point of No Return, do you?
Terminus: I don't know...But I'm going to have to find out. The thing is, natalie...what if Mike WAS responsible for what happened? What if he WAS the one to set those charges?
I...I really like Beth, natalie. I think that we could be really good friends with her. So...how do I tell a really good friend that her son might possibly have made an attempt to end my life?
How do I give her the bad news?
(Terminus and Natalie remain downcast for a moment, and then Natalie breaks out into a sympathetic smile and takes her lover's hand.)
Natalie: Evan, I think you'll do it the same way that you'll break the bad news to Tristan that you will NOT be denied in your quest to regain the World heavyweight Championship, and in your quest to find out the truth of who was responsible for the explosion at Point of No Return.
You'll look them directly in the eye, let them know the God's honest truth, and trust that they'll be strong enough to deal with the consequences of this information.
(Terminus remains silent for a moment, and then smiles slightly through his mask.)
Terminus: I sometimes forget just how incredible you really are, my dear.
Natalie: (smiling) It gives me great joy to remind you of that fact every now and then, Evan. It really does.
(Natalie stares up at the clock. and then turns her attention back to her lover.)
Natalie: Well, it's just about time to go out there. Are you prepared to be the bearer of bad news, Evan?
Terminus: Yes, Natalie. Yes I am. Better me, than someone else, right?
(With those words, the New Age Punisher makes heads toward the door, with his lover trailing behind him slightly. Natalie stops momentarily to utter one final comment under her breath.)
Natalie: Indeed, my love. Better you than ANYONE else,
BMR Qualifier Match
Nighthawk vs. Terminus
Written by: Okori & Brian (commentary)
Ring Announcer Freddy Ferdinand: “This next contest is a Bad Moon Rising qualifying match and has no time limit with a 20-count outside the ring. The referee for this contest is Mickey Vann.”
(As "I Wear My Skin" starts to play over the sound system, the lights go dim, and the crowd rises to their 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: This match is giong to be one of the best this year. I just know it!
Quadros: Well no duh! Why don't you pick the lottery numbers and then I will be shocked.
(As Terminus crouches in his corner, wiggling his fingertips as he does some last-minute work on his strategy, the house lights in the arena suddenly fade all the way to black and are quickly replaced by blue and white laser lights which draws an appreciative roar from the sold-out crowd. As the laser lights flash in time the roar grows ever louder as the familiar opening strains of ""Holding Out For A Hero (Sweet Home Chicago Intro)" by Emery booms out over the sound speakers as Nighthawk stands at the top of the ramp, his profile silhouetted by blue smoke and his wife Sin at 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, 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, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada and weighing in tonight at 190 pounds…. He is the longest-reigning PWA World Heavyweight Champion in the history of PWA. Representing Gundan RTO…. “The New Age Punisher” Terminus.”
(As Terminus steps out of his corner, running his thumb across his throat, the crowd tosses in red, black, and white streamers and chants “Let’s go Terminus” as Natalie squeals in approval on the floor.)
Franks: 'Hawk is on a mission tonight. He is going to prove why they call him 'The Wrestling Machine'.
Quadros: Can people just give themselves nicknames? I shall be known from here on as 'The Play by Play Machine'!
Freddy Ferdinand: “And his opponent, in the corner to my right, from the fighting city of Chicago, Illinois and weighing in tonight at 185 pounds… He is a former World Light Heavyweight Champion…. “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk!”
(As Nighthawk gets out of his corner, raising one finger above his head, the crowd does the exact same thing for Nighthawk as they toss in buckets of blue-and-white streamers, chanting “We Love Nighthawk” as the crowd hits a fever pitch.)
(Stepping forward into the center of the ring from both sides Nighthawk and Terminus shake hands like long-lost brothers before immediately locking up with each other in a classic knucklelock, each man trying to pull the other into a position of disadvantage. Dropping down to his back, making sure to keep his arms up and the flats of his shoulders off of the mat, the Halifax native lifts one leg up off the mat and uses it as a lever to try and trip the Chicago native down to the mat while utilizing his other ankle to try and loosen his opponent’s left knee making the trip attempt a little easier. Blocking that the former World Light Heavyweight Champion steps on Terminus’s feet and pulls him back up while still holding on to the knucklelock, quickly turning him over into a standing surfboard which Terminus counters by turning his body over and applying a standing surfboard again, quickly turning that over into a backslide that gets a 2-count.)
Franks: Nighthawk better do better than that against Terminus. He can steal the victory out of no where.
Quadros: Wow. They teach you that in radio school? Just shut up and let me do the match. You are going to ruin it.
(Getting slowly to his feet, bouncing backwards as this particular gambit has appeared to startle him for a moment Nighthawk tries a collar-and-elbow tie-up which Terminus counters out of into a standing neck vice, grinning through the mouthguard in his mask as the crowd stunningly boos a little bit at how Nighthawk is currently at a disadvantageous position. Hooking in the standing neck vice tighter as Natalie screams at the crowd to shut up the “New Age Punisher” smoothly transitions into a standing octopus stretch out of the neck vice, leaving an utterly confused “Wrestling Machine” with no choice but to shake his finger now when the referee comes over to check in on him and see if he wants to submit. Slowly slumping down to a knee, Terminus having placed his ankle bone directly alongside Nighthawk’s neck to both impede his ability to turn away from the hold and serving as a loosely applied variation of a choke, Nighthawk tries to figure out a way to get out of this, eventually getting to the ropes slowly as his head and face gets ever redder.)
Quadros: Nighthawk is starting to get pissed and that is exactly what needs to happen. He can't be all goody goody and expect to win.
(Kneeling down, his torso heaving with breath as he again tries to figure out a way out of this situation, Nighthawk bangs his fist on the mat and goes back for a collar-and-elbow tie-up, this time going right back to the knucklelock. As Nighthawk and Terminus jockey back and forth for position in the hold the crowd suddenly comes alive and begins to chant “Let’s go Nighthawk” almost entirely in masse, which Natalie literally loses her mind at on the outside of the ring while Terminus’s forearms tense just a little bit as he holds onto the knucklelock, the Chicago native using this momentary opening to float up the body of the former World Heavyweight Champion and lock in a sleeperhold. Bending his knees the Halifax native counters out of the sleeperhold into one of his own, grapevining his legs around the torso of the former World Light Heavyweight Champion and moving back towards the ropes where the referee forces a break. But as the referee moves in to separate the two of them Terminus holds on for a second longer than he would normally, trying to see if he can pick off a weakness.)
Franks: Terminus is looking good here tonight, but you can never count out Nighthawk.
(As the air of tension gets thicker and thicker in the Hinkle Fieldhouse, every member of the crowd moving onto the edge of their seats as they expect a war to break out at any moment, Terminus and Nighthawk go to a collar-and-elbow tie-up, the Chicago native coming out of it with a standing arm lever and transitioning himself over once he hooks that into a standing wristlock, his head a good distance away from the grip of the Halifax native to make sure that he can’t get a good grip to reverse it. Working on trying to find a way out of it the former World Heavyweight Champion bridges to the outside and reverses it to a head and arm clinch, pushing the head down as he locks his fingers down back around the neck of the former World Light Heavyweight Champion looking to sap his energy and keep the “Wrestling Machine” distracted from going after the arm as he more than likely wants to do.)
Franks: A win here would push Nighthawk to new heights but Terminus needs this as much as the other.
Quadros: Two famed ex champions trying to regain the glory they once held, and they are going to do it at all costs. We know what Terminus can do if he is backed in the corner, and we might see a new side of Nighthawk here tonight.
(Shaking his finger for the crowd to wait as he tries to escape this Nighthawk slowly does a deep knee bend to escape the clinch, only for Terminus to catch him in a standing neck crank as he tries to keep Nighthawk off guard by employing as much purely technical skill as he possibly can. Reversing his way out of the neck crank the Chicago native slaps on a standing surfboard which he tries his best to take down into a Rito Romero Special, eventually giving up on this as the Halifax native bridges to the mat and rolls back up every time that the Chicago native tries to hook in the back heel trip. Quickly countering the “New Age Punisher” counters the standing surfboard with a mule kick to the chest, sending the “Wrestling Machine” into the ropes where Terminus follows him and whips him into the ropes hitting a leapfrog, and then ducking down over an onrushing Nighthawk before smacking him right in the mouth with a textbook dropkick.)
(But as Terminus advances towards Nighthawk the former World Light Heavyweight Champion somehow hits a nip-up satellite headscissors right into a standing triangle choke. Locking his legs around the upper body of the “New Age Punisher” as tight as he possibly can Nighthawk cinches in the triangle choke deep, this time forcing Terminus to shake his finger no when the referee comes over to him asking him whether or not he wants to submit. Trying to figure a way out of this hold the Halifax native walks, albeit more than a bit unsteadily, out to the center of the ring away from the ropes before trying to drop himself down into a sit-down powerbomb which Nighthawk rolls through into a folding press which gets a 1-count, both men firing dropkicks at each other at pretty much the exact same time. Getting back to their feet carefully, stretching out their wrists as everything that they have tried so far has been stalemated up to this point, the crowd chants “You’re going to get your fucking head kicked in!” at both participants although neither the “Wrestling Machine” nor the “New Age Punisher” appear to recognize the existence of the chants.)
Franks: This crowd is getting crazy over this match. Neither of these men care though, they know what they have to do to win this match.
(Having decided to go back into battle Nighthawk gets back up to his feet, Terminus just a split-second behind him, and they both circle each other for a moment now openly trying to figure out what the next step in their game plans will be, having been at a standoff for pretty much the majority of this match, before the Chicago native shoots in and tries to go for a double-leg takedown which the Halifax native blocks with a standing headscissors, quickly taking it down and making sure to turn to the side and reverse the hold to prevent the former World Light Heavyweight Champion from countering out of the hold. Posting his elbows down across the shoulders the “New Age Punisher” reaches in to the headscissors and traps the left arm of the “Wrestling Machine” in the headscissors, turning the headscissors into a modified triangle choke as the crowd gasps in awe at the skill of the maneuver that has been applied.)
Franks: This could be it!! Could we see a tap out?!
Quadros: I hate to agree with you, but Nighthawk might not be able to get out of this one.
(Desperately trying to free himself from this hold Nighthawk tries to figure out a way out, first working on removing his arm from the vice which he does by simply shaking his fingers for a long enough time that his hand eventually slips all the way out of the hold. working now on escaping the headscissors the Chicago native cannot seem to find the key to somehow escaping this hold, eventually giving up the ghost altogether and simply applying a headscissors of his own to force the Halifax native to break the headscissors which he does. As both men get back to their feet, holding their necks as the effects of the headscissors that they had on each other are now begin to show, the former World Light Heavyweight Champion hits a deep armdrag and then a wraparound armdrag which sends the former World Heavyweight Champion to the outside. Trying to follow him out the “Wrestling Machine” goes for a bullet tope suicida, but the “New Age Punisher” counters him with a high knee that sends his opponent slumping through the ropes to the floor.)
(As Nighthawk gets to his feet, more than a little woozy from the knee to the face he just took, Terminus follows him out with a tope suicida of his own, driving the back and head of Nighthawk into the security railing before following that up with an Arabian Press from the top rope to the floor. Dragging him into the ring Terminus hits a slingshot corkscrew splash that gets a 2-count, and follows it up with a springboard split-legged moonsault. But as the Halifax native comes off of the ropes with a split-legged moonsault the Chicago native blocks the hold with a pair of knees to the abdomen, somehow applying the textbook bridging arm triangle choke that he calls the Irish Cross as a counter as Natalie literally goes into shock at ringside. Bridging as far up as he can in this hold the former World Light Heavyweight Champion is nonetheless forced to break the hold when the “New Age Punisher” somehow manages to reach the ropes. But as the “Wrestling Machine” gets to his feet he is plastered with a booming lariat to the chest by Terminus, giving the former World Heavyweight Champion the opening that he needs to climb carefully up to the second rope and hit a second-rope rounding moonsault.)
Franks: Terminus is just so quick, but I'm not sure that 'Hawk is out just yet.
Quadros: Terminus is a former Heavyweight champ for a reason, and he is showing it right now.
(Sliding underneath the bottom rope Terminus waits for Nighthawk to get to his feet and then plasters him with a springboard dropkick to the back of the head, pulling him up to his feet and tossing him into the corner almost as soon as he hits the maneuver and hitting a springboard into a back elbow into the temple. Blistering him with a onslaught of bombshell forearms that echo with a sickeningly dull thud throughout the arena the Halifax native uses the opening to hit a powerbomb for a 2-count, which he rolls through into a double grapevine full-nelson STF, pulling in the hold as tight as he can. Screaming out in agony as he tries to figure the quickest way out of the hold with his entire body more or less tied up in the STF, the Chicago native struggles to catch a breath as he again desperately shakes his head no when the referee asks him if he is about ready to submit. Pushing forward on his forearms the former World Light Heavyweight Champion finally gets to the ropes, forcing the break of the hold as Mickey Vann steps in to try and separate the two of them.)
Franks: Nighthawk is showing so much determination right now, and I am not sure Terminus knows how to stop him.
Quadros: I will give you that. 'Hawk is doing perhaps the best I have seen in recent history. This will be the match that breaks him through the glass ceiling if he can win.
(Busting out the heavy artillery now, perhaps having made the decision that he wants to get rid of his opponent as quick as he can, the “New Age Punisher” hits a standing moonsault followed by a bottom rope moonsault 2nd rope moonsault and then a top rope moonsault, covering after the top-rope moonsault and getting a 2-count. pulling the “Wrestling Machine” up slowly to his feet, smirking as he measures him for a STO, Terminus is nonetheless shocked when Nighthawk steps out of the way at the last minute and counters with a booming palm strike that lands right on top of the head but which Terminus simply blocks out the effects of the shot for a moment, long enough to hit a standing dropkick before both men fall to the canvas as the crowd gasps in appreciation.)
Franks: The crowd is loving this. How can you not with two athletes such as this giving it their all.
(As referee Mickey Vann slowly starts his count on both Nighthawk and Terminus who by this moment have both not risen to their feet the crowd in Indianapolis, perhaps not knowing what else to chant, lets loose with an en-masse chant of “We Want More.” But as referee Mickey Vann gets to the count of 8 Nighthawk nips up with a war cry and tries to pick up Terminus, who quickly rolls him through into a textbook inside cradle that gets a 2-count as all of the air appears to have been sucked out of the arena. Rising to their feet slowly Nighthawk and Terminus get to their knees right next to each other and immediately bombing each other with massive forearms and slaps to the face, neither man willing to surrender an inch to each other as the arena begins to pick sides for their favorite wrestlers until both men land a forearm massive enough that they drop back down to the mat again. As they both get to their feet at the same time, each continuing to trade forearms and slaps to the face, the crowd’s chanting for either the “Wrestling Machine” or the “New Age Punisher” grows ever louder from each side until it appears that it might very well end up shaking the very foundations of the arena.)
Quadros: There you go. Beat each other til you are bloody. The crowd doesn't care about wristlocks and submissions!
(But as both men continue to trade forearms and slaps to the face Nighthawk finally puts an end to this by ducking one of the forearm strikes and hitting a snap hurricanrana, using the opening to climb up quite slowly to the second rope where he hits a spinning twisting tornado DDT on the Halifax native and covers for a 2-count. Getting to his feet the Chicago native tries to go for the hammerlock lariat that he calls the Vacuum Twist only to have the former World Heavyweight Champion counter out of that into a Complete Shot that gets a 2-count. Holding on out of the complete shot he tries to roll through into the Koji Clutch which the former World Light Heavyweight Champion counters by rolling through back to his feet and hitting a basement dropkick to the forehead, using this opening to try and go for the Arms Across America submission hold which the “New Age Punisher” blocks by bridging all the way out of the hold and hitting a soccer kick to the skull, following that up by pulling the “Wrestling Machine” up to his feet and hitting a Yoshi Tonic that gets a 2-count.)
Franks: Terminus just can't be stopped. It is like he is above human standards right now. But The Wrestling Machine is looking damn good too. This is a pay per view caliber match and we are getting it for free.
Quadros: Thats right. They should have held this off and gotten a great pay day off of this.
(As both Terminus and Nighthawk get back to their feet, again as the crowd erupts in cheers for their chosen combatant, the Chicago native somehow finds just enough energy to land another palm strike to the face, only to be shocked when his opponent stands there unblinking and screaming to be hit harder than that forcing him to let go with a rapid-fire flurry of palm strikes and then a pair of step-up enzuigiris to the back of the head. Using the split second advantage that this flurry gave him the Chicago native again goes up to the top rope only to be caught as he comes off right into an Ace Crusher. Removing his elbow-pad the Halifax native pulls the former World Light Heavyweight Champion up to his feet and goes for another lariat which Nighthawk counters into a La Majistral Cradle that gets a 2-count, which Terminus reverses into one of his own that gets another 2-count. As they both get back to their feet both the “New Age Punisher” and the “Wrestling Machine” land stereo headbutts to each other, causing them to both fall down face-first to the outside, right in front of their significant others who try to get their respective man back into the battle eventually sending them back into the ring at the count of 19.)
Franks: Oh my gawd. These guys are beating the hell out of each other and I don't know how much more they can take tonight.
(As Terminus and Nighthawk both slowly climb back into the ring, on unsteady legs, the crowd erupts in appreciation again chanting “We Want More.” Whipping Nighthawk into the ropes Terminus goes for another standing dropkick only to be forced to land on his feet when the Chicago native manages to hold onto the ropes. Chasing after him the former World Heavyweight Champion is backdropped over the top rope and into the first row of fans. Blinking his eyes the former World Light Heavyweight Champion springboards up to the top strand of ring rope and waits for the Gundan RTO leader to get to his feet before soaring out to meet him with a somersault tope con hilo suicida, both men careening into a small stack of chairs. Gripping a guardrail as he tries desperately to somehow get to his feet the “Wrestling Machine” slides into the ring, the “New Age Punisher” one step behind him.)
Franks: Nighthawk is seeing the win and just has to follow up everyhting he has done thus far.
Quadros: This match can go either way and right now, i couldn't pick a winner if I had to!
(As they both get to their feet Terminus goes for another lariat which Nighthawk blocks and tries to go for the Deliverance, only for Terminus to block that right into a Kudo Driver. Covering quickly, as though he does not want to take even the slightest chance of waiting for Nighthawk to kick out, Terminus hooks both legs when the 1-2-3 comes.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “The winner of the match…. “The New Age Punisher” Terminus!”
Franks: Another classic match between these two!
Quadros: And again Nighthawk loses! He now has a new holy grail, Carl.
Franks: Terminus moves on to the Bad Moon Rising fatal four way for the World Heavyweight Championship. Nighthawk goes on to the Premiere Championship match. Oh look, Nighthawk is asking for a microphone!
Accepting an Untouchable Challenge...
Written by: Okori
As Nighthawk leans against the ropes after his exhausting match against Terminus, his forearms leaning against the ring ropes, the “Wrestling Machine” asks for the microphone.
Nighthawk: “So… this is for one man. Alex Legend. You want to step in and take Travers’s place and face me down 1-0? You’re on. Bad Moon Rising. Match 2.”
The crowd gives a cheer as Nighthawk and Terminus share a respectful nod following their match-up.
Franks: Well that's all tonight, folks. We'll see you on Wednesday, October 8th for Bad Moon Rising right on this station! It's free and you don't want to miss it!
Quadros: Goodnight everybody.
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