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Violation 55 Sunday, February 22nd, 2009 Palais Omnisports de Paris-Bercy in Paris, France BONUS MATCH: Hold over from Playtime's Over Christopher Moore vs. TC Jagger Written by: Jason & Neil Carl Franks: We're all set for the first match of the evening, pitting TC Jagger against Christopher Moore in a rematch from last week on the 54th installment of Violation. Ray Quadros: Last week, both men suffered a Double Countout in a match that was supposed to determine who gets to rid that Japanese punk of the esteemed PWA Premiere Championship tonight. Now they gotta square off again!? Why not just have them both take on the champ? Gives him less of a chance of keeping the belt! Carl Franks: It's too late to have that happen. The decision's already been made. So let's get to it! It's TC Jagger versus Christopher Moore to determine who faces Jiraiya Kaito later tonight! As "(K)now F(Orever)" by Mudvayne hits, the lights flash blue with every beat. A huge blue pyro erupts from the stage and begins to rain back down. As the pyro clears, Jagger appears on stage.. He makes his way down to the ring in a cocky manner, ignoring all the fans who boo and jeer at him. Freddy Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for a one-fall with the winner going on to face Jiraiya Kaito for the PWA Premiere Championship! Introducing first... from Westfield, Massachusetts, weighing in at 258 pounds... he is "the Original God"... TC JAGGER!!! Jagger slides into the ring and faces the camera. He folds his arms and then quickly unfolds them to point to himself as blue pyro shoots from the turnbuckles. Carl Franks: TC Jagger is pretty sure of himself tonight! He wants that match against Kaito by all means! Ray Quadros: I hope he gets it! I hope Moore gets it too! Let this match end in a draw again! Anything to get the Premiere Title off of that Japanese punk's waist! As Jagger warms himself up, the lights dim and heavy mist fills 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. Freddy Ferdinand: And his opponent... from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 226 pounds... he is "The Blackout"... CHRISTOPHER MOORE!!! He strides forwards, ignoring the crowd reaction. He circles the ring once, his eyes steady, a look of angry concentration on his face, before ascending the ring steps and climbing between the ropes. Moore stands in the middle of the ring, his head thrown back in a triumphant roar as the music comes to a grinding halt, cut off with a squeal of feedback. Carl Franks: Moore seems to be fired up tonight! Ray Quadros: I'm telling you, Carl! This rematch is a hoax! Let them both take on Kaito! (DING!) Both Moore and Jagger circle one another in the ring.. They lock up in the center of the ring via Collar-Elbow tie-up. Jagger, using his size to an advantage, pushes Moore up against the ropes, forcing the referee to issue a break. Slowly, Jagger releases his grip on Moore and backs away, but not before pointing to himself with his thumbs and yelling "I'M THE ORIGINAL GOD!!!" to Moore. The fans boo uncontrollably as they circle one another again. They lock up via Collar-Elbow tie-up again. This time, Jagger turns it into a Side Headlock on Moore. Moore begins punching away at Jagger's midsection and backing him up into the ropes. He shoots Jagger off in an Irish Whip... no... Moore grabs Jagger by the hair and yanks him back to where he now has him in a Side Headlock. Jagger shoots Moore off in an Irish Whip. Moore comes back... and knocks Jagger down with a Shoulder Tackle. Ray Quadros: So much for his "god" comment. Jagger got knocked down! Moore goes for a quick cover, but barely even gets a 1 out of it.. Moore cinches in a Headlock on Jagger while he's on the ground. Jager fights his way back up to his feet and begins punching away at Moore's ribs to get him to break the hold. But Moore refuses to let go, so Jagger finds another way out of it... and dumps Moore on his back via Back Suplex. Carl Franks: And TC Jagger returns the favor! Jagger grabs Moore by the head and raises him to his feet. Shot to the ribcage by Jagger and then a follow up knee to the side of the head rocks Moore back into a corner. Jagger shoots in with a stiff running knee to Moore in the corner! Uff! Got him! Jagger takes the doubled over Moore by the head and rakes his eyes over the top rope! As Moore is rubbing his eyes, Jagger grabs him from behind with a solid German suplex! Bridge! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT!! Jagger quickly tries to apply a follow up Boston Crab but Moore kicks him in the face and rolls out of the ring. Carl Franks: Smart plan here by Christopher Moore. TC Jagger was starting to gain momentum. Ray Quadros: Jagger should go out there and get him. I mean, its no count-out this go around. Moore has some words with the Toronto crowd who yells out, calling him a pussy. When he turns around to return to the ring, TC Jagger is there and knocks him back with an upper cut! Irish whip by Jagger sends Moore hard into the steel barrier! Jagger runs towards Moore but misses with a clothesline. Moore with a kid to the midsection and a follow up DDT onto the barely padded floor! Christopher Moore rolls TC Jagger into the ring and makes a quick cover! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT! Carl Franks: Jagger’s head bounced off that floor hard, Ray. He might have been knocked loopy! Ray Quadros: That might do something to his hearing voices problem, Carl. Christopher Moore continues to put some pressure on Jagger by lifting him and damn near dropping him on his head with a solid twisting back drop! Again another cover! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Moore with a stomp to the face and then a follow up sharp shooter. Jagger is trying to break himself out of this position but Moore has it locked on tight. Jagger powers himself up and starts crawling towards the ropes. Christopher Moore leans back a bit further, trying to add more stress to the “Original God‘s” knees. Jagger reaches out and he has himself a full hand of the bottom rope! Referee Sheppard urges Moore to release the hold! 1! 2! 3! 4! Moore backs off but the damage has been done. Moore pulls Jagger up by the head and cinches him for a vertical suplex. Jagger blocks it though. Moore tries again. Blocked! TC Jagger reverses the vertical suplex and Christopher Moore pops up with an arced back. Jagger kicks Moore square in the spine and then yanks Moore’s head down hard to the canvass! Nasty follow up double stomp by Jagger, earning him some warnings by Referee Sheppard. Jagger isn’t in the mood for any jabber by the referee as he shakes his head to get some of the cobwebs out from that earlier DDT. He yanks Moore up and whips him hard into a corner, causing Moore to step out holding his spine again with a wince of pain. He walks right into a spinning back breaker by TC Jagger! Cover! 1...2...THREE…KICK OUT!! Carl Franks: TC Jagger seems to be targeting the back of Christopher Moore. This must be an attempt to block the Blackout Driver later in the match. Ray Quadros: Hey! I’m the color guy here! Jagger pulls Moore up only to drop him again with an old fashion body slam. Another face stamp by Jagger as he continues to try and bust open the face of Christopher Moore. Jagger pulls Moore up once again and this time he hits a release full nelson suplex. Forearm to the face for a cover! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT!! TC Jagger is showing some frustration by his opponent’s resilience. He pulls Moore up and whips him towards the ropes. He’s looking for a spinebuster possibly but Moore counters with a drop kick right to Jagger’ face! Jagger starts rolling around on the mat as his nose is bleeding from that shot! Carl Franks: And TC Jagger is bleeding from the nose! That could be broken! Ray Quadros: Awesome! This fits right into the pay-per-view action! Jagger pops up and turns around, walking right into an Irish whip by Christopher Moore. Jagger lands hard into a corner and is unable to dodge a flying knee to the face from Moore! Jagger pops out of the corner holding his face again and this time gets taken down with a leg sweep clothesline! Christopher Moore with a cover! 1!…2!…THREE!!!……. NO!! TC Jagger KICKS OUT! Moore applies an inverted cloverleaf as the camera gets a perfect shot of TC Jagger’ bloody nose. Jagger is yelling out in pain as Moore is yanking back. “TAP! TAP! TAP” starts yelling the crowd as Jagger tries to withstand the pain. “TAP! TAP! TAP!” TC Jagger doesn’t give up so Moore releases the cloverleaf but continues staying offensive. German suplex by Moore! He holds on…another German suplex! He holds on and rolls through…release German suplex! Christopher Moore is feeling it now! He hops to the second turnbuckle and jumps off with an elbow drop to the chest of Jagger!! Hooks the leg! 1!…2!…2.99213345!! Carl Franks: Oh! Christopher Moore nearly advanced to the title shot tonight! Ray Quadros: Jagger just won’t stay down. Christopher Moore thought that was a three as well. But his questioning of the count doesn’t last long as he reaches for TC Jagger’ legs to apply that inverted cloverleaf again! NO! Jagger is able to kick Moore off this time!. Jagger uses the ropes to get to his feet as Christopher Moore shoots in. OH! Jagger ducks out of the way and pitches Moore over the top rope! WAIT! Christopher Moore lands on the apron! Moore grabs the unknowing Jagger by the head and looks to take him out of the ring the hard way! NO! Jagger sits out and causes Moore’s neck to snap off of the top rope! Down to the floor goes Christopher Moore! TC Jagger shakes his head to regain his bearings. He slides out of the ring and pulls Moore up into a shoulder block against the ring apron. He rolls Moore back into the ring and makes a cover. 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!! Follow up brainbuster suplex by TC Jagger! Cover! 1!…2!!…3!!!…..NO!! Christopher Moore KICKS OUT again!! Jagger leans against the ropes to catch his wind as Moore is rolling around on the mat holding his head! After a few moments, Christopher Moore gets to his knees and then up to his feet. He’s looking around for TC Jagger but can’t find him. Then it’s too late as TC Jagger applies a Dragon Sleeper Hold! Carl Franks: Bad spot for Christopher Moore to be in, Ray. Ray Quadros: Could be lights out for the Blackout. Christopher Moore is still on his feet though and trying desperately to find the ropes and break free. Jagger kicks out one of his legs and Moore falls to the mat with Jagger still locked on in the dragon sleeper! Referee Andy Sheppard is down and looking to see if Christopher Moore is out cold or not! His eyes are starting to glaze over but he’s not finished just yet! “TAP! TAP! TAP!” Christopher Moore isn’t going to tap! He rather pass out than quit! TC Jagger squeezes even tighter, trying to restrict any air and blood flow! Referee Sheppard asks again is Moore wants to quit?! NO! Christopher Moore starts to fight his way to a knee! Jagger tries to pull back even more, constricting the air flow! But Moore won’t go down for the count as he throws back an elbow! Bam! Another elbow! Another desperation elbow as he stands to his feet! TC Jagger is losing positioning for the hold as Moore reaches around the back…twisting back drop by Moore breaks the dragon sleeper hold! Carl Franks: Moore found a way out! Ray Quadros: Toughness was the key there. Most men would have quit. Both men lay on the canvass as Referee Sheppard starts the count! 1!…2!… 3!… 4!… 5!… 6!… 7!…Christopher Moore starts to get up though he’s looking for air!… 8!…Now TC Jagger is getting up as he looks to win that title shot!… 9!…Both men are up just in time and swinging for the fences! Right hand by Moore! Right hand of his own by Jagger! Right by Moore! Right by Jagger! Right by Moore! Right by Jagger! Moore! Jagger! Who wants it more? Kick to the midsection by Jagger and he attempts the Jagginator! NO! Moore sits out and catches Jagger on the chin with his head! Jagger holds his mouth in anger only to eat a follow up rolling wheel kick by Christopher Moore! Cover! 1!…2!…THRE…NO! KICK OUT!! Moore, having had enough of Jagger's comeback attempts, pounds the mat in frustration. He picks up Jagger off the mat... BLACKOUT DRIVER!!! Jagger got spiked on the mat head-first!!! Cover... 1..................................... 2............................................... 3!!! (DING! DING! DING!) "Charisma" by W.A.S.P. blares over the arena speakers as Moore stares down at Jagger's prone body, cursing at him for trying to mount a comeback. The referee attempts to raise Moore's hand, but Moore yanks it away from him and scares off the referee. Freddy Ferdinand: Here is your winner... CHRISTOPHER MOORE!!! Carl Franks: Jagger was so close to pulling off the upset, but Moore came through with his Blackout Driver and sealed the deal for good this time! Ray Quadros: And now he's one step closer to dethroning that Japanese punk and becoming a true Premiere Champion! As if on cue, "G.W.D." by Thee Michelle Gun Elephant blares over the arena speakers, giving the fans something to cheer about for once as Jiraiya Kaito makes his way out from the backstage area. He approaches the ring, keeping his eyes set on Christopher Moore as he slides into the ring. He stands up and meets Moore in the center of the ring in a staredown confrontation, which triggers chants of "KAI-TO! KAI-TO! KAI-TO!" from the fans. Carl Franks: It seems that Kaito doesn't want to wait until later tonight for this match to take place! Ray Quadros: That's just like him! To attack a guy just after he had a grueling match! And we call him our Premiere Champion!? HA! Some champion! Neither man makes a move as they seem content on staring one another down. That is, until Kaito takes the Premiere Championship off of his shoulder and lays it across the mat in between them, not once taking his eyes off of Moore. He stands back up extends his hand to Moore in a sign of showmanship, which causes the fans to cheer even louder. Moore does nothing but bring a smirk to his face as he reaches down... Carl Franks: I guess Kaito wants to wish Christopher Moore good luck in their match later on! Ray Quadros: It should be vice versa! Kaito's gonna need all the luck he can get! ... and picks up the Premiere Championship off of the mat!!! The fans instantly begin booing the holy hell out of him as he gloats about becoming the champion, as if he won the belt already. The actual Premiere Champion becomes enraged and spins Moore around. He picks him up off the mat... TODOME DA!!! Moore gets spiked on his head in the same manner that Jagger did!!! The fans are eating this up as Kaito grabs his title and stands over Moore's prone body! He begins yelling at him in his own native tongue and slapping Moore across the face several times! Carl Franks: Well, Christopher Moore had it coming to him! He picked up Kaito's title, and that was all the incentive Kaito needed! Ray Quadros: He's just trying to take Moore out before their match! The champion's scared of losing to him! Carl Franks: Oh he is not, Ray! If Moore had left the title alone, none of this would have happened! "G.W.D." by Thee Michelle Gun Elephant kicks up again as Kaito exits the ring with his title draped over his shoulder again. The fans cheer loudly as he makes his way back up the entrance ramp as EMTs check on Moore's condition. Kaito runs his thumb across his throat as if to signal to Moore that he's gonna kill him as the scene ends. HIGH ON MYSELF Written by: Jay Violation opens with a montage of various still-photos of the events from the matches at Playtime's Over. It shows Christopher Moore defeating TC Jagger to go on and meet Jiraiya Kaito later in the night for the Premiere championship. It shows various images from the Broken Toys battle royal: Dan Manheim's home-run swing to eliminate Zex, Cross Recoba choking Manheim with the garrotte, Freya Kane-Ragnal whipping Mystic J. with her ten-foot dildo and finally Mystic launching Freya into the crowd. Showing next, pictures of Jostrodomus' victory over Jake Keeton, Brad Kane and Nighthawk, JJ Biggs and Jason Sandman's bloody contest, Christopher Moore beating Kaito, and Terminus trumping Captain Howdy for the PWA World championship. After this, pyros explode around the entrance ramp as Violation begins. The crowd cheers, knowing the cameras are rolling. Suddenly, "The Kinslayer" by Nightwish plays over the PA system. Mystic J. comes out to a roar of boos from the Paris crowd. Decked out in a dark gray suit, Mystic is carrying a silver briefcase in his right hand. He slowly gets into the ring. Freddy: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time, "The Difference Maker" Mystic J.! Carl: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another exciting edition of Violation, live from Paris, France! I'm Carl Franks, alongside my broadcast colleague, Ray Quadros, and Ray, we are a little over a week removed from Playtime's Over and with what happened that night, you have to wonder just what kind of mindset all the superstars are in tonight. Ray: No doubt, Carl, Playtime's Over was a success and each superstar will be looking to either move up or move forward after that night. Carl: And in the ring now is a guy who had major success in his match at the pay-per-view: Mystic managing to fend off four other superstars to win the Broken Toys battle royal, claiming fifty grand and Wren's gratitude! Mystic grabs a mic from Freddy and puts it to his lips. Mystic: Oh, keep booing me and I'll give you a taste of what I gave those cupcakes in the battle royal last Wednesday! The Paris crowd boos Mystic harder, which only makes the big man smile even wider. Mystic: I'm going to make this pretty simple, since I've got better things to do than stand out here with a bunch of cowardly wusses like you. You see, I'm out here because, not only did I win at Playtime's Over, I won big. I hit the big jackpot. I'm sitting here with this briefcase of fifty-thousand dollars that I can do whatever I want with. If I want to buy one of you to be my slaves, I certainly can do that. I have the money. Not that I would, because I don't need someone who's going to be afraid to water my garden or mow my lawn. Mystic draws some major heat for these words. Mystic: Oh, shut up. Seriously. There's another reason I'm out here. You see, after my match at Playtime's Over, I'm sitting in the back, counting my money. I'm watching the Premiere championship match and begin to intently watch as Christopher Moore takes it to Jiraiya Kaito. Big pop for Kaito's name. Mystic: And then, almost before I could finish counting my first ten-thousand, I watched Moore beat Kaito and claim the Premiere championship for his own. And do you know what I thought after that match was over? It's time for me to cash in, so to speak. So, that's why I'm out here. Christopher Moore, congratulations on your win, but I'm going to cut your celebration short, sunshine. You and me at Violation 56 next week.. For your coveted belt. Let's see what you've got, champ. Half of the crowd is cheering in anticipation of the match, the other half boos Mystic. Before Mystic can say anything more, “Head Like a Hole” by Nine Inch Nails plays as the crowd boos more. Wren Chesney walks down to the ring, as both her and Mystic smile at each other. Mystic holds the middle rope up for Wren so she can get into the ring. The crowd is heavily booing at this point. Carl: Here comes Wren Chesney! Ray: Maybe she's coming out here to give Mystic a shot at Terminus and the World title! He deserves it after his performance in that battle royal, you know. Carl: That's your opinion, Ray. And yours alone. Ray: Nuh-uh! A thousand people think so. It says so on my MySpace. Carl: You have a MySpace? That's for thirteen year olds with no lives. Ray: No it's not! Wren grabs a mic and walks over towards Mystic. Wren: I'm sorry to interrupt you, Mystic. First of all, congratulations on your win at Playtime's Over. You have the money, as promised, and you have my gratitude. I knew that when you signed up for the match, you'd win it. Not just for yourself, but for me. Mystic smiles, nodding. Wren: But, I do have a problem with you challenging Christopher Moore. Well, not so much of a problem as... I cannot grant you that match, as much as I want to. Mystic cocks his head sideways as he looks at Wren. The crowd cheers at Mystic not being granted the match. Wren: Look, what you did at Playtime's Over was incredible and, trust me, if I could, you'd be facing Terminus tonight for the World championship so that someone can finally beat him and take his title. But, sadly, I cannot. Kaito's got a rematch clause, plus there's others that are in line. Sorry, big guy. But, I think I can give you something that's just as good. Mystic slightly shakes his head. Mystic: And what is that? Wren: How about I book you as part of a fatal fourway match for an eventual shot at the Premiere championship? The match will feature you and Kaito, plus two others that are in line for the shot. Does that sound like a deal to you? Mystic contemplates the match and shrugs. Mystic: Whatever it takes to get my hands on that Premiere title, I'll do it. Wren: Good. I'll go draw it up now. And congratulations again. Wren walks out of the ring and heads back towards the back. Mystic smirks, turning back to the crowd. Mystic: And if you think that's something, sit back and relax. I've got a big surprise coming before the show ends. Promise. "The Kinslayer" kicks back up again as Mystic backflips over the top rope and walks to the back.. Carl: Mystic is in a match to determine a possible number one contender to the Premiere championship! Ray: I would love to see Mystic and Moore go at it for the Premiere strap. Would be a good match. But, I wonder... what's this surprise? Carl: You got me, Ray. I guess we'll see. EXTREME RULES Zex vs. Va'aiga vs. Dan Manheim Written by: Bailey Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is contested under EXTREME RULES! The first competitor heading to the ring…FROM TRUTH OR CONSEQUENCES, NEW MEXICO, WEIGHING TWO-HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-EIGHT POUNDS…..DAN….MANHEIM! The lights in the arena darken a bit. "Switchback" by Biohazard plays as Dan Manheim walks out from behind the curtain. He does a few jumps to prepare himself as he walks forward to a shower of pyros beside him. He walks through the pyros and starts down the ramp towards the ring. The lights come back to normal as Dan jumps on the apron to a massive turnbuckle pyro. He gets in the ring, raising balled fists in the air to some boos. Ferdinand: The next combatant, making his PWA debut…FROM ROTURURA, NEW ZEALAND, AT SIX FEET AND EIGHT INCHES, WEIGHING THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY POUNDS…..“THE MAORI BADASS’ VA’AIGA! The arena lights dim before the shouted intro to Not Many (The Remix) kicks in... PITO SUTE AKILAGI! It ain't good... It ain't good 'cuz you'll get jumped in my hood ...and Va'aiga steps into the entrance area. Va'aiga throws the BOO-YAH! Combination, and as he throws the Shaka Sign he tilts his head back so the hood of his entrance robe falls away. Va'aiga walks down the entrance ramp, backhanding the fans before stepping into the ring and handing his robe to a ring attendant. Va'aiga then climbs a turnbuckle and throws another Shaka sign to the crowd. Ferdinand: The final competitor , FROM TORONTO, CANADA, STANDING AT SIX FOOT ONE INCH, ‘THE PICKUP ARTIST’ ZEX! "Let It Rock" By Kevin Rudolf Feat Lil' Wayne blares over the loud speakers as purple and green strobe lights flash around then entrance, Zex nods his head in time to the music and then walks down the ramp slapping hands with a few fans, he wheels down a garbage can brimming with goodies. He then jumps up to the ring apron and flips over the ring, afterwards Zex stands centre of the ring and poses once again letting the fans take home a cool photo. *DING DING DING* The bell rings as Manheim and Va'aiga look at Zex, waiting outside with a trash can full of sundry items. Zex stands there holding a chair in his hand and shrugs his shoulders. Franks: Zex is reticent to enter the ring even with those weapons by his side! Quadros: Smart move by the Pick-Up Artist! Va'aiga takes the opportunity to start weighing in with heavy forearms to Manheim; One! Two! Three! Each forearm sending The Cat Whisperer staggering back. Manheim returns the favour sending vicious hooks the way of the Maori Warrior as they move back into the centre of the ring. Franks: These two men are both at the Heavyweight end of our roster! With the power these two men possess it’s frightening to think what they can do with no boundaries or limits to their viciousness! Zex finds a ladder and throws it into the ring. He slides in a chair and enters with another one, the ring now looking a more suitable setting for a scene of carnage. Manheim goes for a haymaker but Va'aiga sidesteps round, SAMOAN HEADBUTT SENDS MANHEIM TO THE MAT! The crowd let out a gasp at the effectiveness of a simple move. Franks: Would you look at that? People talk about how hard a Samoan’s head is but to see in the flesh? WOWSER! Quadros: You say that now but I’ll bet that some wrestlers might want to look at outlawing that move! Va'aiga is tapped on the shoulder by Zex who greets him with a stiff-looking chair shot! Va'aiga starts to laugh. Manheim is setting up a ladder in the corner, clearly planning his next move. Franks: People, we say this enough but …Don’t Try This At Home! Zex’s ever-present smile seems to evaporate before our eyes as Va'aiga encroaches on his space. The Pick-Up Artist backs up as far as he goes but hit’s the ring ropes and realises he could be out of luck. Kick to the gut by the Maori Warrior before he grabs Zex round the waist pivots and hitting an Overhead Belly-to-Belly suplex that clears the ring ropes and sends Zex with a sickening thud to the floor. Franks: Va'aiga is certainly going to turn more than a few heads if he can keep this up on a weekly basis! Va'aiga is clubbed in the back by a chair from Manheim, which sends Va'aiga down to a knee, Manheim looks for the Irish whip into the ladder-sporting corner but Va'aiga reverses it…Manheim manages to stop himself from hitting the ladder. Va'aiga rushes at Dan but Manheim gets a telegraph for it and sidesteps, pushing Va'aiga headfirst into the ladder. Learning from earlier he quickly gets back into Va'aiga hitting some measured body shots to the stomach of Va'aiga. Quadros: Now we’ll see what the new guy’s made of! Manheim grabs Va'aiga and hit’s a Russian legsweep into the ladder, wobbling it but it stays. Va'aiga holds his back in pain affording Manheim the chance to grab the trash can of weapons and throw them in. Quadros: Zex is getting up! Stay down man! Indeed Zex has gotten back in the ring and is hesitating about whether to join in or not, the weight difference between himself and the others being a major factor. Manheim on the other grabs a ‘STOP’ sign from the bin , which falls in the process spilling out a myriad of weapons ranging from a 2 X 4 to a coil of Barbed wire to a small Hessian bag. Manheim drives the sign into Va'aiga’s stomach as Zex comes into the fray with some kicks. The cowardly attacks drawing big boos from the crowd. Franks: This could work in Zex’s favour if he’s smart with it, but he’s not making any friends this week in the PWA! Va'aiga tries to roll out the way but Manheim sticks to what works and carries on with the shots. Va'aiga rolls out the ring to get some space and Manheim turns on Zex, he swings the sign but Zex uses his agility to step out of the way. Dropkick on Manheim sends him reeling, another has him teetering on one foot, Zex off the ropes…dropkick to the knee that sends Manheim to the canvas. Franks: Zex is looking wary in that ring, he must be waiting for Va'aiga to step in soon! Sure enough Zex scans the ring to watch Va'aiga who is rolling back into the ring. Manheim gets up thanks to Zex’s distracted attention and hit’s a standing spine buster to take out Zex, he gets to his feet…RUGBY TACKLE that lands Manheim onto the trash can, crushing it!!!! Quadros: You know, that’s known in the Rugby world as ‘Getting Snotted’! Franks: Or a dump tackle! Va'aiga is peppering Manheim’s head with stiff left hands. Zex is back on his feet and kicks at the body of Manheim. He stops when he sees Va'aiga who has been disturbed and is fixing a look of death on Zex. Franks: Zex should have read Aesop’s Fables, then he’d know that playing off two sides against the other can seriously harm your health and social life! Zex tries to back off and runs himself into the ladder, he scales it, trying to put any form of distance he can between himself and the Maori. Va'aiga kicks the ladder rattling it and Zex who hangs on for dear life, perched on the top. He boots it again against the corner and same story. Zex rebalances himself but the Maori strains himself and picks up the ladder with Zex atop he drops the ladder behind him planting Zex face first on the canvas! Franks: Modified flapjack from the newcomer! Va'aiga’s back is feeling that effort given the sign shots. He goes for the cover on Zex, surely…One…Two…Manheim grabs Zex by the legs and drags him out. Manheim covers One..Two..Va'aiga kicks Manheim off. Quadros: They’re fighting like animals over prey! Va'aiga whips Manheim to the ropes and goes off the ropes himself for a Lariat..Manheim ducks and comes back with a big boot. Franks: If that lariat had landed he could have ended the match right there! Manheim seems to be in control, Zex is up and rolls to the apron resting on the top rope. Manheim has his back to the cruiserweight and picks up Pa’anga , he chokes the Maori out, the referee powerless to sanction a rule in a match where there were none. Va'aiga’s face turns redder but a curious smile forms on his face, another head butt from Samoa to Manheim who staggers round to see what the smile was about. Va'aiga picks up the barbed wire and wraps it round his forearm tape. SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK WITH A CHAIR FROM ZEX! Franks: What to do now for Zex? That move took one monster down but that still leaves one more! Zex rolls to another apron and knows it’s Do or Die. He springboards again off the top rope and goes for a body press. BARBED WIRE LARIAT FROM THE MAORI WARRIOR! Zex’s body twists and turns from the force of the impact. Franks: We nearly saw a man decapitated right there! The camera shows the now bloody upper torso of Zex. Va'aiga goes down for the cover. ONE…TWO….THREE! *DING DING DING* Ferdinand: The winner of this bout, via pinfall… VA’AIGA!!!! The crowd cheer and start a Va’aiga chant! Franks: If this display is anything then the fans are going to have a new guy to get behind! Quadros: You can only beat what’s put in front of you! This week that wasn’t much! MAKE YOURSELF OVER Written by: Nat We cut backstage to the labrinth of corridors and caverns deep within the bowels of the PWA's Arena Facilities. Somewhere within these haunting walls lies a place that few brave men dare to go... The Big Cheese's Office! Today, that brave soul is Dale Twizzle (According to the green card in the inside pocket of Jackboot's blazer). The 6'5" 325 pound German stalks his way through the hallways like some modern day Goliath on a hunt for Davids. So focused on his task at hand he lets nothing distract him, not even the incredibly hot babette with a microphone in her hand between him and the final destination. Miranda Buck: Jackboot! PWA sources are telling us that... Jackboot reaches his massive arm across her body and displaces her out of his path, continuing on his quest to see the Big Easy... I mean Cheese. Miranda Buck: Aahhh! You big jerk! What's up your a$$? Jackboot: Another time muffin, Daddies got some work to do. Miranda Buck: Schovinistic Pig! Why I oughtta! She shakes her fist at him in anger of being rejected, her sexuall prowness usually has mens jaws dropping and toungues dragging on the ground.Today she's a few yards shy of the goaline. Jackboot has reached the large steel door between him and his target. The door has a makeshift manilla paper taped over top of the door sign; It used to read "Commissioner's Office: The Butcher", it now says "PWA Talent Agent Office" He takes a deep breath not even noticing the sign and knocks on the door once, twice and thrice... PWA Talent Agent: Come in... Jackboot opens the door and enters the room with a certain distinct swagger, the swagger of a winner at life, the swagger of sucess, the swagger of... (Record Scratching to a grinding halt sound) PWA Talent Agent: And you are? (Silence) Jackboot: Dale Twizzle sir, you may recognize me by my wresting handle, Jackboot? PWA Talent Agent: Never heard of you... Jackboot: Never heard of? I'm the better half of Pierce Cavanaugh... Das Boot, Jackie Bizzle, The... PWA Talent Agent: Ah... Pierce, yes i've heard of him but i don't recall you at all. (Awkward silence) Jackboot: Right... So let me fill you in. My name is Jackboot, I'm a professional wrestler, matter of fact I'm currently unsigned... PWA Talent Agent:: I'm sorry, Jack... Boob? (chuckle) Jackboot: Boo...T! Jackboot! PWA Talent Agent: Ah, I see... continue... Jackboot: As I was saying, I'm currently an unsigned wrestling talent seeking employment. Im the one and only Big German Wrestling Machine! Show me the money baby! PWA Talent Agent: Well Mr. Twizzle, quite the contruary... we here at PWA already have a "Wrestling Machine" and as far Big German's, well I'm afraid that genre is spoken for too. Jackboot looks baffled, Is he being rejected? Jackboot: NO, You don't get it... I'm different because I'm like those two dueces, but COMBINED! 2 for 1 Baby, All you can eat! Yeh! PWA Talent Agent: Listen, Doogie... Were in the middle of a recession, Money is tight. If you want to wrestle here you need to stand out from the next guy. You want a contract, you gotta make some minor adjustments to your character... OK? Jackboot: I'll do anything, you just sign me a match for V56... Lets try to remember The Boot doesn't wrestle jobbers, he only battles legit talent. If I come down to ringside and you got some kid claiming to be David Jones the whole deals off. PWA Talent Agent: Right, No David Jones. Listen I'm going to give you a number, I want you to call it immediateley and setup up an appointment. This guy is a "Think Tank" he's one of the industries top image consultants... that we can afford. He'll take care of you and I'll have my secretary draw up a contract. Right, so If you don't mind I've some pressing matters to deal with, damn houlagans have clogged the mens urinals with paper towel again. Jackboot: Great! You won't regret this Sir... PWA's rating are about to blast off to the moon! That's Right... Pure Gold Baby! WHeW! Jackboot swaggers his way out of the office as we cut to a PPV Promo. WHAT I WANT TO HEAR Written by: Okori As Violation comes back from a commercial break we see Nighthawk standing in the ring, with a look on his face that is equal parts hope and resignation. Clad in his new black T-shirt with a hawk flying under a moon on the front and "Wrestling Machine" on the back, blue jeans, and blue work boots, Nighthawk waits for the crowd to die down cheering and then grabs a microphone. Nighthawk: When i come out here, 9 times out of 10, it is to walk in this ring and wrestle until i collapse. But this is that 1 time out of 10. I want something from one member of the PWA roster. And since it seems that i can't ask for it privately and get it, i am out here now asking for it again. Zex.... Next week we will be somewhere else in Europe so these wonderful people will not get the chance to hear it. But i will. I want the apology that my wife was asking you for. If i don't get it.... I’ll be very upset. Very very upset. And you can ask anyone around here: making me mad is a bad decision." LET ME IN! Written by: Steve We open up in the backstage area, Hammersmith Security team members are guarding the back doors very securely tonight, as they do every night. Any unwanted guests, they usually get seen to. However this time? Its not the same! Boz Wells : Excuse me sir, do you have a pass? Without even looking, Boz rejects entry, his sunglasses dimming his view even more. However he is tapped on the chest, and a hood slides down to reveal... Aiden Miles : Boz....let me in, right now! Boz is surprised to see Miles, who has been unemployed for some time, having been fired by Wren Chesney. Boz Wells : Aiden my man! Hows it going? Aiden Miles : Enough of the chatter, just let me in. Boz Wells : Whats wrong buddy, aint got time to chat? I still haven't thanked you for that little tip you gave me, seriously, I raked in thirty grand just because of that one horse! Aiden Miles : I'm not in the mood, Boz. Let me in now.. Boz Wells : You know I can't do that, only EWA employees allowed. Aiden Miles : I don't give a damn! I've got to get in there. I want my job back and this is the only way I'm going to do it. Hell, I NEED my job back right this second! I've sat on my ass for too damn long, and there's a whole load of crap going on in my life that sitting at home thinking? Its not good! Boz Wells : Look, I'd love to let you in, but its all different here in the PWA. They're really turning the screws. I can't let you in, man. Aiden Miles : Alright, wheres Mugs? Boz Wells : Mugs aint here tonight, I'm in command. Aiden Miles : Well then, just let me in damnit! You've got the authority! Boz Wells : Yeah, and I'll find my ass fired if I let you in! This is my chance to become head of security, and I'm not messing that up. Look, you know if it was anything else I'd do it for ya, but I just can't let you in. Aiden Miles : Fine, some friend you are! Trust me, I'll get inside....whether I have to go THROUGH you, or around you! Boz Wells : Good luck kid, I'm not moving from this spot. You''re not getting inside this building, unless I get authorization from The Butch, or Wren Chesney. No-one else! Miles is already walking away, angry, annoyed but determined to get inside the building! NON-TITLE Freya Ragnal vs. Christopher Moore Written by: Neil The opening of "Sweetness" by Jimmy Eat World begins as the crowd gets on their feet. Freya Kane Ragnal appears from backstage as the vocals begin with Joe Ragnal right at her side. She inhales as she begins to walk down to the ring, slapping hands with the many fans in the crowd as Joe follows. When Freya arrives at ringside, she runs and slides into the ring as her husband takes the ring steps. Freya hops to the top turnbuckle before throwing her arms out to a pop from the crowd. She steps down from the top rope as she gets a good luck kiss from Joe. After that, Freya goes into a corner while her music fades off. Franks: Freya Ragnal continues to impress against the men in PWA, Ray. Quadros: She certainly is impressive in many ways, Carl. She knows how to swallow those eggs like Cool Hand Luke. Franks: She most cert…huh? 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, the PWA Premiere Championship held out. He strides forwards, ignoring the crowd reaction. He circles the ring once, his eyes steady, a look of angry concentration on his face, before ascending the ring steps and climbing between the ropes. Moore stands in the middle of the ring, his head thrown back in a triumphant roar as the music comes to a grinding halt, cut off with a squeal of feedback. Franks: Speaking of impressive, it’s hard not to be impressed by Christopher Moore. He’s only been here for about a month and claimed the Premiere Championship. Quadros: His performance at Playtime’s Over will go down in PWA history, Carl.. First he defeated TC Jagger to earn the shot. Then he defeated the frustrated Champion, Kaito, to claim the gold. Referee Sasha Brown calls for the bell and we’re underway! DING! The two circle around the ring, getting a feel for the new French surroundings as they get ready to go. All ready the fans are cheering on the underdog “Freya! Freya! Freya!” as she waves out to them. Perhaps with a cheap shot or simply capitalizing on the opening, Christopher Moore shoots in and kicks Freya in the stomach as she waves out to the fans. Quick heat is earned by the Premiere Champion as he puts an elbow into her neck, dropping Freya to her knees! He then grabs her by the hair with both hand, smiling as he brings her in close to his you know what. Franks: Oh come on, that’s just disgusting. Quadros: Fellatio is French, you know Carl? Freya Ragnal gives Mr. Moore partially what he wants as she gives him as stiff low blow! The Premiere Champion is down and the bell IS NOT ringing for disqualification! Freya Ragnal looks over to Referee Sasha Brown who waves off the tactic without a care in the world. Quadros: That’s hardly fair, Carl. She just hit him between the legs and the referee isn’t going to do anything about it. Franks: Knowing Sasha Brown’s history with wrestlers, I’m not surprised one bit. My wife says that spot on a man is a woman’s great equalizer. And don’t you dare bring up the late Layne Marshall sleeping with my wife, Ray. Quadros: You said it, not me. Freya berates Moore for what he attempted to do and lifts him up by the chin. Chop by Freya! WHOOOO! Another! WHOOOO! Chop! WHOOOO! The Premiere Champion sprawls backwards into the corner, clutching his chest. Freya Ragnal runs towards him with a shining wizard attempt in the corner! NO! Christopher Moore ducks out of the way and lets the lady crash into the turnbuckles! Moore wipes his chest off for a moment before stomping away on Freya without a care in the world she’s a woman. Boo! Moore waves off the crowd as he picks up Freya and bulls her back into the corner with a shoulder block to the stomach. A series of shoulder blocks folds Freya up, leaving her wide open for Moore’s snap mare out of the corner. Brutal follow up hair pull by Moore slams Freya’s head right into the mat! Boo! Cover by the Premiere Champion…1...2...KICK OUT! A couple more stomps by Christopher Moore as he seems to be having a good time with this. Now he’s mocking Freya Ragnal, gesturing to her if she wants to cry. Franks: The Premiere Champion sure isn’t giving this woman any respect. Quadros: It’s a rough business. He picks Freya up with some power, whipping her into a vertical suplex! Mrs. Ragnal sits up holding her lower spine in pain as Christopher Moore gloats his superior strength. More boos for the Premiere Champion as he’s not winning over any fans with the French. He picks up Freya by the head with both hands again but she fires a shot to his midsection! Right hand! Left hand! Her blows stagger Moore backwards as she attempts an Irish whip! No! Reversed by Moore and Freya runs towards the ropes! She springboards off the second rope with a backwards elbow that catches Moore right on the forehead! Franks: Oh what a counter move there by Freya Kane-Ragnal! Quadros: It’s Freya Ragnal, Carl. Moore hops to his feet but his legs are wobbly from the elbow! Freya kicks him in the midsection, doubling him over into a DDT! The crowd pops for Freya as she makes the cover! 1!…2!…THR…KICK OUT! Now it’s Freya chance to drop some stomps onto him. She powers the stunned Moore up and whips him into a corner again. Rolling wheel kick by Freya connects to the face! The Premiere Champion finds himself in a bad spot now as she flips him over into a tree of woe! Uh oh…Freya Ragnal steps back only to run towards the corner, executing a double foot stomp to Moore’s unprotected face! Leap of Faith! Christopher Moore falls out of the tree of woe and Freya makes a cover! 1!…2!…THREE….NO! KICK OUT!! Freya seems to be gaining some momentum here as she helps Moore up only to drop him again with a twisting back drop. She powers him over into a high angle Boston Crab, looking for a tap out! Referee Sasha Brown is right there asking if Moore wants to give up! Moore shakes his head NO as he tries to reach out for the ropes! Freya steps back a little more, making sure to step on the Premiere Champion’s hands to stop him from even attempting a rope break! Ah! Referee Brown asks again! He shakes his head NO! Freya Ragnal lets him fall to the mat. Franks: Tough spot for Christopher Moore to be in. He had to survive since he had no where to go. Quadros: No doubt about it but he’s a tough customer. Freya starts hyping up the crowd as she’s looking to end this thing for the upset special! She picks Moore up by the head and whips him towards the ropes…NO! Reversed by Christopher Moore right into a short armed clothesline! OH! Freya ate some arm there! Moore shakes his head to get his bearing straight and stretches out his back. He’s had about enough of this woman. He puts her into a double underhook and powers her over into a backbreaker! Ouch! Now he rolls her over into a seated over the shoulder single leg Boston Crab of his own! Freya grabs her face in pain as Christopher Moore contorts her leg in an attempt to hyperextend it. He yells out to Referee Brown to ask Freya if she quits! Sasha Brown asks…NO is the reply! The Paris crowd starts chanting “Freya! Freya! Freya!” to will her on! She’s able to get onto the palms of her hands to try and get to the ropes but no! Moore sits back onto her, putting all his weight into the submission and onto her back. “Freya! Freya! Freya!” Franks: This is going to be hard for Freya Ragnal to do. She needs to outlast Moore or try to carry his weight in this bad position. She tries again to power herself up but there’s just no way with Christopher Moore sitting on her. “Freya! Freya! Freya!” TAP! Moore keeps yelling out for her to tap but she won’t do it! With no where to go, she just stays stuck in the position, not wanting to tap out! Moore has had about enough of this and lets the leg go. He follows up with a curb stomp onto Ragnal, getting some nasty heat from the crowd for the little move. Boo!! He has better things to do than listen to some Frenchies as he climbs to the top turnbuckle. He’s looking for a big time stomp here that will surely send this woman back to the kitchen! Christopher Moore jumps off with a mushroom stomp off the top turnbuckle! MISSES! Freya rolled out of the way just in time and the Paris crowd has a sigh of relief! But Moore stalks her as she looks to get up…he runs in with a sick kick to her head! Another miss as Freya ducks! Chop by Freya! WHOOO! Chop! Chop! Spinning reverse chop! WHOOO! Follow up roundhouse kick to the head of Moore staggers him! And then a knee kick rocks him back into the corner, completing the ATHF!! The stunned Premiere Champion is grabbed by the head by Freya Ragnal and spun around into a slingshot acid drop right into the canvass! OH! FUN DROP!! Freya hooks the leg as the crowd count! ONE!…TWO!!…THREE!!! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ferdinand: And the winner of this match…FREYA RAGNNNNNAL!! Franks: What an upset on the Premiere Champion by Freya Ragnal! Great victory by her! Quadros: Appeared like Christopher Moore was on a Playtime’s Over hangover! Plus it didn’t help he had to face two women in this match! Franks: Just accept it for what it is. Quadros: I mean, a free low blow? What is that? Franks: Don’t disrespect the woman, Ray. ERRAND BOY Written by: Josh The scene shifts to the backstage area office of Wren Chesney as she's seated in her chair across from her new interest Jostrodomus. Joz is getting ready for the upcoming match against Keeton and Sandman. Jostrodomus: Where's that little errand boy of yours Wren? Wren: You mean Pierce? Jostrodomus: Yeah that little pip squeak... Wren: Not sure, but thank god he's not around bothering me. Jostrodomus: Why...You mean to tell me you don't enjoy having a little BITCH runnin' around? Wren smiles for a minute thinking about the situation. Wren: Isn't that what you are darling? Jostrodomus: No...I'm just your sex slave. Wren: That works two...So I got two little bitches. He's probably off playing with that god damn dead armadillo of his. Jostrodomus: It's time...Tell errand boy...Go fetch' the med...Keeton and Sandman are about to meet their maker so long as that piece of shit TC Jagger stays out of the way... Wren develops an evil smile on her face. Wren: I'll be down after a while Michael. Jostrodomus: No need... He tells her putting a pair of brass knuckles into his trunks. Wren: Did I tell you hot that bulge makes me??? Jostrodomus: Nah...Guess we'll find out later though won't we babe? Wren: I feel so dirty... Jostrodomus: DAMNIT WREN!!! I got to concentrate here...I'm tryin' to go out and dispose of two of the biggest pains in our asses and all you can talk about is bonin'...Look woman...I've boned so much it doesn't faze me. I've boned more in a week than most people bone in a life! Wren: I'm sorry Mike. Jostrodomus: Well god damn woman...Your at work..act like Wren Chesney at work. Joz gets up from the chair and walks out leaving Wren sitting in complete silence to think about her actions. It's obvious the woman is truly head over heels for The Number One Stunner, but...She's losing her cool...What made her Wren Chesney. REGULAR RULES Nighthawk vs. Ryan Shane Written by: Okori Ring Announcer Freddy Ferdinand: “this next contest is scheduled for one fall with no time limit. The referee for this match is PWA Senior Official Sasha Brown.” (The intro to "Right Now" by Van Halen begins to play throughout the arena. 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 off as Shane makes his way to the ring slapping hands with a few of the fans. As he gets to the ring he slides in under the bottom rope and then stands and raises his hands high to the sounds of cheers.) Franks: I don’t know where Ryan Shane gets off with this arrogant attitude of his. Maybe tonight Nighthawk will put him in his place. Quadros: He’s good, Carl. What else can I say? (As his opponent stands in the center of the ring the house lights in the arena suddenly fade all the way to black and is quickly replaced by blue and white laser lights which draw an appreciative roar from the sold-out crowd. As the laser lights flash in time the roar grows ever louder as the familiar opening strains of ""Holding Out For A Hero (Sweet Home Chicago Intro)" by Emery booms out over the sound speakers as Nighthawk stands at the top of the ramp, raising one finger above his head as his profile is silhouetted in blue smoke. Bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet Nighthawk stares a hole through his opponent in the middle of the ring as the crowd claps along in time with the beat of the song, his ice-blue eyes never leaving his target as he walks down the ramp while enthusiastically shaking hands with every single fan that he can touch and walking all the way around the ring to try and get close to as many fans as he possibly can. Getting on the top turnbuckle Nighthawk raises one finger above his head before crouching down in his corner.) Franks: What a match Nighthawk had last week against Brad Kane for the Light Heavyweight Championship. Quadros: This is what is wrong with America. People like you, Carl. Praising losers! Freddy Ferdinand: “Introducing first, in the corner to my left, He is wearing yellow-and-blue and weighed in at 210 pounds. He is a former PWA Tag Team Champion and a former PWA Premiere Champion. From Allen Park, Michigan, USA please welcome…. “Right Now” Ryan Shane!” (As Ryan Shane steps out of the corner, raising his left arm above his head in anticipation of victory, a small amount of the crowd begins to chant “Next World Champ” as the rest of the crowd boos him.) Freddy Ferdinand: “and his opponent, in the corner to my right, is wearing royal-blue with white trim he weighed in tonight at 185 pounds. He is a former 2-time PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion and is the 2008 King of Europe. Please welcome from the fighting city of Chicago, Illinois, USA... “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk!” (As Nighthawk steps out of his corner, raising one finger above his head, the crowd tosses in an absolute ton of blue, white, and gold streamers as they chant “Best in the World”.) (As the referee asks them both to shake hands Nighthawk extends his hand to Ryan Shane who looks at it contemptuously before spitting in his face and then catching the Chicago native with a right hand to the mouth right after that. frantically signaling for the bell to be rung Sasha Brown then scrambles out of the way as the Michigan native tries to go for a quick win early by whipping him into the ropes and then goes for a lariat. But as the “Wrestling Machine” ducks the lariat he quickly hits a superkick that lands right on the jaw followed up by a wraparound armdrag that sends the former Premiere Champion skidding to the outside of the ring. Quickly getting up a head of steam the Former World Light Heavyweight Champion fakes a somersault which causes Ryan Shane to duck, leaving Nighthawk the opening to again get up a head of steam and hit a running tope elbow suicida through the middle ropes before rolling back in the ring as the crowd chants “Best in the World”.) Franks: Nighthawk reverting back to his high flying days! (As Ryan Shane paces around the ring, running his tongue around the inside of his mouth to try and get his bearings back, Nighthawk stares a hole back through his challenger on the outside of the ring. Sliding underneath the bottom rope Ryan now tries to defuse the Chicago native’s boiling temper by offering him a hand in friendship, which the Former World Light Heavyweight Champion glares at while looking at the crowd to see what he should do. Quickly grabbing it the “Wrestling Machine” sweeps out his legs and sits on Ryan’s chest and screams at him: “you acted like an asshole tonight and now you want to earn my respect? Fine. Prove you deserve it.” getting back up to his feet after letting go of the Michigan native’s left hand the “Master of A Thousand Holds” lays his hands out flat, daring the former Premiere Champion to try for a knucklelock. Locking his fingers in tight with the left hand of “Right Now” Nighthawk quickly spins himself right through into a standing top wristlock which he turns inside to put Ryan’s elbow behind his own head.) (Still holding on to the top wristlock Nighthawk then hits a leg-trip single-arm DDT on the arm he still has in the top wristlock, quickly rolling through into a grounded keylock. Hooking in the keylock deep as he tries to isolate the arm Ryan quickly scrambles with his right hand and his legs to get to the ropes where the referee forces a break of the hold, causing the Michigan native to lean back against the ropes and shake out his left arm. Rolling back to his feet the former Premiere Champion goes in for a collar-and-elbow tie-up, trying the best he can to protect his left arm by quickly shooting under the armpit of the Chicago native and sweeping him over into a side headlock. Locking the headlock in deep Ryan waits until the referee is away from his vision before running his free forearm across the chin of the “Wrestling Machine”, causing him to bang his elbows on the mat in a combination of frustration and pain which causes the referee to come over and check to see if “The Master of A Thousand Holds” wants to tap out. Screaming out no when Sasha Brown asks him if he wants to give up the former World Light Heavyweight Champion now focuses on countering his way out of the hold that he now finds himself in.) Franks: Nighthawk finds himself in a bad spot here against Ryan Shane. Quadros: Tap! Tap! (Trying to block out the pain Nighthawk slowly rolls over to his stomach and then locks Ryan’s left arm with both of his legs, quickly pulling the headlock apart and transitioning through into an Americana before the Michigan native even appears to know what happened. Locking in the Americana deep Ryan tries to float over to lessen the impact of the hold only to find the Chicago native holding onto the Americana even tighter, this time having the hold right in the center of the ring. Cranking on the Americana even tighter “Right Now” begins to scream out in pain as he begins to fire knees to the back and kidneys of the Former World Light Heavyweight Champion in an attempt to break the hold, eventually landing one almost right on the spine that forces the “Master of A Thousand Holds” to let go of the Americana and roll to his knees where he stares a hole through his opponent who rolls to a neutral corner and then under the bottom rope as he tries desperately to get some feeling back in his arm.) (Eventually coming back in the ring, having converted his elbow pad from his good right arm to his injured left one, Ryan walks right up to Nighthawk and then slaps him in the face with his right hand before grabbing him in a standing clinch. Trying to sneak his way out of the clinch while at the same time seething with anger at being slapped in the face the Chicago native begins to try and look for a way to escape the standing clinch. Trying to twist his way out of the hold the “Wrestling Machine” finds that avenue blocked as the Michigan native simply locks in the clinch again every time he tries to spin his way out, forcing him to think of a new way to get out of this relatively simple hold even as his face begins to redden from the amount of time that he has spent in the standing clinch.. Gritting his teeth the “Master of A Thousand Holds” bends all the way down until his butt is to the floor and then quickly pops back up, shocking the former Premiere Champion into losing his grip on the standing clinch. Turning right around the former World Light Heavyweight Champion looks at the former Tag Team Champion for a second before absolutely crushing him with a massive forearm strike to the head, although that advantage lasts only a second before Ryan hits him with a whistling knife-edge chop to the chest.) Quadros: Whooo! (Returning fire almost immediately Nighthawk hits another forearm strike which Ryan counters not by hitting another chop to the chest but instead by thumbing the Chicago native in the eye and taking him over with another side headlock, cinching in the hold by placing the bone of his forearm directly on the jaw line. Trying very hard to keep the headlock locked on tight the Michigan native uses his strength advantage to keep the hold in the center of the ring where he wants it to be. But as he holds onto the headlock the former Tag Team Champion cannot resist an urge to take liberties with his opponent in the current situation that he finds himself in, reaching over to fire a short knee to the back while he still has the side headlock applied. Noticing that the referee is not telling him to stop he continues to fire knees to the back, not noticing that the “Wrestling Machine” has slowly begun to escape the side headlock even as he continues to take those knees to the back. Eventually rolling all the way out of the headlock the “Master of A Thousand Holds” quickly rolls away from Ryan and gets back up to his feet, rubbing his lower back as the knees to the spine seem to be having a bit of an effect.) (Circling back into the center of the ring Nighthawk extends his palms out flat in an apparent challenge for another knucklelock which Ryan refuses to take and instead again slaps Nighthawk across the face, this time spitting in the face of the Chicago native to punctuate it before going back to the side headlock a third time. Having apparently had enough of the disrespect as well as Ryan’s continued reliance on the side headlock the “Wrestling Machine” slides out of the hammerlock and grapevines the Michigan native’s right arm with his own legs which gives him the opening to isolate his opponent’s left arm. Instructing the crowd to be quiet for a second the former World Light Heavyweight Champion slowly twists on the left arm clockwise in a wristlock, gritting his teeth as underneath him Ryan screams out in pain and fires a trio of hard kicks to the back in an attempt to break the wristlock, before suddenly boomeranging the arm back in the other direction creating a disgusting pop and sending “Right Now” into the corner to try and get some feeling back into his left arm as the “Master of A Thousand Holds” stands in the middle of the ring beckoning the former Premiere Champion to come back to the middle of the ring.) Franks: Wow, he might have seriously damaged Ryan Shane’s arm there. Quadros: Shane takes his vitamins. He’ll be ok. (Slowly walking to the middle of the ring, now clearly trying to protect his left arm, Ryan this time accepts the knucklelock that was offered earlier and tries very hard to keep it a single-handed Greco-Roman knucklelock as he appears to want to keep his left arm away from Nighthawk at all costs. But as he locks the hold on tight the Chicago native simply spins through into a knucklelock armdrag which sends Ryan to the outside of the ring. Following him out the “Wrestling Machine” goes for and gets a corkscrew plancha into an armdrag. But as he finishes the armdrag the former World Light Heavyweight Champion bangs his head on a ringside chair making a dull thud, and allows the former Tag Team Champion a chance to catch his breath and try and get some feeling back into his left arm. Shaking out the joint and even wiggling his fingers to see if he can get the feeling back in his arm “Right Now” rolls the “Master of A Thousand Holds” back into the ring.) (Shaking out his left arm some more as he walks back into the ring, trying desperately to get some particular kind of feeling back into the arm, Ryan picks up Nighthawk by the hair and whips him hard into the corner before laying into him with a chop to the chest-right hand to the face combination and then finishing that up with a running forearm smash to the head with his right arm as the left still appears to be almost entirely functionally useless. Climbing outside the ropes the Michigan native waits for the Chicago native to get to his feet and then catches him with a springboard dropkick to the back of the head, quickly climbing on the top rope and screaming out to the crowd “Best in the World” which is responded to with an almost unanimous chorus of boos. Smirking and nodding his head in derision the former Tag Team Champion turns back to his quarry and goes for a cover which gets a 2-count and causes Ryan to stare up at the referee in shock.) Franks: Ryan Shane got all of that missile drop kick on Nighthawk. Nighthawk barely kicked out! Quadros: That boy can fly when he wants to. (Going back to his plan of attack Ryan continues to keep the pressure on, waiting until Nighthawk has risen back to his feet before he slaps on a textbook sleeperhold, sinking in the hold tight by placing his right arm underneath the neck of the Chicago native right by the carotid artery in an attempt to cut off blood flow to the brain. Squirming in panic as he tries to escape the hold before he passes out from the pain the former World Light Heavyweight Champion tries desperately to find the ropes or some other counter to the sleeper, eventually walking up the ropes and countering the sleeper into a folding press that gets a 2-count. But as the “Wrestling Machine” rolls to his feet “Right Now” is right there waiting for him with a big European uppercut to the face, following it up with a kneedrop to the chin before placing his knee across the carotid artery of his opponent as the referee argues with him to try and make him break the choke which he eventually does on the count of 4.) (Smirking as Nighthawk has been frustrated for the past few minutes by his blatant attempts to cheat Ryan pulls up the Chicago native to a seated position and then begins to fire forearms to the nose and face, following that up by ripping at the mouth of the Chicago native causing him to hold his face in pain. Getting a step away to try and set up his next attack the Michigan native waits until the former World Light Heavyweight Champion gets to his feet and then goes for a lariat which he gets all of, enough to send the “Wrestling Machine” back into the ropes where he tries to come back off with a palm strike only to see the former Tag Team Champion duck out of the way and counter right through into a textbook Cobra Clutch. Again desperately scrambling to try and find a way out of the cobra clutch the “Master of A Thousand Holds” tries to find another counter, although he soon begins to lose energy as he is a lot more tired than when he was put in the sleeper before. Eventually slumping to the mat Nighthawk begins to fade, forcing the referee to come over and check on him. As his arm drops once Ryan smirks and cinches in the cobra clutch tighter, causing the referee to test the arm a second time and finds that it again drops. Fully expecting a victory the former Tag Team Champion locks in the cobra clutch a 3rd time, but this time the former World Light Heavyweight Champion grabs onto the bottom of Sasha Brown’s skirt just before his hand hits the ground.) Franks: Oh! Nighthawk barely hang in there! Quadros: You saw it here first folks! Nighthawk tried to cop a feel on Sasha Brown! Where’s the outrage? (Slowly getting to his feet, using his left hand as a fulcrum to aid him getting back to his feet, Nighthawk fires off a pair of elbows to get some space and then quickly tries to escape but walks right into a hair pull from Ryan Shane who then quickly snares the Chicago native in a inside cradle that gets a 2-count. staring up at the referee in shock, stopping to fire a quick kick to the temple of his opponent to keep him immobilized, the Michigan native pulls up the former World Light Heavyweight Champion by his hair and hits a pair of slaps to the face with his right hand before landing a snap suplex. pulling up the “Wrestling Machine” to his feet, landing a forearm to his head, he goes for a lariat only to have it blocked. Trying to go for another lariat “Right Now” instead gets creamed with an incredibly massive palm strike that echoes throughout the arena before falling against the turnbuckles, being kept up only by the aid of the ropes as Ryan lies face-down on the mat.) (Trying desperately to get his wits back about him Ryan gets slowly to his feet, a small red welt forming on his face from the palm strike as well as the earlier forearms that he took earlier, and advances on Nighthawk. Instead of trying to gain back the offensive momentum the Michigan native instead spits in his opponent’s face and then turns his back, again berating the crowd. However, almost as soon as he turns back around to face his opponent, the “Wrestling Machine” is waiting for him with a look of absolute fury on his face. Quickly firing a series of open-hand slaps with as much force as he can muster the former World Light Heavyweight Champion then goes back to the weakened left arm of the former Premiere Champion, hitting a superkick to the shoulder followed by a step-up enzuigiri and then an Ace Crusher to pretty much the same spot. Banging his hands on the mat the “Master of A Thousand Holds” then goes to the top rope, licking his fingertip and holding it out in the air to gauge the distance before coming off with a swandive headbutt to the shoulder.) Franks: Massive flying head butt by Nighthawk! Quadros: Here we go! You wanted him Nighthawk, you got him! (Quadros of course is talking about Zex walking down from the back towards the ring. Earlier tonight Nighthawk called out Zex to apologize to his wife about past transgressions and it seems now Zex has come down here to pay the piper! Nighthawk gets to his feet and catches Zex out of the corner of his eye. Now he turns his focus to “the Artist”, demanding he apologize! Zex just claps his hands with a smirk as Nighthawk waves him off. But it’s too late as the distraction proved too much. Ryan Shane has been up and waiting for Nighthawk to turn around…BAM! Low blow Referee Sasha Brown didn’t see as she was telling Zex to get out of here! Nighthawk falls to a knee, holding himself, prone for the Shaning Wizard kick from Ryan Shane! “Right Now” Ryan Shane makes the cover and takes the victory!) Freddy Ferdinand: “The winner of the match, “Right Now” Ryan Shane!” Franks: Oh! That’s just foul play here by Zex and Ryan Shane! Quadros: They’re not working together, Carl. Nighthawk couldn’t stay focused and fell victim to the comeback kid! ONE FOR THE MONEY, FOUR FOR THE SHOW Written by: Jay & Dan Scene switches to the back, where Mystic J. and Pierce Cavanaugh are walking down the hall. The two are talking about the pay-per-view. Mystic: And then I just tossed her out like yesterday's trash. I wish it was a pinfall or submission match, because I would have made her tap or something, you know. Pierce: You should have done it anyways. That would have been sweet. But, hey, did you see me pull out that Easy Cheese and dead armadillo on Gaither? Mystic laughs as the two come towards the corner. They turn and, before them, is Jackboot and PWA Road Agent, Kevin Justice! Mystic and Pierce look at each other. Neither of the other two see Mystic or Pierce. Mystic: What do you think they're talking about? Pierce: I hope it's only the weather. Mystic blinks and looks down at Pierce, who isn't paying attention. He shakes his head and looks back at Jackboot and Justice. Finally, they see Mystic and Pierce and walk up to them. Kevin: Hey bro. Mystic nods. Jackboot: Zere zey are. We talk zem up, and zey appear. Mystic looks at Pierce, both men confused. Mystic: What are you talking about? Kevin: We were just talking about you two. We wanted to talk to you. Jackboot leads Pierce over a few steps to talk to him. Jackboot: Vell remember vat ve talked about before? Pierce: Boot man, I hardly think we need to talk about a blow up doll with these two here. -Mystic and Justice turn and give Pierce a sideways look. Jackboot: Not zat. Wrestling. I talked with a PWA talent agent today and I am getting back into ze ring. -Pierce ponders this for a moment. Pierce: So, Criminal Intent is back? -A smirk crosses Jackboot’s face as he shrugs his large, broad shoulders. The cameraman moves over to catch Justice and Mystic's conversation. Mystic: So, you're not going to be part of the Road Agent staff anymore, and you'll be a full-time roster member? Kevin nods. Mystic: Did you hit your head or something? Did you forget to take your vitamins? KEVIN, CAN YOU HEAR ME?! Why the hell would you want to do that? Kevin shakes his head. Kevin: C'mon, Aerik. What was the one thing I told you when I retired? Mystic: That I am an idiot for not doing it before you. Kevin laughs. Kevin: Okay, after that. Mystic: That I am going to kill myself. Kevin stops laughing and looks upset.. Kevin: Smart ass. I said that, if I ever felt the need arise, that Vikki and I have already agreed, I could lace up the boots again. Mystic thinks for a moment, shrugging. Mystic: I don't understand why you would want to give up a good thing in your job as a high-profile lawyer to wrestle again, Kev. Doesn't make sense to me. Kevin pats Mystic on the shoulder firmly. Kevin: It's not supposed to make sense. But do you know what does make sense? Me being back means... Mystic interrupts. Mystic: You're an idiot? Kevin: No. Me being back, full-time, means that we could bring back the team. Mystic: You don't mean -- Kevin: Yes. I'm asking you to reform Seek and Destroy. Mystic looks surprised, as he looks at Jackboot and Pierce, who have rejoined them. Mystic: Well, you know, Pierce and I are a team. And I suppose that we could use the extra help if we're going to fend off Cornerstone for good. Yeah, what the hell, man. For old time's sake. Kevin: Great! -Pierce and Jackboot smile at the idea as they all glance back and forth at each other. Scene switches back to commentary: Ray: Oh my God, Carl! Seek and Destroy ride again! And here in the PWA! Carl: And Criminal Intent too! Ray, Criminal Intent is back! Ray: I've only heard rumors of these two teams’ legacies in the world of professional wrestling, and if they are anything like they used to be, PWA will never be the same again. Ray: And remember, they were amazing apart. Both of them are together now! How could it get any better? THE FANS HAVE SPOKEN! Written by: John "Head Like a Hole" by Nine Inch Nails plays as we see Wren Chesney make her way to the ring. The fans in Paris begin whistling--the equivalent of booing in the United States--as a jubilant Ms. Chesney makes her way toward the ring with mike already in hand.* CARL: Here comes Wren Chesney Ray, and she's got to be smiling after what transpired at Playtime's Over. RAY: That's right--Gaither is gone, and boy is she beaming right now! *The fans' whistling quiets down as the PWA Board member begins to speak.* WREN: I can't believe that I'm actually in this godforsaken city in this godforsaken country! *The booing and whistling resumes and settles back down as Ms. Chesney gets ready to say her piece.* WREN: I'm just gonna get down to the point: thank God that Jack Gaither will never piss me off again! *More booing and whistling from the crowd ensues.* WREN: I mean...once again, he comes up short in a big match; this time, he's lost his job! Good riddance Jackie-boy! *The fans start chanting "ABRUTI!," which is the French translation of the English term "ASSHOLE."* FANS: ABRUTI! ABRUTI! ABRUTI! ABRUTI! ABRUTI! ABRUTI! WREN: I AM SUCH AN ASSHOLE! *The fans cheer as Wren actually says something that is true!* CARL: Thank you Wren--you are an asshole! RAY: Carl... *The cheering subsides as Wren talks once again.* WREN: Oh...have I got some good news for you all. The Board quickly voted on a new PWA Commissioner after Playtime's Over ended, and despite one lone dissenting vote, the PWA Board of Directors have named...ME...to be your next PWA Commissioner! As Commissioner, Jack and Samantha Gaither will NEVER set foot in a PWA ring again until I die! *More boos and whistles rain down from the raucous Parisian crowd. Suddenly, Ted Nugent's "Stranglehold" begins to play, causing a huge roar; Ms. Chesney can only watch in disbelief as former PWA Board member JOHN HARKES walks down the ramp and makes his way into the ring with a second mike in hand!* CARL: MY GOD--JOHN HARKES IS HERE! RAY: Oh crap... *John gets into the ring as a visibly stunned Wren Chesney looks on, for she knows that her celebration got interrupted. With mike in hand, John begins his spiel.* JOHN: Bonjour mesdames et messieurs! (Hello ladies and gentlemen!) *The crowd cheers for John for that statement..* JOHN: Oh Wren...it's so nice to see you again after all this time. WREN: What the hell do you want? You've ruined my celebration of becoming the new PWA Commissioner! JOHN: Awww...I'm sorry, but I have to ask you this question: what the crap happened to your hair? *The crowd roars with approval as Ms. Chesney's face turns red with anger.* WREN: Don't you dare speak to me about my hair you insignificant prick! *Instant boos and whistles from the crowd.* JOHN: Oh I'm a prick, huh? It's too bad that I never got a chance to say this to you in person during my time on the PWA's Board of Directors, but with all due respect Ms. Chesney: vous n'êtes rien mais un slut égotiste! (You're nothing but an egotistical slut!) *Another instant pop for John.* WREN: Vous baise John! (Fuck you John!) *More boos and whistles for Ms. Chesney for that retort!* CARL: GEEZ WREN! You just cost us a million bucks in fines! JOHN: C'est votre chienne du travail! (That's your job bitch!) *The crowd roars again for John's one-liner comeback; Ms. Chesney can only drop her mike in shock and disbelief. The mike lands on the canvas with a loud THUMP!* CARL: HAHAHAHAHAHA! John Harkes has put his foot down! *The cheers settle down again as John delivers some news.* JOHN: Now Wren, I have some good news and some bad news for you, complements of Nikki Cortez. The good news is that the Board of Directors did, in fact, vote for you to be the next PWA Commissioner, and I hope that goes well for you. Here's the bad news: Mrs. Cortez gave me a piece of paper that has the results of an online fan ballot on PWA.com that essentially determined who would be the one that was best suited for the job as PWA Commissioner, which was taken during "Playtime's Over!" Now unfortunately, the fans have spoken, and you did NOT win this ballot--NOT BY A LONG SHOT! *The crowd goes apeshit once again for Mr. Harkes; Ms.. Chesney begins to realize that she's in deep shit as she picks her mike back up from the deck.* WREN: What in blazes does this mean?! JOHN: Wren, this means that you won't be the "only" PWA Commissioner. I hate to be the bearer of bad karma, but you will be working alongside a NEW...PWA CO-COMMISSIONER!! *The crowd goes nuts at this revelation.* RAY: WHAT!?! CARL: I DON'T BELIEVE IT--WE'RE GONNA HAVE TWO COMMISSIONERS! JOHN: Fans, I would like to thank you for taking the time to vote on the future of this company on PWA.com! With 98% of the popular vote--over 63.5 MILLION VOTES from around the world--I would like to ask the guys in the sound room to cue the music for the new...PWA CO-COMMISSIONER!! *The crowd buzzes with anticipation.* RAY: WHO IS IT!? CARL: I don't know Ray; ANYONE could be the new Co-Commissioner! *The crowd sits on their hands in silence, waiting for the music to start. Twenty seconds of sheer silence follows; then without warning...* ... ... ... ... ... "God works in mysterious ways..." *Every single man, woman, and child inside the Palais Omnisports de Paris leaps to its feet in unbridled joy!* RAY: WHAT THE HELL!?! CARL: MY GOD--CAN IT BE!?! RAY: OH SHIT!! *The opening intro to Queen's "One Vision" segues into the 1969 Led Zeppelin classic rock anthem "Whole Lotta Love." The Parisian fans go bonkers when a very familiar-looking woman--with flowing black hair and a stunning black outfit--makes her way out to the top of the stage and salutes the fans with a familiar shaka!* CARL: OH MY GOD--IT'S SAMANTHA GAITHER! SAMANTHA IS THE NEW PWA CO-COMMISSIONER!! RAY: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *The lovely Samantha Gaither makes her way down the ramp and to the ring; thousands of fans in the building can hardly contain the joy of seeing PWA's "Crown Jewel" as co-Commissioner! Meanwhile, Ms. Chesney mouths an inaudible "you piece of shit..." as Mrs. Gaither gets into the ring with John Harkes' assistance. Mr. Harkes hands Mrs.. Gaither his mike and instantly books it out of the ring--fearing that he will get caught in the middle of this confrontation! As the music stops, fans begin a loud and raucous "Gaither!" chant.* FANS: GAI-THER! GAI-THER! GAI-THER! GAI-THER! GAI-THER! CARL: My God...this is gonna be a combustible situation here! *A shocked Ms. Chesney takes her mike as the crowd settles down.* WREN: Well Sam...how are you feeling tonight? SAMANTHA: Sod off you stupid tart--that's MRS. GAITHER to you! *Samantha receives an instant pop from the fans for that comment..* SAMANTHA: Wren--or should I say "Ms. Chesney"--I really have to tell you that karma has really been a bitch to you tonight. WREN: Oh yeah...karma sent a British bimbo of a hairstylist into a position in which I earned for myself! SAMANTHA: Oh really? As far as I'm concerned, you are nothing but a fraud--and so is your "boyfriend" Pierce Cavanaugh! *Another pop from the fans as Wren is now starting to get pissed.* WREN: DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK TO ME ABOUT PIERCE--ESPECIALLY AFTER HE ENDED THE CAREER OF YOUR RETARDED HUSBAND! *More boos and whistles for Ms. Chesney.* SAMANTHA: That's exactly where I wanted to you to go, because contrary to your hysterical beliefs, my husband got SCREWED by a blind referee and a wanker of an AWG World Champion! *The crowd goes wild for that insult directed at Pierre French and Pierce Cavanaugh.* SAMANTHA: With that said, I think it's time that I got down to business here. Nikki and John visited our estate in Corpus Christi this past Saturday, and we--especially Jack--all agreed on one particular thing: TO SET THINGS RIGHT ONCE AND FOR ALL! *The crowd gets behind Samantha once again.* WREN: What the hell are you saying!? SAMANTHA: What I am saying is that, as of this moment, my husband Jack...IS OFFICIALLY REINSTATED INTO THE PREMIERE WRESTLING ALLIANCE! *The fans go nuts when they hear the good news from PWA's crown jewel!* CARL: YES! YES! THANK YOU SAM!! RAY: DAMN! WREN: Baise Jack Gaither! (Fuck Jack Gaither!) *The fans start whistling once again.* CARL: I think I'm gonna have to sell my house to pay for the heavy fines that we're gonna get. RAY: How do you know what she said? CARL: I was a double major in Communications and in Foreign Language with an emphasis on French. SAMANTHA: Vous baiser aussi! (Fuck you too!) *The building explodes with delight and joy!* RAY: HEY! CARL: Both of our co-commissioners are trading insults in French! I love it! SAMANTHA: Pierce Cavanaugh, I know that you must be here celebrating your "victory" over Jack at Playtime's Over, but the fact of the matter is that it will always be remembered as a tainted victory. So enjoy your cheap win for now. But know this…my husband will be back to claim what it truly his on a fair and even playing field in the future. And to prepare him for this future showdown with you, Pierce, as my first order as Co-Commissioner I AM REINSTATING JACK GAITHER TO THE PWA AND HE WILL BE BACK HERE NEXT WEEK!! *The crowd blows the roof of the building following that announcement.* WREN: You CANNOT do that! SAMANTHA: Yes I can and I JUST DID with the Boards approval! WREN: Damn it! He lost fair and square! SAMANTHA: The Board and I see differently, Wren! And when Jack has his re-match down the line, you will see it too! By the way, what did you call me earlier; I could've sworn you called me a "stupid something." WREN: I called you a stupid Brit, because that's what you are. You're a stupid Brit who's married to a retarded Texan! *The crowd begins to throw rotten eggs and other forms of garbage in Ms. Chesney's general direction.* WREN: You French people can throw eggs at me all you want to, but know this: you're all a bunch of politically-charged scumbags! You don't deserve to have a basket of fries named after you; French Fries? What a disgrace! *Wren starts poking at Samantha's chest with her finger; Samantha begins to sport a huge grin on her face as the crowd gets louder.* WREN: I don't see a good reason for you to smile, because as far as I'm concerned, that dress you're wearing must've been made by the French! We Americans have the better goods on the entire planet today! *The crowd goes nuts when they spot a man wearing a Formula One racing helmet and a Zinedine Zidane French national team jersey sneaking into the ring; he stands in a corner behind an unsuspecting Wren Chesney as Samantha continues to flash her trademark smile.* RAY: Uh-oh... *Ms. Chesney continues to berate Mrs. Gaither in one corner; while in the opposite corner, the man--about 5'9" tall--begins to take off his helmet to the delight of the crowd. Wren starts to back away from Samantha, who is now sporting a shit-eating grin; meanwhile, the man takes off his helmet and sets it ever so slowly on the canvas to avoid attracting attention. The fans go off their gourds when they realize that they are seeing none other then JACK GAITHER standing a few feet away from Wren Chesney!!* CARL: YES! YES! JACK IS HERE, AND WREN CHESNEY DOESN'T EVEN REALIZE IT! RAY: This does NOT look good! CARL: Wren Chesney has no idea about what's gonna happen! *Ms. Chesney slowly creeps backwards without the slightest idea that she's about to get what has been coming to her for a very long time. Jack--whose face and body remains scarred due to his war with Pierce Cavanaugh at "Playtime's Over"--sneaks up behind an unsuspecting Wren and taps her on the shoulder three times with his left index finger. The veteran PWA Board member can only muster a large gulp as she turns around and stares at the battered and beaten face of "The Golden Eagle" himself!* CARL: Oh man...the bitch with the wig is about to get her ass kicked! *Jack instantly yanks the microphone from the hands of Ms. Chesney; despite the fact that his voice is still raw and raspy from verbally berating the PWA Board member in Toronto, "The Golden Eagle" manages to speak just four simple words.* JACK: THIS ONE'S...FOR BUTCHER! *The crowd instantly goes apeshit with Jack's mention of The Butcher; "The Golden Eagle" slams the mike down to the deck and yanks off Wren's wig! Ms. Chesney's bald head is exposed as Jack tosses the wig into the stands; adding insult to injury, Jack kicks Wren in the gut and puts her into a fireman's carry.* CARL: YES! WREN CHESNEY IS ABOUT TO BE PUNISHED FOR HER SINS! RAY: How could he do such a thing!? *The fans know what's coming next, and sure enough...THUD! "The Golden Eagle" delivers the most powerful Samba Slam in his own career, sending the hated Wren Chesney head-first to the canvas while the crowd erupts in joy to the sounds of "Cosmos Rockin'!"* CARL: "THE GOLDEN EAGLE" FLIES AGAIN! RAY: Someone get me the Ghostbusters! *Jack and Samantha share a brief kiss and hug before making their way backstage as the music plays on.* CARL: Oh man...next week is already shaping up to be a blockbuster! Thank you Samantha, and welcome back Jack! REGULAR RULES Mystic J vs. Cross Recoba Written by: John CARL: Well ladies and gentlemen, this has been a blockbuster of a show so far, but we have more coming up in just a short-short! RAY: You're right Carl, and even though I don't agree with anything that has transpired earlier tonight, it's gonna be a fun few weeks in Europe. CARL: Folks, we are proud to have the senior columnist of Inside Wrestling "Stormin'" Norman Asner with us at our table tonight. Norman, what is your take on everything that has happened here tonight? NORMAN: Well, I'd have to say that this was a huge surprise to see Samantha Gaither become PWA Co-commissioner earlier tonight, but now I believe that this organization has reclaimed an international flavor that hasn't been seen in a very long time. The ramifications of what just took place will surely affect everyone in the PWA for quite some time, and I will not be surprised to see more verbal fireworks between Mrs. Gaither and Wren Chesney as the PWA progresses through its tour of Europe. *“Space Dementia” by Muse hits the speaker system and Cross Recoba comes out from the back. He walks down the ramp and slides under the bottom rope.* RAY: Here we go--time for another match! CARL: This match should be quite an interesting affair between two cagey veterans in Cross Recoba and Mystic J. With that, let's go to Freddy! FREDDY: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring and now residing in Las Vegas, Nevad; weighing in at 210 pounds, he is "The Man Worth a Thousand Bullets," CROSS RECOBA! NORMAN: Cross Recoba's mind has been trained to look at the world as a series of negotiations and he approaches each fight as if it were an acquisition. We've heard that he loves to watch the stock market in his spare time. RAY: With the Worldwide Economic Crisis of 2009 going on right now, who would want to watch the stock market anyway? CARL: Banks are failing Ray, and people are losing money hand over fist. It's important to watch your stock and wait for the right moment to use it. Freddy, back to you. FREDDY: Ladies and gentlemen, his opponent, hailing from Mystic, Connecticut; weighing in at 307 pounds--MYSTIC J! *"The Kinslayer" by Nightwish plays over the PA system. After the violin opening, the lights strobe black and red across the entire arena. As the song picks up and the words begin, Mystic J. walks out from behind the curtain, a smug, cocky smile on his face. The crowd boos as he stares at them for a few minutes before walking to the ring. A few fans try to touch him, but Mystic moves out of their way. He walks up the steps and into the ring via the middle rope. Upon entering the ring, he raises a balled fist to a big gold pyro from the ring apron.* NORMAN: The 45-year-old Mystic J has a definite height and weight advantage over Cross Recoba, and Mystic J has been on a roll as of late. CARL: Mickey Vann has been assigned to officiate this contest. (DING!) RAY: Here we go with a battle between David and Goliath here. *Cross and Mystic lock up in the center of the ring. Cross gets the upper hand at first and begins to work on the right arm of the veteran Mystic J. The Connecticut native is about to counter Recoba's armbar attempt with a hard armdrag takedown, and another, and another; finally, Mystic begins to wrench the right arm of Recoba as he's down on the mat.* NORMAN: The bigger and stronger Mystic J with the definite advantage here early on. *Cross wiggles out of Mystic's arm wrench and sends the stronger opponent for the ride. Mystic bounces off the ropes and is met with a dropkick from Recoba, which sends Mystic reeling toward the ropes. Using this opportunity, Recoba takes the bigger Mystic and rams his head repeatedly into the top turnbuckle as referee Vann starts a five-count.* VANN: ONE...TWO...THREE... *Cross lets Mystic go at the count of four.* VANN (to Cross): LET HIM OUTTA THAT TURNBUCKLE! *Cross turns Mystic around and fires a series of left hands and chops (WHOOOOOO!!!!). Mystic fires back with some chops of his own before sending his smaller opponent down to the deck with a European uppercut. Mystic starts to blatantly choke his opponent in front of the referee.* VANN: ONE....TWO...THREE...FOUR... *At the last second, Mystic breaks the choke; Mickey Vann admonishes him for the illegal move.* VANN (to Mystic): CHOKE HIM AGAIN AND I'LL D.Q. YOU! *Faced with the threat of disqualification, Mystic stands up and begins to berate the referee; unfortunately, he doesn't realize that Cross is about to sneak up from behind. Cross manages to catch an unattentive Mystic and rolls him up for a pin attempt.* [ONE...TWO...NOPE!] RAY: Mystic wasn't paying attention to the match. NORMAN: Let's hope that his foolish pride doesn't end up costing him the match. *Cross doesn't complain to the referee; instead, he goes up to the top rope and gets ready to fly. Unfortunately, Mystic gets back up rather quickly and catches Cross mid-air before applying a wicked 360-degree slam, sending Mystic head-first into the canvas. Mystic quickly picks up Cross by the hair before sending him for the ride once again. Somehow, Cross is able to kick Mystic in the gut before executing a powerbomb in a freakish bit of strength, sending him crashing with a thud to the deck once again; Mystic is feeling the pain this time as Cross gets down and applies an armbar of his own.* CARL: WHAT STRENGTH BY CROSS! NORMAN: Simply amazing on the part of Cross Recoba to be able to plant the bigger and stronger Mystic J to the deck with a powerbomb before getting another armbar in. *Mystic counters out of the hammerlock/armbar move by throwing a series of elbows to the face of Cross Recoba. Both men manage to get up; Mystic takes the advantage and sets Cross up for the ride once again. Cross tries to counter Mystic by going for a cross-body, but Mystic catches him in mid-air, flips him onto his shoulders, and WHAM! A wicked-looking corkscrew spinebuster sends Cross back to the deck with a thud. Using this opportunity, Mystic sets Cross up for the Boston Crab and executes it.* VANN (to Cross): MR. RECOBA, DO YOU GIVE UP? WHAT DO YOU SAY? *Cross responds with a loud "NOOOOOOOO!!!!" as the Boston Crab is cinched on tighter. The referee asks Cross again if he wants to give up, but once again, "NO" is Recoba's response. Cross manages to crawl to the bottom rope; as he hooks his left hand on the bottom rope, Vann calls for Mystic to break the hold.* VANN: ROPE BREAK! ONE...TWO...THREE...FOUR... *An understandably pissed Mystic J breaks the hold and recieves another warning from Mickey Vann. Mystic picks Recoba up by the hair once again and sends him for the ride. This time, both men connect with a vicious double clothesline; Mystic and Cross hit the deck hard as Mickey Vann checks on them.* NORMAN: Double clothesline by Cross and Mystic; let's see who can manage to get up first. *Both men are attempting to get back to their feet, each on opposite sides of the ring, Mystic J is up to one knee and uses the ropes to pull himself back up to his feet, Recoba is prehaps looking the worst for wear being the less powerful man thus taking the most impact from that double clothesline. * *Mystic is the first to get up and grabs Cross before sending him for the ride; Cross bounces off the ropes, but Mystic makes the mistake of telegraphing a back body drop. Cross sees this and immediately kicks him in the gut, after which he sends Mystic to the canvas with a classic vertical suplex.* RAY: WHOA! NORMAN: What an amazing show of strength by Cross Recoba by executing that textbook vertical suplex! *Mystic gets up before Cross can cover; McCormack watches this with great interest as the battle turns into a test of speed. Mystic runs toward Cross, who attempts an armdrag, but Mystic counters with an armdrag of his own. Cross shoots right back with another armdrag, followed by another armdrag by Mystic. Mystic sends Cross to the ropes; Cross bounces off the ropes and is met by a Mystic powerslam! Mystic begins to taunt the somewhat-neutral crowd as he picks Cross up and sends him to the turnbuckle. Mystic places the prone Cross on the top turnbuckle before going up to the top himself. The fans are standing as Mystic sends Cross down hard with a vicious superplex!* CARL: Wow--what a superplex by Mystic J! RAY: This could be nighty-night for Cross Recoba! NORMAN: Cross Recoba is down, and it looks like the stronger Mystic J might have this one well in hand. Mystic J makes his way over for the cover! 1!...2!...THREE...AND NO!! KICK OUT!! Mystic can't believe it as he gives Mickey Vann the look of death! He grabs him by the throat! No, not Mickey Vann you idiot! Cross Reoba! He has both hands around Cross Recoba's throat and he's going to choke the victory out of him if he needs to! Mystic J powers Recoba up by the throat and plows him into the canvass with a stalling chokebomb! MISERY MAKER!! He hooks the leg! 1!...2!...3!! "Kinslayer" kicks back up as Mystic J raises his hand in victory for only a moment before leaving the ring. Cross Recoba is left sucking wind and wishing he brought his garrotte tonight. CARL: Mystic J's victory in the Broken Toys battle royal at Playtime's Over wasn't a fluke I suppose then. RAY: Well I guess that does it for you, Norm. Hit the shower. NORMAN: I never did like you, Ray. It's been a pleasure, Carl. HELP ME! Written by: Neil The screams of Wren Chesney are heard coming from her office as loud crashes and bangs soon follow. Her husband, Victor Cornelius Roberts, steps into the doorway with a bruised and beaten face still from Jason Sandman’s attack on him a few weeks back. He looks to be quite frightened but it doesn’t seem to be Wren that scares him. Wearing her brand new back-up wig, she shoves paperwork off her desk and throws the phone against the wall in a rage! VCR: Wren? Wren: WHAT DO YOU WANT?! VCR: Um, I need some help… Wren: Help? You come to ME asking for help?! Did you not just see what happened to me out there? I shouldn’t even be standing after that piece of gutter trash Jack Gaither assaulted me! But I’m MAD! Real PISSED OFF! So maybe THAT’S WHY I’m walking! Yeah! That could explain it! VCR: But, Wren… Wren: Shut up, Victor! Go call the police! Get Interpol down here! I want Jack Gaither arrested for what he did to me! And then, I want someone to pull a Tanya Harding on Samantha Gaither! Yeah! Snap her boney fuckin’ legs in two! VCR: But Jason Sandman… Wren: And then…and then I’m going to have Jason Sandman RAPE Butcher’s wife! And while I’m at it…I’m going to punch John Harkes in the chest until he has a heart attack and dies! And Daz Van Dyke…I’m going to stab him in the eyes! Ms. Chesney shakes with anger and rage as she can hardly contain herself. She reaches into her desk and rips the drawer out, sending the contents flying onto the floor. With her hands shaking uncontrollably she tries to open a bottle of pills. She gives up and throws the bottle at Mr. Roberts. Wren: Don’t just stand there! Help ME!! VCR: Of course… He twists the cap off and hands the pills to his wife. Like a champ, she downs a number of pills without any water. VCR: Now can you help me, Wren? Wren: No…no, I need to be left alone. I said GET OUT OF HERE!! VCR: Right! Mr. Roberts heads out the door in a hurry, making sure to watch his back the whole time. Wren Chesney falls back into her chair, still shaking but not as much. Wren: They can’t do this to me. I’m Wren Chesney! PICKING UP WHERE I LEFT OFF Written by: Darren Jonny Red is backstage looking smug like he has pulled off a major PWA exclusive interview. Red: You know I think I’m due for a bonus this month after pulling off this scoop. Just 48 hours ago reigning PWA Light Heavyweight Champion Brad Kane issued an open challenge to anyone who wanted a title shot. The camera cuts to a still of Brad Kane’s website showing the open challenge, after 48 hours not one person on the PWA roster had publically come out and accepted, however earlier today a rumour started from PWARumors.com that we had a winner, that someone had stepped up to the plate and not just any someone. Red: Right now I have an exclusive satellite link with that very man, ladies and gentleman...and Ray Quadros the undefeated in singles competition and former PWA Light Heavyweight Champion “The Future” London McCormack! The satellite feed pops onto the screen and low and behold... Max Maguire: Sorry kids but London has a prior engagement tonight but I’m sure your as pleased as cheese to see my gorgeous black mug back on a PWA screen isn’t that right Red? Red obviously disappointed not to have the one on one exclusive with London that he was raving about, but tries not to show it. Red: Sure, great to see you Max, so are the rumours true about London coming back to the PWA? Max: Everyone knows that 6 months ago London just up and left the PWA, he disappeared from this business and no one knows why, I’m not gonna go into any detail around that because thats another story for another day. However what I can confirm is that “The Future” is ready and able to return to the ring and its just fitting that Brad Kane has issued this open challenge when he did. Red: Fantastic, when can we expect to see him back in a PWA ring and when will he cash in his title shot against the champion? Max: Soon my old friend soon, theres a few things things that need ironing out first but its only fitting that when he does return his FIRST match back is a match for the Light Heavyweight title, after all he never lost that gold in the first place, so yes London gladly accepts Mr. Kane’s challenge and looks forward to facing him in what will no doubt be a classic. Red: Fantastic, so can I ask you about why London left.... Satellite feed goes to fuzz. TAG TEAM MATCH Jostrodomus & TC Jagger vs. Jake Keeton & Jason Sandman Written by: Josh, Andrew & Paul (ending) Franks: What a match up we have coming up here ladies and gentlemen. Jostrodomus and TC Jagger taking on Keeton and Sandman, two men that have been nothing but a thorn in Wren Chesney’s side. Quadros: Speaking of Wren and Jostrodomus…What’s the deal? Are they officially a couple now? Is VCR no more? Franks: It would appear so Ray. Obama still in his ear? Quadros: That and some vaginal secretions. As the music hits, the lights flash blue with every beat. A huge blue pyro erupts from the stage and begins to rain back down. As the pyro clears, Jagger appears on stage. He makes his way down to the ring in a cocky manner, ignoring all the fans who boo and jeer at him. Jagger slides into the ring and faces the camera. He folds his arms and then quickly unfolds them to point to himself as blue pyro shoots from the turnbuckles. Quadros: You think him and Joz will be able to work together? Franks: This new attitude of Joz’s…It’s amazing him and Maelstrom still get along. "Mother Fucker of The Year" by Motley Crue blasts over the PA system as the fans start to cheer. Smoke fills the entrance way and Jostrodomus emerges from the smoke arms in the air, fist clinched, ready to fight. He walks down to the ring with that shit eating grin on his face that we've all become accustomed to and arrogantly gets into the ring as the fans continue cheering. He throws his arms in the air for one last firework show and pop from the fans before leaning against the ropes before the match starts. Quadros: The cockiest son of a bitch on the face of the planet! I’m starting to like him Carl…I really am! Franks: You like anyone who’s on Wren’s side… Quadros: So? I hope he jabs splinters in Keeton’s heart this week instead of his eye! A hush fills the arena and a mixed reaction of mostly cheers with a few boos due to what he's done in the past thrown in billows from the crowd as "Hunt You Down" by Saliva hits the PA. Jake Keeton slowly emerges through the curtains with his full attention focused on the upcoming match. He walks down the ramp barely acknowledging the fans as he steps into the ring and begins to stretch. Franks: Jake Keeton looks like a man on a mission here tonight…Pissed off and ready to go toe to toe with Joz…And he’s wasting no time!! Keeton’s begun the assault. Inside the ring Keeton’s not wasting any time in going after The Number One Stunner as he connects with a quick dropkick and Sandman isn’t even out here yet! *THE FANS SCREAM AT THE BALLS OF KEETON* Live Your Way by Operator kicks up as Sandman comes down to the ring hauling ass as TC Jagger tries to cut him off. The two trade blows back and forth on the outside as Keeton continues to go to work on Jostrodomus on the inside. Sandman with a vicious clothesline that sends Jagger to the ground. Sandman sliding into the ring as the fans give a huge cheer for the excitement here in the early going. Sandman looking at Keeton…Keeton whipping Joz into the ropes….HELLACIOUS CLOTHESLINE FROM JASON SANDMAN!!!!! Franks: What a message these two are sending here early on in this match!! And the bell hasn’t even rang yet! Quadros: Disqualify them! This is insane…This ain’t no playground school yard where you run up and sucker punch someone!!! Finally the bell rings and the ref orders the chaos to stop. Sandman elects to let Keeton continue the assault on Joz as Jagger pulls himself back up onto the ring apron. Inside the ring Keeton picks Joz up off the mat and whips him into the turnbuckle. Keeton getting a full head of steam as he charges and Joz and connects with a flying body splash sending The Number One Stunner slumping to the mat. Keeton getting the fans involved here keeping his high energy going...Keeton with a series of quick kicks to the head of Jostrodomus and follows it up with a foot choke to the neck area…The ref forces him to break it. Keeton pointing to Joz here before picking him up and whipping him across the ring into the other turnbuckle. Jagger using his head here as he slaps the hand of Jostrodomus and heads into the ring catching Keeton with a clothesline. Keeton bounces to his feet again and gets a solid right to the face from Jagger. Jagger with a left…right…left…right…and Keeton goes down. Joz able to pull himself to the outside here as Jagger picks Keeton up off the mat. Franks: Jagger is fresh and going to town on Keeton now. Quadros: Yes…I like this! Jagger connects with a snap suplex…He holds it for the cover…1….2….Keeton with the kick out. Jagger to his feet and Keeton gets to his as the two lock eyes. Keeton looking for his move, possibly to make the tag, but Jagger stops him in his tracks as he’s able to duck the punch and connect with an atomic drop. Keeton bounces up and off and Sandman slaps him on the back to make the tag. Sandman the legal man here as he charges Jagger. Jagger ducks the clothesline attempt and connects with a boot to the midsection of Sandman, but Sandman smiles as if it doesn’t phase him. Jagger eyes bulge out of his head as Sandman connects with a vicious right cross. TC stumbles back Sandman chases and connects with a hellacious spine buster!!! *HUGE POP* Franks: Sandman is a mad man here tonight! Guess he took offense to what was said throughout the week about him. Quadros: He belongs in the looney bin…Right along side OBAMA!!! Back inside the ring Sandman is taking control the match as he picks Jagger up off the mat…TC tosses a right but Sandman blocks the punch and counters with a knife edge chop…And another…And another and he’s got Jagger pinned in the corner of him and Keeton. Keeton with a kidney shot that the ref doesn’t see and Sandman follows it up with a big boot as TC slumps to the ground. Keeton getting in the face of Jagger now yelling at him… Keeton: SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU ALIGN WITH JOZ…YOU SEE IT?? Sandman continues to work on Jagger with a short foot choke. Sandman picking Jagger up now, and Jagger able to get an elbow to the midsection of Sandman…Sandman stumbles back a bit as Jagger tries to go for the tag…Sandman gets his composure back and charges at Jagger…GORE TO THE BACK!! BUT JAGGER MAKES THE TAG!! JOSTRODOMUS IS THE LEGAL MAN!! SANDMAN DOESN’T REALIZE IT!! Joz into the ring now as Sandman turns around to face a spinebuster. Sandman gets to his feet on pure adrenaline…Joz sizing him up…ANOTHER SPINE BUSTER FROM JOZ!!! Joz with the cover…1….2….and Keeton breaks the three count with a foot stop to the back of Joz’s head. The ref argues with Keeton now as Joz gets to his feet about the same time as Sandman. Sandman with a right…Joz with a left..Back and forth the two big men go…Sandman whipping Joz into the ropes and Joz comes flying back with a flying elbow smash…Sandman to the mat…Joz down as well…Keeton cheering on Sandman here wanting the tag…Joz gets to his feet and picks Sandman up off the mat. Joz lifting him up and connects with a vertical suplex…Joz rolls to his feet and looks right at Jake Keeton motioning for him to come on in!! Franks: THE COCKINESS OF JOSTRODOMUS!!! Quadros: I love it!! I love it!! I love it!!! Joz with a couple of stomps to the head of Jason Sandman before he drags him over towards his own corner. Keeton throws a shot over the ropes but Joz ducks…Joz backing off a bit now as he places Jason Sandman right in line for a tag. Joz motions to Keeton once again that he’s ready to dance…Keeton makes the tag and leaps over the ropes charging right at Joz…Joz able to avoid the first attack here from Keeton as Keeton tries to use his speed to out due the power of Jostrdomus. Keeton with a quick right hand to the midsection of Jostrodomus, but it doesn’t do much for damage. Joz connects with a solid right as Keeton stumbles back but comes back firing…Joz able to catch him for a tilt-a-whirl back breaker and begins to gain the edge here. Joz picking Keeton up now…Knife edged chop from The Number One Stunner followed by another…And another…Keeton back against the far turnbuckle here in a bit of trouble as Joz continues the assault of chops. Keeton tries to use his speed to get around behind Joz, but Joz tosses him right back against the turn buckle. Joz with a solid right hand…Joz lifting Keeton up onto the ropes…Keeton fires a right hand but Joz counters with one of his own…Joz going for it and connects with a top rope suplex…Joz with the cover…1..2…..thr….and a kickout by Keeton. Franks: What a match Ray! Quadros: I’m startin’ to like it quite dandy myself… Franks: Joz getting a little payback there for the damage Keeton did early on. Both men are down on the mat following that last move, but the Number One Stunner appears to be in better shape than the All American Nightmare and manages to climb back to his feet just as his opponent rolls over and climbs to his knees and takes a moment to smirk at Keeton before delivering a hard stomp to the back of his opponent’s head. Joz’s smirk becomes a little wider as he watches his nemesis rolls around on the mat, while holding the back of his head, and then, after measuring hism for a moment, proceeds to deliver a second stomp that connects directly to the throat! As can be expected, the crowd doesn’t take kindly to Joz using these tactics, and boo him at the top of their lungs; Joz takes a moment to soak the hatred in before pulling Keeton back to his feet by the hair and then lifting him up before dropping him thoat first across the top rope with a nasty looking Standing Hot Shot! JEEZ! Keeton staggers backward, directly into the Number One Stunner’s grasp, and finds himself being taken over into released German Suplex that causes the All American Nightmare to land in sickening fashion upon his head and neck! The crowd goes deathly silent That trademark cocky smirk appears on the face of Joz as he casually saunters over to where his opponent lies and drops down to apply what he clearly thinks should be the final cover: 1…2…THREEEEEEEEENO! KEETON GETS A SHOULDER UP! Keeton will not quit! Franks: What a display of bravery and determination by Keeton! Quadros: When you say bravery and determination, you mean “stupidity”, right? Jake should have stayed down when he had the chance, because Joz looks like he wants to end this once and for all! Indeed, Joz’s grin has disappeared as he proceeds to assume the mounted position and rain down a series of right hands onto his rival’s head. He then pulls Jake back to his feet and proceeds to pull him a short-arm knee to the gut that leaves Keeton doubled over, before grabbing him around the waist and lifting him up for the DOMUS ENDING Gutwrench Powerbomb! Wait! Keeton is somehow able to reverse this move into a Rana that sends Joz to the mat! More angered than hurt, Joz immediately springs to his feet, only to be clocked in the face with a stiff forearm! Joz returns fire with one of his own! Keeton connects with a second forearm! Joz fires back again! Keeton fires back with a third! OH! Joz responds with a rake of the eyes! Jostrodomus takes advatange of his opponent’s blinded state to whip him into the ropes, and then proceeds to pick him up and drive him down hard with a Spinebuster! However, Keeton still had the presence of mind to grab him into a headlock, and use Joz’s own momentum to spike him head first into the mat with a DDT! Both men remain on the canvas for a moment, before they slowly roll over and start to make their way to their respective corners! Franks: Who’s going to get their first? Quadros: Keeton…He’s as fast as speedy Gonzales esse!!! Joz inching closer!! Keeton’s even closer!! Joz about there…Sandman gets the tag…and no!!! He stops Joz from making the tag…Sandman flips him over onto his back now…Joz flipping Sandman off!! He’s still got some fight left in him! Sandman with a quick vicious as can be elbow drop onto Joz here as the middle finger falls past half mast. Sandman picking Joz up here and whips him into the ropes. …He’s getting a full head of steam and what a boot by Sandman!! Joz almost went flying out of the ring on that one! Sandman showing shades of Muhamad Ali now with a hellacious combinations of left and rights to The Number One Stunner. Sandman backs up as Joz stumbles out of the corner and falls flat on his face. Keeton begging for the tag and Sandman obliges and Keeton’s the fresh man in the ring now…Keeton waste no time in jumping to the top rope…HE LEAPS AND CONNECTS WITH A SPLITLEG MOONSAULT… Franks: What a move!!! Jake Keeton is just on fire tonight!!! Keeton with the cover…1…2….thre….Kickout!! Joz kicks out!! Joz kicks out!! Keeton doesn’t waste anytime being a solid veteran and continues to go to work on Jostrodomus. Keeton helping Joz to his feet here…He runs towards the ropes and jumps up on them…he leaps and connects with a back elbow smash that sends Joz down to the mat once again…Keeton goes for the cover once again..1…2…and a kickout by The Number One Stunner! Keeton pulling Joz to his feet and connects a couple of knife edged chops back into the corner of Keeton and Sandman. Keeton with the tag…Sandman back in…Both me grabbing a hold of Joz here as they whip him into the turnbuckle and JOZ ALMOST LANDS ON TC JAGGER!! Joz up and ontop of the ropes in an awkward position from the result of that move as Sandman heads towards Joz….Joz falling off the ropes now as Sandman charges…Joz wobbly already…and ducks out of the way of Sandman’s attempted gore!! Joz uses his last ounce of energy…JAGGER GETS THE TAG… Franks: Finally Jostrodomus is able to get out of there! Quadros: What a match…Joz was giving a beating and then he took one hell of one…They’ve isolated Jagger from this match and been workin’ Joz over… Franks: You know that’s a message directly to Wren Chesney! Inside the ring Jagger’s on a roll already hitting a couple of quick snap suplexes on Jason Sandman…Now he’s waiting for Sandman to get to his feet sizing him up for something perhaps a little more devastating. Sandman to his feet…Jagger with a kick to the gut…He lifts him up!!! STALLING SUPLEX by TC Jagger…Jagger showing his strength there…He goes for the cover…1….2……and a kickout by Sandman. Keeton reaching over the ropes, stomping and clapping trying motivate Sandman to get over and make the tag, but TC won’t let him anywhere near his own side of the ring as he pulls him back over into the corner and begins to stomp away at the body of Jason Sandman…One to the arm…One to the leg…One to the head…One to the shoulder…Two more to the knee. Jagger climbing the top rope now…He leaps and connects with leg drop onto the knee area of Jason Sandman…Jagger going for a boston crab here…Sandman trying to fight it off, but TC is able to get the crab locked in!!! Sandman looks like he’s in pain as he tries to fight his way toward the ropes… Ref: Do you give? Sandman: FUCK NO!!! Sandman reaching for it and he’s got the rope as the ref forces TC to break the hold. As TC breaks the hold Sandman reaches over and pokes him in the eyes. Joz yells at the ref…. Jostrodomus: LOOK AT THAT BULLSHIT!! GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS REF!! Sandman gets to his feet and makes the tag into Jake Keeton as Jagger appears to be a little blurry still and bumps into the ref…The ref goes through the ropes to the outside and Jostrodomus and Keeton waste no time going after one another…Joz charging towards Keeton, but Keeton’s a step ahead of him…Keeton connecting with a springboard dragonrana…Keeton getting to his feet throwing his arms in the air as the fans scream out!! Sandman and Jagger are trading punches back and forth before Jagger connects with a solid Clotheslines…Keeton comes in for the Save as he chop blocks the back of Jaggers knee sending Jagger down on all fours…Keeton jumps to his feet he bounces off the ropes as Jagger tries to recover…Keeton with a rolling necksnap here as Joz gets to his feet…Joz going for a spear on Keeton but KEETON SIDE STEPS IT!! Joz flying head first through the ropes and onto the outside…Keeton charges towards Joz…He leaps up onto the turnbuckle…He leaps again…WASTED HOPES!!! WASTED HOPES!!!! Franks: Tremendous move by Jake Keeton. Jostrodomus looks to be flattened by Keeton!!! Quadros: That may be true, but I think Jagger is about to share his fate. TC Jagger sees his partner laid out and turns around just in time to receive a Venoms Strike Clothesline from Sandman. Jason stands over the fallen Jagger and stares down the ramp as he pulls Jagger to his feet. Sitting Jagger up in the powerbomb position Jason yells “ I hope your watching this Nikki.” Then in one fluid motion Jason slams Jagger down with a Downtown Drop. Franks: For the second Violation in a row Jason Sandman has used The Butcher’s move!!! Quadros: And doing it with twice the force Butcher ever dreamed of!!! Franks: Sandman is dragging the lifeless body of Jagger closer to the corner and he has ascended the ropes. Quadros: This can’t be good.! Jason Sandman has his back turned to Jagger and leaps off with a monstrous moonsault Doublestomp. As the fans to their feet in applauds following Ring The Fucking Bell. Keeton and Joz are still fighting on the outside as Joz reaches into his trunks looking for the brass knuckles from earlier in the night…Keeton with a kick to the midsection…HIGHLIGHT OF THE NIGHT!!!! Keeton just busted Jostrodomus open here ladies and gentlemen!! Jagger slowly starting to get to his feet in the ring as Sandman watches on and delivers a hellacious kick…Keeton slides into the ring…Him and Sandman meet eyes…Sandman lifting Jagger up off the mat as the ref tries to tell Sandman to get out of the ring…Sandman picks him up…Sandman with a vicious shot to the midsection…HIGHLIGHT OF THE NIGHT!!!!! KEETON COVERS…1…2….3…. Franks: KEETON AND SANDMAN WIN!!! KEETON AND SANDMAN WITH A VICTORY HERE TONIGHT IN WHAT BECAME ONE HELL OF A VIOLENT MATCH!!! Quadros: Joz is slowly getting to his feet here! He’s busted wide open from that Highlight Of The Night! Get em’ Joz! Franks: He doesn’t look happy! Joz has the knucks on his hand from earlier on as Keeton and Sandman don’t see him coning!! THWACK!!! He unleashes a hellacious punch to Sandman and SANDMAN’S OUT COLD!! Franks: That was vicious Ray…I don’t know if… Quadros: Wow…I’ve never seen Joz like this before. Keeton quickly rips the knuckles from the hands of Jostrodomus as the two start to trade punches back and forth. Finally Joz grabs a hold of Keeton and throws him through the ropes to the outside…Joz following keeton to the outside now but Keeton with a vicious uppercut that sends Joz stumbling backwards. The way are making their way towards the ramp fighting the whole way up it as security comes down to break it up. Meanwhile inside the ring Jagger and Sandman are both coming to…Sandman getting to his feet… Franks: TC watch it… Quadros: OH CHRIST!! He’s pissed!! Sandman looks down at Jagger who’s getting to his feet… Franks: He’s got evil intentions! Jagger to his feet…Sandman grabs him…FIRST BORN DEMISE!!!! AND JAGGER IS BACK TO SLEEP!!! SANDMAN LEAVES JAGGER IN APILE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!! Franks: I bet he thought Jagger did it… Quadros: I don’t know what he thought…But Jagger was just in the wrong place at the wrong time of a very angry Jason Sandman…Looks like they’ve finally caught Joz and Keeton pulled apart. Jostrodomus: You’re fuckin’ dead Keeton…You fuckin’ hear me? Keeton: Keep flappin’ your jaw old timer…Your time is done!!! Franks: What an ending…And that’s not all tonight yet folks!! We still got Terminus on Deck and The Captain taking on Kaito!!! What a night for PWA Wrestling! DEFENDER OF HONOR Written by: Justin & Paul The scene quickly cuts to backstage, where we see Omar Owens, Freak Nasty 1 and Nikki Cortez walking quickly towards the arena with a purpose. They've all got very serious looks on their faces, even Freak Nasty 1 lacking his usual Cheshire grin. Before they can get too far, however, their progress is impeded by none other than Wren Chesney. Wren: Just where do you think you're going? Mr. Owens, I demand to know what your intentions are here in PWA! O2: Don't worry, Mrs. Chesney. I plan on letting you and everyone else know exactly why I'm here right now, which is why I'm headed out to the ring. Wren positions herself right in front of Omar, getting in his way. Wren: And what if I don't allow you to go out to the ring? What if I have security usher you out of the arena never to be heard from again in PWA? Freak Nasty 1: Then you'll be the brilliant executive that turned away one of the greatest wrestlers of all time. Nikki: I'm sure the board will look favorably upon that move. Wren gives Nikki a sarcastic smirk, but dutifully steps out of the way. Wren: Just know that if you do or say anything that I feel is going to bring harm to the reputation of PWA; I will see to it that you are never allowed to return. Omar doesn't even give her a second glance as the three of them head towards the curtain separating the backstage from the arena. Just then, the scene switches to in the arena. Franks: I think we're about to hear from Omar Owens for the first time in three years, Ray! Quadros: It may have been the greatest three years of my life. All of a sudden "Oh" by Ciara kicks up and the crowd is whipped into the type of frenzy that is reserved only for the return of all-time fan favorites after a prolonged absence. All three of them step out from the back and normally Omar would soak in the adulation of his fans, but he's only got one thing on his mind and it is getting to the ring to pick up a microphone. That is exactly what he does, with Nikki and Freak accompanying him. He puts the microphone to his lips. O2: It's been a long time... He's forced to pause as the crowd goes back to cheering wildly for him, giving him a standing ovation. As focused as he is, he still can't hold back a slight smirk due to the reception. O2: I can't tell you how much your applause means to me and how much I've missed it. But right now, I've got my mind focused on other things. I came to PWA with a purpose because I was witnessing things happening here that should never have come to pass and no one...not the board of directors, not Wren Chesney, not any of the wrestlers...no one was doing anything to stop it. He pauses for a moment, letting his words sink in. For the first time since first appearing tonight, the crowd is silent. O2: You might think I'm here because Butch is incapacitated....that I'm here to seek revenge for an old friend and to even up a score for him. Well, that's not it. Nobody knew better than Butch what the stakes were in that match with Jason Sandman and nobody knows better than me that he doesn't want or need anyone to fight his battles for him. At the thought of her husband in his current state, Nikki begins to get a little emotional. She turns away from Omar for a moment and Freak goes to comfort her while Omar continues to talk. O2: Two things are what brought me here. One is that Jason Sandman has been terrorizing Mrs. Cortez here for weeks and no one has stepped up to face him like a man and make him stop. She's been subjugated to his threats and abuse and time for that to come to an end.. The crowd begins to cheer again at the thought of Jason Sandman finally getting his just desserts. O2: But I have to tell you the biggest reason that I'm here. He pauses again, while the crowd awaits, eager to hear what has brought him all the way to Paris. O2: The biggest reason I'm here is that I was one of a select few during Total Nonstop Wrestling's illustrious run who shed blood, sweat, and tears to climb to the top of the mountain and prove that they were beyond any doubt the absolute best in the company and you know what? Jason Sandman was not one of them! Omar is getting visibly upset now and the crowd is egging him on, absolutely loving the fact that someone is calling Sandman out. O2: I worked too damn long and too damn hard and wrestled against some of the best men that his sport has ever seen to watch this little punk walk around with that title that means the absolute world to me without having earned it. So everyone's been asking me, Omar, why are you here in PWA? I'll tell you why. I'm here to get that TNW World Championship off Jason Sandman's waist and to teach him a little goddamn respect!!! Live Your Way comes on the speakers, but before his entire choreographed entrance can get underway, Jason Sandman comes storming out from the back, stomping down the ramp towards the ring. He's wearing the TNW World Championship belt around his waist and is brandishing a steel chair wrapped in barbed wire. Omar drops his microphone and motions for Sandman to bring it. He reaches the ring and slides in under the bottom rope, while at the same time, Freak and Nikki scatter to the outside, not wanting to get in the middle of this. Franks: This is about to get serious! O2 is pissed and Sandman looks ready to inflict some damage! Quadros: By the looks of that chair, Omar's stint in PWA could be a short one! Sandman's up in a flash and swings the chair at Omar, who ducks out of the way and takes advantage of Sandman's prone state by hitting him with a hard right to the chin, causing him to let go of the chair. Sandman responds with a right of his own and the two are exchanging blows back and forth before Omar ducks one and goes for a takedown. Now the two are on the mat, rolling back and forth, neither one able to gain the upperhand for long. Franks: Here comes security! Hammerfist security comes streaming out from the back towards the ring, followed closely by Wren Chesney. Omar is able to get the advantage in the ring, but Sandman grabs a hold like he is going for a choke. Security jumps into the ring and tries to pull the men apart, but struggles as the two wrestlers are serious about inflicting damage. Hammerfist’s men finally separate the two. Wren: Omar, I told you if you did anything to bring the reputation of PWA down, I'd have you taken out of here. I'm a woman of my word, so that's it, you're gone for tonight. We'll see if you can behave yourself next week! Same goes for you Sandman. I don’t care what else you had planned tonight you are done. Omar continues to fight against security, screaming obscenities at Sandman, who has stopped struggling against the security members trying to hold him back. Because of this, they have eased their grips on him, which is exactly what he wanted. He uses this opportunity to break free, scoop up the barbed wire chair and charge at Omar. Still being held back, Omar is unable to protect himself as Sandman brings down the chair right on Omar's skull, instantly opening him up. Blood begins to stream down his face, and stumbles backwards a bit. Security uses this chance to force Omar into the ropes. Wren: Get him out of here! Now! Once he’s out come back and remove Sandman. The security force Omar out of the ring and usher him back up the ramp with Nikki and Freak in tow. Omar still has his eyes trained on Sandman in the ring as he's being dragged backstage. Sandman stares back and give flips off Omar as he disappears to the back. REGULAR RULES Jiraiya Kaito vs. Captain Howdy Written by: Neil 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. Franks: Such a brutal match last week at Playtime’s Over for Captain Howdy against Terminus. Their Last Man Standing match left an impression on the Rogers Centre that will probably never been forgotten. Quadros: And with that loss, he can never challenge for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship again as long as Terminus holds the belt. 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, blue lights illuminate the arena. 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. Franks: Kaito had a rough night at Playtime’s Over as well, Ray. In fact, Kaito left that event feeling a bit embarrassed and at a loss of what to do next. Quadros: Well it was pretty rough for him to lose the Premiere Championship to Christopher Moore after Moore all ready competed earlier in the night against TC Jagger. He just needs to get over the loss in a hurry or else he may leave here with a broken neck! Referee Pierre French calls for the bell so we can get this match underway! Ding! The two former tag team partners, perhaps even friends, stare each other down with a look of contempt. Regardless of what’s been said or hasn’t been said this week, the anger over the “accident” between them a few weeks back in a tag team match continues to linger. With their most recent loses at Playtime’s Over still bitter, no doubt that frustration only adds to whatever differences these two are bringing to the ring tonight. Captain Howdy steps forward, almost sticking his chin out in a reckless fashion, almost pleading with Kaito to hit him with all he’s got. Come on! Hit me! Make yourself feel better! Kaito steps forward now, flexing that registered weapon of his, looking poising to kick Howdy’s head off at any moment. But no. Kaito waves him off and wishes to lock up rather than take an easy first shot. Franks: A bit of gamesmanship going on between these two right now. Finally, they do just that and lock up for all it’s worth. The two tussle back and forth, not giving an inch. Howdy starts to overpower Kaito and moving him back towards a corner but Kaito digs his foot in, stopping the momentum. Kaito pushes back with more power this time, turning the tie up into his favor. Now he’s pushing Captain Howdy backwards towards the center of the ring. Now pushing Howdy towards a corner but now Howdy sticks his foot down, stopping Kaito in his tracks. Captain Howdy powers up, pushing off his back leg and bulling an unsteady Kaito back first into a corner. He puts his shoulder into Kaito’s face, crowding the former Premiere Champion to limit his movements. Referee French asks for a clean break and Captain Howdy does just that as he backs away. Franks: It appears Captain Howdy wants to play by the rules tonight, Ray. Quadros: We’ll see how long that lasts. Kaito steps out of the corner and looks to be quite confused, wondering what Howdy is up to with these tactics. Howdy tells him come on, let’s do this again. So they lock up one more time as they crowd seems to be growing a bit restless. This time Captain Howdy wins the lock-up outright as Kaito continues to figure out what his opponent’s game plan is. Howdy wrenches down on Kaito with a headlock until he’s pushed off towards the ropes. Off the ropes comes Howdy with a running shoulder block that drops Kaito the mat. Howdy takes off towards the ropes again just before Kaito nips up. Kaito collects Howdy on the rebound with a Japanese arm drag into a Fujiwara armbar. Captain Howdy is able to position himself on his side and battles to a knee. From there he’s able to work his way to his feet, making Kaito release the armbar before any real damage can be done. But Kaito doesn’t give his former tag team partner any room as he throws a stiff kick into the midsection of Howdy! The Captain recoils after still being beat up from his match with Terminus. Kaito throws another kicks that nearly doubles Howdy over. One more kick for good measure by Kaito is blocked by Howdy’s forearms, giving him the opportunity to land a brutal head butt right to Kaito’s forehead! Franks: And I think the gamesmanship is all done for the night, folks. Quadros: Kaito used what he has best, his legs. Captain Howdy countered with what he has best, his head. Kaito bounces to a knee but clearly isn’t with it just yet as he shakes his head. Howdy cinches him back into a headlock, not giving the former Premiere Champion a moment to think. Howdy parades him around the ring for a moment, showing the crowd the top of Kaito’s head, only to release him into a swift backdrop! Howdy hooks the leg…1...2...KICK OUT! Not surprised one bit Kaito kicked-out, Howdy drops a knee to the head of Kaito and applies a front face-lock. The crowd starts to rally behind Kaito early on as he tries to wiggle free from the front-face lock.. He able to lift himself onto the palms of his hands to try and get up but Howdy is quick to release the submission and drop an elbow drop across Kaito’s neck. Howdy pops up and drops another elbow drop to the back of the neck. He gets up for a trifecta of elbow drops but no, Kaito has the presence of mind to roll to the side. Kaito uses the ropes to get to his feet, wincing in pain as he holds the back of his neck. Franks: Captain Howdy is giving Kaito all the room in the world to get himself back situated. Quadros: I don’t know if that’s smart, dumb, or disrespectful, Carl. I really don’t. Howdy wants another tie up and Kaito is quick to oblige. They meet in the center of the ring but the tie up doesn’t last long as this time Kaito wins outright and twists the arm of Howdy around. Solid back kick to the jaw by Kaito drops Howdy in a heap! Kaito jumps onto Howdy with a banzai double knee drop that makes Howdy sit up in pain! Follow up stiff kick to the back of the seated Howdy! Ouch! Swinging front kick to the face by Kaito lays Howdy out! Oh! Kaito hooks the leg! 1!…2!…KICK OUT! Franks: Kaito isn’t holding back at all with those kicks. Quadros: Yeah he’s really laying the leather there. Kaito lifts Howdy up by the head and executes a snap suplex. Still holding onto the head, Kaito rolls through to the other side with another snap suplex. Kaito continues holding on for a little trifecta of his own but instead powers Howdy up into a final fisherman’s neck breaker! Howdy grabs his neck this time and rolls around. Standing moonsault pin by Kaito! Hooks the leg! 1!…2!…THR…KICK OUT!! Kaito doesn’t look too happy tonight as he helps Captain Howdy to his feet. An Irish whip by Kaito sends Howdy crashing hard into the turnbuckles. And here comes a running Kaito with a handspring enzuigiri that hits Howdy right on the button! Howdy wobbles out of the corner covering his face in pain, leaving himself wide open for Kaito’s follow up springboard Yakuza kick to the side of the head! Franks: Geez! Another cover by Kaito…1!..2!…THRE…KICK OUT! Kaito is gaining some momentum here as he takes a couple kicks to the inside thigh of Howdy.. Dragon leg screw by Kaito twists the right knee of Howdy as he’s targeting anywhere and everywhere on the former #1 Contender. Double knee drop to the back of Howdy’s knee as Kaito now bends the leg back over his own, trying to hyperextend it. Referee French asks Howdy if he wants to give…eh never mind. Howdy tells him to go the Hell! Kaito steps off the knees of Howdy but continues to not give his former tag team partner any room whatsoever as he lands a couple more precision kicks. Howdy fights through the many blows, getting himself up to a knee. Kaito pulls him up the rest of the way for an Irish whip! Reversed by Howdy! Here comes Kaito off the ropes with a springboard back elbow! OH! Captain Howdy plows through Kaito in midair with a clothesline to the back of the head! Both men are down! Franks: These two know each other too well, Ray. It looked like Howdy set Kaito up for that clothesline. Quadros: That I wouldn’t doubt. Howdy stepped forward after the reverse to prepare himself. He knew what he was doing. Referee Pierre French starts the count…1!…2!…3!…4!…Captain Howdy gets up and stretches his leg out for a moment before going on the offensive again. He drops a stomp to Kaito’s knee this time and grabs the foot. He lifts Kaito’s foot up into the air only to ram his knee right back down into the canvass! He lifts the leg again and one more time rams it into the canvass! That ought to limit those vicious Kaito kicks! Now Howdy applies a stretch muffler and facelock combination submission, bending Kaito into a pretzel! Franks: Oh man I don’t know how Kaito’s going to get out of that. Quadros: That’s quite an uncomfortable position for both men, Carl. Kaito yells out as he tries to find the ropes with a free hand. Referee French asks the question if he wants to tap-out? NO! The crowd once again starts to get behind the Seiryuu with chants to will him on! “Kai-to! Kai-to! Kai-to!” He tries to battle his way out of this or even towards the ropes but it’s simply a hopeless situation with Howdy in firm control of the legs and head. Still, he tries to wiggle free, making it difficult for Howdy to maintain this position. “Kai-to! Kai-to! Kai-to!” Howdy pulls back inward in both directions, threatening to make Kaito’s foot touch his head! Ah! “Kai-to! Kai-to! Kai-to!” Referee Pierre French asks again…do you want to give up? NO! Captain Howdy releases the submission and lets Kaito’s body sprawl out onto the canvass. Franks: With these fans cheering his name, Kaito survives the stretch! Quadros: Yeah but will he survive the rest of this match? Captain Howdy rolls Kaito over and now applies a stomach claw! Kaito’s clutches his head in pain as the Captain contorts the abdomen of the Seiryuu! Digging his fingers in deep and twisting, Howdy looks as if he’s about to rip his former tag team partner’s entrails out! Referee French dares to ask if he wants to give up! Kaito replies with a sit-up Mongolian chop that makes Howdy instantly break the stomach claw! Howdy falls backwards, running his temples as Kaito get to his knees and holding his stomach, nearly losing his lunch. Kaito battles through the pain to his feet, keeping his back to Howdy the whole time. Captain Howdy pounces on Kaito with a bulldog attempt but that goes no where because Kaito connects with a back elbow to the jaw! Kaito turns around and throws a kick to midsection, kick to right kidney, kick to midsection…stops to grab his own stomach…kick to left kidney, and a kick to chest, rocking Captain Howdy backwards with the series of kicks! Kaito collects Howdy with a STO!! He hooks the leg! 1!…2!…2.99191313!! Franks: Oh so close! What a turn around by Kaito! Quadros: He was down and out but now he’s back in control. Kaito continues to fight through his burning stomach pain as he executes a deadlift release dragon suplex that causes Howdy to bounce off the canvass hard! Through momentum or adrenaline, Howdy pops up but was wobbly knees…standing dropsault by Kaito knocks Howdy hard into a corner! Here comes a running Kaito right on top of Howdy and up onto the second tier of ropes! He starts pounding away on Howdy’s head with blows! The crowd counts! One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! TEN! Follow up Tornado DDT by Kaito spikes Howdy in the middle of the ring!! Cover!…ONE!!…TWO!!….THREEEENOO!!…KICK OUT!! The Paris crowd thought that was it! Franks: Clutch kick-out by Captain Howdy! Quadros: That sure was close! Kaito looks at Referee French and almost dares to question the referee with an eye patch.. But it’s not nice to yell at the handicap, right? Kaito maintains his focus and lifts Howdy up again, this time executing a Michinoku Driver II! Captain Howdy has been laid out! Kaito makes his way over to the turnbuckles and hops up top! The flash photography starts going off as he faces the fans! Here comes the end! RYUBAKUDAN!!! Imploding Senton Bomb by Kaito for the win!! NO!! MISSES!! Captain Howdy rolled out of the way!! Kaito crashed hard onto the canvass with his back! Both men are down and Referee French can only count! 1!… 2!… 3!… 4!… 5!… 6!… Franks: No damn it! We can’t end up with another draw between these two! Quadros: It just may happen again! 7!…9!…Nine? Where’s eight?! Just kidding…8!… Captain Howdy sits up with a mop of hair flinging forward into his face! 9!…No! It can’t end this way! Not again! TE…Captain Howdy covers Kaito for the pin! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!! Captain Howdy shakes his head no! No! No! No! He’s gotta do it! He picks up Kaito and hoists him up into the air for the WIDOWMAKER!! Kaito lands right on his neck from the sheerdrop brain buster! OH!! And that’s all she wrote! Howdy makes the cover!…1!….2!….2.9999231432431!! Another kick-out! Franks: Oh! Kaito kicked out! Quadros: The eye patch referee may have saved him there! The crowd pops for Kaito! Captain Howdy shakes his damn head again! NO he yells out! Not again! Kaito is laid out but not done yet! Howdy’s fighting something back but it’s too late! He won’t be denied again! He lifts the loopy Kaito up and spins him around…PLAYTIME’S OVER!! The vertebreaker compresses Kaito onto his neck one more time as Captain Howdy holds him there with the shoulders down, crowd booing. 1!….2!…..THREE!!! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ferdinand: And the winner of this match by pinfall…CAPTAIN HOWWWWDY!! “Captain Howdy” kicks up as the winner steps away from Kaito. The Seiryuu’s body falls off his neck and lays out on the canvass. Captain Howdy looks down at what he’s done and shakes his head. Was it in the spirit of competition or did he really want to hurt the man? We may never know as he begins to leave the ring with the crowd giving him hell. Referee French waves out to the back for some help and here comes the EMTs with a backboard. Kaito pushes French away from him and crawls his way towards the ropes, staring daggers out at Captain Howdy. What’s he more upset about, losing or Howdy almost breaking his neck? Franks: What a match-up between these two once again, Ray. This time we get a winner but I don’t know what to make of this. Did Captain Howdy do everything he could to win or did he try to hurt Kaito near the end of this match? Quadros: I don’t know, Carl. But if that’s how he treats friends, I’d hate to be his enemy. A SYMBOL OF PRIDE Written by: Justin We cut to the parking lot where Hammerfist security is ushering Omar and Freak out of the building. Omar's calmed down a bit from before and he's wiping the blood away from his face now, not fighting against the security force at all. A stretch black limo pulls up in front of them and out from the back steps Daz Van Dyke, who seems to be unaware whose path he has just crossed. O2: You! Daz now sees Omar right in front of him and puts on his million dollar fake smile. DVD: Ah, Omar Owens. Leaving so soon? Just then, Omar lunges forward and accosts Daz, grabbing him and shoving him back into the limo and following him in there. The scene then cuts to the interior of the luxury limo, with a visibly shaken Daz recoiling from Omar, who is seething again. DVD: What is this all about? Mugs! Mugs! A calm knock on the window follows Daz's screams for help. Omar pushes the button to lower the window, revealing Mugs Hammerfist's face peering in. O2: Don't worry, Mugs, we're just having a conversation. He rolls the window back up and turns his attention back to Daz, who has regained his composure and his false confidence now that he knows Omar is not going to attack him. DVD: Omar, I must say, it's great to see you again. You know, I was thinking. The two of us have made each other a lot of money over the years. Perhaps we could do it again. Tell me, do you know what Cornerstone Wrestling is? O2: How could you do it, Daz? Daz gets a quizzical look on his face. DVD: I've done a lot of things that have elicited that question from people, Omar. You'll have to be more specific. O2: The title, Daz. How can you let him walk around wearing it? DVD: Oh, the TNW World Championship? Well what do you want me to do about it? It's not like I'm one to stop Jason Sandman from doing whatever he wants to do. O2: Do anything, Daz. Anything. Even nothing would've been better than working with him. What were you thinking? Forget how much hard work Butch put into winning that title. Forget what the title means to me or to Kaito. Forget the lengths to which Bryce Michaels went to win it. Forget the fact that the title is so many things to so many people. Think about what that title should mean to you. DVD: To me? O2: Yeah, to you, Daz. That title is a symbol. It's a symbol for the company that you built from scratch. The company you took from bingo halls and no TV contract to being one of the biggest wrestling companies in the world. For everything anyone says about you, Daz, the one good thing you've ever done was take nothing and make it into something that mattered. That title is a symbol for your hard work, your ingenuity, your business accumen, your very name. And every day that fraud holds onto it tarnishes everything you've ever worked for. I know you, Daz. I know you have pride for what you created. At least, I thought you did. And with that, Omar leaves Daz behind to think about his words. GROW A SET Written by: Neil The Butcher’s wife, Nikki Cortez, is seen walking backstage wheeling-and-dealing something on her cell phone, long distance of course. What she’s talking about is unclear as this is Board business or maybe it’s personal? Hmm… Dressed in a pair of black pants and a pink jacket with black trim, Mrs. Cortez heads into her Board member issued office and closes the door behind her. She jumps slightly with a bit of a fright as the backside of a slender, well-dressed man is waiting in her office. Before she can say a word, the man turns around, revealing himself to be Wren Chesney’s nerdy, pencil pushing husband, Victor Cornelius Roberts. Nikki: I’ll, um, have to call you back…yeah. She hangs up her cell phone and puts it in her pocket as she stares at VCR with a look of bewilderment.. Two weeks after Jason Sandman’s brutal beat down of him, Mr. Roberts’ face still shows the bruising. His eyeglasses, which are special order, are temporarily taped together between the lenses. He looks depressed and despondent. Nikki: Um, Mr. Roberts? Are…are you ok? Perhaps overselling his injuries, Mr. Roberts steps forward and nearly falls. He collects himself on her desk. VCR: Help…me… Nikki: What happened? VCR: Sandman…he…he beat me up! Nikki: So I’ve heard. But that was two weeks ago. Did he attack you again? VCR: Not yet! Confused by his strange mannerisms, Mrs. Cortez pries to find out what he needs help with. Nikki: Victor, what can I help you with? VCR: I need Omar Owens to attack Sandman! He’s doing it for you. Maybe he can do it for me too? Nikki: I think you’re confused as to why Owens is here. Maybe you should find someone else to defend you against Sandman. You know, like Wren? Mr. Roberts lets out a torturous sigh. VCR: She won’t help me! But you…you can! Help me! He then falls face first onto her shoulder, sobbing like a wounded animal. Mrs. Cortez looks to be quite uncomfortable with this and pushes him away. Battered and bruised, he falls back on her again and continues sobbing while moving his hands upward, either accidentally or covertly, to cop a feel. This time she pushes him off more forcefully and almost knocks him over the desk! Nikki: Knock it off! What the Hell is your problem? Don’t touch me like that! VCR: Sorry. Nikki: I’m dealing with Sandman my way. If you have problems with him, then maybe you should deal with him your way. VCR: Teach me how. I need Butcher! He was my friend! Nikki: Um, yeah he told me about that. Well, if my husband were here right now do you know what he would say to you? VCR: What? Nikki: He would tell you to grow a set. He would tell you to pick yourself up and do something about Sandman instead of crying on someone’s shoulder. He beat you up so either get over it or fight back. VCR: Fight back? Nikki: Yes! Fight back with everything you have. Even if it’s impossible to win, make Sandman know you are here and won’t be pushed around. So what are you going to do about it? VCR: Um…grow a set! Nikki: Yeah that’s it! Show him who’s boss. VCR: I’ll show him who’s boss…tonight! Nikki: All right then. Good luck to you on that. But before you go… She walks over to her desk and collects her camera. Nikki: Can I take your picture? VCR: Picture? I guess so. Why? She doesn’t give him any warning at all as the camera flashes. Nikki: So we can remember this moment because it may be your last. VCR: Wait what? My last? What do you mean? Sandman’s going to kill me? Nikki: Good-bye, Mr. Roberts. VCR: Wait! She pushes him out the door into the hallway and slams it shut on his face. Mrs. Cortez smiles as she looks at her camera while VCR is pounding on the door wondering what she means. JUST A CHALLENGE...NOTHING PERSONAL Written by: Craig & Andrew "In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty.... handsome, what have you, the right person will still think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with." The crowd begins to cheer as "Eye of the Storm" begins to play. Brad Kane steps out from the back dressed in street clothes, huge smile on his face, Light Heavyweight Title strapped around his waist. He walks down to the ring, taking his time, slapping a few hands along the way. Once at ringside, he bangs his head a bit before leaping onto the apron and entering the ring. "Eye of the Storm" begins to fade off, Brad getting a microphone from someone at ringside. Brad Kane: Good evening everyone. The crowd goes insane again, Brad keeping the huge smile on his face, looking into the thousands in attendance this evening. Brad Kane: As you can see, I'm still the Light Heavyweight Champion and Nighthawk put up one hellva fight for this title at Playtime's Over. However, I'm not here to talk about Nighthawk, this title around my waist or Playtime's Over. I'm here for one simple reason. He pauses, turning his attention to the entry way. The smile has disappeared and the look on his face has transformed into one of pure determination. Brad Kane: The past few months, since I beat Kaito, I've been slowly hyping myself up to ask for something. Since that match against Kaito, I've felt so confident in my abilites as a wrestler to say what I'm about to say. Brad pauses again, his stare still at the entry way. Brad Kane: I am calling you out, Terminus, because I want that title that resides around YOUR waist! That gets a huge pop from the crowd, hearing Brad Kane call out of the World Champion! He keeps the microphone up to his mouth, still looking to say a few more words. Brad Kane: I've been thinking about that draw we had back in November. About how you couldn't defeat me. I'm not so sure you could beat me and I know that day is still probably in your head too. So Terminus, what do you say? Come down to this ring and give me my answer! Brad lowers the microphone, waiting to hear from our World Heavyweight Champion, a week and a half removed from his epic encounter with Captian Howdy. And, then, without warning, "I Wear My Skin" kicks in over the loudspeaker, and the crowd rises to their feet as the PWA World Heavyweight Champion, also garbed in street clothes, appears at the top of the entrance ramp with his title belt draped across his shoulder, and a mic in one of his hands. Terminus nods and smiles through his mask as he raises the championship belt over his head, and nods in acknowledgement of the crowd's generally positive raction as he strolls down toward the ring, rolls under the bottom rope, and then sits casually against the turnbuckles of one of the corners as he levels an even stare through his mask at the PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion. For a moment, the two champions stare at one another, and then Terminus slowly rises to his feet and nods in the direction of the PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion. Terminus: Good evening, Brad. I hope that you'll allow me to extend my congratulations to you for retaining your title against Nighthawk last week at Playtime's Over. The effort that you produced in order to win that match was pretty impressive, and it seems to have caused some people to wonder if a similar effort would allow you to hold a different title...The title that I currently have in my possession. *Stares out into the crowd* Are you wondering if that's the case? The crowd responds with a loud cheer that causes Brad to break out into a slight smile as he raises the mic to address the World Heavyweight Champion. Brad Kane: First of all, thank you for congratulating me and I echo your thanks. For your question though, I am wondering that. I know I can beat you Terminus, I know it deep down in my soul. Brad lowers his microphone, glaring back at Terminus. The New Age Punisher shrugs slightly, and then nods his head. Terminus: Well, I, too have wondered what would happen if we faced one another in a rematch of our last encounter. After all, while you weren't able to defeat me, I was able to gain the victory over you, either. And, since I don't think that anyone here would deny that you're anything less than a worthy contender for ANY of the belts that PWA has to offer, I think that the time has come to answer the questions that we're asking of ourselves, once and for all. The crowd breaks out into a loud cheer as it appears as though the PWA World Heavyweight Champion has accepted the challenge issued by the World Light Heavyweight Champion. The masked man waits for the cheering to die down, and takes a step toward the challenger as he stares evenly in the direction of BK. Terminus: But, before that can happen...another question needs to be answered, Brad. And that question is this... Is this challenge REALLY based upon a simple desire to see which of us is the better competitor, and better champion? Or, is a based on something else, Brad... Is it because you're still displeased about the fact that your sister Freya happens to be a member of Cornerstone Wrestling? The smile on Brad's face has all but disappeared after hearing that fact. He begins to shake his head, continuing to glare at the masked man. Brad Kane: You just had to go and say it didn't you? Terminus, I had a long talk with Freya and what she does or who she hangs out with in her career is all up to her and only her. I'm not the one to place restrictions of what my little sister does. However... She's starting to slowly become your number one fan. All the time its Terminus is awesome or Terminus is so great. So to answer your question, its a combination of both. I want to see which of us is the better man and I want to see why Freya constantly raves about you.. He averts his gaze for a moment, choosing to look out into the crowd. Brad scratches the back of his head, wondering what to say next. Brad Kane: So let me ask you a question. Why are you so concerned about what goes on with myself and my sister? Brad now lowers his microphone waiting for a response from Terminus. The Canadian's expression grows comtemplative under his mask, and he takes a deep breath and then look up and stares directly at Kane. Terminus: Because, whether you want to admit it or not, Brad, I'm also becoming quite a fan of Freya...both as a competitor, and as a person. She's not only earned the respect and admiration of Natalie and myself...she's earned our friendship, as well. And, the last thing we want is to see one of our friends get hurt because her brother misinterpereted our intentions, or made an impending encounter a personal matter when it really didn't have to be that way. Brad...If you want to challenge me for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship, then I am happy to accept... *OFF THE CHARTS ANTICIPATION POP FOR THE MATCH TO COME!* Terminus, stepping forward so that the two are nearly standing eye to eye: But...make no mistake, Brad, I do NOT want this to become a personal matter...And I would STRONGLY suggest to you that it is in your better interest to make certain that doesn't happen. Brad raises his microphone back up. Brad Kane: Believe me when I say that I don't want to make this a personal issue either. If you all are friends, more power to you, don't want to upset Freya. It'll be an honor to face you Terminus. He lowers the microphone back down and extends his hand towards Terminus. Terminus, nodding: The honor is mine, Brad. With that, the New Age Punisher lowers his microphone, and accepts the handshake; and the two men never take their eyes off of one another as their hands are clasped. Terminus then exits the ring, backing slowly up the exit ramp as he holds up the World Heavyweight Championship belt for all to see, while Brad continues to keep his gaze fixed upon the masked man as the scene begins to fade. Franks: What a sight we just witnessed! Brad Kane just threw down the gauntlet to Terminus, and the latter just picked it up and accepted the challenge! Quadros: Yeah, well, it would have been more entertaining if one of them had taken that gauntlet and smashed the other in the face with it! Franks: Well, not all of us are bloodthirsty primitives, Ray! Quadros: And that's a fact that I lament on a daily basis! GROWING SOME Written by: Neil The scene shifts backstage after that huge announcement of Brad Kane challenging Terminus for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship. Standing by is backstage interviewer Miranda Buck with her trusty microphone in hand. Standing next to her is a nervous Victor Cornelius Roberts, checking his back to see if anybody is coming. Strangely enough he’s standing with his back to a wall so unless someone blows through the concrete wall, he has nothing to worry about. Miranda: What an amazing turn of events we just witness moments ago! Mr. Roberts, do you have anything to say about Brad Kane challenging Terminus for the Championship? VCR: What? No. Miranda: Then what did you call me over here for? Mr. Roberts nervously puts his hands down the front of his pants and begins, well, scratching himself I guess is the best way to put it. Ms. Buck’s jaw drops in disgust while Mr. Roberts goes about his business. Miranda: What are you doing? Are you jerking off? VCR: No. But Wren jerks off though and let’s me watch sometimes. It’s actually kind of great to see her get so excited. It makes me happy and gay. Miranda Buck gets this bizarre expression painting her face while Mr. Roberts continues fidgeting around in his pants. VCR: See, Miranda, I have a problem… Miranda: Apparently. VCR: Huh? I have a Jason Sandman problem. Maybe you haven’t heard but, he beat me up a few weeks ago and well, I still haven’t recovered yet. I mean, you just can’t replace these broken glasses over night, Miranda. They’re special order from Malaysia. Miranda: I see. Well that does pose a problem. Maybe if we were touring in Asia as planned, you know, you would get your glasses sooner? Mr. Roberts looks at her with a bewildered expression. VCR: That’s besides the point, Miranda. My problem is with Jason Sandman. I had a problem with Nighthawk last year and I took care of him with Brad Kane. He has since left me alone. So maybe the same idea will work again? Miranda: You’re sending Brad Kane after Jason Sandman? VCR: No! That would make too much sense! Especially considering the challenge that was just issued. No, ma’am! We’re unconventional here in PWA. Maybe just a little bit crazy! Miranda: Uh-huh. VCR: So to teach Jason Sandman a lesson, I’m having Wren book him in a match. A very special match with a special person. Do you know who’s special, Miranda? Miranda: Special ed? I can think of a few. VCR: You’re funny. Do you want to be my friend? Miranda: Focus, Mr. Roberts. We only have so much time. Nighthawk wrestled too long again. VCR: Right. Well, I’m saying it right here, right now, Miranda. Next week, Jason Sandman will have to deal with a special problem. A man by the name of Terminus. Miranda: What? Are you serious? Jason Sandman vs. Terminus next week? You do know they’re in Cornerstone Wrestling together, right? Couldn’t they just go through the motions to get the match over with? VCR: Ha! Very funny. See, that’s why I wear this business suit, Miranda. I’m smart. I’ve all ready figured it out. See, they’re going to wrestle against each other next week whether they like it or not. And if they don’t give 100% and dog it, well, I suppose Wren and the Board will just have to suspend Jason Sandman without pay…and um, strip Terminus of the Championship. Yep, those two will wrestle each other and they will like it whether they…like it or not? Mr. Roberts stands there scratching himself while he ponders what the hell he just said. Miranda: Well it sounds like you have all the bases covered, Mr. Roberts. Jason Sandman vs. Terminus next week! VCR: Yep! High five! One of his hands comes out of his pants for a slap while the other one continues doing whatever he’s doing. Ms. Buck looks disgusted after knowing where his hand has been. Miranda: Maybe later. But one more question, Mr. Roberts. What exactly are you doing in your pants? VCR: Oh yeah! Well, I talked to The Butcher’s wife earlier and she said, he would say I needed to grow some balls over this whole Sandman situation. And well, when I came up with the plan, I started to itch. Seriously, I think something is growing down there. Miranda: Nice! I guess we break some news every week around here, don’t we? VCR: We sure do! Miranda: Back to you, Carl! The scene shifts back to Carl Franks and Ray Quadros behind their commentators’ desk with perplexed expressions painting their face. Franks: What the hell was that all about? Quadros: Beats me. I guess we’ll just stick with Jason Sandman vs. Terminus next week. Sound good? Franks: Sounds like a plan to me. Oh boy! Jason Sandman vs. Terminus next week, folks! You heard it here first! If those two do not compete against each other, then Sandman will be suspended and Terminus will be forced to vacate the Championship! How awesome is that going to be, Ray? Quadros: You’re such a tool, Carl. NON-TITLE MAIN EVENT Pierce Cavanaugh vs. Terminus Written by: Andrew Freddy ferdinand: The follow contest is a non-title match, and is scheduled for one fall... Franks: Well, this certainly has the potential to be a...memorable...contest, doesn't it? Quadros: Yeah...it certainly does. Pierce Cavanaugh may be a little...different! Franks:: Different!? The man worships Easy Cheese, and recently held a funeral for an empty six pick of Handi-Snack Pudding! Quadros: Well...nobody's perfect, carl. In any event, Pierce may be different, but he's also undefeated in PWA singles competition, and even though he's facing a man who pinned him at Violation 53 during tag team action, he certainly has displayed that he has the talent needed to secure the upset victory. Franks: Well, you may be right. Let's go down to the ring to find out... (As "Prayer of the Refugee" hits, the lights turn out. All that remains are two blue spotlights searching the stage. Finally, they come together in the middle of the stage and focus on Pierce. He has on his wrestling tights and a warm up tee, like the one that you could buy in the shop. Pierce can’t seem stand still. He jumps up and down, throws punches and heel kicks at the empty space that is before him. He begins to jog down to the ring leaving the spotlight behind him. After jogging about half way down the ramp, his pyrotechnics go off, jets along the ramp. This signals the lights to change from nothing to a flashing blue strobe light. He gets to the ring and hops up onto the apron and then does a flip using the top rope into the ring. He’s full of energy and he stands in the ring punching, jumping and kicking while waiting for his opponent.) Ferdinand: Introducing first, he hails from Spokane Washington, and weighs 226 lbs. Ladies and Gentlemen, he is the Adrenaline rush...Pierce Cavanaugh! (As "I Wear My Skin" starts to play over the sound system, the lights go dim, and the crowd rises to their feet as twin columns of red fireworks shower sparks the top of the stage . The lighting becomes a bit brighter, revealing the figures of Terminus and Natalie Snow standing at the top of the stage. carrying a shopping bag in her hand. Natalie acknowledges the crowd's cheers with a wide smile, while Terminus keeps his attention focused upon the ring as the couple makes their way down the ramp. As they reach the ring, the New Age Punisher whispers something into Natalie's ear that causes her smile to grow even wider, and turns toward the crowd, and draws his thumb across his throat in the ever-popular throat slash gesture. As Natalie makes her way to his corner to lend her support, he then slides under the bottom rope,and then crouches in his corner, awaiting the beginning of the match.) Ferdinand: And, his opponent, accompanied by natalie Snow, hails from Halifax, Nova Scotia, and weighs 190lbs. He is the reigning PWA World Heavyweight Champion..."The New Age Punisher"....Terminus! (Andy Sheppard motions for the two wrestlers to come to the center of the ring, so that he can issue some final pre-match instructions and advise the two that this is a regular rules match, and that the use of Easy Cheese or dead animals of any sort is strictly prohibited. Pierce doesn't seem the least bit interested in listening to what the official has to say, though, and begins to talk over him and direct a series of nasty comments toward his opponent that focus upon the topic what he's about to the do to the New Age Punisher, and how he's going to do it. Cavanaugh makes a point to punctuate each of his statements by poking his finger into his rival's chest; after a few seconds of this, the eyes of Terminus narrow through his mask, and he decides to end this conversation by lashing out with lightlting speed and grabbing his opponent's finger, before bending it back at such an angle to cause Pierce to yelp out in agony!) Terminus, staring at the official: I'm sorry, Andy...What were tyring to say? Andy: Um...no Easy Cheese, or dead animals allowed... Terminus: Got it. Let's get this match started, then. (Sheppard nods and complies with this request by signalling the timekeeper to ring the opening bell. *Ding Ding!* Keeping a hold of the fingerlock, the World Champion adds a standing wristlock, and then twists the limb into an arm wringer that causes Cavanaugh to tumble forward to the mat. Pierce winces in pain as the masked man proceeds to apply a tight kneeling armbar, but keeps his cool as he quickly works his way back to his feet before driving a stiff forearm into his opponent's jaw to force a break of the hold. This gives him the opportunity to whip the New Age Punisher into the ropes and then take him over into a Hiptoss as the Canadian rebounds toward him. However, Terminus is somehow able to flip forward and land on his feet, and then quickly spins around and cinches in a headlock before taking his opponent head-first to the mat with wicked Snap Legsweep DDT!) *SLICK REVERSAL POP!* (The crowd gives Terminus a nice round of applause for that last move, and Natalie smiles broadly as she watches her soon to be husband kip back up to his feet and follow up with Snap Standing Hangover Legdrop before applying a cover for the first pinfall attempt of the match: 1...2...Kick Out! The New Age Punisher doesn't appear to be at all fazed as he pulls Pierce back to his feet by the arm and then whips him into the ropes before leaping into the air and catching Cavanaugh in the face with a ridiculously high-elevation Standing Dropkick! Pierce collapses as if shot, and lies twitching on the mat, and the New Age Punisher wows the crowd by running forward and leaping onto the top strand before dropping down and bouncing off into a high-speed Arabian Press Moonsault that connects flush against his opponent's torso! Terminus quickly applies another lateral press, making certain to hook the leg this time: 1...2...THR-Hand on the bottom rope!) Franks: Nice display of speed and athletic ability by the World Heavyweight Champion Quadros: And, an even greater display of heart by Pierce, who is really impressing me so far in this match. Franks: Um...He's yet to get any meaningful offense in, Ray...! Quadros: True...but he seems to have remained focused upon staying in the match throughout the course of the last five minutes, and that's got to be a record length of time for him! (Natalie is heard groaning in frustration but Terminus still looks undaunted as he pulls Pierce back to his feet by the hair and then cinches in a tight mauy-thai clinch. The New Age Punisher then delivers a series of brutal knee strikes to his opponent's gut that leave him doubled over, and then proceeds to take him over into a quickly executed Fisherman Suplex. Terminus rolls through this move and pulls his rival back to his feet before taking him over into a second Fisherman Suplex. Once again, the champion rolls through and lifts his opponent up, but this time he holds him upside down for a moment before dropping him head first to the mat with a sick looking Fisherman Buster! Judge, Jury and Executioner! Terminus uses the momentum of this move to float over for another cover attempt, while hooking the leg once more on the pinfall attempt. The crowd rises to their feet in anticipation as the watch Sheppard drop down to toll what they think is the final three count!: 1...2...THREEEEEEEENOOOOOO! Pierce gets a shoulder up at the last possible split-second!) *CROWD DEFLATES!* Franks: Close near-fall from Terminus! The crowd certainly seemed to think that was it! Quadros: Yeah, the really wanted that to be the finish...probably because that would have been the first time in ten years that someone they supported won an athletic contest of any value! (The New Age Punisher casts a dubious glance in the direction of Sheppard, who holds up two fingers, and shakes his head in disgust before regarding his rising opponent with a predatory glare that seems to indicate that he wants to end matters once and for all. Pulling his opponent up once more, the champion whips his rival back first into the nearest corner, and then follows him in with a Flying Superman Punch to the head. Cavanaugh stumbles forward drunkenly from this punch into the grasp of the masked man, who proceeds to put him in hangman's neckbreaker position before funning up the turnbuckles and flipping backward in order to execute the Inverted Shiranui known as APOTHEOSIS '08! WAIT! ARE YOU KIDDING!? Pierce is somwhow able to catch his rival in mid-air, and reverse into a Sit-Out Jawbreaker that causes the head of to rocket back on his shoulder as he crashes to the mat!) Franks: Great counter by Pierce, who finally frustrated the champion to such an extant as to force him to make a mistake! And, judging from the look in his eye, he certainly seems ready to capitalize upon the situation! (Pierce takes a second to shrug off the effects of the beating that he has suffered throughout the first potion of the match and then breaks out into a cocky smirk as he rises watches his woozy rival begin to slowly pick himself off the canvas. Racing forward, Pierce proceeds to send his opponent twisting violently to the mat with a sweet Snap Spinning Neckbreaker. Cavanaugh quickly springs to his feet and follows up this move with a slick Standing Corkscrew Moonsault that connects flush across the chest and then applies a lateral press: 1...2...TH-Kick Out! Hauling his opponent back to his feet by the mask, Cavaugh lays into him with a series of repeated shoot kicks to the ribs, and then cinches in a front facelock and takes him over into a Snap Suplex. Returning the favor from earlier in the match, Pierce then rolls the champion back to his feet and then takes him over into a second Snap Suplex before pulling him up once more and then completing the suplex sequence with a Bridging Northern Lights Suplex for another pinfall attempt: 1....2....THRE-Shoulder Up at the last moment!) Quadros: Say what you will about about Cavanagh, but this guy can flat-out wrestle, and proved it by nearly getting the pin fall with that last sequence of moves! (PC appears to have thought that he had the match won with that last move, and bickers with the official about the speed of his count, before he manages to pull it back together and turn his attention back to his rising opponent. Cavanaugh helps Terminus get back to his feet with a handful of hair, and then uses it to take his opponent down to the mat with a snapmare, before following up with an absolutely sick buzzsaw kick to the back of his opponent's head! THWACK! Natalie gasps as she watches the eyes of her lover go vacant as he slumps to the mat, and Pierce seems to think that he has the match won as he takes a moment to soak in the crowd's jeering, point to the entrance and cry "I did for all for you, Wren! What's about to happen in the next few seconds is all for you", before dropping to his knees and lying across the champion's back in an incredibly nonchalant cover, and raises his arms as he begins to celebrate as Sheppard drops down to make the count: 1.....2....THREEEEWAIT! TERMINUS REVERSES! Somehow, the champion is able to hook one of his opponent's arms and then scissors the other limb while rolling him over into a modified crucifix pin!:1.......2.........THREEEEEEEEHE GOT HI-NO! NOT QUITE! Pierce JUST manages to twist out at 2.99999999999!!!!!!) Frank: Pierce nearly snatched defeat from the jaws of his glorious victory! Quadros: Much like the French did during the Napoleonic Wars! Franks: You've been waiting all night to use that comparison, haven't you? Quadros: Yes...Yes, I have! (Terminus still appears to be woozy as a result of that last kick, and is slow to rise to his feet, and this allows an infuriated Pierce to his clock his rival with a wicked Step-Up Enzuigiri that causes the champion to collapse onto his face once more! Rather than go for the pin, Pierce elects to pull Terminus back to his feet by the mask and then berates him for trying to make him look bad in front of his girlfriend! Cavanaugh then proceeds to nail the masked man with a European Uppercut that sends the Canadian staggering back into the ropes. Cavanaugh connects with a second European Uppercut that leaves the champion looking out on his feet, and then takes a couple of steps backward and the somersaults forward into a Rolling Wheel Kick that causes the New Age Punisher to hurtle through the ropes to the arena floor! The Adrenaline Rush isn't done yet, though; for he ducks outside to the ring apron and waits for his opponent to begin to pick himself off the floor before leaping onto the second rope and springboarding of into a beautiful Asai Moonsault that catches the masked man across his Back!) *HUGE HIGH RISK MOVE POP!* (Pierce takes a moment to dust himself off and then proceeds to stare down at his opponent and shout, "No one...and I mean NO ONE...makes me look bad in front of Wren and lives to tell about it!" With that, he then proceeds to duck under the ring apron and then emeges with two different, yet equally disgusting obects...a half-finished vial of Easy Cheese, and the dearly departed armadillo that he killed at Playtime's Over! With a sadistic smile on his face, Cavanaugh then proceeds to empty the contents of the vial onto the armadillo- after taking time to sample some of the Easy Cheese with his fingers, of course- and then places the dead animal in front of the stricken Terminus and then lifting the champion off the mat and applying a standing headscissors, and then lifting Terminus off the mat so that he's suspended upside down...directly over the cheese covered armadillo!) Franks: Of all the...the... Quadros: The word that you're looking for is "awesome"! NOTHING could be more awesome than seeing Terminus take a Piledriver directly onto that cheese covered Armadillo! And that's just what's going to happen very shortly! Franks: Not if Natalie has anything to say about it! (Indeed, Natalie has been occupaied with the task of looking for an item that's contained within the shopping bag that she brought to the ring with her, but, having found it, is now frantically trying to get Pierce's attention by calling his name. Pierce gazes at her with annoyance...but that look of irritation is quickly replaced by a look of terror when he sees Natalie holding up a six pack of Easy Cheese Handi-Snack Pudding in her hands. Never taking her eyes off of Cavanaugh, Natalie tears off one of pudding packs off and drops it to the floor before raising her foot to stomp down upon it addressing PC in a low, threatening tone of voice.) Natalie: One false move and the pudding gets it! Pierce: You wouldn't...! Natalie: Oh...WOULDN'T I? (And, with that Natalie drives the stilletto heel of her boot directly onto the pudding, turing it into a little smear on the floor! Pierce's mouth drops open as he cries "NOOOO! You...you BITCH!" before releasing Terminus and racing forward to save the surviving pudding packs. Natalie backs away around the ring as Pierce advances toward her; stopping every once and a while to drop another pudding pack onto the floor before destroying it with another hard stomp! OH! A third pudding pack is crushed underneath the cruel and unforgiving boots of Natalie Snow...followed by a fourth...and a fifth! By now, Cavanaugh looks to be just about in tears as he finally manages to catch up to Natalie just as she's about to destroy the last pudding pack! Grabbing her by the wrist, Pierce wrenches the pudding pack from her grasp and then glares at her with murderous intent in his eyes. But, before he can act upon this impulse, a now- recovered Terminus grabs him from behind, and snaps him down into a Hangman's Neckbreaker across the knee!) Franks: Wow! Natalie's quick thinking may well have prevented her lover from suffering a fate that may well have been worse than death, and he was quick to return the favor! Quadros: Damn It! Pierce was about to punish Natalie for the horrible crime that she committed against those defenseless pudding cups! (Taking the final pudding pack, Natalie then proceeds to place it in Pierce's mouth, and says "If you want this so damned much, you can HAVE it!" before stomping the contents of the pack directly into PC's face! OH! The crowd seems to have enjoyed the sight of Pierce getting a taste of his own Easy Cheese flavored medicine, but And Sheppard doesn't seem to be quite as amused by this sight, and orders Natalie to leave ringside for her actions. Natalie protests, but calms down when Terminus assures her that he has matters under control, and, after offering some final words of support to her lover, makes her way up the ramp and toward the exit, smiling as she listens to the crowd chant her name as she leaves.) Franks: Well, Terminus will have to make due without the support of Natalie for the remainder of the contest! Quadros: Well, Pierce will have to make due without any Easy Cheese, so it's only fair that his opponent should make his own sacrifice! (Turning his attention back to his opponent, the masked man rolls him back it the ring, and the hops onto the apron and slingshots into the ring with a Front-Flip Double Stomp to his opponent's face before dropping down and applying the follow up cover:1....2....THR-Foot on the ropes! Keeping his cool, the champion pulls Pierce back to his feet and whips him into the ropes before leaping forward into a blistering Mauy-Thai style Flying Knee Strikes that causes Pierce to crash onto his back once more. Terminus follows up with a very pretty Standing Shooting Star Press before hooking the leg on the ensuing cover:1.....2.....THREEEENO! Pierce gets a shoulder up once again! The New Age Punisher shakes his head in frustration, and takes a deep breath to regain his composure before pulling his rival up once again, before setting him up for the Standing Front Flip Stunner that he calls Crime and Punishment! WAIT! Pierce manages to shove his opponent way from him into the corner, and then capitalizes on this turn of events by applying a tight Rear Naked Choke as the champion staggers backward from the impact of hitting the turnbuckles chest first!) *SUBMISSION ATTEMPT OUT OF NOWHERE POP!* (The eyes go of the masked man go wide with desperation as he searches for a means to escape this choke; Pierce exerts as much pressure as he can in an effort to draw the submission while doing his best to keep his rival immobilized. The eyes of the champion seem to go glassy as his efforts at resisting the hold appear to subside, and Sheppard checks his hand to see if there's still life. It falls, so he checks it for a second time...it falls once more. He checks for a final time...and it stays UP! Terminus then proceeds to find the reserve of energy needed to roll onto his stomach and then starts to claw his way toward the ropes. The New Age Punisher makes pretty good progress toward this goal, but just when he's about to reach out and grab the bottom cable, Pierce pulls him up and then takes him over with a Side Suplex that nearly drives him through the mat!) Franks: Oh! Terminus looks to be in a world of trouble after taking that last suplex! Quadros: Yeah...all Pierce has to do is to cover him, and this match is as good as over! (Pierce breaks out into a self-satisfied grin as he dives onto his opponent and applies the cover, making certain to hook both legs:1............2............THREEEEEEEEE! HE GOT HIM! PIERCE W-WAIT! WHAT'S THAT!? HE DIDN'T GET HIM!? HE DIDN"T GET HIM! TERMINUS GOT A SHOULDER UP! THE MATCH CONTINUES!) * MASSIVE FIGHTING SPIRIT FACE POP!* (Pierce looks about ready to gouge out his eyes in frustration as he springs to his feet and gets in the official's face to complain about the speed of the count. Sheppard holds up two fingers in response and remains adamant about the fact that Terminus kicked out in time, even when Pierce advises him that he can get his girlfriend to fire him. Realizing that he's not going to win this argument, Cavanaugh turns his attention back toward his opponent, who is only struggling to get back to his feet, and takes a moment to mock him by giving the throat-slash signal before leaping up into the air to connect with the Standing Rana that sets up the INVALIDATION!!!) Quadros: Here it comes! Franks: NO! Terminus counters! (Indeed, Terminus somehow finds a way to catch his opponent into mid-air, and th! Pierce lies on the canvas with his back arched in pain, and the masked man quickly rises to his feet and vaults to the top rope before sailing off into the Phoenix Splash that serves as his primary finisher! TERMINAL VELOCITY! THUMP! The move connects flush against his rival's chest, and the New Age Punisher is quick to apply the follow-up cover while hooking both legs:) Crowd: UN......................... DEUX........................ TROISSSSSSSS!!!!!!!! Ferdinand: Here is your winner......The New Age Punisher, Terminus!!! *ROARING FACE POP!* Franks: Terminus scores another big victory, overcoming the spirited resistance of Pierce Cavanaugh and handing the Adrenaline Rush his first loss in singles competition in the PWA! Quadros: Poor Pierce! He tried so hard to please his dearest Wren, but came up just a little bit short in the end! (Andy Sheppard checks on the condition of Pierce while the New Age Punisher climbs to the second turnbuckle and holds his championship belt over his head as he basks in the cheering of the crowd. However, these cheers are cut short when the crowd notices the towering figure of Mystic J making his way toward the ring. Terminus has some choice words for the No Pain Train as he stares down at him, and motions him to come into the ring so he can give him the same treatment that he just gave to his tag team partner.) Franks: What's Mystic j doing out here!? Quadros: I dunno...Maybe he wants to play soccer using the dead armadillo as the ball...or maybe the New Age Punisher's head if worst comes to worst! (Mystic J seems content to stand at ringside and glower at the New Age Punisher, who continues to stare his opponent down until he notices at the last moment that Pierce has recovered and is now charging toward him! Terminus meets the charge with a Turnaround Missile Dropkick that deposits Cavanaugh onto his back, and then springs to his feet and notices that Mystic J has climbed onto the ring apron. The masked man then races forward in spins into a Standing 540 Kick that catches Mystic in the face and knocks him down to ringside! Undaunted, Mystic grabs a couple of chairs at ringside while Pierce rolls out of the ring and does the same, and the New Age Punisher watches through his mask as the members of High n' Low brandish the chairs and maneuver around ringside to prevent any possible escape! The crowd buzzes in anticipation of what might happen next, and then murmurs in surprise as "Captain Howdy" begins to play over the PA system, announcing the arrival of the Captain himself!) Franks: What's going on!? What does the Captain want! Quadros: Guess we're about to find out, aren't we? (The members of High n' Low regard the Captain with looks of annoyance on their faces as he ignores their presence, keeping his eyes focused on the New Age Punisher as the masked man motions him to enter the ring. The Captain smiles and rolls into the squared circle, and the two men who faced one another at the main event of Playtime's Over step forward and stand face to face as they stare one another down. The Captain gives Terminus that trademark grin of his as he makes a comment that can't be heard; this causes Terminus to smirk slightly through his mask as he makes an inaudible comment of his own that causes the Captain's smile to widen ever so slightly as he simply stands there for a moment... Before delivering a hard two-handed shove to Terminus that sends him staggering backward directly in a chair shot delivered to the back by Mystic J after the No Pain Train had climbed onto the apron! CRACK! Terminus collapses to his knees, and the Captain motions for the two members of Hi n' Low to come enter the ring and then rolls outside to grab a microphone as he watches Pierce drive the butt end of the chair into the masked man's ribs while Mystic delivers a series of hard stomps! Howdy then rolls back into the ring and watches Pierce and Mystic stomp away at him for a few moments before stepping forward and asking the two to hold up the stricken World Champion so that he can utter a few comments to him.) Captain Howdy: Evan...You might think that what just happened is due to the fact that you defeated me at Playtime's Over, and eliminated me as a contender for the World heavyweight Championship. You might think that I'd feel a level of bitterness about that. But, I don't Evan...I really don't. And, do want to know why, Evan...? *Grabs the New Age Punisher by the hair and pulls his head up so that he's forced to meet Howdy's maniacal stare* DO YOU? *Breaks out into a sick grin* The reason why I'm not bitter is because I have come to realize that sometimes, it is far better to be the person who plays the role of Kingmaker...the power behind the throne...rather than to be the unfortunate soul who sits on the throne...knowing that the sword that hangs over him is suspended by an extremely thin thread. Evan...that sword that's hanging over you is going to drop at some point...and we both know what's going to happen when it does. So...let me make something clear to you.... What's happening to you right now isn't due to the fact that you defeated me at Playtime's Over. What's happening to you right now is to make you aware...to make EVERYONE aware...that...heh...hee hee...soon...VERY soon...the whole federation will know EXACTLY who holds the REAL power in the Premiere Wrestling Alliance. Got it? *Pulls the masked man's head up and down to force it into a nodding motion.* Good. I'm glad we had this conversation, Evan...but I think it's time for it to come to an end. (With that, the Captain shoves Terminus face first to the mat by the back of the head, and then steps back as Mystic picks him up and hoists him into the Electric Chair position while Pierce climbs to the top rope and then dives off to complete the Doomsday Rana! Hi V! Terminus crashes to the mat, looking just about dead to the world, and the Captain drops to his knees and grins maniacally as he leans down and whispers something into the masked man's ear! Mystic and Pierce and Pierce grab their chairs and raise them as if to strike, but at that moment, Jason Sandman appears at ringside with his barbed wire chair in one hand and trusty spike in the other! Hi n' Low prepare to meet the chare, but the Captain simply motions for the two of them to exit the ring, and then directs Sandman to see to the condition of his friend with a mocking wave of his hand and a condescending grin! Sandman glares at the three men for a moment as he slides into the ring to check on the World Heavyweight Champion, and watches the trio back up the entrance ramp; Mystic and Pierce break out into nasty grins as the raise their arms and back away, while the Captain keeps his gaze fixed upon the prone form of Terminus and regards him impassively as he follows close behind the other two men.) Quadros: Well, for once in your life, you spoke the truth when you said that this would be a memorable night, because Howdy and Hi N' Low wanted to make a statement, and they sure succeeded in doing so...and the expense of the New Age Punisher! Franks: They certainly did...and it will be interesting to see what statements the members of CW will make in return. That's something for another time, though, because that does it for Violation 55. Thanks very much for watching, and good night!

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