Violation 45
Sunday, November 2nd, 2008
Coors Events Center in Boulder, Colorado
A Sincere Thank You
Written by: Okori
As Violation starts up the opening strains of “Holding Out For A Hero (Sweet Home Chicago Intro)” by Emery boom out over the sound system at the Coors Events Center, although as the lights come back up, we see that Nighthawk is nowhere to be found and the only person standing at the top of the ramp is Nighthawk’s wife Sin. Grabbing a microphone from a helpful member of the PWA road crew. Sin smiles and beams as the crowd cheers her wildly.
Sin: “My husband and I have waited for this moment since February. You, the PWA fans, have waited for this moment since February. And it gives me a great honor to finally give it to you. Ladies and gentlemen, your new PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion…. “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk!”
As Sin walks back to the back the lights in the Coors Event Center fade to black and the PWA video screen fires up, showing highlights of every great match he put together from the time he lost the championship in February until last week when he regained the belt. As the lights come back up, the crowd chanting now “Thank You Nighthawk”, the opening strains of “Holding Out For A Hero (Sweet Home Chicago Intro)” by Emery boom out over the sound system and the house lights pan up to the very top of the event center where Nighthawk is standing, his Light Heavyweight Title wrapped around his waist. Walking down the steps from the top of the building down to the ring the “Wrestling Machine” shakes hands and shares embraces with the fans whom he thinks has drug him to this point.
Finally climbing into the ring, a smile on his face a half-mile wide, Nighthawk climbs to the top rope and holds the Light Heavyweight Title over his head. Kissing his wife passionately on the lips the “Wrestling Machine” pulls the Light Heavyweight Title over his shoulder. Clad as he is in a black PWA Wrestle Factory T-shirt, his blue-and-white wrestling gear, and blue-and-white wrestling boots, Nighthawk takes the microphone from his wife Sin.
Nighthawk: “Since February I have wanted this title that I now have. I fought to get it, because I knew it could represent something to me that I wish this sport could give you far more often than it does. This belt, and the great champions that held it, represents wrestling freedom. The chance to do whatever you want in this ring. Now I know I don’t have the chance tonight to defend this title. But in the upcoming weeks I will. And I make you this promise: I will defend this belt like a man, against anyone who wants a shot. Anytime, anyplace, it is of no concern to me. The last 2 “champions” who have held it abused this belt. It is now past time to bring it back. Again… I will defend this title anytime, anyplace, against anyone. Thank you to the PWA fans. This belt is as much yours, maybe even more so, than it is mine. I just hope that I can do right by you this time.”
I'll Take Care of Her
Written by: Tyler
'Spit it out' begins to play over the loud speaker as the lights turn blue, shrouding the entire arena in a creepy glow. A rather bulky image can be seen standing at the head of the ramp, his arms resting on his side as the lights come back on, revealing Victor Jace and his constantly sadistic smile. With an arrogant strut, he begins his descent to the ring, climbing up the stairs and going in-between the ropes as the fans begin to show their hatred for him. With a proud loon on his face, he stands on the middle rope, leans towards the crowd, and beckons for a microphone from one of the many people at ring side. After he is handed the microphone, he points to the time keepers chair and motions for him to hand it over. Although he wishes otherwise, he hands the veteran of violence the chair, and he positions it in the middle of the ring, sitting down and looking directly into the camera, the smile still hovering on his face.
Franks: “Well, Victor is supposed to face Chris Wilkins tonight, but it looks as though he has another reason for joining us now.”
Quadros: “I, for one, am glad. Maybe he’ll finally explain his actions last week.”
Jace: “Last week was amazing, wasn’t it? I mean seriously, how often do you get to see somebody bathe in their own blood on live television? It was so…exhilarating! Before then, I had never felt more alive in my entire life. The way the blood streamed off of his body and onto the ramp was amazing, and that’s not even the best part! No! The best part…was the look on his…companions face. Her eyes…they were beautiful.”
Franks: “This is just sick. How could any human being possibly enjoy inflicting that much pain on another?”
Quadros: “Well, Jace has never really shown any human characteristics. He’s always been a selfish man, who would go to any length necessary to get what he wants.”
Franks: “What’s inhuman about that?”
Quadros: “Nevermind…”
Jace: “Oh, but why were they the best part, you say? Her eyes…resembled mine. Despite the bloody ball on the ground behind us, her eyes gave off the impression that she enjoyed watching the beating. Her stare, her cold dark stare…really had me worried for a moment. Such beauty, yet a soul black as night. I had thought that the combination was impossible, but for the first time in my life…I’ve been proven wrong.”
Franks: “Does this guy really believe that?”
Quadros: “It’s entirely possible. Some woman crave that type of affection, bunch of freaks they are though.”
Franks: “You’re disgusting.”
Jace: “Jack, if you’re watching this, I just want you to know that once you’re out of the picture, I’m going to take real good care of Samantha.”
Franks: “I hope Gaither isn’t watching this.”
Quadros: “If he is, things just got personal, that’s for sure.”
Franks: “Yea, and he won’t be in any condition to compete for at least another month.”
Quadros: “Don’t worry, I’m sure somebody in his group has enough common sense to hold him back.”
With that said, Victor tosses the chair off the top rope and onto the padding below as he brushes his hair from his eyes and raises the microphone to his mouth once more.
Jace: “Now, Christopher, if you’re still intent on wrestling me, I’d like to get this over with, so could you please come down here?”
With the smile still on his face, Jace tosses the microphone into the crowd and leans against the turnbuckle, waiting for his opponent to show himself.
Chris Wilkins vs. Victor Jace
Written by: Tyler
"What I Want" by Daughtry begins to play in the arena. As the chorus starts, a blast of fireworks come out from the entrance ramp and smoke starts to fill the arena. It begins to clear and standing on the stage are Chris Wilkins with Alex Rollins at is side. With Rollins yelling instructions in his ear, they walk down to the ring. Sliding in at the same time, Wilkins raises his fists to the fans, while Rollins claps behind him. Talking last second strategy, Wilkins waits for the match to start.
Quadros: “Well, Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for Victor Jace to make his in-ring return against another PWA Original, Chris Wilkins.”
Franks: “If I remember correctly, these two have some unfinished business from back in the day.”
Quadros: “You’re absolutely right, both men hold a victory over each other and we hope that this will be the tie breaker.”
'Spit it out' begins to play over the loud speaker as the lights turn blue, shrouding the entire arena in a creepy glow. A rather bulky image can be seen standing at the head of the ramp, his arms resting on his side as the lights come back on, revealing Victor Jace and his constantly sadistic smile. With an arrogant strut, he begins his descent to the ring, climbing up the stairs and going inbetween the ropes as the fans begin to show their hatred for him. With a proud look on his face, he stands on the middle rope, leans towards the crowd, and yells before turning around, his eyes meeting Wilkins’ as the bell rings.
Quadros: “Such an Angry look on Jaces’ face, I hope Wilkins knows what he’s doing.”
Franks: “Chris is no push over, Ray. He should have no problem going toe to toe with the big man.”
Quadros: “I hope you’re right.”
The two men lock up in the center of the ring as Wilkins’ and his speed advantage quickily get the upper hand with a quick arm drag takedown. Victor is quickly back to his feet, but is met with a huge dropkick that forces him against the ropes. Before he can recover, Chris runs over to him and clothesline him out of the ring, and onto the floor below.
Quadros: “Judging by the look on his face, I don’t think the Veteran of Violence expected this kind of offence from the former Mr. X-Division.”
Franks: “Yea, and it’s that train of thought that allowed this to happen. You should never underestimate your opponent.”
Victor smacks his hand against the mat as he gets to his feet, the referee only to the count of 3. No sooner than he regains his balance, does Wilkins spring board off the top rope and hit him with an impressive moonsault.
Franks “Wow, what a move.”
Quadros: “Chris knows that the longer this match goes on, the more it begins to favor his opponent.”
Franks “I couldn’t agree more. If he doesn’t use all his big moves now, his body may end up more injured than his pride.”
Wilkins is quick to his feet, and he quickly slides Victor into the ring and pins his shoulders to the mat but barely gets a two. Both men are able to get to their feet, and they exchange right hands in the middle of the ring. It doesn’t take long for the bigger man to get the upper hand, and Wilkins is sent bouncing off the ropes and into the air with a huge back body drop. Not wasting any time, Victor races his adversary to his feet and hoists him up into the air before dropping him on his back with a massive suplex. Victor stomps down on Wilkins elbow before locking him in an armbar.
Quadros: “Just like that, Victor takes control.”
Franks: “Don’t count Chris out yet, I’m sure he’ll make a comeback soon.”
The fans quickly get behind the Ogden Superstar with chants of his many monikers begin to flood the arena. As his blood begins to pump, he manages to break free from the hold and get to his feet, meeting Jace in the center with a kick to the midsection, and follows it up by hooking his arms and hitting a beautiful tiger driver, planting Jace in the center of the ring as he goes for the pin. One…Two…No! Victor kicks out. Without giving him the time to recover, Wilkins quickly grabs his leg and begins to bend it with a painful Half Crab maneuver.
Quadros: “Smart move. Take out those legs, and you’ll take out his entire offensive.”
Franks: “I don’t know, it’s going to take a lot more than that to break those tree trunks.”
Wilkins can be heard yelling “Tap out!” while the referee is examining Jace, but he responds with a quick “Buzz off” as he twists his body over, and pushes the older superstar off of him. With one knee on the ground, he prepares to get to his feet, however, Christopher had this anticipated as he bounces off and hits his opponent with the shining wizard, sending him back to the mat but allowing him to roll out of the ring and regroup. With a running start, Chris leaps over the top rope and goes for a 2nd moonsault, but Jace moves out of the way causing him to crash into the announcers table.
Quadros: “And that’s what happens when you try and take to many risks. You end up crashing, and burning.”
Franks: “I think I just shit myself.”
With an evil smirk on his face, Victor slides into the ring, and back out to restart the count before dragging Wilkins off of the table, causing him to hit the ground with a sick thud. After two quick stomps to each knee, the veteran of violence lifts Wilkins off his feet, as if he were carrying a package. The Oversized Superstar takes a few steps back before throwing Christopher over his head, forcing him to bounce off of the ring post, and fall onto the steel stairs below.
Quadros: “Oh my god! What a move! There is no way he’s getting up from that, this match is over.”
Franks: “I hope he’s alright. We’ve lost a rather large chunk of our better talent these past few months, I hate to lose another.”
Victor rolls both Wilkins and himself into the ring, before going for a pinning attempt on his fallen opponent. One. Two. THRE--No, He kicks out mere moments before the final count. An angry expression has begun to brew on the face of Jace as he lifts Chris to his feet, preparing to hit him with The Natural Selection. However, Wilkins manages to put his arm on the ropes, sending Jace face first into the mat himself!
Quadros: “After being on the reciving end of such a dangerous technique, I’m surprised he even knew what was happening!”
Franks: “Just goes to show you how tough the talent truly is in PWA. Not even the toughest of the NFL players would be able to withstand what Chris has, and be able to stand.”
Chris begins to stalk his opponent, as Jace regains mobility and gets to his feet. He turns around, and receives a quick kick to the midsection, before his head is shoved in between the legs of the warrior from Utah, and is driven into the mat with a huge flipping piledriver.
Quadros: “There it is! The Last Shot! I don’t believe it, but it’s over!”
Franks: “Aren’t you getting ahead of yourself? We don’t even know if he has the energy left to finish the match!”
After several moments of lying motionless on the mat, Chris begins to crawl towards Jace in order to score the pinfall and win the match. Right before he can get his right arm draped the body of Jace, he sits up and hits Wilkins with a hard right hand, before grabbing his hair and slamming his head into the mat. With a smirk on his face, he uses the ropes to assist him in getting to his feet, before picking up Wilkins and dropping him with The Natural Selection.
Quadros: “Well, I can’t say I didn’t see that coming.”
Franks: “Yes you can, it’d just be a lie.”
Victor drops to his knees and crawls over the limp body of Wilkins, hooking his legs and placing his arm around his neck, wrenching it tightly. The pain quickly travels through-out his entire body as Jace grabs onto the ropes, using them for leverage. The referee fails to notice this, and Wilkins has no choice but to tap out.
Quadros: “Wilkins Tapped! It’s over!”
Franks: “Are you surprised? This match was over the minute his body collided with the turnbuckle.”
Quadros: “I guess that Last Shot got my hopes up, a little.”
The referee calls for the bell as the ring announcer announces the winner of the match, but Jace refuses to break the hold as Wilkins begins to lose consciousness from the pain. Referee Andy Shepperd warns Jace that’ll he’ll reverse the decision if he doesn’t break the hold. Victor complies, but ends up sending the referee to the ground with a snap power bomb, before rolling out of the ring and grabbing a steel chair.
Franks: “The match is over, but it would appear as if Victor is getting started.”
Quadros: “Don’t jump to conclusions, maybe he just wants to congratulate his opponent by setting him upright before leaving.”
Contrary to the belief of Ray, Victor raises the chair high above his head and drives it into the back of the downed athlete several times, before hitting him twice on the right leg. Wilkins screams in pain, but Victor can only smile as he lifts him up and places him on the top rope, placing the Chair on the mat below. The Hardcore Heartthrob places Wilkins arm under his own, before leaping off the second rope with a huge DDT, driving the head of Wilkins into the chair below.
Quadros: “This is just sick, is he trying to end his career?”
Franks: “I think that’s the point, Ray.”
‘Spit it out’ begins to play over the loudspeakers as Victor places his right foot on the back of Wilkins head, raises his arms into the air, and celebrates his victory over the once admirable veteran before leaving the ring.
Quadros: “Well, one thing was accomplished here tonight.”
Franks: “Oh? What’s that?”
Quadros: “Everybody backstage now knows that Victor is back, and better than ever.”
Naming Your Demise
Written by: Paul & Neil
As Violation comes back from commercial the sounds of My Idea of Fun by The Stooges comes on the speakers. The lights go down and as they do a spotlight shines on the entrance as a figure walks out looking down to the ground. The figure stands at the top of the ramp and starts to look up as the spotlights go out. A few seconds later a fireball shots into the air and lights come back on revealing The Angel of Death. The Angel slowly walks down to the ring staring only straight ahead. Upon entering the ring he motions with his hand and a ring tech brings The Angel a microphone as if it wasn’t by his own control. Angel looks around the arena before finally speaking.
The Angel: Children open your parents, but since they aren’t with us listen to me. For a nearly two years a man by the name of James Cortez has done whatever it has taken to make sure that failure is all my host has known and for the majority of this time done so with immunity on his side. That was until I found his point of war. It never had to come to this, but Cortez you just didn’t listen to your spirit and now Nikki Cortez is no longer with us.
Without any music at all, The Butcher steps out from the back and stares down Jason Sandman from the entrance ramp.
The Butcher: Where is she, Sandman?
The Angel: If you want answers then you will address me by my name otherwise body parts will begin to be delivered.
The Commissioner doesn't seem to be having any fun with this as he begins to walk towards the ring.
The Butcher: Damn it! I don't care who you want to be called this week! I all ready told you once, if she is harmed, you die.
The Angel laughs.
The Angel: You can’t kill what controls death and if you don’t play along by my rules then who knows what will be waiting for you when you return to your office. A little blood, some skin, or maybe I will just send you her ring finger that still holds London’s diamond. What will it be Cortez? I will let you pick the first body part.
The Butcher: What do you want...Angel? To torture me? To put me through Hell? All that and more awaits that shell you reside in called Jason Sandman. I all ready told you, you have my attention. Now enough of the games. Let's resolve this anyway we can. Even if it is your way.
The Angel: But I want to resolve this in your way. I want you to feel confidence as meet your demise.
The Commissioner steps into the ring as the two stare each other down. The crowd is waiting for any moment now for this to break out into a brawl.
The Butcher: Confidence won't be a problem for me...Angel. You've messed with a power you truly don't understand.
The Angel: Oh I understand exactly what you are Cortez and though I haven’t experienced your full power first hand I have seen the souls of those who have and through their hands I have seen my victory and through my victory I will see your final demise. Many men have made this claim, but haven’t had the wherewithal to complete their mission. So Jimmie at Redemption two you and I shall meet in the center of the ring and we shall do so in what many used to consider the most hardcore match in wrestling history. I will wipe out the memory of James “The Butcher” Cortez in your name sake. You, me Butch Match.
Upon this revelation, the Commissioner gets a smile over his face.
The Butcher: My confidence continues to grow, Angel. I said I would never compete in a Butch Match again but you leave me no choice. I will meet you at Redemption II in the Butch Match. Now, give me back my wife.
The Angel: In time Cortez. In Time.
The lights go down again and as they come up the Angel is gone. The disgruntled Commissioner sneers off into no where as a slight smirk now starts to form over his face.
It's Not Yours
Written by: unknown
-A loud rush of static comes over the speakers and the jumbotron screen. The audience jumps and covers their ears and the announcers act similarly, although they seem a little more prepared.
Carl: Oh no, looks like...
-The feed cuts to the same dark room with the mysterious figure in the chair. His voice cuts off our announcer before he can finish his statement.
Man: Scared? Confused?
Ray: Well, I can't vouch for anybody's fears, but 'yes', we are all definitely confused.
-The man turns the chair, still with no possible identification of his face.
Man: You all should be confused. One should be afraid.
-The static noise returns for a split second as a picture of Aiden Miles covers the screen. The feed then quickly turns back to the figure. A buzz runs about the fans at the apparent image.
Carl: I do believe that was just a picture of our Premiere Champion Aiden Miles.
Ray: You are 100% correct.
Man: You are disgracing something that you shouldn’t.
-He pauses, sitting up in his chair as he clears his throat.
Man: And YOU, you will pay.
-The static noise returns again and is this time accompanied by a picture of Nighthawk. The feed, as it did before, flips back quickly.
Carl: Whoa...what’s going on?
Ray: I thought he was after Miles.
Man: You don’t deserve what you have taken.
-Once more the noise returns, only this time with a picture of Terminus and then back to the unidentified man. As he stands up the screen fades to black. Slowly, white words appear on the screen.
*It’s Not Yours*
Ray: Well after another visit from our mysterious friend we still don’t have much more answers.
Carl: He claims to only be after one person, but pictures of three came up during his brief stay here.
Ray: All three of which were champions.
Carl: And one must wonder what he means by “It’s Not Yours”. Is it a reference to the gold here in PWA? Only time will tell.
Ray: But enough of these shenanigans, time for the next match.
Nighthawk vs. Jostrodomus
Written by: Jonn
Franks: This next matchup has classic written all over it. Both Jostrodomus and Nighthawk are two gentlemen we’re very familiar with and they’re familiar with each other as well.
Quadros: Did you just use the words classic and Nighthawk in the same sentence?
Franks: Yeah why?
Quadros: Don’t!
Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen. The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first. Weighing in at 185 lbs and hailing from Chicago, Illinois. He is the Premiere Wrestling Alliance Light Heavyweight Champion… “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk!!!
(The house lights in the arena suddenly fade all the way to black and are quickly replaced by blue and white laser lights which draws an appreciative roar from the sold-out crowd. As the laser lights flash in time the roar grows ever louder as the familiar opening strains of ""Holding Out For A Hero (Sweet Home Chicago Intro)" by Emery booms out over the sound speakers as Nighthawk stands at the top of the ramp, his profile silhouetted by blue smoke as he holds the World Light Heavyweight Title above his head. Bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet Nighthawk stares at the middle of the ring as the crowd claps along in time with the beat of the song, his ice-blue eyes never leaving the squared circle as he walks down the ramp while enthusiastically shaking hands with every single fan that he can touch while keeping the title belt over his shoulder. Getting on the top turnbuckle Nighthawk raises one finger above his head before crouching down in his corner, his title belt now around his waist.)
Ferdinand: And his opponent. Weighing in at 265 lbs and making his way from Los Angeles, California. He is the former Premiere Wrestling Alliance World Champion… “The # 1 Stunna” Jostrodomus!!!
("Enemey" 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 before the match starts.)
Quadros: After watching these two go back and forth this week, it’s going to be a blessing to watch Jostrodomus slap the taste out of Nighthawk’s mouth! Can you believe that Nighthawk said he was going to submit the #1 Stunna?!
Franks: Indeed I did and you know what?
Quadros: Chicken butt?
Franks: Real mature. But like I was going to say, I believe that Nighthawk believes he can do it!
Quadros: Do you believe? Because I think Nighthawk is the only one who thinks he can!
Franks: It’ll be interesting to find out! Both men made promises and only one of them is going to get to keep it. Let’s find out as this match is about to start!
DING DING DING!
(The match begins with Jostrodomus and Nighthawk circling each other in the middle of the ring looking for the right opening. Jostrodomus lunges forward and tries to catch Nighthawk off guard, but Nighthawk is quickly identifying himself as the superstar with the superior speed. Jostrodomus smiles to himself knowing that if he can get his hands on Nighthawk, he’ll be in pretty good shape. He jumps forward and again, Nighthawk quickly moves from where he is standing. SMACK! Nighthawk takes Jostrodomus by surprise with a kick to the side of his knee! Joz drops down to one knee and receives a knee to the side of his skull for his efforts. Before he even has a chance to know what’s happening after he hits the mat, Nighthawk is climbing the closest corner’s turnbuckle and doesn’t hesitate before he takes a risky leap. Nighthawk connects with an absolutely picture perfect Moonsault and hooks a leg tight looking to end the night early. 1……… 2……… NO! Jostrodomus manages to get the kickout in the knick of time. The fans are showing their approval for their light heavyweight hero and his quick start.)
Franks: Nighthawk is showing everyone that he meant exactly what he said this week. He was going to take it to Jostrodomus and it looks like he’s going to prove that!
Quadros: Are you kidding me?! Jostrodomus is just feeling Nighthawk out until he finds the right moment and then it’s all over. Joz is more or less like a cat toying with a mouse!
Franks: You might be right, but from what it looked like from here, Jostrodomus almost didn’t get his shoulder up in time.
Quadros: It’s all drama! Joz wants to make Nighthawk feel like he has a chance and just when he does, he’s going to snatch it away like a thief in the night!
Franks: It’s that kind of mumbo jumbo that people like Nighthawk and I don’t particularly care for.
Quadros: That’s because you’re nothing but overgrown sissies!
(Nighthawk helps Jostrodomus up to his feet and looks to send him into the ropes with an Irish Whip, but Joz counters it! Nighthawk is sent towards the ropes. Instead of bouncing off of them however, Nighthawk jumps up and springboards off of the middle rope! He rotates around while still in the air and lands on Jostrodomus’ shoulders! Hurracanrana! Joz is flipped over as he lands on his back! Nighthawk looking to make Joz work just to stay in this match as he goes for the pin attempt. 1………. 2………. NO! Joz gets a shoulder up again. Nighthawk doesn’t show much emotion as he knows it’s going to take more than that to take down the #1 Stunna. He brings Joz up to a standing position yet again and then lights up his chest with a couple of Knife Edge Chops. Joz is completely reeling as Nighthawk backs up into the ropes before charging his opponent. Superkick attempt missed by Nighthawk! Jostrodomus grabs the leg of Nighthawk and spins him a full revolution and then quickly wraps his arms around Nighthawk. Belly to Belly Suplex! He hooks a leg and goes for the pin attempt! 1……… 2……… THRE- NO! Nighthawk with the kick out!)
Quadros: See what I’m talking about? It was only a matter of time before Jostrodomus got tired of Nighthawk’s lame antics.
Franks: Nighthawk might not be one of your more emotional wrestlers, but I’ll tell you something. When he says something, he’s going to do everything in his power to make sure it happens. There is nothing lame about Nighthawk and you know it!
Quadros: Look if we’re going to sit here and lie about everything, I might as well come out and say it. Your wife isn’t that good in bed.
Franks: Yes she is…. Hey!!
Quadros: You’re a sucker just like Nighthawk. Have you guys ever had your DNA tested to see if you were related? Because if you are, the apple sure doesn’t fall too far from the tree in the dumb department!
Franks: If you were related to a wrestler, you’d be kin to Mystic J.
Quadros: Take that back right now you yellow bellied son of a bitch!
Franks: It’s finally my turn to laugh! Hahahaha!
(Joz pops back up to a standing position and then drops down just as fast with a hard fist to the temple area of Nighthawk. He helps him up and then sends him sailing into the closest corner. Jostrodomus isn’t too far behind him as he connects with a vicious Lariat in the corner! He keeps Nighthawk standing as he sets Nighthawk up on the top turnbuckle in a sitting position. Joz climbs up to the middle ropes and hooks up Nighthawk. He lifts Nighthawk up into the air…. Superplez!! Nighthawk hits the mat hard, but so does Joz. However, Joz manages to throw an arm over Nighthawk as the referee drops down to make the count. 1……… 2……. THRE- NO! Nighthawk somehow manages to get a shoulder up! Joz gives the referee a quick frustrated look before helping Nighthawk up to his feet one more time. He wraps his arms around Nighthawk’s waist from behind and attempts to hit a German Release Suplex, but in midair Nighthawk manages to flip over and land on his feet while Joz falls to the mat. Quick stomp to the face by Nighthawk! Standing 450 Splash from Nighthawk out of nowhere! He hooks a leg as the referee drops down to make the count! 1…….. 2……… THRE- NO! Joz with the shoulder up!)
Franks: What a way to switch the momentum into his own favor! Nighthawk really knows how to get himself out of a bad situation when you least expect it!
Quadros: There’s no getting himself out of this bad situation though. He’s in the ring with PWA’s first World Champion and he didn’t get there by the skin of his teeth either!
Franks: I don’t agree with everything you said, but I do agree that Jostrodomus is nothing short of a world class competitor. However, his downfall is his inability to keep his temper. He often says so much, he tends to bite more off than he can chew.
Quadros: You just don’t know Joz like I do! Him and I don’t always see eye to eye, but he is never afraid to say what is on his mind!
Franks: And look where it’s gotten him in the past and right now. He’s going to have to face Filth and Fury because he couldn’t keep a lid on his mouth and couldn’t control his temper and emotions against his longtime friend and ally, The Butcher.
Quadros: He’s got to do what he’s got to do, but Joz will always make sure his message gets across and his message tonight is that he’s going to show that Nighthawk is one of the worst Champions off all time in PWA!
Franks: That’s a statement that has absolutely no proof or merit behind it.
Quadros: It has plenty of proof and merit and I can easily sum it up into two words. It’s Nighthawk!
(Nighthawk rolls Joz over onto his stomach and then cinches in a Texas Clover Leaf! Instantly, Joz is full of animation and pain as Nighthawk pulls back hard! Jostrodomus is in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go! The referee drops down to the side of Joz and is asking if he wants to give up or not. Adamantly, the #1 Stunna continues to shake his head back and forth as the Chicago native is looking to make him tap out. Joz lifts himself off of the mat and manages to crawl towards the closest ropes, but they’re still too far away as he reaches. Joz puts both hands over his face as he tries to fight through the pain! He lifts himself up once again and manages to take Nighthawk with him a little further towards the ropes. He reaches out and just manages to get the ropes with the tip of his middle finger! The referee signals to Nighthawk that he has to let go so he does so immediately. He drags Joz towards the middle of the ring. Grabs the leg he was wrenching on and then starts delivering kicks to the back of that leg’s kneecap! Drops the leg and then drops down with an elbow! As fast as he fell, Nighthawk is back up and runs to the closest corner’s turnbuckles and scales them like nothing. Jumps off with a Twisting Moonsault! He connects…… with the knees of Jostrodomus as he just manages to get them up in time! Nighthawk is rolling around the ring with his hands clutched to his gut as he tries to breathe! Joz takes his time getting up and as soon as Nighthawk manages to get to a standing position… BOOM! Spinebuster that shakes the entire ring! Jostrodomus goes for the pin attempt! 1……. 2……. THREE! Jostrodomus manages to put Nigh… NO! The referee signaling that he only made a two count!)
Quadros: How did I know this was going to happen in this very match? I should’ve seen it coming but never said anything!
Franks: What on earth are you talking about this time?
Quadros: Isn’t it quite obvious?! The referee is a Nighthawk sympathizer! I thought we got rid of those ages ago!
Franks: Oh dear. Surely you’re not accusing the referee of cheating are you? That’d be so unlike you! Oh and make sure to note that sarcasm!
Quadros: You should know me better than that Carl! I would never say anything like that about any of our referees!.......... Of course that’s what I’m talking about!
Franks: Hey even I’ll admit that one was close, but it was quite clear that Nighthawk got his shoulder up in time!
Quadros: You’re one of them too! You’re must be everywhere here in PWA, crawling around in the walls like roaches!
(Jostrodomus can’t believe the ref is saying this match is going to continue on! He yanks Nighthawk up to his feet and then drills him back down to the mat with a DDT! Nighthawk’s head bounces off the mat in a sickening fashion before Joz covers him with another pin attempt! 1……. 2……… THRE- NO! Nighthawk still surviving! Nighthawk brought back up to a standing position and receives Full Nelson Slam by Jostrodomus who is now starting to control this match in all aspects. He takes a moment to look out into the sea of fans before dropping down to try for yet another three count! 1………. 2…….. THREE! He wins! WAIT! NO! Nighthawk got a kickout from seemingly nowhere! Jostrodomus has seen enough as he jerks Nighthawk up to his feet and puts him into the formation with his deadly finisher, the #1 Stunner! “Nutshell” by Alice N Chains starts up as Jostrodomus’ attention is reverted towards the rampway! Out comes the PWA Commish as he makes his way towards the ring. Jostrodomus drops Nighthawk to the mat and makes his way to the ropes where he begins jawing with the man in charge. It looks like The Butcher wants to talk and Jostrodomus can’t be any too pleased that he is choosing here and now for that occasion! Suddenly, Jostrodomus feels himself being pull backwards as Nighthawk rolls him up into a School Boy Pin! 1………. 2………… THREE! Nighthawk wins the match!)
Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen. The winner of this match by pinfall… NIGHTHAWK!!!
Quadros: WHAT?! That right there is bologna, Carl! Jostrodomus has been cheated and The Butcher might have been in cahoots with Nighthawk!
Franks: The blame could partially be put on Joz as well considering that it’s up to him to stay focused on this match and let the referee do his job.
Quadros: The referee did his job alright. His job was to screw Jostrodomus over and give the win to that stinking Nighthawk!
Franks: What happened has happened and there’s one thing for sure. Jostrodomus isn’t going to be too pleased with the boss after tonight!
Eight Jack Gaithers for the Price of One
Written by: John
*”Spit it Out” plays as Victor Jace, along with the four PWA Board of Directors, makes his way to the ring once again.*
CARL: Oh no…HIM again!?
RAY: Come on Carl! You know Victor’s such a nice guy and all that.
CARL: Oh yeah, well I can’t get over the comments he made earlier about Samantha—and how he said that he was going to “take care of her!”
RAY: What does Jack Gaither even do with Samantha anyway?
CARL: Shut up Ray.
*Jace and the PWA Board of Directors stand in the ring as Demitre takes the mike from the timekeeper.*
DEMITRE: Last week, we were witnesses to one of the greatest displays in wrestling history—when Victor Jace took out that double-crossing bastard known as “The Golden Eagle!”
*The crowd boos.*
DEMITRE: Now Jack, I have this feeling that you’re in some hospital getting your brain examined, but just in case you are able to watch this on TV, then know this: YOU WILL NEVER WORK FOR A COMPANY LIKE PWA—EVER AGAIN!
*An “ASSHOLE” chant starts up.*
DEMITRE: Victor Jace…is a prime example of a person who will go the extreme in order—
*Suddenly, the lights begin to flicker on and off inside the Coors Events Center; adding to the confusion, Demitre’s mike cuts on and off as well.*
DEMITRE: What the hell, is th…a pow….ou…ge?
RAY: The hell is going on here?
CARL: Well, this venue—the Coors Events Center—underwent a major renovation recently and now features brand-new sound and video equipment; we apologize for the technical difficulties.
DEMITRE: Know th…..ack: Victor Jace will be the one who will ta…
*The lights are still flickering as Demitre’s mike is completely cut off now; suddenly, the camera feed switches over to the arena’s sound and lighting room—where Samantha Teague and Ryan Richardson are screwing around with the switches and buttons to the crowd’s delight. A building sound technician is beside himself.*
SAMANTHA: Wow…even a five-year-old can operate these switches. Let’s see what this does.
TECHNICIAN: THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?
SAMANTHA: Paying some old friends back for what they did last week; now, let's see what this one does.
TECHNICIAN: Miss, don't touch that! You'll--
*Samantha flips a green switch, and the lights in the arena go out.*
SAMANTHA: Shit...I turned the lights off!
TECHNICIAN: I told you so!
RYAN: No no no…pull the gold switch. Trust me...it'll be a big surprise for the Board of Directors, that's for sure!
*Samantha flips the gold switch, causing the lights in the arena to come back on—but in a green-and-gold hue.*
SAMANTHA: That’s much better. Now Demitre and Victor, I’m pretty sure that you and your Board buddies have shit-eating grins on your faces. Well, here’s a word to the wise: payback is closer than it seems. Beware.
RYAN: Amen Sam! OK...let's screw with the switches some more.
TECHNICIAN: You do realize that this is a restricted area, right?
SAMANTHA: Bugger off!
*The technician leaves as he camera switches back to the arena, where the lights are flickering again, but they are still in their green-and-gold colors; the shit-eating grins on the faces of Victor Jace and PWA Board of Directors instantly vanish as beeping sounds are now heard. The crowd goes nuts as a beer truck—with the COORS LIGHT logo on it—backs down the ramp and near the ring!*
CARL: My God—a beer truck! That’s a beer truck!
RAY: Victor! Demitre—get out of there now!
*Indeed, the PWA Board of Directors scurry out of the ring—leaving Victor Jace alone to defend himself. “Mean Mike” Masterson hops out of the driver’s seat of the beer truck with a 2nd mike in hand as the crowd senses something.*
MEAN MIKE: Well Victor, I see you’re all alone in the ring. Don’t worry, this truck we borrowed from Coors this morning doesn’t have any beer in it; however, I do have…a little surprise for you.
*Mike opens the truck’s back cargo door—and eight Jack Gaither lookalikes jump out of the truck and walk into the ring; the crowd is going out of their minds.*
RAY: Oh man…
CARL: What the hell is this--Halloween!?
*The eight Jack Gaithers enter the ring together, and one by one, Victor Jace beats the hell out of the first seven of them and send them flying over the top rope.*
CARL: Wow…I don’t think Jack Gaither’s here after all folks.
RAY: HAHA!
*Victor Jace gives the 8th Jack Gaither lookalike the Natural Selection in the middle of the ring.*
RAY: So much for those imposters—HAHAHA!!
*Jace continues to taunt the fans as they boo him some more; behind him, the 8th Gaither lookalike leaps up to his feet and prepares to take off the officially-licensed “Golden Eagle” mask.*
RAY: Uh-oh…Carl, I have a feeling…
CARL: No way! Don’t you tell me—
*Indeed, the only surviving Gaither lookalike takes off the mask—revealing the bandaged head of the REAL Jack Gaither!*
RAY: HOLY SHIT—IT’S GAITHER!!
CARL: Holy shit is right! Victor Jace didn’t see this coming—and now he’s gonna get a professional ass-whuppin’!
*Jack creeps up to an unsuspecting Victor Jace; the smaller “Golden Eagle” taps the bigger Jace on his shoulder three times. Jace stops taunting the fans and his eyes open up wide; he can only take a large gulp before turning around—right into a right hand from Jack himself!*
CARL: YES! YES! Come on Jack—hit him again!
RAY: NO WAY!
*Jack and Victor each trade punches in the middle of the ring; Jace stops the onslaught by giving Jack a Natural Selection, sending “The Golden Eagle” face-first into the canvas. This time however, Jack leaps to his feet again—sending the crowd into a frenzy and leaving Victor Jace in shock.*
RAY: NO WAY--that is inhuman!!
CARL: Victor Jace has screwed with the wrong human being—and now he’s gonna pay a heavy price!
*Indeed, Jack turns Jace around and fires an onslaught of right and left hands—everything he has in the tank. Jace is staggering to the ropes as Jack Irish Whips his man; after bouncing off the ropes, Jace runs into a spinning wheel kick that staggers him some more. The 190 pound Jack Gaither puts the 285 pound Victor Jace on his shoulders and Samba Slams him to the mat!*
CARL: HOLY TOLEDO—JACK GAITHER JUST SAMBA SLAMMED VICTOR JACE—STRAIGHT TO THE CANVAS! THIS CROWD IS GOING NUTS!!
RAY: The guy ain’t human—he’s like RoboCop or The Terminator—YOU CAN’T EVEN KILL HIM!
CARL: You can’t kill Jack Gaither; you can try, but you can’t kill the man!
*Victor Jace staggers to his feet and immediately goes after Jack once again, but Hammerfist Security, city police officers, and PWA officials rush into the ring to break up the fighting between the two.*
CARL: Here come the cops, and I don’t blame them one bit for breaking this up.
*As the cops hold Jace back, Jack requests a mike; the timekeeper reluctantly hands him one.*
JACK: HEY! HEY! HEY VICTOR—GUESS WHAT?!? I’M STILL HERE!!
*The crowd is going out of their minds*
JACK: I see you runnin’ your little yap on a backstage monitor about how you’re gonna take care of my girlfriend Samantha once I’m out of the picture. Well well…YOU AIN'T GETTIN’ RID OF ME!!
*Crowd cheers again.*
JACK: You want Samantha all to yourself, huh? Well I spoke to Samantha before tonight, and she agreed with me on one thing: the only way you can ever have a piece of my girl is when you kick my ass at Redemption II. If you can kick my ass then, Samantha will stay with you for an entire week!
*A mix of cheers and boos.*
CARL: Whoa….Jack is putting his girlfriend on the line?
RAY: That’s what he’s saying!
JACK: HOWEVER Jace—if I kick YOUR ass at Redemption II, then I will have the pleasure…of shaving your damn head bald!
*Crowd cheers*
RAY: A “Girlfriend vs. Hair” Match?! This is ridiculous!
JACK: Oh by the way, it ain’t just gonna be a straight-up rasslin’ match. NO WAY—IT’S GONNA BE A HARDCORE MATCH!!
*crowd goes nuts*
JACK: And Jace, at Redemption, the fun and games will end—and you will become my own, personal, BITCH!
*"The Cosmos Rockin'" plays on as both Jack Gaither and Victor Jace exchange obscenities while the cops and other officials keep them at bay.*
CARL: My God...we've just seen the response from Jack Gaither!
RAY: And I have a bad feeling that those two will have an ugly fight ahead of them.
CARL: I know one thing's for sure: thank God that Jack Gaither is back!
Kaito, Brad Kane, & Aiden Miles
versus
Alex Legend, Matt Filth & Tom Fury
Written by: Neil
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: What a month Alex Legend has had, Ray. From debuting in PWA to almost defeating Nighthawk for the Light Heavyweight Championship, this kid really has his eyes set for something great.
Quadros: He still has unfinished business with Nighthawk, Carl. Technically their best of three is tied at one a piece.
To the tune of “Running Battle” by Kasabian, Filth ‘n’ Fury make their way out under a sea of lights of all colours. They charge down the aisle cursing at any and every fan stupid enough to get in their way- Fury even lashes out with his fist at the particularly dumb people who want to touch him. Filth talks smack into the camera- he even tries to intimidate the poor camera-man by shaking it about viciously.
Franks: These two men are despicable, Ray. From their continued attacks against Brad Kane, to the way they treat people backstage, Filth & Fury are a duo few want to mess with.
Quadros: They keep having to defend themselves from that nut job Brad Kane. Other than that, these two men have represented themselves well in PWA.
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 and stares down Filth & Fury.
Franks: Speaking of Brad Kane, he has really been motivated lately. We’re seeing him evolve into a premiere player in PWA.
Quadros: You mean we’re seeing him evolve into a complete jerk. Get over losing your title shot! You lost fair and square!
The lights go out in the arena. A dragon roar is heard over the arena speakers as fire explodes from the stage area. Jiraiya Kaito is launched from underneath the stage and lands on one knee as the first opening riff of Acma's "Follow Your Generation" plays. Blue lights swoop throughout the arena at the same time. Upon the next riff, white lights swoop back in the opposite direction. On the third riff, blue lights swoop back in their original direction. As the song progresses, blue and white lights go into a strobe effect in tune with the music. Jiraiya Kaito looks up at the ring and stands up while the fans show their appreciation for him. He then begins to walk down to the ring with a look of determination on his face. Jiraiya Kaito leaps up onto the top turnbuckle and faces the ring. He holds his hands above his head and brings them together in prayer-mode. He takes a deep breath before leaping off the top turnbuckle and lands on one knee while pounding the middle of the ring with a single fist, causing blue flames to erupt from all four ring posts. The lights return to normal as he looks up from his kneeling position. He stands upright and soaks in the admiration from the fans in attendance.
Franks: The former PWA World Heavyweight Champion, Kaito, is trying to get himself back on track.
Quadros: It’s hard to do that when your friend Terminus stabs you in the back! Trust no one!
Nonpoints “In The Air Tonight” plays through the speaker system, as smoke fills around the entrance ramp, hovering a few centimeters above the ground. A platform slowly rises from under the ramp, as Aiden Miles stands with his arms outstretched, with his head hung, almost like a rock star pose. As the ramp connects with the platform, Aiden Miles slowly walks down. A black army style shirt, arms cut off, unbuttoned flaps a little in the wind from the smoke machines, as Miles reaches the ring, rolling under the bottom rope.
Franks: I don’t know what to make of Aiden Miles lately, Ray. He came back with this new attitude and started dating Referee Sasha Brown. Now he seems to have lost his focus.
Quadros: He never changed, Carl. He’s the same man as he’s always been. No doubt, he’s looking for himself at the bottom of a bottle again.
The two teams situate themselves as Referee Andy Sheppard calls for the bell! Ding! Looks like we’re going to start off with Tom Fury and Brad Kane. Upon seeing this, Tom Fury tags out to amused Alex Legend. Kane tells Fury to bring it if he wants it but Fury tells Kane he has better things to do than worry about some nut job. So here we go, starting off with Brad Kane and Alex Legend. The two circle around the ring…oh Brad Kane drops Tom Fury off of the ring apron with a forearm out of no where! Alex Legend takes advantage of the cheap shot by Brad Kane and starts hammering the back across the backside. Irish whip by Alex Legend and he tosses Brad Kane on the rebound with an arm drag. Kane back up and runs right into a Legend drop toe hold. Elbow across the back of the neck by Alex Legend!
Franks: Looks like Legend has been taking some lessons from Nighthawk lately.
Quadros: Put that fool Brad Kane into a cravate!
Alex Legend does just that and he brings Kane to his feet. Cravate time by Legend as he twists Kane’s head. Brad Kane reaches around the back and pulls out a backdrop…no! Alex Legend lands on his feet! He runs at Kane with a wild clothesline…ducked! Chop by Kane! WHOOO! Chop! WHOOOO! Another chop! WHOOOO! Another! WHOOOO! Irish whip by Brad Kane….oh he collects Legend with a running John Woo-like drop kick to the chest! Cover by Kane….1...2...KICK OUT!
He pulls Legend up by the head into a cravate of his own and tags out to Kaito. Jiraiya Kaito hops over the top rope and kicks Legend right in the exposed rib cage! Legend falls back into the corner, holding his stomach. Kaito kicks him in the left knee…kick to the midsection…kick to the right knee…kick to the midsection…winding kick to the head now by Kaito! Alex Legend falls back into the corner, clearly dazed! Kaito backs up and then runs in with a flying knee to Legend’s face…NO! Legend rolls out of the way and Kaito only hits turnbuckle. Alex Legend tags out to Matt Filth!
Franks: Legend got out of there just in time!
The much larger Matt Filth steps into the ring and basically tells Kaito to bring his best. Kaito shakes off his knee and swings a stiff kick right into Matt Filth’s midsection. Filth stands firm for a moment, trying to act like that Kaito kick didn’t phase him! He’s trying…trying…trying…nope, Filth falls to a knee and clutches his stomach in pain! Kaito walks over with a look of concern over his face, asking Matt Filth if he’s okay? He looks like he’s helping Matt Filth to stand back up! Oh what a good guy Kaito is!
CHOP!
WHOOOO!! Kaito unleashes a stiff chop to Filth’s face! CHOP! WHOOOOO!! Irish whip by Kaito! Matt Filth on the rebound gets dropped by a rolling wheel kick by Kaito! The Seiryuu hooks the leg! 1!…2!…THR…KICK OUT! Kaito gets up and runs towards the ropes. He comes off with a follow up banzai double knee drop to Filth’s face! Another cover! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Kaito turns the stunned Matt Filth around and puts him into a Dragon Clutch!
Franks: Kaito is going to leave his trademark on Matt Filth, Ray!
Quadros: I don’t know what Kaito’s problem is. Why does he have to disrespect Matt Filth?
Referee Sheppard asks Filth if he wants to give up while Kaito leans back to arc the spine. NO! Matt Filth is going to fight through the submission pain! Kaito leans back some more as Matt Filth’s neck looks to be towards the breaking point! Still, Filth does not give up as he powers to a knee…then he stands straight up with Kaito locked on with a simple headlock from the back. Filth starts shaking back and forth, trying to grab Kaito as the Seiryuu holds on like a good ol’ bull rider! His 8 seconds are up as Filth shakes Kaito off his back! Kaito nips up and run for an kick attack but finds himself being caught by Filth into an over the shoulder face plant into the canvass called the Black Blood KO!
Franks: What a move by Matt Filth!
Quadros: That’s what I’m talking about! Power moves!
Matt Filth shakes off all the shots he’s taken and starts stomping away on Kaito in aggravation! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! He powers Kaito up and tosses him into his team’s corner. Tag out to Tom Fury before getting in one last stomp in the corner on Kaito’s midsection. In steps Fury with some stomps of his own as Referee Sheppard wants a clean break! 1! 2! 3! 4! Fury backs off for a moment only to put a shoe to Kaito’s throat, choking the man! 1! 2! 3! 4!…
“What the FUCK do you want, referee?!”
Sheppard falls back on his wallet as Fury blows up at him. Fury pulls Kaito back up in the corner and slaps him across the face! WHOOOOO! Fury tags back out to Matt Filth! In steps Filth and they both double whip Kaito to the ropes! Kaito returns with a rolling double back elbow that drops Filth & Fury! Kaito struggles to his feet as both members of Filth & Fury try to stop him!
Franks: Tag out!
Quadros: Damn it!
In comes the Premiere Champion Aiden Miles! Forearm to the face of the rising Tom Fury! Forearm! Forearm! Forearm! Rolling forearm sends Tom Fury over the top rope and to the floor below! Miles collects the rising Matt Filth now! Irish whip! Drop kick right to the chin by the Premiere Champion! The crowd is cheering loudly for Aiden Miles as he makes the cover! 1!…2!…THRE…NO! Alex Legend pulls Miles off!
Franks: Looks like Alex Legend is going to back up his partners tonight!
Quadros: Good, now they’re all on the same page.
Miles gets to his feet and asks Legend what the hell he’s doing helping out Filth & Fury. It should be 4-on-2! He Legend shoves Miles! Miles shoves Legend back! Forearm to the face by Alex Legend! Another forearm on the Premiere Champion! Irish whip by Alex Legend on Aiden Miles! The Premiere Champion comes off the ropes with a hurricane rana that sends Alex Legend rolling out of the ring! Aiden Miles pops up and pumps a fist as the crowd is completely behind him! And so is Matt Filth! Filth grabs the celebrating Miles from behind with a release German suplex! Cheers turn to boos as Miles arcs his spine in pain!
Franks: Aiden Miles turned his back on Matt Filth and paid the price!
Quadros: Who is premiere now?
A hulking Matt Filth launches Miles into his corner and unleashes a series of punches to Miles’ midsection. Hammer blow across the Premiere Champion’s back as he falls to the canvass. Filth tags out again to Tom Fury. In comes a pissed off Tom Fury as he continues to punish Aiden Miles in the corner with a boot to the face! Snap suplex out of the corner and Fury covers the Premiere Champion! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT! Fury waits for Miles to struggle to his feet before executing a standing body splash across Miles neck! Anarchy’s Rainbow! Hooks the leg! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!
Fury gives the referee the stare of death before yanking Miles up by the hair. He hoists the Premiere Champion up into a delayed vertical suplex! He holds him there, holding…holding…holding…holding…holding until Aiden Miles’ face turns red and the crowd starts booing uncontrollably! BAM! Vertical suplex! He slides in for the cover…1!….2!….THREE…NO! KICK OUT!! Now Fury is getting restless as he applies his Red Light District submission! Aiden Miles finds his legs tied into a knot and a Crossface applied as well in this combo submission! The Premiere Champion lets out a yell as Tom Fury appears to have the hold locked in deep!
Franks: Aiden Miles is in big trouble here!
Quadros: And I don’t think his partners are too keen on helping him either. They both have reasons to watch him squirm.
Then Kaito starts pounding on the turnbuckle and Brad Kane starts raising his hands as they try to get the crowd into this! Miles is yelling in pain as Fury continues to pull back on the Crossface! “Aiden Miles!” starts the chants! “Aiden Miles!” “Aiden Miles!” Matt Filth is going nuts on the ring apron trying to get these people to shut up! “Aiden Miles!” it’s not working! The Premiere Champion is digging in deep as he tries to will his way out of this hold! “Aiden Miles!” Referee Sheppard wants to know if Aiden Miles will tap! NO! He will not tap! “Aiden Miles!”
Shut up yells Matt Filth! “Aiden Miles!” Shut up! “Aiden Miles!” Shut the fuck up! “Aiden Miles!“ Finally, Tom Fury loses his grip and releases the uncomfortable Red Light District! The crowd cheers as the Premiere Champion survived the combo submission. But he looks a bit worse for wear as Tom Fury starts kicking away at his back.
Franks: Tom Fury is calling for the end of this one, Ray.
Quadros: Oh we’ve seen this knockout blow before, Carl.
Fury hoist Miles up in position for the FKO jaw breaker…NO! Aiden Miles pops Fury in the back of the head! Again! Again! And again! Aiden Miles breaks free and tries for a tag out! NO! Tom Fury grabs him from the back of his tights! Aiden Miles spins around and nails Fury in the side of the head with an enzuigiri! Both men are down! 1! 2! 3! 4! “Aiden Miles!” 5! The Premiere Champion is crawling towards his partners’ outstretched hands! 6! Tom Fury sits up and grabs his head! 7! 8! Aiden Miles lunges out for a hand…TAG OUT!!
Franks: Uh oh!
Quadros: Here comes Mr. Everything’s Personal! Why does he have to be so serious?
The crowd pops loudly as Brad Kane steps into the ring! He runs in a slaps the seated Tom Fury across the head with a shining wizard kick! Into the ring comes Matt Filth! Brad Kane collects him and throws him over the top rope and to the floor just as easily as he came in! Brad Kane picks up Tom Fury and executes a butterfly back breaker! Standing moonsault pin by Kane! 1!…2!…THRE…NO! Matt Filth was able to at least reach in and pull Kane off! Into the ring comes Kaito! He runs towards the ropes, bounces off, and jumps over, landing on top of Filth with a backflip plancha!
Franks: Kaito came out of no where with that move!
Quadros: Show off!
Brad Kane looks out of the ring to find Filth and Kaito laid out on the floor. He returns his attention to Tom Fury and executes a Dragon suplex! Bridge! ONE!..TWO!…THREE!….NO!! Alex Legend jumped off the top turnbuckle with a guillotine leg drop onto Brad Kane to break it up! The illegal Legend gets some boos as he picks up Brad Kane an drills him with a downward spiral back breaker! Legend looks down at his work for a moment before being ushered to his corner by Referee Sheppard!
Franks: Brad Kane nearly had this match won, Ray!
Quadros: Yeah but Alex Legend is a good partner. He wants to win this match too you know.
The eager Alex Legend is reaching out for a tag from Tom Fury. Once again, Sheppard goes to the 10-count as both Kane and Fury are down. 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! Tom Fury is using the ropes to get to his feet! 7! Now Brad Kane is stirring! 8! Fury reaches out and grabs Alex Legend’s hand for a tag! Kane looks for a tag himself but both partners are in rough shape!
Here comes Alex Legend to collect the wobbly Brad Kane! Chop by Legend! WHOOO! Irish whip! Returning follow up back body drop by Legend! Delayed elbow drop to the sternum! Cover by Alex Legend! 1!…2!…THRE!…KICK OUT! Legend pulls Kane up one more time…delayed vertical brain buster! The young man is feeling it now as he’s heading towards a neutral corner! Up to the top turnbuckle he goes! He jumps off with a BIG moonsault press! NO! Brad Kane rolls out of the way!
Franks: Oh what a crash and burn by Alex Legend!
Brad Kane powers himself up and reaches out…TAG! In comes Jiraiya Kaito! The crowd pops! He collects the rising Alex Legend with a whip…no, spun around into a pyramid driver! Kaito now runs towards the ropes and comes off with a rolling senton splash across Legend’s body! He hooks the leg! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT! Kaito doesn’t hesitate as he executes a cross-armed scoop brain buster! OH! One more time he hooks the leg! 1!…2!…THREE!! NO! Referee Sheppard waves it off because Legend grabs the bottom rope out of desperation!
Quadros: This kid won’t stay down!
Kaito was sure that was a 3-count. Either way, he picks up Legend one more time for the finishing move. JIENDO!….NO! Alex Legend has a little more fight in him as he throws some elbows to the back of Kaito’s head! Legend breaks free and looks for a tag! NO! Kaito grabs him! Legend throws a kick…caught by Kaito! Enzuigiri by Legend…No! Ducked by Kaito! Rolling wheel kick to the face by Kaito! Alex Legend has been laid out! Kaito is going to the top turnbuckle to finish this one with style! Wait! Aiden Miles slaps Kaito across the butt! Referee Sheppard says it’s a tag in!
Franks: Aiden Miles just tagged himself in when Kaito was going to win this thing!
Quadros: He was just patting his partner on the rear end, Carl. Telling him what a good job he’s doing. Nothing harmless or homoerotic about it.
Kaito steps down from the turnbuckle as the Premiere Champion steps in. The Seiryuu is not happy at all Aiden Miles tagged himself in. Miles says he’s the Premiere Champ, he knows what he’s doing! Kaito pushes Miles and says he beat him a few weeks ago so he knows what he’s doing! Brad Kane grabs his head and can’t believe these two are going to argue over this.
Meanwhile, Tom Fury has dragged Alex Legend over to his corner. Tag out to Matt Filth! Tom Fury doesn’t look too happy either because he wanted that tag in! Sheppard ushers Kaito to his corner as Brad Kane runs behind on the backside, jumping through the ropes and spearing Tom Fury off of the ring apron with a shoulder block! Both men collapse onto the floor near the commentators’ table!
Franks: Brad Kane with a suicide dive to take out Tom Fury!
Quadros: What the hell was that all about!?
Kaito and Aiden Miles seem to be having a shoving match now as everything is starting to break down! Kaito pushes Miles right into a waiting Matt Filth! Filth collects the Premiere Champion with the Anger Management finisher! Miles’ head gets slammed into the canvass as Matt Filth makes the cover! Kaito just stands there and watches the Premiere Champion get pinned with a look of resentment over his face! ONE!…TWO!…THREE!! Ding! Ding! Ding!
Ferdinand: The winners of this match…Alex Legend and Filth & Fury!!
The crowd boos loudly as “Running Battle” kicks back up. Matt Filth raises his hands in the air in victory as he steals the Premiere Championship away from Referee Sheppard. Now he’s celebrating like he just won the thing.
Franks: Somebody better tell Matt Filth just because he pins the Premiere Champion doesn’t mean he is the Premiere Champion.
Quadros: What kind of rules are these, Carl? He beat the man. Take his hardware.
Filth parades around the ring with the Premiere Title over his head as the crowd boos. Then without warning, Kaito puts a stiff kick right into Filth’s face! The big man falls to the mat in a heap as the Premiere Title falls with him! Kaito picks up the Premiere Championship and looks at it with some disgust over his face. Now he looks at Aiden Miles. Now back at the Premiere Title again. He sets the Championship on the laid out body of Aiden Miles and says something in Japanese to the Champion. Aiden Miles is in no position to hear what Kaito said.
2 Week Peace
Written by: Neil
As the match is coming to an end, Tom Fury and Brad Kane just seem to be beginning! They've both made it to their feet and are trading blows! Right punch by Kane! Left by Fury! Right by Kane! Left by Fury! Oh, kick to the midsection by Fury! He whips Kane into the barrier wall! Tom Fury runs in with that deadly superkick of his! NO! Brad Kane plows through him with a BK Backfist!
Back to the brawling these two go as they tussle near the commentators' table again! Here comes Hammerfist Security! Mugs Hammerfist is leading the way as the guards storm around the ring to break up this brawl! Commissioner Butcher steps out from the back with a microphone and a pissed off look over his face. Hammerfist Security pulls the two wrestlers off of each other as the crowd continues to go wild.
Commissioner: Damn it! Enough of this you two! Week after week after week you guys ruin matches and destroy private property trying to get at each other's throats. And for what? Over a match that took place last month. I'm calling for a cease fire in this war, gentlemen. Up until Redemption II, got it? Then you two will settle this once and for all. In the ring in a sanctioned match. If either one of you lay a finger on the other within the next two weeks, the person who breaks this cease fire will be suspended without pay! Do you understand me? Now get yourselves backstage and pack it in for the night!
The crowd boos the Commissioner as the Tom Fury and Brad Kane continue to stare daggers at each other while being wisked away by Hammerfist Security.
Franks: It's about time someone did something, Ray. One of them was going to get hurt. And that's the last thing PWA needs.
Quadros: I think they should both kick Butcher's ass.
Jason Sandman vs. Captain Howdy
Written by: Andrew
Franks: Well, out Main Event of the evening promises to be as violent and bitterly contested a battle as one could hope to witness! Captain Howdy, of course, was responsible for the assault last week that left not only the PWA World Title reign, but also the very career of Terminus in doubt, and you know Jason Sandman would like nothing better than to exact revenge on belhalf of his stablemate.
Quadros: Yeah, and you know just as well that Captain Howdy would like nothing better than to make another starement of his worth at the expense of another RTO member...and that the Butcher would enjoy that almost as much as he would!
(The lights dim, as "Captain Howdy" begins to play. He walks out from the back, flanked by two figures in hooded, lime-green robes. These two figures move away from him as he walks down the ramp, taking positions on each side of the top of the ramp, heads bowed, and hands in their sleeves. The big screen behind them shows various snippets of the Captain's PWA career, as he makes his way to the ring, acknowledging those who bow to him, and inviting them to join his cult. He ignores any others, as he steps into the ring and moves to the far side, handing off his jacket and walking stick to the attendant. He then moves to the corner, and watches the ramp, waiting for his opponent to enter. )
(Live Your Way comes on speakers and as it begins Deal With It Bitch Productions Presents logo come on the Teletron. When the opening words are heard the name of Jason Sandman shows up on the teletron. Jason Sandman comes out of the entranceway and as he raises his singapore cane and a steel chair wrapped in barbwire in the air. As MK comes out and wraps her arms around Jason pyro shoots off. Jason Sandman runs down to the ring, throwing the cane and chair over before sliding under the ropes...just in time to have his opponent meet him with a series of hard clubbing forearms and double axehandles to the back!)
Franks: Gee, what a surprise! Howdy is once again attacking an opponent before he has a chance to defend himself!
Quadros: What you consider "cowardly" I consider "smart! And as far as I'm concerned, Howdy is a freakin' genius!
(Realizing that she's not going to have any luck in restoring order to this contest, referee Sasha Brown decides to let the two go at it and simply signals the timekeeper to ring the opening bell. Howdy continues to batter Jason with an double axehandles to the back as the latter tries to climb to hs feet, and then switches to an alternating series of knife-edged chops and foreamrs to the chest as the Virginia native finally rises off the mat. Howdy presses the issue by attempting to whip his opponent into the opposite set of ropes, but Jason reverses the whip into an armwringer, and pulls the Captain into his grasp. Sandman then lifts his opponent into a HUGE spinebuster that causes the ring to shudder upon impact!)
Franks: Dear God! What a high impact move from Sandman to turn the momentum in his favor!
Quadros: I may not like him...or understand him...but I'd be hard pressed to think of any move that he uses that ISN'T high impact!
(Jason glares down at his opponent for a moment and then scoops him off the mat and drives him back down with a thunderous running powerslam before applying the lateral press for the first pinfall attempt of the match: 1......2.....T-Kick Out! Undaunted, Sandman simply pulls his opponent back to his feet by his curly mop of hair and clocks him in the jaw with a super-stiff roaring elbow that sends Howdy reeling back into the ropes. The Virginia native then wows the crowd by leaping high into the the air into a Dropkick that sends Howdy flying over the top rope and crashing to the arena floor! Jason breaks out into a nasty grin as he watches the Coney Island native wobble drunkenly to his feet and then proceeds to shock the crowd- and maybe even himself- by grabbing onto the top strand and using it to vault over into a scray looking plancha dive onto his wounded opponent!)
*I CAN'T BELIEVE HE DID THAT HIGH RISK MOVE FACE POP! *
(After taking a moment to dust himself off, Jason makes his way over to where the Captain lies, and then scoops him off the ground and effortlessly hosist him into a military press. Sandman then proceeds to hold him there for a few moments and then almost casually drops him throat first across the guard-rail. Howdy flops onto his back, clutching his thoat, and is no position to defend himself as the Virginia native delivers a series of crushing stomps to his head and chest! Jason stares down at the Captain for a moment, and then nods his head as he hauls Howdy back to his feet, doubles him over with a knee to the gut, and prepares to execute the Sheerdrop Brainbuster that he calls the Honorable Death directly onto the steel steps!)
Franks: Oh my! If Jason connects with this move, he'll not only end Howdy's involvement in this match, he may well end his career!
(Howdy seems to know this just as well, and is JUST able to grapevine his leg around his opponent's i order to block this attempt. Sandman fires a couple of rights into the ribs and tries to hoist his opponent into the air once again, but once again Howdy is able to thwart this move by raking his opponent's eyes! The Captain then takes advantage of his opponent's blinded state by doubling his opponent over with a swift kick to the gut, and then powering him upside down before dropping him stomach first across the steps with a standing gourd-buster! )
Quadros: Time and again, we've seen Howdy absorb some frightful beatings, and come back to issue even more harrowing assaults in return! And given the beating that he just absorbed, I shudder to think of what he'll come up with in terms of payback!
(The Captain breaks out into a wicked grin as she stares down at his opponent, before cinching in a front facelock and dropping his opponent facefirst onto the ringside floor with a nasty spike DDT! Howdy's smile grows just a little wider as he pulls Jason up to his feet, and then shoves him roughly back into the ring before sliding in behind him and applying the lateral press for his first pinfall attempt of the match: 1........2........TH- Kick Out! The Coney Island native doesn't look at all surprised, or displeased, about the fact that his opponent kicked out and simply pulls his opponent up before taking his opponent over into a snap suplex, which is converted at the very last moment into a hangman's neckbreaker! Another cover: 1.......2......THR-Another Kick Out! With that nasty grin still etched upon his features, the Captain pulls Jason back to his feet by the arm and then whips him hard into the ropes before following him in with a rare, but well-executed Running Corner Dropkick; Sandman tumbles onto his back, and Howdy captilaizes by hopping onto the second rope and leaping off into a Legdrop that catches his rival across the throat! Another cover, with the hook of the leg: 1...........2.........THRE-NO! Shoulder Up!)
Franks: Well, you can't question the toughness of Jason Sandman! Howdy's nailed him with move after move after move during the coruse of the past few minutes, but Jason keeps coming back for more!
Quadros: Well, he hasn't shown a hell of lot aside from the ability to take a king-sized beating, though; and he better find a way to change that...Because he's in with an opponent who never seems to get tired of finding different ways to abuse his rivals until they stay down for good!
(Howdy's smile freezes on his face for a moment, but reappears as he pulls his opponent back up to his feet and then whips him back-first into the opposite corner. The Captain follows him in with a Running Corner Clothesline, and then follows up with a Bulldog Takedown that spikes Jason face-first into the mat! Rather than go for the cover, Howdy applies a cross-face chicken wing, and wrenches back and forth on the submission hold for a moment before pulls Sandman up and taking him over into a Millenium Suplex that drops him directly onto his neck and shoulders! OH! Howdy breaks out into evil laughter as he slowly rises to his feet...only to have the grin vanish completely as he regards the sight of his opponent sitting up and staring at him through eyes that display not even a hint of life or compassion!)
Franks: The Angel has just arrived, and I think he'll have something to say about the outcome of this contest!
Quadros: Yeah, but I don't think it matters one bit to owdy who's in the ring with him. He just wants to hurt everyone who stands in his way...and it doesn't matter to him whether they're living or not!
( Indeed, Howdy's face doesn't register shock so much as feral anger as he charges forward and clocks the Angel with a running kick to the face! The Angel collapses back onto his back and Howdy follows up with a series of brutal right hands from the mounted position before capping the sequence with an vicious headbutt to the bridge of the nose! Satisfied that he's done enough damage, Howdy then hauls his rival back to his feet, and sets him up for the Kudo Driver that serves as he primary finisher! PLAYTIME'S OVER! NO! The Angel shifts his weight at the last moment to avoid being lifted up, and then spins behind Howdy, and takes him over into a German Suplex! Rolling the Captain back to his feet, the Angel takes him over with a second German. Once again, Howdy gets pulled back to his feet, and then the Angel sends him flying with a third German that's so powerful that it causes the Captain to land upside down in tree of woe position in the corner! )
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
(The Angel stares through narrow eyes at Howdy and then proceeds to srpint forward into a GORE GORE GORE that connects flush against his opponent's torso! Howdy collapses to the mat in fetal position, and the Angel drops on top of him for the cover! 1...............2.............THREEEENOOOO! Foot on the Ropes! Not wasting a moment, the Angel simply hauls his opponent back to his feet and proceeds to trap his arms between his before delivering a series of headbutts to the face of his opponent, casuing a bit of blood to trickle from the nostrils. Angel then falls back into a Trapped Arm Suplex that causes Howdy to go flying across the ring, and then breaks out into a smirk as he watches the Captain stumble back to his feet before racing forward and sending him flying head over heels back to the mat with the Running Lariat that he refers to as The Venom's Strike! Cover: 1.........................2.....................THREEEEEEEENOOOOO! Kick Out at 2.9999999999999999!!!!!!!!!!!)
*MASSIVE, IF BEGRUDGING, FIGHTING SPIRIT HEEL POP! *
Franks: Wow! I thought that was the end of the match for sure!
Quadros: It will take more than a simple clothesline to prevent Howdy from winning this match, and making another statement of his worth at the expense of an RTO member!
(The Angel glares at Sasha for a moment, but the Senior official stands her ground and holds two fingers up. With a barely perceptible shake of the head, the Virginia native turns his attention back to his opponent and picks up up by the hair before doubling him over with a knee to the gut and taking him over into a Vertical Suplex! The Angel pulls Howdy back to his feet and then executes a second suplex...and then another....and another.....and another....and ANOTHER! One more suplex for good meaure! SEVEN DEADLY SINS! Howdy lies gasping for breath on the mat, with his back arched in pain, and Jason poses over him for a moment before hauling him back to his feet and doubling him over with another knee to the gut. Sandman then prepares to execute the dreaded Ganso bomb known as the FIRST BORN DEMISE, but then "Nutshell" begins to play over the loudspeaker, causing the crowd to erupt into boos!)
Franks: What the hell is Cortez doing out here!?
Quadros: Umm...which answer do you want, Carl? The fact that he's the Comissioner, and can do whatever the hell he wants? Or the fact that he hates Jason Sandman with a passion, and will do whatever it takes to throw him off his game?
Franks: It was a rhetorical question...
Quadros: By "rhetorical", you mean "stupid", right?
( The Angel glares at the PWA Commissioner for a moment, and then slowly draws his thumb across his throat and mouths the words this is you! But, before he can spike his opponent's head through the mat with his finisher, the Commissioner hops onto the ring apron and SPITS IN THE ANGEL'S FACE! BOOOOOOO! BOOOOOOO! A HUGE "Angel's going to kill you" chant erupts as the Virginia native wipes the saliva off of his face and then stares at it for a spilt second before shoving Howdy to the canvas and then lunging toward the Butcher! NO! Butcher hops down off the apron just in time! Angel prepares to charge his nemesis once again, but Sasha implores him to keep his attention focused upon the match and then orders Cortez away from ringside! An infuriated Butcher hops back onto the ring apron and advises the ref that she can do no such thing because he's the one that signs her damned pay cheque! Sasha's face flushes in anger, but before she can respond, the Angel charges forward and clocks Butcher with a Yakuza Kick that sends Cortez flying off the apron into the guard-rail! Angel's nasty grin becomes just a little bit wider as he stares down at the Butcher; and he appears to be so entranced by this sight that he fails to notice that Howdy has now recovered from the abuse that he's taken! The Captain makes him pay for this lapse in concentration by grabbing him from behind and spiking him down head-first with the PLAYTIME'S OVER! COVER! ONE.................................... TWO........................................ THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Ferdinand: Here is your winner..............Captain Howdy!!!
Franks: Damn it! The Butcher once again makes his presence felt in a match that involves Jason Sandman, and once again costs him the victory!
Quadros: Yeah, I know...Isn't it great?
(Butcher smirks as he sees The Captain's arm being raised in victory, and then brushes himself and begins to make his way up the entrance ramp with a satisfied smile on his face! WAIT! The Angel sist up once again, and then climbs to his feet, before leaping OVER the top rope, and onto the unsuspecting form of the Butcher! "HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!" Angel begins to rain down punches with both hands upon Butcher, who manages to work his way into position where he can fire back with shots of his own until members of Hammerfist security finally stream toward the ringside area and pry the two off of one another as the crowd chants "We Want More!" at the top of their lungs!)
Franks: The hatred that's developed between Jason Sandman and the Butcher is just about to reach its boiling point, and I shudder to think of what will happen when the two of them meet in a Butch Match at Redemption II!
Quadros: Mass Carnage! The type of violence that will make even the most jaded observer's eyes water! One can only speculate...and hope for something like that to occur! It's going to be great!
Franks: Well, it will certainly be interesting to see what happens, that's for sure. So, the conflict between Butcher and Sandman continues to rage, and Captain Howdy continues to look as dominant as ever. It will be interesting to see what happens next week at Violation 46! Until the...wait! What's going on?
(Captain Howdy stands alone inside the ring following the conclusion of his brutal, bitterly contested battler with Jason Sandman, and takes a couple of moments to bask in the crowd's utter hatred as he breaks out into that trademark maniacal grin. The Captain then calls for a mic, and turns toward the entrance ramp as he breaks out into a prolonged burst of high-pitched laughter.)
The Captain: So..I guess we're left with one small order of business, then...and that business involves a rather important conversation that I'd like to have with a miss Natalie Snow.
So, Natalie...come out, come out whereever you are. I think that it's time that we...talked.
("Black Magic Woman" kicks in over the PA system, and the crown erupts into cheers as the lovely Miss Snow appears, with a large tote bag draped over her shoulder, and a mic in her hand. Natalie sashays into the ring, smirking slightly as in the direction of the Captain as she rasies the mic to her ruby red lips.)
Natalie: Good evening Captain. I take it that you-
The Captain: You know, Natalie, I think this conversation will go much more smoothly if you do what you do best...which is stand there and attempt to look good, rather than pretend that you have anything of substance to say!
*MASSIVE HEEL POP!*
(Natalie's lips curl into a slight sneer, but she quickly smooths her features, and simply nods her head and smirks once again as she motions for Howdy to continue to speak. The Captain regards her strangely for a moment before shrugging his shoulders.)
The Captain: Well, that was easy. Kind of disappointing in a way...but no matter. Now then, as you know very well, Natalie, your dearest love, Evan Andrews, was the victim of an "unfortunate assault" last week, and I am given to understand that he sustained a Grade III concussion as a result. Am I correct?
Natalie: You know very well what hapened, you pathetic, pink-haired-
The Captain: AM I CORRECT?
Natalie, in a strained tone of voice: Yes...
The Captain: And, we all know that this is VERY serious injury, that usually requires an extended amount of recovery time in order to ensure that those afflicted might have SOME chance of resuming their careers, right?
Natalie: Yes...
The Captain: So, taking all this into consideration, and taking into account the fact that your lover was so noble as to include a contract stipulation that states that his PWA World Heavyweight Championship would automatcially pass to the the man considered to be his worthiest challenger, it only seems logical that this title should now be transferred to yours truly...
Natalie: Yes, I suppose that it would...
The Captain: Well then...I guess it's only fair for me to assume that you've come here this evening to announce that this is the case then...
Natalie: ...
The Captain: The belt, Natalie! Give me the damned BELT!
(Natalie takes a deep breath, pulls the PWA World Championship belt out of the bag, and then tosses it on the ground in front of gthe Captain, who breaks out into a wide grin as he bends down to pick it up.)
Natalie: Not so fast, Captain.
The Captain: Oh like you're in ANY position to tell me-
(With that, Natalie reaches into the bag, and pulls out a very familliar looking teddy bear! Howdy's eyes go wide as he sees GEORGE being held rather roughly by the scruff of his neck in Natalie's grasp as that nasty smirk re-appears on her face.)
The Captain: Where...where did you...!?
Natalie: Oh,,,he was in the RTO locker room shower area...I happened to see him in the corner just as I was in the process of finishing my shower...
*Stares pointedly at George*
Natalie: Bet you enjoyed THAT sight...didn't you?
George: ........ .........
Natalie: You REALLY should keep a closer eye on this one, Howdy....
*Breaks out into a wide, though insincere smile*
Ah, I can't be too mad, though. After all, he's such a CUTE little thing...
Kind of reminds me of the teddy bear that I used to have when I was young...I called him Buddy, you know. I thought he was the sweetest little thing and I used to play with him all the time...until I realized one day that I was FAR too grown up to play with stuffed animals and tossed him into the Ohio River!
George: ....... ........!
The Captain: OK, what do you want, Natalie?
Natalie: I thought you'd never ask. I simply wanted to convery a message from the New Age Punisher. He simply wishes to give you a friendly bit of advice before you assume the role of PWA World Heavyweight Champion...
And that advice is simply this...
(Natalie smiles, snaps her fingers, and "I Wear My Skin" begins to play over the loudspeaker. The crowd in attendance goes utterly MAD as a famililar masked figure appears at the top of the entrance ramp. Howdy breaks out into a nasty grin as he motions the man wearing the crimson facemask to meet him inside the ring. However, the grin disappears, replaced by a look of confusion as three more masked figures appear from out of the crowd and make their way toward ringside!)
Natalie : Watch your back, Howdy.
Because you just NEVER know when a threat to your reign, and to your physical well-being will appear. Someone could emerge from under the ring, for example...
(Two more masked figures emerge from under the ring, and hop onto the ring aprone, before diving nimbly out of the way as the Captain rushes them!)
Natalie: They could emerge from the rafters....
(Natalie snaps her fingers, and the crowd cheers even louder as two more masked figures rappel down cable lines and land on their nfeet near the ring! The eight masked figures, all dressed as Terminus, surround the ring, and maneuver themselves in such a way as to give an increasingly agitated Howdy no clear avenue of escape!)
Natalie: Or, maybe...just maybe...
(Natalie snaps her fingers once more, and the lights in the arena flicker for a moment and then go out for a few second; when they return, a Different masked figure, clad in black and silver, is shown standing directly behind The Captain! Before Howdy can react, the "black Terminus" flips forward into the APOTHEOSIS '08, spiking the Captain face first directly onto the championship belt! Blood sprays across the canvas, and a further spray of blood is created when Terminus applies a reverse deathlock, and CURBSTOMPS Howdy face-first onto the championship belt!)
*OFF THE CHARTS FACE POP!*
(The PWA World Heavyweight Champion smiles through his mask as he assumes the mount, and rains down a series of hard punches down onto the back of his rival's head, before pulling him into the cobra-clutch triangle choke that he refers to as The Wave of Mutilation! Howdy seacrhes for a means of escape, but the champion hangs on for all that he's worth, and smiles through his mask as he watches the Captain's eforts eventually subsides, and his body goes LIMP! Terinus then grabs Howdy's mic, and blinks a few times as his eyes momentarily lose their focus. Eventually, the familar focus reappears as the champion leabns down to address his now more or less unconscious nemesis as the latter bleeds profusely from a laceration created along his forehead, and hemmorages blood from the mouth!)
Terminus: Captain...dear Captain...I hope you enjoyed the up close and personal look at the World Championship belt that you've just been provided...Because if I have my way...and I SHALL..then it shall be the closest that you EVER come to having this belt in your possession.
*Stares meaningfully at Howdy*
Playtime isn't over yet...But come Redemption II, it shall indeed be over, Howdy...
And, rest assured, its conclusion shall mark the FINAL game that you will ever play in your life!
(Terminus straddles Howdy and stares down at him, holding the belt over his head with one hand while hugging the smiling form of Natalie with the other as the crowd continues to cheer and the shot begins to fade.)
Franks: Well, Terminus promised that he would make quite a statement, and he certainly made good on his promise, didn't he?
Quadros: Maybe so, but in doing so, he made a statement of how stupid he really is! Howdy nearly ended his career last week...and after absorbing this beating, you KNOW he'll be looking to finish the job that he started!
Franks: Either way, the conflict between Terminus and Howdy just become that much more heated, and it remains to be seen how this will play out in the weeks to come! For now though, that's all the time we have...we'll see you at Violation 46...until then, good night!
