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Violation 53
Sunday, January 25th, 2009
Rexall Place in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
REACHING OUT TO OUR FRIENDS ABROAD?
Written by: Jason & Neil
The PWA theme begins to play as last week’s action. Pettis pins Lukas in their debut match. Moore gains the victory over JJ Biggs thanks in part to Jason Sandman. Zex defeating Sandman in a ladder match. Jostrodomus pins Jagger after a double spear through a flaming table with MethodCobra! Keeton winning the Triple Threat Light Heavyweight match and then embarrassing Wren Chesney. And of course, Terminus retaining after a tough effort from Freya Kane Ragnal. The pyrotechnics show shoots off around the arena to hype up the crowd as Violation 53 is LIVE from Rexall Place in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada!
Franks: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to another edition of Violation! I’m your host Carl Franks and this is my partner Ray Quadros.
Quadros: Why do I always come second?
Then all of a sudden “Head Like a Hole” by Nine Inch Nails begins to play as there is instant heat in the arena. The heat just might melt the ice rink underneath as Wren Chesney and her husband Victor Cornelius Roberts step out from the back. This week Wren has gone with a black, short haired cosmopolitan wig to cover the nasty cut job done by Samantha Teague a few weeks back. Heading down to the ring, Wren Chesney looks like the Queen of Sheba with enough disgust and anger printed over her face. She steps into the ring and commands a microphone from Freddy Ferdinand.
Wren Chesney: Oh why don’t you all just shut up! You can only wish you were as smart, rich, and powerful as me!
Boo birds greet her as a response.
Wren Chesney: You all must think this is all fun and games after everything that happened to me last week! But I can roll with the punches. You can hate me all you want. I understand. You’re just jealous of my position as the boss of the most successful wrestling promotion in the world!
More boos rain down as Ms. Chesney walks around the ring in her pants suit.
Wren Chesney: I will endure all that challenge me! I have worked too hard for far too long to be in this position! Some stupid bimbo hair dresser named Samantha Teague thinks she can take my position? But she has another thing coming and so does her annoying, childish, retard husband tonight! Jack Gaither…I hope you’re watching this and I hope you’re prepared for what Captain Howdy will do to you tonight! I will laugh in the back, Jack. I will have a good time watching him break your will and make you cry for mercy! There will be no mercy! And Jake Keeton…
The crowd pops after hearing his name.
Wren Chesney: Jake Keeton, you are a piece of inbred white trash for what you did to me last week!
The crowd kicks up with a “Pimple head! Pimple head!” chant as Ms. Chesney looks annoyed over this.
Wren Chesney: Oh shut up! If I see another Canadian after tonight I just might vomit! You people have no class at all. But I understand. Civilization comes to an end at the American border. I’ve seen third world countries with more educated people in it that this shit hole!
Now the crowd starts up with a “Fuck you Wren!” chant! “Fuck you Wren! Fuck you Wren! Fuck you Wren!”
Wren Chesney: NO! No, no, no…FUC--!
Her husband grabs the microphone away from her lips so they can avoid a fine from the FCC. She then starts to argue with her husband as the crowd continues to chant “Fuck you Wren! Fuck you Wren!”
Wren Chesney: Give me that microphone, Victor! Never do that again!
“You’re her bitch! You’re her bitch!”
Wren Chesney: Wrong again you worthless Canadians! You’re all my bitch! Would you like to see? Who should I throw out of the arena? Hmm.
Ms. Chesney scans the crowd looking for someone to have Hammerfist Security toss out of the arena. Before she can pick out anyone, a dragon roar can be heard over the loud speakers and the lights go out. The fans instantly recognize the roaring and begin the "KAI-TO" chants. Red lights illuminate the arena as the first eight opening notes of "G.W.D." by Thee Michelle Gun Elephant blare over the speakers. On the next eight notes, the lights turn blue. Then back to red on the next eight notes. Then back to blue on the next eight. They continue alternating back and forth like this while the music progresses. All of a sudden, fire explodes from the stage area as the lead guitar begins playing. At the same time, Jiraiya Kaito is launched from underneath the stage area and the red and blue lights go into a strobe effect.
Kaito lands on one knee on the stage as the fire dies down. With his head hanging down, he stands up. A second or two pass before he looks up and raises the Premiere Championship above his head, causing the fans in the arena to erupt in a massive pop for the champ. Kaito drapes the title over his shoulder and walks down to the ring, glancing at the fans that line the entrance ramp. He stops at the end of the walkway and looks at Wren Chesney in the ring. Kaito grabs the middle rope and uses it to pull himself up onto the ring apron. He walks over to the nearest corner and ascends it, not taking his eyes off of Wren Chesney for one second.
He clinches his title tight against his chest and takes the leap off of the top turnbuckle. Kaito lands on one knee in the middle of the ring and pounds the canvas with his fist, causing the four ring posts to explode with fire... two red and two blue. The lights return to normal and the music stops playing as Kaito looks up at Wren Chesney from his crouched position. However, the "KAI-TO" chants continue to erupt from the fans in attendance.
Wren Chesney: Well, well, well, if it isn’t the Hong Kong Kid…
VCR bends over and whispers into Wren’s ear. Her face goes a little pale as she corrects herself.
Wren Chesney: I mean, Jiraiya Kayto! Konichiwa!
Before she can say another word, Kaito does the arena and the world a huge favor and yanks the microphone out of her hand, which nets a Standing O from the fans... and even Carl Franks.
Carl Franks: Thank God! He did what everyone in this arena's been wanting to do for a long time!
Ray Quadros: Shut up, Carl! She might hear you over here! Well... better yet... say it a little louder! I don't think she heard ya!
Kaito stands upright and continues to keep his gaze fixated on Wren, which makes her become even more pale in the face. Even VCR becomes frightened.
Kaito: Ren... please... spare us all of you ego trip! I have question, and only you know answer to it!
The "KAI-TO" chants begin once again. Wren starts to show some concern as to what this question may be as the Premiere Champion begins to pace about the ring. She nods her head and mouths “what’s the question” without a microphone.
Kaito: So many days pass since last time we have conversation. You... say something that I never forget. I sit at home and wonder. Try to figure out you reason for why you say this. But every thought I have go back to one question that I not able to figure out answer for. So perhaps... you... tell me.
He stops pacing when he reaches the farthest corner from both Wren and VCR. He turns to face them and finally proposes the question.
Kaito: Why?
Ms. Chesney looks a bit confused over what this question may be. She turns to her husband and pushes him, telling him to do something. VCR hurries out of the ring to find the nearest microphone near ringside. He slides back in only for his wife to snatch it from his hand.
Wren Chesney: Why what, Kayto?
He approaches both of them slowly and methodically, as if he's about to torture them.
Kaito: Why... do you... Ren Chesunii... say what you say to me... few weeks ago?
Wren Chesney: What did I say? I’ve said a lot of things.
Franks: Isn’t that the truth!
Quadros: Somebody should take your microphone, Carl!
At this point, Kaito is now within inches of Wren Chesney's face as he fills her in on the mystery.
Kaito: Why... do you... Ren Chesunii... cancel tour of Asia!? You WANT to piss me off!?!?!?
A chorus of boos erupt from the fans as reality sinks in on the would-be owner and her husband. Ms. Chesney steps back away from Kaito but he steps forward, making sure to stay in her face.
Wren Chesney: Kayto, my friend…
Kaito, angry: And say my name right! It not "kayto"! It... "KAITO!!!"
Wren Chesney: Ehem, yes, of course. Well…Kaito…it was a business decision. You can respect that right?
Kaito, even angrier: Respect!? You... no have right... to talk to me... about respect! You... who cancel tour of Asia... and call it "business decision"... no honestly expect one such as myself... to respect... you "business decision", hai!?
Now Ms. Chesney looks to be getting a little angry after he’s questioned her judgment.
Wren Chesney: You listen here! You will not talk to me that way any more! I am your superior and you will respect me! And you will refer to me as Ms. Chesney in a calm tone!
Kaito takes another step toward her, forcing her to take a step back.
Kaito, still angry: You... want respect from me!? You... must... EARN IT!!!
Another huge ovation from the fans. Even the "KAI-TO" chants make a return as Wren starts fuming at the fans. VCR joins in by trying to quiet them down.
Carl Franks: And Kaito just put his foot down!
Ray Quadros: Dumb move on his part! Wren's wearing her stilettos tonight!
Wren Chesney: Fine, then I won’t spare you your embarrassment any further. Two weeks ago I asked you to join me in defeating those that betrayed you, those that betrayed us when they formed Cornerstone Wrestling! But what was your response? You said NO! You would not do me a favor so I took away any opportunity of your Asian fans from ever seeing you wrestle in your home country inside of a PWA ring. Granted, I have no clue where you are from nor do I give a damn so I canceled the entire Asian Tour just out of spite!
So there you have it KAI-TO! This is YOUR fault!! Go back to your people at the Great Wall. Tell them how you’ve failed them by not doing the right thing! PWA will NEVER go to Asia as long as I run this company and you’re here. The business decision has been made…and you made it!
Kaito looks to be quite distraught over this reasoning by Wren Chesney. Could she really be that cold? To deprive millions, heck, billions of potential PWA fans the right to see the “Seiryuu” and the rest of the wrestlers in their country? The crowd dies down as they await Kaito’s response. He seems to be at a loss for words. Then all of a sudden, “Nutshell” by Alice in Chains begins to play and the crowd explodes!
Franks: Oh my God! Can it be?!
Quadros: Crap!
The entrance music of Commissioner BUTCHER continues to blare over the announce system as Kaito turns around and Wren Chesney’s jaw drops. Everybody waits in anticipation for the comatose Commissioner to step out from the back and set this straight!
But he doesn’t come. Rather, the woman Jason Sandman mentally and physically tortured for weeks to coax the Commissioner out of retirement steps out from the back. The Butcher’s wife, Nikki Cortez, begins to make her way down to the ring dressed up in a black dress skirt and jacket with pink trim. She seems to step down to the ring with some confidence that we have not seen from her in quite some time. She carefully steps into the ring and asks for a microphone. Freddy Ferdinand hands her a microphone with pleasure.
Nikki Cortez: I must apologize for the false entrance music but that’s all I have. I’m sure if my husband were here tonight, he would have appreciated the response you all would have given him; but unfortunately, he is still at the hospital in a coma following the Butch Match from Redemption II thanks to Jason Sandman.
Wren Chesney: And I’m sure he will make a full recovery and enjoy retirement for the rest of his days!
Nikki Cortez: Shut up, Wren.
Kaito's eyes go wide as the crowd gets behind Mrs. Cortez with chants of "NIK-KI! NIK-KI! NIK-KI!" The Premiere Champion eggs on the crowd to chant even louder as Wren becomes furious.
Nikki Cortez: Now I’m sure you all want to know why I’m out here tonight and to be quite honest, I didn’t think it would come to this. When my husband retired to take over as Commissioner of this promotion, I could not have been any happier. No longer did I have to worry about him in the ring wrestling some of the most dangerous men in the world today. He would come home and be safe. I would no longer be second to his wrestling. We would be happy.
But that was far from the truth. Instead, his wrestling in the ring in front of all you fans was replaced with his job as Commissioner. Despite any choices he’s made that were questionable, I even hated him from some of the choices he made but I’ve since seen things a different way. His way. The way he needed things to be. Not for himself, but for you fans and you the wrestlers.
Now that he’s gone, all I see is a bunch of chaos happening. Power hungry people grabbing for any power that he left behind.
Mrs. Cortez sneers as Wren Chesney with a look of contempt.
Nikki Cortez: He built this company to what it is today and now you…Wren…are going to destroy it for your own egotistical ways.
Wren Chesney: Now wait just a minute there, missy…!
Kaito knocks the microphone from Ms. Chesney’s hands with a THUMP! The crowd pops for Kaito as Wren looks down at the microphone, wanting to pick it up, but remembering what happened to her last week when she bent over to pick up something, she leaves the microphone right where it is. He turns to Nikki Cortez and motions for her to continue.
Nikki Cortez: Thank you, Kaito. I know the problems my Jimmy has had with you in the past, Kaito. I’m sure many see it quite ironic that he’s in a coma after doing the very same thing to you in TNW. And I don’t know if he’s ever put his pride to the side and actually apologized for what happened between the two of you, but I know he’s sorry. He told me so.
Now as for you, Wren.
Mrs. Cortez smiles for the first time in awhile.
Nikki Cortez: It’s very presumptuous of you to think you will succeed my husband. In fact, I think it’s VERY presumptuous of anybody to think he won’t be back some day. But as for now, PWA needs a Commissioner and we all ready know who’s thrown their name into the mix. There’s you. Daz Van Dyke. And Samantha Teague Gaither.
That’s it! Wren Chesney has had enough and snatches the microphone off the mat.
Wren Chesney: You listen here! I’m the most logical choice! One created a renegade group known as Cornerstone Wrestling while the other is a bimbo who only knows how to cut hair! And she can’t even do that right!
Nikki Cortez: As I’ve noticed, Wren. Who does your hair again?
Wren Chesney: Shut up! You…!
Again, Kaito knocks the microphone out of her hands! THUMP!
Kaito: SILENCE!!! Nikki try to say something that all of us WANT to hear!
Instant pop from the fans in attendance as Wren throws a fit. VCR tries his best to calm her down. And Nikki even manages to chuckle at the Premiere Champ's comment.
Nikki Cortez: The Board has not voted yet, Wren, but they will. One vote will be missing though, and that’s the vote of the fans. The people who own stock in PWA. You know, the people represented by my husband. And since The Butcher won’t be there to vote when the time comes, I plan on voting in his place. And guess what, Wren. I don’t plan on voting for you!
Now Mrs. Chesney is irate over this, yelling that “she can’t do that!” VCR tries to calm her down but there’s no calming her down tonight!
Nikki Cortez: And Kaito, I promise you that by the end of this year, the Premiere Wrestling Alliance will have that Asian Tour. My husband planned it and it will go through.
Another huge ovation from the fans. Kaito nods in approval and turns to face the irate Wren Chesney. He folds his arms and nods his head in the direction of Nikki Cortez as if to ask Wren "you were saying?".
Wren Chesney is steaming mad now. How dare someone cross her?! She’s so mad that wig may blow off her head! She commands Victor Cornelius Roberts to get out of the ring with her. Like a good Mr. Assistant, he does as he’s told and begins to walk backstage with her again in anger. Kaito waves out to the two with a smile before turning back to Mrs. Cortez to shake her hand.
Franks: I guess that’s one vote of no confidence in Wren Chesney, Ray! I can’t believe what just transpired! The Butcher’s wife is here and is going to make sure his plans go through!
Quadros: This is terrible, Carl! We don’t need The Butcher’s influence at all! This is a new year and a new PWA! What good has he ever done anyway?
Franks: I don’t know. He hired us maybe?
Quadros: I’ll shut up now.
REGULAR RULES
Ryan Shane vs. Lucretia Black
Written by: Muru
Franks: It is time for our first match of the night. We have the returning Ryan Shane against a newcomer Lucretia Black. For those of you who don’t know Shane walked out on the PWA almost five months ago, but somehow has found his way back on the PWA roster.
Quadros: It makes me sick too! There are some things that should just be unforgivable! Here is hoping that his stay is a short one.
Franks: Looks like we are on the same page on this. I know I should be impartial, but I am rooting for Black.
[The camera cuts to the ring where Ferdinand stands with a microphone]
Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for one fall…
[The intro of “Right Now” by Van Halen begins to play throughout the arena. As soon as the music starts the crowd erupts in boos]
Quadros: Sounds like our fans haven’t forgotten either.
Ferdinand: Introducing first weighing two hundred and ten pounds, from Allen Park Michigan…”Right Now” Ryan Shane!!!!
[The entrance ramp is dimly lit as the figure of Ryan Shane makes his way out. The intro to the song then cuts to the chorus and pyro goes out as Ryan Shane makes his way to the ring. When he gets to the ring he slides in under the bottom rope. When he gets to his feet he raises his hands in the air and the boos continue]
Ferdinand: And his opponent…Lucretia Black!!!!
[The fans look to the ramp and wait for her to make her way to the ring]
Ferdinand: Lucretia Black!!!!
[There is still no sign of her as Ryan Shane looks impatient]
Franks: It looks like Lucretia Black isn’t here. I don’t know what else to say.
Quadros: Looks like we won’t be seeing Shane on the end of a beating after all.
[The referee looks confused as well and goes to exit the ring but Ryan Shane stops him. He then yells at him]
Shane: Where are you going? Start this match…and count her out!
[The referee having no choice calls for the bell]
DING DING DING
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN
[Shane points over to Ferdinand]
Shane: Now announce me as the winner!
[He reluctantly does]
Ferdinand: The winner of this match, “Right Now” Ryan Shane!!!!
[He raises his arms in victory and the fans really let him have it]
Franks: It looks like Shane picks up the victory over Black.
Quadros: That isn’t all, now he has a microphone.
[When the fans finally let up Ryan Shane begins to speak]
Shane: I know a lot of you never thought you would see me in a PWA ring again, but I guess you were wrong. Don’t blame me for being so talented that I couldn’t be kept away. You just sit out there in the crowd and at home and voice your opinion as loudly as you want to. It doesn’t matter, it never mattered. I am here no matter if you like it or not!
[The fans continue their boos]
Shane: My goal tonight was to come out here and show you all what you had been missing. But things didn’t work out quite the way I planned. When this new chick heard who she would be facing in her debut match she turned tail and ran away.
[The fans continue]
Shane: That’s right so blame her for ruining your chance at seeing me get my ass kicked. Though we all know what would have happened. Maybe we should blame whoever booked the match, but none of that matters. I picked up yet another victory and tonight begins my rise to the top once again. The only person who can stop me is me! That is a fact plain and simple.
[Shane looks towards the entrance ramp]
Shane: So who will be next? One of these new guys who think they could fill my spot? Or how about one of the mainstays? Next week maybe someone with some balls will step up. Then I can show everyone that my time is “Right Now”!!!!
[He drops the microphone as his music begins to play. He exit’s the ring to boos and makes his way to the back]
Franks: Looks like Ryan Shane wants someone to step up.
Quadros: I am sure there are plenty of guys in the back who are willing and able to knock him off his high horse.
THE SHOWDOWN
Written by: Paul & Nathan
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 entrance way with a look on his face that not even a mother could love.
Franks: Here’s comes Jason Sandman from the look on his face I don’t think he is going to just say hello.
Quadros: After the beat down he received last week from the returning JJ Biggs I don’t think anyone or anything is safe right now.
Jason Sandman slides under the bottom ropes before finding his way over to the corner and getting a microphone. A few paces around the ring and Jason is ready to speak.
Jason: I will make this simple. JJ get your fucking ass the fuck out here right now so I can take your head and add it to the mantle.
After a few seconds, "Voices" by Disturbed blasts through the speaker system. "The Featured Attraction" walks through the curtain and he stops at the top of the stage. He has a microphone already in his hand.
JJ Biggs: You called, bitch?
Franks: A prominent word from Sandman's vocabulary.
Quadros: One that won’t make Sandman happy.
Jason laughs.
Jason: Only bitch I know of is the former owner who currently has the job of whipping your pussy when you can’t quite get all the blood off. Now come a little closer I need to show you something.
A smirk appears across the face of “The Featured Attraction.” He slowly begins to walk down the ramp, staring straight at Sandman in the ring. He walks up the steps and he steps over the top rope.
Jason: Good boy. You came when called. You want your treat now puppy.
JJ Biggs: No, but maybe you want me to beat your ass in the same fashion as I did last week? wouldn't think that you would since you were crying like a little bitch afterwards. So, I suggest watching the way you talk to “The Featured Attraction” or I will have to do it again.
Jason: Bitches are the ones who attack you behind your back. When you see your final demise Biggs, I promise you that you will see it coming. I may be a violent prick, but at least I have class in game. Besides I know where to take you out and I promise no surgery will ever make it usable again.
JJ Biggs: Allowing me to see you coming is the worst mistake you will make. You, Sandman, are not capable of taking me man-to-man, face-to-face. No matter what you think you know, in the end, you know absolutely nothing.
Jason just starts laughing and has to use the ropes to hold himself up.
Jason: Commentator you been out of this game for way to long. So why don’t you walk your happy ass back over to the desk while you still have legs to walk over there with. The only Featured Attraction we have in the company now is the movies Megan Kane puts out weekly.
JJ Biggs: I've been out of this game too long? It's only been six months. Hell, it's been over a year since I sat at the commentator's desk, so this "commentator" shit is irrelevant. Do you have your head so far up Terminus' ass that you lose track of time? Pull it out, it smells better out here.
Jason: Yeah and what have you done in a year away from the desk. You feuded with the joke that is Chris Wilkins, you were handed the Premiere Title and lost it without a fight, and you managed Vendetta who fell flat on his face. Failure after Failure. Dude I will get you a blade and you can just off yourself. I would if I was you.
JJ Biggs: Failure after failure, eh? Maybe you should look in the mirror. You were lucky when you defeated Terminus for the PWA Title. What happened? Oh, that's right, you lost the title, uh, you know, without a fight to Kaito. A man, I might add, that I've beaten on countless occasions. A former PWA Atlantic Champion? A lump of shit is more valuable than that belt. And now, you're recognized as the TNW Champion... That's funny, I was TNW Champion once...when the company was actually open and the belt was relevant. So maybe you, my friend, should shut your fucking mouth because no one is a bigger failure than you.
Jason: You know that’s always the first place people go. You got lucky in beating Terminus. Luck or talent the fact of the matter is I am a former PWA World Champion and you my friend aren’t. As for the TNW Title, well let’s just say that I keep it as a trophy and a reminder that I did what no one else could have done. The Butcher doesn’t walk the halls anymore. In fact he hasn’t walked since The Butch Match finished. Remember that next time you open your mouth.
JJ Biggs: Big deal, The Butcher is aged and brittle. He hadn't wrestled in over a year before the match you had with him. It was no accomplishment so don't act like it is.
Jason: Well old man whenever you want to start your early retirement just step up and we will find out how brittle you are. I guaranfuckingtee you will break faster than Cortez ever did.
JJ Biggs: Is that right?
"The Featured Attraction" inches closer to Sandman. In fact, he gets so close that the two of them are almost touching nose-to-nose.
JJ Biggs: I'm right here. Do something about it.
Jason reaches into his pocket and pulls out his spike. He looks JJ Biggs right in the eye and taps the metal to Biggs head.
Jason: Maybe some other time. Just know I can always strike and it will come before your next sleep.
Jason then simply walks to the ropes and looks back at Biggs smiling before flipping over the ropes. Before walking up through the tunnel Jason looks back at Biggs again and mouths anytime I want. With that Jason Sandman disappears into the back.
TAG TEAM MATCH
JJ Biggs & Cross Recoba vs. Brett Lukas & Sage Christensen
Written by: Nathan
"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.
Ferdinand: The following contest is a tag-team match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Miami Florida, “The Golden Boy” Brett Lukas!
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.
Ferdinand: The following contest is a tag-team match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Miami Florida, “The Golden Boy” Brett Lukas!
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.
Ferdinand: Introducing his partner, “The Violent Messiah” Sage Christensen!
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.
Ferdinand: Introducing their opponents, first hailing from Cicero, Illinois and weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, he is “The Man Worth a Thousand Bullets” Cross Recoba!
“Space Dementia” by Muse hits the speaker system and Cross comes out from the back. He walks down the ramp and slides under the bottom rope.
Ferdinand: Introducing his partner, hailing from Miami, Florida and weighing in at an even three hundred pounds, 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. Without even discussing it with his partner, JJ steps towards the middle of the ring. It appears he’ll be starting the match and Cross will be forced to watch. Sage Christensen is starting the match for his team. The two lock up in the center of the ring. JJ has the power advantage and he tosses Sage into the ropes. Sage ducks under a Clothesline attempt and he runs off the ropes once again. This time he leaves his feet and he tries to knock JJ over with a flying Shoulder Block. JJ stumbles backwards into the ropes and his momentum nearly flips him over, but he’s able to hold on. He bounces off them and he gets kicked in the midsection by Sage. “The Violent Messiah” runs off the ropes and he comes back with a Spinning Neck breaker.
Franks: A nice neck breaker by the veteran.
Quadros: Biggs is a veteran too!
Franks: Yeah, okay?
Quadros: I was just telling you.
Biggs is back to his feet a few seconds later and Sage hits him with a right hand. He delivers another and another, he goes for another one, but this time Biggs blocks it and he nails Sage with a right of his own. He throws Sage into the ropes again and this time he nails him with a Clothesline! Sage nearly does a Backflip! Biggs grabs Sage and he pulls him up to his feet. He throws him into the corner and he charges in with a Big Splash! Sage stumbles out of the corner and Biggs powers him up and slams him on the mat with a Scoop Slam! Biggs goes to run off the ropes, but Cross slaps Biggs’ back, thus tagging him in. Biggs stops in his tracks and he looks pissed off as Cross enters the ring.
Franks: I think it’s safe to say that Biggs isn’t too happy right now.
Quadros: Of course not! He was in control of this match and Cross is trying to steal his thunder!
Biggs slowly climbs out of the ring onto the apron. Cross walks over to Sage, who has made his way to his feet and is now leaning in the corner. Cross grabs Sage and he tries to irish whip him across the ring, but Sage finds the strength to reverse it! Sage leaves Cross there and he quickly runs over to tag in Brett Lukas!
Franks: Brett is set to see his first action tonight.
Brett enters the ring and he meets Cross in the center. Brett smacks Cross across the face, and Cross drills him with a right hand. Another right, a left, another right, and he has Brett backed into the corner. He grabs Brett and he sends him flying across the ring into another corner and he charges in. He hit’s a Clothesline in the corner! Brett stumbles out and Cross grabs him and drops him to the mat with a DDT! Cross quickly ascends to the top rope and he flies off with a huge Leg Drop! He hooks Brett’s leg as the referee counts: 1.…………2.……..KICK OUT! Cross grabs Brett and he pulls him up. Cross goes for another right, but Brett ducks and he sends Cross stumbling back with a standing Dropkick! Cross stumbles into the corner next to his tag team partner, who rudely slaps his partner in the head, thus making him the legal man.
Franks: That works, I guess.
Quadros: Of course it does.
Biggs enters the ring he ducks under a right hand and he elbows Brett in the midsection! Out of no where he drops Brett with the Biggs Implant! Biggs is ready to capitalize on this, but Sage runs in and drills Biggs with a right hand. They’re going back and forth, so Cross sees this as an opportunity, he runs out of the corner and covers Brett. The referee pauses, but eventually decides “fuck it” and counts: 1.…………2.………….3!
Quadros: Cross wasn’t the legal man! He stole Biggs’ pin!
Franks: Does it really matter? Both men are winners.
Biggs disposes of Sage by throwing him over the top rope. He realizes what happened as Cross’ music is playing over the system and Cross is standing over Brett with a smile on his face. Biggs stares at Cross as it fades to a commercial.
WHERE I STAND
Written by: Okori
As Nighthawk sits in his locker room, the sold-out crowd in the Rexall Place erupting at the sight of him, the front door slowly yawns open and in walks Wren Chesney and VCR, the latter immediately turning to his right when he does so not particularly wanting to give the Chicago native any chance to further injure his shoulder, palm strike him into next millennium, or any one of the number of other assaults that have been visited on his person. Clad as he is in a white 75th Anniversary Edmonton Oilers t-shirt, blue-and-white wrestling shorts, and white crew socks having not yet changed into his boots, the “Wrestling Machine” sits back down on the wooden bench and starts to slip his boots on, not looking up as he goes about this task.
Wren: “You know, Nighthawk, I heard what you had to say while you were in Europe about how there was no way that my year of submission was going to include you. I also remember saying that you didn’t need to stand with an army or be a cornerstone. Was that about the gist of it?”
Nighthawk, still tying his boots: “Yeah pretty much.”
Wren, her voice getting harsher and a shade higher: “You’re enjoying this aren’t you? But let me ask you this: For who, for what? For them? Those idiots in the crowd wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire.”
Nighthawk, having finished tying his boots: “Let me make this clear. I stand for them because they stood for me. When I broke my back, I got two mailbags worth of cards and letters begging me to come back. When your investment in Project Catastrophe forced me on the sidelines same thing. Don’t presume to tell me what you know about them. You are just mad because Gaither made you look stupid. And tonight, Wren, so will I.”
REGULAR RULES
Sara Pettis vs. Christopher Moore
Written by: MethodCobra
Franks: Alright Gentleman, soon we will have a match between Christopher, and a Woman who have no fears to face a man. We can see in the last promo, did you see how bad she threaten Shawn Walsh?
Quadros: Yes I did and I hope Christopher Moore, will teach her a lesson cause it's was so humiliating to watch for a man, like me.
Franks: Come on Ray she just tried, to make her own mark in this business, give her a chance..!!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Ring Announcer: The following match is scheduled for one fall..!!
We can hear the crowd who go loud, has 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, down.
Ring Announcer: " On the way to the ring From Queens, New York. Standing at 5'8, and weighing in at 137 Lbs., The "Child of Fate", Sara Pettis!
Franks: Sara looks ready to amaze the fans once again, we all remember her last match against Brett Lukas.
Quadros: Yes I believe we can call that, the luck of the rookies..!!
Franks: That's wasn't even the luck to her, she beat him fair and square. I can’t wait to see what she have in reserve versus Christopher Moore.
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.
Ring Announcer: And..!! From Philadelphia Pennsylvania standing at 6'1, and weighing in at 226 lbs, * the Black out* Christopher MOOOOORES...!!!
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,
Quadros: This guy cannot stop to amaze me, and I am pretty sure, then he will exit victorious against Sara Pettis tonight, that’s my bet.
Franks: I always hate waging, cause it's wears misfortune, and you become addict to that.
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.
After that's the music fades and the two wrestlers, begin to take place at the center of the ring, waiting for the ring bell, and it's now the ref give the signal to the time Keeper to ring the bell.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Now the bell rings and both wrestlers, begin to turn around the mat, by finding the opportunity to create a opening, and they decide to start up with a tie up. It's really, really a tie between the two of them, but Moore got the advantage, and carries her near the turnbuckles. The referee of this match, tries to interfere to break the hold, and at four Moore release her as the ref begins to argue with him. Moore acts like he‘s backed off, but when the ref turn this back he give a stiff sucker punch right to the left cheek of Sara Pettis!
Quadros: Ooooww..!! What a shot by Christophers Moores..!!
Franks: Are you kidding me?!? That's was a cowardly act from this part.!!
Quadros: He’s just playing smart..!! Sometimes you will do anything possible to win the match.
Moore continues the assault on Sara Pettis, with some stomps to the back of her. After, he pick her up by the head only t set her down with a Snapmare combine with a Neckbreaker! The crowd goes oh because he use the rope for more leverage on that move. Moore run at the direction of the rope and aims the head of Sara with an Elbow drop before he decide to make the first pin of the match.
Steve Upshaw: One..!! Two..!!
Sara Pettis raise the shoulder up.
Moore raise her up once again, and he use an Irish whip to send her to the turnbuckle. He tries to charge her with a Crossbody, but she blocks it with a kick to face! After that's she runs toward him and uses a Flying Headscissor to take the Black out down! Moore quickly sits up, but doesn’t dropkick between the eyes from Sara until it’s too late! Now she climbs to the top turnbuckle!
Franks: Sara will try a high flying move, will she connected?
After getting the signal of the referee Steve Upshaw, Sara begins fling in the airs with a beautiful Swanton Bomb connected.
Franks: Swanton Bomb Connected..!! and Cover..!!
Steve Upshaw: One...!! Two..!!
Christopher Moore kicks out..!!
Sara realize it's isn’t enough to keep him down, so she approaches from the near rope, and waits until Moore gets up. She use the rope as a boost for a Saracanrana but Moore catches her in the air! He nails her with a Double Powerbomb pin.
Steve Upshaw: One...!! Two..!!
Sara Pettis Kick out..!!
Quadros: What a smart move, from the part of Moore, it's like he read at her mind.
Franks: I admit you're right with that partner.
He place her in a sitting position, and give a stiff kick right in the back of Sara Pettis. After the shot he places her stomach down in the mat. He aims at the spine with few knee drops to make her scream in the agony.
Quadros: Yeah..!! Moore Come on..!! Show her who is the man..!!
Franks: Will you stop ?
He raise up once again, but this time he place her between his legs, in the pedigree position, executing a Double underhook backbreaker onto Sara Pettis! He pick her up again but this time, she fight back to avoid the tie up and she gives him kick in the mid section before tossing him out of the ring. She realizes she is nears of the ropes. Sara use the ropes to gain momentum as she jumps outside were Moore is, and she catches him in the head with a guillotine! Nicely done by the Child of Fate Sara Pettis!
Quadros: Speaking of cheats, look what she did to Moore..!!
Franks: Like you said, she tries to use anything she can to get the victory.... ha!ha!
Sara quickly returns in the ring as she use the leg of Christopher Moore with a Jackknife pin.
Steve Upshaw: One!.....Two..!!
Moore gets the shoulder up..!!
Both wrestlers get up, and Moore quickly comes toward her, but Sara was fast enough to answer with a Jawbreaker! She then uses the ropes once again for a victory roll off Moore’s shoulders but the Blackout counters with an electric chair drop that nearly breaks her nose!
The Crowd: Owwww...!!
Franks: Oh! My god..!! What a Electric Chair drop by Moore, I hope he didn't break her nose.
Quadros: Carl you are always sentimental, when it's comes to a lady, * pathetic voice* Oh! Sara are you alright, Oh! Sara I hope you're ok Yada yada yada..!!
Franks: I don't try to date her, Ray..!!
Back to the action of the ring, Moore drags her by the arms near the turnbuckles. He climbs the top turnbuckle and waits until she stands up. Sara Pettis looks around to find Moore but it’s too late! Christopher Moore delivers a mushroom stomp onto the head of Sara Pettis!
Franks: Wooah..!! This Mushroom stomp, remind me some memory, remember Mario from the NES?
Quadros: Nope because I wasn't a geek, when I was young..!!
Christopher Moore hook the leg of Sara for a pin.
Steve Upshaw: One..!! Two..!!
Sara Pettis Kick out..!!
Moore quickly helps her up only to send her to the ropes with a Irish whip. But when Sara is nears of the ropes, she use it has a Springboard and nails Moore with a Crossbody to take him down! Moore stands up quickly, and Sara delivers a standing Dropkick to the face of Moore! Moore pops back up again with wobbly feet and doesn’t see the forearm strikes to the face until it’s too late! Forearm! Forearm! Forearm! Spinning forearm drops Christopher Moore! Sara Pettis let’s the crowd know it’s time for the end! She climbs to the top turnbuckle!
Quadros: Oh! No soon I'm going to lose my bet, it's over..!!
Franks: Aaah.!! Never underestimate a Woman Quadros..!! Especially when she can, torture a poor human being.
When she receive the signal from Referee Steve Upshaw, she flies in the airs with a Fate Sea---- No..!! Christopher Moore quickly dodges out of the way! Sara Pettis wishes she didn’t do that now as she gets up in pain. Christopher Moore collects her with a Blackout Driver with authority for the end!
Steve Upshaw: One..!! Two..!! Three..!!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Ring Announcer: The winner of this match, has a result of a Pinfall: * The Black Out* Christopher MOOOORE...!!
Franks: Wooah..!! What a match, nice strategy from the part of Moore at the end, but poor Sara Pettis suffers her first PWA loss.
Quadros: I told you Carl the winner will be Christopher Moore, in my opinion this kid will be the future of the PWA.
The theme of Moore begin to play, has he celebrates this victory, as Referee Steve Upshaw, tries to raise his arms up, but he quickly rip it from him. He rather celebrate this victory alone, and the crowd begins to boo. Christopher Moore rolls out of the ring and heads backstage, not paying attention to the crowd at all.
RASSLIN' & CATFIGHTIN' GO TOGETHER!
Written by: John
CARL: Well ladies and gentlemen, you're gonna be in for a treat. Jack "The Golden Eagle' Gaither is going to share another song with us tonight, and here he is with an updated cover version of a little "rap" called..."Rasslin'!"
RAY: Oh man...
*A cheesy musical number begins to play in the background; Jack Gaither--sporting a Wayne Gretzky Oilers jersey--has that shit-eating grin on his face as he lifts up the microphone and begins the song.*
JACK (begins a corny rap)
"Well my history teacher gave me a D,
I just told her I'll get my stupid car key,
I'm goin' to rasslin,' goin' to rasslin'.
I don't like to watch that Miami Vice,
I'd rather see your Oilers on this ice,
but I'm goin' to rasslin', goin' to rasslin'!
R-A-S-S-L-I-N...that's rasslin'! (2x)
I hate to watch Mystic J win a match with ease,
I'll watch anything that goes without a hitch;
Ol' Piercy's got that fetish with Kraft Easy Cheese,
at Playtime's Over, he'll just be my own personal bitch!
*The crowd roars with cheers and laughter at the High 'n' Low insult.*
Samantha and I went shopping at some malls,
but we found out that Wren Chesney has no balls,
so we're goin' to rasslin'! GOIN' TO RASSLIN!
R-A-S-S-L-I-N...that's rasslin'! (2x)
*Wild laughter and cheers erupt once again as Jack prepares his 2nd stanza. Unfortunately, the music gets cut off as a visibly-deranged Wren Chesney clotheslines Jack from behind!*
CARL: WAIT A DAMN MINUTE!
RAY: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
CARL: Wren Chesney has gone too far dammit!
*Ms. Chesney starts putting the boots to a downed Jack Gaither as the crowd begins littering the ring with trash.*
RAY: They're throwing garbage at the boss Carl--this ain't right!
CARL: Oh you're full of horseshit Ray; Wren Chesney deserves to be up to her knees in horseshit--LOOK AT THIS!
*An enraged Samantha Gaither makes a beeline toward the ring and quickly jumps in. The London native grabs the maniacal PWA Board member from behind, turns her around, and gives her a huge bitch-slap across her face!*
CARL: THERE YOU GO SAM!
*Samantha and Wren are trading bitch-slaps and punches as they take each other down to the canvas--and begin the greatest catfight in modern history! The two women are clawing, biting, punching, and flat-out kicking the shit of each other.*
RAY: WOO-HOO--CATFIGHT! CATFIGHT! CATFIGHT!
*Samantha rips Wren's wig and blouse off to the crowd's delight, revealing Ms. Chesney's bald head and a Calgary Flames sports bra; Sam gets off of Ms. Chesney, picks her up, and tosses her over the top as Jack tosses Ms. Chesney's wig into the stands!*
CARL: Wren Chesney's attack strategy has backfired!
RAY: Somebody call the cops!
ANYTIME, ANYWHERE
Written by: Nathan
"The Featured Attraction" is seen walking in the backstage area. He's carrying a can of Mountain Dew in his hand and he looks a little warn out from his match earlier. He turns the corner and continues down the corridor. He comes to his locker room and he reaches to open it, but before he can someone from the inside opens the door.
The former PWA World Heavyweight Champion, Jason Sandman, walks out. He has a crooked smile on his face as he stares Biggs directly in the eyes.
Jason Sandman: Anytime, anywhere... Watch your back, bitch.
JJ has a pissed off look on his face as Jason walks away. Biggs pushes the door open and he sees Michael Bourne unconscious on the floor. He's literally lying in a puddle of his blood. JJ drops the can of Mountain Dew and he runs over to Michael's side.
JJ Biggs: SOMEBODY! HELP! We need help in here!
A backstage official, who was simply walking past, hears JJ and quickly pulls out his walkie-talkie. He starts to panic and nearly drops the radio, but he gains control and he radios for medical personnel as the scene fades to Franks and Quadros.
Franks: I can't believe that son of a bitch! Jason Sandman has a problem with JJ, there was absolutely no reason to destroy Michael Bourne like he did!
Quadros: I hope Michael's all right.
I WON'T LET IT HAPPEN
Written by: TC
We return backstage in the office of Wren Chesney. She sits behind her desk, shuffling some papers, and sorting them into piles.
KNOCK KNOCK
A knock at the door is heard; wren looks up from her papers.
Wren: Come in!
From the other side of the door, TC Jagger emerges, not yet dressed for his match tonight against Methodcobra.
Wren: Ah, Mister Jagger. To what do I owe this surprise? After our little meeting last week I thought you would be handling matters by yourself.
Jagger: This isn’t about my match. I don’t need any help taking care of Methodcobra tonight.
Wren: Well then you’d better hurry, you match is coming up soon.
She says as she checks her wristwatch.
Jagger walks up and places both hands on Wren’s desk. He leans forward and speaks directly to her.
Jagger: Look, you can’t let Jack Gaither put his career on the line at Playtime’s Over.
Wren looks at Jagger, confused.
Wren: What? Of all people I’d think that you’d want to get rid of Gaither?
Jagger: That’s exactly it. I want to get rid of Gaither. If he puts his career on the line against Pierce, I won’t get a chance to fight him, he’ll be gone before I get my hands on him.
Wren: So let me get this straight. Last week I offer you help in your match, and you throw it in my face. Now this week you want me to do you a favor just so you can exact some silly revenge about the name of a company that doesn’t even exist anymore?
Jagger: Look Wren, I’m sorry for throwing your offer out the window last week. After what happened I wish I had taken your offer. But I really need this. This is the entire reason I came to PWA, so I could get my hands on Jack Gaither.
Wren leans back in her chair.
Wren: Well, I’d love to help you, but I don’t know if I can change the conditions already set for that match. Both Pierce and Gaither have already agreed on the terms, there’s not much I can do.
Jagger slams his hands on the desk, furious at her response. He turns and begins to walk to the door. Wren stops him just before he walks out.
Wren: Jagger.
TC turns around, one hand still on the door.
Wren: Try talking to Pierce. As crazy as he is, he might just listen to you.
Jagger turns and slams the door, leaving Wren behind. He walks down the hall furiously as a voice echoes in his head.
You knew she wouldn’t listen. Accept fate as it occurs to you.
Jagger: No, I won’t let it happen.
HARDCORE MATCH
MethodCobra vs. TC Jagger
Written by: Jake
Ferdinand: The following contest is set for one fall and will be contested under HARDCORE rules!
Hunter Killer by Fear Factory begins to play and MethodCobra walks out from behind a wall of smoke pulling a shopping cart behind him filled with a wide variety of “hardcore” items but doesn't notice TC Jagger walking out right behind him. Jagger slips a crutch out of the shopping cart and then grabs the cart. MethodCobra turns around to get blasted over the head with the crutch splintering it and sending Cobra staggering backwards towards the ring.
Franks: TC Jagger is not wasting anytime and has payback on his mind after what happened to him last week at the hands of MethodCobra and Jostrodomus.
Quadros: I have a feeling this match is going to get bloody.
Franks: I have no doubt, Ray, this one has been brewing for weeks now.
Jagger rams the shopping cart into MethodCobra's midsection pinning him between the cart and the ring apron. This appears to anger the much larger Canadian and he grabs the shopping cart and flips it over sending the items scattering all over the ringside area. Jagger attempts a running clothesline but MC ducks and sends him into the ring steps. Cobra then eyes a barbed wire wrapped baseball bat that was lying at his feet and picks it up. He waits for TC to stand and swings for the fences but connects with the ring post when Jagger sidesteps. MethodCobra drops the bat after hitting the solid ringpost sent a vibration up both arms.Cobra stands and shakes his hands trying to regain the feeling in them but gets hoisted up on Jagger's shoulders in position for a Samoan Drop.
Franks: TC Jagger looking for a Samoan Drop here, what a display of strength against the 300 pounder.
NO! Cobra wiggles free and drops to his feet behind Jagger and applies a Full Nelson then lifts TC up and plants him across his knee with a Full Nelson Backbreaker. The fans begin chanting “WE WANT BLOOD!” after MC executes the first wrestling maneuver in this hardcore match. MethodCobra nods his head in agreement with the fans while Jagger tries to pull himself up to his feet using the ring apron. With TC on one knee Cobra picks up a staple gun off the floor and pulls a small French Dictionary from his boot. Cobra rips a few pages and out of the book and proceeds to staple them to the forehead of TC Jagger, the sight of blood flowing down the forehead of The Original God draws a huge pop from the crowd. TC attempts to fend off the crazed Canadian with the staple gun but MethodCobra begins stapling him in the arms and shoulders.
Franks: TC Jagger is probably thinking twice about accepting this match with The Innovator of Brutality!
Quadros: I can't even watch, I just remember that time in First Grade when I stapled my finger and how bad that hurt.
Franks: Imagine how Jagger feels he's probably got about 50 staples in his head and upper torso at this point.
Out of desperation Jagger lands a low blow and pulls himself up, covered in his own blood. He rips the pages from the dictionary from his forehead and picks up a roll of barbed wire, he wraps the wire around the neck of MethodCobra who was still feeling the affects of the low blow. With the barded wire around MC's neck Jagger enters the ring for the first time in the match and uses the ropes as a pully system and begins lifting MethodCobra off the floor, hanging him and causing the barbed wire to rip into his neck and throat.
Franks: MY GOD HE'S HANGING HIM WITH BARBED WIRE!
Quadros: And these sick freaks in the crowd are cheering.
Franks: I don't think it's Jagger they're cheering, but the sheer brutality of seeing a man hung with barbed wire.
Quadros: Never ever say man and hung again.
Jagger continues to pull at the barbed wire but MethodCobra hangs on until he's pulled all the way up to the ring apron. With Cobra standing on the ring apron Jagger begins to tie him to the ropes with the wire. Jagger then rolls out to the floor while MC franticly tries to free himself from the tangled barded wire. Jagger finds what he was looking for under the ring and pulls out a huge pane of glass. Jagger slides the glass into the ring but wasted too much time and allowed MC to free himself but Jagger doesn't notice and slides back into the ring and stands the glass up in the corner. He turns around and is met with a huge spear right through the glass. The crowd explodes with “HOLY SHIT” chants.
Franks: METHOD-XPRESS! Through a sheet of glass! This one is over.
Cobra makes the cover, 1...2...3....NO LAST MINUTE KICKOUT BY JAGGER!
Quadros: How in the hell did he kick out after being speared through a sheet of glass.
Franks: I have no idea but both of these men are losing a large amount of blood.
Quadros: The mat looks like the floor of a slaughter house.
MethodCobra slaps the mat in frustration and shoves an almost lifeless TC Jagger out of the ring. Cobra then follows him out to the floor and sets up a table at ringside. MC pulls Jagger to his feet and picks him up and places him on the table. MethodCobra then climbs up onto the ring apron, preparing to jump off and put TC Jagger thought the table to TC rolls off to the floor. Jagger resilience draws a nice pop from the crowd but he just scowls at them and reaches up and punches Cobra in the gut while he stands on the ring apron. TC then hops up on the ring apron next to him and the two men begin trading punches on the ring apron just a few feet away from one of them falling off and going through the table.
Franks: What a complete war this has been, back and forth right from the start!
Quadros: It's just a matter of who can survive at this point.
MethodCobra draws back ready to deliver the knockout that would send Jagger through the table but Jagger grabs him by the arm, spins him around hooks him in a Full Nelson. MC puts up a valiant effort trying to wiggle free but comes up short as he's lifted into the air and tossed through the table with a huge Full Nelson Slam!
Franks: JAGGINATOR FROM THE RING APRON THROUGH A TABLE!
Jagger drops to the floor and pulls the pieces of broken table off of MethodCorba and makes the cover. 1...2...3!
Ferdinand: Your winner...”The Original God” TC Jagger!
Franks: He did it! TC Jagger avenges his loss and the double team attack from last week by picking up the victory in this bloody and brutal Hardcore Match!
Quadros: I'm just glad it's over, I'd go to the theater if I wanted to see a horror movie.
WREN WILL I BE FAMOUS, PART I
Written by: Liam
The long clinical looking hallway in the backstage of the Rexall Place are in need of a dash of colour and that’s exactly what they get when a few footsteps can be heard, footsteps that belong to none over than PWA’s very own Pick-Up Artist Zex, who strolls along quite happily dressed in tight skinny fit blue denims, old school 80’s Reebok Pumps, a tight fitting purple Duran Duran T-Shirt, a Russian Military fur hat and big ass Elvis Presley Glasses, he stops outside a wooden door for a moment, looks it up and down with a smile and then takes off his head phones which were nested under the hat, for a brief second you can hear the sound of “99 Problems” By Jay Z, until Zex switches off his iPod.
He Knocks on the door politely only to be hit with a muffled response...
Wren Chesney: Erm...I’m kinda stuck...I think the door is broken AGAIN!!!
Zex: Too bad, needed to speak to you...Nevermind....
Wren Chesney: Who is that?
Zex: It’s Aunt Flow, I’m here to make sure your period will run on time!
Wren Chesney: WHAT? Who the hell is it?
Zex: Whoa!!! Chillax...It’s just Zex, that’s all...
Wren: I’m not in the mood for sex...Not really...
Zex: Huh? I said ZEX as in Zack. E. Xavier!!!
Wren: Oh...Why didn’t you say so?
Zex hangs his head and looks down at his pumps as a faint ruffling sound can be heard from behind the door, he steps back a few feet as the door opens, and low and behold standing before him is the rather attractive brunette member of the board Wren Chesney...Too bad her hair isn’t real!
Wren: And how may I help you?
Zex: Can I come in?
Wren: Of course, but make this quick I’m very busy...
Zex: sure...
Wren steps aside letting Zex enter the room, Zex thinks the room is a little shabby, but then it’s not his decision to dedicate rooms now is it? He doesn’t waste much time however and sit right down on the vacant chair, Wren sits back in her chair and look Zex up and down in a rather confused fashion.
Zex: Right...I was thinking, that right here right now I put all my cards down on the table!
Wren: That’s good of you to say...So...
Zex: I just wanted to let you know, that I am 100% behind PWA when it comes to all this talk fo new commissioners and Cornerstone Wrestling, I’m past and over all that rubbish where outsiders or insiders even, think that they can do a better job than those already in place...
Wren: Than you Zack, that’s reassuring.
Zex: I have a question for you?
Wren: Go on...
Zex: Which is it L'Oréal or Herbal Essence?
Wren: What do you mean?
Zex (with a smile): You do wash your hair right?
Wren: YES! Of course I wash my hair!
Zex: So which is it? L'Oréal or Herbal Essence?
Wren: Herbal Essence, but I don’t see why this matters...
Zex laughs to himself while keeping constant eye contact with Wren making sure she notices his laugher more than usual.
Zex: Thought so, You know there was a survey that said women who use Herbal Essence are more fun to be around and are more adventurous than those who use L'Oréal...I bet you like...Dancing right?
Wren: I do actually, but how did you...
Zex: You got dancers legs, you know I’m a pretty good dancer myself, I even know how to do Salsa...
Wren: I love Salsa...
Zex: Yeah on your Doritos.
Wren: Hmm...At first I thought you were just rude, but now I think your actually pretty funny...
Zex: Nah, just rude will do fine.
Wren laughs a little as the scene fades to black.
NON-TITLE
Jostrodomus vs. Jiraiya Kaito
Written by: Jay
Franks: Are you as excited about this next match as I am, Ray?
Quadros: No. Why would I be excited about a match that involves a Chinese guy and Joz?
Franks: You know Kaito is Japanese, Ray. Quit being stupid.
Quadros: Maybe he lied to us. You never know, Carl.
Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
"Enemy" by Sevendust blasts over the PA system as the fans start to cheer. Smoke fills the entrance way and Jostrodomus emerges from the smoke arms in the air, fist clinched, ready to fight. He walks down to the ring with that shit-eating grin on his face that we've all become accustomed to and arrogantly gets into the ring as the fans continue cheering. He throws his arms in the air for one last firework show and pop from the fans before leaning against the ropes before the match starts.
Ferdinand: From Los Angeles, California. Weighing 265 pounds, "The Number One Stunna" Jostrodomus!
Franks: These fans all love Joz as he gets set to mix it up with the Premiere Champion in a non-title match.
Quadros: I wish it was for the title. I don't like the thought of a foreigner holding the Premiere championship.
Franks: *sigh*
A dragon roar is heard over the arena speakers, which causes the lights in the arena to go out. The first eight notes of "G.W.D." by Thee Michelle Gun Elephant blare over the speakers as red lights illuminate the arena. On the next eight notes, the lights turn blue. On the next eight notes, the red lights illuminate the arena again. On the next eight, the blues lights shine again. This procedure goes back and forth as the song progresses. But once the lead guitar begins playing, fire explodes from the stage area. At the same time, Jiraiya Kaito is launched from underneath the stage and lands on one knee as the blue and red lights go through a strobe effect, almost seizure-like. With his head hanging down, Jiraiya Kaito stands up while the fans show their appreciation for him. A second or two pass before Jiraiya Kaito finally looks up. He then begins to walk down to the ring with a look of determination on his face, taking notice of the many fans that are lined up along the sides of the entrance ramp. Once at the end of the ramp, Jiraiya Kaito stops walking and stares into the ring. A few more seconds pass before he grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up onto the ring apron. Kaito then walks over to the nearest corner and leaps up onto the top turnbuckle, facing the ring. He holds his hands above his head and brings them together in prayer-mode. He takes a deep breath before leaping off the top turnbuckle and lands on one knee while pounding the middle of the ring with a single fist, causing flames to erupt from all four ring posts... two of them with red flames and the other two with blue flames. The lights return to normal as he looks up from his kneeling position. He stands upright and soaks in the admiration from the fans in attendance.
Ferdinand: From Naha, Okinawa, Japan. Weighing 189 pounds, he is the PWA Premiere champion, "The Seiryuu" Jiraiya Kaito!
The bell rings and this match is underway. Joz and Kaito have a brief staredown, much to the delight of the fans. They lock up, collar-and-elbow, with Joz holding the advantage. He locks in a headlock on the smaller Kaito, grinding on the side of his head. Kaito backs Joz into the ropes and launches him with an Irish whip, but Joz doesn't go too far and turns around and elbows Kaito in the head. Kaito is rocked back, bouncing off the ropes and gets scooped up by Joz into a big-time powerslam. Kaito arches his back off the mat, writhing in pain, as Joz drops a knee across the throat of The Seiryuu.
Franks: Joz in control from the early going. He wants to make a statement here tonight, Ray.
Quadros: And what would that be? He's finally going to retire?
Franks: I don't think that's the statement he's going for.
Quadros: That's the statement I want him to go for.
Joz picks Kaito off the mat and hits a beautiful belly-to-belly suplex on the smaller man, tossing him across the ring like a ragdoll. Joz cockily gets up and raises his hands in the air, which draws cheers from the crowd. As he walks over to Kaito, Kaito kips up and kicks Joz right in the chest with a flash kick! This gets the crowd cheering even more, as Joz gets to his feet and is backed into the corner by Kaito. Kaito motions to the crowd to quiet down a bit, and they oblige, as Kaito unleashes a vicious onslaught of one-hundred chops in rapid succession across the chest of The Number One Stunna!
Franks: Good Lord, Ray! Joz's chest has been turned into ground beef with those vicious chops!
Quadros: So the Korean kid can chop, big deal.
Franks: You know, you're in a really bad mood tonight.
Quadros: Sue me. My wife told me she's a lesbian.
Franks: Really. That's surprising.
Quadros: How is that surprising?
Franks: I had no idea you had a wife.
Joz is reeling in the turnbuckle, holding his chest, which is bright red. Kaito is in the corner across the ring and starts running towards Joz. Then, displaying agility and focus, he cartwheels and hits an enzuigiri on Joz, causing him to fall on his face! The crowd is chanting "Kai-to! Kai-to! Kai-to!" as Jiraiya falls in for the cover: one, two, thre-- SHOULDER UP. Kaito sits on his knees for a minute, catching his breath. Joz gets to his feet, a bit groggily, as Kaito unloads with a set of vicious martial arts attacks: a kick to midsection, a kick to lower back, kick to the midsection, kick to the middle of Joz's back, kick to his chest, kick to his upper back, and finally finished off with a big enzuigiri. Kaito again with the cover: one, two, three! Kaito wins! Kaito wins! Wait, referee Mickey Vann is saying no, Joz's shoulder was up before the three, and you can see the disappointment register on Kaito's face.
Franks: How close was that? I thought Kaito won.
Quadros: C'mon, Vann! Just end this match and say you can't count! I'm really getting bored of this match, already.
Franks: How can you be bored of a wrestling match?
Quadros: I'm seeing nothing worth looking at.
Franks: You mean, the female factor is missing.
Quadros: Bingo.
Franks: You, my friend, are one sad, sad man.
Quadros: Tell me about it.
Kaito brings Joz to his feet and hits him with a stiff chop to the chest, which Joz retaliates with by chopping Kaito back. Then, Kaito with a chop! Joz! Kaito! Joz! Kaito! Joz! Kaito! Kaito! Kaito! Kaito goes for a fourth chop, but Joz ducks, spins around and nails a huge German suplex, folding Kaito in half! The crowd cheers in response as Joz gets up, picks up Kaito, and positions him for a suplex. Joz lifts up the smaller man, but Kaito wriggles free and hits a Dragon stunner! Both men are out in the ring as Mickey begins the mandatory ten-count.
Franks: What a counter by Kaito!
Quadros: That woke me up. That Egyptian kid is incredibly talented.
Franks: How the hell does Kaito go from being Japanese, to Chinese, to Korean, to Egyptian?!
Quadros: Ask Wren. She knows more about him than I do. I'm just gonna keep guessing until I get it right.
At six, Joz stirs and slowly gets to his feet, but Kaito is still down. Joz is fully at his feet by the count of eight and hits a big leg drop across Kaito's throat. Joz does this a second and third time before signalling the end is here for Jiraiya Kaito.
Franks: This is it, Ray! It's over!
Quadros: Finally! Now I can go get the number of the hot blonde in the front row near the entrance ramp.
Franks: What hot blonde?
Quadros, pointing: The one over there. Left side.
Franks: Oh that one. Yeah, Ray, that's a dude.
Quadros: The hell it is! It's a woman. She waved at me.
Franks: Does her mustache make her look more or less feminine?
Quadros, obviously looking closer: Fuck you, Carl Franks. Fuck you to the Seventh Layer of Hell.
Franks: I love my job.
Joz cradles Kaito's arm over his shoulder and taunts him a little bit before nailing the Number One Stunna! Joz with the cover: one, two, three! It's over! Jostrodomus is victorious! No, Mickey Vann is telling Joz that Kaito rolled his shoulder out just before the three. Joz can't believe it and argues with Mickey as Kaito gets to his feet, dazed and confused. Joz sees this and runs over to him, but Kaito ducks as Joz bounces off the ropes and Kaito hits the Flying High Kick! Joz is holding his chin as he rolls on the ground. Kaito picks up Joz and Irish whips him. Kaito with a handspring elbow attempt, but Joz ducks out of the way, Kaito lands on his feet and turns around and gets The Tweety Bird Special! Joz just about kicked Kaito's head off his body! Joz falls on top of Kaito for the cover: One! Two! Thre- BIG KICKOUT BY KAITO!
Franks: This match just don't want to end, Ray! Both these guys are pulling out their big time moves, and it's doing nothing!
Quadros: I'm still not impressed.
Franks: Then go talk to the 'hot blonde' over there and be impressed.
Quadros: Go to hell.
Joz mutters something at Kaito as he picks him up and sets him up for a powerbomb. Joz continues to mock Kaito as he goes to pick him up, but Kaito blocks the attempt and lifts up Joz and hits the Todome Da! Joz is out cold on the mat. However, instead of going for the pin, Kaito sees exactly where he's positioned and signals for his finisher. Kaito gets up and goes up to the turnbuckle, to the very top. He bows at the fans, who cheer in anticipation of the move and jumps off backwards and lands the Ryubakudan! This has got to be all! Kaito's hooks the leg: One! Two! Three! This one is over for sure.
Ferdinand: Here is your winner, the PWA Premiere champion, "The Seiryuu" Jiraiya Kaito!
Franks: My God what a match that was, Ray. Back and forth action, top to bottom. Very, very impressed with both of these two.
Quadros: My hat's off to Kaito. He definitely has proven that he deserves to wear that Premiere championship.
Franks: You mean that?
Quadros: Maybe. Will it get me off the hook about that dude that looks like a chick?
Franks: No.
Quadros: Then to hell with it. This match blew worse than a Jose' Jose' jobbing.
Franks: Don't be all sour because you told millions of people worldwide that you're gay.
WREN WILL I BE FAMOUS, PART II
Written by: Liam
Leon Murphy; Zex’s Lawyer and Manager is seen trolling down the hallway he knows who Zex was talking about earlier this week but has something important to tell him, and so Leon approaches the door of PWA Board of Directors member Wren Chesney...Leon stops outside and puts his ear to the door...Only to hear the sound of giggling and laughter coming from both Zex and Wren...With that said Leon decides to leave his message for Zex until later...
SUBMISSION MATCH
Jack Gaither vs. Captain Howdy
Written by: Andrew
The opening phrase "God works in mysterious ways.." from "One Vision" is played, but the lights go out, and the intro to "Cosmos Rockin'" starts up. Various images of Jack Gaither's matches flash by on the big screen; at the height of the intro, the words "THE GOLDEN EAGLE FLIES AGAIN!" appear on screen. Gold-colored pyro and green confetti go off as Jack Gaither and Samantha Teague make their way to the ring, giving every fan sitting near the ramp a high-five along the way. Once in the ring, Samantha and Jack pose to the cheering crowd as more green-and-gold confetti falls from the ceiling.
The lights dim, as "Captain Howdy" begins to play. He walks out from the back, by himself, neither looking into the crowd, or back the way he came. The Captain slides under the bottom rope, then stands, glaring out into the distance, head cocked as if he is listening to someone. He nods once, then removes his jacket and hands it to the attendant, along with his walking stick, giving them stern instructions to take care of it. He then puts his back into the nearest corner, and watches and waits for the match to begin.
(Referee Steve Upshaw signals for the opening bell, and the Captain breaks out into that trademark smile as he slowly advances toward his his opponent. For his part, Gaither spents a moment cautiously circling around Howdy, but then pauses, and then charges toward Howdy, laying into him with a series of forearm shivers to the jaw. The Captain stumbles back a couple of steps from this assualt, and the Golden Eagle presses the issue by attempting to whip his opponent into the ropes. Nope! Not happening. Howdy reverses into a short arm knee to the gut to double his rival over, and then cracks him with a wicked European Uppercut that deposits him on the mat!)
(Gaither slowly begins to climb to his feet while holding his jaw, and the Captain grabs a handful of hair and helps him up the rest of the way before cinching in a tight side headlock. Howdy cranks on the hold for a few seconds as Gaither searches for a way to escape the hold, and then takes him over his hip to the mat and smiles once more as he continues to exert pressure to the hold. However, that smile disappears when Gaither reaches up with his legs and reverses into a headscissors. After a moment, the Captain is able to work himself into position where he can kip up and out of the hold, and then proceeds to charge at his opponent with a clothesline as his opponent begins to rise. No! Gaither drops down and uses his opponent's momentum to execute a deep armdrag that sends the Captain skidding along the mat. More angered than hurt, Howdy immediately rises and charges at his foe once more, only to be taken down with a second armdrag, which is converted into a tight Armbar!)
(Samantha lets out a cheer and applauds happily as Gaither applies as much pressure as he can to the armlock. The Captain winces in pain, but keeps his cool and quickly works his way to his feet before firing a stiff forearm to the jaw that forces his rival to release his grip on the hold. The Captain then presses the issue by whipping him into the ropes, and then catches him on the rebound and attempts to take him down with a Hiptoss. However, Gaither spins out of it and then tries a Hiptoss of his own! Blocked! The Captain then traps both of his opponent's arms between his and then fires off a series of brutal headbutts to the nose that draws the first blood of the match, and then takes him over with a nice Trapped-Arm Suplex! Samantha lets out a gasp of horror as she watches Gaither crash to the mat, while Howdy's smile returns as he slowly saunters over to the rising Gaither, and proceeds to drive his knee into his opponent's bloody nose! The Golden Eagle flops down to the mat as if in slow motion, and the Captain's evil grin grows just a little bit wider as stands over his rival and admires his handiwork.)
(Pulling his wounded rival off the mat, the Captain proceeds to take him back down with a Snapmare, and then follows up with a kick to the spine that causes Gaither to cringe in pain! Howdy races off the ropes and connects with a Running Kick to the spine that elicits a cry of anguish from Samantha as soon as it lands! Howdy props Gaither back up to a seated position and then proceeds to leap up and nail with a Basement Dropkick to the back of the head! Satisfied that he's done enough damage, the Captain then pulls his rival up to a seated position once more and then applies the Tongan Nerve Hold that he calls the Pez Dispenser! Gaither's face is a mask of pain as Howdy digs in with his fingers and tells him that he can quit at any time. Upshaw asks the Golden Eagle if that's what he want to do, but Gaither simply shakes his head in refusal! At that moment, the Golden Eagle seems to get a second wind, and powers his way back to his feet before digging an elbow into his rival's gut...followed by another...and a third! Howdy won't let go of the Nervehold, though; in fact, he proceeds to nail his rival using his free hand with a throat-thurst, and then applies a mandible claw while keeping a hold of the orginal submission!)
Franks: POP-TOP HEAD!
Quadros: Get ready folks...because, as soon as Gaither's head pops off his shoulders, we'll all find out what's inside! My guess is nothing...but I could be wrong.
(Gaither struggles against the effects of the Pop-Top as best he can, and desperately attempts to pull himself toward the ropes. Howdy has other ideas, though, and simply stamps down hard on the mat and shoves him onto his back as he continues to exert pressure on the hold. Jack's attempts at resistence appear to have subisided, and Upshaw checks his hand to see if there's still life. It falls! He checks once more! It falls AGAIN! He checks for the final time...and it stays up! As Samantha leads the crowd in a chant of "Gaither! Gaither!", Gaither pulls himself off the mat once more, and then, in a last-ditch effort to break the hold, rakes the eyes of the Captain, causing Howdy to release the Pop-Top, and stumble backward as he blinks rapidly in order to clear his vision. He still looks to be in better shape than his opponent, though, who has stumbled against the ropes and is now trying desperately to catch his breath, so it's no surprise when Howdy quickly recovers and the charges toward his rival. What is of surprise, though is that Jack is able to duck out of the way, and then send the Captain flying over the top rope and to the arena floor with a back bodydrop!)
(Gaither's eyes go wide with exceitement as he stares down at the Captain as the latter begins to rise, and, realizing that this is his best chance to turn the match in his favor, he instantly races off the other set off ropes and hurls himself over the top rope into a Corkscrew Plancha onto his opponent! "Holy Shit!" Holy Shit! Not wasting a moment, Jack proceeds to rain down a series of mounted punches onto the bewildered Howdy, and then pulls him up by his mop of hair and then proceeds to ram him back-first into the ring apron before rolling him back into the ring. Gaither then hops onto the ring apron, and slingshots himself into a Legdrop that connects flush across his opponent's throat, and then lets out a loud battle cry as he pulls Howdy back to his feet and executes a nice Vertical Suplex, before floating over and cinching in a tight Guillotine Choke/Bodyscissors combo!)
Crowd: Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!
(Gaither rocks back and forth on the hold in an effort to choke the breath out of his rival, as the Captain desperately searches for a means to escape the choke. Howdy tries to drag himself toward the ropes, but Jack simply rolls back back toward ring center, earning a loud pop from the crowd in the process! Howdy's efforts to resist the hold appear to wane, and now Upshaw checks HIS had to see if there's life. It fal...no, it stays up! Summoning up all the strength that he has, Howdy hauls himself to his feet, picks up Gaither, and then falls backward into a modified Cradle DDT that deposits Gaither directly onto his head!)
(The Captain takes a moment to shake off the effects of the submission hold, and then turns his attention back to his rival as the latter stumbles to his feet. Sprinting at the Golden Eagle, Howdy dives forward into a wind-up Lariat that nearly knocks Gaither out of his boots when it connects. Not wasting a moment, the Coney Island native pulls his rival up and then quickly takes him over into a Vertical Suplex, before converting it into a Neckbreaker at the last moment. Howdy then pulls Gaither up to a seated position and applies a Neck Vise to do further damage to the reigon he's targeted throughout the match. Samantha urges Jack to keep fighting, and he complies by issuing a flat refusal when the official asks him if he wants to quit. Once again, Gaither finds the energy to pull himself off the mat, and fire a series of elbows to the gut that cause Howdy to break the hold. Gaither then whips his opponent back-first into the nearest corner, and then attempts to follow him with a Flying Clothesline! Nobody Home! The Golden Eagle crashes against the turnbuckles and stumples backward, directly into the grasp of Howdy as he applies the Sleeperhold that he calls the Time Out!)
(Gaither's eyes go wide as Howdy begins to wrench back and forth on the sleeper while pulling him back to the center of the ring. Upshaw asks him again if he wants to quit...NO! The Golden Eagle continues to fight against the effects of the hold, and is somehow able to shift positions and counter into a Backdrop Suplex that sends Howdy crashing to the mat! Both men remain on the canvas following that last exhange, and begin to exhange punches as they pull themselves off the mat! Howdy with a right hand! Gaither fires back in return! Howdy with another punch! Gaither with one of his own! Howdy! Gaither! Howdy! Gaither! OH! Howdy appears to win the exchange with a nasty uppercut to the thoat that sends Gaither reeling to the ropes. Howdy then proceeds to whip his rival into the other set of strands and then rebounds off the other set of strands into Running Yakuza Kick. Ducked! Gaither does a baseball slide to avoid being decpatitated, and then waits for his opponent to charge off the ropes toward him before driving him head-first into the mat with his patented SAMBA SLAM!)
(After taking a few moments to collect himself, Gaither gets up and watches his opponent begin to struggle drunkenly to his hands and knees, and then bounces off the 2nd rope into an Asai Moonsault that lands flush across his back! As the crowd goes ballistic, and Samantha jumps up and down, he then proceeds to apply the STF that he calls THE DOUBLE WHAMMY! Howdy's eyes go saucer wide as the hold is cinched in, and lets out a loud cry as Gaither drives wreches back on the submission for all that he's worth! Upshaw asks him if he wants to quit, but is given a stern refusal in response. The Captain begins the task of pulling himself toward the strands to break the hold, and slowwwwly begins to make some progress in this goal. Gaither continues to crank on the submission for all that he's worth, and, for a moment, it seems as though as though the Captain might have passed out as his efforts to break the hold seem to subside. But then, with one final effort, Howdy reaches out and JUST manages to grab onto the bottom strand as everyone in the arena lets out a loud groan of frustration!)
(Gaither takes a couple of deep breaths in order to collect himself, and then proceeds to pull Howdy up by the hair before clocking him with a stiff running forearm that sends him stumbling back into the corner. With all his might, the Golden Eagle then picks his opponent up, places him on the top rope, and then follows him up and looks to take him over with a Superplex! Blocked! Howdy digs in some hard kidney punches, but Gaither fires back with some hard right hands to the face. Undaunted, Howdy connects with a headbutt that causes his rival to crash to the mat, and then follows up with a Diving Clothesline off the top that turns Gaither inside out as he rises off the mat! Howdy doesn't waste a moment as he pulls his rival back to his feet, and executes a vicious Dragon Suplex, before transitioning into the Full Nelson Camel Clutch that serves as his best known submission hold!)
Quadros: BACK TO THE ROCKING HORSE! THAT'S IT!
Franks: Not yet! Gaither's fighting it!
(Indeed, Gaither shakes his head in refusal as his rival cranks back on the hold for all that he's worth, and tries desperately to pull himself toward the ropes. Howdy, of course, is having none of that, and proceeds to ram his opponent's face into the mat again and again and again and AGAIN whie keeping a hold of the full nelson before reapplying the submission. By now, Gaither's nose and mouth and bleeding profusely, and Upshaw asks him once more if he want to quit! NO! Gaither refuses! Howdy shakes his head, and then rams his head into the mat some more, before pulling Gaither back into the submission! Upshaw checks to see if there's any fight left in Gaither: his hand falls once....twice....and it stays up for a third time! Looking very displeased, Howdy proceeds to pull Gaither off the mat, and then lifts him up and spikes him down hard with his Playtime's Over Vertebreaker, before repallying the Full Nelson Camel Clutch, and then repeatedly ramming his foe's face back into the mat! Samantha is tearfully screaming "Stop the Match!" and a very pale Upshaw agrees and orders the timekeeper to ring the bell before any more damage can be done.)
Ferdinand: Here is your winner.....by referee stoppage...Captain Howdy!!!
LOVE HAS EVERYTHING TO DO WITH IT
Written by: Dan
Peirce Cavanaugh is seen marching up to the office of Wren Chesney, he has his mind set on one thing and one thing only, he makes his way right to the door and then stops being struck with horror at the sound of Wren and another man laughing and giggling. His face boils up and he bursts the door open, to see none other than The Artist Zex holding Wren by the waist and dropping her down inches away from the floor with a slasa dance move, before popping her back up to her feet.
Peirce: Baby? What in the good name of Kraft are you doing?
Zex: Ha, ha! Looks like I’ll leave you two alone! Ha, ha....
Zex looks back a Wren with a wink and then makes his way out of the door, as he heads down the corridor leaving Peirce and Wren alone Zex shouts something.
Zex (shouting): Yo Peirce, she’s a good dancer maybe you should take her sometime?
Wren: You don't have to take me dancing. Really.
Pierce: Wren, I fell like we are drifting apart. What did I do to make you so unhappy?
-She looks confused.
Wren: I'm not unhappy.
Pierce: Oh good!
-He runs up and hugs her. He holds her tight as he leans his head on her shoulder.
Pierce (In near whisper): I love you.
Wren: What?!?!
Pierce: Nothing.
TOLD YOU I'D MAKE A FOOL OUT OF YOU, WREN
Written by: Okori
As Violation comes back from commercial break the opening strains of “Holding Out For A Hero (Sweet Home Chicago Intro)” booms out over the sound speakers and Nighthawk walks out from behind the curtain and down the ramp, carrying a laundry bag in front of him. Sliding underneath the bottom rope and taking the bag with him he asks for a microphone from the ring announcer and a chair. Getting what he wants the Chicago native sits down and undoes the bag, pulling out first a pair of garish American-flag trunks and boots.
Nighthawk: “earlier tonight someone you might have heard of, Wren Chesney Firstly these are the trunks and boots that I wore when I started my career. And from the moment I first stepped into the ring I knew that it’s what I wanted, and that I found my calling.”
Next Nighthawk pulls out a black-and-purple spray-paint style combination of trunks and boots.
“Now, until PWA started, these were the colors you knew me to wear. Black and Purple. Just felt right. Dark, mysterious, foreboding. But no matter where or what I was, or where or what I did it for or to, I always was comforted by the knowledge that I'd always have you to tell me if I was doing the right thing or the wrong thing. Again, Wren, I told you I'd make a fool of you. This crowd would help me, and has, more times than I can count. And tonight, when I face Jake Keeton, they’ll help me again.
Goodnight Wren. May sleep give you the courage to go on.”
TAG TEAM MATCH
Cornerstone Wrestling vs. High N' Low
Written by: Neil
"Hunting High and Low" by Stratovarius plays over the PA system, as the lights in the arena strobe blue and red. After a few minutes, Mystic J. and Pierce Cavanaugh emerge from the curtain to a mix of cheers and boos from the crowd. Mystic and Pierce walk down the ramp and head towards the ring. Mystic climbs up on the apron and over the top rope. As Mystic climbs over the top rope, Pierce slides in underneath, basically between Mystic's legs. Pierce runs over to one of the turnbuckles and incites, then backwards somersaults off the rope, at the same time Mystic raises a balled fist into the air, for a monstrous blue and red pyro from the turnbuckles.
Then “Sanctuary” by Cavalera Conspiracy begins to play as the Cornerstone Wrestling representatives walk out. Freya Kane Ragnal and the PWA World Heavyweight Champion, Terminus, stop on the entrance ramp for a moment to play the crowd. Freya raises her hands in the air to get the crowd to pop for her while Terminus shows off the Championship belt. The two Cornerstone Wrestling members step into the ring and begin to talk over some game plan while High N’ Low start to bark out some threats.
Franks: Before Violation 52 these two teams didn’t even exist. In fact, the partners here tonight were actually facing each other in the ring last week.
Quadros: That’s right, Carl. Last week, Wren Chesney recruited both Pierce Cavanaugh and Mystic J into her cause against Cornerstone Wrestling. As strange as they might be as a team, sometimes opposites coming together create something great.
Franks: And as for Freya Kane Ragnal and Terminus, well, they were sparring for the Championship in the main event last week! Terminus retained and as a result of the loss, Freya had to join CW.
Quadros: I’m not too sure about this team, Carl. Being forced to team with somebody? I don’t know. She’s walking around with a smile on her face but is she really happy? I guess we’ll see.
Both teams fine tune their game plans before Referee Sasha Brown calls for the bell! Ding! Ding! After some discussion, Pierce Cavanaugh steps out onto the ring apron to let Mystic J start this off. Terminus looks poised for the showdown but Freya Kane Ragnal has other ideas as she requests to start thing against the large man. Terminus gives her the stage and steps out onto the apron, showing some trust in the small woman. Mystic J scoffs a little with a smile, even mocking that he’s going to snap her in half.
The two circle around the ring for a moment until Freya stops and wants to tie up. The large 300-pound Mystic J obliges and locks up. He seems to toy with her for a moment, making it look like Freya has a legitimate chance to win this lock-up before he simply pushes her back into a neutral corner. He crowds Freya in the corner, putting his body weight into her before Referee Sasha Brown asks for a clean break. J backs off without much issue to give the “puny” girl her space.
Franks: Obviously Mystic J doesn’t have much respect for Freya being in the ring.
Quadros: Quit playing around, J. Destroy her!
Mystic J apparently didn’t here Ray Quadros’ request for a massacre as he puts his hands behind his back, sticks his chin out, and dares the woman to hit him with all she’s got. Disrespected by this display, Freya slaps J across the face! WHOOOO! Mystic recoils for a moment but stands firm. He dares her to do it again! CHOP! WHOOOOOO! Mystic J shakes his head as a red handprint begins to form on his cheek. She has some power behind those shots but he’s not going to show a wince of pain. He dares her one more time to slap the taste out of his mouth. Forearm to the face by Freya! Another forearm! Another! Another! Another! The crowd pops as she backs him across the ring with a series of forearms to the face! Standing dropkick to the chin by Freya Kane Ragnal sends Mystic J sprawling against the ropes! With her opponent dazed, Freya Kane goes for an Irish whip! Reversed by Mystic J with some power! Off the ropes comes Freya with a jumping forearm!…NO! Mystic J catches her in mid air and dumps her behind his back with a good old fashion Samoan drop!
Franks: Oh!
Quadros: That’ll take the spunk out of her panties, Carl.
Freya Kane Ragnal is curled up and holding her head as Mystic J looks down at her. He flattens her out and makes the cover…1…2.…KICK OUT! Okay, she’s going to be that way, eh? Mystic J has had enough fun and games with this babe and begins to put the boots to her. The crowd gives the Mystic One the boo birds as he stomps the crap out of a downed woman. BOOO!! He pays no attention as he once again goes for a cover! 1...2...KICK OUT!
Not exactly thrilled this woman will not stay down, Mystic J picks her up off the mat. Pierce Cavanaugh yells out “quick playing around with the girl and get down to business!” J agrees with this idea as he hoists her up for a mat implanting power bomb! NO! Quick reversal hurricane rana by Freya Kane Ragnal sends Mystic J to the canvass! The crowd pops as Freya gets up just as Mystic is! Spinning heel kick by Kane Ragnal is caught by Mystic…no, back kick enziguri by Freya to counter! Cover by FKR! 1!…2!….KICK OUT by Mystic J tosses Freya into the air!
Franks: Powerful kick out by Mystic J!
Quadros: She’s nothing more than a sandbag, Carl. He can do this all night long.
Freya Kane Ragnal pops up and runs towards the ropes as Mystic slowly gets to his feet. She bounces off and nails him right in the left knee with a low drop kick! Mystic J falls to one knee in pain. Freya grabs him by the head…short implant DDT from the knee! Another cover by Freya! 1!…2!…THR…KICK OUT! Terminus seems to be impressed at this display by his female tag team partner while Pierce Cavanaugh can’t help but chuckle a little at his partner’s plight. It’s almost as funny as when Jack Gaither LOST to Freya Kane Ragnal.
Freya gets up and runs towards the ropes for some momentum. Before she can even do what she had planned, Mystic J explodes off the canvass with a clothesline that turns FKR halfway inside out! OH! Mystic J gets up with a little bit of a limp and grabs her by the hair. With frustration, anger, embarrassment and a little bit of everything thing else in between, the big man lifts the lady into the air with a delayed vertical suplex! He holds her up in the air without much difficulty as he hair falls into his face. With some spinning action…BAM! Vertical suplex arcs Freya Kane Ragnal’s spine!
Franks: Oh man that was loud there!
Quadros: Some chicks like it rough, Carl. How about your wife?
Franks: Shut it!
This time Mystic J hooks the leg! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!! Terminus flirted with the idea of a break-up but stopped halfway through the ropes. The crowd pops as Mystic J gets to his feet. Perhaps a little morally defeated by a woman a third of his size, J tags out to Pierce Cavanaugh. He looks at Mystic and tells him to “watch this” before he stalks Freya Kane Ragnal. He tells her to get up, all pumped up over the opportunity to beat some Cornerstone ass for his girlfriend Wren Chesney.
Freya Kane Ragnal sits up and then gets to a knee while holding her lower back in pain. Cavanaugh challengers her to get up before grabbing the girl from behind for a suplex! NO! FKR blocks the suplex attempt with her foot! Cavanaugh reaches a little higher to power her over! No! Blocked again! He reaches a little higher for some more leverage…he stops with shock!
Franks: I hope the Feminist League of America isn’t watching!
The crowd roars as Pierce Cavanaugh stops dead in his tracks behind Freya Kane Ragnal…hands firmly wrapped around her breasts! He let’s her go and backs away, looking at his hands in horror and yelling out “I’m sorry, Wren! I’m sorry!” FKR is not sorry as she turns around and plasters Pierce in the face with a spinning backfist! She tags out to Terminus!
In comes the PWA World Heavyweight Champion as he collects the stunned Cavanaugh and whips him off the ropes. Pierce returns only to run through as Terminus hops him. Now Terminus off the ropes as he and Cavanaugh meet once again in the middle of the ring! Arm drag by Terminus! PC back up…another arm drag by Terminus! Cavanaugh shoots back up again with wobbly feet…Terminus catches him again with a Nighthawk-like arm drag into an arm bar. The Champion wrenches back on Cavanaugh’s arm, threatening to dislocate it. In comes Mystic J illegally and kicks Terminus in the back of the head to break up the hold!
Franks: That was an uncalled for cheap shot by Mystic J!
Quadros: He’s doing whatever he pleases, Carl. Who’s the boss? Not Tony Danza!
Referee Sasha Brown tries to hold Mystic J off as he stomps on Terminus’ head a few times. Illegally he pushes his way past her and lifts Terminus into the air and drops him with a choke bomb! Feeling satisfied about his work, J returns to the ring apron to leave Pierce Cavanaugh in position to make the cover. Referee Sasha Brown shoots in late…1!…2!…THR…KICK OUT!!
Pierce Cavanaugh hoists Terminus up and tosses him with a snap suplex! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp by Cavanaugh! He runs towards the ropes and comes off with a final springboard stomp onto Terminus! Again he hooks the leg! 1!…2!…THREE….KICK OUT!! He turns the Champion over into a Boston Crab! Terminus clutches his mask as Cavanaugh leans back, trying to hyperextend the Champion’s knees! He reaches out towards the ropes now, trying to find a way out but they’re too far away.
Freya Kane Ragnal starts clapping on the ring apron, being a team player as she wills on her partner. Now the crowd starts to get into it! Terminus is able to power himself up onto the palms of his hands, pushing and willing himself a little closer to those ropes! Freya is waving her hands around like wild child, trying to get her partner to feed off of these fans! Again, Terminus keeps on pushing himself! Getting closer! Getting closer! He reaches out!…He’s got the bottom rope!
Franks: Terminus has the bottom rope! Let him go, Pierce!
Quadros: Not until the referee says so!
Referee Sasha Brown starts her count…1! 2! 3! Wait here comes Mystic J into the ring again illegally! Referee Brown cuts him off at the pass but in return has to stop counting! As she’s arguing with Mystic J to get back to his corner, Terminus is feeling the pain as Pierce Cavanaugh does not let go of the Boston Crab! Nobody is telling him to let go so he’s digging in deep, even if he blows out one of Terminus’ knees!
Franks: Damn it, J! Get back to your corner!
He continues to argue with Referee Brown, not giving her any respect at all. Cavanaugh reels back even more, trying to get Terminus’ feet to touch his back! Freya Kane Ragnal has seen about enough and climbs to the top turnbuckle. With the referee’s back turned still, Freya jumps off with a missile drop kick that makes Mystic J wish he had listened in the first place! He sprawls backwards and falls out of the ring as Referee Brown turns back around! 1! 2! 3! 4! Pierce Cavanaugh has to let go but the damage is done!
FKR returns to her corner with J out of the way and watches as Pierce Cavanaugh stomps on Terminus’ knees. Stomp! Stomp! Cavanaugh grabs the Champion by the head and drops him with a northern lights suplex! Bridge! 1!…2!…THR…KICK OUT! Cavanaugh pops up and again kicks Terminus in the legs! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Side suplex by Pierce as he once again goes for a cover! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!!
Franks: Not good for the Champion, Ray.
Quadros: Perhaps karma has something to do with this.
Pierce Cavanaugh gives Terminus the room to get up. Cavanaugh grabs the leg of the Champion from behind though, he twists the leg with a dragon screw until Terminus falls back to the mat again. Elbow drop by PC onto the knee. Another elbow drop! Another! Cavanaugh is feeling it now as he heads to a neutral corner. He pops up onto the top turnbuckle and jumps off with a 450 Splash! NO!! Terminus rolled out of the way and Pierce ate some canvass!
Terminus starts to get to his feet now and waits for the woozy Cavanaugh to rise. PC turns around right into a forearm to the face! Irish whip by Terminus now sends Cavanaugh into a neutral corner hard! Terminus comes from behind with a running superman punch that drops Cavanaugh like a bad habit in the corner! Terminus looks out towards the crowd for a moment before executing a slingshot dropkick right into Pierce Cavanaugh’s face in the corner! Oh!
Franks: That’s just wrong to do that to someone’s face!
Quadros: Maybe Pierce will be missing some teeth now, Carl. Easy access for Easy Cheese!
Either being reckless or just not in the mood for patience tonight, Mystic J runs back into the ring illegally. He catches Terminus from behind with a stiff short armed clothesline! Despite Referee Sasha Brown’s calls to return to his corner again, J lifts up Terminus with a gorilla press…NO! Reversed by Terminus into an on the fly twisting DDT! The crowd cheers again as Freya raises her arms!
Pierce Cavanaugh gets up holding his face and walks right into Terminus. Terminus with a kick to the midsection and lifts Cavanaugh up onto his shoulders! And Freya Kane Ragnal is going to the top turnbuckle again! She jumps off with a stomp onto Cavanaugh’s prone stomach and flips onto Mystic J’s body with a splash! Terminus with a sit-out back breaker to complete the APOCALYPSE NOW!! The crowd pops heavily as Terminus makes the cover! 1!….2!……3!!! Ding! Ding! Ding! “Sanctuary” kicks back up again as Cornerstone Wrestling celebrates their victory!
Franks: What a finishing move that was, Ray! I’ve never seen anything like that!
Quadros: I’ve seen that move before, Carl. Back in 1993 on my trip to the Galapagos…they have dragons there, you know?
The celebration for Cornerstone Wrestling doesn’t last long though as Mystic J has retrieved a steel chair. It does not take him much time to fold that chair over Terminus’ head with a massive CRACK!! Oh! The crowd doesn’t seem to care for this tactic by J but he has his motivations. Freya confronts Mystic as he continues to hold onto the chair.
Franks: Don’t hit her with the chair, J! Jesus!
The chair shot on FKR never comes though, because Pierce Cavanaugh takes her out from behind with a back cracker! CRACK! Another chair shot onto Terminus as he tried to get back to his feet! Mystic J helps the Champion back up and lifts him onto his shoulders for a 747! BAM! And here comes Pierce Cavanaugh with a springboard corkscrew moonsault onto Terminus to complete their own finisher called the DOWN LOW!! Freya Kane Ragnal squirms on the mat as High N’ Low look down at her. Mystic J picks her up now and puts her in position for a 747 as well!
Franks: Oh come on, Mystic! We don’t need this!
Quadros: I blame Susan B. Anthony, Carl. She has to pay the same price as a man. Equal rights baby!
Sure enough, Mystic J spins FKR and drills her into the mat with a 747! And here comes Pierce Cavanaugh again with a springboard corkscrew moonsault into Freya! Down Low! The crowd starts to boo even louder now as High N’ Low celebrates their own little success against Cornerstone Wrestling tonight.
#1 CONTENDER FOR LH TITLE
Jake Keeton vs. Nighthawk
Written by: Okori
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