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Violation 52
Sunday, January 18th, 2009
GM Place in Vancouver, British Columbia
MALFUNCTION
Written by: Dan
-Pierce goes walking through the hallways backstage with his trusty, German sidekick in tow. Pierce looks like a man on a mission, whereas Jackboot looks like he is being dragged against his wishes.
Jackboot: Pierce, vere are ve going zis time? You always take me stupid places, plus it is almost time for ze match.
-Pierce ignores the whining as he continues down the hall. He gets to the door with the golden engraved plate reading “Wren Chesney”. He overlooks the idea of knocking and grabs the knob and thrusts him shoulder into it. However, it doesn’t budge. Pierce takes a step back and stares at the door, as if it had made some mistake. He then tries it again with the same result. He leans with his head against the door.
Pierce: Wwwrrreeeennnnn?
-He knocks a couple times.
Pierce: Wren baby?
-He holds his ear to the door, but doesn’t hear anything until…
Wren: Pierce is that you.
Pierce: Yeah, it is. Can you open the door babe? We can’t very well have relations with the door closed now can we?
-Jackboot, standing in the background, slaps his hand to his forehead.
Wren: No sorry, can’t do. It’s…um…malfunctioning. Yeah…that’s it….it’s malfunctioning. I guess we won’t be able to see each other tonight.
-Pierce frowns as his head falls off of the door and slouches down. Slowly, and I do mean slowly, a thought crosses his mind.
Pierce: Wren, is this about what happened last week? Look, I don’t care how you look babe, I’ll still bang ya.
Wren: That’s…um….sweet. But I just can’t get this open. I guess I’ll have to see you after it’s fixed.
Pierce: Okay, wish me luck in my match and don’t worry I’ll get Gaither back for you.
Wren: Yeah…um…good luck
-Pierce kisses the door good bye as he scampers away. Once he is far out of sight, a bald Wren Chesney peeks out of the door and wipes her brow.
Wren: I’ve got to do something to keep that little pip squeak away.
REGULAR RULES
Brett Lukas vs. Sara Pettis
Written by: Bailey
Franks: We got to head to our first match featuring two more new PWA superstars!
Quadros: There’s only one superstar involved let me tell you that and HE’LL show his true colours tonight!
Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, coming to the ring weighing two-hundred and twenty-four pounds, from Miami, Florida. “THE GOLDEN BOY” BRETT LUKAS!!
"Say goodnight to the bad guy."
A gunshot rings out over the pa system as all of the lights in the arena completely black out. "I Feel Like Dying" by Lil' Wayne blares loudly.
"Only once the drugs are done..."
"That I feel like dying..."
"I feel like dying."
The beat to the song kicks in as silver strobes flash with the beat and smoke fills the entryway.
"Only once the drugs are done..."
"That I feel like dying..."
"I feel like dying."
"Only once the drugs are done..."
"That I feel like dying..."
"I feel like dying."
"I feel like..."
Out of the back emerges Brett Lukas with Rebecca in tow. He poses on stage to a mixed reaction.
Brett smirks as he heads down the ramp, Rebecca close behind. Upon reaching the ring he removes his shirt and tosses it to Rebecca. She scoffs as he leaps onto the apron then climbs in through the middle ropes. He cracks his neck and stretches out in anticipation.
The lights on the stage change to blue as the opening guitar rift of Joey Ramone's "Wonderful World" begins to full the arena. White strobe lights begin to flicker on the stage, and smoke billows as from the back, through the smoke emerges Sara. She stops at the top of the ramp and raises her arms in the air as pyrotechnics go off from the top of the ramp,
Ferdinand: His opponent from Queens, New York. Standing at 5'8, and weighing in at 137 Lbs., The "Child of Fate", Sara Pettis!
Sara begins to walk down to the ring, smiling her trademark smile and waving to crowd. She gets to the ring and begins to climb the ring stairs, turning around at the top step and pumping up the crowd in front of her before climbing between the ropes. She goes to the opposite corner and climbs up to the second turnbuckle and begins to pump up the crowd on that side as the music fades out.
Lukas stays his distance in a display of sportsmanship. The referee watches Sarah climb down from the turnbuckle. She looks Lukas in the eye and the two have a micro-stare down as Mickey Vann signals for the timekeeper to start the match.
*DING DING*
Lukas has the obvious size advantage and Pettis circles cautiously as if working out a way in which to chop down the big redwood. She backs into the ropes and charges at The Golden Boy. He steps in with a clothesline but Pettis slides through his legs and to the apron. Lukas turns round in time to see Pettis bounce off the ropes as she nails him with a springboard front dropkick and the crowd get their first sign that this match will be better than your average opener.
Franks: Pettis seems to be taking the logical approach to this match. Lukas is easily the strongman in this match!
Quadros: Don’t praise her, I’m sitting here praying we don’t get sued!
Franks: What?
Quadros: Look, Pettis might be a second-generation superstar, she might have all the talent in the world, but if she went up against Jason Sandman or Mystic J, it just wouldn’t be a fair fight!
Franks: Right…
Pettis is trying to keep the larger man down. Lukas gets to a knee but Pettis dropkicks it out from under him. He tries again and Pettis repeats her trick. Lukas rolls out the ring and to the outside.
Quadros: He’s grabbing a breather, I mean, she’s a girl!
Franks: Ray, we’ve seen female competitors pass through our doors before, tonight one of them goes up against Terminus!
Quadros: *quietly* Booking with a dartboard still I see…
Franks: …
1.…
2...
Lukas seems to have regrouped himself as Rebecca whispers advice to him and guardedly climbs back into the ring. He goes to tie-up but Sarah dodges him and strikes him with a closed fist to the stomach. She follows it up with another, Lukas gets peppered with a few more. Pettis looks for a bigger blow but as she pivots off her foot Lukas sweeps her legs from under her with a Judo style trip.
Franks: Act of desperation there fans.
Quadros: It wasn’t desperation, he was never in danger. He just cut her down to size!
Lukas starts to stomp away at the legs of Pettis. He goes to pick up her left leg but she kicks him the face to gain some breathing room. He turns round and hit’s a huge haymaker that sends Pettis staggering back some and whips her to the ropes. She comes back and he leapfrogs her, she comes back and he again goes for a clothesline but she ducks round.
Quadros: She scouted this one last time!
Before Pettis can react Lukas hit’s a picture-perfect overhead kick to knock Pettis to the ground. He picks her up and whips her into the corner nearest him and proceeds to pay her back for the peppering of punches from earlier. Right, Left, Right, Left, each punch is delivered to her stomach as the crowd start to up their involvement in the match and boo Lukas.
Franks: I get the feeling that Lukas might have problems getting home tonight. Can you hear the crowd?
Quadros: I don’t think Lukas is that bothered, did you not see who accompanies him?
He backs off and lets Pettis stagger out the corner clearly winded from the blows, he grabs her in a front-facelock and delivers a solid DDT to take her down. He again starts to weight in on the lower body of Sarah Pettis. He lifts up her leg, kick free, and starts to lay his boots into her knee.
Franks: Clearly Lukas is looking to ground Pettis and take her away some of the agility that’s been a thorn in his side.
Quadros: Got a clip birds wings, Carl, that’s all I’m saying.
He grabs her leg and locks in a half-Boston crab. She screams out in pain but Lukas just sits back more on the lower back of his opponent. She looks to see where she is in the ring, the ropes seem too far away to reach. She starts to squirm, clearly looking for a way out but Lukas cinches the hold in more causing her to scream louder.
*LET’S GO SARAH!LET’S GO SARAH!*
She hears the chant from the crowd and tries to push herself up on one hand but she can’t get the power. She tries both hands and this time she forces Lukas to his feet, she tries to roll through but Lukas applies an ankle lock to the woman.
Quadros: Look at that! That’s power and technical ability he seems to be holding over her!
Franks: I’m sure Pettis can hold her own in the technical field, I don’t think she’s out.
Pettis uses her other leg as shes lifted up in the hold to kick Lukas in the head he still holds on but is momentarily off-balance. She rolls through and takes his legs this time putting her own ankle-lock on Lukas.
Franks: Look at that! She reversed it using her wits not her strength! What you got to say about that , Ray?
Quadros: …Sorry? Are you still talking?
Pettis clamps down as hard as she can on Lukas but he’s nearer the ropes, he struggles to reach them and the referee asks if he’s had enough. Lukas shoots Vann a look that is equal parts contempt and incredibility and shakes his head. Pettis realises that’s she losing the hold and releases Lukas.
She steps back and shake the attacked leg feeling some signs of damage but nothing that would obviously show. She goes to attack Lukas but he steps behind the referee creating a barrier from attack. Vanns steps out the way and Lukas kicks her in the gut. He runs off the ropes and hit’s a running flipping Neckbreaker!
Quadros: What a modification of his arsenal!
He covers;
1...
2...
Pettis kicks out with nearly a full second to spare. Lukas picks her up and whips her to the ropes. She comes back and flying head scissors!! Lukas looks dazed. Pettis looks for the high risk manoeuvre and she springs onto the top rope and immediately goes for a moonsault!
Franks: This could be the end for Lukas!
Lukas sees this and moves out the way. He gets up expecting a prone Pettis to see she landed on her feet! He goes for a big hook but she kicks him in the leg and then jumps off it into a modified énziguri . She hops to the apron and SPRINGBOARD LEG DROP!
1.…
2..
KICKOUT BY LUKAS! Pettis tries to keep him down. She runs and hit’s a senton on him to keep him down. Lukas rolls away and tries to get some space again. Sarah knows she has to keep the pressure on and clubs the back of Lukas, she leaps onto his shoulder looking for a victory roll but No!. Lukas has her on his shoulders.
Quadros: This is where it starts getting bad for all the feminists!
Lukas pushes her off his shoulders and into the air he catches her and delivers another variation on the DDT with a sickening impact! Another cover.
1...
2...
KICKOUT BY PETTIS! Lukas can’t believe it and turns to Rebecca who just shrugs her shoulders. Lukas seems to be losing patience with this match and charges at Pettis, drop-toe hold sends Lukas’ head over the middle rope knocking the wind out of his oesophagus. Pettis leapfrogs over his body and leg drops the neck of Lukas choking him more.
Quadros: Blatant cheating, right there!
Franks: Ray, you need to learn the difference between cheating and ingenuity…
Pettis looks like she further hurt the leg that Lukas had worked on with that fall. She gets on the apron and seems a little hesitant. The Golden Boy is still down and Pettis looks to step into the ring but Rebecca grabs her leg to distract her. Lukas approaches now. Pettis kicks off Rebecca and shoulder charges Brett in the stomach. He staggers back, and Pettis springboards off the ropes , SARACANRANA!!!! NOOOOO! Lukas stops her in her tracks. He links her arms behind her back.
Quadros: If theres a Mr. and Mrs. Pettis in the building right now I bet they’re already planning the funeral!
MODIFIED TIGER DRIVER? Sarah head butts Lukas but he still holds on, another head butt and yet still she is locked up, she flexes out her arms with the third head butt and connects whilst freeing her arms. Hurracanrana to take down the big man!
Quadros: Yet more cheating…
Franks: Someone should have got you a dictionary over the holidays…
Sarah riles up the crowd as she points to the turnbuckle. She springs up and in one motion kicks out into a moonsault. She lands feet first onto Lukas!
Franks: FATE SEALED!
The cover.
1...
2...
3...!!!!!
Mickey Vanns signals for the bell as this close-fought match draws to a close.
Ferdinand: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH, AS A RESULT OF PIN FALL! SARAH PETTIS!
“What a Wonderful World” reverberates around the arena as Pettis is cheered by the crowd.
Franks: What an opening match there and it only gets better! Maybe this is an omen for Freya Ragnal Kane later?
Quadros: Yeah it is, the omen is lightning doesn’t strike twice!
SUPERIOR
Written by: Neil
After avoiding the entire world for as long as she could, Wren Chesney decides to leave the sanctuary of her office to put together her game plan tonight. With words of encouragement from her nerdy, pencil pushing, bean counting husband, Victor Cornelius Roberts, Ms. Chesney steps out into the hallway with cautious optimism.
Right off the bat it becomes obvious what her problem is. Hiding the not-so-clean shaven head of hers thanks in part to Samantha Gaither last week, Wren Chesney has gone the route of wig wearing. Her dark hair, usually long, shiny, and pristine has been replaced with a stiff, partially curled, dirty blonde look of a wholesome mother of the 1950’s. But the good intentions that one would assume would come with that hair style certainly has not seeped into the brain of this Board member. Oh no, Jack Gaither and his floozy wife surely will pay for this with their careers.
VCR: Don’t worry, Wren. Nobody will notice.
Wren: Are you kidding me? How could someone NOT notice?! To think, this is all we could find in this stupid little cancuck town of Vancouver! We’re never coming here again!
VCR: I’ll make note of it!
Mr. Roberts writes down in his notepad that PWA is never going to come to Vancouver again like a good Mr. Assistant. As they walk down the halls, the issues of her hair, or lack thereof, becomes compounded as Daz Van Dyke walks up with Mugs Hammerfist in tow. Mr. Van Dyke has a massive grin over his face after viewing his unfortunate opposition’s plight.
DVD: Good evening, Wren…
Wren: Eat shit!
DVD: That’s hardly a thing to say, Ms. Chesney! Especially tonight when the rest of the Board is watching. This is a special night indeed. We all get to witness Terminus defend and retain the PWA World Heavyweight Championship and strengthen the Cornerstone cause by bringing Freya Kane-Ragnal into the fold.
Wren: That’s not going to happen, Daz. Women are and will remain the superior species on this planet and I can guarantee you that Freya Kane-Ragnal will bring home the gold and destroy your little movement before it even begins!
DVD: Ha! Women are superior, eh? I’m surprised you can even say that after what happened last week. Remember? A woman exposed your pimply, disfigured head for what it truly is!
Wren: Shut up!
Ms. Chesney rears a leg back, ready to swing a swift foot into Mr. Van Dyke’s groin and bring him down to size again. However, she is stopped as Daz snaps his finger and calls upon his unfortunate blackmailed body guard.
DVD: Do what you’re paid to do, Mugs.
Mugs: Damn it…
Hammerfist steps in front of Mr. Van Dyke and folds his arms over his chest, trying to look tough as he stands between Wren and Daz.
Wren: I’ve been waiting to do this for awhile, Mugs.
She then kicks with all her might as her foot threatens to explode poor Mugs Hammerfist’s testicles. The Head of Security goes down in a heap, wishing her was a Secret Service agent taking a bullet or a shoe for the President rather than this punishment.
Wren: Ah, I feel much better now. I told you, Daz, still the superior species. Come, Victor. Tonight is going to be a special night.
VCR: Yes, ma’am!
The two continue their way down the hall as Daz Van Dyke looks aggravated over what just happened. He looks down at the curled up Mugs Hammerfist and kicks him in the rear end.
DVD: Get up, damn it! You act like you’ve never been kicked there before!
Mugs: Ugh…
REGULAR RULES
JJ Biggs vs. Christopher Moore
Written by: Nate
Ferdinand: The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and weighing in at two hundred and twenty-six pounds. He is “The Blackout” Chris Moore!
The lights dim, heavy mist filling the ramp as strobe lights begin to pulse slowly. A steady bass throb begins, growing in volume, sounding much like a heartbeat. A single gunshot shatters the silence, followed by mocking laughter and his voice hurling insults before the music skips, and then the sounds of 'Charisma' by W.A.S.P. filters through the speakers. Dark red strobes pulsate on the entranceway, and a dark figure, none other than Christopher Moore moves among them, stepping forward and raising his arms out as a rain of pyrotechnic spark either side of him. He strides forwards, ignoring the crowd reaction. He circles the ring once, his eyes steady, a look of angry concentration on his face, before ascending the ring steps and climbing between the ropes. Moore stands in the middle of the ring, his head thrown back in a triumphant roar as the music comes to a grinding halt, cut off with a squeal of feedback.
Ferdinand: Introducing his opponent, hailing from Miami, Florida and weighing in at an even three hundred pounds. He is wrestling in his first match in the PWA in over six months. He is “The Featured Attraction” JJ Biggs!
"Voices" by Disturbed hits the speaker system as the crowd stands up and rains down with a chorus of boos! The curtain brushes aside and JJ Biggs walks out onto the top of the stage, with his manager, Michael Bourne, next to him. He slaps his chest with his right hand a couple of times before making a fist and raising it above his head. He continues walking down the stage and he climbs onto the apron. Meanwhile, Bourne walks up the steel steps and he enters the ring through the middle rope. Biggs steps over the top rope and he goes to the ropes and once again raises a fist over his head as the boos grow louder, which only creates a cocky smirk on his face. He takes off his t-shirt; he acts as if he's going to throw the shirt into the crowd, but instead he hands it to Michael Bourne.
The bell rings. These two men have developed a strong disliking for each other over the past week. They meet in the center of the ring, with Moore having to look up at Biggs because of the height difference. Moore draws first blood as he drills Biggs in the nose with a right hand. Moore causes the bigger man to stagger back and he keeps on the attack. He is right on him for another right hand, followed by a strong left hand, and then he spins around and clobbers Biggs with a right hand that causes him to fall back into the ropes. But Biggs comes out of no where as he bounces off the ropes and drills Moore with a huge Clothesline that nearly sends his head into the fifth row. Biggs leans on the top rope as he shakes the cobwebs away. Moore gets back to his feet only to be taken down by another Clothesline. Moore is slower to get to his feet this time. Moore is up and he runs in Biggs’ direction. Biggs catches him and eventually drops him with a Tilt-a-Whirl Slam. Biggs drops down for the pinfall as the referee counts: 1.…………..2.…KICK OUT!
Franks: Biggs appears to be in top-form thus far, Ray. He sure isn’t showing any ring rust.
Quadros: Of course he isn’t! He’s “The Featured Attraction,” he doesn’t even know what “ring rust” is!
Biggs gets to his feet as he pulls Moore up by using his hair. He tosses Moore into the corner and he charges in right behind him with a Big Splash! Moore nearly collapses in the corner, but Biggs lifts him up and places him on the top turnbuckle before he can do so. Biggs, however, walks away from Moore and instead plays to the crowd. He poses for them and the fans, in return, shower him with boos. He ends up giving them the finger before walking back to Moore. He starts to climb the turnbuckle himself, but Moore comes to life and he’s able to muscle Biggs off. Biggs hits the ring with a thud, but he’s quick to his feet. Moore, however, has rearranged himself in the corner and now he’s standing upright. He leaps off with a huge Missile Dropkick!
Franks: Whoa! That was a beautiful Missile Dropkick by Christopher Moore!
Quadros: It was all right. I’ve seen better.
Moore gets to his feet and as does Biggs. “The Featured Attraction” wants to get the momentum back on his side quickly, so he charges at Moore looking for a Big Boot. Moore ducks under it, however, and grabs a handful of Biggs’ hair and drops him with a one-handed Bulldog. Moore quickly ascends to the top rope and “The Blackout” comes up with a HUGE elevated Frog-Splash! Moore hooks Biggs’ leg as the referee counts: 1.…………..2.……….KICK OUT! Moore quickly mounts Biggs and he delivers right hand after right hand while he uses his left hand to steady Biggs’ head. Moore gets to his feet and he bounces off the ropes. He comes back with a huge Leg Drop planted nicely across Biggs’ throat. He hooks the leg once again as the referee slides to the mat to ensue the count: 1.…………..2.……………KICK OUT!
Franks: “The Blackout” has taken control of this match. He is not letting up one bit.
Moore gets to his feet and he is barely able to pull the much bigger Biggs to his feet, but he is eventually able to do so. Moore tries to send Biggs into the corner, but Biggs manages to reserve it. Biggs charges forward looking for a Clothesline, but Moore ducks out of the way and Biggs runs into the turnbuckle. Moore backs up and then he charges into and drills Biggs right in the chops with a Sick Kick (Yakuza Kick). Biggs drops to the mat like a sack of rocks and Moore pulls him away from the ropes and goes for the pin: 1.………………2.…………KICK OUT!
Franks: Another near fall! I wonder if Biggs is missing a tooth after that kick?
Quadros: Or teeth, plural.
Moore gets to his feet and he pulls Biggs up, as well. He nails Biggs with a right hand and then he runs off the ropes. But out of no where Biggs comes to life and he catches Moore with a Snap Slam! Both men are down now as the referee checks on them. The referee starts his count, but he only gets to three before Moore, and then Biggs, make it to their feet. Moore goes for a right hand, but Biggs blocks it and he drills him with a right of his own. He sends Moore into the ropes and nails him with a Big Boot upon his return. Biggs grabs a handful of Moore’s hair and pulls him to his feet. He kicks Moore in the mid-section and he sets him up for a Piledriver. He drills it!
Franks: It’s over! There’s absolutely no way Moore can kick out after that!
Quadros: Damn right!
The argument doesn’t matter because Biggs doesn’t go for the pin. Instead, he grabs Moore and he pulls his limp body up. He sets him up for the Biggs Implant. But, before he can execute it, he’s distracted by Jason Sandman running down the ramp. Michael Bourne tries to intercept him, but Sandman tosses him into the ring steps.
Quadros: What the hell is Jason Sandman doing out here? He’s ruining a good match with his presence!
Franks: He has no business out here, that’s for sure!
Sandman climbs onto the apron. Biggs drops Moore to the mat and he runs over at Sandman. Jason, however, hops down before Biggs can touch him. Biggs holds his arms out, as if he’s asking Sandman what the hell he’s doing out here. Sandman is mouthing off to Biggs, keeping him thoroughly distracted. Moore sees this as an opportunity as he sneaks up behind Biggs and he ROLLS HIM UP! The referee counts: 1.……2.…..3!
Quadros: What?
Franks: Christopher Moore just won this match!
Sandman is laughing as he backs up the ramp. Biggs is sitting in the ring with two handfuls of his hair as he watches Sandman back up the ring.
Franks: Biggs doesn’t look happy, Ray.
Quadros: Would you be looking happy right now if you were JJ?
Franks: Well, no.
Quadros: Exactly.
ANGER AND MISERY
Written by: Nathan
“The Featured Attraction” is in his locker-room following his match. He’s obviously pissed off. He punches the wall as hard as he can, which puts a fist-sized hole in it. He walks over to the coffee table and he flips that over. Meanwhile, Michael is sitting on the couch holding a bag of ice against the back of his head.
JJ Biggs: I’m going to kill him!
Michael Bourne: Calm down, JJ.
JJ Biggs: Calm down? You want me to calm down? He just cost me my match!
Michael Bourne: I know. And he threw me into the steel steps.
JJ Biggs: Yeah, I know.
Michael Bourne: But maybe counter-attacking him isn’t the right decision, you know?
JJ Biggs: Maybe not. But it’ll make me feel better to kick his ass.
Michael Bourne: I’m sure it would. But the time isn’t right tonight, JJ.
JJ leans back-first against the wall. He closes his eyes as he tries to melt away his anger.
JJ Biggs: Okay.
Michael Bourne: Good.
JJ Biggs: I’m going to go for a walk, though. I’ll be back in a bit.
Michael Bourne: You’re not going to do anything stupid, right?
JJ Biggs: Right.
JJ opens the door and he slams it shut behind him as the scene fades out.
CHECK LIST
Written by: Steve
Backstage in the PWA arena, midway through Violation 52. PWA official Sasha Brown is seen sitting on a steel folding chair, in what looks to be the Referee's lounge. A small room where the PWA officials gather when not in action or in meetings with management. Dressed in her vertical white and black stripes, she's sitting down flicking through pages on a clipboard. Confused by this, fellow PWA official Steve Upshaw decides to quiz Sasha, on just what this is.
Steve Upshaw : Sash, you've been sitting flicking through that for the past ten minutes. What the hell is it?
Sasha Brown : Its nothing.
Steve Upshaw : Is that the assignments for next week? I really hope I'm not in another Jason Sandman match! Calling those are, well, really distressing!
Sasha Brown : No, its not.
Steve Upshaw : Well, what is it?
Sasha Brown : Jesus, you're always so impatient aren't you? No wonder no-one likes you. If you must know, its something I've been planning all week. I'm not sure whether to go through with it or not.
Steve Upshaw : Oh right, ok.
Sasha Brown : .....
Steve Upshaw : So...
Sasha Brown : I knew you couldn't leave it at that, nosy ass.
Steve Upshaw : God damnit, just tell me will you?
Sasha Brown : Its a petition.
Steve Upshaw : A petition? For a wage rise? God knows we need it, the crap we go through!
Sasha Brown : Well, as true as that is, its nothing to do with the referees. Its a petition to get Aiden Miles re hired.
Steve Upshaw : Really? A petition?
Sasha Brown : Yes, you sound surprised.
Steve Upshaw : Look, I know he's your boyfriend, I know you wanna look out for his best interests. However....
Sasha Brown : I know what you think, you think no-ones gonna sign it don't you?
Steve Upshaw : Well, I know ONE person that will sign it. You. As for that? He's made a lot of enemies over the years. Wrestlers, fans, staff, referees. He's not exactly Mr Popular. Despite how much he claims he's changed. He's talented, very talented and I wish him all the best in whatever he does, but do you really think people want him back here?
Sasha Brown : Well smartass, thats what the petitions for.
Steve Upshaw : Well good luck with that. You're gonna need it.
Sasha Brown : I take it you won't be signing?
Steve Upshaw : Not even if you paid me.....
Sasha Brown : Thanks a bunch. Good to see loyalty with us stripes, huh?
Steve Upshaw : Look, I'm up next for this match....gotta run. If you got more than five signatures by the time I get back, I'll give you a thousand dollars!
Sasha Brown : Get your check book out, Steve...you're gonna need THAT!
Steve Upshaw leaves the room, as Sasha Brown looks down at the clipboard in hand, puffing her cheeks.
REGULAR RULES
Pierce Cavanaugh vs. Mystic J
Written by: Dan / Jay
Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
"The Kinslayer" by Nightwish plays over the PA system. After a few moments, Mystic J. and Vance Fischer step out from behind the curtain to a massive ovation from the crowd. Mystic and Vance walk down the ring, where Mystic climbs up the steps and over the top rope into the ring. Inside the ring, Mystic raises a balled fist to a monstrous pyro, as he gets ready for action.
Ferdinand: Introducing first. From Mystic, Connecticut. Weighing 302 pounds, "The No Pain Train" Mystic J.!
Carl: What an intriguing match up we have on tap for you here. Mystic J, the recently returned monster super heavyweight squares off with Pierce Cavanaugh, who's acclamated quite a list of people he's defeated since joining PWA.
Ray: And if he has his way here tonight, Carl, he'll add Mystic's name to that list.
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. Jackboot steps from behind the curtain, but remains in the dark. Meanwhile, 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, as well as Jackboot, 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 staring down the much larger Mystic J from across the ring.
Carl: Holy cow!
Ray: I know what you are thinking, Carl. Doesn’t Jackboot bear a striking resemblance to Mystic J?
Carl: He sure does. Wow.
Pierce begins to circle the ring as the referee calls for the bell. Mystic J looks eager to lock up, but the much smaller Pierce is rightfully reluctant to do any kind of test of strength with the No Pain Train. Finally, Mystic J takes a lunge at Pierce, who narrowly ducks in and hits a buzz saw kick too the back of Mystic J’s knees. He buckles slightly before turning around and grabbing Pierce by the head and simply tossing him across the ring. Pierce lands hard and gets back to one knee as he looks up at Mystic J.
Ray: By the look on his face, I’d say that Pierce hasn’t been thrown around like that before.
Pierce nods at Mystic J as they again begin to circle. Pierce finally gains some guts and reaches forward to tangle with J, but is quickly set back with a monstrous knee to the stomach. Pierce doubles over and before he can recover is sent into the corner turnbuckle with a mere toss. He then rams his shoulder into Pierce’s face numerous times before finally letting Pierce’s body settle to the ground.
Carl: More brutality from J. It doesn’t seem like Pierce is able to overcome the huge size advantage early on.
Mystic J rips Pierce to a vertical base once again. He pulls him to the center of the ring where he launches him into the ropes with a real hard Irish Whip.
Pierce quickly comes back and ducks a hellacious clothesline. He bounces off of the opposite ropes and hits a dropkick to the back of Mystic J’s knees. J falls down to his knees and Pierce jumps launching himself into a hurricarana. Mystic J goes hard to the mat and Pierce tries to lock in a triangle choke, but Mystic J prevents it by slipping away. Pierce then wastes no time running and hitting an enziguri to the only half standing Mystic J.
Ray: A missed opportunity at a Invalidation by Pierce, but he goes right back to work with an enziguri.
Pierce hooks a leg and goes for the pin attempt. The referee makes the count.
...1
...2
...A hard kick out by Mystic J sends Pierce flying off of him hard.
Carl: That's not enough to put him out of commission.
Pierce looks to make an argument with the official, but realizes the task at hand and goes back to work. He kicks the back of the No Pain Train's legs as he begins to stand and then backs up and slams his head into the mat with a bulldog. He rolls him back over and goes for the pin.
...1
...A quick kick out again sends Pierce flying off of Mystic J.
Ray: He's putting together a couple moves, but it doesn't look like it'll ever be enough.
The Adrenaline Rush again heads over to Mystic J, who is back to his feet. He grabs a hold of his head and drops for a sit-out jaw breaker, but Mystic J easily prevents the hold and allows Pierce to fall on his ass. However, he soon helps him up with both of his over-sized hands around his neck. He lifts him up over his head and slams him down with a choke bomb. He rolls Pierce's legs up and attempts a pin of his own.
...1
...2
...Pierce just kicks out as his shoulder makes it off the mat.
Carl: It's amazing the strength of J.
Mystic J rises, with Pierce himself getting back to his feet shortly after. J allows him to do so, but sends him right back to the canvas with a stiff right hand. Pierce rolls over and begins to use the ropes to help himself to his feet when Mystic J takes off running at him. However, with his weak knees slowing him, Pierce sees it coming in time to lower the bridge, sending the large man tumbling to the outside. Pierce gets right back up and grabs a hold of the ropes. He then launches himself out of the ring with a cross body. But the already risen Mystic J catches him in mid air. He walks over to the ring post and slams his back hard into it. He then throws him into the ring, the hard way.
Carl: Another Pierce onslaught, another Mystic J display of strength.
Ray: Yeah and Pierce really needs to break that tradition.
Mystic J climbs in the ring and pulls up his downed opponent. After giving him a couple of rights to remind him of where he is, he lifts him up in the air rock bottom fashion. He holds it, just a second longer than standard and then goes to slam him down. But Pierce hangs on for dear life as he grabs his head and implants a DDT, spiking Mystic J's head into the mat. The both fall hard to the mat and the referee starts the standing ten count.
(1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8).
Carl: We might see a double count out here.
Still no real signs of moving (9...). Then, almost as if it were scripted, Pierce kips up, while Mystic does a backwards somersault and gets to his feet, staring down the now-vertical Pierce. The crowd goes into a frenzy when this happens.
Carl: My God! Did you see that?! Mystic and Pierce, to their feet at the same time, as if right on cue!
Ray: I can't believe what I just saw. Did that fat ass just do a backwards somersault and get to his feet?
Carl: That he did.
Ray: And he's still alive?!
Pierce charges at Mystic, but eats a monsterous big boot and crumples to the mat like a rag doll. Mystic signals that the end is here for Pierce Cavanaugh, as he bends down to pick him up.
Franks: Mystic signals that the match is over, Ray! He could be hitting his brand-new finisher, the Revolution Buster 454!
Quadros: Oh no! Get up, Pierce! Where's Jackboot? Oh no!
Just as Mystic is about to hit the big impact move, he notices someone walking down from the backstage area, which takes his attention away from Pierce. It turns out to be Wren Chesney, which really surprises Mystic.
Wren: Stop this match! I want this match stopped! Right now!
Franks: What the hell is she doing out here?
Quadros: I don't know, Carl. Why this match?
Wren walks down to the ring and climbs inside. By this time, Pierce has recovered and is on his feet, groggily staring at his "girlfriend" coming into the ring. Mystic stares at him, but isn't concerned, as he's too busy trying to figure the reason why Wren is in the ring.
Wren: Listen, Mystic, I know you want to destroy Pierce, but another time. I actually am out here for business reasons.
Mystic looks at Wren with a raised eyebrow, more confused than anything. He reaches over to grab the mic that Freddy Ferdinand passes to him.
Mystic: What business reasons are more important than me turning Pierce Cavanaugh into a walking compost heap?
Wren smiles at Mystic as she inches forward a little bit.
Wren: It's simple. Mystic, I was thinking long and hard all night about this. You know how much I loathe Cornerstone and everything about them, so I thought to myself 'Wren, how would you battle the Cornerstone with these ragged bunch?' I knew that I couldn't... and then, you gave me a call. And instantly, my problem found its solution.
Mystic looks at the crowd, who begins to cheer. They know.
Mystic: Wait. Let me get this straight, Wren. You want me to be your sacrificial lamb in fighting the Cornerstone?
Wren: Not at all, Mystic. In fact, I want you to help me lead the offensive against them. I mean, I'm going to need some heavy artillery if I'm going to beat them and, let's face it, who better than you, big Mysti?
Mystic, again, looks to the crowd. The crowd starts a massive "Mystic!" chant.
Mystic: Well. Thank you for the compliment, first off. Second, don't you ever call me 'Mysti' again, or I will pimpsmack you back to whatever whore house you came out of. You talk about how you want Mystic to lead the offensive against Cornerstone. You want Mystic to be the the roadblock in their path to everlasting glory. You, above all else, want Mystic J. to be on the same side as you. You want to know what I think about that?
Wren smiles eagerly.
Wren: Yes. What is your answer?
Mystic: The Mystic One says that you, Wren Chesty, had better... not be fucking with me or I'll turn pound you into raw hamburger, and I'm not lying.
Wren, wide-eyed, stares at Mystic.
Wren: Y-you... you will?! I mean, good. Let us head to the back and discuss plans for --
Pierce grabs the mic from Mystic and holds it to his mouth.
Pierce: Hey! Don't forget about me, babe! The three of us. We can do this together!
Mystic snatches the mic back from Pierce.
Mystic: Don't you ever take the mic away from The Mystic One. I should smack you for that, but I won't. Now, run along and play tag with the other kids while the grown-ups talk about big people stuff, okay?
Pierce stands there, defiant, and a little angry. He takes a third microphone from Freddy.
Pierce: How dare you talk to me like I'm a child! Tell him, Wren. Tell him how much of a man I am!
Wren, confused, looks at Pierce, then Mystic.
Wren: I have no idea what the hell he's talking about. But, we could use some extra help, don't you think?
Mystic looks at Pierce, then Wren.
Mystic: Fine. Let's go.
With this, Pierce, Wren and Mystic exit the ring and walk to the back. Scene switches to Carl Franks and Ray Quadros.
Franks: Ray, the war against Terminus and the others has just gotten more interesting. In only his first night back in the PWA, Mystic J. is contracted by
Wren Chesney to lead the attack on the Cornerstone!
Quadros: What does she think Mystic will do? Bleed all over them?
Franks: Certainly not. The man has admirable credentials and, interestingly enough, could be the cogpiece to throw their plans to the wayside.
Quadros: Cogpiece? Where the hell did you learn that gibberish? And did you just say Mystic had admirable dentures?!
Franks: Nevermind. Folks, more action is on the way.
LADDER MATCH
Zex vs. Jason Sandman
Written by: Josh
"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.
Quardos: Zex looks to bounce back here tonight against Sandman and show the world that this is the Zex of old!
Franks: He’s always been talented, but his motivation at times has been lacking…When this man is on he’s on, and Sandman seems to bring out the best in a lot of people, even his other ego!
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 pyro shoots off. Jason Sandman runs down to the ring, throwing the cane and chair over before sliding under the ropes.
Quadros: You know I almost wish the sick twisted, angel were the one fighting tonight.
Franks: I’m sure you do Ray!
The bell rings and the match is underway as Sandman tries to fool the smaller Zex into locking up with him, but Zex knows better and uses his speed to get around the backside of Sandman and connect with a couple of quick leg kicks to the knee area of Sandman, trying to break the big man down here in the early going. Sandman down to a knee here after the tremendous leg strikes from Zex, as Zex bounces off the ropes and connects with a sliding drop kick into the head and chest region of Sandman Zex quickly gets to his feet, before helping Sandman to his only to receive an elbow to the midsection. Sandman trying to change the momentum and slow things down more to his style now as he whips Zex into the turnbuckle. Sandman getting a head of steam here as he pumbles into Zex with a vicious flying body splash that sends Zex down to his rear and leaves Sandman in a controlling position as Sandman applies a foot to the neck area of Zex, before the ref forces him to break the hold. Sandman picking Zex up now as he tosses him to the outside of the ring and follows him. Sandman heading over towards the ladder leaving Zex time to regroup as he tosses the ladder back into the ring.
Franks: A very solid back and forth match between these to so far, but Sandman has no added another element to this match as he’s brought the ladder into the ring.
Quadros: Looks like he made the mistake of allowing Zex to re-group as well!
Just as Sandman tosses the ladder into the ring, Zex comes from behind him and connects with a shoulder hop into a ddt on the outside! Sandman looks to be shaken up from the move as Zex slides into the ring and begins to set the ladder up. He’s got the ladder up as Sandman is starting to come to a bit and pulls himself into the ring as Zex begins to climb. Zex is able to make it up a few rungs before Sandman uses a short burst of energy to knock the ladder down and send Zex bouncing face first off the mat. Both men are down here as Sandman tries to pull himself to his feet…Both men to their feet now as punches start flying, SANDMAN WITH A VICIOUS RIGHT HAND!!! ZEX WITH HIS OWN!!! Zex with the duck under, Sandman turns around and meets the foot of Zex via PELE KICK!! Sandman is down once again as Zex looks to set up the, nope…Never mind that…Zex sets the ladder up in the turnbuckle before picking Sandman up, Zex looking to whip Sandman into the ladder, but NO!!! NO!!! SANDMAN WITH THE REVERSAL!!!
*HUGE POP FOR BOTH FIGHTERS!!*
Franks: Wow! What a match Ray!
Quadros: Violence…I LOVE IT AS MUCH AS PUSSY!
Back inside the ring Sandman is wasting no time in trying to mount an offense again the high flying and ever dangerous Zex. Sandman lifting him up here and connects with a spinebuster. Sandman heading back to the ladder now as he looks to try and finish this match off by reaching the mystery briefcase at the top. Sandman sets the ladder up, but he’s not paying attention to Zex as Zex climbs the ropes…A bellow is heard from Zex as Sandman turns around…BI-ZEXUAL!!!!!Sandman falls to his back as Zex bounces right back up and begins to make his way up the ladder….HE’s half way up as Sandman gets to his feet, Sandman charging for the ladder, but Zex leaps just in the nick of time to grab a hold of the briefcase….AND SEAL THE DEAL WITH THE VICTORY!!!
Franks: Sandman didn’t look like had his mind fully in this match as Zex was able to grab the win here tonight!
Quadros: Great match though Carl really…Exciting, but short lived here tonight…I look forward to the next meeting between the two of these men…
Franks: I think we all do Ray…Zex showed a new found heart for this sport, and Sandman looks to bounce back to his old ways still.
AS THE WORLD TURNS
Written by: Nathan
Zex rolls out of the ring after his victory over Jason Sandman. Meanwhile, Jason Sandman is trying to get to his feet. JJ Biggs comes running out from the back and he passes Zex on the entrance ramp.
Franks: Well, it sure looks like JJ listened to his manager.
Quadros: He’s pissed off, Carl!
JJ slides into the ring. Sandman sees him at the last moment, but it’s too late as JJ nearly takes his head off with a Clothesline. JJ takes his shirt off and he wraps it around Sandman’s neck and he starts choking him with it.
A few referees run out from the back. JJ sees them and he releases his grip on the shirt and he runs over to the ropes. The referee cower away and JJ quickly goes back to Jason Sandman. Now, security runs out from the back. JJ lifts Sandman to his feet, kicks him in the mid-section, and then he drops him with a Biggs Implant! Security slides into the ring and they pull JJ away from Sandman.
Franks: Thankfully security is here to stop Biggs before he inflicts more damage.
ROYALTY FROM THE EWU
Written by: Neil
Wren Chesney and Victor Cornelius Roberts are in their office talking about what they’re going to do about Cornerstone Wrestling before Playtime’s Over when they are disturbed by a pounding on their door. Ms. Chesney’s face goes pale as her heart sinks while Mr. Roberts looks for some direction.
Wren: No! It’s the police again, Victor! I will not go back to that jail cell! I just can’t!
VCR: Are you sure it’s them? Who is it?
BANG! BANG! BANG goes the door before it swings open with some force. In steps the hulking dark figure known as Boz Wells. The second in command at Hammerfist Security shoves a well dress man into the office, making him fall to the floor.
VCR: Hello, friend.
Boz: Evenin’, friend.
The man detained by Boz Wells gets up off the floor and dusts himself off. He’s an older man with uncombed brown hair with a neat mustache. His brown plaid sports jacket is all ruffled after being tossed around by Boz Wells for a few minutes.
Boz: I found dis white man snoopin’ ‘round da facilities. He axed to see you Miz Chesney.
Man: Good lord! This is how you treat visitors? Bloody hell, wait ‘til the Union hears about this!
Wren: Who the Hell are you?
Man: The name is Robert Royal Sr. my dear. And who…what the bloody hell is on your head?
Wren: How dare you come in here and insult me you British snob! Let me guess, Van Dyke sent you in here?
Mr. Royal: Eh? Don’t know who that is madam but let me guess, you’re Wren Chesney? I was warned about you.
Wren: Who the Hell are you and what are you doing at MY event?
He reaches into his pocket carefully as Boz Wells sneers down at him, almost begging the chap to make a false move. Instead, this Robert Royal Sr. pulls out a business card and hands it to Ms. Chesney.
Mr. Royal: I am with the European Wrestling Union, madam. I was sent here as a representative of the Union after we learned of your interest in the Premiere Wrestling Alliance traveling in our territory soon.
Wren: Oh yes! Of course, Mr. Royal. You’ll have to excuse Mr. Wells. He’s a bit jumpy with the whole Obama inauguration thing coming up. You know, it’s cool to be black these days. He’s just strutting his stuff.
Boz: ‘Ey! I didn’t vote fur no Hussein! He threw ‘is grandmamma under da bus.
Wren: What can I do for you, Mr. Royal? We would love to travel to Europe next month following our Playtime’s Over pay-per-view. After all, our tour in Asia fell through after a certain Vietnamese wrestler on our roster decided to disgrace his people. Did you know he rejected my gift of dog meat as a peace offering? You wouldn’t believe the trouble I had to go through to slaughter a great dame for him!
VCR: Um, Wren…Kaito is Japanese.
Wren: Whatever.
Mr. Royal: I see. As I was saying, our Union is very interested in the PWA traveling throughout Europe but we have to make sure your promotion is the right fit for our territory.
Wren: Right fit? I assure you, Mr. Royal, the PWA is the best wrestling company in the world and our European fans would love to see me bring them their favorite Neanderthals.
Mr. Royal: Why yes, of course. I would need some information though. About the PWA’s finances, who the tops stars are, etc., etc.
Wren: The top stars are JJ Biggs, Pierce Cavanaugh, TC Jagger, and Mystic J as of tonight. We have an up and coming female named Freya Kane-Ragnal who will embarrass a man tonight. I hope you can stick around to see that!
Mr. Royal: I most certainly will, Ms. Chesney. I’m going to stick around for a couple weeks actually before I report my findings back to the European Wrestling Union. I do hope you cooperate with this process.
Wren: Whatever you need, ask my husband. He’ll get you everything isn’t that right, Victor?
VCR: Yes, ma’am!
Mr. Royal: Excellent.
THE OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT
Written by: John
CARL: Well ladies and gentlemen, this past Thursday, the Associated Press and PWA.com learned that Samantha Teague-Gaither, wife of PWA superstar Jack "The Golden Eagle" Gaither, will be making a run at the position of General Manager.
RAY: Oh man...
CARL: Earlier today, the Gaithers were inside the General Motors Place Media Center for a morning news conference; a slew of reporters from all over the world converged in the Media Center to hear the official announcement of Samantha's run for G.M.
*The live feed cuts to taped footage of Sunday morning news conference; reporters from all over gather to hear Jack and Samantha Gaither's announcement and ask questions.*
JACK: Thank you ladies and gentlemen. Since Samantha and I have entered the PWA, we've always wanted to give the company a sense of class and dignity that it deserves. Unfortunately, several members of our organization's Board of Directors have become corrupt and unfit to run a first-class organization such as the Premiere Wrestling Alliance. With that said, I am very proud to announce that my wife, Samantha Teague-Gaither, will run for the position of General Manager within the Premiere Wrestling Alliance. Sam, it's all yours.
SAMANTHA: Thank you Jack. I'm not very good at giving motivational speeches, but I would just like to say that it is an honor for me to be able to run for such a coveted position within this first-class organization. Since my husband and I signed with the company, the old guard has become decayed and corrupted by the forces of evil; as the PWA's new General Manager, I promise that I will do whatever I can to rid the company of these evil forces and to help make the PWA into the biggest wrestling organization in the world today. At this time, the floor is open for questions.
*Flashbulbs go off as a familiar-looking anchorwoman stands up.*
DEBORAH NORVILLE: Mrs. Gaither, I'm Deborah Norville from "Inside Edition." Will your husband help out with the GM duties, or will you handle them yourself?
SAMANTHA: I think my husband would want to answer this one.
JACK: I promised Sam that I would help her run the GM office if she needs it.
*Another reporter stands up.*
NORMAN ASNER: I'm Norman Asner from "The Wrestling Insider," and this is for Mr. Gaither. How did you react initially when your wife told you that she was running for the GM position in PWA?
JACK: Oh...I was all for it. Our company needs someone with compassion, grace, and class to run for such an important post; Samantha's got Bachelor of Sciences degrees in both Business Administration and Marketing, as well as a minor in Finance from the University of North Carolina in Durham. She has also received a ton of honors during her collegiate career both on the volleyball court and off; my friend John Harkes said it best: she's got what it takes!
*The press conference continues, but the feed cuts back to the announcer's position as we are back live at Violation 52.*
RAY: Whoa...
CARL: Ray, you're speechless, but how about Samantha Gaither! She looks like she is ready for the job, and I can't wait to see her rid this company of evil for good! Fans, you can watch the video of the Gaither news conference in its entirety by logging onto PWA.com and clicking on "Videos" at the top of the page.
TAKING MATTERS INTO MY OWN HANDS
Written by: TC
We go backstage to Wren Chesney's office. She sits behind her desk, shuffling some papers around when a knock at the door is heard.
KNOCK KNOCK
Wren: Come in!
The door opens and in steps TC Jagger, dressed already for his match later in the night with Jostrodomus.
Wren: Ah, Jagger. Just the man I wanted to see. Please, sit down.
Jagger takes a seat without saying a word.
Wren: As you may or may not know, Jostrodomus and myself have never really seen eye to eye.
Jagger: What does that have to do with me?
Wren: Well you see, Jostrodomus doesn't exactly have a current and up-to-date contract with PWA. So your match tonight is not officially sactioned.
A look of confusion comes over Jagger's face.
Jagger: So my match is off?
Wren: Well, not exactly. You see, I hope to make an exapmle out of Micheal tonight. He has embarassed me for the last time. So I am here to offer you some assistance in your match tonight.
Jagger: What kind of assistan-
What are you doing? You need no assistance tonight. In order to suceed, you must defeat Jostrodomus on your own, no outside interference.
The voice rings in Jagger's head, cutting him off mid-sentance. He stands up from his chair and stares at Wren.
Jagger: I'm sorry Ms. Chesney, but I plan on taking all matters into my own hands.
With that, Jagger turns and walks out o the office, leaving Wren Chesney with a confused look on her face.
REGULAR RULES
TC Jagger vs. Jostrodomus
Written by: John (Gaither)
CARL: Well, this should be quite an interesting matchup featuring two veterans in this industry: TC Jagger going up against Jostrodomus!
RAY: "Interesting" is an understatement Carl. This should be a "thrilling" match for sure.
CARL: It could very well be Ray.
*"(K)now F(Orever) by Mudvayne begins to play.*
CARL: Well the music is underway, and that means we're all set to go here. Ready Freddy? Here we go!
FREDDY: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, residing Westfield, MA; he is "The Original God"...T...C...JAGGER!
*As the music hits, the lights flash 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 his 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.*
RAY: TC is a stand-up kind of guy Carl; wouldn't you agree?
CARL: Well, I don't know about that, but it seems that MethodCobra's gotten under his skin somewhat. That was evidenced last week during the Lumberjack Match between MethodCobra and Jack Gaither. Meanwhile, let's get back to Freddy!
FREDDY: Ladies and gentlemen, his opponent: he hails from Los Angeles, CA, "The Number One Stunner"...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.*
(DING!)
CARL: Andy Sheppard has been assigned to this contest, and the bell has sounded--let's go to work!
*Joz and Jagger lock up in the center of the ring as neither man seems to want to get an advantage. Then Jagger drows first blood with an snapmare takedown into an armbar, Quickly though, Joz gets back to a vertical base and turns a Jagger arm-wrench into scoop slam; he then follows it up with an elbow to Jagger's sternum and a textbook armbar.*
RAY: Joz is showing off some groundwork early on, but Jagger's got this thing well in hand.
*Jagger counters Joz's armbar by getting him back up to a vertical base before setting him up for the ride. Joz bounces off the ropes, where Jagger telegraphs a back body-drop and pays for it when Joz kicks him in the gut, then follows it up with a textbook vertical suplex. Jagger writhes in pain on the canvas as Joz delivers a couple of stomps on Jagger's chest to soften him up even further before dropping a leg on him and going for the cover.*
[ONE..TWO...NOPE!]
*Joz doesn't complain to the referee; instead, he goes up to the top rope and gets ready to fly. Unfortunately, Jagger gets back up rather quickly and catches Joz mid-air before applying a wicked 360-degree slam, sending Joz head-first into the canvas. Jagger quickly picks up Joz by the hair before sending him for the ride once again. This time, Jagger is able to back body-drop Joz, sending him crashing with a thud to the mat once again; Joz is feeling the pain this time as Jagger gets down and applies an armbar of his own.*
CARL: Jagger putting on some pressure as we speak.
*Joz delivers some elbow shots to Jagger's cranium, causing him to break the hold. Jagger is pissed, but Joz won't have any of it as he sets Jagger up for the ride. Jagger bounces off the ropes--and right into a well-executed clothesline that almost decapitates The Original God!*
RAY: Ow.
*Joz mounts Jagger and begins to punch the crap out of his opponent's kisser. As Joz begins using closed fists, referee Andy Sheppard pulls Joz off of a shocked Jagger and warns about using closed fists. Joz doesn't give a shit anyway and runs toward Jagger with all the momentum in the world; this time, Jagger sees what's coming and chucks Joz out of the ring and onto the floor!*
CARL: And we are in no man's land now; Joz and Jagger are outside the ring, and we could have our first bit of trouble here.
ANDY: ONE...
*Sheppard begins his ten count as Jagger and Joz start trading punches near the announcer's position.*
ANDY: TWO...THREE...
*Joz and Jagger continue to beat the shit out of each other in front of the announcers sitting ringside; Joz sends Jagger crashing head-first into the steel ringpost. We now see blood trickling from the face of Jagger as he comes back at Joz with a kick to the gut, followed by a scoop slam on the floor.*
ANDY: FOUR...FIVE...
RAY: Jagger's busted open; this can't be good for him!
*Jagger sets Joz up on the announcer's table; Carl and Ray get the hell out of the way as Jagger delivers some elbow shots to Joz's chest. Jagger makes his way back into the ring to break up the ten-count and climbs up to the top turnbuckle as the crowd comes to life.*
CARL: Oh my--OH HELL NO!
RAY: Jagger's gonna fly baby!
*Jagger flies off the turnbuckle...BUT JOZ COUNTERS IT AND PLANTS JOZ THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE WITH A 180-DEGREE SIT-OUT POWERBOMB!!*
FANS: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
CARL: JAGGER IS BROKEN IN HALF!
*Joz slowly picks Jagger up from the carnage and sends him back into the ring. For good measure, Joz drops an elbow before hooking the leg.*
[ONE...TWO...THR--AWWW HELL NO--JAGGER KICKS OUT!?!]
RAY: JAGGER SOMEHOW GOT OUT OF THAT ONE!?
*As if he got a 2nd wind, Jagger begins to rally, smacking Joz around with a series of punches before sending him into a turnbuckle. Jagger runs at Joz and clotheslines him against the turnbuckle; then Jagger quickly hops up to the top and connects with a wicked top-rope neckbreaker before going for the pin.*
[ONE...TWO...2.92075078025850707543250!!!!!!]
CARL: Joz kicks out!
*Jagger stand up pissed. He gives referee Andy Sheppard an earful about his alleged counting when Joz sneaks up from behind, spins Jagger around, and attempts a Clothesline from Hell. Unfortunately, Jagger ducks, leaving Andy Sheppard to feel the entire impact of Joz's wicked clothesline; Sheppard goes flying over the top rope and lands on the floor head-first.*
RAY: WHOOPS!
CARL: I don't think we're ever gonna have another ref in here!
*Joz goes outside the ring and looks underneath ring for something. He pulls out a table and sets it up ringside.*
RAY: Oh man! Joz just pulled out some heavy artillery, for sure!
*Jagger sees this and immediately proceeds outside of the ring. Joz and Jagger start beating the hell out of each other for several minutes. Jagger takes a steel chair from the timekeeper and takes a healthy swing at Joz!*
(THWACK!)
*The resulting chairshot leaves Joz dazed--and busts him open in the process! The ref is still knocked out cold on the arena floor and powerless to do anything!*
CARL: MY GOD--JAGGER JUST ABOUT DAMN-NEAR KILLED JOZ!
*Jagger takes a battered and bloodied Joz and sends him back into the ring. Jagger picks a supposedly beaten Joz and plants him with THE JAGGINATOR before covering!*
RAY: DAMN THAT REFEREE!
*Suddenly "Honest Abe" Sanders, wearing a PWA Referee's shirt, rushes from the back to make the three-count!*
CARL: WAIT A MINUTE--THAT'S HONEST ABE SANDERS!? DID HE GET A SECOND TRYOUT FROM THE BOARD?
RAY: I think Wren Chesney gave him another chance!
[ONE...TWO...THR...NO WAY--ARE YOU SERIOUS!?!]
CARL: JOZ KICKED OUT! JOZ KICKED OUT!
RAY: "HONEST ABE" IS NOT HONEST!
*Jagger is irate. He looks at the former AWG Senior Official with disgust, then plants him with a JAGGINATOR of his own! The fans, angered by Jagger's actions, now begin to pelt Jagger with garbage. Meanwhile, Joz rolls out of the ring and looks underneath. He finds what he's looking for--A CAN OF KEROSENE AND A LIGHTER! He douses the table at ringside with the kerosene, then takes the lighter AND SETS THE TABLE ON FIRE!!*
CARL: OH NO! SOMEBODY STOP THIS DAMN MATCH!
*Joz gets back into the ring, grabs a taunting Jagger, and sends him over the top rope and near the burning table. Jagger remains on the apron as Joz prepares to make a run for him, but "Honest Abe" stops him in his tracks!*
RAY: What's that referee doing!? What a moron!
*Jagger is still catching his breath on the apron as "Honest Abe" begins to...TAKE OFF HIS MASK!?*
CARL: Wait a minute here--that's not "Honest Abe" Sanders!
*Indeed, the false "Honest Abe" takes off the mask...TO REVEAL METHODCOBRA!?*
RAY: WHAT?! METHODCOBRA IS HERE!?!
CARL: Remember, Jagger and MethodCobra went to blows last week!
*MethodCobra and Joz develop shit-eating grins on their faces as they run towards Jagger--AND DOUBLE-SPEAR HIM THROUGH THE BURNING TABLE!!!!*
FANS: OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CARL: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY!!
FANS: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
*MethodCobra leaves the ringside area with the largest shit-eating smile in the world today; Joz pickes up a beaten Jagger and attempts THE #1 STUNNER! However, by sheer will, Jagger counters with an attempted small package, but somehow Joz rolls Jagger up as a groggy Andy Sheppard somehow gets back in and makes the count!*
[ONE...............TWO...............THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!]
(DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING!!!!!!!)
RAY: THANK GOD THIS IS OVER, BUT DAMN YOU METHODCOBRA!
CARL: JOZ WINS! JOZ WINS! JOZ WINS!
FREDDY: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner: JOSTRODOMUS!!!!!!
RAY: I can't believe that MethodCobra would have the balls and impersonate a legendary referee like "Honest Abe" Sanders in order to cost Jagger the match! DAMMIT!
CARL: Oh I have a feeling that the match-up between Jagger and MethodCobra at "Playtime's Over" is NOT going to be a pleasent experience for the weak at heart!
BATTLE LINES DRAWN
Written by: Dan & Jay
Scene switches to the back where Wren Chesney, Mystic J. and Pierce Cavanaugh are sitting at a round table. Pierce is seated awfully close to Wren, with Mystic on the other side, hands folded on the table. In front of Wren (and Pierce) are many papers, pamphlets and other documents of notoriety.
Wren: So I think we should start with this and work our way forward.
Wren passes Mystic a stack of papers, which is stares at briefly.
Mystic: Wren, is there such need for all this documentation? Shouldn't you just be telling me to head in their locker room now and just keep swinging until I go unconscious?
Wren shakes her head.
Wren: If we're going to succeed, we have to do this right. We have to catch them when they least expect it.
Mystic leafs through a few of the papers, not really interested in them.
Mystic: Oh yeah, like I'm sure Terminus and Sandman are going to be leaning back, smoking a pipe and reading Reader's Digest and talking about the state of affairs in the world. Wren, they're not going to be relaxing. They're going to continue the assault on the PWA and if we don't do something, and do something drastic, we're gonna be just another victim. Is that what you want?
Wren stares at Mystic, shaking her head.
Wren: No, but going in there like a raging bull will solve nothing, either. Bide your time, Walker. Let them make the first move. This is like a well-played game of chess.
Mystic narrows his eyes at Wren, not happy in the least.
Mystic: I am nobody's pawn, Wren.
Wren smirks a little bit.
Wren: I never asked you to be my pawn. You're very much the headpiece of this, but we need to do this the safe and secure way. Trust me, please.
Mystic sighs a little, nodding.
Mystic: Fine. What do you think would be the optimal thing to do at this point?
Wren and Mystic both stare at the papers before them, coming up with nothing. Pierce smacks the table and stands up.
Pierce: You and me should challenge them to a match!
Mystic looks at Pierce as if he's going to beat the living crap out of him right here and now.
Mystic: You and me? Together? As a tag team? I have teamed with all-time greats in my career, kid. I've teamed with Kevin Justice and won multiple Tag Team championships. I've teamed with Dan Manheim and caused mayhem the world over. I've teamed with countless other talented superstars in my day, and now you're asking me to team with you? I'd be better off teaming with Freddy Ferdinand.
Wren interjects.
Wren: That's enough, you two! Actually, Mystic, I think that might be a good idea. And even if they don't accept our challenge, the bonds of you two as a team would only serve to strengthen our cause. Good thinking, Pierce.
Pierce smiles proudly.
Pierce: Thank you, sweetie.
Mystic stands up, making his way towards the door.
Mystic: I've got alot of thinking to do, but I will ponder over your ideas. I'll give you a call tomorrow and maybe we can talk things over some more.
Wren: Very well.
Pierce gets up and walks over to Mystic.
Pierce: Hey, Mystic. I have a question for you.
Mystic looks down at Pierce.
Mystic: Make it quick, kid.
Pierce: I think us as a tag team will be a surefire formula for success. I mean, I'm the best at the high-flying aerial stuff and you can just beat the other guys down into a bloody pulp. We're the ultimate compliment to each other.
Mystic develops his lopsided grin.
Mystic: Yeah, sure. We'll call ourselves High 'n Low, too, I suppose?
Mystic chuckles a little as he walks out the door. Pierce smiles as he turns back to Wren.
Pierce: High 'n Low. I like the name of that! Wren, sweetheart, write it down. Mystic J. and Pierce Cavanaugh will be known as High 'n Low!
Scene fades out on Pierce's beaming smile. Scene switches to commentary.
Franks: It appears the battle lines have been drawn, Ray, and Mystic doesn't seem too happy about teaming with Pierce Cavanaugh.
Quadros: I do like the idea of Mystic wanting to pound Cornerstone, but I don't know. I think Wren's made a big mistake in having Mystic lead the attack.
Franks: Why? You have someone else in mind?
Quadros: Tons. I think I could do better.
Franks: Sure. You'd just cry and shit yourself, Ray... that'll do ALOT.
Quadros: I WOULD NOT!
MY MARK IN HISTORY
Written by: Craig
The female locker room in the arena. Its nearly barren of any sort of persons or belongings except for Freya Kane Ragnal sitting on a bench right now, head buried underneath a towel. The lights are fairly well dimmed while Freya's voice is gently heard, singing along to something. Music is also faintly heard from under the towel. She stays this way until Joe Ragnal enters the locker room, smile on his face, ready for his wife's huge night. His mouth opens but he hears the voice of Freya along with the music, thinking it'd be better not to say anything. Instead he just sits next to her, facing the opposite direction. Freya feels his warm body next to her although she doesn't move an inch.
Freya Kane Ragnal: Getting closer?
Joe nods his head despite Freya not being able to see it.
Joe Ragnal: Yeah. Gettin' pretty close to go out there.
Freya lifts her head up, pulling the towel down. Following that, she takes the earbuds out and shuts off her iPod. It gets set into the locker, Freya turning around to look at the side of Joe's face. He turns himself now, both of them glaring into each other's eyes. Joe can tell Freya is very nervous but more or less even more scared of what might happen.
Joe Ragnal: Baby...
There is a hint of sorrow in Joe's voice, fearing the worst himself from tonight.
Freya Kane Ragnal: Yeah?
Joe Ragnal: You still have time to come up with an excuse. We both know what's going to happen tonight.
Freya shakes her head. Even though she's scared out of her mind, there is something inside her that wants to see what happens.
Freya Kane Ragnal: I'm not going to chicken out of this. I accepted a challenge, pure and simple. I know I'm going to lose this one, there isn't a way around it.
Joe Ragnal: Then why go through with this?
She looks down at the bench as Joe extends his hand, brining Freya's face back up. He wants to see the truth.
Freya Kane Ragnal: I just want to make my mark in history. I'm the first woman in the history of the Premiere Wrestling Alliance to be put into a position like this. Just by stepping out into that ring and facing Terminus, I've gotten myself in the pages of history. Freya Kane Ragnal, first woman to ever get a World Title shot in PWA. Its something I can't explain Joey.
He sighs, not really liking her reasoning for going through with this match in a few moments.
Joe Ragnal: There are other ways to get your name down in history. Why didn't you just challenge Brad for the Light Heavyweight Title? You know he would've taken it easy on you! But with this Terminus guy, I don't know what he's planning on doing to you. I just don't...
Joe stops talking for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts while Freya cuts him off.
Freya Kane Ragnal: I know you don't want me to get hurt. But if I challenged Brad for something, people would've been talking that he would've let me possibly won. I want earn what I get in this business, not just ride my brothers names.
Joe Ragnal: I understand that. Just know that no matter what might happen tonight, I'm always proud of you.
Freya tries to smile but it just doesn't want to form right now. She hugs her husband, trying not to cry before they both stand. Joe steps back to look at Freya all dressed in her ring gear.
Joe Ragnal: Yanno, even in your ring gear, you're still the most beautiful woman in the world.
Now the smile forms, Freya trying not to blush at the same time. A kiss is shared between them now as Freya grabs Joe's hand and they head out of the locker room, ready for tonight.
LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT TRIPLE THREAT
Jake Keeton vs. Jack Gaither vs. Alex Legend's representative
Written by: Neil
The opening phrase "God works in mysterious ways.." from "One Vision" is played, but the lights go out, and the intro to "Cosmos Rockin'" starts up. Various images of Jack Gaither's matches flash by on the big screen; at the height of the intro, the words "THE GOLDEN EAGLE FLIES AGAIN!" appear on screen. Gold-colored pyro and green confetti go off as Jack Gaither and Samantha Teague make their way to the ring, giving every fan sitting near the ramp a high-five along the way. Once in the ring, Samantha and Jack pose to the cheering crowd as more green-and-gold confetti falls from the ceiling.
Franks: Here is PWA’s superstar couple, Ray! Jack Gaither is looking for a Light Heavyweight Title shot while Samantha Gaither is looking to take over as Commissioner!
Quadros: Enough of Jake Gaither! Jack Gaither this! Jack Gaither that! It’s all I hear! He’s not a celebrity, he’s a celebutard!
A hush fills the arena and a mixed reaction of mostly cheers with a few boos due to what he's done in the past thrown in billows from the crowd as "Hunt You Down" by Saliva hits the PA. Jake Keeton slowly emerges through the curtains with his full attention focused on the upcoming match. He walks down the ramp barely acknowledging the fans as he steps into the ring and begins to stretch.
Franks: Welcome back Jake Keeton! Last week he picked up a victory over newcomer Chris Moore. Now he’s on a mission to reclaim the Light Heavyweight Championship he never lost.
Quadros: Man, we were better off without his brash, cocky, know-it-all ways. He wears a t-shirt with a piece of shit on it for Christ sake!
The lights in the arena dim and a lone green spotlight shines down right infront of the entrance way. "Sorry, you're not a winner" by enter Shikari begins to blast over the P.A. as the words "prepare to be enlightened" flash on the screen. A short moment later Sage Christensen steps out from behind the curtain with a black towel draped over his head. He quickly and methodically makes his way to the ring with the spotlight following him the whole time. After climbing through the ropes, he tosses the towel to the outside before climbing a turnbuckle and putting his arms up to a massive pop from the fans.
Franks: Look at the reaction of Jack Gaither, Ray. He wasn’t expecting another enemy from his past.
Quadros: The one thing great about Gaither is, he’s brought all this talent to PWA that wants to kick his ass. I love it. Once they’re all done with him, we’re going to be a great company.
Referee Steve Upshaw calls for the bell and the match is about to start. Ding! Ding! The three competitors circle around the middle of the ring, looking back and forth at each other to see how this is going to start. Sage Christensen and Jake Keeton seem to come to a verbal agreement here as they focus on Jack Gaither. The Golden Eagle backs up a little bit before telling his two opponents to bring it. And sure enough they do with a double kick to the midsection and hammer blows across the spine that backs him up against the ropes. Keeton backs off as Sage Christensen continues to hammer away until he whips Gaither across the ring. Gaither flies off the ropes and gets his faced kicked in by a standing dropkick from Christensen! Keeton stays back and watches Christensen put the stomps to Gaither’s face in a bit of revenge from whatever transpired between those two back in the AWG days.
Franks: Looks like Sage Christensen is getting what he came for, Ray.
Quadros: Maybe he’ll break Gaither’s jaw so we won’t have to listen to him blabber about the cosmos anymore.
Stomp, stomp, stomp! Christensen seems to be having his fun indeed. Jake Keeton on the other hand has given these boys just about enough time with each other and wants to get back to business. He walks up behind Christensen and taps him on the shoulder. Sage stops stomping on Gaither and turns around…European uppercut by Jake Keeton rocks Christensen back against the ropes! Keeton looks for a whip…No! Reversed into a release over the head belly-to-belly suplex by Jake Keeton! The crowd pops as Keeton collects the rising Gaither now with a stiff knife-edge chop to the neck! WHOOOOO! Another! WHOOOOOO! Another sends Gaither back into the corner! WHOOOOO! High knee to the midsection by Jake Keeton doubles Gaither over! Snap suplex out of the corner by Keeton! He shoots in for an early cover!…1!…2!…KICK OUT!
Forearm blows to the face by Keeton keep Gaither down before Keeton gets up and runs towards the ropes. Off he comes with a delayed elbow drop to the head of Gaither only to hook the leg again! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT says Referee Upshaw! Keeton gets up but Sage Christensen blindsides him from behind with a back cracker across the knees! Christensen pops back up and runs towards the ropes himself and comes off with rolling senton splash on top of Keeton! Now he hooks the leg! 1!…2!…KICK OUT!
Franks: Looks like Alex Legend’s representative has come to the realization that he’s going to have to go through Jake Keeton to get to Jack Gaither.
Quadros: From what I’ve heard, he doesn’t like anything easy.
Christensen pulls Keeton up only to snap mare him back down. Nasty hair pull by Sage rams Keeton’s head into the canvass! Double stomp to the face of the All-American Nightmare! Another quick cover! 1!…No! Jack Gaither pulls Sage Christensen off before Upshaw can make a decent count! Christensen and Gaither pop to their feet but Gaither is there first! Forearm to the face by Gaither! Another! Another! Irish whip by Gaither sends Christensen towards the ropes! Off comes Sage right into an arm drag takedown by Jack Gaither! Right into an arm bar by Gaither as he looks to tear his old enemy’s arm off!
Sage Christensen has been here before with Gaither and feels out the arm bar. He works his way to a knee and then powers his way to his feet to take away Gaither’s advantage. He spins his arm over his head, breaking free from Gaither’s grasp only to hit the Golden Eagle in the midsection with a liver shot! Rake of the eyes by Christensen sends Gaither sprawling as Samantha Teague cries foul! Short-arm clothesline attempt by Sage, however, is ducked by the partially blinded Jack Gaither. Gaither reaches around the back and hits a textbook backdrop that arcs the spine of Sage Christensen! The crowd pops as Gaither gets to his feet and rubs his eyes.
Franks: Somehow, Jack Gaither hit that backdrop partially blinded!
Quadros: Great for him, Carl. Just great. Jack Gaither is our hero…
As Gaither is rubbing his eyes, Jake Keeton shoots up with a short-arm clothesline of his own that decks Jack Gaither!
Quadros: Ha ha ha!
Catch dodge them all. Keeton gets a little heat for what he did but he’s trying to win this match. He lifts the dazed Gaither up by his chin and bulls him into a corner with a shoulder block. Gaither gets folded up in the turnbuckles as Keeton now starts kicking away at him. Kick! Kick! Kick! Kick! Poor Jack Gaither’s legs go out from under him as he falls down in the corner. A couple boots to the face by Keeton draws a count from Referee Upshaw. 1! 2! 3! 4! And Keeton backs off to the middle of the ring to give Gaither his space. That only lasts for a moment though because Jake Keeton decides to run back into the corner and finish off Gaither with a brutal knee to the face! OH! And as Keeton is walking away, here comes Sage Christensen with a follow up running dropkick to the face of Jack Gaither! OH!
Franks: Holy! Jack Gaither was on the wrong end of that! Both times!
Quadros: I guess it really doesn’t pay to be a $40 million man.
Gaither looks to be out cold in the corner as Jake Keeton gives Sage Christensen a sarcastic applause for taking advantage of his handy work. Christensen rises to his feet and seems to have a couple words for Mr. Keeton. Well, well, well, looks like we have some fightin’ words here. The two begin to circle around the ring, leaving Gaither to his peaceful slumber in the corner. And the two lock-up as if this match is starting over again. Nearly equal in size, save a few pounds and inches in Sage Christensen’s favor, the two tussle back and forth for an advantage that doesn’t seem to come. Keeton powers Christensen’s arms wide only to let go and reach around the back. A waist-lock by Jake Keeton is negated by a high elbow to the chin from Legend’s representative. Now Christensen goes around the back, attempting a suplex that Keeton blocks with his foot. Christensen tries to power Keeton into that suplex but again, Keeton makes the block.
Knowing all of Keeton’s momentum is backwards to block the suplex, Sage Christensen pushes Keeton forward towards the ropes. Off comes Keeton with a simple shoulder block that drops Christensen to the mat with a thud. Keeton heads to the ropes again for an elbow drop attempt but Sage beats him to the punch by nipping up to his feet and catching Keeton with a drop toe hold. Christensen puts both knees to Keeton’s spine before pulling back on the feet and head to apply a bow & arrow submission on Keeton!
Franks: Look what we have here by Sage Christensen. I’m sure Jake Keeton didn’t get a chance to scout this guy, Ray.
Quadros: You remember Alex Legend right, Carl? Well that young man out wrestled and outfoxed Nighthawk in this very ring. And who taught him how to do that? Why Sage Christensen of course!
Keeton can’t help but yell as the knees of Christensen dig deep into his lower spine. Referee Upshaw can only ask if he wants to give up. And sure enough, there’s no quit in Jake Keeton tonight. Oh no, the former Light Heavyweight Champion is on a mission to reclaim the gold he had to vacate last year due to injury at Violation 25. Tonight is the first step in getting that title back and some bow & arrow submission isn’t going to stop him. Christensen digs in a little deeper while pulling back a little more on the legs and head of Keeton. Referee Upshaw asks again….NO is the reply! Sage let’s go and drops Keeton to the mat.
Christensen starts kicking away at the lower spine of Keeton while he’s weakened. Now another knee to the spine of Keeton as this time Sage Christensen pulls back on both of Keeton’s arms to find that tap-out. Jake Keeton tries to power his way out of the seated submission as the crowd starts chanting “Keeton! Keeton! Keeton!” He begins to feed off of their energy as he’s able to power himself to a knee. Now he’s able to power his arms over his head! Still, Christensen holds on but has lost all leverage! Stiff elbow to the midsection by Keeton doubles Christensen over! Straight up Kentucky punch to the face rocks Christensen back! Another punch by Keeton! Another! Another! Another as he’s teeing off on Christensen! BAM! The folks back at home in Lexington heard that one as Christensen drops to the mat! He pops back up but his legs are unsure! Keeton collects him with an exploder suplex that drops Christensen on his neck! Cover! 1!…2!…THREE…KICK OUT!! Kick-out says Referee Steve Upshaw!
Franks: Keeton worked his way out of the submissions and hit that exploder! Still, Sage Christensen didn’t stay down!
Quadros: Gotta like that, Carl. Shows how tough Christensen is. Physically and mentally.
Jake Keeton gets up and looks like he wants to finish this thing. Wait! OH! Jack Gaither came flying off the top turnbuckle with a missile drop kick that nails Jake Keeton right on the chin! Gaither rolls up Keeton! 1!…2!…THRE…NO! KICK OUT!! The crowd pops! Gaither pops up and runs towards the ropes. Off he comes with a springboard moonsault onto Sage Christensen! Cover by Gaither! 1!…2!….THRE…KICK OUT!! Both men kicked out on Jack Gaither only moment apart!
Samantha Teague keeps yelling at her husband to keep going! Sure enough he’s gonna do what the woman says! He hoists Sage Christensen up into the air and drops him to the mat with a scoop slam. Now he picks up Jake Keeton and drops him with a scoop slam right onto Christensen! Jack Gaither heads on over to a turnbuckle as the crowd waits in anticipation! He hops up and looks down at the two men laid out below him. The Golden Eagle flies again with a top turnbuckle leg drop! Oh! It didn’t go as planned!
Franks: Sage Christensen got all of that leg drop as Jake Keeton rolled to the side!
Quadros: All the rotten luck. Keeton could have shielded the blow.
Franks: I don’t think that’s how it works, Ray.
Sure enough, Jack Gaither’s plan only half worked as he leg drop came down hard on his long time rival, Sage Christensen. Still, is it enough for the victory? Gaither covers Mr. Christensen! 1!….2!….2.999453211!! That’s a heck of a kick-out there by Sage Christensen! Jack Gaither simply doesn’t look surprised. He’s been here before with this man.
Focusing all his efforts on Christensen now, Gaither lifts the man up into a vertical suplex! Standing moonsault for the cover by Gaither! 1!…2!…THR…NO! Jake Keeton pulls him off! Dragon suplex by Keeton on Gaither! Holding on…follow up Tiger suplex by Keeton! Still not done as he rolls with Jack Gaither into a pump handle suplex to complete the Tri-Plex! Jake Keeton hooks the leg! ONE!…TWO!!…THRE…NO! KICK OUT!! Referee Steve Upshaw holds up 2 fingers!
Franks: A series of suplexes there by Jake Keeton but Jack Gaither will not be denied!
Quadros: We’re going to need an instant replay on that pinfall, Carl. I’m throwing the challenge flag.
Keeton grabs Gaither by the head and lifts the man up, dropping him with a fisherman buster! Jack Gaither lands hard as he’s laid out! Keeton looks about ready to lock on the No Future but that’s a no go as Sage Christensen hits Keeton from behind with a rocker dropper as he was bending down! Christensen has the opportunity to cover Keeton but he wants Jack Gaither more. He pleads for Gaither to get up so he can get what’s coming to him. And sure enough, Jack Gaither gets to a knee as Christensen waits for the right moment. Come on, Gaither, get up. The Golden Eagle stands up and turns around! Here comes Sage Christensen with his Infinite Wisdom super kick! Ducked by Gaither as he had him scouted!
Thumb to the eye by Jack Gaither sends Christensen sprawling! Gaither collects him with a kick to the midsection and sets up his old enemy for the Samba Slam! No! Wait! Wren Chesney has snuck down here at ringside with a pair of scissors! She’s stalking Samantha Teague in a fit of revenge!
Franks: Wren Chesney is down here with a pair of scissors! She’s nuts!
Quadros: She can give hair cuts too, Carl!
Jack Gaither says the hell with this and drops Sage Christensen only to roll out of the ring! He confronts the crazed Board member as Wren threatens him with the scissors! There goes that order of protection! Back in the ring, Jake Keeton sure as shit could care less about all this bullshit going on. He’s got a title shot to win! Sage Christensen starts yelling out of the ring at Gaither to stop screwing around with the women and get what’s coming to him. Unfortunately for Sage, he’s about to get what’s coming to him! Jake Keeton grabs him from behind and tosses him halfway across the ring with a release tiger suplex! He then finishes the job by collecting the dazed Christensen for the HIGHLIGHT OF THE NIGHT spinning unprettier! The crowd pops as Keeton makes the cover! ONE!…TWO!…THREE!! Ding! Ding! Ding!
Ferdinand: And here is your winner…JAKE KEEEETON!
Franks: And Jake Keeton will face Nighthawk next week for the Light Heavyweight Championship shot against Brad Kane at Playtime’s Over!
Quadros: Darn it all to Hell.
Wren Chesney lunges as Jack Gaither with the pair of scissors as if it were a knife! Gaither slides out of the way but leaves Samantha Teague open for a haircut or a stabbing, if not both! Samantha Teague rolls into the ring and interrupts Keeton’s celebration! Now Wren Chesney rolls into the ring with the scissors and her ridiculous wig! Teague gets the hell out of there as she and Gaither make their way up the ramp backstage! Wren Chesney spits and curses from inside the ring, she even throws the scissors in the direction of the couple! She backs up in anger and bumps into Jake Keeton!
Franks: Uh-oh.
Quadros: Oh God, Wren! Get out of there!
No love loss between these two after that whole deal with Ms. Chesney sending Captain Howdy after Jake Keeton and these fans know it! Jake Keeton stares down at Wren, catching his breathe after this match. She knows she’s in trouble now as her eyes light up like half dollars! Keeton doesn’t even say a word. He’s a man of action tonight and Ms. Chesney is going to find out the hard way. Jake Keeton snatches that stupid wig off of Wren’s head exposing her disgusting baldness to the cheering fans!
Franks: Ugh, that’s gross, Ray. She has pimples on her head!
Quadros: Don’t talk about you boss that way, Carl! Especially on tape! Just look away like me!
With a smile, Jake Keeton drops the wig to the canvass! Not even thinking, just wanting to cover herself up, Wren gets on her knees to fetch her wig! That’s when Keeton steps forward a little more, clearly putting his package in her face! The crowd roars as Ms. Chesney becomes even more horrified by her predicament! She snatches her wig and turns around on her knees for a quick escape! Keeton speeds up the process by kicking her in the rear end, sending her through the ropes to the floor below! Get the hell out of my ring, bitch! Wren Chesney collects herself and runs backstage with the wig on backwards as Jake Keeton goes back to his celebration.
Franks: Big win for Jake Keeton tonight as he remained focused on the task at hand while Gaither and Christensen tried to re-live past encounters.
Quadros: My poor Wren!
NO PLAN
Written by: Dan
-After a rough loss in the triple threat match, Jack Gaither, along with Sam, walks solemnly into the backstage area. Jack has an arm around of her shoulders. She seems to be whispering something into his ear, when suddenly, Pierce is seen behind him. Pierce seems to be holding something behind his back. He gets close enough to tap Jack on the shoulder. He takes a second but then turns around just in time for Pierce to level him with a yield sign. Sam yells in terror.
Pierce: Ha! Remember to yield to all oncoming douche bags with signs Jackie Boy!
-Pierce then proceed to level him with five or six more shots with the chair. Jack rolls over in pain as Pierce then turns his eyes to Sam. She shrieks , but to no avail as her boyfriend is now quite damaged. He looks at her and corners her, speaking softly.
Pierce: Look, I know you are scared that I’m going to cut your hair or something juvenile like that, but I’m above that. Do you know what I’m going to do instead?
-She shakes her head, unable to speak. Pierce looks around and then, levels her in the head with the bloody yield sign.
Pierce: Oddly enough, neither did I. Damn, I wish I had come up with something better than that.
-Pierce shrugs his shoulders and walks away, stepping once across the back of Jack before exiting the screen.
PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
Freya Kane-Ragnal vs. Terminus
Written by: Andrew
Freddy Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship!
Introducing first, she hails from Boston MA, and weighs in at 127lbs...She is the challenger....Freya...Kane...Ragnal!
("No One Knows" by Queens of the Stone Age begins blare through the arena's sound system. Freya Kane Ragnal appears from backstage as the vocals begin. She inhales as she begins to walk down to the ring, slapping hands with the many fans in the crowd. When Freya arrives at ringside, she runs and slides into the ring. Freya hops to the top turnbuckle before throwing her arms out to a pop from the crowd. She steps down from the top rope as she backs into a corner while her music fades off.)
Ferdinand: And, her opponent...weighing in at 190lbs...he hails from Halifax, Nova Scotia, and is the reigning, defending PWA World Heavyweight Champion...Making the second defense of his second championship reign...he is Terminus!!!
(As "I Wear My Skin" starts to play over the sound system, the lights go dim, and the crowd rises to their feet to cheer as twin columns of red fireworks shower sparks the top of the stage . The lighting becomes a bit brighter, revealing the figures of Terminus and Natalie Snow standing at the top of the stage. Natalie acknowledges the crowd's 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. The official, Sasha Brown, gives the two competitors some final pre-match instructions, and then holds the world title belt in the air, and signals the timekeeper to ring the opening bell!)
*Ding Ding!*
(As the crowd cheers the sound of the opening bell, the champion stands up, steps forward, and beckons his challenger to meet him in the center of the ring. Freya responds with a shake of her head, and then circles away from the masked man, who merely smiles and nods slightly as if in approval of her decision. Freya skips to the left and then to the right in order to keep her distance, only to have her opponent side-step each time in order to keep her in his sights. This game of cat-and-mouse continues for a couple of moments, before the New Age Punisher decides to initiate proceedings with an attempted Flying Butterfly Kick aimed at the head. Freya arches back into a Matrix to avoid this attempt and then tries to counter with a Spinning Legsweep as soon as Terminus touches down; unbelievably, the champion is able to avoid this sweep by performing a nice Round-Off , and then in one smooth motion steps forward, and leaps into textbook Standing Dropkick that catches the rising Freya flush in the face! )
Quadros: Nice dropkick by the champion to start off the match, and to let everyone, including his challenger, know that he can finish matters any time he wishes!
Franks: Aren't you jumping the gun a bit, Ray? The match has just started, and, even though Freya is the prohibitive underdog, I don't think it's wise to count out her chances just yet!
Quadros: You know...you're right. Anything can happen in this industry, and upsets are always a...*pauses*...Ah, who am I kidding? Freya's toast.
(Freya crashes to the mat, but Terminus chooses not to press the issue and simply steps back to ring center and motions for her to try her luck once again. Freya climbs back to her feet, and, after a momentary pause, nods her head and steps forward to engage her opponent in a double knuckle-lock. As expected, this test of strength doesn't go so well for Freya, as her opponent is able to use his size advantage to power her shoulders down toward the mat for the first pinfall attempt of the match: 1...2...Kane bridges back to avoid being pinned, and then, in one fluid motion, executes a nice snap kick to her opponent's arm that causes him to take a step back and shake the pain out of his left arm. Emboldened, Freya quickly grabs the arm and bends it into a standing wristlock; Terminus quickly responds with a smooth roll through and reverses into a standing armwringer that causes Freya to tumble onto her back, and yelp out in pain as the champion converts the hold a kneeling armbar.)
Quadros: Hmm...Freya doesn't look to be enjoying herself that much right now, which is kind of surprising, given that I always thought that she liked it kind of rough when she was on her back!
Franks: Ray, even coming from you, that last comment was completely distasteful and uncalled for!
Quadros: Well, it IS a World Title match...so I gotta bring my A game!
(Terminus begins to increase the pressure on this hold, causing Freya's squeals of discomfort to become a little louder. Senior Official Sasha Brown asks Freya if she wants to quit, but gets a flat refusal as Freya begins to work her way back to her feet. Freya then proceeds to shock the champion by stomping down hard on his calf to drive him down to a knee, and then reverses the hold into a top wristlock before leaping into the air, scissoring the arm between her legs and taking her rival to the mat with a Rolling Short Arm Scissors! As the crowd applauds the counter, Freya begins to rock back and forth in an effort to do as much damage to the arm as she can; however, Terminus is able to keep his composure and quickly does a back somersault to his feet before dead-lifting his opponent up into the air. The New Age Punisher lifts Freya up as if to execute a powerbomb...NO!...Freya shifts positions and converts the hold into a Hanging Triangle Choke/Armbar combo!)
Franks: Great technical ability shown by Freya to chain directly into a submission attempt! Still think she has no chance, Ray?
Quadros: Well, she's used to wrapping her legs around men's bodies, so I guess I shouldn't be too surprised that she would pull off some variant of that at some point!
Franks: Jeez...would it kill you to give the girl a bit of credit...!?
Quadros: Yeah...probably.
(The eyes of the champion go wide with shock and pain; but he's still pretty fresh and is able to lift her up into the air once again for the attempted Powerbomb; but once again, this attempt is thwarted as Kane takes him to the mat with a modified Rana while keeping her grip on the hold. Realizing that he needs to find a way to break the hold as soon as possible before too much damage can be done, the champion works his way back to his feet and pulls himself and Freya toward the ropes before reaching out and latching onto the top rope with his hand. Freya hangs onto the submission until the count of four, before releasing it, and then breaks out into a smile as she listens to sections of the crowd break out into chants of "Freya! Freya!", and watches the champion drop to one knee in an effort to catch his breath.)
Franks: Well, after a shaky start, Freya seems to have found a way to turn the match in her favor after applying that submission hold!
Quadros: Yeah...but for her sake, I hope that she's able to stay on the offensive, because now that the champ knows that she's not completley defenseless, he's going to start cracking out the big moves that he has in his arsenal in order to keep her down!
(As her husband urges her to keep the pressure on, Freya pulls the champion up by the hair, and cinches in a tight muay-thai clinch and delivers a series of knees to the ribs before pulling him down into a knee strike to the face that causes him to stumble backward into the ropes. Grabbing his arm, Freya then attempts to whip her rival into the ropes, but soon finds that she hasn't softened up the champion nearly as much as she thought, because the champion reverses into an armwringer, and pulls her into his arms before pikcing her up and dropping her throat-first across the top rope with a Standing Hot-Shot! The challenger stumbles backward, holding her throat, and is in no position to defend herself when Terminus grabs her from behind with an Inverted Facelock, and then lifts her upside down before dropping her over his shoulder into a Stunner to complete the Osaka Street Cutter!)
Crowd: OOOOOOOOHHHHH!
Quadros: Told ya...Can I call these things, or what?
(Natalie puts her hands over her mouth to suppress her gasp, and Joe Ragnal proceeds to go ballistic as he hurls invective in the direction of the champion, who actually seems to appear to be a bit shaken himself as he stares at the twitching form of Freya. However, the New Age Punisher is quick to compose himself as he makes his way over and applies the cover: 1....2....THR-Kick Out! The champion looks a bit surprised about the fact that this wasn't the finish, but simply shrugs as he pulls Fraya back up to his feet by the hair and cinches in his own muay-thai clinch, and delivering a series of knees to the gut that are so powerful that they lift Freya off of her feet. Terminus then cinches in a front facelock and hooks Freya's leg before taking her over with a Snap Fisherman Suplex. The champion quickly rolls her back to her feet and then takes her over with a second Fisherman Suplex. Once again, the masked man pulls his opponent up and then lifts her upside down and holds her there for a few seconds before dropping down into a Fisherman Buster that causes her to crash head-first to the mat!)
Franks: Judge, Jury, and Executioner!
(Freya lies quivering on the mat, looking dead to the world, and her husband hisses a curse and shakes his head in frustration as he watches Terminus drop down and apply the cover, making certain to hook the leg this time: 1......2......THRENO! Shoulder up! The crowd lets out a cheer for Freya's show of toughness, and and even Terminus and Natalie look to be somewhat impressed as they glance at one another and exchange nods. Taking a deep breath, the champion pulls his foe back to her feet by the arm and whips her toward the nearest corner, charging in behind her with the intention of nailing her with a Flying Corner Clothesline! NO! Freya somehow finds it in herself to run up the turnbuckles and backflip over the onrushing masked man, who collides chest first against the turnbuckles with a loud "oof"!)
* SLICK AERIAL ESCAPE POP! *
(Terminus staggers backward, directly into his challenger's grasp; and FKR takes advantage of the situation by snapping her rival's face across her knee with a Hangman's Facebreaker! The champion stumbles backward into the corner, and the challenger capitalizes by somersaulting into a Rolling Koppu Kick to the nose that causes the masked man to slump to the seat of his pants. Letting out a loud battle cry, Freya then proceeds to deliver a series of bootscrapes to the stricken champion, and then proceeds to vault the the outside before leaping back in with a Seated Slingshot Dropkick that catches the New Age Punisher flush in the face! The eyes of the champion go vacant as he slumps to his back, and Freya quickly vaults to the top and flies off into a picture perfect Split-Legged Sky Twister Press that connects flush against his prone form. Freya cover, and hooks the leg: 1....2....THR-Shoulder Up!)
Franks: Great sequence of moves by Freya to score a near-fall, and even though Terminus kicked out, he still looks to be in a bad way right now! Let's see if Freya can capitalize on this!
(Undaunted, Freya quickly gets to her feet and slides behind the champion as she waits for him to rise. As soon as the champion climbs back to one knee, the Boston native rushes forward and then proceeds to clobber him with a wicked Step-Up Enzuigiri to the back of the head. Terminus collapses onto his face, and FKR shoots the half-nelson as quickly as she can and rolls him over for a cover: 1.....2....THEENO! Kick Out by the champion! Taking a deep breath to keep her cool, Freya pulls her rival back to his feet by the hair, and then proceeds to unload with a barrage of open handed slaps, followed by a spinning reverse chop, and then a spinning roundhouse kick that leaves the champion looking about as dazed and confused as anyone has ever seen, and then proceeds to cap this strike sequence with a brutal looking Busaiku Knee Strike off the ropes that causes the champion to collpase to the mat as if shot! )
Quadros: ATHF!!!
( Freya's eyes go wide with excitement as she springs to her feet and races toward the opposite set of ropes, before hurling herself in the Front Handspring off the cables and rebounding back into a Moonsault Elbowdrop that connects flush against her opponent's chest! Freya quickly rolls over and applies the cover, once again making certain to hook the leg: 1....2....THREEENOT QUITE! Terminus gets a shoulder up once again! The challenger groans in frustration, and it takes a moment for her to collect herself before she's able to turn her attention back to her opponent as he begins to struggle back to his feet with the help of the ropes. Racing toward him, Freya swings herself through the ropes into a Tiger Feint Kick that connects with such force that it causes him to fly backward into a back somersault. The challenger then leaps to the top rope, and springboards off into a front somersault, catching her rising opponent with a headlock on the way down and spiking him head-first into the mat with a 450 DDT!!!!)
*HOLY HELL I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SEE ANYONE, LET ALONE A GIRL, PULLING OFF MOVES LIKE THAT POP! *
Quadros: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?
Franks: THAT MIGHT THE MOVE THAT CROWNED A NEW CHAMPION!
(By now, Brad Kane has appeared at the top of the entrance ramp, and can be heard cheering on his sister as he watches her roll over and apply the lateral press: 1..........2...........THREEEEEENOOO! Shoulder up at 2.99999999999999!!! Natalie clasps her hands and gives thanks to the Heavens Above, while BK hisses a curse through clenched teeth, and Joe slams the mat in frustration. Freya buries her face in her hands and shakes her head in disbelief, and it takes a moment for her to pull herself together before she turns her attention back to the rising champion. Grabbing him by the hair, Freya pulls him up and then drops down into a nice Kneeling Jawbreaker that causes him to stumble backward into the ropes. Kane then whips him into the other set of strands, and then propels herself forward into a Flying Bicycle Kick that's designed to knock her rival's head off his shoulders! Ducked! Terminus does a baseball slide to avoid being decapitated and then springs to his feet and fires a wicked muay-thai Flying Knee aimed at the face as his opponent turns around! NO! Freya does a Back Handspring to avoid being struck, and then launches a Superkick aimed at the chin! Blocked by Terminus, who proceeds to pull her into his grasp and then falls backward into a Rolling Arm Triangle Choke in an effort to draw the submission!)
*SUBMISSION ATTEMPT OUT OF NOWHERE POP!*
(Terminus applies as much pressure as he possibly can to the choke, and Freya's face begins to turn a bright shade of red as she whimpers in pain! Freya refuses to submit, and desperately tries to find a way to escape, but her efforts appear to subside after a couple of moments, and Sasha leans down and checks to see if there's any fight left in her by checking her arm. It falls! Sasha checks for a second time...and it falls again! The official checks for the third and final time...and it STAYS UP! Now it's the champion's turn to growl in frustraion, and decides to try a different approach and converts the choke into a Koji Clutch by draping his leg across the back of her neck. Freya's sobs of agony can be heard over the crowd's chants of "Please Don't Tap!", but she refuses to quit and tries to drag herself closer to the ropes. Terminus cranks up the pressure even further, but Freya will NOT submit, and after a few more seconds JUST manages to reach out and grab onto the bottom strand!)
*MASSIVE SHOW OF HEART FACE POP!*
(Terminus shakes his head in disbelief as he releases his grip on the Koji Clutch, and stare helplessly at his lover, who is shaking her head in disbelief and mouthing the word "Wow" over and over again! After taking a few deep breaths, the champion pulls Freya up to her feet by the arm, and unleashes a series of hard shoot kicks to the ribs to leave Freya doubled over in agony. The masked man then caps the sequence with a Standing 540 Crescent Kick to the temple that connects with such force that it causes her tumble out of the ring and to the arena floor. The New Age Punisher ducks outside to the apron as he stares down at his stricken opponent and watches her begin to rise, before spring boarding off the second rope into a beautiful Asai Moonsault DDT that spikes her face-first onto the arena floor!)
Franks: Beginning of the End!
(Natalie Snow applauds and shouts support to her lover, urging him to finish matters once and for all, because "this chick is really, really dangerous". Terminus nods his agreement as he dusts himself off, and rolls his stricken rival back into the ring. The champion then proceeds to hop onto the ring apron and slingshot himself forward into a Rolling Senton, which is instantly followed by a Standing Backflip Double Kneedrop that connects flush against his challenger's ribcage! Terminus the follows up by vaulting onto the top strand and flipping backward into a high-speed Arabian Press onto the wouned torso of his rival. Cover! 1...........2..........THREE! NO! Foot on the ropes! Terminus slams the mat in frustration and glares at Sasha, who holds up two fingers in response, before pulling Freya back up and doubling her over with a brutal knee strike to the gut. The New Age Punisher then lifts her up, and then sits out into a thunderous Jumping Lygerbomb that nearly spikes Freya through the canvas. Another cover: 1..............2.............THREEEEEEEENOOOO! Freya gets a shoulder up! Freya is still alive!)
Franks: Terminus is throwing move after move after move, but Freya keeps finding ways to kick out! What's it going to take to keep her down!?
(Terminus flops back onto his back, staring up at the rafters as though asking the heavens for assistance in this matter. Natalie is looking very frustrated as she urges her lover on, while Joe is leading the crowd in a loud chant of "Freya! Freya!" The New Age Punisher rises to his feet, and looks as though he wants to finish matters once and for all as he pulls his challenger back to his feet and then cinches in a front facelock. The New Age Punisher proceeds to hook the near leg, and then quickly lifts Freya up and drops her down hard with a Small Package Driver! Dies Irae! Terminus makes certain to convert the head-drop into a tight pinning combination, and the crowd deflates as Sasha Brown drops down and begins to toll what everyone knows will be the final cover of the match! 1.................2................THREEEEEEEEEENOOOOO! Freya SOMEHOW is able to kick out once more! The masked man glares long and hard at his opponent before pulling his wounded opponent back up to her feet and then taking her up and down with the sickest looking Snap Brainbuster that everyone has ever seen! OH! Freya looks to be knocked completely silly, but the champion elects not to cover, and instead makes his way toward the nearest corner, and begins to scale the turnbuckles, obviously looking to nail the Phoenix Splash that serves as his primary finisher!)
Quadros: Here is comes! Terminal Velocity! This is match is as good as over and there's nothing Freya, or her brother, can do ab out it!
(By now, Brad Kane has made his way down to ringside, and is now hurling curses as loud as he can at the champion for treating his sister in such brutal fashion! Natalie takes exception to this, and tells BK to mind his own freaking business, which prompts the angered Kane sibling to get in Nat's face and advise her that anything that has to do with his family is his business, and that she wouldn't understand because the only family member she has is a psychotic bitch! OH! Natalie did not like that comment at all, and tells BK to focus less upon the topic of her family, and more upon the task of watching the assortment of sex tapes that his wife made with his brother and sister-in-law! Joe Ragnal has now made his way over and is trying to act as a mediator in this increasingly heated situation, but winds up getting shoved aside by Brad. Joe tries again, only to get slapped in the face by Natalie! Terminus watches this scene play out before his eyes with a mixture of bemusement and concern for his fiance ash he stands on his perch, and is so focused upon watching these events that he fails to notice that Freya has managed to climb back to her feet. Kane makes him pay for his mistake by racing forward, springboarding off the second rope, and nailing him in the back with a Springboard Dropkick that sends the champion somersault off the rop, and land upside down, in tree of woe position against the guard rail below!)
* JESUS CHRIST HE MIGHT BE DEAD SICK BUMP POP! *
(Freya takes a moment to clear the cobwebs of the abuse that she's suffered, and then regards the helpless form of Terminus below with a slight smile as she vaults to the top into the Leap of Faith Diving Double Foot Stomp which connects squarely against the champion's face! "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" Everyone at ringside ceases their argument, and stares open-mouthed at what they just witnessed, and Freya's smile becomes just a little bit wider as she pulls the battered champion back up and rolls him into the ring. Freya then proceeds to follow him in with a Slingshot Hangover Legdrop that connects flush across his throat, and then proceeds to apply the cover: 1.......2.......THREEEEEENOOOO! Foot on the ropes! Kane-Ragnal takes a deep breath as she pulls the still-woozy champion back to his feet and then proceeds to whip him back-first into the nearest corner. The challenger then proceeds to follow him in with a wicked looking Running Corner Shining Wizard, and watches as her rival stumbles forward from the impact. Vaulting to the top rope once again, Freya proceeds to nail her foe with a Turnaround Bulldog that spikes him face-first to the mat!)
Franks: Did you see the way the champion's head bounced off the mat after that Bulldog!? Freya might have him if she covers!
Quadros: Well, she doesn't seem to think so, and, whether or not that's a mistake, at least it shows that she's willing to do what's needed to make sure he stays down for good! Good job, Freya!
Franks: Will wonders ever cease!? Ray gave Freya some credit!
Quadros: Yeah...don't let it get around...I've got a reputation to keep.
(Instead of going for the cover, Freya opts instead to apply a reverse Arm Triangle, and digs a knee that her opponent is able to partially deflect. Freya goes for a second knee, which is also blocked to some extant, and then a third which doesn't land flush, before finally deciding to flip forward into a bridge and apply the JGR Clutch even though she knows that her rival isn't completely softened up for it. The eyes of the champion go wide with pain, but he keeps his gaze focused upon Natalie as she pounds on the apron and screams support and begins the task of dragging herself toward her. Terminus is able to make pretty good progress toward the strands, but before he can grab onto the cable, the challenger pulls him to his feet, converts the choke into a 3/4's facelock, and then proceeds to execute the Acid Drop Stunner that she calls the FUN DROP!)
*FINISHER POP!*
Franks: NEW CHAMPION!
(Joe and BK are jumping up and down, while Natalie looks to be in complete shock as she watches Freya roll over, and apply the cover, making certain to hook both legs: 1.......................2.....................THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENO! SHOULDER UP! SHOULDER UP! Natalie lets out a relieved, joyous cry, and the Kane family groans with one frustrated voice. Freya pulls her opponent up once again, and then tries to go for a second FUN Drop! No! Terminus finds the strength needed to push her chest first into the turnbuckles; the challenger stumbles backward, and Terminus uses this opening to apply a tight Cobra-Clutch, and then snap her down hard across his knee with a Backbreaker, and then keeps her there as he continues to apply pressure to the Cobra-Clutch. Freya squaeals in pain, but still won't quit, and after a few moments is able to power her way back up to standing position as she reaches out to grab the strands. However, Terminus has other ideas, and converts the cobra into a Crossed-Arm Stanglehold. Standing back to back with Freya, the champion then proceeds to run up the turnbuckles, and flip backward, spiking her down hard with a modified version of the Inverted Shiranui that he calls APOTHEOSIS '08!!!)
*THAT'S GOT TO BE IT!!!!*
Quadros: TERMINUS RETAINS!!!
(Natalie lets out a celebratory cry as she watches her lover roll his opponent over and apply a cover, hooking both legs AND grinding his forearm across her face to make certain that she doesn't kick out. Sasha Brown drops down and tolls the count as the crowd counts along)
Crowd: ONE......................TWO..................THREEEEEEEEEE!!!!
*WTF POP!*
Franks: NO! NOT THREE! FREYA KICKS OUT! FREYA KICKS OUT!
Quadros: HOW....!?
(Everyone in the arena bursts into a thunderous ovation to salute Freya's incredible display of toughness. Even Natalie applauds, and states to her lover that what just happened was pretty incredible. Terminus concedes this point with a shrug and nod of the head, but isn't quite as moved as everyone else, because he quickly pulls Freya off the mat and takes her down just as fast with an Overdrive Neckbreaker before making his way back up the ropes, and then sailing off into the Phoenix Splash that connects flush against Freya's prone form. Terminal Velocity! Another cover, and the crowd counts along once again:
Crowd: ONE............................TWO....................THREEEEEEEEEE!!!!
*ARE YOUR FUCKING KIDDING ME POP!*
Franks: ANOTHER Kick Out by the challenger! How in the name of God is she able to keep kicking out!?
Quadros: Terminus must be asking himself the same thing by now! But, judging from the look in his eye, I think that he's about to try something that might end this match once and for all!
(Indeed, Terminus pulls Freya back up to her feet and then quickly lifts her up into an atomic drop that leaves her straddled across the top! The New Age Punisher then climbs to the top rope, and then flips forward, looking to take his rival down into a Sunset Flip Powerbomb! NO! Freya counters into a Rana, and winds up on top of him for a pinfall attempt: 1.......................2.................Terminus reaches up with his legs and the counters into a pinfall attempt of his own by powering his rival's shoulders to the mat: 1....................2..............Freya does a back somersault to escape and then proceeds to take a page out of her brother's playbook by snapping off a wicked Baktare Slide Kick that catches Terminus in the face! Letting out a loud battle cry, Freya immediately pulls her rival back to his feet, and takes him down hard with her Face Killer Snapmare Driver, and then proceeds to climb up the ropes, with the apparent intention of nailing the Corkscrew 630 that she refers to as the Freya's Wings!)
Franks: Could this be it!?
Quadros: Not if the champion has anything to say about it!
(Indeed, the champion seems to have found an extra reserve of adrenline, and scrambles back up to his feet and in one fluid motion runs forward and leaps onto the top strand just as Freya reaches the top. Grabbing his shocked opponent around the waist, the masked man then hooks his legs underneath the top cables, and then arches backward into a Spider German Suplex that causes Freya to flip in mid-air and land hard on her stomach! Not wasting a moment, the champion then proceeds to fly off into the Terminal Velocity once again, landing flush across his rival's back. Terminus insteandlt transitions from this move into the Bridging Cobra Clutch that he calls THE THIRD DEGREE, arching his body backward so that his opponent is bent into a disgusting U-Shape! Freya lets out a loud, blood-curdling cry and reaches for the strands, but they're too far away and the pain is getting worse with each passing moment. She tries once more to grasp the cables but they're still out of the reach, and she realizes that she has not other choice....)
(TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!)
Ferdinand: Your winner of the match....by submission....and STILL PWA World Heavyweight Champion.......Terminus!!!!!
*MASSIVE RESPECT POP FOR BOTH COMPETITORS!*
Quadros: I hate to admit this...but THAT was a HELL of a match that we witnessed!
Franks: Indeed! Terminus retains the title, but Freya gave him almost more than he could handle for a while, and proved that she can hang with ANYONE in the PWA!
(Terminus releases Freya, and flops down onto his back and the smiling Natalie enters the ring, embraces his prone form and kisses him on the lips. Terminus accepts his lover's words of congratulations and then turns his attention to his challger, who remains face down on the mat, weeping from a mixture of exhaustion and disappointment. the champion kneels down in front of her and says something that gets her attention, before offering his hand to her. )
Franks: Nice display of sportsmanship by Terminus to acknowledge the spirited effort of his challenger!
Qudros: Yeah, yeah...peace on earth and goodwill toward men. Makes me sick. And, from the looks of things, it makes Brad Kane just as sick as well.
(Brad Kane urges Freya not to accept, saying that she can't trust Terminus as far as she can throw him; Freya stares at her brother for a moment, and then mouths the words "A deal is a deal" before accepting her opponent's handshake, and allowing herself to be pulled to her feet. Freya raises the champion's arm in victory, and watches for a moment as he raises the belt over his head and acknowledges the loud, respectful ovation given to him by his countrymen with a slight smile. BK leaves the ringside area in disgust, staring coldly at the masked man all the while, but the champion takes little notice of this as he steps outside of the ring, mouths the words "Welcome to Cornerstone" to her, and then exits the ring and smiles along with Natalie as they listen to the crowd give Freya Kane Ragnal a thunderous standing ovation. Freya breaks out into a shocked grin as she basks in the crowd's adulation; and that grin grows even wider as the shot fade to a blank screen, bringing Violation 52 to a close!)
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