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Violation 49
Sunday, December 14th, 2008
Rose Garden in Portland, Oregon
TRIPLE THREAT
MethodCobra vs. TC Jagger vs. Zex
Written by: Jonn
Franks: Ladies and gentlemen. Our first contest of the night should prove to be a forecast of the future. Whoever comes out on top tonight is certainly well on their way to a better career while the two who lose will have to go back to the drawing board to figure out where to go from here on out. What do you think Ray?
Quadros: It’s really quite simple Carl. We’ve seen what ZEX can do and thus I’m calling him the winner right here and right now. No need to for the match to happen, because he has this match in the bag!
Franks: You’re being a bit premature there Ray.
Quadros: Like what happens when you have sex? Gaahahaha!!
Franks: Whatever. This match is going to be up in the air as far as I’m concerned. Yes, ZEX is one of the more impressive superstars of our generation, but there’s no telling how good either Methodcobra or TC Jagger could be!
Quadros: If they’re as good as their names then they no doubt… SUCK!
Franks: Real mature there. Let’s send this one down to Freddy!
Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen. The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a triple threat match. Introducing first. Weighing in at 258 lbs and currently residing in Westfield, Massachusetts. Making his debut in PWA… TC Jagger!!!
(As the music hits, the lights blue with every beat. A huge blue pyro erupts from the stage and begins to rain back down. As the pyro clears, Jagger appears on stage. He makes their way down to the ring in a cocky manner, ignoring all the fans who boo and jeer at him. Jagger slides into the ring and faces the camera. He folds his arms and then quickly unfolds them to point to himself as blue pyro shoots from the turnbuckles.)
Ferdinand: And introducing his first opponent. Weighing in at 300 lbs and hailing from Montreal, Quebec, Canada. He considers himself the Innovator of Brutality! Also making his PWA debut… Methodcobra!!!
(“Hunter Killer” by Fear Factory begins to play, a wall of smoke appears in the stage with some multicolor light, like something you’d see at a rave party. When Burton.C.Bell begins to sing, it's at this moment an energetic Methodcobra appears behind a mist of smoke. After he runs at both side of stage to give some positive reaction, the fans begin to rally around the newcomer in PWA. Afterwards he walks until he reaches the ramp. When he is at the ramp, he does the Methodcobra Taunt and behind him a series of firework in French colors explode in showers above the ramp entrance and also appears in front the stage. When it's all done, he runs and slides at the ring. Then he climbs the four turnbuckles, at the same time he does the Methodcobra Taunt, before he stretches with the ropes and practices on some footwork before his other opponent arrives.)
Ferdinand: And the final opponent in this contest. He weighed in at 223 lbs and comes to you from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! He is a former PWA Tag Team Champion and is making his re-debut here in Premiere Wrestling Alliance! He is The Arist…. Zack E Xavier…. ZEX!!!
("Switchback" By Celldweller blares over the loud speakers as purple and green strobe lights flash around then entrance, Zex nods his head in time to the music and then walks down the ramp slapping hands with a few fans, he then jumps up to the ring apron and flips over the ring, afterwards Zex stands centre of the ring and poses once again letting the fans take home a cool photo.)
Franks: You can feel the energy here tonight Ray. All three of these men are looking to pick up their first win in tonight’s first match. It should be interesting to see the different contrasts in wrestling tonight and how each man will fare with the other two!
Quadros: ZEX is going to run circles around both his opponents with his lightning quick speed! Just you wait and see!
Franks: We don’t have to wait much longer because this match is getting underway right now!
DING DING DING!
(Methodcobra and TC Jagger take one look at each other and give a short and quick nod. They both turn their attention to that of ZEX. They must know that either one of them having a fair chance at winning this match will require taking the PWA veteran out of the picture first! Methodcobra is the first to charge ZEX, but being 300 lbs, his speed is nothing compared to that of The Artist. ZEX ducks underneath a Clothesline and just as Methodcobra is able to stop his momentum, he receives a kick to the back of his knee! The newcomer drops down to a knee and then receives a knee to the back for good measure! TC Jagger charges towards the former member of The Brotherhood and receives an unexpected kick to gut as he tries to deliver a Double Axe Handle! Bent over, ZEX grabs him by the head and drops him down with a ring shaking DDT! ZEX pops up and screams out loud that he is back! However, he feels himself unexpectedly being thrown up into the air as Methodcobra comes from behind, picks him up and tosses him all the way across the ring with a thunderous Release German Suplex! He runs over to ZEX and hooks his legs tightly! 1………. 2………… THRE- NO! ZEX manages to get a shoulder up just in the knick of time!)
Franks: What a maneuver by Methodcobra! He took advantage of ZEX’s celebrating and made him pay for it! If he keeps dialing up this kind of intensity, he’s going to have a hefty phone bill!
Quadros: That’s got to be the most terrible analogy anyone on any planet has ever used! I can’t believe they pay me so meagerly for having to sit through this!
Franks: You can say what you want, but I’m sticking to this match and saying that if ZEX wants to come through with a win tonight, he’s going to have to put his emotions behind him and not let something like that happen again!
Quadros: Methodcobra got lucky and hit a good move. Now if only someone could teach him how to speak proper English! Sheesh!
(Methodcobra helps ZEX up to his feet and sends him into the ropes via an Irish Whip. ZEX bounces off the ropes hard and into the waiting arms of Methodcobra. Methodcobra with a Sambo Suplex! He quickly crawls over to ZEX and hooks a leg. 1………. 2……… THRE- NO! TC Jagger out of nowhere and makes the save! TC Jagger kicks Methodcobra in the ribcage and then immediately drops down with a hard elbow to the back of his fellow newcomer. Methodcobra is still on top of ZEX, but not for long as TC Jagger yanks up the big framed man as best as he can. European Uppercut dazes Methodcobra for a moment. Headlock by The Original God as he nails Methodcobra with an absolutely impressive Snap Suplex! TC Jagger spots ZEX getting up to his feet out of the corner of his eye and before ZEX has a chance to react, TC Jagger springs up to a standing position. He leaps off his feet and cuts ZEX in half with an absolutely impressive Spear! He pins down both of ZEX’s shoulders as he goes for the pin attempt! 1……….. 2……… THREE! TC Jagger comes away with the…. WAIT! NO! The referee is holding up two fingers saying that this match is going to continue on! TC Jagger can hardly believe the decision with the win so close at hand!)
Franks: ZEX almost saw himself lose a match once again! TC Jagger folded him up like an accordion!
Quadros: Yet he still managed to kickout Carl! It just proves that ZEX is tougher and more durable than either one of these wrestlers and he’s proving it right here and right now!
Franks: Both of these men are looking for blood though and if ZEX isn’t careful, it’s going to be his that they get!
Quadros: You’re cornier than Nebraska, you know that?!
(Rather than waste an opportunity by arguing with the referee, TC Jagger quickly helps ZEX to his feet and sends him into the corner with a hard Irish Whip! He charges the corner with a full head of steam and attempts to crush ZEX with a Forearm Smash! ZEX rolls out of the corner and TC Jagger crashes hard into the corner! He spins around however and goes for ZEX again and just misses a Clothesline. ZEX grabs his head from behind and hits a beautiful Neckbreaker! Just as he gets up, Methodcobra nearly decapitates him with a kick to the head! ZEX falls over and Methodcobra jumps on top for the pine! 1……. 2……… THRE- NO! TC Jagger breaks up the count with a kick to Methodcobra’s head! Methodcobra rolls off and TC Jagger drops down on ZEX. 1….. 2….. THRE- NO! Methodcobra manages to recover and break up the count! Both men are up to their feet now and exchanging hard lefts and right! MC! TC! MC! TC! TC! TC! MC! MC! MC! MC! MC! Methodcobra has TC Jagger reeling and sends him flying out of the ring as he topples him over the top rope! Methodcobra doesn’t see that ZEX has gotten to his feet and is waiting for him! As soon as he turns around, ZEX tries to take his head off with a vicious Superkick, but Methodcobra ducks underneath it! Picks ZEX up and delivers the Last Judgement! He hooks a leg as TC Jagger trying to get back into the ring! 1……..TC Jagger pulls himself up onto the ring apron! 2……… TC Jagger slides into the ring and charges towards Methodcobra!..... THREE! TC Jagger breaks up the count but it’s just a little too late!)
Franks: ZEX upset here tonight folks! Even I thought he had the best chance of coming away with the victory, but never count out a man you’ve never seen wrestle!
Quadros: Pinch me! Wake me up or something from this bad dream. There is no way someone by the way of Methodcobra just beat ZEX! Impossible!
Franks: You’re not dreaming Ray! Methodcobra just picked up his first win and boy was it a big one! TC Jagger proved he belongs in that ring too though. He’s certainly got a bright future ahead of him here, but tonight just wasn’t his night.
A BLOODY DUNKING GOOD SURPRISE
Written by: Jonn
*Inside their locker room, Jack and Samantha stand beside a large fish tank that is covered in black tarp. Miranda Buck is ready to interview them both.*
MIRANDA: Miranda Buck here, and I'm with the newly-married Jack and Samantha Gaither. Tell me, what is in that fish tank?
JACK: Well Miranda...it's a bit of a surprise for one Pierce Cavanaugh and T.C. Jagger.
MIRANDA: Aren't you supposed to be teaming up with Pierce Cavanaugh tonight against Fire and Flame?
SAMANTHA: That's right; Pierce is supposed to be Jack's partner tonight, but Pierce and Jagger think that Jack is scared of them both.
JACK: I'm not scared of those two; Sam and I had this plan cooked up for a week. I know Pierce and Jagger are scared of SOMETHING.
MIRANDA: Ummm...what is it exactly?
SAMANTHA: Miranda, you're gonna love it. It's a bloody dunking good surprise if you ask me.
MIRANDA: A "bloody...dunking..." good surprise.
JACK: Yeah. What Sam means by a "bloody dunking good surprise" is that when I dunk Piercy and Jagger's heads into this tank, they'll be stinging in the rain for the rest of their lives.
MIRANDA: Stinging in the rain?
*The crowd cheers as Jack and Samantha put their hands on the tarp that covers the fish tank.*
SAMANTHA: Yeah! Stinging in the rain--like this!
*Jack and Samantha uncover the fish tank; instead of fish, the tank contains at least 50 live Emperor scorpions. The crowd cheers as Miranda Buck displays an "oh shit!" look on her face.*
MIRANDA: Ummm...okay...I'm outta here!
*The crowd goes nuts as Miranda scurries out of the locker room; the cameras cut back to Carl and Ray at the announce table.*
RAY: Oh shit...
CARL: "Oh shit" is right; this could be BIG trouble for Pierce Cavanaugh and T.C. Jagger!
RAY: I remember seeing that scorpion tank in person Carl--and it will NOT bode well for anyone unfortunate enough to experience it first hand.
LOOKING FOR SATISFACTION
Written by: Neil
Fire is seen backstage in his locker room getting prepared for his tag match in a few minutes. He preparation consists of slamming locker room doors and throwing things against the wall in a rage. The past few weeks have been frustrating for the Fire Clan member despite the fact he probably retired Jostrodomus. He isn’t where he wants to be in PWA and being knocked out last week by Pierce Cavanaugh has just been another bitter pill to swallow.
He continues throwing gear and kicking the locker doors until he slows down in front of a sink and mirror. He leans over the sink and stares into the mirror with anger, half thinking to rip the sink from the wall. But as he looks into the mirror he sees someone standing behind him. Wren Chesney of all people.
Fire: What do you want?
Wren Chesney: The same thing you want…satisfaction.
Fire: Sorry, I prefer blondes.
Mrs. Chesney grumbles under her breathe from the comment but continues to push forward.
Wren Chesney: In case you haven’t noticed beyond your personal problems in the ring, there’s a new boss in town. With that comes a new way of thinking and how things are done.
Fire: So what?
Wren Chesney: I have a limited amount of opportunities to be given to the wrestlers while we undergo some changes. If you’re interested, I have something for you to do.
Fire: Listen, lady, I’m nobody’s errand boy. Understand?
Wren Chesney: Fine, be stupid about it. Stupid hasn’t gotten anybody anywhere. You think you’re at a low point in PWA now? You haven’t seen nothing yet.
Fire: All right, what do you want?
Wren Chesney: First and foremost, you must call me Ms. Chesney.
Fire scoffs at the idea.
Fire: I’ll pass.
Wren Chesney: Let’s start small then if your ego can’t wrap around the idea of a woman being your superior. I have a problem that you can help me with tonight. A Jack Gaither problem. Sure enough, Pierce Cavanaugh and TC Jagger will put him away for good but tonight I want you to give him zero chance of escape.
Fire: You don’t have to worry about me kickin’ his ass in the ring tonight. I planned on it.
Wren Chesney: Good. Make it extra painful. Let him understand that he should have never double crossed me, understand?
Fire: Whatever you say…Ms. Chesney.
Wren Chesney: That’s what I like to hear.
CAN'T BE BOUGHT
Written by: Dan
-Backstage Jagger, Pierce and Jackboot sit together in Pierce's locker room. They all look ready to roll, despite Jagger being tired from his first ever PWA match.
Jagger(Towards Pierce): You ready to team with Gaither?
Pierce: Ready to team with Gaither? There's no such thing. Did you hear what he said in his promo? He OWNS AWG? AWG can't be bought. Maybe he hasn't heard me yet, but AWG is not a company. A company ripped off the name of the greatest stable ever and he thinks he can just buy the name of that company and call himself a Authentic Wrestling God? Pffft.
Jackboot: But vat are you going to do about him at ze ring. He is supposed to bring some kind of animal and he could even just leave you there to fight two guys.
Pierce: Well, Boot, that's why I'm bringing you two ringside, so he doesn't pull any of that shit.
-They all nod at the same time as they stand up.
TAG TEAM MATCH
Fire & Flame vs. Jack Gaither & Pierce Cavanaugh
Written by: Neil
“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: I’d be interested to see how Fire re-acts to Wren Chesney’s proposal earlier tonight.
Quadros: Handicap match on Jack Gaither. I love the idea.
As "Prayer of the Refugee" hits, the lights turn out. All that remains are two blue spotlights searching the stage. Finally, they come together in the middle of the stage and focus on Pierce. He has on his wrestling tights and a warm up tee, like the one that you could buy in the shop. Pierce can’t seem stand still. He jumps up and down, throws punches and heel kicks at the empty space that is before him. He begins to jog down to the ring leaving the spotlight behind him. After jogging about half way down the ramp, his pyrotechnics go off, jets along the ramp. This signals the lights to change from nothing to a flashing blue strobe light. He gets to the ring and hops up onto the apron and then does a flip using the top rope into the ring. He’s full of energy and he stands in the ring punching, jumping and kicking while waiting for his partner.
Franks: Pierce Cavanaugh made his debut last week against Fire. There might be some leftovers from that match that could spill over into this one.
Quadros: Not that Fire would remember, Carl. He was knocked out by the Invalidation.
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-Gaither make their way out. Jack Gaither smiles as he walks down towards the ring with Samantha Teague-Gaither following behind. She’s pushing the fish tank full of scorpions.
Franks: Oh no! Jack Gaither and Samantha Teague-Gaither are bringing down those scorpions as promised!
Quadros: Damn it! Referee, tell him to get those out of here!
Referee Andy Sheppard approaches Jack Gaither in the ring and asks what the hell he’s doing. Gaither does his best to relax the referee all the while giving Pierce Cavanaugh a shit eating grin. Mr. Cavanaugh objects to this tank of scorpions being at ringside. Fire and Flame don’t seem to give a shit either way and want to get this match started. Samantha Teague taunts Cavanaugh with the tank, trying to get him off his game. Cavanaugh refuses to wrestle! Then suddenly a strange looking man comes running down to the ring.
Franks: Who the Hell?
Quadros: It’s Pierce Cavanaugh’s protégé, Jackboot!
Franks: Who?
Referee Andy Sheppard waves off Jackboot and tells him to go to the back. Cavanaugh interjects now, saying he WILL wrestle with this tank of scorpions at ringside only if Jackboot can be here too. Referee Sheppard throws up his hands with frustration of being a negotiator tonight. He calls for the bell so we can get this match going! DING! DING! Fire pushes his little friend Flame to the ring apron, getting a “Hey!” response from Flame. Fire points at Cavanaugh and really wants to have another piece of him. Jack Gaither steps aside and allows Pierce Cavanaugh the opportunity to face the nearly 300-pound man.
Franks: Finally, after all of that, we can have this match.
Cavanaugh and Fire circle around the ring for a moment before locking up. Quick win by Fire as he bulls Cavanaugh back into a neutral corner with some rage. He throws a series of knees into the midsection of Cavanaugh and follows up with an elbow across the neck. Fire then throws Cavanaugh across the ring with some power as Jack Gaither seems to be enjoying this. Fire runs in with a direct kick right to the back of the head of the seated Cavanaugh! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomidy! Stomp! Stomp! Fire makes Cavanaugh get a good look at his shoe size!
Franks: Seems like Fire hasn’t chilled out since last week, Ray.
Quadros: Yeah, he’s becoming quite the hothead.
Stomp! Stomp! Referee Sheppard starts counting for a clean break! 1! Stomp! 2! Stomp! 3! Stomp! 4! Fire backs off. He reaches down and pulls Cavanaugh up by the hair…sit-out jaw breaker by Cavanaugh catches Fire off guard! Cavanaugh rolls over to his corner and looks for a tag out to Jack Gaither. Gaither has other ideas as he dodges the tag! Jackboot starts hollering in his broken English over what Gaither did!
Quadros: The hell with you Jack Gaither! Coward!
Cavanaugh raises his hands in the air and wants that tag! Here comes Fire in with some anger! PC steps aside and Fire runs chest first into the turnbuckles. Cavanaugh catches Fire out of the corner with a release Tiger Suplex that drops the big man on the back of his neck! Jackboot cheers loudly as Cavanaugh makes the cover…1!…2!… THR…KICK OUT!! Cavanaugh lays in a couple extra stomps before running towards the ropes. He bounces off with a rolling senton that knocks the air out of Fire’s lungs. Another cover by Cavanaugh! 1!...2!...THRE…KICK OUT!
Franks: Pierce Cavanaugh is starting to pick up some steam here.
Quadros: I hope you’re watching, Gaither.
Cavanaugh applies an arm bar on the mat, keeping the big man down. Referee Sheppard asks if Fire wants to give up but that’s a quick no. He starts to power himself up to his knees. Fire throws a quick back elbow that breaks him free from Cavanaugh. Another back elbow followed up by an Irish whip. Cavanaugh comes off the ropes with a cross body! Caught by Fire! Fire lifts him up for a military press! NO! Pierce Cavanaugh breaks free and falls behind to the mat. Fire turns around…nip up enziguri by Cavanaugh rocks Fire back! Fire falls back into his corner and Flame tags in!
Flame runs into the ring and gets caught by an arm drag from Cavanaugh! Flame back up and he runs into another arm drag! Flame back up…drop kick right to the face by Pierce Cavanaugh! Cover! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!! Cavanaugh gets up and runs towards the ropes. Samantha Teague-Gaither grabs his foot! Cavanaugh trips up and falls flat on his face!
Franks: So much for team work.
Quadros: Oh come on!
Jackboot is going nuts as well. Pierce Cavanaugh gets up, holding his jaw, and starts to berate Samantha Teague-Gaither. Jack Gaither doesn’t look to pleased and walks over on the apron. He turns Cavanaugh around and slaps him across the face! WHOOOO! Referee Andy Sheppard counts that as a tag in! Flame grabs Pierce Cavanaugh from behind and plasters him with a reverse Michinoku Driver! Cover! No count and Flame wants to know why! Jack Gaither springboards off the top rope and nails Flame right in the kisser with a drop kick!
Fire enters the ring and looks poised to do Wren Chesney’s bidding! He reaches out for Gaither but Gaither fires a knife-edge chop! WHOOOO! Another! WHOOOO! Another! WHOOOO! Another! WHOOOO! The illegal Fire is backed up against the ropes! Irish whip sends Fire across the ring. On the rebound Gaither attempts a Samoan Drop but Fire is too big! Fire lands on his feet and turns the tables on Gaither…lifting him up military press style! Fire then drops Gaither face first across his knee! OH! Fire drags the woozy Flame on top of Gaither for a cover. Pierce Cavanaugh doesn’t look interested in breaking this up! 1!…2!…2.9932134!!
Franks: Big kick out by Jack Gaither! I thought he was out cold!
Quadros: He’s probably missing some teeth, Carl. He won’t be smiling for awhile.
After a few moments of regaining his senses, Flame stands up holding his jaw. He pulls Gaither up and knocks him backward into a neutral corner with a European uppercut. Stomp in the corner by Flame. Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! He stomps Jack Gaither down in the corner as Samantha Teague-Gaither starts yelling out. Flame waves her off and steps to the center of the ring. He turns around and runs at Jack Gaither with a bronco buster! No! Gaither rolls out of the way and Flame lands hard with the turnbuckle where he doesn’t want it!
Gaither pops up and runs across the ring, blasting Fire across the face with a forearm! Fire nearly falls off the apron but holds on! Gaither runs over to Pierce Cavanaugh and looks for a tag out…NO! Gaither blasts Cavanaugh in the face with a forearm as well! Cavanaugh falls to the floor and Jackboot comes to look him over! The crowd pops for Gaither as he collects Flame from the corner. Atomic drop adds to Flame’s woes! Gaither looks to continue to capitalize but the illegal Fire comes into the ring and turns him inside out with a wild clothesline!
Franks: Fire isn’t even the legal man and he did a lot of damage there to Jack Gaither!
Quadros: That’s what Gaither gets for hitting Fire when he was minding his own business!
Referee Andy Sheppard ushers Fire out but he isn’t going anywhere. He picks up Gaither and whips him towards the ropes. Flame jumps in front and collects Gaither with a drop toe hold! Gaither falls face first into a big boot by Fire! OH! Gaither is laid out cold and Fire steps back out to the apron. Flame makes the cover as Pierce Cavanaugh steps halfway into the ring to break it up. He stops and thinks better of it. 1!…2!…THRE…NO! KICK OUT!! Cavanaugh can’t believe it! Samantha Teague-Gaither jumps for joy!
Franks: Clutch kick-out by Jack Gaither!
Quadros: The only thing great about that was Samantha jumped so high I could see up her skirt.
Fire starts yelling out at Flame to do something. Flame nods and picks up Gaither. He whips him towards the ropes but Gaither holds on to the ropes as Flame attempts a drop kick on the rebound. As Flame is getting up, Gaither nails him in the face with a rolling wheel kick. Fire is about to go ballistic now that Gaither is in control. He runs into the ring illegally again. Just as Gaither is going to put Flame into the Samba Slam, here comes Fire like a raging bull! Running DDT out of no where by Pierce Cavanaugh SAVES Jack Gaither!
Franks: Pierce Cavanaugh saved his partner!
Quadros: What did you expect, Carl? He wants to win.
Jack Gaither takes the opportunity to execute the SAMBA SLAM!! Flame’s body bounces off the canvass as the crowd pops! Gaither hooks the leg! 1!…2!…THREE!! Ding! Ding! Ding!
Ferdinand: Here are your winners…Jack Gaither and Pierce Cavanaugh!!
Before Jack Gaither can even celebrate the victory, Pierce Cavanaugh hits him from behind with a swinging neck breaker! Triangle choke applied by Pierce Cavanaugh! He’s trying to choke out his own tag team partner!
Franks: Oh come on! This is unnecessary by Pierce Cavanaugh!
Quadros: He hasn’t proven his point, Carl. AWG will never be Gaither’s.
Referee Sheppard is calling for the bell again to break this up! Ding! Ding! Ding!…Ding! Ding! Ding! Pierce Cavanaugh never let’s go even though Sheppard is trying to pull him off. Samantha Teague-Gaither is yelling to let her husband go! Jackboot slides into the ring and starts a celebrating dance in front of Jack Gaither, who’s about passed out! Pissed off that no one is helping Jack, Samantha Teague-Gaither throws the tank of scorpions into the ring!! The scorpions scatter over the canvass as the crowd pops!
Franks: Samantha Teague-Gaither just threw the tank of scorpions into the ring!
Quadros: That bitch is crazy! I love it!
Pierce Cavanaugh releases the triangle choke instantly and books it out of the ring, making sure he doesn’t have any scorpions on him! Jack Gaither coughs and looks for air as he rolls out of the ring for safety. Samantha runs over to check on him. Referee Sheppard has jumped into the crowd and is long gone! Still doing is stupid celebration dance and unaware the scorpions are in the ring, Jackboot looks like a fool. Then he realizes he’s alone in the ring with scorpions! He books it out of the ring!
Nope! He runs right into the enraged Fire! Pissed he lost again, Fire takes his anger out on Jackboot by executing a Flaming Suplex! Jackboot lands onto the scorpions and freaks out before running out of the ring holding his spine!
Franks: Fire just laid out Jackboot onto the scorpions with a Flaming Suplex! What the Hell just happened here?
Quadros: I have no idea, Carl. Wren Chesney isn’t going to be happy about this one bit. Jack Gaither lives to fight another day!
REMEMBER, REMEMBER THE 14TH OF DECEMBER
Written by: Okori
As Nighthawk leans against a wall full of immortals in the back of the Rose Garden in Portland, a few hours before he is scheduled to face Brad Kane in an attempt to take back what he wants more than just about anything else, one cannot help but understand that this is the type of moment that the “Wrestling Machine” lives for. Clad as he is in a royal-blue T-shirt with his face in shadow on the front and “Master of A Thousand Holds” on the back, blue-and-white wrestling shorts, and his wrestling boots, Nighthawk grins.
Nighthawk, slipping on gloves over his hands: “Remember this moment Brad. Have Megan set it up so that you, and your kids, can watch it whenever they get the pleasure. Because in just a little while I am going to do something that I have not very much gotten the chance to do. I'm going to tie our little series up. It’s not official like it was with me and Alex, and you saw how I handled him when it came time to take care of it. So that’s what I am going to do here. I am going to take my title back, beat you one more time, and then….. who knows what I might do? But I'm going to do this first. Goodnight Brad. See you out there.”
NON-TITLE
Terminus vs. Aiden Miles
Written by: Andrew
Nonpoints In The Air Tonight plays through the speaker system, as smoke fills around the entrance ramp, hovering a few centimeters above the ground. A platform slowly rises from under the ramp, as Aiden Miles stands with his arms outstretched, with his head hung, almost like a rock star pose. As the ramp connects with the platform, Aiden Miles slowly walks down. A black army style shirt, arms cut off, unbuttoned flaps a little in the wind from the smoke machines, as Miles reaches the ring, rolling under the bottom rope.
Franks: Well, this next match certainly has the potential to be a thrilling encounter, since it features the reigning PWA World Heavyweight Champion, Terminus, going up against a man who has defeated him on more than one occasion in the past.
Quadros: Yeah, it could...provided the best version of Aiden Miles shows up. But the Standard as much as said that isn't going to happen...In fact, he actually went on record this week as saying that he would rather lay down and collect an easy paycheck than wrestle to the best of his abilty!
Franks: Aiden's such a talented and gifted competitor...It makes you wonder why he's make such a reprehensible statement.
Quadros: Umm...it's called being honest, Carl? How many times have YOU given 100% every time...
Franks: Why, I try to perform as well as I can each and every day, partner!
Franks: Really? That's not what your wife said...Either way, that just doesn't speak very well of your abilty in-
Franks: Oh look! Here comes the champion!
As "I Wear My Skin" starts to play over the sound system, the lights go dim, and the crowd rises to their feet to cheer as twin columns of red fireworks shower sparks the top of the stage . The lighting becomes a bit brighter, revealing the figures of Terminus and Natalie Snow standing at the top of the stage. Natalie acknowledges the crowd's mixed, but generally positive reaction with a wide smile, while Terminus keeps his attention focused upon the ring as the couple makes their way down the ramp. As they reach the ring, the New Age Punisher whispers something into Natalie's ear that causes her smile to grow even wider, and turns toward the crowd, and draws his thumb across his throat in the ever-popular throat slash gesture. As Natalie makes her way to his corner to lend her support, he then slides under the bottom rope,and then crouches in his corner, awaiting the beginning of the match.
Franks: Well, here is one competitor that never seems to have a problem performing to the peak of his abilty every time we see him.
Quadros: Which is probably why Natalie has stayed with him for as long as she has...
Franks: I meant inside the ring, Ray.
Quadros: Oh. Well, yeah...there's that. Anyway, it's a good thing for Terminus that he was at the top of his game at Redemption II, because his nemesis, Captain Howdy certainly has no problem performing as well as he can every time out...and proved that by nearly dethroning the champion a few weeks ago. Of course, he also proves that by having the likes of The Mistress and Nadia Snow dangling from his arm.
Franks: I...I'm not even going to comment. Let's get this match started.
As referee Steve Upshaw signals for the opening bell, Aiden smiles slightly as he nods at the PWA World Heavyweight Champion and casually strolls to the center of the ring and true to his word, proceeds to lie flat on his back, with his hands folded around the back of his neck in a pose of surpreme relaxation. Terminus glares through narrow eyes at his opponent, and then motions for him to get back to his feet; Miles repsonds by telling the PWA World Heavyweight Champion to "get this over with." Shaking his head in disbelief, The New Age Punisher slowly walks over to where Aiden lies and once again motions for him to rise; once again, the Standard refuses, and tells him to "quit fucking around, so I can do something that's actually fun."
Franks: I still can't believe that Miles is going to throw his match against Terminus!
Quadros: Well...he's got a point, y'know...I mean, I realize that Terminus is the champion, and that a victory over him would vault Aiden into title contention...But Evan Andrews just doesn't strike me as being all that much fun to hang out with...
After exchanging disgusted glances with Natalie, the World Champion shrugs his shoulders, and then quickly grabs one of the Standard's legs and quickly applies a spinning toehold, before dropping to one knee and converting the hold into an Indian Deathlock. Aiden continues to grin, albeit in a slightly more strained fashion, as he lifts his arm to prepare to tap...only to have the masked man reach down out, and grab his opponent's hand by the wrist before it can make contact with the mat. Aiden's eyes go wide, and he asks his long-time opponent "what the hell do you think you're doing!?" Smiling through his mask, the champion replies by pulling his rival into a front facelock while maintaining his grip on the deathlock, and in one fluid motion proceeds to drop down and spike his opponent head first into the mat with a Snap DDT!
Franks: Oh my! Terminus refused to allow his opponent to submit, and nearly spiked Aiden's head through the mat as punishment for making the attempt!
Quadros: Well, maybe he wanted to get the pinfall instead! He could probably get it after that move because that was one sick, sick DDT!
Miles is once again flat on his back and staring up at the lights, but this time, his eyes appear to be a bit more glassy than they once were. the smile on the face of the Canadian grows just a little more apparent as he stands kneels over his opponent, and appears to contemplate going for the cover that, under the circumstances, would end the match. Instead, he pulls Aiden up by the arm, and twists it into an arm wringer before stomping down hard on the Miami native's calf to force him to one knee. The masked man then proceeds to light up with opponent with a stiff knife-edged chop to then chest! WHOO! And a second! WHOO! And a third! WHOO! In one fluid motion, the masked man then executes a nice double step-over and then clocks his opponent in the face with a wicked shoot kick! Miles remains on his knees, staring vacantly out into the distance, and the masked man shakes his head before shoving him onto his back with a simple pie-face. Terminus then drops down to one knee, and places a single hand upon his opponent's chest as the official drops down to make the count: ONE................TWO.............THR-WAIT TERMINUS PULLS AIDEN UP BY THE HAIR!
Quadros: What are you doing, man!? Just take the pinfall, Evan!
Franks: Well, I don't think the champion is all that pleased about what he considers a lack of respect displayed toward him and toward the sport by his refusal to put up a decent effort!
Quadros: Screw respect! His pay cheque is going to be the same regardless of the effort that his opponent gives! God, what an idiot!
Ignoring the referee's admonishment for not finshing the match, the champion simply pulls Aiden back up to his feet by the hair and then delivers another insulting pie-face while urging his opponent to "DO something!" Getting no response, the champion rolls his eyes and cinches in a tight muay-thai clinch before burying a series of alternating knee strikes into his opponent's gut. The masked man and then backs up and connects with a Jumping Knee Strike to the face that sends Aiden stumbling back into the ropes. The masked man takes a moment to measure his opponent, and then caps this strike sequence with a beautiful Standing Dropkick that sends the former Premiere Champion tumbling over the top rope to the arena floor!
Franks: Wow! That was about as perfectly executed a dropkick that you'll ever see thrown by someone who performs that move about as well as anyone in the game!
Quadros: Yeah...but maybe it was too good of a Dropkick, because I think Miles wants to take a power after absorbing that move, and I don't think the champion will be too thrilled about that.
Miles looks like he's had about enough as he climbs to his feet, and begins to walk toward the ramp that leads toward the exit. Terminus appears to want to follow Miles out of the ring, but seems to think twice about doing so when Andy Sheppard advises him to "Let it go. He's had enough." Natalie doesn't seem to have any second thoughts about going after Aiden, however, and as her face twists into a mask of fury, Miss Snow scrambles onto the ring apron, and then leaps onto the top rope and backflips off into a mind Spacewoman Plancha Dive directly onto the back of the unsuspecting Aiden just as he reaches the entrance ramp!!! As the crowd salutes her with dueling chants of "Nat-a-lie!" and Ho-ly Sh*t!", the future Mrs. Evan Andrews takes a moment to dust herself off and then delivers a HARD Bitch-Slap to the face of Aiden, while screaming at him to "Grow a Set and get in there!" With a loud war cry, Natalie then grabs Aiden by the hair and rolls him back inside the ring, much to the delight of the crowd and to the bemusement of her fiance.
Quadros: You know, this is normally where I'd make an innuendo-filled statement about Natalie and her obvious lack of sanity...but, after watching what she just did, I'm too scared to make any sort of comment. Yikes!
The smile on the face of Terminus disappears as he pulls his rival back to his feet by the hair, and then shoves him into the corner. The New Age Punisher then steps forward and delivers yet another pie-face to his opponent which seems to produce no responset Terminus lets out an audible sigh as he regards his woozy opponent through cold eyes before winding up and nailing him with a full-armed slap across the cheek while yelling "Will you PLEASE do something!?" Nothing! The champion then pimp slaps The Standard with the back of his head! Nothing! STILL no response, and a clearly annoyed World Champion shakes his head in utter contempt and then SPITS IN AIDEN'S FACE!
Terminus: You win, Aiden. Enjoy your victory.
Aiden's eyes go saucer wide as he stares he wipes the saliva off his face and stares at it for a moment, before he watches the champion begin to make his way toward the ropes to exit the ring. A look of fiery anger then flashes in the eyes of the Standard as proceeds to let out a wild battle cry and charge at his opponent with a Flying Thesz Press, and then lays into the masked man with a series of mounted punches. Pulling the champion back to his feet by his mask, the Standard then doubles him over with a kick to the gut, and then sends him staggering into the ropes with nasty Eurpopan Uppercut; he then whips the champion into the other set of strands, and bounces off the ropes into a Spinning Heel Kick that sends the champion collapsing to the mat in a heap when it connects with his face!
Franks: Whoa! The New Age Punisher finally succeeded in drawing Miles out of his stupor, but may well be presented with a MUCH greater challenge than even he had bargained by using the admittedly questionable method of spitting in the man's face. Miles wasn't the LEAST bit impressed by this, and sure does look intent upon making his assailant pay a very dire price!
A still infuriated Miles springs back to his feet, and races off the ropes into a Seated Dropkick that catches Terminus on the chin just as he begins to rise, and sends him crashing onto his back. Miles jumps back to his feet and then flips backward into a Standing Moonsault Double Knee Drop that connects flush against his rival's ribcage. The champion curls up in fetal position, gasping for breath, and is in no postion to defend himself when Aiden rolls him onto his back and delivers a nasty Stomp directly to his opponent's throat! Smirking down at an infuriated Natalie, Aiden drops down to one knee and places one hand on his rival's chest as payback for the nonchalant cover applied by the masked man earlier in the contest: ONE.........TWO.........Miles lifts up his hand and issues further payback by spitting in the eyes of the New Age Punisher!
Franks: Well, I think even Terminus would admit that he probably had that coming...
Quadros: You think!?
Franks: Of course, you COULD say that Aiden was spitting in the face of the industry by trying to throw the match...
Quadros: Only YOU would choose to use a metaphor like that.
Pulling the champion back to his feet, Aiden then whips him into the turnbuckle, and follows him in with a magnficent Handspring Back Elbow Smash; Terminus stumbles forward from the impact...directly into the waiting arms of The Standard who then takes him down hard with a Swinging Inverted Russian Legsweep. The Miami native then scales the turnbuckles, and flies off the top rope with a Diving Kneedrop that catches the Canadian across the back of the neck just as he rises to his hands and knees! Grinning broadly, Aiden then tells his rival that he should have taken the victory when he had the chance and applies the lateral press, with the hook of the leg: ONE........TWO........THR-Kick Out!
Aiden's smile freezes in place, and then dissolves as he stares down at his rival. Pulling him up by the mask, Miles sends the masked man staggering into the ropes with a stiff forearm, and then attempts to whip him into the other set of cables. Wait! Terminus reverses the whip, and after turning it into an armwringer, proceeds to pull Aiden into a Standing Moonsault Uranage! OH!
*CLUTCH COUNTER OUT OF NOWHERE POP!*
Miles and Terminus are both on their backs following that last exchange, and the crowd's loyalty seems to be divided in half as chants of "Let's Go Aiden!" and "Ter-min-us!" circulate throughout the arena. Both men begin to climb back to their knees, and start to exhange punches! Terminus with a right hand! Miles fires back in return! Terminus connects once again, only to have Miles respond once more! Terminus! Miles! Terminus! Miles! Both men are now on their feet! Terminus with a right hand that rocks Miles! The champion follows up with an attempted Spinning Back Fist! Ducked! Miles then ducks down, grabs his opponent by the leg and hoists him up, looking to connect with the Capture Suplex Backbreaker that he calls THE CRASH LANDING! NO! Terminus counters into a Rana that sends Miles sprawling upside down against the turnbuckles!
Frank: Terminus somehow finds a way to counter Aiden's finisher, and turn the match in his favor! Let's see if he can capitalize!
Terminus takes a moment to collect himself after that last exchange, and pulls the stricken Aiden back to his feet, before applying a front facelock and lifting him upside down before dropping down into a Snap Brainbuster! The New Age Punisher then rolls over and applies the cover: ONE.........TWO........THRE-NO! MILES KICKS OUT! Shaking his head, the champion waits for his opponent to rise, and then propels himself into a Standing 540 Kick that catches his rival in the face and sends blood spraying from his nose! Miles crashes to the mat, and the champion quickly pulls him back to his feet, and then sets him up for the Inverted Shiranui that he calls the APOTHEOSIS '08! WAIT! Miles is somehow able to catch his opponent as he backflips over him, and in one smooth motion grabs him around the waist and falls backward into a Belly-to-Belly Suplex that sends the champion crashing upside down against the turnbuckles!
Quadros: And now Miles finds a way to counter his opponent's finisher! You know, for a match that Aiden was supposed to be thrown, this is turning out to be a lot of fun!
Miles takes a moment to regroup, and then pulls the stricken champion back to his feet, slides behind him, and then takes him over into a Bridging Rollup German Suplex for another pinfall attempt: ONE!.......TWO!........THREEENOOO!!!!Shoulder Up at 2.999999999!!!!Miles slams the mat in frustration, and then takes a few deep breaths in order to regain his cool. He then stares at a very concerned Natalie, and draws his thumb across his throat before pulling his opponent up and whipping him into the ropes. As the masked man hurtles toward him, the Standard gathers him up and attempts to spin him into the Cross-Legged Piledriver that serves as one of his finishers. However, the champion has the presence of mind to spin out of the move and land on his feet. Before Aiden can react, Terminus reaches up, grabs him around the neck, and takes his him down with a wicked Standing Front Flip Neckbreaker! CRIME AND PUNISHMENT!
*BRAND SPANKING NEW MAJOR SIGNATURE MOVE POP!*
Not wasting a moment, the New Age Punisher climbs back to his feet and makes his way toward the nearest corner. As the crowd rises to their feet, and Natalie screams support, the champion vaults to the top rope, gives his signature throat-slash taunt, and then sails off into a picture-perfect Phoenix Splash that connects flush against his prone rival's torso! TERMINAL VELOCITY! Terminus nods his head slightly and then applies the cover, making certain to hook the leg: ONE!.................TWO...................THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Ferdinand: Here is your winner of the match..........TERMINUS!!!
Terminus nods at Miles, and thanks him for allowing him to earn his victory, and then smiles in satisfaction as he watches Natalie grin happily as she rolls into the ring to help her lover celebrate his victory. Andy Sheppard hand the champion his title belt and the couple stand in ring center, and bask in the crowd's generally positive reaction as they watch Miles shrug slightly, and nod at the pair as he exits the ring.
Franks: I guess Aiden Miles got what he wanted, Ray.
Quadros: Being the first one plastered by the Crime and Punishment should go down on his resume'. At least he has Referee Sasha Brown to go home to.
GOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!!!
Written by: Neil
Resident and Hall of Fame jobber Jose’ Jose’ is seen roaming the halls of the Rose Garden. Been awhile since we’ve seen him, eh? He’s running along and kicking a soccer ball in front of him as he wears a New York Jets Brett Favre jersey #4 and a cheese wedge hat on his head. He twirls around some PWA workers, pretending that they are defenders trying to keep him from a goal.
As he looks like a professional player, backstage interviewer Johnny Red mistakenly gets in his way. Like the goofball that he is, Mr. Red only gets more in the way as he tries to step aside. Jose’ Jose’ attempts to kick the ball around Johnny Red. That doesn’t work. Mr. Red is a very good defender. Sensing he’s not going to get any closer to his imaginary goal, Jose’ Jose’ hammers the soccer ball with a vicious kick, sending it flying down the hallway.
Standing in the wrong place at the wrong time, Board of Director’s member and former TNW owner, Daz Van Dyke, stands there having small talk with Nurse Cummings with a cup of coffee in his hand. He could give two shits what she has to say as his eyes can only wander down at the cleavage Nurse Cummings has aptly named the ‘Grand Canyon.’ Grand indeed.
THUMP!
The soccer ball slams into the back of Daz Van Dyke’s head, throttling him forward and splashing the cup of coffee all over his nice navy blue Armani suit.
Jose’ Jose’: GOOOOOOOOOOAL!!
Johnny Red: Oh shit!
Mr. Red takes off in a hurry down the hall, nearly tripping himself up. Jose’ Jose’ celebrates his amazing goal with a backwards electric glide right into the wet, steaming, and seething Daz Van Dyke. Mr. Van Dyke is hardly in a celebratory mood. He knocks the cheese hat off of Jose’ Jose’s head.
Daz Van Dyke: You IDIOT! Do you have any idea how much this suit costs? Armani himself hand stitched this in his spare time! It’s priceless! Unlike you, you…idiot!
Jose’ Jose’ stands there with a confused expression painting his face. Apparently he’s lost in translation.
Jose’ Jose’: Porque?
Daz Van Dyke: Are you talking back at me?
Mr. Van Dyke looks towards Nurse Cummings again with a smile that’s holding back a murderous fury.
Daz Van Dyke: Is he talking back at me?
Jose’ Jose’: Si! Motorboat boobies! Vrrrm! Vrrrm!
Daz Van Dyke: You really are an idiot! I should fire you right now! I mean, who is going to stop me, hmm? The Butcher? No chance in Hell! But no, I’m not going to fire you. You will serve a purpose for me, understand? Que pasa, amigo?
Jose’ Jose’: Si!
Daz Van Dyke: And if you don’t do exactly what I say, I’ll not only fire you, I’ll burn down your house and cut up your dog!
Jose’ Jose’: No! Déjalo en paz Brett Favre!
Daz Van Dyke: Yes! Brett Favre too! Understand? Come with me, we’ll surprise Wren Chesney yet!
Mr. Van Dyke grabs Jose’ Jose’ by the ear and leads him down the hall to plot something sinister against Wren Chesney. Nurse Cummings is left there looking unsure of what just transpired. She picks up the cheese wedge hat and looks at it for a moment. She has sinister plans of her own for this wedge hat.
NON-TITLE
Dan Manheim vs. Jiraiya Kaito
Written by: Neil
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.
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: This should be an interesting one, Ray. Dan Manheim’s power game against Kaito’s strong international style.
Quadros: Manheim might break the Premiere Champion. That’s all we need.
Referee Andy Sheppard calls for the bell and this match is underway. The two circle around the ring and then lock up. Dan Manheim, being the bigger man, pushes Kaito back into the corner and then unleashes some fists. Referee Sheppard pulls him off of Kaito and gets into Manheim’s face with a warning. This gives Kaito a moment to collect himself and then nail Manheim in the face with a rolling leg lariat!
Quadros: Hey! He cheated with the referee’s help!
Franks: Kaito found an opening and took it.
Kaito picks Dan back up and gives him a hellacious knife-edged chop! WHOOO! Dan Manheim grabs his chest and then retaliates with a knee to the midsection. He whips Kaito to the ropes and hits a sidewalk slam on the rebound. Manheim with a quick cover! 1...2..KICK OUT! Dan Manheim keeps on top of Kaito, laying in some boots to the small man. Manheim helps Kaito to his feet, snap mares him back down, and follows up with a drop kick to the back of the head! Cover! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT!
Dan Manheim picks Kaito back up and whips him hard into the corner. Manheim runs and attempts an elbow to the face but Kaito ducks in and rolls out of the corner. Kaito drop kicks Manheim across the back, crushing him in the corner! Manheim wobbles out of the corner only to walk into a Kaito Tiger suplex! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Kaito gets back up, runs to the ropes and comes off with a rolling senton! Kaito hooks the leg again! 1...2...KICK OUT!!
Franks: Kaito wants to get a quick victory.
Quadros: Definitely because Dan is going to tear him apart!
Kaito picks Dan Manheim back up and gives him a solid backdrop. Kaito then hops to the top turnbuckle and looks out to the crowd for something huge. Kaito jumps with a landing body press but Dan Manheim rolls out of the way! Kaito lands on his feet though and doesn’t take any punishment from Dan Manheim baiting him. Manheim rolls out of the ring and looks out towards the crowd, thinking he‘s outsmarted the Premiere Champion. Kaito isn’t that impressed and lands on top of Dan Manheim on the outside with an Asai Moonsault!
Franks: Dan Manheim found himself being caught off guard!
Quadros: Of course, leaving it to the Japanese to attack from behind.
Kaito hops to his feet and gets a large ovation for his effort. He picks Dan Manheim back up and looks for an Irish whip. But Manheim reverses the move and sends Kaito crashing knees first into the steel steps! Kaito rolls hard over the steps and lands on his back! Dan Manheim comes over and starts to lay in the boots, sensing this is the opportunity he needs. Manheim rolls Kaito back in and makes the cover! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Manheim remains ruthless though as he stops away some more on the Premiere Champion. He lifts Kaito into the air and plants him with a delayed vertical suplex! No cover.
Dan Manheim starts stomping on Kaito’s face, yelling out how he isn‘t so Premiere. He pulls Kaito up by the hair and whips him to the ropes. Dan Manheim is in position for a spine buster but Kaito catches him off guard with a tilt-a-whirl DDT! The crowd cheers for Kaito as he gets to his feet. Manheim gets back up as well, holding his head. He runs towards Kaito only to be taken down with a drop kick to the knees. Manheim lands face first across the bottom turnbuckle!
Franks: Kaito is on a roll here!
Quadros: He took the big man’s legs out.
Kaito puts Dan into a BIG tree of woe and walks to the other side of the ring. He then runs towards Manheim with a baseball slide to the face! OH! Manheim falls from the tree of woe and curls up into a ball, holding his head. Kaito with a standing moonsault on top of Manheim! Cover! 1...2.…2.999958!! Kaito looks at Sheppard as if to ask if the man can count any faster.
Kaito applies a STF, stretching Manheim‘s head back.. Referee Sheppard asks Dan is he wants to give up but there isn’t any giving up from Dan Manheim. Kaito releases the submission only to land a stiff kick to the ribcage. Kaito waits for Manheim to get to his knees. Kick to the ribcage again! Another kick to the ribcage! Another! And another! Manheim clutches his stomach on his knees as Kaito sizes him up! Kaito with a high kick to the face…NO! Dan Manheim had it telegraphed and caught the leg. He then folds Kaito up with a belly-to-belly suplex! Both men are down!
Franks: Oh what a counter by Dan Manheim! He knew Kaito was going to try to kick his head off!
Quadros: Kaito relied too much on his kicks there and opened himself up.
Referee Sheppard begins a 10-count but that doesn’t last long as Dan Manheim is the first to his feet. He picks up Kaito and tries to snap him in two with a power backbreaker on his knee! Once again Dan Manheim lands some stomps to the back of Kaito, trying to wear the little man down. He picks Kaito up and whips him into the corner, shoulder first. The Premiere Champion’s shoulder goes between the ropes and connects with the solid steel post! Kaito goes down holding his shoulder and Dan Manheim stalks him.
Manheim isn’t done punishing him though as he takes the arm and yanks it, almost pulling the arm out of the socket! Manheim kicks the shoulder one more time and then rolls Kaito aside with an arm drag. Now Kaito is down holding his shoulder even more as Dan Manheim walks around the ring with his arms raised in the air, earning himself some boos.
Franks: Dan Manheim better focus on the Premiere Champion, Ray. It’s too early for a victory lap.
Quadros: Let him gloat a little. He‘s in control.
Dan Manheim pulls Kaito up by the hair again and looks for another vertical suplex. Kaito lands on his feet though and runs to the ropes holding his arm. Kaito bounces off and catches the turning Manheim with a rolling kick to the face! Manheim gets back up quickly though only for Kaito to knock his block off with a stiff kick to the head!! Kaito quickly covers the stunned Dan Manheim! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT!
Franks: Another near fall!
Kaito is feeling more and more confident though as the win draws near. He picks up Dan Manheim and drops him hard with an STO! Kaito hops to the top turnbuckle and goes for a split legged moonsault! NO! Manheim rolls out of the way! Kaito lands chest first on the canvass and starts to roll around in pain! Dan Manheim uses the ropes to get to his feet, knowing he dodged a bullet there! Manheim stays near the corner though and waits for his opponent to get to his feet. Kaito slowly gets up holding his midsection, but mistakenly has his back turned to his opponent. He finally turns around and that’s when Dan Manheim runs at him and takes him out with a Big Boot to the face!
Franks: What a kick!
Quadros: Kaito isn’t the only one around here who can knock your head off!
Dan Manheim wastes no time as he hooks the leg for the pinfall! 1!…2!…THREE….NO! KICK OUT!! The crowd cheers loudly as Dan Manheim is in disbelief. He tells Referee Sheppard to count faster and then goes for the pinfall again! 1...2...KICK OUT! Dan is visibly frustrated now as he can’t seem to put away the Premiere Champion! He now gets poised as he waits for Kaito to get to his feet.
Franks: This could be it!
Quadros: Come on, Dan!
Kaito gets up holding his head as Manheim stalks him. Manheim kicks him in the stomach, doubling the Premiere Champion over! He puts Kaito between his legs for a power bomb! Manheim looks out towards the crowd and runs his thumb across his throat to tell them all this is over! NO! Kaito grabs Manheim’s legs and powers himself back! Dan Manheim’s head gets spiked into the canvass with a sit-out belly-to-back piledriver! TODOME DA!! The crowd pops as Kaito hooks the leg! ONE!…TWO!…THREE!! Ding! Ding! Ding!
Franks: What a victory out of no where by Kaito! He used Manheim’s gloating against him!
Quadros: Oh come on now! Dan Manheim was looking good there. Kaito dodged a big bullet tonight.
PLAN GONE AWRY
Written by: Neil
Wren Chesney sighs behind her desk after working her tail off again tonight. She thought it was hard enough to get rid of Commissioner Butcher but this, this seems to be tougher. She actually has to do work and make herself look better than Daz Van Dyke before the Board votes on the Commissioner position. Fire struck out tonight against Jack Gaither so she isn’t in too good of a mood right now. She closes her eyes and leans back in her chair to soak in her despair.
It isn’t long until she feels two hands reach onto her shoulders and begin to massage deep into her problems. She doesn’t bother to open her eyes, instead, she accepts the offering as it feels good. Back and forth, back and forth. Fingers deep into the muscles. Strong, firm hands give her a release.
Wren Chesney: Oh, Victor, thank you…
Back and forth, deeper and deeper. Harder and harder but not too hard. Just the way she likes it. Into the shoulder blades a little. Back up and around the neck. Who knew being serviced could feel so good?
Wren Chesney: Yes, Victor. Right there. A little faster. A little deeper.
Eyes shut and feeling the release, Wren Chesney can’t help but moan a little. The hands move down the shoulders some, reaching just above her bra. A little lower. A little lower. If they weren’t married, the fondling of her tits would seem weird.
Wren Chesney: Oh, Victor….if you wanted it so bad, all you had to do was ask. Close the door and I’ll ride. This could be exhilarating. Who’s going to stop us?
VCR: Wren!
Wren Chesney: What!?
She opens her eyes as the hands come to a full stop on her breasts. Standing before her is her husband, Victor Cornelius Roberts, standing in the doorway. Her jaw drops as she looks down, tan colored hands firmly groping her breasts.
“Motorboat your boobies?”
She shrieks in horror as she stands up, knocking her assailant backwards. She quickly grabs herself, and looks back to find Jose’ Jose’ standing there with a dumbfounded expression painted over his face.
Wren Chesney: YOU!!
VCR: Damn it, Wren! When I said yes to a three-way I didn’t know you’d bring a filthy Mexican!
She shrieks again and almost hurls in disgust. Instead Ms. Chesney starts beating on Jose’ Jose’s face with closed fists! The lucky turned unlucky jobber covers himself as he breaks for the door! She pushes him out into the hallway and he falls flat on his rear end.
Wren Chesney: You’re fired you son of a bitch!
Jose’ Jose’: Porque?
Ms. Chesney shrieks again in anger as road agent and former TNW World Heavyweight Champion, Maelstrom, steps into the picture.
Maelstrom: What seems ta be da problem now, Wren?
Wren Chesney: Call the police! I want this man arrested for rape!
Maelstrom: Rape? ‘e raped you? Come now, Wren, we all know you liked it.
VCR: Hey! Stop implying my wife is a dirty whore! Only I can do that!
Wren Chesney: Shut up! That fence hopper and rapist is fired!
Maelstrom: C’mon now, Wren. Yer takin’ dis a little too far. What’s he supposed ta do when you walk ‘round half dressed and sayin’ you jerk off. Man was wonderin’ if ya needed a partner is all.
VCR: I’m her partner, damn it! I help jerk her off! Not this guy!
Ms. Chesney shoots her husband a look of contempt and pushes him backwards.
Wren Chesney: Not another word, Victor! As for you, Maelstrom…
Daz Van Dyke: What’s going on here?
Almost out of no where, Daz Van Dyke appears in his coffee stained Armani suit with a smile over his face. One could assume he knows exactly what is going on.
Wren Chesney: Nothing, Daz. I was just telling Maelstrom here how he’s going to enjoy the unemployment line because he’s fired too!
Maelstrom: What? I didn’t do nothin’, Wren. If I knew I was gonna be fired, I would ‘ave done more den what he did!
Daz Van Dyke: You’re firing Maelstrom? Excellent! This is going better than planned! You’re fired, Vic. Get lost!
Maelstrom: The Hell man? You only want ta fire me cause I had relations wit yer mum.
Daz Van Dyke: Take that back! My mum would never sleep with you! It was a lie! A terrible, terrible bloody lie!
Maelstrom: No, sir. I bent ‘er over da kitchen table, exercised da bed springs, pumped ‘er full of Vic juice…
Daz Van Dyke: Grrr!
DVD looks about ready to try and punch Maelstrom’s lights out as Wren Chesney starts to chuckle.
Wren Chesney: This Neanderthal slept with your mother, Daz? She’s got to be in her 60s, right?
Daz Van Dyke: Eight-something but who cares? He’s lying and now he’s fired for it!
Wren Chesney: Oh no! I’m not firing you anymore, Maelstrom. In fact, you’re re-hired. As much as I detest your presence and constant reminders of your comatose friend Jimmy Cortez, you’re worth keeping just to piss off Daz Van Dyke!
Daz Van Dyke: No! He’s fired! I’m firing you now!
Maelstrom: Fur what?
Daz Van Dyke: For hitting me!
Maelstrom: Oh you mean like dis?
The Human Hellstrom raises a balled fist and looks poised to knock Mr. Van Dyke to next Sunday! Daz covers himself and cowers in fear.
Maelstrom: BOOOO!
He lunges at Mr. Van Dyke but never touches him. Maelstrom starts to chuckle out loud as Daz falls to the floor in fear.
Maelstrom: Da only Van Dyke I ever hit was yer mother. And she liked it.
Jose’ Jose’: ¡Él me dijo hacerlo! Si yo no lo hiciera él me encendería. ¡Tengo bocas para alimentarme como mi propio! ¡Tengo que comprar escobas todo el tiempo! ¡Tengo que ahorrar mi dinero para visitar a Brett Favre! No puedo hacerlo si soy encendido. Este hombre es el mal. Él controla mis manos. Él hizo reventar mi pelota de fútbol. ¡Amo sus pechos y la motonave ellos cualquier tiempo pero usted tiene que entender que fui obligado a molestarle!
Wren Chesney: What did he say?
Maelstrom: He says Daz Van Dyke forced him to do it. He was going to take Brett Favre away.
Wren Chesney: Daz, you son of a bitch! Wait until the Board hears about this one! You blackmail mentally handicapped wrestlers to grope me because you can’t do it yourself! You deserve what’s coming to you! I’m sending a memo out now to all the wrestlers. Take this down, Victor!
VCR: Yes ma’am!
Wren Chesney: “To the wrestlers of PWA: as of this moment, any physical attempts at Daz Van Dyke’s well-being will go unpunished. No suspensions. No fines. In fact, the first person to put Daz Van Dyke in a hospital will receive preferential treatment from myself when I become Commissioner of PWA.”
I like the sound of that, Victor. Make sure all the wrestlers get it, especially Captain Howdy. Got it?
VCR: Yes, ma’am!
Wren Chesney: I love it when you say that.
Mr. Van Dyke looks like he’s about to have a heart attack as he gets back to his feet. He starts backing away down the hallway carefully as Maelstrom is eyeing him with balled fists.
Daz Van Dyke: You’ll regret this, Wren. These animals cannot be trusted!
He then disappears around a corner and sure enough will be leaving the arena as soon as possible. Wren Chesney feels satisfied and almost contemplates forgetting this whole incident if it leads to Daz being taken out.
Maelstrom: Now what about Jose’ Jose’? He was just doing what he was told.
Wren Chesney: In a way I can respect that. You’re not fired. But if you ever do that again, you will wish you were born without hands, understand?
Jose’ Jose’: Si!
Wren Chesney: Go clean a toilet or something would you. I have work to do.
She steps back into her office and slams the door. Maelstrom helps Jose’ Jose’ up to his feet as Victor Cornelius Roberts finishes up writing the order to be sent to the wrestlers.
Maelstrom: So how were ‘er breasts?
VCR: Awesome. I love it when she sticks them in my face.
Maelstrom: I wasn’t talkin’ to you four eyes.
PWA LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
Nighthawk vs. Brad Kane ©
Written by: Craig
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 . Bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet Nighthawk stares a hole at 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. Getting on the top turnbuckle Nighthawk raises one finger above his head before crouching down in his corner.
Franks: And once more, Nighthawk finds himself challenging for a title he thinks is his.
Quadros: While I hate both of these morons, I honestly hope Brad Kane ends him tonight.
"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 "Eye of the Storm" by Killswitch Engage flares up. Strobe lights begin to go insane when the vocals blare out of the sound system as Brad Kane, PWA World Light Heavyweight Championship strapped around his waist as he appears in the entry way. The crowd cheers seeing him as Brad inhales before he makes his way down the ring. A few hands get slapped but not many as once Brad is at ringside, he hops up on the ring apron. 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. He takes the World Light Heavyweight Title off of his waist, holding it up into the air as he looks 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 hands the Light Heavyweight Title to the ref. Brad then waits for the match to begin as his entrance song fades off.
Quadros: Wait, where'd his hot wife go?
Franks: She's pregnant and she can't travel much right now.
Quadros: Then someone get his hot sister out here.
Franks: She's married dude.
Quadros: Goddammit.
Ring Announcer gets into the ring as Sasha Brown stands next to him.
Franks: Either way, it looks like its time for ring introductions. I wonder what the crowd is going to chant at Nighthawk this week...
Quadros: They can chant "Stupid asshole" at him. I think'd that suffice quite well.
Franks: What would they chant at Brad smartass?
Quadros: "We want big tits!"
Franks: I swear one of these days, you're gonna get knocked out.
Ring Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a forty five minute time limit and is for the Premiere Wrestling Alliance World Light Heavyweight Championship!
Crowd goes insane.
Ring Announcer: Introducing first, the challenger. He comes from Chicago, Illinois and weighs in tonight at 185 pounds. He's a former two time PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion, he is "The Wrestling Machine" Nighthawk!!!
Blue and white streamers for 'Hawk as he takes in a few chants. However a few smart fans get under his skin by telling him that "Austin Aries wants his old moniker back."
Ring Announcer: And now introducing the champion. He was born in Belfast, Ireland and weighs in tonight at 226 pounds...
Quadros: FATTY GAINED FIVE POUNDS!
Ring Announcer: He's a former Atlantic Champion and the current World Light Heavyweight Champion...
The ring announcer gets interrupted as Brad whispers something into his ear.
Ring Announcer: And he's had more sex this week then in the past two months. He is "The Unbreakable" Brad Kane!!!
Everyone goes nuts for Brad as they throw in red and black streamers. He gets a few chants himself, mostly notably "We want Freya!" Brad looks out into the crowd, shaking his head as he laughs.
Brad Kane: How in the hell is my sister more over then I am?
Everyone laughs again except for Nighthawk as he looks at the title as it gets handed out of the ring.
*Ding ding!*
The crowd cheers as its time for this huge rematch to start. Both men circle around each other. Brad sticks his out his hand for a handshake.
Brad Kane: Put 'er there pal!
Nighthawk shakes the hand of Brad before getting put into a headlock! Nighthawk quickly pushes Brad off into the ropes as Brad stops himself from coming back. A few people clap as Nighthawk keeps his focus. They circle around each other again and nearly lock up until Brad slides out of the ring. The crowd is confused as he reaches into his pants and pulls out a cell phone? He opens it and begins talking...
Brad Kane: Yeah, I can talk. I got nothing going on right now... Yes I plan on getting a gallon of milk when I come home.
In the ring, Nighthawk is furious as he stomps about.
Brad Kane: I gotta go Megan. I need to get back to this match. Love you too honey.
He gives his cell phone to a ringside worker as he slides back into the ring. The ref wants to know what in the hell the deal was. Brad shrugs as he looks ready to wrestle again. They circle around each other again and lock up without anything happening. Nighthawk goes behind Brad with a waistlock as he lifts him up into the air before slamming him down to the mat. 'Hawk spins and puts Brad into a front headlock as the crowd claps. Brad fights his way out of the hold as both men get up to a vertical base.
Franks: So what in the hell was that phone call about?
Quadros: I personally think Brad is trying to throw off Nighthawk's focus with all this tomfoolery.
Franks: Very possible. A great rare insight from you.
Quadros: I try, I try.
They go to lock up again as once again Nighthawk gets the advantage as he takes Brad over with a dragon screw leg whip. He then drives his elbow into the knee of Brad Kane while they're seated on the mat.
Brad Kane: OWWWW! Nighthawk!
'Hawk keeps the hold applied.
Brad Kane: NIGHTHAWK!
Nighthawk: WHAT?!
Brad slips out of the hold before getting up. He pats Nighthawk on the head.
Brad Kane: Thanks.
Nighthawk gets back up himself as he's fuming mad. Brad's having a good laugh as he high fives referee Sasha Brown. Brad goes to the mat and starts to do pushups as Nighthawk stands in the corner, waiting for Brad to get serious about this. Brad finishes as Nighthawk rushes towards him. Brad catches him with a huge big boot before running off the ropes and dropping down with the leg drop of doom! The crowd cheers as Brad gets up to his feet and starts to pose.
Quadros: Wow... I think the goofy bastard is back.
Franks: Or its all part of the plan to throw Nighthawk off like you said.
'Hawk kips up back to his feet as he waits for Brad to turn around. Bam! Nighthawk superkicks Brad's head off into the second row as he finally looks satisfied. He lifts Brad up to a vertical base as he whips him into a corner. Nighthawk charges in with a flying forearm that connects with Brad's temple as he comes forwards into a snap hurricanrana. Brad rolls through to the corner as he stands up. He looks a little upset as he grabs at his hair.
Brad Kane: HEY REF! HE PULLED MY HAIR!
Sasha Brown: No he didn't!
Brad Kane: Oh...
Brad inhales as he shakes his head loose, trying to get rid of the superkick effects. Both men meet in the middle of the ring and lock up as Nighthawk gets the advantage as usual as he puts in the CRAVATE! Oh my goodness! Brad is screaming in pain as he gets to the ropes as Nighthawk breaks the hold. Brad rolls out of the ring as he holds his head, not wanting it to get worked over for the Hangman's Clutch that Nighthawk has used to make many men tap out. Nighthawk looks happy with himself as Brad goes out into the crowd and takes a seat in an empty one. Quite a few fans slap him on the back, encouraging him as he puts on someone's hat, trying to blend in.
Franks: Okay, you're right. The goofy bastard is back.
Quadros: I knew it!
There is no count out right now as Brad grabs a bite of someone's popcorn before getting out of his seat and going back over the ringside barrier. Nighthawk is nearly beside himself as the current champion slides back into the ring. He gets up to a vertical base as he inhales, looking at 'Hawk. 'Hawk wants to lock up again as Brad nods his head. The two warriors lock up again as Nighthawk finds himself getting the best of Brad Kane again, this time putting him into a hammerlock that he transitions into a headlock before taking him over onto the mat. The crowd claps for Nighthawk as he grins before switching it into a headscissors. Brad quickly rolls up as he puts Nighthawk into a jackknife cradle pin.
One!
Two!!
Nighthawk gets his shoulders up as Brad slides on out of the ring. He wipes the sweat from his forehead as he looks back into the ring. Brad shakes his head as he crawls underneath the ring itself now as Nighthawk is forced to watch in complete disgust.
Quadros: Are we gonna see Spike Kane crawl out from underneath the ring?
Franks: Maybe we will...
Nope, we don't as Brad has put on a generic luchador mask, you know the kind as he gets back into the ring. Nighthawk keeps focused on the task at hand as the two lock up again. Brad scores with an arm drag before giving Nighthawk another. Then a third, forth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eigth, ninth and then the tenth. Nighthawk goes into the corner, trying to regain his barings as Brad accidentally arm drags Sasha Brown! Sasha gets up to her feet as she's ready to disqualify Brad for using a move on her while Nighthawk and Brad both plead to her not too. She doesn't as Brad surprises Nighthawk with another headlock. Once more, 'Hawk is able to get out of the hold with ease as he simply reverses the hold. Brad pushes Nighthawk off and in the process, the mask gets ripped off as the crowd goes along with it and gasps in horror. Brad hides his face as Nighthawk throws the mask out into the crowd.
Brad Kane: HE RIPPED MY MASK OFF. THAT'S A DISQUALIFICATION!
Sasha shakes her head that it isn't as Brad goes out of the ring, fuming mad as he kicks the ring post. That proves to be a mistake as Brad falls over, holding his foot in pain. A ringside worked comes over and starts to fan his foot as Brad is still on the floor. Nighthawk rubs his face as he sighs.
Franks: Wow, I can't believe what we're seeing. This is either a huge game of getting Nighthawk off of his or Brad has lost his goddamn mind again.
Quadros: I still think this is all some sort of plan. I mean he's looked good when he's used the few moves on Nighthawk thus far.
Brad kips up to his feet as he gets back into the ring as he stares at Nighthawk, grinning the whole time. Time to get down to business as Brad and Nighthawk lock up in the middle of the ring. Nighthawk gets the better of things yet again as he puts an arm wringer to use on Brad. He keeps twisting the arm as Brad manages to reverse to one of his own before firing off a hard kick to the thigh of 'Hawk. The smack echoes throughout Portland. The crowd "ooohs" the kick as Brad puts another to use, this time hitting the chest of Nighthawk. 'Hawk is reeling into the corner as Brad attempts to follow up with running elbow but "The Wrestling Machine" is able to move out of the way before putting a leg sweep to use. Brad hits the mat as Nighthawk quickly drops down and puts him in a cross armbreaker.
Quadros: Well, this match just got lame.
Franks: I disagree but whatever.
The current champ gets his leg on the bottom rope as Nighthawk releases the hold right away. Brad gets up to his feet as he stares at Nighthawk. 'Hawk wants to lock up again as Brad shakes his head. He slides out of the ring as he goes to the ring announcer and whispers something into his ear. The ring announcer nods his head as Brad slides back into the ring.
Ring Announcer: Brad Kane would like to professionally request that this match be restarted in slow motion.
Nighthawk glares daggers at "The Unbreakable" as Brad nods his head. "The Wrestling Machine" darts in and throws Brad into the ropes. Brad does indeed go in slow motion as he bounces off the ropes. He seemingly takes forever as he comes back at Nighthawk who is moving full speed and dropkicks Brad to the mat. Yeah, he even falls in slow motion as 'Hawk quickly grabs Brad's legs and puts him in a jackknife pin.
One!
Two!!
Brad gets his shoulder up as he hops back up to his feet.
Brad Kane: What in the hell are you doing? We agreed that it goes dropkick, dropkick, headlock takeover, headscissors before I reverse and we both got up to out feet for applause! So let's try this again!
Brad runs back towards Nighthawk as Hawk leaps into the air for another dropkick. However Brad moves out of the way as he shrugs his shoulders. 'Hawk pushes himself off of the mat, angry as he paces around, waiting for Brad to take this match seriously. Brad nods his head as he and Nighthawk get into the middle of the ring. Brad looks up.
Brad Kane: Hey look up there!
Nighthawk: No!
Brad Kane: Come on.
'Hawk shakes his head as Brad shrugs before stomping on "The Wrestling Machine's" foot. Brad then hits him with a kick to the chest before a second. Now a spin kick to the stomach as Nighthawk kneels over. Brad puts 'Hawk's head between his legs before yelling out.
Brad Kane: I'M BATISTA!
He lifts Nighthawk for a powerbomb but 'Hawk is able to flip out of the move as he lands on his feet before hitting another superkick. Brad staggers around as Nighthawk bounces off the ropes and proceeds to hit the la mistica!!! The crowd cheers as Brad inches his way towards the ropes. He's nearly there as Nighthawk transitions the hold to a crucifix pin.
One!
Two!!
Brad gets his shoulders off the mat as he rolls up to his feet. Nighthawk looks ready to keep this all going as Brad rubs his face, not wanting to get caught up on the mat. Nighthawk rolls his head as he waits for the next move to be made as Brad goes into the middle of the ring. Nighthawk does the same as Brad hits him right in the jaw with an elbow before putting him up into an airplane spin. Brad starts to rotate as the crowd starts to count.
Crowd: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, Twenty One, Twenty Two, Twenty Three, Twenty Four, Twenty Five, Twenty Six, Twenty Seven, Twenty Eight, Twenty Nine. Thirty!
Franks: ...Wow.
Quadros: I think I'm gonna throw up here.
Nighthawk gets lowered as both men stagger around dizzy as Brad clutches him into an inside cradle.
One!
Two!!
Thre!!!
"The Wrestling Machine" gets his shoulder off the mat in time as both men are on the mat, still dizzy. Sasha Brown notices they aren't moving as she begins the ten count.
One!
Two!!
Three!!!
Four!!!!
Five!!!!!
Nighthawk is showing the signs of moving first.
Six!!!!!!
Seven!!!!!!!
Brad is shaking his head loose.
Eight!!!!!!!!
Nine!!!!!!!!!
Both men are on their hands and knees...
Ten!!!!!!!!!!
The bell rings as the crowd starts to boo loudly as both men have been counted down. They begin to throw trash into the ring as security increases.
Quadros: Huh... that's odd.
Franks: Without a doubt in my mind. I guess that airplane spin took a lot out of them.
Quadros: No joke. And I imagine Nighthawk will beg for another shot. Good lord, can I just go ahead and kick him in the dick?
Franks: No...although I wouldn't mind you getting a dick kick. Then again that's provided someone finds a dick on you.
Brad gets the World Light Heavyweight Championship as he slowly gets back up to his feet as Nighthawk pounds the mat in frustration.
Franks:Well, I guess we're out of time tonight. We'll see you next week for the 50th edition of Violation! For my collegue Ray Quadros, goodnight everybody!
Quadros: I can speak for myself...
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