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Violation 43
Sunday, October 19th, 2008
Scottrade Center in St. Louis, Missouri
The Dawn of a Brand-New Era
Written by: John
*“Them Bones” By Alice in Chains blares from the Scottrade Center's PA system as Demitre Lionheart and the four members of the PWA Board of Directors--John Harkes, Wren Chesney, VCR, and Gil Silver--walk out towards the ring to a mixed reaction from the sold-out crowd.*
CARL: Well this is odd; the PWA Board of Directors are on their way to the ring.
RAY: I think that they're here to honor their promise to Jacky-boy Gaither for his work over the last few months.
CARL: I don't know about that, but let's hear what they've got to say.
*The music slowly fades out as all five PWA Board members get into the ring; John Harkes gets a mike from the timekeeper's position and speaks.*
JOHN: Thank you very much St. Louis!
*A mixture of cheers and jeers from the crowd can be heard.*
JOHN: For the last couple of years, I have owned the PWA's stock alongside my excellent team of financial advisers, and we sought to make this organization into the best damn organization on this planet today. Guess what--we did just that!
*The crowd politely cheers.*
JOHN: However, the current Economic and Financial Crisis of 2008 has forced me to sell my share of PWA stocks to a "worthy" candidate--leaving me to concentrate on Guru Sports Equipment.
*A smattering a cheers and boos follows.*
CARL: Wow...John has sold his PWA shares?
RAY: Who? Who's the new shareholder dammit?!
CARL: Have patience--we'll know soon. Let's listen to John again.
JOHN: Over the past few weeks, we have searched far and wide, but we could only find one person in this company that was worthy enough to carry us into the future and beyond. With that said, ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce to you...our NEWEST shareholder of the Premiere Wrestling Alliance!
*The crowd goes silent for around five seconds.*
CARL: I can't bear to hear anything right now.
RAY: It's alright Carl; don't piss yourself over it.
*After five more seconds of silence, the intro to Black Sabbath's "Iron Man" begins to blare from the speakers; the crowd comes absolutely unglued with jeers as Jack Gaither and Samantha Teague drive to the ring in a brand-new custom Harley-Davidson; following Jack and Samantha on separate Harley-Davidson motorcycles are former wrestling commentators Tommy Veot, Ryan Richardson, and Jarimir Pulaski, plus Dean of Security "Mean Mike" Masterson and referee "Honest Abe" Sanders. The motorcycles drive toward the ring in a parade-style formation as the crowd throws anything that isn't bolted down at them.*
RAY: HOLY MOTHERF***ING SHIT! IT'S JACKIE-BOY--AND HE'S BROUGHT HIS FRIENDS WITH HIM!
CARL: My God in Heaven...I'm just speechless right now. Fans, as improbable as this may sound, Jack "The Golden Eagle" Gaither...is the newest shareholder of Premiere Wrestling Alliance stock! All I can say is--God help us all.
*Jack Gaither and Company make their way into the ring, where fans are throwing beer cups and nachos in their general direction. Jack, Samantha, Mike, Ryan, Tommy, Abe, and Jarimir stand opposite the PWA Board of Directors; a second mike is handed off to Jack, and he begins to speak.*
JACK: Well, well, well! Look who came out of Bad Moon Rising on top of the world!?
*The crowd hasn't booed this loud since...a long time ago! The fans are pissed and throw MORE debris into the ring!!*
JACK: THAT'S RIGHT BEEYOTCHES!! Jack Gaither now owns a portion of this damn company--and there's not a damn thing anyone can do about it!
*Even louder boos from the crowd.*
JACK: What does this mean for the future of the PWA? The future of PWA...is in...MY hands now. With that said...Samantha, get me the briefcase please.
*The crowd is filled with boos as Samantha grabs the briefcase and brings it into the ring.*
JACK: Thank you Sam! Now, I don't think it would be fair that I would stoop so low as to fire every single soul in this company. Instead...I think it's time that I GAVE SOMETHING BACK to the Premiere Wrestling Alliance!
*For a moment, the boos turn to polite cheers as Samantha pulls out an official-looking contract from the briefcase and gives it to Jack.*
RAY: What is he talking about?
CARL: I don't know Ray.
JACK: While most of you were having a nice dinner, Samantha and I had a meeting with our attorney this past Thursday evening, and we came up with a way to give back to this organization. It's really that simple: I have in my right hand...a contract that will SPLIT the PWA's stock equally amongst a few "worthy" candidates.
*The crowd buzzes with anticipation; the shit-eating grin on Demitre's face fades away as he--and the rest of the Board--begin to realize that they might have been set up all along.*
JACK: And those worthy candidates I had in mind--AIN'T the PWA's Board of Directors!
*The crowd, who had booed Gaither for his actions over the last few weeks, now begins to chant his name.*
RAY: What? If I remember correctly, the plan was to give PWA's stock back to the Board so that they can have the leverage to fire Commissioner Butcher!
CARL: It's not gonna happen Ray! Listen to this place: they're chanting "GAI-THER! GAI-THER! GAI-THER!"
JACK: The people that I had found worthy enough to hold an equal share of PWA's stock are--believe it or not, YOU--THE FANS!!
*The crowd goes nuts, cheering as they throw signs up into the air.*
RAY: YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS!! THAT WASN'T PART OF THE PLAN!!
CARL: Oh my--this place is going bananas!
*The fans who held "GAITHER SUCKS!" or any other anti-Gaither signs are now tearing them up and throwing them into the air like confetti.*
CARL: MY GOD! JACK GAITHER...HE DOES HAVE A HEART AFTER ALL--HE'S SEEN THE LIGHT!!
RAY: That stupid moron! I'll kill that son-of-a-bitch next time I see him!
*Suddenly, Demitre attacks Gaither with a series of right hands, sending both the PWA Board and Jack's friends scurrying out of the ring!*
CARL: Demitre, come on dammit! That's not right!
RAY: Demitre is teaching that traitor Gaither a lesson in humility! I LOVE IT!
*Demitre tries to pick Gaither up by the hair, but Gaither counters with a barrage of punches.*
CARL: Demitre tried to screw over John Harkes by using Gaither as a pawn to get rid of him--all because it was John who saved Butcher's job as Commissioner! Now Demitre is paying a supreme price--the pawn has just become King!
*Jack tosses Demitre off the rops, where he runs into a big boot from Jack to the delight of the crowd!*
CARL: "The Golden Eagle" with a big boot--right to Demitre's face! This crowd is going crazy!
*Demitre is out on the canvas, and Jack grabs the mike off the mat and speaks again.*
JACK: Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa!! We ain't done with you, Mr. Demitre! Hey Sam, do me a favor and grab both of Demitre's legs for me.
*The crowd cheers as Samantha grabs Demitre's legs and holds them up.*
JACK: A long time ago, my girlfriend Sam picked up a new move in her repertoire from an old friend of ours. Sam, why don't teach Demitre that it's not wise to screw over your friends--by dishing out a Samantha Stomp!
*The crowd is going nuts once again.*
RAY: Oh man...
*Suddenly, Samantha stomps on Demitre's groin not once, not twice, but three times--much to the delight of the crowd, Jack, and his friends!*
RAY: Owwwww....
CARL: I don't think Demitre will ever be able to have kids again! Jack Gaither--the "Forty Million Dollar Man"--has finally seen the light and given back to US--THE FANS--what is rightfully ours to begin with!
*Jack gives Samantha a tender hug in the middle of the ring, and the rest of Jack's friends follow suit. After a few minutes of hugs, hi-fives, and handshakes, Jack and Company prepare to leave the ring, but not before Jack gives one last announcement.*
JACK: Now Demitre, I think you and your Board members are gonna have a helluva time in trying to screw us over, because I have another surprise for you. Who says you can't go back to the past? Well, I'm saying that we CAN go back to the past and make things right once again! Ladies and gentlemen, you are all witnesses...to the rebirth...
*The fans buzz with excitement.*
RAY: What? Rebirth?
CARL: Don't you tell me--
*Jack motions for Tommy Veot to walk over to the timekeeper, who hands him a white cardboard box. Tommy hands the box over to Jack, who opens it up--revealing a black T-shirt. Jack doesn't unveil the shirt yet.*
JACK: The biggest organization in wrestling history...is reborn! You are seeing the resurrection...of the--
*Jack unfolds the T-shirt, revealing a familiar-looking logo on the front.*
JACK: --the AUTHENTIC...WRESTLING...GODS!!
*Many old-time wrestling fans in the crowd go crazy as they instantly recognize the AWG brand and name!!*
CARL: OH MY GOD!! THE AUTHENTIC WRESTLING GODS ARE BACK--AND THEY'RE IN THE PREMIERE WRESTLING ALLIANCE!?!
RAY: Un-frigging-believable!
CARL: We thought the AWG was dead when it closed down as a promotion, but...never in my wildest dreams would I ever see the AWG rising from the grave!
RAY: I'm...speechless right now. For the first time in my career, I don't have anything else to say right now; I can only say this: I have a feeling that this new AWG faction is going to cause a lot of trouble here in PWA!
*Jack, Samantha, Tommy, Ryan, Abe, and Mike share hugs and hi-fives with each other in the ring to the roar of the crowd.*
CARL: Look at what's going on in the ring now! In all my years in this industry, I've seen many factions come and go thanks to personal greed, but the Authentic Wrestling Gods--whether as a faction or as another federation--have stressed the importance of unity over everything else. My God--the AWG is back and united as one!
RAY: I don't think anything's going to be the same after tonight.
CARL: You have to admire what Jack Gaither and his friends have done. Ladies and gentlemen--we are witnesses to the dawn of a brand-new era in the history of the Premiere Wrestling Alliance. Good God Almighty, you're right Ray--things will NEVER be the same again!
RAY: You have to agree with me on one thing--Demitre Lionheart is pissed, and he'll do just about anything to make Gaither's life hell right now.
CARL: You're right Ray, he'll try, but Jack Gaither--the human being--has gone through worse troubles before. He'll do anything to make sure nothing happens to him, his friends, or his newly-won fans. God--I feel born again!
Flame vs. Psycho Scorpio
Written by: Neil
Franks: Welcome to another edition of Violation, ladies and gentlemen. This should be a good one coming off a huge success in Bad Moon Rising.
Quadros: No doubt, Carl. New Champions have been crowned as everybody else scrambles to find an open spot. This is the first stop on the way to Redemption II.
Franks: Let’s get started, shall we?
The lights in the arena go orange as “My Life” blares on the pa a huge Fire Clan logo can be seen on the tron as Flames steps out onto the ramp way wear and orange black hoody with Flame designs on it. He points both fingers and Fire Works go off around the tron and stage area when the pyro stops Flame runs down into the ring and slids under the bottom rope. Flame quickly climbs to the tops rope and points to the sky before nailing a huge flip and landing on his feet and pulling off the hoody tossing it into the crowd.
The lights dim as Remember the name by Fort Minor hits the PA and "The Harcore Messiah" Psycho Scorpio comes out from behind the curtain with a trolley filled to the brim with foreign objects such as barbed wire, thumbtacks, fluorescent light tubes, cactus plants and even a bag of live Scorpions. The fans stand on there feet and start chanting "We Want Blood, We Want Blood." Scorpio leaves the trolley at ringside and sets a few weapons on the apron within grabbing distance of his corner before sliding into the ring and taking in the chants of the crowd.
Franks: Two new wrestlers debuting tonight, Ray. The Flame vs. Psycho Scorpio.
Quadros: The Flame is a good friend of Fire so he probably has been getting some pointers on the PWA roster. Too bad Psycho Scorpio is new too so this should be pretty even.
Referee Sasha Brown calls for the bell and this opening match is underway. The two light heavyweights lock up and tussle back and forth for an early advantage. Arm drag by Flame sends Scorpio flying. Scorpio back up and runs towards Flame. This time Scorpio tosses Flame with an arm drag. Flame back up and runs towards Scorpio. Again he arm drags Scorpio in retaliation. Scorpio back up, and now he catches Flame with an arm drag!
Franks: These two men sure are keen on tossing each other with arm drags so far, Ray.
Quadros: Look at this Psycho Scorpio guy, Carl. He has to be a super light lightweight packing a whole 150-pounds.
Flame and Jack meet in the middle of the ring with an arm and should tie up again. Flame wins out and whips Jack to the ropes. Psycho Scorpio comes off with cross body block into a fast pin. Referee Brown is down for the count…1...KICK OUT! Both men get up and Psycho Scorpio nails Flame with a chop! WHOOO!! Flame returns a chop! WHOOO!! Flame with another Irish whip but it’s reversed by Jack. Flame lands in the corner. Scorpio comes flying in with a leaping calf kick that drops Flame! Referee Brown stays back a bit and watches as Scorpio begins to lay some boots to the face of Flame in the corner.
Stompidy, stomp, stomp to the face of Flame by Psycho Scorpio! Finally Referee Brown holds Psycho Scorpio back to allow Flame the room to breathe. Scorpio isn’t in the mood to give his opponent the advantage so he comes back into the corner as soon as Flame gets to his feet. Irish whip by Scorpio to send Flame across the ring into another corner. Scorpio isn’t far behind. Flame grabs the ropes and hops over Psycho Scorpio as he goes through! Now Flame with a series of shot to the face of Psycho Scorpio in the corner! Psycho Scorpio is looking dazed as he gets pummeled. Referee Sasha Brown now pulls Flame back and the light heavyweight does not look to be too thrilled over his offense being stopped by this woman!
Franks: Looks like Flame isn’t used to taking orders from women, Ray.
Quadros: Sasha Brown is not a woman you want to cross, Carl. He better watch himself.
Psycho Scorpio takes the opportunity to catch Flame while his back is turned and rolls him up! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! That was damn close as both men get to their feet like nothing happened! They lock up again and this time Flame puts Scorpio in a headlock. Psycho Scorpio breaks free with an old fashion back drop. As Flame is down holding his spine, Scorpio runs to the ropes and springboards off with a moonsault! Cover! 1...2...THREE…NO! Referee Brown holds up two fingers!
Franks: Talk about a close pin fall there!
Quadros: That kid can move, Carl.
Now Psycho Scorpio is questioning Brown about her calls here as he was damn sure that was a three. Flame is up and this match has come to a stand still. Both men are standing next to each other pointing at Referee Sasha Brown and arguing with her over the calls so far. Wait, now Flame and Psycho Scorpio are arguing with each other over something. Flame pushes Psycho Scorpio! Scorpio pushes back! Flame with a harder shove! The crowd cheers loudly as this match is back on! Scorpio drops Flame with a standing dropkick! Flame gets up real fast! Scorpio with a kick that’s caught by Flame! Enzuigiri by Psycho Scorpio! He turns Flame over for the pin! 1...2...THRE…NO! KICK OUT!
Franks: What a stiff kick there by Psycho Scorpio!
Quadros: Still, Flame was able to kick out!
Psycho Scorpio picks up Flame and drops him with a northern lights suplex! Bridge! 1...2...KICK OUT! Psycho Scorpio is showing his frustration as Flame continues to kick out. Scorpio pulls Flame off of the canvass and puts Flame in position for the Sickness DDT. Before he can connect, Flame is able to land an elbow to the midsection and wiggle free. Flame swings around the back and drops Jack with a German suplex! He holds on and connects with another German suplex! He goes for one more and lands a solid German suplex with a bridge! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Psycho Scorpio was barely able to kick out there!
Flame continues to put the pressure on Scorpio by hitting him in the face with a forearm. Another! Another! Another! Flame looks for an Irish whip! Reversed! Off the ropes comes Flame and he gets hit with a whipping power slam! Cover! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT! Scorpio wanted that three count! He pulls Flame up and hits a vertical suplex! Now he runs towards the ropes, bounces off and lands a high leg drop across the throat of Flame! Another cover! 1!…2!…THR…Another KICK OUT!!
Franks: Oh boy, these two light heavyweights are showing us something here in this debut match, Ray.
Quadros: Maybe these guys can jump start the division again.
Scorpio whips Flame hard into the corner and plasters him with a running punch to the face! He now hoists a visibly shaken Flame to the top turnbuckle and seems to want to land a superplex! NO! Flame starts to fight back with some shots to the midsection to keep himself alive! Head butt by Scorpio rocks Flame back on the turnbuckle! Flame pushes Scorpio off and down to the canvass in retaliation! Flame doesn’t hesitate much more as he jumps off the top turnbuckle with an impressive corkscrew shooting star press! OH! The Flaming Star! Cover! 1!…2!…THREE!!
“My Life” kicks back up as Flame rolls out of the ring holding his head. Psycho Scorpio gets to a knee in the ring and looks out at Flame in anger. Flame flexes his muscles in victory as he tries to belittle Psycho Scorpio for his size.
Franks: There’s a victory for Flame in his debut match, Ray.
Quadros: Good for him. I don’t think he’s heard the last of Psycho Scorpio though.
Promise Keeping
Written by: Okori
As Violation comes back from a commercial break the house lights in the arena suddenly fade all the way to black and is quickly replaced by blue and white laser lights which draw 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 with his wife Sin. 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 of the song, his ice-blue eyes never leaving his target as he walks down the ramp while enthusiastically shaking hands with every single fan that he can touch as Sin blows kisses to the crowd. Sliding underneath the bottom rope the “Wrestling Machine” asks for the microphone from Freddy Ferdinand, trying his best to keep the crowd quiet as they start chanting for Nighthawk.)
Nighthawk: “Last week, before Bad Moon Rising, I made a promise to someone and tonight I intend to keep it. I told this person that if they proved to me that they were serious about being a wrestler, and that they wanted to be the best wrestler that they could be, I'd tell the world and the PWA fans to believe in him, to trust that he was going to do the right thing. And he did. He proved to me he was serious, and so I'm going to do the best that I possibly can to live up to my promise. Aiden Miles if you could come out here right now I'd appreciate it.”
(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.)
Nighthawk: “I know you don’t have a lot of time right now, and to be quite honest, neither do I. But I made a promise to the fans, to myself, and to you. And I don’t think I'd be much of a man if I didn’t keep it. So here is what I am going to say right now, with the world watching. Aiden Miles has earned my respect and he should earn yours. Listen to me very carefully: Aiden Miles is the real thing. Thank you.”
And with that Nighthawk walks out of the ring, leaving Aiden Miles to bask in the applause of the crowd.
Nighthawk vs. Chris Wilkins
Written by: Okori
Ring Announcer Freddy Ferdinand: “This next contest is scheduled for one fall with a 90-minute time limit. The referee for this match is Mickey Vann.”
(“What I Want" by Daughtry begins to play in the arena. As the chorus starts, a blast of fireworks comes out from the entrance ramp and smoke starts to fill the arena. It begins to clear and standing on the stage is 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.)
Franks: Well we have quite the match coming up momentarily.
Quadros: You can say that again, we're going to get to watch Nighthawk lose his fourth match in a row!
Franks: Your personal opinion aside these two men have plenty of history between them and we're sure to see a technical clinic in this one.
(As his opponent stands in the center of the ring the house lights in the arena suddenly fade all the way to black and is quickly replaced by blue and white laser lights which draw 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 with his wife Sin. 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 of the song, his ice-blue eyes never leaving his target as he walks down the ramp while enthusiastically shaking hands with every single fan that he can touch as Sin blows kisses 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, accompanied to the ringside area by Alex Rollins. From Ogden, Utah and weighing in tonight at 174 and three-fourths pounds…. This… Is… Chris Wilkins!”
(As Chris steps out of the corner, Alex Rollins offering last-minute advice, the crowd claps happily and chants “Chris Wilkins”.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “And his opponent, accompanied to the ringside area by Sin, he is from the fighting city of Chicago, Illinois and weighed in tonight at 185 Pounds. The former PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion, Please welcome “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk!”
(As Nighthawk steps out of the corner after stretching against the ring ropes, holding his hands over his head, the crowd erupts in appreciation chanting “Thank you Nighthawk” and tossing in a veritable raft of blue-and-white streamers.)
Quadros: Those people won't be cheering for long, I'm putting my money on Wilkins in this one.
Franks: With your track record on predicting these matches I would gladly take that bet.
(As Nighthawk and Chris stand in the center of the ring 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.)
Franks: That's Alex Legend's music, but he's not scheduled to come out here.
Quadros: What's this idiot doing, he's lucky I'm stuck on commentary or I'd teach him why it's a bad idea to interrupt the show!
Franks: I'm sure you would...
(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 before heading over to the commentary table.)
Franks: Welcome Alex, our friend here was just talking about you, didn't you have something to say?
Quadros: I have no idea what you're talking about.
Franks: Anyways, what brings you down here?
Alex Legend: I figured I'd come down and and get a closer look at this one, not to mention a little scouting done with the "Wrestling Machine" over there.
(As Nighthawk and Chris step out of their corners, shaking hands in a show of sportsmanship, the crowd sits back down although still buzzing for the high-quality technical encounter that they know they are about to see. Immediately locking up with each other Nighthawk and Chris begin to bully each other around the ring, each man trying to figure out a way to somehow turn this stalemate into an advantageous position for themselves. Searching as hard as they can to try and figure out a way to gain the advantage they both give up at pretty much the same time, each man retreating to their corners where they stretch out their necks as the collar-and-elbow tie-up appears to have had an effect. Listening to their seconds on the outside of the ring they both loosen up their necks again and go back to the collar-and-elbow tie-up which Chris quickly tries to block by hitting a hiptoss which the Chicago native blocks enough to spin in the other direction and hit a wraparound armdrag, holding on for a grounded wristlock. Cinching in the wristlock deep Nighthawk grins and then holds onto the arm before floating over to the other side of Chris’s body while still holding onto the wristlock, quickly using that to turn it into a classic arm-wringer. Hooking in the arm-wringer deep Chris shakes his fingers of his right hand no when the referee asks him if he wants to give the match up, quickly doing a handstand and then driving a pair of boots into his opponent’s chest forcing the Chicago native to reflexively release the hold.)
Quadros: Did you see that Legend, for as much as you like to credit Nighthawk for being the best technical wrestler in this company I'm not even so sure he's the best technical wrestler in this ring right now.
Alex Legend: I've been in the ring with both of these men recently and I'll be the first one to admit Chris Wilkins is more than capable to take matches to the mat, but I still gotta say Nighthawk edges him.
Franks: Well either way that was an impressive counter.
(Grinning a little bit as he is both surprised and impressed by the slickness of the counter that Chris just came up with Nighthawk claps for a moment as the crowd once again gets raucous behind him, as both Nighthawk and Chris circle each other looking for an opening. Hooking up again in another collar-and-elbow tie-up Chris breaks the hold for a minute and after glaring at his opponent for a moment feints like he is going to throw a big forearm smash and then simply sneaks in a cravate, sticking out his tongue to taunt his opponent. But as he tries to tighten the grip on the hold the Chicago native simply spins out in the other direction, rolling around Chris’s back and hitting a wraparound armdrag. Waiting until the Utah native gets back to his feet the “Wrestling Machine” hits a springboard armdrag, feinting as though he is going to go for another one which causes Chris to scurry to the outside of the ring as the Chicago native stands in the center of the ring, his eyes never leaving his opponent’s as Alex Rollins gives him some advice.)
Alex Legend: That little bail out didn't look too technical did it Quadros?
Quadros: What do you know, you shouldn't even be down here. That was a BRILLIANT move by Wilklins to get out and regroup.
Alex Legend: Oh believe it or not I know a thing or two about wrestling there buddy, and by the way in case you didn't know I do get the audio when I'm watching tapes of my matches.
Quadros can be heard gulping and Franks can be heard chuckling.
(Stepping back in the ring at the count of 7, having gotten what he feels is suitable advice from his second Alex Rollins, Chris Wilkins slides back in underneath the bottom rope and hits a double-leg takedown and quickly rolls that over into a toe-and-ankle hold, placing the base of his foot on the other leg of the Chicago native to try and immobilize it. Placing his palms on the mat the former World Light Heavyweight Champion tries to figure a way out of the hold, reaching up to put his hand over the eyes of the Ogden native and using that momentary bit of impaired vision as a way to loosen the toe-and-ankle hold enough to get back to his feet where he locks in a straight wristlock, using as much torque as he can muster up to take Chris down to the mat. Focusing all of his attention on weakening his opponent’s left arm the “Wrestling Machine” holds onto the straight wristlock, trying to hold onto it as long as he can before Chris again goes back to the headstand that he successfully applied earlier and this time spins out right into a headscissors.)
Franks: Well Chris Wilkins is looking pretty good so far in this match, but you can never count Nighthawk out.
Quadros: I can.
Alex Legend: I'm surprised you can count period. Returning to intelligent conversation, you're right Franks, Chris Wilkins isn't messing around tonight.
(Cinching in the headscissors tight Chris turns his body to the side to add even more pressure to the hold and keeping a good eye on Nighthawk’s legs to make sure he does not try to cycle his way out of the headscissors, posting his forearms across his opponent’s back every time that he tries to counter out of the headscissors. Trying to figure a way out of the hold the Chicago native tries to separate Chris’s grip with his hands, only to find Chris blocking that attempt simply by squeezing tight on the hold and driving the head of the former World Light Heavyweight Champion into the mat. Forcing his opponent to think of some new game plan to escape the headscissors Chris again hooks the headscissors in deep, this time locking both of his feet around the neck of Nighthawk to try and wear his opponent down. But as he holds onto the hold the “Wrestling Machine” slowly cycles himself up to his feet so that he can push down with a modified folding press, eventually kneeling on Chris’s legs while holding onto the folding press which is called the Alligator Clutch despite having the headscissors still applied. After doing this a few times Chris reluctantly lets go of the headscissors and inches back to his corner, satisfied as Nighthawk goes back to his holding his neck.)
Quadros: Was that even a legal move Nighthawk just did?
Franks: Will you stop already. These two men are so nearly evenly matched it's shocking. It seems as if they're both completely stocked up with counters for whatever the other may throw at them.
Alex Legend: Absolutely, I can tell you first hand that neither is a walk in the park to step into the ring with, either of these men can catch anybody at any moment.
(Figuring that his best chance to win this match is to slow Nighthawk down Chris again tries for a takedown with an attempt at a single-leg, getting only the beginnings of it before he finds it blocked and himself rolled right through into a La Majistral which Nighthawk holds onto right into a traditional wristlock. Trying to weaken his opponent’s arm the Chicago native begins to bend and twist the elbow and forearm joint in a variety of different directions, looking down at his opponent with a deep degree of concentration as he very much tries to figure out what is the weakness that he will be able to capitalize on and then attack. Continuing to work over the arm very carefully and assiduously, not wanting to take any chances that might give his opponent the chance to counter out of this, the former World Light Heavyweight Champion begins to pull apart his opponent’s fingertips trying everything that he possibly can think of to weaken his opponent’s limb before slapping on a back mounted bent wristlock. Yanking back on the wristlock as hard as he can the “Wrestling Machine” pulls in deeper as Chris tries desperately to get to the ropes, eventually scrambling to get there and forcing a break from the referee. As Nighthawk gives the break that the referee asked for on the count of 3 Chris rolls to his feet, shaking out his left arm as he tries to figure out what to do next.)
Quadros: There Wilkins goes again, he's got an answer for everything, this is going to be his night.
Franks: I wouldn't be quite so quick to call that one, but he definitely looks impressive.
Alex Legend: I have no idea how you put up with him
Franks: Sometimes neither do I
Quadros: I don't know what you're talking about, I'm the John Madden of wrestling commentary.
(Going back into battle for a collar-and-elbow tie-up Chris now tries everything that he can possibly think of to keep his opponent away from his left arm, eventually settling on a standing side headlock to achieve that purpose, taking that hold to the mat as Nighthawk bangs his elbows on the canvas in frustration that he was not able to take advantage of the opening in the way that he wanted to. Trying to figure a way out of the hold the Chicago native crosses his ankles together to try and scoot his way out of the headlock, which Chris counters by making sure that he cinches in the headlock even deeper adding an arm-trap to the hold. Banging his elbows again on the mat as he appears to be frustrated for the moment that he cannot escape from this hold the former World Light Heavyweight Champion again tries to figure out an escape out of this side headlock. Rolling over to his stomach as he tries to work a way out of this while making sure that he prevents any possibility of his shoulders being pinned to the mat the “Wrestling Machine” again shakes his fingers no and slowly gets up to one knee, his eyes blinking as his face turns red at the amount of time that he has been in this headlock. Placing his palm flat on the mat to use as a fulcrum Nighthawk does a deep knee bend and finally stands all the way up to his feet, using his four-inch height advantage to make the headlock patently useless from this position before breaking it altogether.)
Alex Legend: You have to watch out for that from Nighthawk, if there's any slight advantage he may have, he'll find it and use it.
Franks: Very true, he always seems to know where he can beat you.
(Using the opening that he got from breaking the headlock Nighthawk goes right back to the arm, this time hitting another deep armdrag and taking Chris over with an armdrag right into an armbar which he quickly rolls through into a high-angle Fujiwara armbar as he seems intent on trying to do all that he can to utterly weaken Chris’s arm for whatever it is that he wants to think of doing later. Bridging as far up on the hold as he can the Chicago native uses that elevation to get even more pressure on the hold, eventually releasing the hold when Chris gets to the ropes and forces him to break. Stalking his opponent carefully the former World Light Heavyweight Champion waits for Chris to get up and then charges after him with another springboard armdrag, which sends Chris to the outside of the ring. Making a running start Nighthawk fakes going for a tope suicida causing Chris to duck only to realize that he was faked out, causing him to kick the ringside barrier in frustration.)
Franks: Well Wilkins appears to be getting a little heated out here.
Alex Legend: Nighthawk can be a handful, but that's one more way he can get you, he can take your head out of a match.
Quadros: How can you sit here and compliment a man you're facing next week?
Alex Legend: It's called respect, I wouldn't expect you to know anything about it.
(Walking into the ring cautiously, trying not to favor his left arm for fear that Nighthawk will pick up on the injury and attack it further, Chris rolls coolly back into the ring despite being encouraged to milk the count by Alex Rollins and goes for another collar-and-elbow tie-up, this time countering through into an amateur-style reverse waistlock and quickly snapping him over into a seated position. going down to his knees the Chicago native allows Chris to ride him around the mat for a moment while trying to figure a way to sit himself out of the hold, something which he cannot do due to the fact that Chris has the waistlock so expertly applied that all avenues of escape from this are blocked. Still trying to work his way out of this waistlock that Chris has applied the former World Light Heavyweight Champion tries to sneak his hands inside the grip of the hold, but finds that the lock is too tight and is forced to put both feet on the ring ropes to escape the hold.)
Quadros: Ha! I told you he'd come back, where's Nighthawk's advantages now?
Alex Legend: Never said he was perfect, just said he was good and this match is far from over.
(Getting to his feet again Nighthawk again tries to go for a deep armdrag and is blocked right into a release Tiger suplex that gets a 2-count. Shaking out his arm as he tries to recover from the work on his arm that was done earlier Chris pulls the Chicago native up by the head and hits a running knee to the temple, driving the edge of his knee brace into the side of his opponent’s head, followed by a hard lariat to the back of the head. Focusing all of his attention on his opponent’s head the Ogden native hits a delayed elbow drop to the chin, following that up with a knee drop to the side of the head and covering for a count of 2. Pulling the former World Light Heavyweight Champion up to his feet by the hair Chris rocks his head back with a booming European uppercut and then hits a perfect bridging German Suplex that gets a 2-count. Climbing up to the second rope Chris waits until the “Wrestling Machine” gets to all fours and then drops a textbook short elbow drop right on the back of his opponent’s head, quickly rolling back to his feet and picking Nighthawk up again and this time plastering him with a snap suplex, covering and getting yet another 2-count.)
Franks: Wilkins almost had it there.
Alex Legend: It was close, but it's going to take a lot more tahn a suplex to put either of these men down.
(Continuing his deliberate attack on the head Chris picks Nighthawk up by the hair and hits a roaring forearm to the chin, followed up by a hooking lariat that lands right underneath the chin. Moving as quickly as he can to get to the second rope Chris comes off with a booming elbowdrop that lands right in the pit of the chest, drawing a pained gasp from the Chicago native as he writhes around on the mat in pain. Picking the former World Light Heavyweight Champion up by the hair Chris measures him for a running knee strike only to see the “Wrestling Machine” duck out of the way and go for a palm strike which Chris ducks out of the way of and quickly slaps on a standing sleeperhold, jumping on his opponent’s back and wrapping his legs around the abdomen to mitigate the advantage in height. Struggling to try and loosen the sleeperhold only to find the task near impossible in his exhausted and weakened state Nighthawk slumps to the mat, his face beginning to become red as the sleeperhold is sunk in deep. Fading slowly but relentlessly the Chicago native appears to go limp for a moment, something which draws referee Steve Smoger over to check to see if he needs to call an immediate halt to the contest and award the bout to Chris Wilkins.)
Quadros: Stop the match, he passed out!
Franks: Not quite.
(As the referee moves in closer, checking the eyes of Nighthawk to try and figure out if he has completely lost consciousness altogether and finding that he is still in the match although just barely, Chris cinches the hold in deeper and requests that the referee check to see if the Chicago native is unable to continue with the match. Agreeing to his opponent’s request the referee lifts up the left arm of the former World Light Heavyweight once and watches it drop limply and harmlessly to the mat, doing it again and getting pretty much the same response as he did the first time. Informing Chris sotto voce that if the arm drops one more time he will be declared the winner by referee’s stoppage Steve Smoger drops the left arm again, and goes to ring the bell not seeing any sign that the former World Light Heavyweight Champion is unable to continue. But as he walks over to the ring announcer to signal the decision he notices that Nighthawk’s left hand grabbed onto the leg of his black referee pants, forcing him to let Chris know that he did not submit and that the match continues. Shaking his finger no over and over again, as if he is now trying to convince not just the sold-out crowd but himself as well that he is not in the mood to go down without a fight, the “Wrestling Machine” slowly rises back to his feet and fires a series of well-placed forearms to the gut to break out of the sleeperhold.)
Franks: You can't undersell the fight in Nighthawk
Alex Legend: Sometimes all that matters in a match is who wants it more and it seems pretty obvious tonight Nighthawk has no intentions of being put to sleep.
Quadros: Ok, he got out, but he still doesn't have this thing won yet.
(Using the ropes to try and build some sort of momentum Nighthawk runs off of the ropes only to walk right into another sleeperhold, this time reversing out and using every last bit of his energy to land a desperation superkick that booms throughout the arena before slumping to the mat face-first. As the crowd in St. Louis draws to their feet as one trying desperately to raise the man they consider a hero back to his feet to continue the Chicago native slowly goes about the business of positively answering their request, grunting and screaming in agony as he slowly pulls himself up to his knees and then again to his feet. Waiting until Chris gets back to his feet the former World Light Heavyweight Champion goes back on the attack and lands a snap hammerlock single-arm DDT to give himself some more time to think. Leaning against the ropes as the fog slowly begins to clear the “Wrestling Machine” climbs up to the top rope and stares out at the ring for a split-second, gauging the distance that he has to leap, before coming off with a textbook swandive headbutt that lands right on his opponent’s left shoulder.)
Franks: What technique on that headbutt.
Quadros: Yeah, but he may have done just as much damage to himself.
Alex Legend: It's clear that he's going to stop at nothing to win this one, I can only hope he brings the same attitude next week.
(Trying to press the advantage more Nighthawk tries to pick Chris up by the hair, only to be pulled right through into a textbook inside cradle that makes everyone in the audience think it was a 3-count but the referee informs the crowd was only a 2-count. Trying to push open the small bit of an advantage that he has been given Chris tries to go for a powerslam only to have it countered right into a key lock. Pulling back on the key lock as hard as he can, screaming out “Tap!” at the top of his lungs, the crowd buzzes with the prospect that Chris might somehow be forced to tap out to this. Crawling across the ring using his feet as a base Chris eventually reaches the ropes to force a break of the hold, which the Chicago native gives right at the count of 4. Struggling up to his feet, his left arm now hanging limply at his side, Chris turns around and finds a determined “Wrestling Machine” waiting for him, who quickly tries to take him down with an armbar. But as the former World Light Heavyweight Champion tries to take Chris down with an armbar the Ogden native counters right out into a Stunner, using this chance to try and slap some feeling back into his left arm. Figuring that he has got the injured arm as good as it is going to feel Chris now tries to press the advantage, signaling for the Last Shot. Slowly realizing that he has to figure out some way out of this Nighthawk returns the favor from earlier, quickly countering into a wrist-clutch inside cradle that gets another heart-stoppingly close 2-count.)
Franks: Nighthawk was seconds away from stealing this one!
Alex Legend: After what he's put himself through I wouldn't call it a steal, although you can't take anything away from Wilkins either.
Quadros: Will you pick a side...
(As both men get to their feet slightly cautiously, each man having been trapped with textbook pinning combinations that almost caused them to lose the contest, Nighthawk blinks a few times and then decides to go back on the offensive landing a booming palm strike which backs Chris up into the corner. Stalking his opponent carefully the Chicago native tries for and gets a pair of running step-up enzuigiris, one to the shoulder and then one to the back of the head.)
Franks: It looks like Nighthawk is ready to end this one.
Quadros: Get up Chris, get up!
(As Nighthawk picks Chris up again, he tries to counter into a Last Shot only for Nighthawk to counter into a hurricanrana attempt which Chris quickly counters by sitting down in a prawn hold that gets the 3-count.)
Quadros: Wilkins did it!
Franks: Well this whole contest was one counter after the next and it turned out to be Chris Wilkins who got the final word in.
Alex Legend: Speaking of final words...
Freddy Ferdinand: “The winner of the match…. Chris Wilkins.”
Alex Legend leaves the table and jumps into the ring that Chris Wilkins has just gotten out of. "The Absolute" stalks Nighthawk from behind as he gets back to his feet. As soon as "The Wrestling Machine" turns around he's standing face to face with his opponent for next week. Nighthawk takes a step back and puts his hands up as if he expects an attack but just as quickly Legend rolls back out of the ring smiling and laughing to himself. As he backpedals up the ramp he points at Nighthawk then to himself before holding up a finger to indicate "one more time"
Attending To?
Written by: Paul
As the scene leaves the ring and appears with Terminus standing outside of The Butcher’s office. He keeps looking down the hall like he is waiting for someone, until finally the door to the office opens and a bag comes flying into his arms. Terminus looks at the bag and then into the doorway. The head of Jason Sandman sticks out the door.
Jason: Go ahead and get ready. I will be with you in a minute.
Terminus: What are you getting now?
Jason: I just got something that needs my attention. I will meet you at the locker room in ten minutes.
Terminus: If you say so.
The door to Butcher’s office shuts and Terminus heads down the hall and to the Gundan RTO locker room.
Brad Kane vs. Alex Legend
Written by: Craig
"In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty... handsome, what have you, the right person will still think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with."
The house lights go out in the arena as the opening of "Times Up" by Casey Jones flares up. Strobe lights begin to go insane when the vocals blare out of the sound system as Brad Kane appears in the entry way with Megan at his side. The crowd cheers seeing them as Brad inhales before taking a few steps and throwing his arm up into the air, letting out a tribal war cry. He then makes his way down the ring with Megan following him. A few hands get slapped but not many as once Brad is at ringside, he hops up on the ring apron as Megan goes up the stairs. The lights are back to normal as they enter the ring as he heads to the nearest turnbuckle and goes up to the middle buckle, looking out into the crowd. Some take pictures as he steps down, inhaling once more as he does the same thing on the other side of the ring. He then backs into the corner as Megan gives him a kiss good luck before exiting the ring. Brad then waits for the match to begin as his entrance song fades off.
Quadros: Here is Brad Kane, fresh off a concussion a couple of weeks back.
Franks: I fully intend on seeing something bad happening to this guy tonight.
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.
Franks: He looks like a kiss ass. You see him slapping hands too?
Quadros: Hey, not his fault the fans love him a bit.
Both men look at each other as the bell rings. Neither man wants to make the first move quite yet as the crowd begins to roar, waiting for the first move. The two lock up in the middle of the ring as Alex scores with a quick go behind as he puts Brad in a hammerlock. Planting his foot down, Brad is able to reverse the hold into one his own as Legend snaps his elbow back, connecting with the temple of Brad Kane. The hold gets released as the two look at one another again. Not feeling content to lock up again, Brad looks for a quick kick to the face of Alex but it falls short as Legend quickly moves backwards, avoiding it. The crowd claps at the near miss as the duo are still trying to formulate a plan.
Quadros: Slow start but that's quite alright. Both men are trying to find something to go on.
Franks: But they're boring me to death. I think I'll look up a lil' bit of porn until they do something noteworthy.
Quadros: Remember the last time that happened?
Franks: You're right, I should wait.
The two lock up for a second time this evening as Legend pushes Brad into the corner. The ref tells Alex to release as they get a clean break. As Legend takes a few paces backwards, Brad explodes out of the corner, hitting the John Woo! This sends Alex to the mat as he rolls back into the turnbuckle as Brad sprints back in and hits a facewash. The crowd cheers as Brad pulls Legend back to a vertical base, whipping him into the ropes. Brad lowers his shoulder as Alex leaps into the air and jumps over Brad. Legend bounces back off the ropes as he dropkicks the knee of Brad out from underneath him. Brad collapses to the mat as Legend runs and hits a senton onto the back of Brad Kane.
Franks: There we go, something worth watching.
Quadros: Yeah, it looks like both men have a solid plan now.
Franks: Who was talking about this? I just found a neat video on YouTube.
Quadros: Ugh...
Alex Legend lifts the body of Brad Kane off the mat as he spins him around before grabbing the right leg, lifting Brad into the air, possibly looking for a shinbreaker. Brad is able to escape out of the hold as he lands on his feet. Once Legend turns around, he gets a kick to the ribs followed by a second. On the third, Alex catches the right leg of Brad and spins it around into a dragon screw. Brad holds his knee as Alex keeps ahold of the limb, dropping an elbow right on the kneecap before wrenching back with his elbow still in place. Brad tries reaching for the ropes but to no avail as Legend releases the hold but keeps the leg gripped yet. Alex drops the mat, putting Brad into a leg lock now.
Quadros: Looks like Alex is in control right now.
Franks: Oh, yeah? Yeah, Legend is doing a great job.
Brad pulls himself to the ropes as Legend releases the hold. He backs away, waiting for Kane to pull himself back up. Once Brad is back up to a vertical base, he limps a bit on that right leg as Legend goes back to work with another dropkick to the knee. Brad drops to a single knee as Alex makes the universal signal for the shining wizard. He sprints towards Brad but Brad ducks out of the way as Legend's momentum takes him chest first into the ropes. Brad gets back up to his feet as he waits for Legend to turn around. Once Alex faces Brad, he gets met with a european uppercut as he falls back into the ropes. Brad grabs the arm of Legend, whipping him into the ropes. Alex bounces back as Brad takes him down with a STO.
Franks: Back and forth we go. It's like watching kids on a seesaw!
Quadros: You watch kids on a seesaw?
Franks: When I was a lad myself but not now. Perv.
Quadros: Sure...
With a bit of a limp yet, Brad lifts Legend off of the mat and hits him with another european uppercut as Legend staggers on his feet. Brad hooks him for an exploder suplex but Alex begins to elbow Brad in the face. The hold is released as Alex Legend drops down on to his back and delievers a sweep kick to the right leg of Brad Kane, forcing him to fall onto the mat. Legend gets back up as he grabs the right leg of Brad Kane, turning him over and locking in a single leg boston crab. The ref continually asks Brad if it wants to give it up. Kane keeps shaking his head no as he begins to pull himself towards the ropes. He lunges out as he grabs the bottom rope as the ref tells Alex Legend to release the hold. Legend does as he then pulls Brad into the middle of the ring, turning him back over, going for a cover.
One!
Two!!
Brad kicks out as he clutches at that right leg.
Quadros: I liked what Alex Legend just did there. Maybe he was trying to catch Brad Kane off guard by going for a cover.
Franks: It was a good idea, almost makes me wish I came up with it.
Legend doesn't stop his attack as he pulls Brad Kane up to a vertical base before pasting him with a couple of forearms to the side of the head. Kane goes back into the rope as Legend whips him. Kane limps as he bounces back as Legend leaps for a dropkick but Kane is able to counter into a powerbomb! The crowd cheers as both men are on the mat. This doesn't last for too long as Legend gets back up first as Brad uses the ropes to pull himself back up again. Alex is the first to make contact with a couple of kicks to that right leg of Brad Kane, trying to render it useless forever. Brad is able to fire back with a couple of chops to the chest as Alex holds his chest before hitting more leg kicks. Brad hits a third chop as he tries to keep on Alex, going for a kick to his midsection but the right leg can't even do a bit of damage on Alex Legend.
Franks: Looks like those kicks of Brad Kane are out of the window for good, at least for tonight. Yay!
Quadros: Oh will you stop!
Alex kicks Brad in the stomach as Brad kneels over. Legend grabs the head of Brad Kane before snapping him down with a thunderous DDT! The crowd cheers as Legend points to the top rope. He takes a few moments getting there as he's now perched on the top, waiting to make his move. Brad is back on his feet, trying to stay standing as Alex leaps off the top with a crossbody. In the process, Brad rolls through it, turning it into a pinning situation!
One!
Two!!
Alex Legend pops a shoulder off the mat. The crowd claps as both men struggle up to their feet. Brad Kane is able to fire off another european uppercut as Legend goes back to work, looking to dropkick the right leg of Brad Kane once more. However, Brad narrowly avoids the move as Legend plants himself on the mat. Brad waits for Legend to get back up, stalking him almost.
Quadros: This could be a big opening here.
Franks: Hey, I didn't know your wife was in the crowd. HEEYYOOOO!
Once Legend is back on his feet, Brad uses everything he has left in that right leg as he spins around, hitting the BK Backfist!!! The crowd roars as both men fall to the mat. The ref looks at the two before signaling that start of his count.
One!
Two!!
Three!!!
Legend is stirring first.
Four!!!!
Five!!!!!
Brad is on his hands and knees.
Six!!!!!!
Legend is standing up as he runs and kicks Brad right in the face. Alex then lifts him back up off the mat as he kicks him in the stomach, lifts him into the air before dropping him down with a brainbuster! The crowd cheers for the move as Legend runs and jumps off the ropes, leaping backwards with a quebrada! He keeps the cover.
One!
Two!!
Thr!!!
NO! Brad pops his shoulder off of the mat. Legend shake his head as he picks Brad up by the hair before butterflying his arms, looking for the Legend Killer. However, Brad is able to shift his weight and flip Alex over, putting his shoulers on the mat.
One!
Two!!
Thre!!!
Alex releases the hold just in time to get his shoulders off the mat. The crowd is going insane as both men slowly work their way back up to their feet.
Franks: Wow, both men have let it all go here tonight, all in the name of giving us a good match. Normally I'd clap their efforts but they're jerks!
Quadros: They're jerks? I think you're mistaken.
Franks: And I think you need to lay off the hot dogs you fat bastard.
Quadros: I wish they'd turn off your microphone.
Both men are standing the middle of the ring as they both begin to unload with forearm strikes. Alex goes low with another kick to the right leg of Brad as Brad clutches it again. This gives Alex the perfect chance to rebutterfly those arms as hit lifts Brad into the air and then drops him face first with the Legend Killer. With the crowd cheering, Legend covers Brad Kane, hooking both legs.
One!
Two!!
Three!!!
The bell rings as the crowd claps for the victory by Alex Legend. He rolls off of Brad Kane as he gets to his feet, arm raised in victory by the referee.
Quadros: Great game plan by Alex Legend here tonight as he went with something other then working over that head of Brad Kane and found himself on the winning end regardless. He's an up and comer that everyone should keep their eyes on.
Franks: Are you done blowing him? Seriously, I expect to see you spitting soon.
Quadros: This is a damn family show! You're one sick pup.
The Burning Sensation
Written by: Neil
Brad Kane makes his way out of the ring in disappointment that Alex Legend got one over on him. He looks back towards the ring where Legend is celebrating and getting all the cheers. Then all of a sudden the large Matt Filth runs out from the back and hammers Kane across the back! Matt Filth is not stomping a mud hole into Brad Kane out on the entrance ramp!
Franks: Oh this is just a premeditated attack by Matt Filth to gain some revenge for what Kane did to his brother at Bad Moon Rising!
Quadros: Target the head!
Matt Filth turns Brad Kane over into a Burning Sensation submission out on the entrance ramp! The crowd starts booing as Brad Kane tries to fight his way out of the modified Texas Cloverleaf. Alex Legend sees what is happening and looks just about ready to interject, but here comes Tom Fury with a steel chair! Now the young Legend thinks better of the situation and keeps to his own business!
Franks: Tom Fury is out here with a steel chair! Someone stop this!
Quadros: Who’s going to stop it, Carl? You?
Tom Fury gets down in Brad Kane’s face as the man has no means of escape at this moment. Fury cracks the chair onto the entrance ramp, letting everybody know that this is gonna hurt. With a sick smile over his face, Tom Fury swings the chair in a golf swing motion, hammering the vulnerable Brad Kane in the face! CRACK! OH!
Franks: Goodness! He just put that chair in Brad Kane’s face!
Quadros: Brad Kane picked a bad time to start a war, Carl. He’s outmanned, outgunned, and outclassed!
CRACK! Another stiff chair shot right to the face and Brad Kane is out! Matt Filth releases the hold and Tom Fury takes one more good swipe with the chair! Out comes Hammerfist Security to stop any further damage but it’s too late. Leaving the weapon of choice at the scene of the crime, Filth & Fury make their way past the security guards on the way backstage. They stop on top of the entrance ramp, look down at Brad Kane’s unconscious body, then agree to shake hands on a job well done.
Reasonable Solution
Written by: Okori
As Violation comes back from a commercial break the crowd erupts for standing in the ring, a microphone in his right hand, is Nighthawk. Clad as he is in a white Batman T-shirt, black leather pants with blue-black piping, and black work boots, the “Wrestling Machine” climbs on the top turnbuckle and faces his body out towards the crowd.
Nighthawk: “Normally I would not do what I am about to do. But, as you are about to find out, circumstances require me to do things that I would not normally do.
London McCormack. A man that everyone, including yours truly, had high hopes for when he won the World Light Heavyweight Title. And what did he do when he won the belt, a belt that I, and Kaito, and Jake Keeton, and Cross Recoba, killed ourselves for in order to make it mean something? He sat on it in the most disgraceful manner that there has ever been. He missed title defenses, championship obligations, and showed up to a pay-per-view half in the bag from scotch.
So, it is with that in mind, that I call out the Butcher and offer what I believe to be is the only satisfactory conclusion to the problem that we now appear to have.”
As Nighthawk climbs off of the turnbuckle and waits in the ring, the arena lights fade to black and the familiar strains of “Nutshell” by Alice in Chains boom out over the sound speakers and the Butcher walks out to the ringside area, being seranded by a tremendous and deafening chorus of boos that literally shakes the Scottrade Center in St. Louis to its rafters. Climbing in the ring Butcher looks at the “Wrestling Machine”.
Butcher: “What’s your solution Nighthawk? I figured I'd just abolish the division again.”
Nighthawk: “NO! Please don’t do that. There are many people in this company who deserve the chance to hold that belt. As a matter of fact I know one who might, and I'm not speaking of me. Here is what I suggest. Strip London of the title and award it to the winner of the next match between Nighthawk and Alex Legend. I would agree to you that it is the only fair way to solve it.”
Butcher: “Ok. You’ve got it. Next time Nighthawk and Alex Legend meet each other the Light Heavyweight Championship will be up for grabs.”
The Wait
Written by: Tom
Backstage, we cut to a locker room scene, where Tom Fury and Matt Filth are sitting, tense, poised in waiting for their tag team match against Jostrodomus and Jack Gaither. They say nothing to one another, which is useful because the boos from the crowd would probably drown them out anyway. They just sit in silence, until a knock on the door is heard. Filth then looks at his older half-brother, with a sinister smile and raised eyebrow, along with a question: "Fuck 'em up?" Fury smiles and vigourously nods his head, again, without a word. "Good..." The Half-Brothers from Hell then leave the room, motivated for tonight's match.
Filth & Fury vs. Jostrodomus & Jack Gaither
Written by: Neil
To the tune of Running Battle by Kasabian, Filth ‘n’ Fury make their way out under a sea of lights of all colours. They charge down the aisle cursing at any and every fan stupid enough to get in their way- Fury even lashes out with his fist at the particularly dumb people who want to touch him. Filth talks smack into the camera- he even tries to intimidate the poor camera-man by shaking it about viciously.
Franks: Here comes the duo of Filth & Fury, with Tom Fury coming off a disappointing loss at Bad Moon Rising. Earlier tonight him and his brother got a little revenge on Brad Kane.
Quadros: It’s open season on anybody, Carl. These two just want to hurt someone and it doesn’t matter who at this point.
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: I seriously don’t know what to make of Jack Gaither, Ray. Earlier tonight he had a piece of PWA’s stock handed to him and he instead gave it to the fans?
Quadros: Give Gaither a break, Carl. He’s a $40 million dollar man. He’s not greedy. He didn’t need the stock. Especially during these economic times. Let the sucker fans blow their savings!
"Enemey" by Sevendust blasts over the PA system as the fans start to cheer out of control. Smoke fills the entrance way and Jostrodomus emerges from the smoke arms in the air, fist clinched, ready to fight. He walks down to the ring with that shit eating grin on his face that we've all become accustomed to and arrogantly gets into the ring as the fans continue cheering. He throws his arms in the air for one last firework show and pop from the fans before leaning against the ropes before the match starts.
Franks: Listen to this ovation for PWA’s first ever World Heavyweight Champion! Nobody could have predicted Jostrodomus returning to PWA at Bad Moon Rising and still, he hasn’t explained why he returned.
Quadros: Isn’t it obvious, Carl? He wants to intimidate us and make us look like fools!
Referee Sasha Brown tells the competitors to get themselves ready. Right off the bat Tom Fury is set while Matt Filth is on the ring apron. They have a game plan set while Jostrodomus and Jack Gaither are still coming up with one. Gaither and Jostrodomus seem to want to argue who will start first. That is until Joz tells Gaither to “get on the fucking apron!” Referee Brown calls for the bell as this tag team match is about to get underway!
Tom Fury and Jostrodomus spar some course language back and forth, sending the FCC meter off the scale. Now they’re getting into each other’s faces making sure the other hears what is being said, loud and clear. Tom Fury with a bitch slap on Jostrodomus! WHOOO! Joz looks out to the crowd as he’s holding his cheek. Tom Fury is pointing with self promotion and explaining how he’s from the mean streets of Birmingham. Jostrodomus throws a retaliatory punch! Fury punches back! Joz with another punch! Another from Joz! Another! The crowd is going wild! Irish whip by Jostrodomus! Stiff clothesline drops Tom Fury! Fury pops back up and gets punched again by Jostrodomus!
Franks: What an electric start to this match, Ray! Jostrodomus is back to his old self!
Quadros: That closed fisted street thug!
Jostrodomus tosses Tom Fury into a neutral corner and starts hammering away! Right! Left! Right! Left! Blow to the face. Shot to the ribs. Referee Sasha Brown starts counting…1! 2! 3! 4! Jostrodomus backs away and then goes right back at it again! Right! Left! Right! Left! Referee Brown again! 1! 2! 3! 4! Jostrodomus backs off and then grabs Fury by the head…thumb to the eye by Tom Fury! Punch to the side of the head by Fury! Another punch! Another! Knee to the midsection of Jostrodomus! Now a knee to the side of the head by Tom Fury! A rough ax handle across the back by Fury drops Jostrodomus!
Quadros: Yeah!
Tom Fury seems to be showboating over getting a leg up on another former World Heavyweight Champion. He looks to pick up Jostrodomus by the head but Joz explodes to his feet and tackles Fury to the mat! Mounted blows by Jostrodomus get the crowd all pumped up for him once again! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Matt Filth is going nuts over in the corner over this abuse his brother is taking. Jostrodomus yanks Fury up and tosses him into his corner. Tag out to Jack Gaither as Joz adds a shoulder block to Fury’s midsection.
In comes Jack Gaither as Samantha Teague is jumping for joy. Snapmare takedown out of the corner by Gaither. He kicks Tom Fury right in the lower back and that smarts! Gaither runs across the ring and knocks Matt Filth off the ring apron with a shove for no reason! Back to Fury goes Gaither as he chops him across the chest! WHOOO! Another chop! WHOOO! Another! WHOOOO! Jack Gaither whips Tom Fury to the ropes! Reversed! Gaither hits the ropes and Matt Filth ends up grabbing his legs from the outside! Gaither is swinging over the top rope to reach Filth as Referee Brown is warning Filth. Oh! Tom Fury runs in with a good old fashion knee across Gaither’s spine! Gaither slingshots off the ropes and falls to the mat in pain.
Franks: Filth & Fury are playing to their strength here, Ray. They are a regular tag team while Jostrodomus and Gaither have never worked with each other before.
Quadros: And I’m sure if Joz has his way, he’ll never work with Gaither again! He’s got to be one of the most selfish bastards in the business.
Fury pulls up Gaither by the head and drops him with a snap suplex. Cover by Fury…1...2...KICK OUT! Tom Fury tags out to Matt Filth who steps in with a BIG elbow drop across Gaither’s chest! Filth with the cover now! 1...2...KICK OUT! Filth puts a boot to Gaither’s neck and starts to choke him! Referee Brown is in there…1! 2! 3! 4! Matt Filth steps off as Brown warns him. He smiles and steps on Gaither’s throat again! 1! 2! 3! 4! Samantha Teague is pounding the ring apron in anger as Matt Filth doesn’t want to play by the rules.
Filth pulls up Jack Gaither and clubs him across the back. Gaither throws a shot himself that rocks Filth. But the bigger Filth sends a stomp into Gaither’s midsection, doubling him over. Irish whip by Matt Filth and Gaither comes off the ropes…Black Blood KO! A powerful face first slam on the fly by Matt Filth has Gaither seeing stars. Cover by Filth as Joz looks ready to step into the ring…1...2...THR…KICK OUT by Gaither!
Franks: Jack Gaither is still in this match but he’s a little worse for wear at that moment.
Quadros: Look at Samantha Teague getting all flustered. I love it when she gets that way. Especially when she’s hardly dressed.
Jack Gaither is still stunned as he gets pulled up by Filth into a bear hug. He arcs his back in pain as Matt Filth tightens his meat hooks. Teague starts pounding on the ring apron, trying to will her man through the pain. He’s able to free his right arm from the hold…now his left arm. Matt Filth continues to squeeze tighter as the crowd is slowly starting to get behind Gaither. With a Mongolian chop, Gaither tries to squeeze the melon Matt Filth calls a head! Another Mongolian chop and this time Gaither squishes the ears! Filth releases the bear hug and Gaither falls to the mat!
Matt Filth reaches down to grab Gaither again but the crafty Gaither rolls away. He nips up and kicks Filth in the calf! Another kick! Another kick! Filth tries to shuck off the shots with a power clothesline! Ducked by Gaither! Forearm to the face by Gaither! Gaither tries a power slam but Matt Filth is too big…Gaither let’s go and clutches his lower back! Oh! This time Matt Filth plasters Jack Gaither with the clothesline!
Franks: Oh he got all of that one!
Quadros: That hurt my neck.
Adding insult to injury, Matt Filth starts stomping on Jack Gaither just because he can. He then looks towards Jostrodomus with a grin and shoots him the double finger salute. In comes an infuriated Jostrodomus but he gets cut off by Referee Sasha Brown! Matt Filth with a stiff atomic drop and holds Gaither in place! Here comes an illegal Tom Fury with a super kick right to the side of Gaither’s head! Tom Fury makes the cover as Filth checks out without a legal tag. Referee Brown takes her time restraining Joz but is able to come over for the cover! 1!…2!…THRE…NO! Jostrodomus breaks up the count!
An irate Joz starts kicking away at Tom Fury but once again, Referee Sasha Brown steps in his path! She ushers him towards his corner or be disqualified. He continues to argue with her as Tom Fury applies a seated Birmingham Crab that draws the ire of Jack Gaither. Referee Brown shoots in and asks Gaither if he wants to give up? NO! The pain is shooting down Gaither’s legs and up his spine as Tom Fury leans back even further! Samantha Teague starts pounding the ring apron, trying to will Gaither on!
Franks: Jack Gaither finds himself in a bad position now, Ray. Both Filth & Fury have had their way with him so far with solid attacks to the back, neck, and legs.
Quadros: Ha, look at Joz. His eyes are bugging out of his head because he can’t do anything.
Teague continues pounding the mat until her palms are red. Gaither powers himself up as the crowd starts getting into it. “Let’s go Gaither…let’s go!” Gaither starts crawling with Fury on his back. He powers up again just as Fury leans back for more pressure! “Let’s go Gaither…let’s go!” Teague keeps pounding the mat! Gaither reaches out!…He’s got the bottom rope! Referee Brown starts counting! 1! 2! 3! 4! Fury releases the hold and drops a knee across Gaither’s back! Fury pulls Gaither up for a suplex! NO! Gaither has both hands on the ropes! Fury starts smashing Gaither across the back to get him off the ropes! It works and Fury whips Gaither across the ring! On the rebound Gaither blasts Tom Fury in the face with a spinning wheel kick! Both men are down!
Referee Brown starts the count as both Joz and Filth are looking for a tag in. 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! Gaither starts crawling towards his corner to tag out! 8! Tom Fury is now up and holding his jaw. He grabs Gaither’s leg. Gaither powers to a knee! Swift enzuigiri by Gaither drops Fury! TAG OUT! In comes Jostrodomus as the crowd pops out of control! Here comes an illegal Matt Filth! Joz and Filth collide into a brawl in the center of the ring! Right hand by Joz! Left by Filth! Right by Joz! Left by Filth! Right hand! Right hand! Right hand! All by Joz as he rocks Filth back! European uppercut by Jostrodomus sends Matt Filth over the top rope and to the floor below!
Franks: Jostrodomus is cleaning house!
Joz catches Tom Fury as he’s just getting up. Release German suplex sends Tom Fury flying out of the ring! Joz slides out and finds himself face to face with Samantha Teague. She gets in the way so he picks her up and moves her, then pats her on the head. He runs over and knocks Matt Filth in the side of the head with a knee. Jostrodomus with a follow up bulldog that rams Filth’s head onto the floor! Here comes a wobbly Tom Fury with a wild clothesline to the back of Joz’s head…NO! Jack Gaither saved Joz with a drop kick off the top turnbuckle, turning Tom Fury inside out!
Franks: Gaither with the saving drop kick!
Quadros: Joz just may kill himself knowing Gaither saved his bacon. That’s the kind of guy he is.
Jostrodomus picks up Tom Fury and rams him into the ring apron with a shoulder block! Joz rolls Fury into the ring and makes the cover! 1!…2!…THRE…NO! KICK OUT! Jostrodomus yanks Fury up and executes a fisherman’s suplex! Another cover by Joz! 1!…2!…2.99931231!! Oh Jostrodomus is all upset with Sasha Brown’s counting. He tells her to get Aiden Miles’ cock off her mind and do her fuckin’ job! He’s waiting for Fury to get up now so he can finish this thing! Tom Fury starts to get to his feet and Jostrodomus grabs him for the #1 Stunner finisher!
NO! Matt Filth blasts Jostrodomus from behind for the save! He pushes Jostrodomus towards the ropes where he collects Joz with a spiral slam and puts on a camel clutch! Referee Brown starts counting because Filth is not the legal man! 1! 2! 3! OH! Tom Fury decides to put a low drop kick right into Jostrodomus’ prone chops! The crowd boos loudly as Filth leaves his brother to make the cover! 1!…2!…….THREE….NO! KICK OUT!!
Franks: Oh what a kick out by Jostrodomus! I thought he was out cold there!
Quadros: He’s still spitting up leather though. Nice kick, Fury!
Tom Fury pulls Jostrodomus up into a delayed vertical suplex! Fury tags out to Matt Filth. He drops a double stomp across Joz’s face. Gaither wants a tag in anyway he can get one! Filth pulls Joz up by the head and stretches him across the back of his knee. Jostrodomus tries to fight through the pain of the stretch but Filth let’s go to take a shot at his trachea! Jostrodomus starts rolling around on the mat holding his throat. Filth tags out to Tom Fury, who jumps off the top turnbuckle with a pinpoint leg drop across Joz’s throat! Scum Waster! Cover by Tom Fury for the win! 1!…2!…THRE…NO! Jack Gaither breaks it up!
Franks: Gaither saves the day!
Quadros: Oh that’s gotta be eating up Joz!
Referee Sasha Brown is pushing Jack Gaither back now as Samantha Teague cannot believe this is happening. Into the ring comes Matt Filth again! Both he and Fury pull up Jostrodomus and whip him towards the ropes! Joz comes off with a double clothesline, taking out both members of Filth & Fury! Jostrodomus falls backwards and TAGS in Jack Gaither!
Samantha Teague jumps for joy again as Gaither flies into the ring! Arm drag takedown on a rising Tom Fury! Flap jack into the illegal Matt Filth! Jack Gaither is up and runs towards the ropes! He bounces off with a jumping senton across Filth’s back! The crowd is going nuts as Tom Fury gets back up, only to be tossed again with an arm drag! Gaither is rolling as he heads to the top turnbuckle! He’s looking for the win here…NO! Tom Fury kicked Referee Sasha Brown into the ropes! Gaither loses his balance and falls back first onto the canvass!
Franks: Tom Fury has no class, Ray! He just kicked Referee Sasha Brown to save himself!
Quadros: I don’t condone hitting women by any means, Carl, but if knocking her down gives me the chance to see up her skirt, it’s all good. And guess what, it’s all good!
Tom Fury collects Jack Gaither and slams the jaw into his shoulder! FKO finishing move! Tom Fury makes the cover as the crowd boos! No count! Referee Sasha Brown is still down! Tom Fury can’t believe it as he personally counted to five in his head! He towers over Referee Brown now, berating her for not giving him the win!
Quadros: Not him again!
The crowd doesn’t know how to react as Brad Kane comes running out from the back with a steel chair in hand! He slides into the ring and cracks Tom Fury in the back of the head! CRACK! The crowd pops as Brad Kane is viciously banging that chair down on top of Tom Fury! Referee Sasha Brown is calling for the bell! DING! DING! DING! DING!
Ferdinand: As a result of disqualification, here are your winners…FILTH & FURY!
The crowd starts booing loudly now as Brad Kane stuck his nose in someone else’s business. Matt Filth looks to attack the chair wielding Kane from behind! NO! Jostrodomus spears Filth out of the ring! A pumped up Brad Kane quits smacking Fury with the chair because it’s broken now! He tosses Tom Fury over the top rope and starts marching around the ring! Matt Filth and Tom Fury start to make their way up the entrance ramp, staring back at Brad Kane, making threats the whole time. Brad Kane yells back and looks to give chase, but the unfortunate losers of his actions in Jostrodomus and Jack Gaither now stand in his way.
Franks: Uh-oh.
Quadros: Brad Kane is taking his personal war with Tom Fury a little too far, Carl. He went to bomb Germany but his missiles landed in France.
Jostrodomus and Jack Gaither begin having words with Brad Kane over what just happened. Kane attempts to apologize but it isn’t enough! Jostrodomus and Gaither double whip Kane to the ropes and pop him on the rebound with stereo elbows to the face! They then pick him up and toss him out of the ring as the crowd pops! Filth and Fury share a little chuckle as Brad Kane lands on the floor!
Franks: Brad Kane has had a rough night that’s for sure.
Jostrodomus and Jack Gaither look out of the ring as Brad Kane stumbles back against the barrier. Gaither raises his hand in the air for a high five from Jostrodomus. Joz says screw that and drops Jack Gaither on his backside with a #1 Stunner!! “Enemy” kicks back up as Jostrodomus roams around the ring in anger while the crowd gives him another pop!
Quadros: So much for teamwork, Carl.
Jiraiya Kaito vs. Aiden Miles
Written by: Andrew
(Nonpoints In The Air Tonight plays through the speaker system, as smoke fills around the entrance ramp, hovering a few centimeters above the ground. A platform slowly rises from under the ramp, as Aiden Miles stands with his arms outstretched, with his head hung, almost like a rock star pose. As the ramp connects with the platform, Aiden Miles slowly walks down. A black army style shirt, arms cut off, unbuttoned flaps a little in the wind from the smoke machines, as Miles reaches the ring, rolling under the bottom rope. )
(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.)
(Referee Steve Upshaw signals for the openeing bell, and the competitors slowly begin to circle the ring for a moment before Kaito lashes out with a spinning round kick to the face. Aiden ducks under this attack, and then shoots in for an attempted single leg takedown attempt; Kaito sprawls to thwart this attempt, and then cinches in a front chancery to his opponent. The Seiryu drives a couple of hard knees to the top of his opponent's head, but the Premiere Champion shakes off the effects of these blows and is eventually able to grab Kaito's left wrist and twist it behind his opponent's back with a grounded hammerlock. Before Kaito can think of a counter, The Standard then flips forward into a bridging hammerlock, arching back to apply as much pressure as he can to the submission attempt. Jiraiya yells out in pain and searches for a means of escape; Aiden has positioned himself properly so as to prevent the reversal, though, so Kaito finally decides to pull himself toward the ropes and grab onto the bottom strand before too much damage can be done.)
(Aiden watches Kaito climb back to his feet and shake out his arm, and then signals to his opponent his intention to engage in a test of stength. After a moment's pause, the Seiryu nods his head, and two eventually lock up into a double fingerlock. Kaito seems to be the stronger of the two, and is eventually able to power his opponent's shoulders toward the mat, but Miles bridges back to avoid being pinned and then rolls backward in order to apply a double wristlock. Jiraiya winces in pain, but keeps his cool as he drops onto his back and snap kicks his opponent in the arm. Now it's Aiden's turn to cringe as he takes a step backward and clucthes his arm; Kaito takes advantage of this by grabbing Miles' injured limb and twisting it into an armwringer. Jiriaya then attempts to take his opponent down into a fujiwara armbar, but Miles grapevines his opponent's leg to block the attempt, and then reverses into a Swinging Inverted Russian Legsweep! )
(Aiden's eyes go wide with excitement as he quickly rolls on top of his opponent in the hopes of gaining a quick pinfall:1....2....Kick Out! Undaunted, the Standard quickly pulls his opponent back to his feet and then stuns him with a series of forearm shivers that send his rival staggering back into the ropes. Grabbing him by the arm, Miles whips him into the opposite set of ropes and then catches him on the rebound and sends him flying with a Release Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex. The Standard scrambles to his feet and then ducks outside to the ring apron as he watches his disoriented foe wobble back to his feet. As soon as that happens, the Premiere Champion vaults onto the top rope and leaps off into a Springboard Stunner that connects perfectly! Miles quickly rolls him over and applies another cover: 1...2...THR-Kick Out!)
(Miles realizes that he needs to wear his opponent down further in order to secure the pinfall, but actually seems almost seems pleased about this fact as he hauls him back to his feet, applies a hammerlock, and then scoops him off the canvas into a hard bodyslam. Aiden then follows up on this move with a Flying Knee Drop off the ropes that catches the Seiryu flush on his injured shoulder, and then tries to inflict further damage to the arm by applying a step over armbar to his prone opponent. Kaito once again cries out in agony as he searches for a possible means of escape; once again, Miles has positioned himself properly, however, and since the two are in the center of the ring, it appears as though the Seiyru has no choice but to call it a night and tap out. Kaito shakes his head when the Upshaw asks if he wants to quit, but when Miles wrenches back on the submission hold, it appears as though Jiriaya is finally ready to contemplate the idea of submitting as his hand hovers off the mat...)
Aiden, eyes going wide: NO!
(With that, Aiden pulls Kaito back to his feet and wrenches down hard on the arm as he shouts "I'm NOT going to be satisfied with winning that easily!" Once again, the Standard wrenches the arm as he implores Kaito to "come on and fight!" Kaito obliges with a stiff forearm to the jaw, which allows him to reverse into a standing wristlock, but Miles performs a smooth roll through/handspring sequence that allows him to reverse into a standing wristlock of his own. Once again, Miles wrenches down on the arm and implores Kaito to fight; once again, Kaito obliges by performing a roll through of his own into a bridge. From this position, Kaito proceeds to snap kick his opponent hard in the arm, and then kips up to his feet with a look of murderous intensity in his eye!)
(Grabbing Miles by the arm that was just struck, Kaito twists it into an armwringer and then stomps down hard on his opponent's knee to force him into a kneeling position. A blistering knife edged chop to the chest follows this move, elictiting the obligatory "Whoo!" from the spectators! Another Chop connects, and then a third; Kaito then steps over his opponent's arm and clocks him hard in the face with a wicked shoot kick! THWACK! Miles collapses onto his back, and Jiraiya immediately applies a cross-armbreaker to his stricken opponent. Now it's Aiden's turn to cry out in pain as he searches for a possible means of escape; deadlifting Kaito off the mat, the Standard manages to carry him a couple of steps toward the ropes, allowing him to reach out and grab the bottom strand to force Kaito to release the submission attempt.)
(Kaito releases at "four" but doesn't allow his opponent any respite as he nails him with another shoot kick to Aiden's now-injured arm. The impact of this blow causes Miles to stumble into the ropes, and Kaito presses the advantage by whipping the Standard across the ring and then catches him on the way back and drives him down across his knee with an Inverted Atomic Drop! Jiraiya then races off the ropes and leaps into a Flying High Kick that catches Miles directly in the face and depsoits him onto his back, and then caps this move sequence with a Rolling Thunder Senton off the other set of ropes! Cover: 1....2....Th-Kick Out! Not wasting a moment, the Seiryu hauls Aiden back to his feet and then twists the injured arm into another armwringer before clocking him in the face with a Back Hook Kick! Miles crashes to the mat as if shot, and Kaito flips into a Standing Moonsault before applying a followup cover with the hook of the leg: 1....2.....THREE-Shoulder Up!)
(Kaito glares down at Miles for a moment and seems a bit surprised by his toughness , but manages to regain his composure by the time he pulls Aiden back to his feet. Leaping onto the second rope, Kaito twists off into a Tornado Single-Arm DDT, and then immdeiately transitions from this move into a Fujiwara Armbar. Once again, Miles screams out in pain, but shakes his head when Upshaw asks if he wants to quit, and desperately tries to maneuver his way toward the ropes to force a break of the hold. Kaito bridges back to exert more pressure on the hold, but Miles still won't tap; the official seems to contemplate stopping the match, but notes that Aiden is still making progress toward the strands and lets the match continue. After a couple of agonizingly long moments, the Standard is finally able to pull himself close enough where he's JUST able to reach out with his leg and drape it over the bottom strand!)
(Kaito releases the hold and stares at Miles in disbelief as the latter slumps in the corner, clucthing his injured limb. The Seiryu's face turns into a mask of anger as he proceeds to scrape the sole of his boot against his opponent's face a few times, before racing to the opposite set of ropes and leaping into a High-Elevation Hesitation Dropkick that catches Aiden flush in the face. Pulling his opponent up by the hair, Kaito then doubles him over with a knee to the gut and then lifts him upside down and drops him head-first to the mat with a thunderous Fisherman Buster! Rather then go for the cover, the Seiryu leaps to the top rope and then sails off into the Imploding Senton that serves as one of his best known finishers! THUMP! Kaito lands flush against his opponent's chest, causing Miles to let out a loud "oof!" upon impact!)
Franks: RYUKADUDAN!
Quadros: Miles is going to lose a match that by all rights he could have won early had he just allowed Kaito to submit! Serves him right!
(Kaito rolls over and hooks the leg on the ensuing cover, the beginnings of a smile flickering across his face as he obviously thinks this match has come to an end:
1.....................2.......................THREEEEEEEEEWAIT!
NO! SHOULDER UP! MILES GETS A SHOULDER UP AT 2.999999999999999999999!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kaito's smile disappears, and his mouth drops open in shock as he stares at Upshaw, who also seems a bit surprised as he holds up two fingers in response to the Seiryu's unspoken question. As the fans go ballistic, Kaito's face twists into a mask of rage and he draw his thumb across his throat as he watches Miles stagger drunkenly to his feet. Stepping forward, the Seiryu then attempts to take his opponent's head off with the K.O. Kikku high round kick...but somehow, someway, Miles is able to block this kick and latch onto his opponent's extended leg. In one fluid motion, the Standard then spins around, hoists his opponent onto his back, and then drops down into a Backback Stunner!)
(Both men remain down following that last exchange, and Upshaw goes about the business of tolling the obligatory ten count as the two men attempt to pull themselves to their feet. Both men make it to their knees and begin exhanging blows; Miles connects with a forearm, and Kaito retruns fire with a hard open handed slap to the chest! Miles with another forearm! Kaito responds with another open handed slap to the chest! Now the two of them are on their feet and trading blows with renewed vigor! Miles with another series of forearms, and kaito returns fire with an flurry of open handed strikes! Kaito tries to cap this sequence with a jump spinning roundhouse kick, but Aiden ducks and clocks the Seiryu with a European Uppercut! Kaito staggers backward a couple of steps, and Miles tries to whip him into the opposite set of strands! NO! Kaito reverses the whip and pulls Aiden into a Short-Arm STO! Cover: 1..........2.........THRE-Kick Out!)
(Kaito looks like he's had just about enough of Miles as he hauls him to his feet and lifts him over his shoulder, looking to finish matters off with the Tadome Da! But before he can connect with his Beach Break Piledriver, Miles shifts his weight and rolls into an attempted Sunset Flip! Kaito manages to remain standing, and then leaps up and attempts to double stomp The Standard in the chest. NO! Miles just manges to roll out of the way and emerges standing behind his opponent; before Kaito can react, Miles grabs him around the waist and rolls him up from behind- but instead of going for the pin, the Premiere Champion rolls through into a German Suplex that folds the Seiryu in half upon impact when he hits the canvas!)
(Miles lets out a loud war cry as he makes his way over to where Kaito lies, and dives on top of him for the cover: 1.....2.....T-Kick Out! Aiden doesn't seem fazed by his opponent's kick out, and simply pulls him back to his feet and then plants him head first into the mat with a Snap Legsweep DDT, before rolling backward on top of him for another cover: 1........2.......THR-Another Kick Out! The Premiere Champion takes a deep breath as he doubles his opponent over with a kick to the gut, and then lifts him upside down before planting him with a Cradle Pildedriver! Another cover, with the hook of the leg! 1...........2...........THREEEEEENOOOOOOOOO! Kaito gets a shoulder up! Kaito's still in this match! Miles shakes his head, and slams the mat in frustration; but he quickly reagins his composure as he climbs to the top rope and waits for his opponent to rise off the mat. As soon as that occurs, Aiden leaps off into a Missile Dropkick that catches him square in the face! Kaito crashes to the mat, and Aiden follows up with the Springboard Corkscrew Senton that he refers to as Air Miles! COVER! 1.......................2.......................THREEEEEEEENOOOOOOO! Kaito kicks out once again!)
(Miles lets out a loud battle cry as he pulls Kaito back to his feet and draws his thumb across his throat as he sets him up for the Capture Suplex Backbreaker that he calls The Crash Landing! Miles lifts Kaito into the air....and the Seiryu is somehow able to reverse into a Rana! More suprised than hurt, Miles scrambles back to his feet...only to be clocked in the face with a K.O. Kikku!!! The Premiere Champion hits the mat as if shot, and Kaito drops to his knees and then flops on top of his opponent, looking exhausted...but relieved to have won the match: 1...................2.....................THREEEEENOOOO! Miles Kick out at 2.9!!!!Looking more than a little upset, Kaito pulls Miles to a seated position by the hair, and just UNLOADS with a sick shoot kick to the chest, followed by another shoot kick to the small of the back, followed by a wicked spinning buzzsaw kick to the back of the head! Kaito isn't done yet, though...he pulls Miles back up to a seated position again and leaps up into a High Elevation Hesitation Dropkick that connects flush in the back of the head before finally applying a cover: 1.................2...............THREEEEEEEEEEWAIIIIIT! ARE YOU KIDDING!? MILES KICKS OUT AGAIN!)
(Kaito slams the mat in frustration and stares up into the rafters in disbelief before turning his attention back to his opponent. Hauling Miles back to his feet, Kaito doubles him over and hoists him up into a Fisherman Buster that drops him head first onto the mat! Keeping a hold of The Standard, Kaito rolls him back to his feet, and executes a second Fisherman Buster! Once again, Kaito rolls his opponent back to his feet, and then sends him spinning to the mat with a nasty Fisherman Neckbreaker! Kaito then applies the cover, making certain to hook the leg: 1................2................THREEEEEEEEEEENO WAY! MILES GETS A SHOULDER OFF THE MAT AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SPLIT SECOND! As the crowd goes absolutely MOLTEN, Kaito lets out a roar of frustration as he stares down at his stricken opponent; after taking a deep, deep breath to regain his cool, Jiraiya pulls his opponent back to his feet and lifts him up once again, looking to connect with his vaunted Beach Break Piledriver! THUMP! The move connects, driving Miles head-first into the mat!)
Franks: TADOME DA!!!!!
Quadros: This HAS to be it!
(Kaito rolls over, and applies what everyone in the building KNOWS is the final cover of the match:
ONE.........................................TWO...................................THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.......
WAIT! WAIT! FOOT ON THE ROPES! FOOT ON THE ROPES!
As the crowd lets out a MASSIVE respect pop and then ratchets up the volume level to levels that could only be considered "deafening", Kaito lets out a loud groan of frustration and anger and then climbs up and begins to bicker with Upshaw over whether his opponent actually was able to get his foot onto the rope in time, and about the speed of his count in general. The Seiryu seems so intent upon making this point that he fails to notice that Miles has manged to climb to his knees, and pays for this lapse in concentration when Miles rolls him up from behind for a pinfall attempt of his own: 1.........2........THREEEENO! Kick Out at 2.9999999!!! An infuriated Kaito charges at Miles, who uses his momentum to take him down into a Drop Toehold before taking him over into a Magistral Cradle: 1.............2...........THREEEEEEEEEEEENOOOOO! Another close near fall as Kaito is JUST able to kick out of the pinning combination!)
(Both men scramble back to their feet at roughly the same time; Miles is up just a little bit faster and takes advantage by clocking his opponent in the face with a Running Palm Strike! Kaito reels into the nearest corner and Miles leaps toward his him with an attempted Stinger Splash! NO! Kaito catches him on the way in with a Flash Kick causing Miles to stagger backward. With a loud battle cry, Kaito races forward and nails him with a Running Front Flip Legsweep DDT! JIENDO! JIEDO! Kaito seems to contemplate going for the cover, but then decides to haul Miles back to his feet, and then nails him with a SECOND Jiendo for good meausre before applying the cover, and hooking both legs in the process:
ONE............................................................. TWO.................................................... THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
*DING DING DING!*
Fredinand: Here is your winner..............., "THE SEIRYU", JIRAIYA KAITO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(As the crowd gives the two men a thunderous standing ovation, Kaito simply sits in the corner, and shakes his head as he stares down at the Premiere Champion as the official leans down to check on his condition. Eventually, Kaito climbs to the second rope to bask in the fans reactions, but seems a bit non-plussed about the fact that just about as many of the fans are chanting his opponent's name as his.)
How?
Written by: Okori & Andrew
As Terminus stretches in his locker room, getting ready for his main event tag team match with Jason Sandman against Captain Howdy and the Butcher, the “New Age Punisher” and his long—time confidante Natalie are interrupted from their final preparations by a knock on their locker room door. Growling underneath her breath as she goes to get it Natalie is stunned when on the other side of the door stands Nighthawk, a pensive expression on his face as he holds a small manila envelope barely big enough to fit nothing more than a receipt in. Tossing a white towel to Terminus as the “Wrestling Machine” immediately sees that his friend and competitive rival still does not have his mask on at this moment.
Terminus, holding the white towel down over his face as a sign of respect: “To what, pray tell, do I happen to owe this pleasure? As you can tell I'm getting ready for a rather important tag team match, so, no offense, but I don't think that it's a great time to discuss Wrestle Factory protocol.”
Nighthawk: “It’s not that Evan. I… I know who supplied Ryan with his weaponry.”
Terminus: “What!? What do you know?”
Nighthawk: “I always try to come in early to get some extra ring time before the show. Try to work on things you know? Well usually I have to clear it with Ryan, because he’s the agent in charge of security. Well today… when I got to see him… he had a seal sitting on his desk. And if I know anything about that seal it’s where it comes from. Wladimir Nazarov. If I was you Evan I'd tread lightly from here on in. Wladimir killed my friend Viktor, and he has no scruples about doing it to anyone… Anyone… you love.”
Terminus takes a deep breath, while Natalie's mouth drops open as she stares wide eyed at the Wrestling Machine.
Natalie: Are you absolutely certain of this, Tristan?
Nighthawk: Dead certain.
Terminus, nodding: I see. Thank you for informing me of this, my friend. If you'll excuse me, however, I really should prepare for the match.
Nighthawk: Of course.
Nighthawk nods in the couple's direction, and then heads toward the door. After he's about the exit through the doorway, he turns back and offers one final comment before leaving.
Nighthawk: Remember what I said...
With that, the Wrestling Machine exits the room, closing the door behind him.
Tag Team War
Terminus & Jason Sandman vs. Captain Howdy & The Butcher
Written by: Jonn
Franks: We’re finally down to the main event of the evening folks! In what is slightly unexpected and even more warped. Jason Sandman and Terminus, who know each other better than just about any two individuals out there are set to take on the unlikely, but equally dangerous Captain Howdy and our Commish.. The Butcher!
Quadros: I have a feeling that this match is going to be great Carl! I don’t know what it is in the air tonight, but I’ve got a feeling this one could turn violent in a hurry! I absolutely love it!
Franks: You’re right about that feeling Carl! Captain Howdy might be smiling on the outside after Bad Moon Rising, but you know he can’t be happy about seeing that belt around the waist of Terminus and not his own!
Quadros: Everyone knows Terminus doesn’t actually deserve to wear the belt. Captain Howdy had the match in the proverbial bag, but Terminus came in and stole it like a thief in the night! Captain Howdy will get his revenge no doubt!
Franks: With the way this night has been going so far, you never know. Not only does this match feature those two’s brewing war coming on the horizon, but we’re also going to see The Butcher and Jason Sandman go at it one more time! They certainly didn’t disappoint at Bad Moon Rising and I expect nothing less here tonight.
Quadros: Both of these two gentlemen have noggins like steel. You can pound and pound on them, but unless you got something that’s going to be harder than that, don’t expect to get anywhere… which of course means lots of blood!
Franks: That’s just sick Ray. It’s time to send this one down to the ring. Take it away Freddy!
Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen. The following contest is a tag team war match up and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing the first opponent, weighing in at 295 lbs. and hailing from Norfolk, Virginia. He is the “Crippler”… Jason Sandman!!!
(“Live Your Way comes on speakers and as it begins Deal With It Bitch Productions Presents logo come on the Teletron. When the opening words are heard the name of Jason Sandman shows up on the teletron. Jason Sandman comes out of the entranceway and as he raises his Singapore cane and a steel chair wrapped in barbwire in the air. 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.”)
Ferdinand: And his tag team partner for the evening. Weighing in at 190 lbs. He currently resides in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada. Here is your Premiere Wrestling Alliance World Heavyweight Champion… Terminus!!!
(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. Terminus raises the World Championship above his head for all the world to see! 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: I’m sure having these two come out first was a tactical decision by our Commissioner. In my humble opinion, the World Champion should be the featured attraction and thus the last man to come out!
Quadros: Oh get your panties out of a bunch Carl! Of course Butcher is doing that! He’s got the power to decide who comes in when and how. Besides, what’s the big deal about who comes out first?!
Franks: It’s a matter of respect Ray. Butcher is more or less spitting on Terminus and that is not fair when a man abuses his power.
Quadros: Boohoo. Get over it! When Butcher and Terminus last hooked up in a wrestling ring, who ended up winning the match? The Butcher! Now shut up and let’s get this match underway before you drown us out with your waterworks!
Ferdinand: Now introducing their opponents. Weighing in at 270 lbs and hailing from Harlem, New York. He is the Premiere Wrestling Alliance Commissioner… The Butcher!!!
(“Nutshell” by Alice In Chains kicks up with The Butcher standing at the top of the rampway! He’s holding in his hand, some unusual brown, duffle bag as he slowly starts to make his way down to the ring with a smug smile on his face. He stops short of the ring and quickly takes a look around the arena. Everyone’s eyes, including the two men in the ring! In his other hand, he holds a microphone that he raises slowly to his lips. He waits until the music dies down before he speaks.)
The Butcher: I’ve given this match a lot of thought guys and well, I don’t think any old match would do. So with my pull around here, I’ve decided to change the stipulation of this matchup! No longer is it just a standard match, but now it’s Tornado style rules.
(Terminus and Sandman look at each other and then shrug. No big deal to them.)
The Butcher: Oh and one more thing. It’s also a Weapons match!
(The Butcher looks down at his duffle bag, which no doubt contains all kinds of wonderful goodies. Terminus and Jason Sandman slide out of the ring on the opposite side of where Butcher is standing. They throw up the ring covering and start grabbing at whatever they can. You know how it is. All sorts of weapons that don’t belong under a ring always seem to find themselves there. A ladder. A steel chair. A table. Sledgehammer!)
Ferdinand: And The Butcher’s tag team partner. Weighing in at 254 lbs. and making his way from who the hell knows where. Here is.. Captain Howdy!!!
(“Captain Howdy” by Twisted Sister hits the PA system as everyone begins to expect Captain Howdy to appear at the top of the ramp as he usually does. BEEP BEEP BEEP!! Off to the side of the ramp, a dump truck begins to make it’s way towards the ring. Captain Howdy is standing in the back of it with a big toothy grin! Under his feet are weapons after weapons that he no doubt intends to use tonight! The Butcher moves out of the way as the truck backs within five to six feet of the ring! Out of the bag, The Butcher takes out a St. Lious Rams football helmet! Captain Howdy deliberately bends down slowly and surely to pick up a couple of light tubes, caressing them with care.)
Franks: Looks like Captain Howdy had an idea that The Butcher was already going to change match stipulations!
Quadros: I’m telling you Carl, this match is tickling me pink! I don’t think any of these men like to give in and that’s going to make for all the more interesting of a match!
Franks: I’m being told that extra EMT’s and medical staff are waiting just behind the curtain should anything happen that may be life threatening.
Quadros: Definitely going to need them tonight! I’m telling you Carl, I’m drooling already and the bell hasn’t rung yet!
Franks: We’re not going to have to wait anymore cause the referee is signaling for the bell right now!
DING DING DING!
(The match is underway as all four men make their way into the ring at the same time. Captain Howdy and The Butcher charge Terminus and Jason Sandman simultaneously, Terminus ducks underneath the swing of the light tube by Captain Howdy. Jason Sandman sidesteps The Butcher as he brings the helmet down with an overhead swing that narrowly misses! As Captain Howdy and The Butcher turn around… CRACK! The Butcher is nailed over the head with a Singapore Cane! Captain Howdy has a steel chair molded to his head complimentary of Terminus! Captain Howdy drops to both knees clearly stunned. The Butcher isn’t nearly as stunned, but that doesn’t fare him any better as Jason Sandman takes the dull end of the kendo stick and jams it into the gut of The Butcher. Terminus comes over and slams his steel chair across the back of the Commissioner! Butcher drops down and Jason Sandman rolls him over going for the pin attempt. 1………. 2…….. THRE- NO! The Butcher manages to get a shoulder up in time!)
Quadros: Our Commissioner can take a lot of punishment, but he’s going to have to get himself out of this precarious situation!
Franks: It’s really Butcher’s own fault for asking for this type of match in the first place. He wanted to throw Jason Sandman and Terminus off guard, but right now.. it look’s like he is the one who doesn’t know what’s going on!
Quadros: He might be in a bad spot, but I for one know that Butcher can turn this into a blood bath in a matter of moments.
Franks: I think that could be said for every single superstar out there tonight. Terminus might not have the height and weight of his counterparts, but he seems to always be a mystery in the ring! Jason Sandman as we know is one of the most maniacal beings to ever step foot into a ring. Captain Howdy is pure evil and will stop at nothing to demolish his opponents and then let’s not forget about the Butcher. Jimmy Cortez has fought in some of the most bloody matches ever witnessed, like the match named after him.. the Butch Match!
Quadros: When you combine all four of those ingredients, it’s a recipe for disaster!
(Terminus slides out of the ring as Jason Sandman puts the boots to The Butcher. On the outside of the ring, Terminus picks up a table and slides it back into the squared circle. Setting it up in the closest corner, Jason Sandman helps The Butcher to his feet and then Irish Whips him into the same corner. SMASH! The Butcher barrels into the corner and slumps down. Jason Sandman drags him out of the corner and goes for a pin attempt. 1…… 2…….. THRE- NO! The Butcher manages to get a shoulder up! Terminus takes his turn and helps The Butcher up to his feet. DDT onto a steel chair! The Butcher is cut open on the forehead as blood begins to drip down his face. Rolled over and Terminus confidently goes for the pin attempt. The referee drops down and starts the three count! 1……. 2……... THRE- NO! Butcher reaches down deep and finds a little more life! Butcher is helped to his feet one more time and simultaneously, Terminus and Jason Sandman send him into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Butcher bounces off and manages to duck a Double Clothesline! He huffs and puffs his way to the opposite side of the ring and bounces off those ropes as well. Butcher grunts it out and surprises Jason Sandman and Terminus with his unexpected speed. Double Clothesline on both men! Terminus the first back up and Butcher has already retrieved something from his duffle bag. A lava lamp! CRACK! Butcher shatters the lava lamp into hundreds of pieces across the skull of Terminus! He turns around to look for Jason Sandman… BAM! Jason Sandman also has been digging around in the Butcher’s duffle bag as he cracks a dead cat with a tire imprint across it’s belly over The Butcher’s face! The Butcher down to the ground trying to get the foul odor off his face! Jason Sandman grabs the cat by the head and jams it into the Butcher’s mouth!!!!! While The Butcher is trying to get decayed animal out of his face, Jason Sandman drops down for the three count. 1……. 2…….. THRE- NO! Captain Howdy makes the save!)
Franks: I’ve never seen anything like that in my entire career. I’ve seen dildo on a pole matches, triple cage matches and even someone using a monkey as a distraction… but never road kill as a weapon!
Quadros: I’ve got to admit I was kind of rooting against Sandman and Terminus tonight, but after seeing that my night is made! That was freaking awesome!
Franks: It was one of the most vile acts I’ve ever seen in my entire career. The first question that plagues my mind is, “why did The Butcher have a dead cat in his duffle bag”?
Quadros: Why do ATM drivethru’s have Braille? Why do afros stick up in the air so high? Some questions are just better left unanswered Carl. All that matters is that one hell of a show is being put on for us and we’re up close and live to witness it!
Franks: Wish we weren’t so close because that smell is disgusting!
(Captain Howdy has the light tube in hand as he waits for Sandman to get up. Sandman gets up to his feet upset his pin attempt was interrupted, turns around and WHACK! Light tube shatters into millions of pieces as blood is instantly flowing all across Sandman’s forehead, but he manages to stay on his feet! While Sandman is dazed, Captain Howdy leaps out of the ring and into his dump truck full of goodies. There’s a wooden bench, traffic cone, ping pong paddle and countless other weapons that he has to choose from. He grabs the unlikeliest of them all as he picks up a prosthetic leg! Back into the ring and he begins beating Jason Sandman with the leg! Prosthetic knee to the face of the Crippler! Terminus up on all fours and Captain Howdy comes down with a prosthetic foot stomp! Back to Sandman and he brings the prosthetic leg down across Jason Sandman’s throat! Prosthetic Leg Drop! Howdy back to his dump truck and canoe paddle and back in. SMACK! BAM! BOOM! CRACK! Almost like an old Batman series episode! Jason Sandman is bleeding from everywhere and instead of dropping down for the pin, Captain Howdy is laughing like a drunken hyena! He even drops down to all fours and then starts rolling around in the blood that is pooling around Sandman’s head! He even stops to taste it while still laughing!)
Quadros: I love it Carl! When was the last time you saw anyone do that?! Hmm.
Franks: I think you can say that about this entire match! A dead cat, a prosthetic leg and now Captain Howdy rolling around in blood like a deranged lunatic! What more can happen?!
Quadros: That’s exactly what Captain Howdy is Carl! Everyone should know that by now, but he’s a genius at the same time! Not to mention, by that smile on his face you can tell he loves to do what he is doing!
Franks: He might love what he is doing, but I don’t think anyone else does! Besides you of course.
Quadros: Are you insane?! There are hundreds of thousands of crazy people out there who happen to find Captain Howdy to be the perfect role model! Give him a chance and he might be yours too.
Franks: No thanks. I’ll go ahead and stick to being behind this desk and not following him to some kind of crazy suicide ceremony!
Quadros: Captain Howdy is nothing like that and you should be ashamed to accuse him of something like that!
(Butcher has finally managed to get the dead cat out of his mouth and is sitting in one of the corners vomiting at the moment! Terminus is up to one knee and sees that Captain Howdy isn’t aware of him! Captain Howdy helps Jason Sandman up to his feet and then feels a tap on his shoulder. He spins around and receives a ladder to the face! Captain Howdy staggers back to the ropes as blood begins to trickle down a cut made on his forehead. Now all four men are bleeding! Terminus tosses the ladder and it crushes into Captain Howdy’s chest! Captain Howdy bends over as the ladder hits the canvas. Terminus rushes towards his opponent, jumps up, places both knees on the back of Captain Howdy’s head and then drives him down into the unforgiving, metal ladder! Blood squirts everywhere as Captain Howdy’s face is bleeding from multiple cuts! Terminus rolls him off of the ladder and onto his back. He hooks a leg and goes for the pin attempt! 1……. 2……… THREE! Terminus and Jason Sandman have wo… NO! Captain Howdy somehow manages to get a foot on the ropes!)
Franks: I might disagree with what motivates Captain Howdy, but he is showing real guts out there by somehow getting this match to continue on! Especially after that ladder shot by Terminus!
Quadros: I didn’t think Terminus had it in him, but he’s really causing some bloodshed out here tonight. He seems to flip flop from good to bad then bad to good and then good to bad again, but he is adding to the excitement of this match!
Franks: Indeed he is and is showing why he is wearing the most prestigious gold out there. Terminus may lack size, but he sure has a big heart.
Quadros: Ah man. Now I’m going to have to go and hate him again because of that dumb comment. I always hate hearing how some guy has “heart”. In this business all you need is to be the better man that night. None of that “he has heart” crap!
Franks: Terminus drives himself to be the best in the business so even if he had no heart, which would be enough to put him in the position he is in.
Quadros: See after you said that, I don’t hate him as much anymore.
(Terminus up to his feet as he begins to stomp on Captain Howdy who has enough in him to roll himself out of the ring! Terminus up the turnbuckles of the closest corner and jumps off landing a beautiful Moonsault all the way down to the ringside floor onto Captain Howdy! Terminus takes a moment to get up and then seeing everyone is still dazed takes the time to go give a kiss to his scrumptious woman! He takes a moment to admire his belt and then slides back into the ring. Butcher is finally up to a standing position in his corner. Jason Sandman is up to a sitting position leaning on the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Terminus spots The Butcher who takes a few steps forward. Terminus rushes him and Butcher surprises him with a totally unexpected Drop Toe Hold as he steps to the side! Terminus lands into The Butcher’s vomit face first! Terminus is instantly writhing in agony as Butcher helps him up and then drops him down into the vomit yet again with a Tilt-A-Whirl Slam! Butcher isn’t done yet as he helps Terminus up one more time and signals the end! DOWNTOWN DROP! Butcher covers up Terminus! 1……….. 2……….. THREE! NO! Jason Sandman in at the last second to break it up! The match will continue on!)
Quadros: AHAHAHAHA! That’s the icing on the cake Carl! Add vomit to all the wonderful things that have happened tonight!
Franks: That was nearly as disgusting as the cat! I can’t believe this has happened. Surely nothing else gross or disgusting can happen tonight.
Quadros: I can’t see what else Captain Howdy brought down to the ring with him in that dumptruck of his, but knowing him.. it could be anything!
Franks: I think I see a toilet seat in there! I don’t even want to know where that came from! And is that a kitchen sink I see in there Ray?!
Quadros: Why I think it is! He brought everything didn’t he! Hahahaha!! I also see a tennis racket! This match has everything Carl and I mean everything! Couldn’t have asked for anything more!
Franks: Well at any rate, The Butcher nearly came away with a stunning victory over the Champion! That would really set off some fireworks wouldn’t it?
Quadros: Anything that happens tonight is going to set off fireworks! We’ve got the most amazing match in existence and we owe it to our fantastic Commissioner, The Butcher!
Franks: I don’t know. This match is making me queasy!
(Jason Sandman yanks The Butcher up from behind and applies a Full Nelson. He goes for a Full Nelson Slam, but The Butcher doesn’t allow it! He uses on of his legs and kicks back nailing Sandman in the knee cap! Sandman let’s go and drops down to one knee! The Butcher spins around and connects with a hard right! Sandman is rocked but somehow manages to make it to his feet anyways! Sandman counters with a hard right of his own! Butcher delivers another hard right! Jason Sandman takes it and then sends The Butcher for a loop with a massive Headbutt! Butcher down and Sandman takes the opportunity to go take a peek in Captain Howdy’s dump truck full of toys! He finally chooses a taser and keyboard! Butcher coming to and finds himself close to his duffle bag. He digs in and grabs a hard, moldy loaf of bread and a staple gun! Captain Howdy has rolled into the ring but still out of it. Jason Sandman back into the ring and struggling up to his feet! He slams the keyboard over the back of The Butcher! The Butcher counters with the rock solid loaf of bread as he gets up to a standing position. Sandman takes the taser and plunges it into The Butcher’s gut! He gets a shock that almost sends him off of his feet, but he forces Sandman off of him with the staple gun! The Butcher is stapling Sandman across the forehead! The two drop their weapons and start pounding it out the old fashioned way. Sending themselves over the ropes, they make their way up the ramp and towards the backstage. Captain Howdy up and makes his way to his dump truck. He comes up with a toilet tank lid! Terminus yielding a steel pipe that Captain Howdy doesn’t see! Captain Howdy back in the ring with Terminus on both knees. Terminus suddenly jumps up and attempts to nail Captain Howdy across the head… he dodges and the referee is right behind him. Out cold! Terminus spins around and swings the steel pipe in Captain Howdy’s direction. DOUBLE SMACK! Captain Howdy and Terminus nail each other at the same time! Blood is everywhere! BOOM! An explosion happens somewhere right behind the curtain as video shows The Butcher with Jason Sandman in a headlock and directly behind them… a propane tank has exploded and on fire! The entrance to the arena is blocked!)
Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen. This match has been thrown out and there is no winner of the match!
Franks: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m getting word that this match has been ruled a no contest due to significant damage to the referee and no one being able to get out here to see this match continue on! This is pure and total mayhem!
Quadros: How in the hell did they make a propane tank explode?! Wait we’re getting more footage from the fight still going on backstage!!
(The Butcher has a pot of hot coffee and slams it across the head of the Crippler! He screams in pain with the skin all over his face growing red from the hot coffee! The Butcher drags Jason Sandman over to a sink and turns on the hot water full blast! Sandman goes down low and punches The Butcher in the testicles! Butcher bent down and Jason Sandman shoves his head into the hot water! He yanks off the faucet pipe as hot water starts spurting everywhere and starts beating Butcher with it! Security on the scene as they rip the two men away from each other… both in obvious pain!)
Franks: Thank goodness we got our guys to them or they might of killed each other!
Quadros: This might be the greatest match of all time Carl! The greatest!
Franks: I’m just glad it’s over and hope no one suffered too many injuries.
Quadros: Who cares? It was entertaining to watch on so many different levels!
Franks: Looked more like some kind of hippie circus more than anything!
Blood Will Be On Your Hands
Written by: Paul & Neil
As the main event comes to an end The Butcher heads for the back, but as he gets to the top of the ramp he hears a whistle come through the speakers. Butcher turns around and sees Jason Sandman staring a hole through him. Butcher looks back at Sandman and just laughs before heading up the ramp again. Sandman has a pissed off look on his face as he sees his opponent leave.
Jason: And there he goes folks. Once again the Extreme Legend proves that his legend died along with TNW.
The Commissioner looks to be annoyed as he asks for a microphone. A PWA stagehand steps out and gives him on.
The Butcher: My legend still lives, Sandman. But don't you worry, maybe you'll have one of your own someday...
Jason: Maybe I will and maybe I won’t, but even if I ain’t remembered for anything else people will always associate the name Jason Sandman with the murderer of James Cortez.
The Butcher: I grow tired of your threats, Sandman. I met you in the ring tonight. I made you bleed, you made me bleed. Let's call it even. Go find someone else to make your name worthwhile.
Jason: Thought about that, but Cortez there is just something about you that says drain my blood Sandman. I want you to be my assassin. Well I will grant your wishes, now come down here so we can begin.
The Butcher shakes his head as the crowd tries to urge him back into the ring.
The Butcher: You had your chance all ready, Sandman. I gave you more of my blood tonight than you ever deserved. I won't be baited by your words when I all ready know you can't live up to them.
Jason: Well if I can’t back them up then why don’t you come and shut me up or would you rather just go sit behind your desk and lose any ounce of credibility you still had up.
The Butcher: I'm onto new challenges, Sandman. Right now, you're on the bottom of my list.
With that the Commissioner looks to head backstage.
An evil smile forms on Jason’s face.
The Angel: Go ahead and walk away Cortez, but if you do she will die before you can make it to your office.
The Commissioner stops in his tracks and looks back.
The Butcher: What did you say?
Evil laughter comes from The Angel.
The Angel: If you walk to the back I promise you her blood will be on your hands and soon enough all over your desk.
A sneer begins to form over the Commissioner's face as he is now listening more intently.
The Butcher: Who's blood?
The Angel: Just a woman that happened to be in the wrong place at the right time. As I pulled her away from your office all she could do was scream your name in hopes you could save her, but as usual you failed her and soon enough you may kill her.
The Butcher: Bullshit!
Jason: If you want to call my bull shit then why don’t you take a look at the screen?
The Butcher looks up at the screen as almost as soon as his eyes focus in an image of Nikki Cortez tied up shows up on the screen.
The Butcher: God damn it, Sandman! Where is she?! Let her go! She has nothing to do with this!
The Angel: She has everything to do with this. After all it was her betrayal that caused us to first cross each others path. Now walk away Cortez so I can do what you have wanted to do and never had the fortitude to do.
The Butcher: You want me, Sandman? You've got me. But so help you God if she is harmed in anyway, I promise, you'll live long enough to regret it! Now, let her go!
The Angel: Come down to the ring next week and we will discuss your final destruction. Fail to do so and the world will witness your wife’s graphic death.
The Butcher has finally heard enough and quickly runs down to the ring. After sliding in under the ropes The Butcher stands up and attempts to make a dive at Sandman, but as he gets into the air the lights go down. After a minute the lights come back up and only The Butcher is left in the ring.
The Butcher: SANDMAN!!!!
The screen lights back up with The Angel standing behind Nikki Cortez. The Angel smiles his evil smile as The Butcher is losing his mind in the ring.
The Angel: One week until you learn your death sentence. Until then Cortez remember this image.
The Angel pulls Nikki Cortez back by her hair before shoving his tongue into her mouth. He then lets go of her hair and holds her face directly towards the camera.
The Angel: I can see what you like about this one Cortez. It would be a shame if something happened to this body. Maybe I will explore it later. See you next week.
The Butcher is left in the ring going ballistic and as The Angel laughs the show comes to an end.
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