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Violation 44 Sunday, October 26th, 2008 Allen Fieldhouse in Lawrence, Kansas Broken, Humiliated, and Paralyzed Written by: Paul & Neil The Violation video package begins to play as the Premiere Wrestling Alliance is LIVE! With each drum beat shows a power move from one wrestler onto another. Fire with a belly-to-belly suplex on Dan Manheim. Kaito with a bitch slap to Tom Fury. Tom Fury nailing Brad Kane in the face with a chair shot. Captain Howdy with a submission hold on the bleeding Jake Keeton. Jason Sandman putting the Commissioner through a flaming table. Nighthawk hitting a release suplex on Alex Legend. Jostrodomus with a #1 Stunner on Jack Gaither. And Terminus defeating Captain Howdy for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship. Then the red, white, and blue pyrotechnics fly into the air inside the Allen Fieldhouse. The crowd is going nuts as the show is about to begin. The camera pans down to the famous commentating duo of Carl Franks and Ray Quadros. Franks: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to another edition of Violation! The fallout from Bad Moon Rising continues into another week as we prepare for Redemption II! Quadros: Judging by what happened last week, Carl, this should be another great show. Franks: Tonight in the main event, Alex Legend and Nighthawk will square off in their 3rd and final match of a best of three series. And this time the vacant Light Heavyweight Championship is on the line! Quadros: Also on the show… Before Ray Quadros can even continue, “Nutshell” by Alice in Chains kicks up as Commissioner Butcher steps out from the back in a black and white pinstripe suit. He heads down to the ring with a look of disgust on his face as the crowd gives him a mixed reaction. Freddy Ferdinand is quick to hand him a microphone and leaves the ring. The Butcher: Cut the music! This is no time for high production wrestling shows. I only want one thing tonight, and Jason Sandman, I want your ass down in this ring right now! Franks: Looks like we’re going to get off to a bang, Ray. Last week we were left with a disturbing scene of Jason Sandman backstage somewhere with the Commissioner’s wife all tied up! Quadros: Ex-wife! The Commissioner has no shame. People want to see a wrestling show, not watch him try to smooth things over with a woman who’s too good for him! The Butcher stands waiting in the ring and after a few moments finally gets a response. Voice: Evening Cortez. The Butcher stares down at the entrance ramp, but doesn’t see any sign of Jason Sandman. The Butcher: Get down here, Sandman! And bring my wife with you! The sound of laughter echoes throughout the arena. Voice: But you’re hardly in any kind of position to be making demands Cortez. After all you’re the one with all to lose and nothing to gain. I keep her; she is out of your life. I release her; she goes into the arms of London. Either way I think it’s safe to say, you lose. The Commissioner starts pacing around the ring and anger, looking up towards the ceiling where the voice is coming from. The Butcher: You keep her out of this, Sandman! This is between you and me. You wanted my attention, now you’ve got it. So come out here and we can settle this… Voice: You just don’t get the point, do you? You keep demanding my attention like you think you have any kind of say about this situation. Now please shut your god damn mouth or I promise you that you won’t be able to move without walking in either your blood or your lovely wife’s. The Commissioner snarls as he finds himself backed into a corner with no control over the situation. The Butcher: What do you want, Sandman? Sandman laughs. Voice: You broken, humiliated and if all possible paralyzed for the rest of your hollow existence. The Butcher begins to shake with anger as he drops the microphone. He then rips his jacket off, throwing it into the crowd. Off comes the tie and the dress shirt as he paces around the ring, showing off the scars and burns he’s earn over the years inside of the ring. The Butcher: Your words will do no such thing to me, Sandman. I’ve heard the threats before. You’ll have to earn what you watch around here with me. So unless you plan on talking me into an early grave, I suggest you come down to this ring and let these fans witness you breaking me tonight! Voice: You’re lips may say come get me, but in your heart you know that you would crumble within seconds. You wouldn’t make for a worthy kill and I am looking to kill a legend that might actually be worth a damn. So I will let you sweat until Redemption two. Give you time to prepare for your match and get your affairs in order. Because what I have planned for you won’t be for the weak at heart. The voice starts laughing as Sandman continues not to be seen. The Commissioner starts to go nuts in the ring as it appears Jason Sandman will not be coming out tonight. The infuriated Butcher leaves the ring and heads backstage as the laughter begins to trail out. Franks: The Commissioner looks like he’s going to tear apart this arena looking for Sandman and his wife! Quadros: The Butcher has no control over this situation, Carl! Jason Sandman has the Commissioner all ready mentally beat. It’s only a matter of time until he finishes him off physically. Fire & Flame vs. Dan Manheim & Jack Gaither Written by: Neil The opening phrase "God works in mysterious ways.." from "One Vision" is played, but the lights go out, and the intro to "Cosmos Rockin'" starts up. Various images of Jack Gaither's matches flash by on the big screen; at the height of the intro, the words "THE GOLDEN EAGLE FLIES AGAIN!" appear on screen. Gold-colored pyro and green confetti go off as Jack Gaither and Samantha Teague make their way to the ring, giving every fan sitting near the ramp a high-five along the way. Once in the ring, Samantha and Jack pose to the cheering crowd as more green-and-gold confetti falls from the ceiling. The lights in the arena darken a bit. "Switchback" by Biohazard plays as Dan Manheim walks out from behind the curtain. He does a few jumps to prepare himself as he walks forward to a shower of pyros beside him. He walks through the pyros and starts down the ramp towards the ring. The lights come back to normal as Dan jumps on the apron to a massive turnbuckle pyro. He gets in the ring, raising balled fists in the air to some boos. “Put On” By Young Jeezy Blares on the pa as the light in the arena go orange A Huge Fire Clan Logo lowers from the rafters into the arena. Fire can be seen slowly walking out onto the ramp way as Flame jumps out in front off him and starts trying to hype up the crowd as Fire makes his way to the top of the ramp and looks out into the arena before raising his right hand high into the air causing the Fire Clan logo to explode with pyro. Flame walks over and stands next to Fire as they walk down towards the ring Flame gives all the fans five as Fire continues to the ring. Fire walks up the stairs and steps over the top ropes as Flame slides into the ring both men meet in the middle of the ring Flame jumps on the top rope and keeps trying to hype up the crowd as Fire stand with his arms crossed. Franks: Here’s tonight’s opening match-up, Ray! Jack Gaither and Dan Manheim versus Fire and Flame! Quadros: Fire and Flame have some experience as a tag team while Gaither and Manheim will be pairing for the first time. Advantage Fire and Flame. The two teams sort out who will start as Referee Sasha Brown calls for the bell to get this match is underway! Jack Gaither and Flame will start out as they circle around the ring. Gaither is raising his hand in the air, trying get the crowd behind him early. The two lock up as they tussle back and forth, looking for an advantage. Gaither with an arm drag into an armbar. Flame nips himself up and tosses Gaither with an arm drag of his own. Gaither gets back up and charges towards Flame. Drop toe hold and Gaither eats some canvass! Flame runs towards the ropes and bounces off with a solid low drop kick right into Gaither’s prone face! Franks: Oh that can’t be good for the $40 million dollar smile! Quadros: I feel bad for Samantha Teague. She has to look at Gaither all the time. Flame has Gaither up in a neutral corner and kicking away at the midsection as Referee Brown urges for a clean break. Gaither falls down in the corner as Flame steps away. He runs towards Gaither looking for a bronco buster! No! All he gets is turnbuckle as Gaither rolls out of the way! Gaither collects Flame from the turnbuckle with a sit-out neck breaker! Cover by Gaither! 1...2...KICK OUT! Gaither pulls Flame over to his corner with a scoop slam and tags out to Dan Manheim. Manheim steps over the top rope and steps on Flame’s throat on purpose as Referee Brown starts counting…1! 2! 3! 4! Franks: This can’t be good for Flame early on. Dan Manheim has a big size advantage over the light heavyweight. Quadros: Having your throat stepped on by a 300-plus pound guy doesn’t help either. Manheim pulls Flame up with both hands in a choke and tosses him into the corner. Right hand to the head. Left to the body. Right to the head. Left to the body. Massive blows by Dan Manheim on the smaller Flame. Flame falls to he knees in the corner, leaving himself open for a powerful Texas side winding suplex! Manheim with a cover! 1...2...THR…NO! Fire steps on Manheim’s head to break the count! Referee Brown is urging Fire back to his corner, leaving Flame in a position to be strangled. Here comes Referee Brown again to break up the illegal choke by Manheim…1! 2! 3! 4! Dan Manheim steps off like he did nothing wrong. He turns Flame over into a full nelson hold. As Flame tries to break out of it, Sasha Brown asks if he wants to give up. No is the answer as he continues to fight. Dan Manheim powers him up though straight into a full nelson slam! Once again Dan Manheim makes a cover….1!…2!…THR…KICK OUT! Fire wants a tag in as Manheim starts stomping on Flame. Manheim runs towards the ropes for a leg drop but Fire hits him in the back of the head on the ropes! Franks: Uh oh! Fire is picking a fight with Dan Manheim, Ray. Quadros: The last time those two big men were in the ring, it almost collapsed. Manheim and Fire chat back and forth with a little swearing in between. Manheim grabs Flame by the head and tosses him into his corner, allowing the smaller man to tag out to Fire. Into the ring steps Fire as the power game is just about to pick up! The two meet in the middle of the ring and discuss their last match-up and how Manheim won. Fire throws a punch into Manheim’s face! Manheim throws one of his own! Fire with another! Manheim returns the favor! A follow up head butt by Manheim wins this battle as he collect Fire for an Irish whip. Fire on the rebound with a BIG shoulder block that brings both men down! Franks: Oh what a collision! Fire is now taking this match to Dan Manheim with stomps of his own. He hoist the large Dan Manheim into the air for a vertical suplex! He’s holding! Holding! Holding! Geez this is over 300 pounds! BAM! Vertical suplex by Fire! He makes the cover! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT! Follow up hammer blows by Fire punish Manheim for the kick out! Referee Sasha Brown wants a clean break….1! 2! 3! 4! Fire gets up and runs towards the ropes. Here he comes with a big leg drop…NO! Dan Manheim rolled out of the way! Franks: Fire might have imprinted the canvass with that miss, Ray. Quadros: At least it wasn’t Dan Manheim’s head. That would have been a mess. Dan Manheim is starting to crawl his way over for a tag out to Jack Gaither while Samantha Teague is willing him on. Fire grabs him from behind though and attempts a suplex! Blocked by Manheim! Back elbow to the face by Manheim and he runs towards the ropes…Gaither tags him across the back….Manheim off the ropes and hammers Fire with a nasty clothesline! Into the ring hops Jack Gaither as he runs across the ring like a ball of fire. He shoves Flame off of the ring apron! He bounces off the ropes with a shoulder block to the back of the rising Fire’s knee! Slingshot moonsault press by Gaither off the middle rope finishes the job! The crowd goes nuts as Gaither has the cover! 1!…2!…THRE…NO! Flame jumps in with a slingshot leg drop across the back of Gaither’s head to break it up! Franks: Man that was close by Jack Gaither! Quadros: Sure was but Flame was able to get back and break it up. The illegal Flame picks up Jack Gaither and hits him right in the kisser with a standing drop kick! Happy over what he just did, Flame walks back to his corner as Referee Sasha Brown tells him to do so. Fire shakes the cobwebs as he finds a stunned Gaither right there for the taking. He pulls up the man and drops him right across the knee with a back breaker! He turn in into a submission across the knee! Referee Brown gets down on all fours and asks if Gaither wants to give up? NO is the response! Flame meanwhile has jumped off the apron and appears to be getting a better view of the action. He leans on the apron and starts to stare up Referee Sasha Brown’s referee skirt just for kicks! Uh oh, here comes Samantha Teague now, apparently she has some beef with Flame. She spins him around and demands he treat women with respect! Flame has other ideas on how to treat women, especially ones as scantily clad as Referee Brown and Miss Teague! Samantha Teague slaps Flame right across the face! Franks: Oh what a hellacious slap by Samantha Teague! Quadros: Damn! I guess that’s the price you pay when you look up a woman’s skirt. Referee Brown isn’t paying attention to what’s going on outside of the ring because Jack Gaither is trying to fight out of this back breaker submission. Flame grabs Teague by the wrist because he does not appreciate the slap across the face. OH! Dan Manheim came out of no where and turned Flame inside out with a Big Boot to the face! Upon seeing that happen, Fire drops Jack Gaither and slides out of the ring! He meets Manheim toe-to-toe again with a good old fashion fist fight! Right hand by Fire! Left by Manheim! Right by Fire! Left by Manheim! Right! Left! Right! Left! Fire! Manheim! Fire! Manheim! Fire! Fire! Fire! Kick to the midsection by Dan Manheim! He whips Fire back first into the barrier! Franks: Referee Sasha Brown is losing control of this match, Ray! Quadros: Something tells me she likes men fighting over her. Samantha Teague got the hell out of there and is checking on Jack Gaither, who is in the ring holding his lower back. Manheim is now stomping on Fire outside of the ring. Wait! Here comes Flame running off of the ring apron in retaliation! He collects Dan Manheim from behind with a hurricane rana! Flame gets to his feet and poses for the crowd, gaining a cheer for his athleticism! Wait! Here comes Jack Gaither with a running head start in the ring! Suicide plancha onto Flame and all four men are down! Franks: What a way to open Violation 44! There are bodies flying all over the place! Quadros: I don’t even remember who’s legal anymore. Referee Sasha Brown starts the count! 1! 2! 3! 4! Fire begins to get to his feet! 6! 7! Fire picks up Jack Gaither and rams him spine first into the barrier! 8! He rolls Gaither in and makes a cover! 1!..2!…THR…KICK OUT!! Samantha Teague has a sigh of relief after the kick out. Back to their corners go Flame and Manheim, looking for a possible tag. Fire whips Gaither into a neutral corner and runs in with a full head of steam! BAM! All his weight crashes into Gaither with full force! Gaither stumbles out of the corner right into a belly-to-belly suplex! Cover by Fire! 1!…2!…2.9991321347! Franks: Big time kick out by Jack Gaither! Quadros: I’m surprised he had enough air in his lungs to even kick out. Flame is pleading for a tag out and Fire does just that. Up to the top turnbuckle climbs Flame. Now he climbs up onto Fire’s shoulders for some extra height! He jumps off with a mad splash on top of Jack Gaither for the victory! ONE!…TWO!….THREEE…..NO! Dan Manheim breaks up the cover! Back to the brawl go Fire and Manheim as they’re really slugging it out like this is a 15-rounder for the World Title! Back and forth rights and lefts! Referee Brown tries to regain control! Mongolian chop into the ears by Dan Manheim stuns Fire! Running clothesline by Manheim sends them both over the top rope and to the floor below! Flame is holding his midsection after the splash but can feel the victory is close. He pulls up Jack Gaither and chops him across the neck! WHOOOO! Another chop! WHOOOO! Another! WHOOOO! BANG! On the outside of the ring Dan Manheim whipped Fire knees first into the steel steps! Irish whip by Flame sends Gaither across the ring into the ropes! Gaither on the rebound hops the back body drop attempt by Flame! Gaither nails Flame in the face with a spinning wheel kick! Both are down again! Franks: Both men are down! Quadros: And Dan Manheim and Fire are going into the crowd! Damn those guys are nuts! Fire and Manheim continue to slug it out in the crowd now! Fire catches Manheim with a series of shots and collects him with an inverted atomic drop! Fire grabs a steel chair and bashes Manheim across the back with it! Referee Brown is no where close to even see it! Another chair shot as Manheim arcs his back! Angry spear in response by Dan Manheim tackles Fire as well as some fans! Franks: Look out! Both Flame and Gaither are getting to their feet as Samantha Teague looks on! Chop by Flame! WHOOO! Chop by Gaither! WHOOO! Chop by Flame! WHOOOO! Chop by Gaither! WHOOOOO! Kick to the midsection by Flame! He runs towards the ropes and bounces off with a hurricane rana on the fly….NO! Jack Gaither catches him in flight and spins the man 360 degrees before planting Flame on his head in quite the reversal! SAMBA SLAM! Jack Gaither hooks the leg! ONE!…TWO!…THREE!! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ferdinand: Here are your winners…Jack Gaither and Dan Manheim! Dan Manheim and Fire continue to bare knuckle brawl their way up and aisle way as PWA fans cheer them on! They push their way past an exit door and disappear into a hallway, continuing to kick each other’s ass, not caring who won or lost at this point! Franks: What a start tonight, Ray! Gaither and Manheim win but I think these fans got a hell of a show so far. Quadros: Flame and Fire have some chinks in their armor as a team. I think they came off their game plan and ended up being separated. That fell right into Gaither and Manheim’ hands. Destroying a Locker Room Written by: Neil Commissioner Butcher is seen storming backstage in a rage with his dress shirt ripped open following the little chat he had with Jason Sandman to open the show. He stops in front of the Gundan RTO locker room door, which is shut. He doesn’t even bother to knock as he kicks the door open and makes his way into the room with balled fists. The Butcher: SANDMAN!! The Commissioner roars in anger as he looks around the Gundan RTO locker room, finding it completely empty. Angered he cannot find Sandman, he starts pushing wrestling gear off of benches and banging on the locker doors. Roaring in frustration, he starts rocking the lockers back and forth until they crash to the floor! In rushes Mugs Hammerfist and his security guards. Assistant, Big Boz Wells isn’t too far behind either. Commanded by Mugs, the guards and Boz tackle the enraged Commissioner before he can do anymore damage to the Gundan RTO locker room! With the numbers clearly against him, the Commissioner can only be pushed out of the locker room and down the hall by security. Mugs: You’ve got to stop this, Commissioner! The Butcher: Get out of my way! Mugs: No! I need to protect these people and this facility! The Butcher: I’ll destroy this arena if I have to! Whatever it takes to find Sandman and my wife! Boz Wells: ‘Old ‘em, guys. Makin’ sure he don’t ‘urt ‘imself. The Butcher: Grrr! Let me go! Mugs: They’re not here, Commissioner! Don’t you understand? They’re not here! The Butcher: Then WHERE are they?! Mugs: We’ll look. If we find them, we’ll let you know. Boz, take the Commissioner to his office. Make sure he stays there! The Commissioner growls again as Big Boz Wells and Hammerfist Security guards lead him down the hallway towards his office. The short and bald Mugs Hammerfist is left standing there trying to figure out what to do next. Prove It All Night Written by: Okori Earlier Today…. As Nighthawk walks into Phog Allen Fieldhouse on the campus of the University of Kansas, his head directly underneath the national championship banners that lay in the very top of the rafters, the former World Light Heavyweight Champion grins and sits down in a seat. Clad as he is in a black PWA Wrestle Factory T-shirt, his blue-and-white wrestling shorts, and black work boots, the “Wrestling Machine” leans back in the chair and closes his eyes, cradling a replica of the PWA World Light Heavyweight Title against his chest. Nighthawk: “Ok Alex listen carefully. In just a few short hours from now this building will be rocking when 15,000 strong show up, taking up every last seat in the building, and you and I have the distinct honor of being the men to close the show. But Alex this will be the test that you have to pass, and I know that you won’t be able to pass it. Because, when those lights dim and Freddy Ferdinand tells the world that this is your main event of the evening, you will try and make yourself believe that it is nothing special. Perhaps you’ll even hum “The Eyes of Texas” to get yourself through it. But, and I want you to understand this as clear as a bell, everything you try will not work. No matter how many bombs you force me to eat, and trust me I know I will be eating plenty, it won’t work. No matter what my face might look like at the end of the night, and I know it will more than likely look different, that won’t work. Everything you think you might be able to do to me will not work. Because, Alex, at the end of this night I'll be holding this. The only difference is…. I'll be holding the real thing, not a replica I convinced one of the road agents to let me have.” Aiden Miles vs. Tom Fury Written by: Neil “Woke Up This Morning” by Alabama 3 (A3) begins to play as a dazzling display of fireworks, orange and red lights confront the viewer along with an entrance video depicting the destruction of war and violence of all sorts interspersed with footage of Fury demolishing opponents left, right and centre. Out steps Tom Fury to a large round of boos, taking in each and every one of them with a snarl. He slides into the ring and tries to intimidate Referee Sheppard right off the bat. 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, the Premiere Champion, 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. Franks: This should be a rather interesting one, Ray. Tom Fury has claimed the right for a World Title shot while he continues to battle against Brad Kane. This could be a good spot for him to knock off the Premiere Champion. Quadros: As long as Brad Kane stays out of this match, he’ll be in good shape. Nah, forget what I just said. Even if Kane shows up, Fury will win just like last week. Franks: What about Aiden Miles here? He’s continued to show he has been rehabilitated but the wins haven’t been coming since he won the Premiere Championship. Quadros: His attitude may have changed, Carl, but he’s still the standard loser around here! No title or sleeping with a referee can change that! Referee Andy Sheppard calls for the bell and this match is underway. The two men circle around the ring for a moment and then lock up. With a size advantage, Tom Fury powers Aiden Miles back into a corner where they continue to grapple with no clear winner. Referee Sheppard ducks down and gets in between the two to break it up. Fury steps back but ends up getting bitch slapped by Aiden Miles! WHOOO! An enraged and disrespected Tom Fury shoves the referee out of the way and blasts Aiden Miles with a stiff forearm in the corner! Another one! Another one! And another! Now hammer blows across Miles’ backside as Referee Sheppard starts the count! 1! 2! 3! 4! Tom Fury grabs Miles by the head and looks for a bulldog out of the corner. No! The Premiere Champion pushes him off and towards the ropes. Tom Fury returns off the ropes and gets a standing drop kick right into the kisser! Aiden Miles takes the time to wave out to the screaming ladies before reaching down to pull Tom Fury back up…roll-up by Tom Fury! 1!…2!…KICK OUT! Both men jump to their feet and look to regain an advantage! Forearm shots to the face my Aiden Miles stun a standing Tom Fury! Off the ropes comes a running Premiere Champion with a superman forearm! OH! Tom Fury catches Miles with a drill-like head butt to the midsection! Franks: That was a stiff shot there by Tom Fury, Ray. He had Aiden Miles scouted. Quadros: He calls that the Bottle Rocket, Carl. I did my homework. Fury rises to his feet, shaking his head for a moment before laying the boots to the Premiere Champion. Multiple stomps to the midsection and face draw some boos from the crowd. Fury runs towards the ropes for some extra leverage and comes off with a solid leg drop across the throat of Miles! He hooks the leg! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT! Fury applies a front-face headlock on the mat as he tries to yank the Premiere Champion’s head off. Referee Andy Sheppard checks for a choke before asking Miles if he wants to give up. No response. Instead, Aiden Miles responds by powering up and hitting a backwards elbow into Fury’s ribcage. Another elbow! Another! And another! The crowd gets behind Aiden Miles as he power his way to his feet, pulls the front-face headlock off, and turns himself around! Kick to the midsection by Miles! Another kick! And another!…No! Tom Fury catches the foot…enzuigiri kick to the face by Aiden Miles! The crowd pops as Tom Fury gets back up in a daze! He runs towards Miles with a wild clothesline attempt but falls chest first across the second rope thank to a drop toe hold. Aiden Miles hops the top rope and comes down hard with a leg drop across Fury’s head! Tom Fury slingshots backwards into the center of the ring while Aiden Miles collects himself on the outside of the ring! Franks: What a move there by the Premiere Champion! Quadros: He nearly took Tom Fury’s head off with that guillotine leg drop on the ring apron. Aiden Miles slides back into the ring and makes the cover…1...2...THRE…KICK OUT!! The Premiere Champion applies a camel clutch, trying to work over that sore neck of Fury. Still, Tom Fury is in no mood to quit tonight against a title holder. After a few moments of getting cries of pain from his opponent, Miles releases the hold and backs away. He hops to the top turnbuckle behind Fury, waiting for the man to get to his feet. Tom Fury gets to a knee, then to his feet and turns around. Off the top turnbuckle jumps Aiden Miles with a top rope hurricanrana attempt! OH! Tom Fury catches the Premiere Champion right in the lip with a Moe Green Special kick to the face! Now Tom Fury makes the cover! 1!…2!…THREE! NO! Referee Sheppard waves it off as Miles gets a foot on the bottom rope! Franks: What a shift in momentum, Ray! Quadros: I don’t know how Aiden Miles was able to survive that kick to the face! Fury pops up and kicks the leg of the Champion off the ropes. He makes another cover! 1!...2!...THRE…KICK OUT!! Fury pulls Miles up by the head…snap suplex! Fury runs towards the ropes and bounces off with a double knee drop across Aiden Miles’ forehead! Again he hooks the leg! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT! Tom Fury shoots Referee Sheppard a look of distain and wants a faster count! Franks: Tom Fury hasn’t had much luck with referees lately. Quadros: That’s for sure. I don’t think he’s ever met a zebra he’s liked. The angered Tom Fury turns Aiden Miles around and puts him into the Anger Tangle! He pulls back hard on the arm and leg combo, stretching Aiden Miles almost beyond his means! Miles lets out a yell as Fury rocks back and forth, adding more pressure to the spine breaking submission! Referee Andy Sheppard asks if the Premiere Champion wants to give up! NO! Franks: Here we go! Referee Sasha Brown is coming down to the ring, Ray! Quadros: She can abuse her position on me any day of the week, Carl! Referee Sasha Brown runs out from the back in her custom low-cut official’s gear, showing some cleavage and leg. She gets near the ring and starts banging on the apron. She’s trying to will her man on! Now the crowd is getting into it! “Let’s go Miles!” Clap, clap, clap! “Let’s go Miles!” Clap, clap, clap! Aiden Miles is yelling out, trying to keep himself in this match! Tom Fury is now yelling too as he’s reeling back as far as he can! Finally, he releases the Anger Tangle because Aiden Miles won’t tap! Franks: Aiden Miles toughed his way out of that one. Tom Fury sits up and looks at the referee is disgust…only this time it’s Referee Sasha Brown! He gets to his feet and starts calling her disparaging remarks! He calls her a “slut and a half” before trying to kick her through the ropes! The crowd boos Tom Fury’s actions as he tries to show her who’s boss. She replies by saying he wouldn’t dare hit an official! Aiden Miles is up now and taps Fury on the shoulder. Fury turns around…stiff punch to the face by Aiden Miles! The Premiere Champion whips Fury towards the ropes! Running palm strike drops Tom Fury! The crowd is going wild as Aiden Miles runs towards the ropes and lands on top of Fury with a rolling senton splash! He hooks the leg! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!! Franks: Aiden Miles has shifted the momentum here, Ray! Quadros: Don’t mind me, Carl. I’m too busy watching Sasha Brown’s boobs bounce for joy! Aiden Miles pulls Tom Fury up…swinging inverted Russian leg sweep by the Premiere Champion! Referee Brown raises her arms in victory! Aiden Miles hops to the top turnbuckle to finish this thing off! Oh wait! Here comes Matt Filth down to the ring! He grabs Referee Sasha Brown from behind in a cozy bear hug! Miles hops off of the top turnbuckle and slides out of the ring! He has a hand raised and ready to strike Matt Filth! But Filth is using Sasha Brown as a shield! Franks: What a piece of dirt he is, Ray! He’s using Sasha Brown as a shield! Quadros: Don’t hit her sweet face, Aiden! Miles gets ready to throw that precision punch but Matt Filth shoves Sasha Brown at him. Miles catches his woman and checks to see if she’s all right! Here comes Tom Fury out of the ring and he blasts Aiden Miles in the back of the head! Referee Brown falls to the floor and out comes Referee Andy Sheppard to check on his colleague! Tom Fury pulls Aiden Miles up from behind and…BANG! Franks: Oh! Quadros: No doubt that hurt! Tom Fury tossed Aiden Miles with a release German suplex right into the steel steps! The back of Miles’ head slammed hard into the steps, making them fly away from the ring! Matt Filth is laughing out loud as Tom Fury rolls the unconscious Aiden Miles into the ring. Here comes Brad Kane out from the back! He blasts the laughing Matt Filth from behind with a punch! The crowd is cheering for Brad Kane as he’s stomping on Matt Filth outside of the ring! Franks: Brad Kane is down here! Quadros: Damn it! He’s going to ruin another match! Tom Fury isn’t paying attention to what’s happening to his brother as he hoists Aiden Miles up in the center of the ring…FKO! Sick jaw breaker on the Premiere Champion! He makes the cover! ONE!…TWO!…THREE!! The crowd starts booing loudly as Tom Fury raises his hands in the air! Oh here comes Brad Kane into the ring! Tom Fury slides out of the ring in a hurry and collects his brother Matt! Franks: That coward! Tom Fury is running away from Brad Kane! Quadros: No he’s not, Carl. He’s getting into the head of Brad Kane! Look at Kane go nuts in the ring! Brad Kane is kicking the bottom rope in anger, telling Tom Fury to get his ass in the ring. Fury has no intention on doing that as he’s helping his brother towards the back, smiling at Brad Kane the whole way. Referee Sasha Brown is in the ring now checking on Aiden Miles, who just had a rough landing. Fear For One Written by: unknown -As we are sitting and waiting for the next match to take place, the jumbotron suddenly kicks on with a rush of loud static. Fans in their seats, as well as the announcing team, cover their ears. However, as soon as their hands reach their ears, the noise subsides and gives way to a dark picture of a large chair with it’s back to the camera. Carl: What’s going on here. I didn’t hear of any satellite video scheduled. Ray: Me neither. -The chair swings around, but we still can’t see the face of the man in it as it is too dark. Although, from the outline we can clearly see that he is wearing a suit and sports some longer hair. Man: Be Afraid. Be very Afraid. -The crowd gets louder questioning the happenings and the un identified man folds his hands. Man: Not all of you. Just one of you. -Again the crowd gets louder, wondering what is happening and why the administration is letting this go on. Carl: Wait, just one of us needs to be afraid? Ray: Who does this guy think he is? Man: You. You are a disgrace. Carl: Who is this man talking to and why is he being allowed this time? -The screen zips off to a black screen and slowly words appear... *It's Not Yours* -The screen then cuts off. Ray: That was one of the more odd things I've ever seen. Carl: It's not yours? Do we have any recent parenthood that could possibly be called into question? Ray: Haha, I don't think so. Carl: Well fans, we will hopefully get more information on that later, but now it is time for our next match. Chris Wilkins vs. Captain Howdy Written by: Jason Chris Wilkins came out firing on all cylinders to show he had to prove something in this match. He out wrestled Howdy in many spots but the Captain turned the tables with a few submission moves. The crowd was behind Wilkins as he willed his way through the holds but in the end he was set up for the Playtime's Over vertibreaker, giving Captain Howdy the victory. Don't Waste Our Time! Written by: John & Tyler CARL: Well ladies and gentlemen, tonight, you fans are in for a very special treat. Jack "The Golden Eagle" Gaither is going to give us a very special "mini-rock concert" saluting the greatest classic rock artists and bands of all time. RAY: I didn't know Gaither could sing. CARL: According to my files, he used to play in a band several years back. Anyways, let's go to the stage! *Jack Gaither, Samantha Teague, "Mean Mike" Masterson, and Ryan Richardson are assembled on the stage; there is a concert-quality drum set, a bass guiter and lead guitar with proper amplifying equipment, and a baby grand piano situated between the bass player's position and the drummer's position. Jack stands at the front of the stage with microphone in hand.* JACK: Hello...Jayhawk Nation! *The crowd cheers as Jack makes some positive remarks about their team.* JACK: A lot of big games were played at this historic fieldhouse--home of the "Rock Chalk Jayhawk," and tonight--it's the home of the first ever concert featuring yours truly--and his Golden Eagles! *The crowd goes crazy.* JACK: Now, it's time for me introduce the band--you know me already. So here we go: at lead guitar, we have my beautiful British girlfriend--and self-professed Queen fan--Samantha! *Samantha takes her guitar and goes to her position on Jack's left side.* JACK: Our bass guitarist: he used to be my best student before some stupid son-of-a-bitch burned down my Academy--"Mean Mike" Masterson! *"Mean Mike" takes his bass guitar and heads over to his position.* JACK: Finally, at drums: this guy amazes me so much, I heard that Wren Chesney got him laid a while back--oh yeah, I forgot, Wren Chesney will get ANYONE laid these days--even someone as stupid as Gil Silver! By the way, he plays a mean drum too--Ryan Richardson! *Ryan waves to the crowd and takes his place behind the drums.* JACK: With that outta the way--LET'S ROCK THE PHOG TONIGHT!! HIT IT! *The crowd goes wild as Samantha plays the intro to AC/DC's "Big Balls." JACK (singing): "Well, I'm upper-upper class--high society; God's gift, to ballroom notoriety; And I always fill my ballroom, the event is never small; the social pages say I've got the biggest balls of all! (CHORUS) I've got big balls, oh I've got big balls; and they're such big balls, dirty big balls; and he's got big balls, and she's got big balls; but we've got the biggest (points to crowd) (FANS) BALLS OF THEM ALL! My ballroom's always bouncing, my ballroom's always full, And everybody comes and comes again; if your name is on the guest list, no one can take you higher; everybody says I've got great balls of fire! (repeat CHORUS) Some balls are held for charity, and some for fancy dress, but when they're held for pleasure--they're the balls that I like best; my balls are always bouncing--to the left and to the right, it's my belief that my big balls should be held every night! (repeat CHORUS; song ends) *The crowd is going nuts as Jack and company take a bow; Jack sits down at the piano, plays a few test notes, and speaks into the mike positioned above.* JACK: I seriously hope that you Jayhawk fans have done your homework on this next song; I'm not gonna tell you what it is either. *Jack begins to play the opening notes to Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody;" the crowd instantly recognizes the song and begins singing without Jack's assistance.* FANS (singing) Mama, just killed a man; put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger--now he's dead. Mama, life had just begun, but now I've gone and thrown it all away. Mama, oohhh; didn't mean to make you cry, if I'm not back again this time tomorrow; carry on, carry on--as if nothing really matters. *The fans go crazy as they begin singing the 2nd verse--again, without Jack singing with them!* FANS (singing) Too late, my time has come, send shivers down my spine, my body's aching all the time; good-bye everybody, I got to go; got to leave you all behind and face the truth. Mama, oohhh, I don't wanna die; I sometimes wish I never been born at all! *Samantha plays the guitar unlike any other guitarist on this planet today; the crowd is loving every minute of it as the band gets ready to do a short transition from the "ballad" portion of the song to the "heavy metal" portion. Several confetti cannons go off as the band is now in the "heavy metal" part of the song; fans bounce up and down and just plain go nuts!* JACK (singing) So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye? So you think you can love me and leave me to die? Whoa, baby! You can't do this to me baby! Just gotta get out--just gotta get right out of here! *The song transitions back to a "ballad" sequence; the crowd is still standing and cheering from what they've been hearing. Once again--the fans take over!* FANS (singing) Nothing really matters, anyone can see; nothing really matters, nothing really matters--to me. *The song ends with Jack taking a large mallet and banging a special gong set up on stage. The crowd goes nuts and chants "WE WANT MORE! WE WANT MORE!" while holding their cigarette lighters up in the air. Before he can begin to provide the audience with an encore, the lights go out and ‘Prepare for War’ begins to blare over the loud speakers. After several moments of darkness, the lights come back on to reveal every male member of the band lying on the ground, battered and bloody with the exception of Jack Gaither. Samantha has coiled herself up in the corner, hoping to distance herself away from the mad man. In response to her screams, Jack turns around and gets clocked over the head with the bass guitar, knocking him to the ground and busting him wide open. As he hit’s the ground, the man turns his head to Samantha and blows her a kiss before dropping to his knees and pummeling poor Gaither. As a sadistic smile appears on the face of Jace, as he helps his target to his feet, pushing his forehead against Gaithers. Jace: “This is what happens when you waste my time!” As the smile grows wider, he grabs hold of the mans hair and drives him faced first into the mat with The Natural Selection. With the lifeless body of Jack stuck prone on the stage, Victor walks over to the edge of the ramp and requests a microphone. Reluctantly, a man in white comes out from behind the proverbial curtain and hands Jace a microphone. A playful look beginning to manifest on his face, Jace walks over towards Samantha and kneels in front of her, staring her directly in the eye. Jace: “Oh dear, you have no reason to be afraid. I would never hurt you, oh no. I could never hurt such an innocent….and beautiful woman.” Samantha begins to flatten her body and press up against the stage, putting as much distance between her and Jace as the tiny space will allow as his smile continues to grow. Jace: “When your boyfriend comes to, would you mind telling him to think before he acts? We wouldn’t want another….incident….like this one to happen, now would we?” With a sick thud, Jace tosses the microphone onto the lifeless body of Jack before exiting the arena, the smile still on his face. Several EMT's rush onto the stage. EMT #1: GET A STRETCHER OUT HERE! *A second EMT rushes over to talk to Samantha, who is obviously scared out of her mind and is crying.* EMT #2: Samantha, are you hurt? SAMANTHA: No...that bloody motherf***ing wanker... EMT #2: We'll get Jack taken care of ASAP; you want to come with us? SAMANTHA: Sure. *Several stretchers are brought to the stage; Jack, "Mean Mike," and Ryan are each placed on one of the three stretchers and taken to the back by the EMT's. The crowd is absolutely stunned as the EMT's take the three band members to the back and to a waiting ambulance.* CARL: God Almighty...in all my years in this business, I've never seen such a savage attack like what we just witnessed. *In the parking area, "Mean Mike" and Ryan are up and walking on their own power; however, their concern is for Jack, who is still unconscious on the stretcher.* MIKE: How is he? EMT #1: He ain't moving; he's been knocked unconscious. EMT #2: I'm afraid he might have a serious concussion. RYAN: Can we go with you guys? EMT #3: Sure thing. *Mike and Ryan join Samantha in boarding the back of Jack's ambulance; the ambulance speeds away towards the nearest local hospital with sirens blaring.* CARL: I...I...I would like for all of us to say a prayer for Jack Gaither tonight as he's on his way to the hospital here in Lawrence tonight. RAY: Yeah...our prayers go out to Jack, his friends, family, and fans tonight. Love him or hate him, I hope he does come back. CARL: I don't know about that Ray, but I can tell you this: Victor Jace is going to have a HUGE bullseye on his back. The next time we see Gaither and Jace meet, it's going to be rather ugly. Laughing at Gaither‘s Expense Written by: Neil & Tyler Laughter. That’s all that can be heard. Maniacal laughter from some Board of Directors as they watch Jack Gaither be carted away on a stretcher following the brutal attack by Victor Jace. Wren Chesney, Victor Cornelius Roberts, and Demitre Lionheart all sit in a private skybox booth overlooking the destruction that just happened. Demitre Lionheart begins pouring some glasses of champagne to celebrate the night’s personal victory and passes them out two his fellow Board members. Demitre: Just like old times. I propose a toast! A toast to a better PWA without the likes of that double crossing son of a bitch Jack Gaither! Wren: I can drink to that! Demitre and Wren cling glasses together and down their drink as VCR is left conflicted over what just took place. Wren: What is the matter, Victor? Do you not want to celebrate with us? Demitre: Perhaps I should have brought some apple juice for him! The two snicker as Mr. Roberts’ expense. VCR: It’s not that, Wren. It’s this whole situation. No more John Harkes…. Demitre: Hear, hear! VCR: But instead he’s been replaced by The Butcher and fans buying stock into PWA? This is hardly a victory, Wren. Now Butcher will be even harder to get rid of. Wren: Oh don’t you worry about that, Victor. I have an assurance from a reliable source that the Commissioner will be out of our hair by the end of the year! As for the fans? Let them sink their hard earned money into this company! The more PWA controls, the more fun we get to have with it. VCR: But what about the other Board members? Gil Silver, Daz Van Dyke, and Simon Retter? Wren: What about them? Gil Silver will die sooner or later. He’s older than dinosaur shit! As for Van Dyke and Retter? Surely they do not have what it takes to stand in our way. As long as they’re getting paid, all is well in their world. Demitre: You’re such a party-pooper, Victor. Drink up! I hope to have you passed out by the end of the night so I can ravish your wife! Wren: You have a way with words, Demitre! I believe I will be the one doing the ravishing. VCR shrugs his shoulders and drinks his champagne before Demitre Lionheart pours him another one. Mr. Lionheart continues to flirt with Wren Chesney as VCR remains in a state of contemplation. Then suddenly the box door swing wide open as Victor Jace makes his way into the booth following his attack on Jack Gaither. Demitre Lionheart quickly gives the man of the hour a glass of champagne. Demitre: There’s the man of the hour! Victor Jace! Welcome to our private party! Wren: Job well done out there, Mr. Jace. I took some joy in knowing every time Gaither botched a note that you would soon be there to crush his throat! Victor Jace: Did you expect anything less? You gave me the task, and I carried it out. However, I must admit...the look on his poor girlfriends face amazed me. She was terrified, yet remained so...innocent, elegant, and beautiful. Perhaps...I've found my own motivation for my actions. Wren: Indeed. Demitre: Sounds like Victor Jace has himself a new target of his affection. I’ll drink to that! Cheers! The group enjoy their small victory party over Jack Gaither double crossing the Board of Directors last week. Brad Kane vs. Jiraiya Kaito Written by: Andrew "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.) Franks: I must say, Ray, that I've been looking forward to watching this match ever since it was announced. Quadros: Yeah, me too...It's always fun to watch Kaito issue a crap kicking of monumental proportions. No one's better at doing so, really. Franks: I think you might be badly underestimating Kane's chances in this match, Ray. While he might not be quite as deadly a striker as Kaito, he's one of the stiffest and more innovative members of the roster, and when he's on, he's a difficult opponent for ANYONE to beat! Quadros: Yeah, and when he's off, he's utterly atrocious! Doesn't really matter in either case, this week, though, because even if we get the "on" version of Kane, Kaito will be that much better! (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.) Quadros: Well, Kaito will be looking to make up for the lacklustre effort that he produced against Aiden Miles last week, and produce a brief, but spectacular effort against Brad Kane! Franks: Well if Kaito takes Brad Kane lightly in this match, it could very easily end in a hurry...with kane emerging as the victor. However, I think Kaito will be as focused as ever, which should make for a fun match! (The two participants slowly circle the ring as referee Steve Upshaw signals for the opening bell. Kaito lashes out with a standing spin kick to the head that seems designed to take his opponent's head off, but BK side steps this attack, and responds with an equally nasty looking High Round Kick that Jiraiya just manages to avoid. The two continue to cicle for a moment before Kane launches a shoot kick to his opponent's calf. Kaito winces, but returns the favor with a shoot kick to his opponent's leg! Kane cringes slightly as the impact of the blow reverberates throughout the arena, but then steps forward and launches a second kick to his opponent's calf! WHACK! Once again Kaito accepts the blow, and returns fire with a leg kick of his own! WHACK! Kane fires off a third kick to the ribs! THWACK! Kaito with a shoot kick of his own to his opponent's torso! THWACK! ) *SUPER STIFF EXCHANGE POP!* (Kane lets out a battle cry as he springs off the ropes and propels himself into a Yakuza Kick that connects flush to the face! Kaito stumbles back a couple of steps, and then lets out a loud war cry of his own as he bounces off the strands into his own wicked Yakuza Kick! Now Kane reels back into the ropes, only to use them to hurl himself toward his opponent with a rebound lariat in an attempt to decapitate his opponent! Ducked! Kaito then proceeds to unleash a ferocious series of shoot kicks to his rival's legs, back and torso when Kane turns around, and then caps this sequence with an enzuigiri that deposits BK flat on his face when it connects to the back of the head! The Seiryu follows up by cinching in a front facelock, and digging in a few knees to the top of his opponent's head before pulling his opponent back to his feet, and then taking him over into a Fisherman’s Neckbreaker, before rolling on top of Kane with a lateral press for the first cover of the match: 1....2....Kick Out!) Quadros: Told ya that Kaito was going to end this match early! Franks: But, he didn't end the match, Ray! Quadros: Well, the way he's wrestling, he will sooner rather than later! (Unfazed, Kaito simply pulls BK back to his feet by the arm, twists the limb into an armwringer, and then clocks BK with a Back Hook Kick that deposits him on the mat as if shot. Jiraiya follows with a Standing Moonsault and then hooks the leg on the ensuing cover: 1...2...TH-Shoulder Up! Keeping his cool, Kaito waits for BK to rise, and then fires off a series of alternating shoot kicks to the ribs before leaping into the air, and nailing him in the jaw with a Jump Spinning Roundhouse Kick that sends Kane hurtling through the ropes and to the arena floor! Kaito stares down at his opponent as he watches him wobble back to his feet, and then proceeds to grab onto the top rope and vaults over the stands into a spectacular Slingshot Rana that sends Kane sprawling upside down into the guardrail!) Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! (Kaito takes a moment to collect himself after connecting with that last high risk move and grabs his stricken opponent by the hair and rolls him back into the ring before hopping onto the top rope and propelling him over the strands into a Slingshot Senton. In one smooth motion, Kaito rolls to his feet and then races to the other set of strands before somersaulting into a Rolling Thunder Senton that connects flush against his opponent's chest! Cover! 1.........2..........THREEEEENOOO! Foot on the Ropes! Kaito slams the mat in frustration, and then hauls BK back to his feet and then scoops him up and plants him with a hard Michinoku Driver II! Another cover, with the hook of the leg: 1……………2…………..THREEEENOOOOO!!!! Kane kicks out AGAIN! ) Franks: What an imprssive display of heart by Brad Kane! Quadros: Yeah, well, right now, that's the only thing that could be considered impressive about his performance! (Kaito looks to be complete sick of his opponent as he hauls him back to his feet by the hair, and the hoists him up over his shoulder, obviously looking to finish matters with the Tadome Da! Just as he’s about to nail his Beach Break Piledriver variation, Kane shifts his weight and drops down to the mat, driving his opponent’s face across his knee with a modified Face breaker Kneesmash! Kaito stumbles backward, clutching his nose, and BK takes advantage of this situation to spring off the ropes into a Flying leg Lariat that deposits the Seiryu onto his back! Kane takes a moment to shake off the effects of the beating that he’s suffered, and then charges forward as his opponent rises off the mat and clobbers him with a thunderous Running European Uppercut that sends Kaito reeling back into a corner! Kane follows him in with a Flying Corner Knee smash. Jiraiya stumbles out of the corner, and into his opponent’s grasp, and then is sent flying halfway across the ring with a well executed Exploder Suplex! ) Franks: Grat Suplex by Kane, who seems to have found a way to turn the momentum of the match in his favor! Still not impressed with him, Ray? Quadros: Hardly. He's only in control right now because Kaito got bored of beating him, and decided to let him get a bit of offense in! (BK waits for his opponent to rise off the mat, and then leaps up into a Standing Dropkick that sends the Okinawa native crashing to the mat in a heap! Not wasting a second, BK scales the turnbuckles of the nearest corner, and then waits for his opponent to begin to rise before leaping into a Frog Splash variation that connects flush across his opponent’s back just as he makes up to his hands and knees! Kane immediately transitions into a Crossface, and wrenches back on the submission hold for all that he’s worth! Kaito yells out in agony, but refuses to submit, and manages to claw his way to the ropes and latch onto the bottom cable before too much damage can be done! Kane breaks at the count of four, only to leap up into a Double Stomp that catches his opponent across the back just as he begins to rise!) Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Franks: Kane is as motivated and as aggressive as I've ever seen him, and he's really taking the fight to Kaito at the moment! (Hauling Kaito back to his feet by the hair, Kane doubles him over with a knee to the stomach, and then sinks in a double under hook and hoists him up into a Double Underhook Backbreaker across his knee! Kane then shoves his foe to the mat and falls on top of him for the pinfall attempt: 1…2…TH-Kick Out! Undaunted, Brad simply pulls Kaito back to his feet, and slides behind him, crossing his opponent’s arms into an “X before leaping up into a Straightjacket Lung Blower! Kaito is whipped hard against his opponent’s knees and then crashes to the mat, and Kane is quick to apply another cover, this time hooking the leg: 1………….2…………..THRE_Shoulder Up! Keeping his composure, Kane simply pulls Kaito back up to his feet and then cinches in a front facelock before hoisting him up into a Vertical Suplex, using the momentum of the move to float over into another cover, with another hook of the leg: 1…………2………..THRE-Kick Out! Kane shakes his head in disbelief, but manages to pull himself together as he watches his opponent begin to struggle back to a kneeling position. Racing off the ropes, Kane charges forward into the Baktare Slide Kick that catches Kaito flush in the face! JAK Trigger! Down goes the Seiryu, and Brad is quick to apply another cover, this time hooking BOTH legs: 1………..2……….THREEEEEEEENOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! Kaito gets a shoulder off the mat!) *MASSIVE RESPECT POP!* Quadros: Well, Kaito sure as hell has shown a fair amount of heart this week, too, I must say! Kane's hit him with everything but the kitchen sink, but the Seiryu keeps finding a way to avoid defeat! (Brad looks ready to gouge his eyes out in frustration, and takes a few deep breaths to keep his composure as he pulls Jiraiya back to his feet, and sets him up for the Pumphandle Uranage that serves as his primary finisher! LMSBCBK! NO! Kaito slides down behind his opponent, lands on his feet, and then grabs BK around the waist and hoists him up and over with a Deadlift German Suplex that causes Brad’s head and neck to compress in sickening fashion upon impact! Kaito stares down at the twitching form of Brad for a moment, and then ducks out to the ring apron and returns the favor from earlier in the match with a Springboard Double Foot Stomp that connects flush against his opponent’s chest! Kaito then drops to his knees, and applies the cover: 1…………………….2…………………THREEEEEEENOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! Kick Out! ) Franks: What a match! First Kaito was in complete command, and then Kane assumed control, and kept it for quite some time, and now Kaito is once again back in the diriver's seat! Let's see if he can come up with the right combination of moves to put his opponent away! (Kaito glares down at his opponent for a moment, before hauling him up by the arm and whipping him back first into the turnbuckle; the Seiryu then cartwheels into a Flying Enzuigiri, and then sprints to the opposite corner and leaps onto the top strand before running along the top cable and leaping into a Dropkick that catches his battered opponent in the jaw! Jirai! Brad tumbles to the mat, and Kaito vaults to the top rope. Before sailing off into the Imploding Senton known as the RYUBAKUDAN!!! NO!!! BK is somehow able to get his knees up off the mat, and Jiraiya crashes hard against them before collapsing to the mat with his back arched in pain!) Quadros: Kaito relied on high risk moves once too often, and paid a heavy price! Kane now has the opportunity to end this match if he wants...let's see if he can capitalize on it! (Brad takes a moment to collect himself and then hauls the Seiryu back to his feet by the arm and pulls him into a nasty looking Uranage Backbreaker before applying another cover: 1………………2………………THREEEEEEEENOOOOOO!!! Kick Out at 2.999999999999999!!! BK waits for his opponent to rise off the mat, and then spins himself into the BK Backfist! DUCKED! Kaito doubles his opponent with a knee to the gut, and then quickly clasps his hands in prayer before grabbing his opponent and hoisting him up into the air, before dropping quickly to his knees and driving kane down hard with a Praying Powerbomb! Cover! i………………………………2……………………………….THREEEEEENOOOOOO!!!!! Kick Out! Kick Out!) Crowd: WE WANT MORE! WE WANT MORE! WE WANT MORE! (Kaito shakes his head in disbelief, and then hauls his opponent back to his feet, slides behind him and takes him to the mat with a nasty looking Dragon Suplex! WAIT! BK scrambles back to his feet as if nothing happened and then charges forward and sends Jiraiya to the mat with a Backdrop Driver! WHAT!? Now Kaito somersaults back to his feet, seemingly unaffected, and steps forward into a shoot kick that catches his opponent in the ribs! THWACK! This prompts Kane to tell his opponent to “fuck off and die as he fires back with a kick of his own! THWACK! Kaito, in turn, responds with this comment: “And I say Shine, bakayaro!”, and then launches a series of open handed slaps to the face that send Kane reeling back into the ropes! Kaito then steps forward, looking to take his opponent’s head off with the KO Kikku, but BK ducks and counters with a Roaring Elbow that lands flush, which is followed by an attempted Discus Lariat! Whoa! Kaito arches back into a Matrix, and then counters into a leaping No-look enzuigiri that sends Kane stumbling back into the corner! Kaito then attempts to follow him in with a Handspring Elbowsmash….NO! Kane manages to get his feet up and Jiraiya connects back first against them and stumbles forward, allowing BK to leap up from behind onto his shoulders into a Victory Roll: ONE……………………………………………………….. TWO……………………………………………… THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) Ferdinand: Here is your winner...........BRAD KANE!!!!! Franks: Kane did it! kane scores a tremendous upset over Kaito in a grueling, hard-fought encounter/ Quadros: Told ya that he would.... Franks: *shakes head* Post match: Filth & Fury came down to the ring after the match and looked ready to finish Brad Kane off for good. But in a stunning turn of event, Kaito of all people took out Matt Filth to defend Brad Kane. The two opponents moments ago cleared the ring, sending the disgruntled team of Filth & Fury to the back. I'll Break Your Head Open Written by: Rich & Andrew Franks: Wow, what a match that was. And we still have more amazing action to...wait a second. Quadros: What, you just realized it wasn't so amazing after all? Franks: No, I just got word in my headset that something is going on in the back. We've got a camera back there, and they're going to show it. ::In the back, we see the World Heavyweight Champion, Terminus, as he is walking through the backstage area. As he turns the corner, he acknowledges a few of the PWA personnel, and nearly runs directly into the man we all know as Captain Howdy. Terminus reflexively takes a step back, as the Captain smiles at him.:: CH: Well, if it isn't our World Champion. Headed to the ring for your little reunion with Jostrodomus? TERMINUS: As a matter of fact, yes I am. How about you, looking for stray children to add to the collection? CH: Oh my, but you're a funny one. Actually, I was thinking I might have a look at Ms Snow as she takes her shower. You'd be surprised where the cameras in this place are hidden. TERMINUS: If you value your manhood, I'd stay away from her. CH: Why, is that what happened to yours? Loud "Oooooo he didn't just say that" pop from the crowd. TERMINUS: Look Howdy, I don't have time for your pitiful attempts to get into my head. I have a match to get to. I'll finish the job I started on you later. Terminus pushes past the Captain, making sure to run his shoulder hard into his rival. The Captain turns slowly, and that vicious look comes over him, as he reaches out and grabs Terminus. CH: If I can't get into your head with words, then perhaps I'll just have to break it open. The Captain spins Terminus around, and delviers a vicious kick to the midsection, that has the Champion gasping and bending at the waist. Howdy brings up a knee directly into Terminus' chin, which straightens him up, and then follows with a shoulder tackle, lifting the Champion from the floor, and running him across the backstage area right into a concrete wall. PWA workers scatter, as the Captain laughs maniacally. Franks: Terminus is in serious trouble back there!! Someone go help him!! Quadros: Howdy is sending a message to the Champ, and that message is "I'll do whatever it takes to take that Title from you." In the back, the Captain has pulled Terminus to his feet, and hits him with a short-arm clothesline that just levels the Champion. He reaches for the New Age Punisher again, and gets a fist in the mouth from the floor. Another from Terminus gets the Captain reeling, but just as if it looks like he has things turned around, the Captain shoves his fingers into Terminus' mouth and applies a Mandible Claw. Terminus tries to fight, but quickly fades, as Howdy applies more and more pressure. Finally, the deranged Captain stands, looking down at Terminus with pure hatred. CH: Now, Terminus. Now you find out what is in store for you. PLAYTIME'S OVER BOY!!! Franks: Oh god no... Howdy reaches down and pulls Terminus to his feet. He then sets the man up over his back in position for the his dangerous finisher, the Playtime's Over Vertibreaker. But, he doesn't drop down right away. Instead, he walks across the back area, showing off his strength, as if he is looking for something. Terminus just dangles there, looking as if he is out of it. Then, the Captain stops, standing directly over a metal hatch in the delivery area. With a sick grin, the Captain screams out once more, as he drops Terminus right into the center of the steel plate. CH: PLAYTIME'S OVER!!!! The Captain stands, and looks down at his handiwork. Blood is seen flowing into the top of the mask of the Champion, and his body is quivering and spasming. The plate is actually dented from the impact, and the crowd in the arena is stunned to silence. The Captain throws back his head, and laughs a long, maniacal laugh, then turns and walks away, leaving his victim in a bloody, broken heap on the cold steel plate. Quadros: Oh my god...I knew he was vicious, but that....that was AWESOME!!! Franks: Will you just shut up!!! Terminus might be crippled back there. He could be out of wrestling forever, because of the actions of Captain Howdy. What would you say then? Quadros: Good riddance? Franks: You disgust me. CAN SOMEONE PLEASE GET BACK THERE AND HELP THE CHAMPION?!?!? Jostrodomus vs. Terminus Written by: Andrew (match), Josh & Andrew (pre and post match) Franks: All right, folks. Our next match features the latest chapter in the rivalry between Terminus and Jostrodomus! These two men engaged a now-legendary conflict last winter, and I'm sure that everyone is eagerly anticipating this lastest installement of this classic feud! Quadros: Well, maybe you are, but I can think of better things to do than to watch a wounded Terminus and a rusty Jostrodomus embarrass themselves! (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 with Terminus leaning on his lover slightly for support. Natalie looks terribly concerned as she and Terminus walk toward the ring, but the New Age Punisher whispers something into Natalie's ear that causes her to take a deep breath and nod as she makes her way to his corner. Terminus slides under the bottom rope,and then crouches in his corner, holding onto the ropes with one hand and blinking his eyes rapidly as he awaits the beginning of the match. Then Enemy" by Sevendust blasts over the PA system as the fans start to cheer. 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. Jostrodomus then stares at his rival who attempts to return his stare as he wavers in the opposite corner. With both men inside the ring ready to do battle once again Jostrodomus asks for a mic. Upon receiving a mic he looks over towards Terminus. ) Jostrodomus: Look at you...You're in no condition to fight and as much as I'd love to add to the beating...I don't like beating wounded men to a bloody pulp. (Terminus blinks a couple of times as he attempts to regain his focus, and stares down at Natalie, who mouths the words "He's right.". Takling a deep breath, Terminus calls for the mic, and stares at the Number One Stunner as a smile forms through his mask, and his eyes regain their focus.) Terminus: Gee, Joz....It brings such joy to my heart to know that you care so much about my well-being... Jostrodomus: I could give two shits about your well being Term. I could give two shits what happens to you tonight, tomorrow, or next week, but I'll be damned if I'm held responsible for what happens to you by entering a match you shouldn't enter into based on your well being. I'm not like you Terminus...I don't kick a dead man when he's down...I don't sieze those cheap opportunities to take someone out of this game...I MAKE THOSE OPPORTUNITIES Terminus, smiling through his mask: THERE'S the Joz that we all know and loathe. For a moment, I was wondering he might have gone... (The smile disappears as Terminus stands up and steps forward toward the center of the ring.) Terminus: You speak of opportunities, Joz...Well, I am not one to pass up an opportunity to prove to you why I was able to defeat you at Redemption and Apotheosis, and I will be damned to hell if I allow The Captain's cowardly assault to prevent that from happening. So...with that being said...shall we begin? (The # 1 Stunner smiles at the comments made by Terminus before responding one final time.) Jostrodomus: There's the Terminus we've all come to love...The man who claims such greatness on his own, but was never one to do things as such...Let's dance. (The two immediately charge into one another into a barrage of punches, and referee Andy Sheppard realizes that he has no choice but to signal for the opening bell...which can barely be heard over the over the roar of the crowd! Joz and Terminus both lay into one another with repeated right hands for a few seconds, before the Number One Stunner stuns his opponent with a headbutt to the nose, casuing him stumble back a couple of steps. Joz then follows up by whipping his arch-rival into the ropes, and then cacthes him on the rebound and drives him down to the mat with a Charging Scoop Powerslam, transitioning directly into a lateral press, with the hook of the leg: 1....2....THRE-Kick Out!) Franks: Joz nearly ended the match in record time just then! Quadros: Yeah, and if he were half the competitor that he thinks he is, he actually would have done so! Franks: Why the hatred toward Joz, Ray! Are you still made that he made you pee your- Quadros: Let's get back to the match, shall we? (Undaunted, Joz keeps the pressure on and hauls the champion to his feet by the mask before clubbing him with a stiff forearm that sends him stumbling back into the corner. The Number One Stunner then takes a moment to measure his opponent and then sprints forward and leaps into a Running Corner Dropkick that connects flush against his opponent and causes him to tumble forward to the mat. Joz smirks as he stares down at his adversary for a moment, and then steps over him and climbs up the turnbuckles so that he's facing the crowd. Once he reaches the top, he takes a moment to steady himself, and then smiles pleasantly down at Natalie, and then backflips off into a Moonsault onto the New Age Punisher!) * SHOCKED I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT HAPPENED FACE POP! * Franks: I don't think that I've EVER seen Jostrodumus even attempt a moonsault, let alone execute it properly! This...this.... Quadros: This might just be the closest thing to Hell Freezing Over that we'll ever see in our lives! (As the crowd continues to go ballistic, and as Natalie mouths the words "What the hell!?", Joz applies the cover, and hooks the leg once more: 1.....................2......................THREEEEEENOOOO! Shoulder Up at 2.9999999999999999!!!!!! Jostrodomus stares down at Terminus in surprise for a moment, and then pulls him back up to his feet by the hair, and then slides behind him and takes him over into a German Suplex. Joz hangs onto the waistlock, pulls him back up, and takes him over into a second German Suplex. Jostrodomus pulls his foe up for a third time, and then takes his opponent over into a Bridged German Suplex for another pinfall attempt: 1............2...............THRE-NO! Terminus somehow gets his shoulder up AGAIN!) *HUGE FIGHTING SPIRIT FACE POP!* Franks: What a display of courage and character by our champion! Quadros: When you say "courage", you mean 'stupidity', right? Terminus should just stay down and call it a night, especially since the title isn't at stake, and especially since it's obvious to everyone that he's in no condition to wrestle right now! Franks: Well, I think Joz is about to make certain that Terminus does stay down, because he just signaled for the #1 Stunna! (Indeed, Joz lurks behind Terminus, waiting for him to rise so that he can plant him through the mat with his vaunted Rock Bottom finisher. As soon that occurs, the L.A. native spins him around and lifts him up...only to have the new Age Punisher shift his weight to block the attempt, and counter directly into an STO! Terminus then slowly rolls over, and stumbles into the nearest corner, blinking once again as he attempts to regain his bearings; meanwhile the Number One Stunner climbs back to his feet, looking more surprised than actually hurt by that last maneuver. Noticing that his opponent still looks to be in rough condition, Joz attempts to get some payback for the last maneuver by charging forward into a Running Corner Splash; only to have the masked man dive out of the way at the last moment. The Number One Stunner stumbles back out of the corner, and the World Champion capitalizes on this situation by vaulting onto the top rope and leaping off into a Moonsault DDT that deposits his opponent head first on the mat!) Franks: Beginning of the End! (As Natalie pounds on the mat and screams support at the top of her lungs, Terminus pulls himself up using the ropes, and stares through narrow eyes at his opponent as Joz slowly begins to rise off the mat. Racing forward off the stands, the masked then proceeds to catch his opponent in the temple with a sweet Shining Wizard that causes Joz to collapse onto his back. The New Age Punisher quickly dives on top of his opponent, and makes a point of hooking his opponent's leg on the ensuing cover: 1........2........THR-Shoulder Up! Not wasting a moment, the Canadian yanks his opponent back up to his feet by the arm, and twists it into an armwringer before doubling him over with a nasty shoot kick to the gut, and then races off the ropes into a Snap Swinging Neckbreaker that sends his opponent spinning violently to the canvas. Terminus quickly follows up with a Standing Shooting Star Press and once again hooks the leg on the ensuing cover: 1...........2.........THREEEENOT QUITE! Shoulder Up again!) Quadros: I've gotta say that I'm surprised that Terminus has been able to shift the momentum of this match, but I'm not sure if that has as much to the champion, or whether it speaks poorly of Joz's inr-ing abilty! ( Terminus shakes his head, but quickly regains his cool as he waits for Joz to rise off the mat, before catching him flush in the face with a Standing Dropkick! The force of this strike causes the Number One Stunner to hurtle backward into the corner, where her collapses onto the seat of his trunks. Terminus takes advantage of the situation by scraping the sole of his boot against his opponent's face a few times, and then quickly sprints to the other side of the ring, and races forward into a Running Hesitation Dropkick that catches Joz flush in the face! The Number One Stunner looks to be all but out of it as he flops down onto his back, and Terminus smiles slightly through his mask as he stares down and nods at Natalie, who gives her lover a relieved, gratified smile as she watches him begin to scale the turnbuckles! ) *ANTICIPATION POP! * Franks: Can you believe this comeback!? Depsite appearing to be in a badly disoriented state, Terminus somehow has found a way to put Joz into position to make him the latest victim of Terminal Velocity! Quadros: Yeah...if he can find a way to climb the turnbuckles, that is...and that seems to be easier said than done for him at the moment! ( Sure enough, the masked man does seem to be labouring as he slowly begins to climb the turnbuckles; and sways precariously just as he steps onto the top cable before just managing to regain his balance; however, this delay proves costly as a now recovered Joz pops up to his feet and runs up the ropes before grabbing Terminus and taking him down with an Avalance Backdrop Suplex! Once again, both men lie flat on the canvas after that last exchange, but eventually, Joz manages to roll over and drapes an arm across his opponent's chest for the cover: 1..........2...........THREEEEEEENOOO! Shoulder Up at the last possible split second! Jostrodomus signals that the match is about to end as he pulls his opponent up and sets him up for the Domus Ending! However, Terminus is somehow able to counter out of the attempted Powerbomb by falling backward into a Double Knee Facebreaker that leaves both men lying flat on the canvas!) Franks: And once again, both men are down after that last exchange! this match has been going back and forth ever since the opening bell, and both of them keep finiding ways to counter each other's moves! Quadros: Well these guys aren't strangers to one another, that's for sure, so that shouldn't be too much of a surprise. Still, it'll be interesting to see which one of these two can find a way to pull out a victory in this match! ( Andy Sheppard tolls the ten count as both men lie flat on their backs. Terminus slowly climbs back to his feet and then hauls his opponent up before setting him up for the Apotheosis '08! NO! Joz counters by hooking his opponent's arms and taking him down into a Backslide: 1............2.............Terminus somersaults backward out of the pinning predicament and back to his feet-just in time to see Joz has launched himself into a Superkick that he calls the Tweety Bird Special! Ducked! Terminus quickly takes his opponent into a small package for another pinfall attempt: 1...........2...........Joz is somehow able to shift his weight and now it's Terminus who ends up with his shoulders on the mat: 1............2..........Kick Out! Both men scramble back to to thier feet at roughly the same time; Joz is up just a little bit quicker, and takes advantage by connecting with a forearm to his opponent's chest that sends the masked man stumbling to the ropes. The Number One Stunner then attempts to whip his opponent into the ropes, only to have the New Age Punisher reverse into an Armdrag that sends his opponent onto his back. Terminus then attempts to follow up with an Armbar, but Joz reaches up with his legs and double kicks his opponent in the chest, knocking him to the mat as well. The two then kip up to their feet at the same time, earning a massive pop from the crowd as they turn to face one another once again!) Crowd: "Let's go Terminus!" "Let's go Joz!" "Let's go Terminus!" L:et's Go Joz!" (The two men eye one another for a moment as they preparer to engage one another once more, but then the legs of the masked man buckle, and he takes a step backward and grabs onto the ropes as he shakes his head and begin to blink once again! Terminus takes a deep breath as he stares at Joz through unfocused eyes and takes step forward....before pitching forward and collapsing to the mat! Natalie lets out an anguished cry as she begins to scream her lover's name; Joz steps back and regards his opponent uncertainly, and the official looks stunned for a moment as he bends down and checks on the condition of the champion before going very pale as he immediately throws his arms up into an X sign and signals the timekeeper to ring the bell! EMT's are seen streaming into the ring, and the official has to restrain a hyserical Natalie as she enters the ring to check on her fiance! The referee seems to be about ready to raise Joz's hand, but the Number One Stunner simply waves him off, and mouths the words "Not like this" as he folds his arms and stares down at his old rival.) * SHOW OF INTEGRITY FACE POP! * (Even Natalie nods in acknowledgement as she watches Jostrodomus look down at the stricken Evan Andrews and motions for a mic.) Jostrodomus: You grew a set of balls since the last time I was around Terminus…I’ll give you some credit there, but I told you that you weren’t in any condition to take part in this match, but I’ll say one thing. Howdy…If I were you I’d be watching myself and my well being. I know the drastic measures this little bastard would take months ago before he actually grew a set. (With that, Joz exits the ring to a nice ovation, and watches as the EMT's continue to tend to the fallen champion in the center of the ring.) Franks: Well, we can only hope that Terminus is all right and makes a full recovery from whatever medical issue that caused him to collapse in such dramatic fashion! Quadros: Well, you can hope that. I hope that whatever put Termite out of action keeps him out for a long, long time! That way, I won't have to put up with you saying just how much heart he has at every given opportunity! Franks: Leave it to you to say such a horrible thing, Ray! In any event, we'll keep you posted on the condition of the champion as soon as we gain any more information! For now, though, we have to take a commercial break! You Have the Power. Make Him Pay Written by: Neil With his office door locked shut and some Hammerfist Security guards hanging out on the other side, Commissioner Butcher finds himself pacing the room like a caged animal. The television set that is normally reserved for watching the Violation broadcast, finds itself broken on the floor with a puff of smoke emanating from it. File cabinets have been tipped over with the contents strewn about the floor. His chair is flipped over and broken after being slammed against the concrete wall. And still, dressed in his pants a torn apart dress shirt, the Commissioner has accomplished nothing in his attempts to find Jason Sandman and his wife, Nikki. He growls as he continues to pace back and forth, this time with no opportunity to scale a wall and walk away on the other side. Tonight, he truly is helpless in this situation with no action that can be taken. He takes the coffee pot and throws it against the wall, letting the glass shatter and leaving a coffee stain on the wall. Then suddenly he hears the door handle begin to turn. It’s being unlocked. The door swings open and in walks long time enemy and former owner of TNW, Mr. Daz Van Dyke. Dressed in his custom navy blue Armani suit, DVD can only smile mischievously as he looks at the trashed office. DVD: Let me guess, Butcher…you’ve been redecorating? The Butcher: What the Hell do you want, Daz? DVD: Oh nothing much, Cortez. Perhaps catch up on old times? The Butcher: Listen, Daz, I’m not in the mood to play any games you might have in store tonight. I have a lot on my plate. DVD: So I’ve heard. Mr. Van Dyke tries to find a place to sit down comfortably but that’s impossible at this point since the Commissioner has destroyed all of the office furniture. Instead, he leans against the desk and crosses his hands over his chest. DVD: So I hear your wife has gone missing… The Butcher: Don’t you talk about her! This is partially your fault! DVD: My fault? What did I ever do to you? The Butcher: Give me a break. Your little Irish bastard London McCormack filled my Nikki’s head full of lies. Lies I cheated on her. Lies I was a selfish prick. Lies I never cared about her. All lies! DVD: Were they? The response sets the Commissioner off as he grabs Daz by the throat. The Butcher: They were LIES! He doesn’t choke Daz Van Dyke though. He just pushes him by the throat. The Butcher: Tell me, Daz, where was your boy London when Sandman took Nikki? Or did he just hand her over? I wouldn’t be surprised at all if you, London, and Sandman were all in on this! DVD: Now there is a lie! We had nothing to do with this, Cortez. In fact, she came to see you last week when Sandman took her. The Butcher: What do you mean? DVD: She was waiting for you in your office. But of course as usual, you were off doing something “more important” when she needed you most. The Butcher: How do you know? DVD: Cause I talked with her. The Butcher: What did she say? DVD: That’s beside the point…Commissioner. You are the Commissioner of PWA, correct? The Butcher: Yes! DVD: Then start acting like it, damn it! You’re going about this situation entirely wrong. But what do I expect from an unintelligent former wrestler such as yourself? The Butcher: Are you trying to give me advice, Daz? DVD: Only if you would listen for once in your life! You’ve lost all control, Cortez. A man in your position should have the control but no, Sandman has it over you now. If I was in your position, which I never would have been to begin with…but if I were you, I would make Sandman work for his paycheck. The Butcher: I’m not going to become like you, Daz. I’m not going to sabotage people just because I can. DVD: Then you truly are a fool, Cortez. You and your stupid moral code. Your defunct honor. In the end you are going to be destroyed because you are helpless. And your Nikki…well, don’t be surprised if she ends up just like you in the end. Dead. The Butcher: What should I do? DVD: Crush Sandman’s pride. Make it hard for him to breathe. Torture him each week. Make him wish HE was dead. You have the power, Commissioner. It’s about bloody time you use it! Maybe then you’ll have a whole new respect for how I ran TNW. Make him pay. With that little advice given, Daz Van Dyke knocks on the door to let the Hammerfist Security guards know to let him out. Keys rustle on the other side of the door as the door is opened. Daz Van Dyke looks back at The Butcher one more time before leaving the room. The Commissioner is standing there, going over his options. His conscience in his right ear, the devil in his left. PWA Light Heavyweight Championship Nighthawk vs. Alex Legend Written by: Okori Ring Announcer Freddy Ferdinand: “This next contest is the final match of the best-of-3 series. It is scheduled for one fall to a finish with no time limit and is for the vacant PWA World Light Heavyweight Title. The referee for this match is PWA Senior Official Sasha Brown.” (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: How can you not be impressed with this young man, Ray? He’s brought everything he has to the ring each week. He picked up a huge victory over Nighthawk at Bad Moon Rising so this match could even take place. Now the Light Heavyweight Title is on the line. Quadros: Yes he did bring everything to the ring at Bad Moon Rising and that frustrated Nighthawk. That’s why he lost. I see the same thing happening tonight. (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.) Franks: The consummate professional, Nighthawk has a chance to regain the gold he lost earlier this year. Quadros: It has been a long road for Nighthawk. Too bad his dreams get crushed once again like they did against Bryce Michaels and Terminus! Freddy Ferdinand: “Introducing first, in the corner to my left, He is wearing black with red trim. He weighed in tonight at 230 pounds… from Houston, Texas…. Please welcome “The Absolute” Alex Legend!” (As Alex Legend steps out of the corner, raising his hands above his head in anticipation and mouthing the words “One More Time”, the crowd claps as one solid unit eager to see what will happen next and chants “One More Time”.) Freddy Ferdinand: “His opponent, in the corner to my right, he is wearing blue with white. He is a former PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion. He weighed in tonight at 185 pounds. From the fighting city of Chicago, Illinois, please welcome… “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk!” (As Nighthawk steps out of his corner, raising one finger above his head, the crowd tosses in buckets of blue and white streamers and immediately chants “We Love Nighthawk” and “Next World Champ” which Nighthawk grins and nods his head in acceptance and Sin claps on the apron as well in time with that chant.) (As both men wait in their respective corners, staring across the ring at each other with more than a fair bit of tension as they appear to make a tacit and unspoken promise to the other that they will do whatever they have to do in order to get the win, the crowd buzzes slowly as they anticipate that something special is about to happen as they retreat to their respective corners while the referee holds up the vacant World Light Heavyweight Title over her head. As the referee signals for the bell to be rung Nighthawk and Alex Legend step out of the corner, having a tension-filled handshake, they cautiously circle each other at first, neither man being all that willing to commit too early to any specific plan of attack. Finally figuring out what it is that he wants to try and do early the Chicago native extends his palm out flat in an inverted knucklelock attempt which they then use to try and jockey for position against each other, both men pulling back and forth on the knucklelock as they try to somehow find an opening for an advantage. After what seems like an interminably long time working to find even a little bit of an opening both “The Absolute” and the “Wrestling Machine” push each other back into the ropes forcing the referee to come in and break them up.) Franks: These two continue to feel each other out, not giving an inch so far in this match. Quadros: All it takes is one mistake, Carl. (As they both walk back into the center of the ring, the caution they started the match with still evident, Nighthawk again places the flats of his palm out challenging for another inverted knucklelock as he continues to remain on his quest to try and see what his opponent is going to be bringing to the table on this particular night. But while he quickly accepted the challenge the first time this time the Houston native hesitates for a moment, as if trying to figure out the best way that he will be able to counter out of this into an advantageous position of his own. Having perhaps finally figured out the way that he can use the challenge of the Chicago native Alex agrees to the inverted knucklelock challenge and quickly rolls through into a knucklelock of his own, quickly trying to push the former World Light Heavyweight Champion down to the mat. Continuing to use his advantage in strength to try and bull his opponent down to the mat Alex pushes the “Wrestling Machine” all the way down until his shoulders are touching the mat, a development which quickly draws over referee Sasha Brown who quickly counts 1 before Nighthawk manages to get his shoulders up and somehow manages to snap off a desperation rolling wrist snap, holding on to the wrists and chaining it over into an inverted La Majistral Cradle he calls the Jorge Rivera Special, before sticking his tongue out and applying a locomotion version of the Jorge Rivera Special around the entirety of the mat until he is sure that his opponent is sufficiently dizzy before holding on and forcing Sasha to count another 2-count. Almost as soon as he rolls his shoulder up to escape the pin Alex slides to the outside of the ring and goes into dry heaves on the ring apron, clearly dizzy from the constant motion.) Franks: Alex Legend’s world is spinning right now, Ray. Quadros: Yeah but he had the presence of mind to get out of that ring and re-set. (Getting back into the ring slowly, his legs still a little rubbery from the spin that he got taken around the ring, Alex tries to hit a side headlock which Nighthawk counters out of by pulling apart his opponent’s fingers apart until he is sure that he has the grip completely loosened and then slaps in a standing armwringer, hooking in the hold as deep as he can. Keeping a safe distance between him and his opponent, but not so far apart that the possibility of escape is too great, the Chicago native then begins to twist on the armwringer and slowly begins to pull apart at the fingers, drawing a great grimace of pain from “The Absolute” as he continues to slowly experiment on his opponent’s left arm trying to figure out what will cause him as much pain as possible. However he finds himse4lf countered when the Houston native reverses out into a back-to-back standing double armbar, grasping his hands around the wrists tight to try and prevent the “Wrestling Machine” from escaping the hold. Shaking his head no when referee Sasha Brown goes over to ask him if he wants to give it up Nighthawk is then countered right into a quick textbook bridging pin that gets a quick 2-count, as he rolls out and looks up to see Alex Legend standing above him holding 2 fingers above his head and mouthing the words “One More Time”.) Franks: Alex Legend has a swagger about him. He knows Nighthawk respects him and understands he could easily lose again. Quadros: I’m glad you didn’t call him cocky, Carl. He’s every bit as advertise. (Lying on the mat for a moment to catch his faculties, kipping back up to his feet when the referee asks him if he wants to continue the match, Nighthawk then reaches out and grabs a hold of Alex’s left hand at the wrist and uses the opening that he found for himself to slip himself over into a standing wristlock, bending his opponent’s elbow back almost to a position where it is behind his head. Cinching in the wristlock deep the Chicago native tries to hold onto the hold tight as Alex continues to try and find a way to get himself out of this wristlock, using everything that he can think of to somehow try and find an escape before trying to hit a back heel trip and rolling himself out that way. but as he tries to hit the back heel trip the former World Light Heavyweight Champion blocks by spreading his legs out wide to avoid the trip, and then goes right down with Alex and slaps on a grounded bent wristlock to continue with the stratagem that he brought into this match. Using his strength to roll up to a seated position while the bent wristlock is still applied “The Absolute” then counters his way out of the wristlock while still on a seated position by using the toe of his boot to set up an opening where he can crack the wristlock open and get back to his feet, shaking out his arm as we have another standoff.) (As both men continue to stare at each other, each one appearing to be slowly coming to the realization that most of their strategies up to this point has been nullified by the same strategies of the other man, Alex quickly tries to slap on a cravate which Nighthawk prevents him from applying by using his leg as a lever and quickly spins out of the hold, shaking his finger no with a grin on his face as he tries to quickly use the momentary surprise to go back to a wristlock, this time forcing Alex to quickly counter by slapping the right hand of the Chicago native away. Glaring back at his opponent as both men find their initial attempts rebuffed they both walk back to their separate corners, both men thinking over what has to be their best choice of attack from here on in. Deciding that now is the best time to try and up the tempo the former World Light Heavyweight Champion hits a pair of deep armdrags, the last one sending Alex to the outside of the ring. Trying to cue up a running springboard plancha the “Wrestling Machine” leaps over the top rope, only to be caught in mid-air by “The Absolute” who quickly takes advantage of the situation and nails him with a backbreaker, holding on long enough to toss Nighthawk back-first into the steel ring post.) Franks: Oh! What a catch there by Alex Legend! Quadros: That’s not going to be good for the spine of Nighthawk, that’s for sure. (Tossing his now-wounded opponent back in the ring Alex now licks his lips as he sees an opening and goes right after it, dropping an elbow on the lower back and then picking his opponent up and hitting a trio of backbreakers, making sure that each one has more snap on it than the last one. Pulling Nighthawk up to his feet the Houston native whips him so hard into the corner that he leaves his feet in order to execute this maneuver, the smack of his opponent’s back against the ring ropes making an audible thud. Continuing to stay right on the lower back of the Chicago native Alex hits a half-nelson backbreaker, covering and only getting a 2-count as the former World Light Heavyweight Champion is able to roll his shoulder out before the count of 3. Deciding that he has not done nearly enough damage to his opponent’s lower back yet to be satisfied “The Absolute” picks him up and goes for a straight backbreaker, holding onto the hold as he tries to draw a submission. Shaking his fingers no when the referee comes over to try and determine if he wants to give up the match the “Wrestling Machine” now focuses all of his attention on trying to extricate himself from this hold, screaming out in pain as he moves Alex’s hand from off of his mouth so that he can get some air into his lungs. Gritting his teeth, as though he is acutely aware that what he is going to want to do is going to hurt him quite a bit but that he has to do it in order to escape this position, Nighthawk lifts his legs up and floats his way off of Alex’s knee and tries to go for the shining wizard to the back of the head that he calls the Bomb Pop only to get caught with a half-nelson backbreaker, followed by a gorilla press into a backbreaker.) Franks: Once again, Alex Legend targets the spine of Nighthawk. Quadros: He’s going to take Nighthawk’s base away. He’ll lose all hope of winning this match when he can’t put any power into his moves because his back is shot. (Standing on the top rope while below him Nighthawk is writhing on pain Alex is suddenly showered with a chorus of boos, which leads him to shrug his shoulders and then begin to rip at the face of the Chicago native while he’s on the mat before delivering a pair of knee strikes to the lower back and then going right back to another submission hold, this time choosing to employ a surfboard. Shaking his head no again when the referee asks him if he wants to submit Alex then lifts himself forward and hooks in a dragon sleeper while still applying the surfboard. Wrenching in the sleeper deep while bending back on the surfboard Alex lets go of the sleeper for a moment, and goes back to ripping at the face of the former World Light Heavyweight Champion which draws even louder boos from the crowd as they then turn all of their attention towards rallying the “Wrestling Machine” back into the match chanting “Let’s Go Nighthawk.” Shaking his head no again Nighthawk then counters his way into a pinning combination off the surfboard which gets a 2-count. Getting up to his feet gingerly Nighthawk is quickly cut off with a booming chop to the chest which the former World Light Heavyweight Champion walks right through, forcing “The Absolute” to land a booming leaping kick to the head.) Franks: Stiff kick there by Alex Legend! (Going right back to his work on the back of his opponent Alex lifts Nighthawk up into a fireman’s carry and then drops him down into a double knee gutbuster, following it up with a butterfly backbreaker. Deciding that now would be as good a time as any to go for the Legend Killer the Houston native picks him up and butterflies his arms before going for the maneuver only for the Chicago native to roll himself through into a small package that gets a count of 1. But as both men roll back to their knees the former World Light Heavyweight Champion somehow still has enough left to hit the shining wizard to the back of the head that he calls the Bomb Pop before collapsing to the mat in pain. As the referee starts the 10-count for both men Nighthawk somehow finds the strength to pull himself up, using the ropes to help in this affair as his back is clearly still in a tremendous amount of pain. Crawling up to a standing position the “Wrestling Machine” holds onto the ropes, ducking himself down out of self-preservation when Alex charges towards him, sending him careening to the outside. Sighing in pain, realizing that he has to take advantage of this situation, Nighthawk gets a running start and flies through the ropes with a forearm tope suicida, sending Alex flying over the ropes and into the first row of the crowd. Smiling as his back appears to no longer be hurting him the Chicago native slides underneath the bottom rope, waiting until Alex gets to his feet before flying into the crowd with a textbook tope suicida into an armdrag, sending “The Absolute” flying shoulder-first into a set-up folding chair.) Franks: What a crazy move that was by Nighthawk! He can hit an arm drag out from anywhere it seems! Quadros: Oh that cheating Nighthawk! He used a steel chair on purpose! (Crawling back into the ring, both men now winded as a direct result of the long match that they have had, Alex waits until Nighthawk gets into the ring and then hits a 1-armed Legend Killer. Crawling forward on his good arm Alex covers and is convinced that he has the victory, that is at least until referee Sasha Brown informs him that the Chicago native managed to get his foot across the bottom rope. Going for the Legend Killer again this time Nighthawk blocks and hits a hurricanrana, letting the referee count only to 1 before sliding out and quickly applying the Hangman’s Clutch. Yanking back as hard as he can Nighthawk holds on to the hold until Alex Legend taps.) Freddy Ferdinand: “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match, and NEW PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion…. “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk!” Franks: What a victory for Nighthawk! He’s a two-time PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion, Ray! Quadros: Good grief! You mean we’re going to have to put up with his growing ego until Redemption II? I might not even show up for work until then! (As Nighthawk takes the belt from the referee and puts it over his shoulder he turns back and sees Alex getting to his feet, cursing the whole way up that he fell victim to the Hangman’s Clutch. Walking back into the center of the ring Nighthawk offers Alex a handshake which he accepts, then taking the Light Heavyweight Title and putting it across Nighthawk’s waist himself Franks: What a classy move by Alex Legend. He fought hard but Nighthawk comes out as the victor. Quadros: I’m still not convinced, Carl. They’re technically 1 and 1 in this best of 3 if you don’t count the Liam Travers loss. Franks: There may be some truth to that, Ray, but we’ll have to see what comes of this next week. We’re out of time tonight! For my colleague Ray Quadros, I’m Carl Franks and this has been Violation 44. We’ll see you next week from the Coors Events Center in Boulder, Colorado! Good night everybody!

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