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Violation 56 Sunday, March 1st, 2009 Palacio de Vistalegre in Madrid, Spain REGULAR RULES Jackboot vs. Omar Owens Written by: Nat, Darren & Neil Death Blooms by Mudvayne kicks in over the stadium speakers, the crowd's attention is drawn to the top of the ramp where PWA's latest acquisition, Jackboot, is set to make his entrance. QUADROS: Looks like were gonna get a look at PWA's latest experiment. FRANKS: Earlier this week, former ACW and AWG wrestler; one half of the AWG Tag Team Champions, Jackboot, hammered out a deal with the brass here at PWA, but there were some stipulations... QUADROS: Lets face it, The Boot may be one of the most physically dominant forces in wrestling, but he isn't the sharpest tool in the shed. FRANKS: He has been selected by a panel of the industries finest to become Wrestling's first to undergo an Extreme Makeover! QUADROS: He's gonna be their lab rat! HAH! what a sucker! FRANKS: According to our sources he has undergone the first phase in his facial reconstruction and he will only be able to compete tonight wearing a special prosthesis to protect his healing face. QUADROS: Or to hide how butt ugly he really is? FRANKS: Now Ray, to be fair our sources also tell us prior to surgery he looked uncanningly like Mystic J. QUADROS: Any surgery will be an improvement... FRANKS: Mystic J is a handsome man, some say he resembles "Big Sexy" Kevin Nash! QUADROS: Kevin Nash? I'm thinking more like Quasimodo! FRANKS: Your ridiculous! Jackboot steps out from backstage onto the ramp dawning black leather chaps over some blue jeans. He's got some alligator cowboy boots on and his black tee- shirt has a PWA icon on it, the back reads; Xtreme Wrestling Makeover (1-800-555-BOOT to Vote!) www.XWM.com to Vote Online! He drops to one knee and kisses each of his biceps "Justice" and "Order", left and right respectivley. The crowd cheers as everyone knows size does matter. A few pyrotechnics go off as gold sparks engulf his 325 pound frame. On his face is a mask, strapped to his head with three leather straps. It looks like a skull made from some sort of dull metallic material. His eyes protected by a black, tinted eye sheild. This marvel of technology definitely has some crowd appeal as they cheer on the mysterious 'Titan' of a man. QUADROS: HOLY SHIT! Who called Goliath! FRANKS: Well he certaintly is an intimidating force, apparently due to contract stipulation he has to make a public apperance to promote Xtreme Wrestling Makeover. They film him wrestling and each week he undergoes another change, its all quite complex i've been told. The series will be airing this Spring on the Fight Network overseas, in Indonesia I believe. You can go onliine at www.XWM.com to find out more. QUADROS: Overseas? Where did you find out about this? When you were surfing for transgender mail order brides? FRANKS: Give it a rest would you. Jackboot heads down the ramp to ringside where he cracks his neck. He slides in under the bottom rope and leans into the ropes at all four sides before being joined at center ring by a midget dressed in a nice suit with a microphone in hand. MIDGET IN SUIT: Ladies and Gentlemen, standing at 6'5 and weighing in at 325 lbs from Miami, Florida ... Dale Twizzle! Jackboot towers over the midget ring announcer, as he anxiously awaits the announcer to call out his opponent, Wrestling Legend Omar Owens. MIDGET IN SUIT: His opponent hailing from Green Bay, Wisconsin... standing 5 feet tall and weighing 125 lbs, accompanied by local luchidore tag team legends "Flo 'n Go" I give you... JOSE' JOSE'! QUADROS: You've got to be kidding! BAH HA HA! FRANKS: Jose' Jose' about to meet his maker I gather... but what is "Flo n' Go" doing here? Is their some hispanic blood lines that run throught these three or are they all high on crack? I think Jackboot out weighs all three of them and he's solid muscle! QUADROS: This is gonna get ugly. Jose' Jose' and the Spanish luchidores charge to the ring and slide in under the bottom ropes as the bell rings signifying the begining of an unscheduled match. Jackboot wastes no time and begins stomping Jose' Jose' into the mat with his size 15 alligator boots. FRANKS: "Flo N' Go" to the rescue as they each climb a turnbuckle looking to land an aerial assault on Jackboot. Jackboot alertly gives the ring ropes an abrupt tug as both luchidores slip up and land squarely seated on top of the turnbuckles clutching their groins in agony. QUADROS: I think the bull is about to run through the streets! Jackboot waits, stalking Jose' Jose' as he gets up from the boot stomping shaking his head. QUADROS: SPEAR! FRANKS: That has got to hurt! Jose' Jose' is done for... someone throw in the towel. Jackboot heads to the corner where one half of Flo N' Go still sits. The Boot gets up onto the second rope and hooks on a DDT... QUADROS: Oh God! The Humanity! FRANKS: The fans here in Madrid are cringing after what surely was a career ending top rope DDT. Jackboot now turns to the other turnbuckle where the tiny Spanish Luchidore begs off. Jackboot reaches in for the grapple but is met with some stiff rights The crowd counts them out ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR... Jackboot blocks the forth attept and returns a devastating uppercut sending the little guy into dreamland. Refferee "One eye" Pierre French complains about the closed fist and threatens to call the match if it happens again. QUADROS: Oh Good God! Lights OUT! FRANKS: There is no need of this... what is going on here? Jackboot throws the slumped luchidore to the ring mat and huddles his three opponents onto the mat where he proceeds to lie across all of them inducing a fast three count from referee "One eye" Pierre French. ONE, TWO, THREE! The bell rings as medical staff rush to the ring to attend, the crowd boos as local tag team legend "Flo N' Go" arent moving in the ring... Jackboot calls for a mic. JACKBOOT: Alright! I'm all warmed up... now bring out OWENS! "Oh" by Ciara kicks up and the crowd is instantly whipped into a frenzy. Both Omar and Freak make their way out from the back onto the stage. Omar bends down, slaps the stage with both hands and then raises his arms over his head, making an "O" symbol with his hands. Franks: I never thought I'd see the day Omar Owens would return to the ring, this is fantastic, that day is today and its in PWA. Quadros: Pfft I knew he'd return, I see he's not missed a meal since the last time we saw him in TNW. He and Freak walk down the aisle, slapping hands with fans. Omar climbs into the ring and awaits the start of the match. Quadros: Oh brilliant...Freak is back as well *sighs* The referee brings both men into the centre of the ring and calls for the bell, Jackboot holds a 2 inches height advantage over O2 and looks down at him with a sly grin on his face. Quadros: Accordingly to my information here Jackboot also has the weight advantage and weighs nearly 100lbs more than Owens, did someone write this down wrong, Omar weighs 232lbs? was that just his left leg? Franks: 3 years on and you need some new material Ray, Omar looks good now lets see if he's still got IT after such a long absence?! Freak tries to distract Jackboot on the outside by calling him names but the big man is having none of it, he nails O2 will a right forearm and a knee to the midsection. Quadros: Now whos sucking wind! Boot nails O2 with another forearm and whips him into the turnbuckle and follows in with a running corner body splash but Owens slips out the way and Boot eats turnbuckle, Omar lays into Boot with a few hard right hands of his own, Freak starts cheering on his buddy from the outside and slaps the edge of the matt, O2 whips Boot to the opposite turnbuckle and follows in with a clothesline, Omar ascends the turnbuckle and begins pummerling Boot with lefts and rights, Boot picks Owens up and ducks under him thus lifting him him and drops hims face first into the turnbuckle. Franks: Listen to the crowd Ray they don't like that cheap shot by Boot. Quadros: I'm surprised the ring never collapsed after that earthquake. Franks: Will you ever give it a rest?! Quadros: Not when O2 is concerned never, some of my best material involves him over the years! Omar is slouched face first against the turnbuckle, Boot comes storming in and sqaushes him with a running corner splash, Boot picks up Owens and executes a lovely spinning sidewalk slam, cover.....1......2.....O2 kicks out. Quadros: I gotta admit I'm impressed by this German even if he does resemble Mystic J, not something to be proud of really. Franks: He does look like quite the force Ray I'll give you that. Quadros: Why thanks Carl your so generous. Boot doesn't lay up on Owens and drops a couple of huge elbows to his chest, he pulls O2 back up to his feet by his singlet and nails O2 with an elbow to the head, another....a third, followed by an eye gouge, kick to the midsection by Boot...DDT!!! Franks: Lovely move there by Boot especially for a big man, perfectly executed. Boot covers Omar again....1.....2.....Omar again kicks out, Boot looks a little frustrated and gives the referee an evil look, Jackboot grinds his huge boot into Owens face, he does it again before the referee warns him of his actions, Boot just shrugs him off. Quadros: O2 really hasn't got going here yet Carl, maybe he doesn't have IT anymore, maybe Freak should have took this match for him... Franks: I won't even bother responding to that... Boot goes to lock Owens into a boston crab but Owens manages to kick Boot off, he hooks the head of Boot and rolls him up into a small package....1....2....3...No NO oh that was so close, Boot kicked out and looks surprised and pissed off. Omar back to his feet and is quick off the ropes and nails Boot with a dropkick before Boot can get back to his feet. Boot gets back to one knee and Omar again quick off the mark with a face plant to the big man, its not enough to keep Boot down however and Omar is aware of this and goes to the top rope, he waits for Boot to get back up and hunched over...TOP ROPE LEGDROP across the neck of Jackboot and down goes the bigman face first into the canvas. Franks: O2 building some moment right now Ray, did you see how high Owens soared through the air... Quadros: *Speechless* Owens turns round Boot and makes the cover.....1......2.....Boot kicks out, Omar doesn't let up though and gets his timing perfectly as he catches Boot bang on with a rolling clothesline as he attempts to get back to his feet......1.......2.....Owens can't keep Boot down, the German is showing his strength here. Omar looks quite impressed himself, he picks him up by his hair and hooks Boot up for a fishermans suplex....over he goes...NO, Boot counters with a POWERSLAM!!!....1......2....Owens gets a shoulder up. Franks: What a match by these two debutants in PWA, can't say its what we get from these newbies every week. Quadros: I second that Carlos. Boot sucessfully manages to lock O2 into a boston crab second time round and is leaning back with all his power, Freak Nasty 1 is banging on the matt trying to urge Omar on, the referee is asking Owens if he wants to give it up...no way jose. Omar begins to crouch up and reaches for the ropes, Boot trys to pull O2 back but Omar gets a hold of the second rope and the ref makes Boot break the hold, he's reluctant and breaks it and 4 n a half. Quadros: That must have been that extra doughnut that gave him that energy there. Boot pulls Omar back to his feet and goes for a full nelson suplex, blocked by O2, Boot pushes him towards the ropes, Big Boot to Owens, NO...Omar ducks the boot comes flying off the otherb side...SPINNING HEEL KICK!!! Quadros: A heel kick to a heel...brilliant. Franks: You praising Owens now Ray? O2 is relentless now though, backbreaker on Boot, picks him up...another backbreaker...1.........2...........Boot kicks out, As Boot gets back to his feet he looks around and doesn't see O2 flying off the top rope....POSTIVELY BREATHTAKING MOONSAULT!!!! Franks: Oh my god I've not seen that move in years....WOW! Quadros:...INCOMING....INCOMING!!! Oh wait maybe he did as he catches Owens with a HUGE BOOT, but Owens got some of Jackboot as well...both men are down! The referee starts the count! 1!... 2!... 3!... 4!... 5!... 6!... 7!... Here comes Jackboot as he gets up!... 8!...Now Omar Owens is getting up with Freak Nasty 1 cheering him on! Right hand by the big man Jackboot! A right hand in return by O2! Right by Boot! Right by O2! Right! Right! Right! Right hand all by Omar Owens! He whips Jackboot to the ropes...rolling clothesline by Owens! The crowd pops as he looks to finish this thing! Franks: This could be it! Quadros: Damn it I didn't think he had it in him anymore. As Omar Owens stalks Jackboot for his finisher, out comes Jason Sandman with the TNW Championship around his waist! The crowd starts booing as he runs down to the ring. O2 sees him and dares Sandman to get into the ring so they can finish this! NO! Jackboot hits Owens from behind with a clubbing double hammerfist! He sets Omar Owens up for the Equilizer as Sandman watches with a smile on his face! No! Omar Owens saves his bacon with a desperation elbow to the face of Jackboot! He staggers backwards holding his nose! Wild retaliation short arm closeline attempt by Jackboot! Ducked by Owens! Around the back he goes! LAST GASP!! Franks: Oh! What a reveral by Omar Owens! Quadros: No! Do something Sandman! The crowd pops as Jackboot tries to fend off Omar Owen's choke-out! Jason Sandman looks on near ringside and looks like he's going to jump in there! Jackboot falls to the mat as his face is clearly turning red under the special prosthesis over his head! Sandman looks to be aggrivated as all Hell as O2 stares out of the ring, looking him down with intense eyes while applying the choke-out. Rather than ruin his new face, Jackboot starts to tap-out after desperately trying to get out but finding no such luck! The crowd pops as "Oh" by Ciara kicks back up! Ferdinand: And here is your winner....OMAR OOOOOWENS!! The celebration doesn't last long as Jason Sandman runs into the ring and starts stomping on Omar! Now the crowd is booing as Hammerfist Security starts running down to the ring to break this up! From all corners of the arena security tries to keep these two apart but Sandman has all ready made his precense felt! Franks: Oh man! What a match-up between Owens and Jackboot to get the night started off right! And now we have an O2 and Sandman brawl! Quadros: It's going to be one of those nights, Carl. The full moon is out and everybody is going nuts! SORRY SEEMS TO BE THE HARDEST WORD.... Written by: Okori As Nighthawk leans against the wall of his locker room Johnny Red walks by, holding a microphone and with a cameraman following closely by. Clearing his throat the Chicago native convinces the PWA interviewer to leave his cameraman and microphone behind. Clad in a royal blue T-shirt with “NH” on the front in a white Superman-style shield and “Everybody Loves A Hero” on the back, dark-blue jeans, and black work boots, the “Wrestling Machine” rotates his wrists. Nighthawk: “the things I do in that ring out there are usually for a lot of different reasons. Mostly it’s to win. Sometimes it’s to prove something to someone else or to myself. But this, Zack, isn’t about me at all. It’s about my wife. I am sure you know her. You most definitely had the chance to get to know her during all those months that she was away from me, that I LET her be away from me. She has sacrificed so much for me, sacrifices that I cannot ever begin to explain. And yet, and this I imagine is the reason why I love her, she never whined about what she had to give up for me. She lost the ability to have kids. Do you know how badly she wanted to have kids, to make her parents be grandparents? And she can’t now.. She’s not asking for things to be put back the way they were. Because, like the woman her parents raised her to be, she’s a realist. All she wants is to know, Zack, that you’re sorry. And because that’s what she wants…. That’s what I want. So I'm asking again: walk out to the ring, look into the camera like a man, and tell her you’re sorry. But I'm warning you: if you don’t do it, if you pull a stunt like you did last week, I won’t be happy. And you can look all up and down this roster to find guys who will only be all too willing to let you know what happens when I'm not happy. Goodnight Zack. May sleep give you the courage to make the right decision.” BUENOS NOCHE AMIGO Written by: Josh The scene shifts to the backstage area where we spot Jostrodomus talking to long time PWA Resident Jobber JOSE JOSE!!!! Jose Jose: JOSE JOSE!!! Jostrodomus: Yes Jose...I know who you are. I need you to do a favor for me and Ms. Chesney tonight. Jose Jose looks at Jostrodomus and smiles a bit. Jose Jose: Chesney...Chi-chis' es muy grande!!! Jose Jose MOTORBOAT??? Jostrodomus: No Jose...No motorboat Wren's chi-chi's. I do that! Jose Jose: Jose Jose watch? Jostrodomus: Maybe if you do good job for me amigo! Jose Jose smiles and claps his hands together. He then straightens up his jacket, stands up tall all while a very serious look grows on his face. Jose Jose: JOSE JOSE KILL!!! Jostrodomus: NO!! NO!! JOSE NO KILL!!! Jose Jose: What Jose do then amigo? Bodyguard? Jostrodomus: No bodyguard Jose Jose. Joz leans over and whispers in Jose Jose's ear as a smile grows on Jose Jose's face. Joz finishes whispering in his ear and steps back. Jose Jose: ESTA BIEN AMIGO!!! JOSE JOSE ACCEPT!!!! Jostrodomus: Glad to hear it Jose Jose. Jose Jose: Jose Jose tengo dinero? Jostrodomus: You want money or picture... Jose Jose: Picture esse!!! Chi-chis? Jostrodomus: Si...Es chi-chi's. Muy grande chi-chis... Jose Jose: ESTA BIEN!!! Make Wren happy? Jostrodomus: Si. I’ll give you the picture when the job is complete. Jose Jose: You no lie Jose Jose? Jostrodomus: Of course not… With those words the two men shake hands and Jostrodomus hands Jose Jose a large burrito as a sign he won’t screw him over.. Jose Jose takes the burrito and gulps down a large bite before heading off on his mission. REGULAR RULES Va'aiga vs. Cross Recoba Written by: Jay Va'aiga comes to the ring first to a big pop from the Madrid crowd. He throws the Shaka sign to the fans and the whole nine yards as he awaits his competition. Cross Recoba is out next and doesn't receive much of an ovation either way. With a smug smile on his face, he enters the ring and prepares for the match. Referee for this match is Mickey Vann as the bell rings. Va'aiga uses his power game to go on the offensive first, starting off with some big time haymaker shots from the onset. Cross' head snaps back with each fist that connects with his chin, until the big man clotheslines him down. Va'aiga works Cross over with some stomps to the chest and head, landing a few elbow drops in the process. The Maori Badass manages to hit a string of various suplexes before attempting the first pinfall of the match and only getting a two count. Not wasting any time, Va'aiga drops Cross with an old-fashioned rugby tackle, mounting Cross to lay in some lefts and rights to the downed man. Cross, in a bad way, covers up to protect himself, but the damage may've been done. Afterwards, Va'aiga stands up and goes for a standing headbutt drop, but Cross rolls out of the way and Va'aiga eats canvas. Cross in control now as he works over Va'aiga with his own series of punches before dropping The Maori Badass with a well-timed turnaround springboard dropkick. Knowing it may not be enough to put the big man away, Cross ascends the top turnbuckle and dives off, landing a Rocker Dropper after Va'aiga got to his feet. With the big man on the mat, Cross goes for a cover, but is powered off at one and a half by a very irate Va'aiga. Cross and Va'aiga trade lefts and rights with each other; Va'aiga ends up winning out in the end, then headbutts Cross square in the face! Cross isn't bleeding, but he's definitely feeling the effects of the headbutt as he staggers around holding his nose. Va'aiga uses this to his advantage and picks him up like he's going to execute a belly-to-back suplex. Va'aiga carries Cross towards the top turnbuckle, when Cross, using pure instinct, hooks Va'aiga's head and, when close enough to the turnbuckle, explodes with a super surprising Sicilian Typewriter! Cross, again with the instinct kicking into overdrive, covers the big man, hooking the far leg and manages to get the three. Mickey Vann raises Cross' hand, who looks surprised as he still checks his nose to see if it's bleeding. Va'aiga gets to his feet and stares at Cross, who's hightailed it out of the ring. Va'aiga, upset, starts screaming towards Cross, who's backing up the ramp. HOW 'BOUT A NICE CUP O' TEA? Written by: John *PWA Co-Commissioner Samantha Gaither is sitting inside her new office when suddenly, her co-commissioner "partner" Wren Chesney busts in through the door and lunges at Mrs. Gaither.* WREN: Now you listen to me you British bimbo! I want to know where your retard of a husband is so I can snap his neck in twenty different places! SAMANTHA: You got your just desserts last week you bitch! WREN: YOU'RE THE BITCH, BITCH! SAMANTHA: ¡Puedo ser una perra, pero eres una mujerzuela! (I may be a bitch, but you are a slut!) *The crowd goes crazy as Wren pushes Samantha back into her chair.* SAMANTHA: You are pretty feisty tonight. WREN: I AM! SAMANTHA: I know just what you need.. WREN: WHAT do I need!? SAMANTHA: Wren, how 'bout a nice cup o' tea? WREN: I love tea; I'll be back in a few minutes. You better have my tea ready when I get back here! SAMANTHA: Sure. *Wren leaves Samantha's office, and her husband Jack makes his way out of a closet in the office; the crowd cheers when they see him on the big screen.* JACK: Phew...Wren is really athletic for a woman her age. SAMANTHA: It's a good thing I had you hide in the closet, but she'll be back in a few minutes. JACK: I hear she wants some tea. SAMANTHA: Yeah. I think the tea is ready; go pour a mug of tea for her. *Jack takes a thermos and pours some iced tea into it; he sets it on the desk without closing the lid.* JACK: I have an idea. Sam, I've stashed a goodie in our cooler; can you get it? *Samantha looks into the cooler and pulls out a 190-proof bottle of Everclear to the crowd's delight!* RAY: That's Everclear! What the hell are they gonna do with that!? *Jack and Samantha sport shit-eating grins on their faces as "The Golden Eagle" pours around two shots worth of Everclear into Wren Chesney's iced tea! The Gaither's stir the mixture together before Jack books it out the office's secondary exit door!* CARL: My God--the Gaithers have SPIKED Wren Chesney's iced tea with Everclear! RAY: That's gotta be the 190-proof variety; someone call the cops! *Ms. Chesney makes her way back into Samantha's office; she is satisfied when she sees her thermos full of "Gaither Brand Iced Tea."* WREN: This is good; thank you Samantha! SAMANTHA: You're quite welcome. *Ms. Chesney drinks the entire thermos filled with the iced tea and Everclear mixture; she sets the mug down on the desk before walking back to her own office--where she begins to feel the effects from drinking the Gaither's special iced tea!* CARL: WREN CHESNEY IS DRUNK--LITERALLY! RAY: The Gaithers strike again Carl--this is not fair! CHAMPIONS WE ARE AND WERE Written by: Andrew, Justin & Neil "Oh" by Ciara begins to play as the crowd bursts into a pop. Out steps Omar Owens with Freak Nasty 1. Not too far behind them is The Butcher's wife, Nikki Cortez, clapping on her two friends. O2 is still dressed in his wrestling gear and doesn't seem to be too thrilled as they all make their way into the ring. Freddy Ferdinand hands off a microphone to Owens who stares out towards the crowd, waiting for them to quiet down. Owens: Thank you...but I want to get right down to business. Jason Sandman...you must think you're something special. Pulling off what you did earlier tonight in my first match back. You have ruined what could have been a special moment between me and my fans. Nearly three years in retirement and then you come around and disrespect what I earned in the late stages of my career. And now you want to disrespect me again as I strap on the boots one more time. This will not go without consequence. Omar opens his mouth to elaborate upon this last statement, but, at that moment, "I Wear My Skin" begins to play over the PA system. The crowd rises to their feet as Terminus appears at the top of the entrance ramp, with his championship belt draped across his shoulder, and gives him him a pretty nice ovation as he makes his way toward the ring, with his eyes fixed upon the trio in the ring the entire time. Grabbing a mic off of the announcer's table, the world heavyweight champion slides under the bottom rope, and then folds his arms across his chest as he regards the three with an unimpressed expression apparent through his mask. Terminus: My apologies for interrupting, but, for the past couple of weeks, Omar, I have listened to speak about how Jason Sandman has dishonored the TNW World Heavyweight Championship, and how he needs to be taught a lesson in respect... O2 is quick to interrupt. Owens: ...respect. That's right, Terminus. I was hoping you as PWA World Heavyweight Champion would give me some respect as well and not interrupt when I'm clearly talking about a situation that has nothing to do with you. Terminus: That, Omar, is where you're mistaken. This whole situation has as much to do with me as it does to do with you... The PWA World Heavyweight Champion takes a single step forward and glares at O2 as he continues. Terminus: After all, you've been gone from the sport for three years, and a LOT has taken place, and lot has changed during that time period. For example, did you know, Omar, that your dear friend Butcher accepted a bribe to throw a TNW World Heavyweight Ttitle Match? Did you know that he nearly ended the life of Jiraiya Kaito when the latter objected to this decision, and never once issued any sort of apology for his actions? Can you look me in the eye, and tell me that the Butcher you once knew would do such a thing? Owens: Terminus, I don't... Before he can continue, Nikki Cortez taps him on the shoulder to interrupt. She begins talking with O2, asking him for something. He hands over the microphone to Mrs. Cortez and steps aside for the moment. Nikki stares out towards Terminus and speaks up with some uneasiness in her voice. Nikki: Why...why am I not surprised you're out here, Terminus? Terminus, smirking slightly through his mask: There are many reasons why that could be the case, Mrs. Cortez. Why don't you tell me what you think the reason is, and I'll let you know if you're correct... Nikki: Because when it comes to my husband you just can't seem to let go. Terminus: You know, Nikki. Perhaps you're right...Perhaps, I should suppress the vindictive urges that I will freely acknowledge that I have, and let this matter rest...Perhaps I should move on to other projects... But then again... I think the same holds true for you. Because, whether you choose to admit it or not, it was our husband's attempts to manipulate Jason, and to use him as an expendable shock troop against your former finance, London, that led to his demise. It was YOUR choice to let yourself be used as a pawn in the little game that Butch and London tried to play that caused Cortez to act in the manner that he did. And, last but not least, it was THIS situation that indirectly led to the...explosive...events at Point of No Return that nearly ended the life of Jason and myself. Nikki...enough damage has been caused by this whole sordid situation. Do you really want further damage to be inflicted as a result of events that should be better off left in the past? Mrs. Cortez's normally cute, girl next door facial expression turns into a bit of a sneer, one that just may rival her husband's patented look of anger. The hesitant tone in her voice appears to be gone as she speaks. Nikki: There are unresolved consequences for Jason Sandman's actions and continued lack of respect. My friend and a true TNW World Heavyweight Champion, Omar Owens, will resolve the matter of his disrespect. And I certainly hope you as a respectful PWA World Heavyweight Champion are not making threats towards me, Omar, or Freak Nasty 1. Terminus: I was hoping, Nikki, that this situation could be resolved in a manner that was less...disturbing...than the manner in which the conflict between your "dearest husband" and Jason ended. I figured that was least that I could do to out of respect for the accomplishments of Mr. Owens, and the grief that you have suffered as a result of your husband's condition. The PWA World Heavyweight Champion shakes his head and chuckles bitterly through his mask. Terminus: I see now that this isn't likely to occur. So, taking that into consideration, I feel compelled to give you the following bit of advice as you prepare to engage a man that I consider to be one of the closest friends I have ever had... Terminus, staring at Omar: It would be wise for you not to classify my friend as a "joke", because, he happens to be one of the very few individuals who has scored a clean victory over yours truly since this federation opened its doors....and that's something that former TNW champions like Bryce Michaels and Valentine Lionheart and JJ Biggs can't state. Jason Sandman is many things, Omar....and maybe some of those things aren't all that plesant...but there is one thing that he certainly isn't... Jason Sandman isn't a joke....And, if you don't come to accept that, then the results of that error will be very serious, indeed. Terminus nods slightly, and begins to exit the ring, stopping only to make one final comment. Terminus: You need not worry about my participation in this manner, though...Because Jason has proved, time and again, that he can take care of issues like this, by himself. Best of luck...something tells me you're going to need it... Now it's Freak's turn to snatch away the microphone and get in his two cents. Freak: It's a good thing you're not going to get involved because champions who get involved with Omar's business have a habit of losing their titles. Omar smiles a little bit at this and grabs the microphone back from Freak. Omar: Now, Freak, we all know that's not why I'm here. I'm here for one reason and one reason only. Terminus, you say you'd like this situation to be resolved in a civilized manner? There's a simple way to do that. Go backstage and tell your good friend Jason Sandman to give the TNW title back. He does that and I walk away. But you know what? You and I both know he's not going to do that. And that is exactly what I'm saying when I call him a joke. Oh, I know he's a tough competitor and is capable of beating just about anyone in the ring, but the way he acts, the way he carries himself...that is a joke. And if you, as PWA champion, can't see how wrong it is for him to be parading around with a belt he didn't earn, then you're not half the champion I thought you were. Omar stares down Terminus for a moment before backing away, climbing through the ropes and making his way back up the ramp, with Nikki and Freak in tow, leaving Terminus in the ring. REGULAR RULES Jack Gaither vs. Nighthawk Written by: Okori Ring Announcer Freddy Ferdinand: “this next contest is scheduled for one fall with a 1-hour time limit. The referee in this match is Mickey Vann.” (The opening phrase "God works in mysterious ways.." from "One Vision" is played, but the lights go out, and the intro to "Cosmos Rockin'" starts up. Various images of Jack Gaither's matches flash by on the big screen; at the height of the intro, the words "THE GOLDEN EAGLE FLIES AGAIN!" appear on screen. Gold-colored pyro and green confetti go off as Jack Gaither and Samantha Teague make their way to the ring, giving every fan sitting near the ramp a high-five along the way. Once in the ring, Samantha and Jack pose to the cheering crowd as more green-and-gold confetti falls from the ceiling.) (As his opponent stands in the center of the ring, the house lights in the arena suddenly fade all the way to black and are quickly replaced by blue and white laser lights that 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 (The Harder They Come 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.) Freddy Ferdinand: “introducing first, in the blue corner, and accompanied to the ringside area by Samantha Teague… He is from Corpus Christi, Texas, weighed in tonight at 181 pounds or 82.3 kg, and is wearing green with gold trim.. Please welcome Jack “The Golden Eagle” Gaither!” (As Jack steps out of his corner, Samantha encouraging the crowd to applaud the Golden Eagle, the sold-out audience tosses in a small raft full of streamers and chants “Welcome Back Jack!”) Freddy Ferdinand: “And his opponent, in the red corner, he is wearing royal blue with white trim and weighed in tonight at 185 pounds or 84.1 kg. He is a former 2-time PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion, the captain of Team USA in the 2008 Super Juniors World Cup, and is the 2008 king of Europe. From the fighting city of Chicago, Illinois,…. He is the master of 1000 holds, the “Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk!” (as Nighthawk steps out of the corner, raising one finger on his head and his face a mask of pure determination, the crowd tosses in a bucket full of royal-blue and white streamers and chants “Master of A Thousand Holds”.) (as Nighthawk and Jack Gaither step into the center of the ring, shaking hands with each other in a sign of respect between two of the most popular stars in the company, the crowd begins to erupt in appreciation for what is looking to be a tremendous match. laying his palm out flat the Chicago native tries to go for a double knucklelock which the Texan is only all too eager to accept, both men now laying their heads into the chest of their opponent as they try to bull each other around to gain even the slightest bit of advantage over each other. Trying to figure out a counter to this hold the “Golden Eagle” tries to stomp on the foot of the former World Light Heavyweight Champion in an attempt to cause him to temporarily give up the grip on the hold, a trick that he sniffs out by quickly stepping to the side. Holding onto the knucklelock the “Master of 1000 Holds” quickly releases and tries to go for a cravate, which Jack counters by reaching up and applying a pike headscissors and then turning himself over into a traditional headscissors.) (Trying to lock in the headscissors deep Jack looks to put one foot of his underneath the other. But as he continues to lock in the hold Nighthawk sticks his left hand in between the feet of his opponent, blocking the headscissors from being fully applied and thus giving himself the opening to pry open the headscissors and roll up to where he has Jack’s back. Getting a sick smile on his face the Chicago native then applies a double chickenwing inverted surfboard, yanking back on the hold as the Texan screams out in agony and Samantha begins to look horrified at ringside. Shaking his head no when the referee asks him if he wants to submit the “Golden Eagle” eventually uses his legs to wriggle out of the hold, quickly crawling to the ropes where he shakes out his arms and walks back into the center of the ring nodding his head at the slickness of the hold that he was just locked in. going for a collar-and-elbow tie-up again Jack now is able to gain the quick advantage and lock in a hammerlock.) (But as jack holds onto the hammerlock Nighthawk first does a deep knee-bend to distract him and then reaches back with his right leg and places it inside the hammerlock to loosen the grip entirely, then transitioning through into a straight wristlock and then bending it ever so slightly to force the Texan to the ground. Locking in the straight wristlock again once he has got the “Golden Eagle” down to the mat where he wants him the Chicago native now begins to work on further weakening his opponent’s left arm, slowly beginning to pull apart the fingers on the left hand as he tries to find the part of the limb that causes his opponent the most pain. Putting his body in between jack and the ropes to prevent the escape the former World Light Heavyweight Champion now begins to further dissect the left arm, pushing his forearm against the elbow joint to see if he can divine a weakness in the arm that he can attack. Not finding anything right away the “Wrestling Machine” simply slips through into a bodyscissor jujigatame, figuring that at the very least he can apply this hold until he can find an opening. Locking on the jujigatame as tight as he can the “Master of 1000 Holds” cinches the bodyscissors and the cross-armbreaker, again forcing Jack to try and scramble to figure out a counter to this hold. Letting go of his left arm Jack turns his thumb to the side and bridges up on his right shoulder and turns away from his opponent’s body and onto his knees where he immediately retreats to the neutral corner, his eyes in shock at just how slick of a technician his opponent is.) (Stepping back in the center of the ring, shaking out his arm from the focused attack that his opponent has put on it, Jack now gets down in the referee’s position and dares Nighthawk to try and turn him over. taking the bait the Chicago native quickly tries to use a waistlock takeover only for the Texan to belly out and then quickly apply a grounded bearhug, sighing as he now thinks that his opponent is slowed down a little bit which will give time for the “Golden Eagle” to work on putting his game plan into practice. Tightening in the hold by trapping both of his opponent’s arms inside the bearhug as he tries to think of the way that he can use this to slow down his opponent the Texan now slowly gets up to his feet, pulling up the former World Light Heavyweight Champion with him as he continues to lock in the bearhug tight while still having his opponent’s arms trapped. Blinking his eyes as he appears to be thinking of what will be the best counter for this the “Wrestling Machine” tries to loosen the double-arm trap by wriggling as much of his arms as he can in order to try and get free, but finds every escape that he can think of blocked. Nodding his head no when the referee comes over to see if he wants to give up the “Master of 1000 Holds” says no, and again tries to figure out an escape from this.) (Slowly beginning to get desperate as he appears to have some trouble breathing due to the length of time that he has spent in the bearhug Nighthawk slowly begins to slump to his knees and then to his back, now beginning to lose a bit of steam. But just as he gets down to his back and looks like he is about to wilt from the amount of time that he has spent in the hold the Chicago native works his way through until he is all the way inside of the bearhug, forcing Jack to convert to full guard which then allows the “Wrestling Machine” the chance to control his opponent's left elbow with his right hand, opening his legs and pivoting 180 degrees to his right as he does so. The left leg of the “Wrestling Machine” kicks through his opponent's right armpit and then triangles his legs to secure his opponent's shoulder. The “Master of 1000 Holds” sits up; driving his opponent to the floor and flattening him out He releases the triangle and finishes the omoplata lock by rocking his weight forward. Locking in the hold tight Nighthawk now rolls through into a cross-armbreaker, locking his ankles together to secure the hold in. panicking as he tries to think of an escape from the cross-armbreaker jack counters into a schoolboy cradle that gets a quick 2-count before Nighthawk tilts the schoolboy back into the other direction into a jackknife schoolboy that gets a 2-count. Quickly firing back up to their feet both men go for big strikes, Jack missing a roaring elbow and Nighthawk missing a whistling palm strike. Now in a Mexican standoff both men glare at each other for a moment before they shake hands again.) (Stepping back to their neutral corners for a moment as they both try and come up with something new to utilize at this point in the match Jack tries to go for a low single-leg takedown which he uses as an opening to hit a high crotch lift into a fireman’s carry, holding on for a front headlock although his grip is a little bit loose considering the abuse that he has already suffered on his left arm. Deciding to transfer his hold on the maneuver so that the right arm of the Texan bears the weight of the front headlock instead of the left, a fact which means that the Chicago native is now snared in a textbook hold that he is having a bit of trouble getting out of. However the former World Light Heavyweight Champion is still able to get out of the front headlock by pushing up on his opponent’s hands and then quickly snaring in a grounded wristlock, although the “Golden Eagle” tries to kick the “Wrestling Machine” away almost as soon as he sinks in the wristlock, but cannot get it and instead is forced to find himself trapped in the wristlock yet again. Using his palm to get to his feet and then spin out Jack counters out of the wristlock into a cravate, which the “Master of 1000 Holds” counters by bridging down and then firing a lightning-quick step-up enzuigiri to the shoulder and then rolling back through into a hammerlock which he rolls through into a head-and-arm cradle that gets a 2-count.) (Deciding to try and open up the throttle a bit Nighthawk goes for a palm strike only to walk right into a massive roaring elbow of his own from Jack, followed up by a Rydeen Bomb. Shaking out his left arm as he goes to the top rope the Texan then waits for the Chicago native to get to his feet and then creams him with a flying double knee attack off of the top rope, holding on for a jackknife pin attempt that gets a 2-count. Shaking his head as though he knew that was not nearly going to be enough to put the former World Light Heavyweight Champion away jack pulls him up to his feet and then hits a barrage of knees to the face followed by a short-range European uppercut and then a fisherman’s suplex that gets a 2-count. Climbing up to the second turnbuckle the “Golden Eagle” thinks better of it and comes back down, pulling the “Wrestling Machine” up by his hair and then hitting a wrist-clutch torture rack into a sit-down powerbomb that gets another 2-count. Rolling through into a camel clutch Jack fires elbows to the crown of the head of the “Master of 1000 Holds” while he still has the hold applied, forcing the referee to rush over and see if Nighthawk wants to give up. Screaming out the word “NO!” even as he takes more elbows to the top of the head he finally gets to the ropes and then tumbles to the outside of the ring.) (climbing up to the top turnbuckle Jack waits for Nighthawk to get to his feet and then comes off with a double axhandle between the shoulders sending him careening throat-first into the steel barricade, adding a running dropkick to the back of the head. rolling the Chicago native back into the ring the Texan pulls him up to his knees and then goes for a step-up jumping roundhouse to the face which the former World Light Heavyweight Champion blocks and goes for the Vacuum Twist, which he gets blocked right into a massive open-hand forearm lariat. Seemingly out on his feet the “Golden Eagle” runs his thumb across his throat and whips him into the ropes where he hits another roaring elbow, sending the “Wrestling Machine” back into the ropes where he is caught with another barrage of elbows and slaps and then hit with a Falcon Arrow that gets a shocking 2-count. looking up to the roof of the arena, as though he cannot believe that he didn’t get the pin after that, Jack then walks to the ringside apron and perches himself on the top rope looking to hit a springboard dropkick. But as he soars through the air the “Master of 1000 Holds” catches him in mid air with a booming palm strike before landing flat on his back as the referee starts to count both men.) (but as the referee gets to 5 Nighthawk all of a sudden nips up to his feet and lets out a war cry before walking over to Jack who does the exact same thing, although a bit slower than the Chicago native. Landing another step-up enzuigiri to the shoulder the former World Light Heavyweight then hits a Divorce Court on the shoulder of Jack, causing the Texan to drop to the mat as if shot and writhe around in pain holding his left arm. Quickly going to the top rope the former World Light Heavyweight Champion extends his arms out wide drawing an appreciative roar from the sold-out crowd before crossing his hands together in prayer and coming off with a swandive headbutt right to the left shoulder. But as the “Wrestling Machine” runs his thumb across his throat, perhaps signaling that this is going to be the end as he butterflies his opponent’s arms looking for the South Side Smash, jack fires a trio of quick elbows to the ribs and then tries to lift up Nighthawk for the Samba Slam, although he can’t get him up due to the damage that his arm has taken. Spinning him out the “Golden Eagle” instead hits an Ace Crusher with his right arm and walks over to the ropes where Samantha is, dangling his wounded left arm over the strand and imploring her to pull his arm as hard as she can in an attempt to get some feeling back into it.) (after having that done Jack steps back into the center of the ring. Pulling nighthawk to his feet the Texan goes for the Samba Slam, but the Chicago native simply rolls through into a crucifix pin that gets a 2-count and then continues the roll-through right into the Hangman’s Clutch. Pulling back as hard as he can Nighthawk finally lets go of the hold when Jack taps out.) Freddy Ferdinand: “The Winner of the match…. “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk!” DRINKING TO SUCCESS Written by: Neil Mugs Hammerfist has been able to sneak away from Daz Van Dyke for a few moments to tend to his business taking care of arena security. Decked out in his khaki cargo pants and black security shirt, he looks over the hallway with a shrewd eye. As he looks one way and then back, here comes Wren Chesney with a bit of a weird swagger in her walk. Just too weird, even for her. Wren: Mugs…come ‘ere… Mugs: What is it, Wren? Wren: Mrs. Chesney…but whatever. You listen here since you’re Daz’s…bitch. Mugs: I’m not his bitch, Wren. I’m just doing my job. Wren: Then you’re MY…bitch!…hic! Mugs gets up into her face to question her over this but steps back with a bit of a disgusted look over his face. Mugs: Have you been drinking, Wren? Wren: What?! No! Screw you Mugs! I’m…in complete…control!…hic! She then walks away without anything learned or having a point at all. Mugs shakes off her odd behavior and continues with his business until he hears… “Hey! Let me go! I need to speak with the Commissioner…!” He runs over and finds out what the heck is going on. There is big Boz Wells shoving Aiden Miles out an exit door. Aiden gets up off his ass and runs towards the door to get back in but Boz slams it in his face. The yells of Aiden Miles are heard as he’s pounding on the door, trying to get back in. Mugs: Was that Aiden Miles? Boz: Yea. He been tryin’ ta get in da arenas and stadiums fur weeks. He don’t have no access so I show ‘em da door just like dat. Mugs: Really? Boz: Yea, he be wantin’ his job back…again. Says ‘e wants ta meeta wit Wren. Mugs: She know about this? Boz: Yea, she told me ta kick ‘em out, kick ‘is ass if need be. Mugs: Hmm. He ponders this situation for a moment before getting a grin over his face. Mugs: Boz, next time Aiden Miles tries to get in, let him. I think it’s only fair that he meets with Wren, don’t you think? Boz: You sure? Mugs: Most definitely. That’s what she gets for calling me her bitch. Carry on, Boz. Boz: Sure ting boss. PWA CHAMPION.....OR PWA POOPIE HEAD? Written by: Andrew & Craig We're backstage right now, the camera around one of the locker rooms. One of the backstage workers has been put into the role of babysitter for the moment as he's watching one of Brad Kane's daughters, Lacey. She's the only one there with him tonight as she looks around the locker room, trying not to go through some of the other stuff in there. The door swings open and in walks the World Heavyweight Champion, Terminus, with the belt slung over his shoulder. He sees the small child poking around his locker area.. A smirk creeps across his face, seeing Lacey stop like a deer in the headlights. She turns to look at the masked man, a little frightened by his appearance. Lacey Kane: Who you? The champion looks a bit abashed about frightening the toddler, and holds up his hands to signal to her that he means no harm to her as he slowly takes a step back, gives her a friendly grin, and then crouches down so she can look him more or less in the eye... Terminus: My name's Evan, but most of the people around here call me Terminus. Who might you be? Lacey stares at Terminus, blinking before inching forward a little bit. Lacey Kane: I'm Lacey! Daddy wrestle here. A huge grin is on her face right now, thinking of her father. Terminus, smiling a little more as he watches Lacey grin from ear to ear: Your Daddy wrestles here? That's pretty cool. What's his name, Lacey. She begins to think of what her daddy's name is for a moment before it dawns on her. Lacey Kane: Brad! My daddy is Brad. He awesome! The smile through the mask of Terminus appears to freeze in place for a moment, but then reappears as he slowly nods his head. Terminus: Yeah...he is awesome, Lacey. In fact, he's so awesome that, pretty soon, he's going to be getting a chance to try and win this belt that I have... The PWA World Heavyweight Champion takes the belt off of his shoulder and holds it out with his hands so that Lacey can get a good look at it. Terminus: It's a pretty belt, isn't it? Lacey nods her head in the amazement from the shine the title has. She reaches her little hands out and touches it. Lacey Kane: Pretty! I hold it? She puts her lower lip out, trying to look oh so cute. After a bit of a pause, the champion shrugs his shoulders and chuckles slightly as he places the belt in her tiny hands. Terminus: Sure. You can hold it for a moment, Lacey, although you might want to be careful, because the weight of this belt is heavier than you would think... Lacey holds onto the title and begins to fall over, the weight too much for her to handle. She lands on her rear, looking around, tears starting to well up in her eyes. Lacey Kane: Owwwwieeee!!! The title is on the floor now, Lacey starting to cry, more out of shock from falling then being hurt. She keeps her eyes on Terminus. Lacey Kane: You a poopie head! Even through his facemask, it's easy to see that the face of the PWA World Heavyweight Champion has turned a bright shade of crimson as he stares down at Lacey and listens to her weep. Terminus: I'm sorry, Lacey. I guess that I was a...a...poopie head...for not telling you how heavy it really was. The masked man extends his hand out toward Lacey Kane. Terminus: Here...Let me help you up... Lacey takes his hand and gets pulled up to her feet. She stops her sniffling and looks up at Terminus, beginning to smile. Lacey rears her leg back and kicks Terminus right in the shin! Lacey Kane: Haha, you a poopie head! She begins to giggle now, starting to run around the room, wanting Terminus to play. The champion grits his teeth slightly, and it seems to take a bit of effort for him to transform the expression back into a smile as he leans down, grabs the title belt off the floor, and kneels down to look her in the eye once more. Terminus, under his breath: Yes sir...A real poopie head. *In a louder tone of voice* Look, Lacey...your Daddy is probably wondering where you are, so why don't we go find him. Is that OK with you...? Lacey stops running around and stares at Terminus. She opens her mouth, only to go "PFFFFTTTT!" She keeps giggling while running around again. Terminus hears a voice from behind him now. Brad Kane: Lacey, honey, quit pestering the World Champion. She stops running in circles, running over to Brad... He picks her up from the floor before walking to Terminus. Brad Kane: She's a handful isn't she? Terminus grins sheepishly through his mask as he tries to think of how to agree in the most diplomatic manner possible. Terminus: She's really...something, Brad. Brad nods his head, agreeing with Terminus. Brad Kane: Lacey might appear to be a really big pain but she's a little sweetie. Aren't you? Lacey nods her head as she looks at Terminus again. Brad Kane: Now what do you say to Mister Terminus for playing with you? Lacey Kane: Thank you. She motions for him to come over before giving him a kiss on his masked cheek. The champion smiles and pats the little girl on the top of the head, but his eyes go wide as she reaches up to tug at the belt that is once again draped across his shoulder. Terminus: Um...Lacey.... Lacey stops for a moment, looking at Terminus in the eyes. Lacey Kane: That daddy title! Brad snickers, shaking his head. Brad Kane: No its not Lacey. Daddy still has to beat him for it in a month okay? She nods her head before pulling her hand back. Lacey Kane: Daddy gonna beat you! Terminus stares down at Lacey, and then takes a deep breath before chuckling slightly and shrugging his shoulders once more. Terminus: Well, Lacey, I know he's going to try really hard to make sure that happens. But, I'm going to try really hard to make sure that doesn't happen... Terminus then looks up and stares Brad directly in the eye as he finishes the statement. Terminus: And I think your Dad knows that just as well as I do. Brad nods his head, agreeing with Terminus. Brad Kane: Yep. Anyways we need to get going. Some little girl gets to go watch Blues Clues. Wave good bye to Terminus honey. Lacey waves goodbye before her and Brad leave the room, leaving Terminus alone. Terminus: She's a great kid, Brad...It's too bad that this might have been the closest that she'll ever get to having the PWA World Heavyweight Championship belt in her possession... With that, the masked man shakes his head, taps gold plate of the belt with his fingers and then leaves the locker room without saying another word. REGULAR RULES Jostrodomus vs. Ryan Shane Written by: John CARL: Well fans, let’s not waste any time because we’re all set for our next match. Freddy, you have the floor! FREDDY: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, and weighing in at 265 pounds, he is the “Number One Stunner,” JOSTRODOMUS! *"Mother Fucker of The Year" by Motley Crüe 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.* RAY: Carl, the rumor mill is flying around when it comes to Joz this week, and my sources tell me that Joz had one helluva time with Wren Chesney the other night. < CARL: Well, she always has a helluva time with anyone, but quite frankly I still don’t believe your sources. Let’s take it back to Freddy. FREDDY: And ladies and gentlemen his opponent, from Allen Park, Michigan, and weighing in at 210 pounds, this…is…RYAN SHAAAAANE! *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 as the fans erupt in a chorus of boos. As he gets to the ring he slides in under the bottom rope and then stands and raises his hands high to the continuing sound of boos.* RAY: Carl, I think you would agree with me in that I think that this will be the sleeper match of the evening. CARL: It could be Ray; both men have trained for this match unlike anything I’ve seen before. For a match of this caliber, we need a good official, and the veteran Steve Upshaw has been assigned to this contest tonight. *Upshaw calls for the bell as Joz and Ryan lock up.* (DING!) RAY: Here we go ladies—this is gonna be special! *Joz strikes first with several shots to the forehead of Ryan before sending him for the ride. Ryan bounces off the ropes and leaps over Joz; Ryan bounces off the opposite side of ropes and ducks under a leaping Joz. Ryan turns around and grabs Joz’s arm for an armdrag attempt, but Joz counters, grabs Ryan’s arm, and takes him down with an armdrag of his own before following it up with an armbar. Ryan counters the armbar by quickly getting back up to his feet and sending Joz for the ride. Joz bounces off the ropes, ducks underneath a Ryan leap, then turns around and plants Ryan with a standing dropkick before following it up with a reverse chinlock.* CARL: Right away, we are seeing two veterans engaged in a speed and technical battle. *Ryan quickly gets back up and takes Joz down by his hair, earning a warning from referee Upshaw.* UPSHAW: HEY--WATCH THE HAIR RYAN! *Ryan picks up Joz and sends him to a turnbuckle. Joz crunches the turnbuckle back first as Ryan methodically stalks his bigger opponent. Ryan and Joz engage in a battle of alternating knife-edge chops; it’s Ryan, then Joz, then Ryan, then Joz! Ryan! Joz! Ryan! Joz! Ryan! Ryan! Joz! Joz! Joz ends this chop battle by sending his opponent for the ride and planting Ryan to the deck with a tilt-a-whirl sidewalk slam; Joz makes the cover.* [ONE…TWO…NO SIR!] *Joz is pissed, but he doesn’t complain to the referee. Instead, he follows up the pin attempt by mounting his opponent and throwing a series of punches. He begins to use closed fists, prompting referee Upshaw to begin his count.* UPSHAW: ONE…TWO…THREE…FOUR… *Joz gets off of Ryan at the last second.* UPSHAW: WATCH THE FISTS JOZ—WATCH THE FISTS! *Joz sports his famous shit-eating grin as he puts Ryan back on his feet and WHAM! A scoop slam sends Ryan back to the deck hard; Joz follows it up with a series of elbow drops to Ryan’s sternum. Unfortunately for Joz, Ryan rolls out of the way of the third elbow drop, causing his elbow to hit nothing but ring! Ryan uses this time to put Joz into a modified armbar submission hold. Upshaw checks on Joz to see if he wants to quit.* UPSHAW: JOZ, WHAT DO YOU SAY!? JOZ: NOOOOOOO!! UPSHAW: JOZ, YOU GIVE UP? JOZ: HELL NO! *Joz quickly counters out of the armbar and puts Ryan back to his feet again before sending him for the ride. Ryan bounces off the ropes and—BANG! The two men connect with a double clothesline and hit the canvas hard. Unfortunately, referee Upshaw accidentally becomes sandwiched between Joz and Ryan, causing HIM to go down in a heap as well!* RAY: WHOOPS! CARL: Upshaw is down, and there’s nothing that can stop these two men from going at it here! *Ryan is the quickest of the three men down and proceeds to head outside the ring, where he finds a folded up blue steel chair at ringside. Ryan takes the chair and sets it in the ring; Ryan is about to hit Joz over the back with the chair, but the resourceful L.A. native hits Ryan with a low blow. Ryan slumps to the canvas favoring his groin, and Joz takes the chair from the deck and…* (THWACK!) *The chair literally implants itself into the skull of Ryan Shane as Joz looks over with that shit-eating grin of his; the damage has been done as Ryan is now busted open!* RAY: Ryan is busted open Carl! CARL: This could be it for Ryan Shane! *Joz picks up a bloody Ryan Shane and plants him to the deck with his signature “NUMBER ONE STUNNER” before making the cover; a groggy referee Upshaw is able to make the count.* [ONE…….TWO…….THREEEEEEEEOOOOWWWWW, ALMOST HAD IT!] *Ryan somehow gets his shoulder up; meanwhile, Joz’s eyes light up like saucers as he begins to stand up and berate the official!* JOZ: THAT WAS A SLOW COUNT YOU MINDLESS FERENGI SHIT-FOR-BRAINS! UPSHAW: I ONLY COUNTED A TWO-COUNT THERE! JOZ: BULLSHIT—THAT WAS A THREE-COUNT! UPSHAW: TWO-COUNT ONLY! JOZ: UPSHAW, YOU’RE A BLIND LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT! *Joz continues to berate the referee and poke him in the chest with his finger!* UPSHAW: DON’T YOU DARE JOZ! YOU LAY A HAND ON ME, AND I’LL DISQUALIFY YOUR ASS AND HAVE YOU SUSPENDED! *Joz doesn’t see that Ryan is about to sneak up from behind; sure enough, Ryan rolls Joz up into a school boy!* [ONE…TWO…THREEEEE—CLOSE BUT NO TEQUILA FOR YOU!] RAY: WHOA—now that was close! *Joz somehow kicks out, but Ryan quickly goes to work on Joz with his trademark Southpaw Shuffle before sending him for the ride once again. Joz is planted with a spinebuster by Ryan, which is followed by Ryan going up to the top turnbuckle!* CARL: THIS COULD BE IT! *Ryan signals to the somewhat neutral crowd and attempts a MURU SPLASH…but he misses and hits nothing but canvas!* RAY: Joz rolled out of the way—smart move! *Joz goes to work on Ryan with a series of stomps to the back. Joz picks up Ryan and sends him to a turnbuckle; Ryan staggers from the turnbuckle and WHAM—he is met with a Jostrodomus spear! Joz immediately ascends to the middle rope and connects with an elbow drop and pinning combination.* [ONE…TWO…KEEP THE TEQUILA FRESH, THIS MATCH CONTINUES!] *A pissed-off Joz stands up and berates the referee once again. Ryan attempts to sneak up from behind a second time, but this time, Joz catches Ryan and plants him with the second NUMBER ONE STUNNER of the night!* CARL: GOODBYE RYAN SHANE! *Upshaw makes the count!* [ONE…TWO…THREE—ARE YOU FREAKIN’ JOKING!?] *Joz only has an evil stare for referee Upshaw as he positions Ryan for the third NUMBER ONE STUNNER of the night! NO—Ryan counters Joz with several right hands before sending him for the ride once again. Joz bounces off the ropes, leaps over Ryan, bounces off the opposite end, and WHAM—Joz is planted with a wicked tilt-a-whirl Samoan Drop! Sensing that the end is near, Ryan bounces off the ropes and runs toward Joz, who manages to get back to both knees; Joz can only think “oh shit…” as Ryan connects with his trademark SHANING WIZARD!! Upshaw makes the count.* [ONE…TWO…THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] (DING-DING-DING!) *The neutral crowd reacts with cheers and boos as Freddy gives out the verdict.* FREDDY: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match: RYAN SHAAAAAAANE! CARL: Ryan Shane is on a tear fans! RAY: Both men had a pretty good match tonight, that’s for sure! SILENCE IS RUSTING Written by: Okori As Nighthawk paces around the back of the Palacio de Vistalegre, trying desperately to find Zex and get rid of the burden that he has been stuck with, he suddenly gets an idea and rushes into the office of Wren Chesney, slamming the door behind him. Clad in a black Triple Crown Line T-shirt, blue-and-white wrestling trunks, and his ring boots, the Chicago native slams the door behind him and sits down in one of Wren’s leather chairs. Nighthawk, glowering as he is trying to keep his temper: “Where is he, Wren?” Wren, looking shocked: “Where is who, Nighthawk?” Nighthawk, getting up in a flash and throwing a potted plant against the wall: “You KNOW WHO THE HELL I MEAN! WHERE IS Zex? WHERE DID HE GO?” Wren: “I do not appreciate being threatened Nighthawk. But, if it makes you feel better, he should be here later tonight. If he isn’t…. well… that should be interesting.” STAY OUT OF HIS WAY Written by: Paul As the scene from the ring to backstage we see VCR walking down the halls looking extremely confident and brave this week. As he turns the corner he jumps back when he sees the presence of Jason Sandman’s girlfriend standing in front of VCR’s office door. He looks back to make sure that Jason isn’t anywhere around. As it becomes clear that Jason is nowhere to be found, VCR exhales and continues walking towards his office. MK smiles at the reaction and can’t help but comment. MK: Your new found manhood just jumped back inside you for a second didn’t it. VCR sneers at MK and tries to get into his office. MK continues to block the door. VCR: Can you move please? I am very busy. MK: I’ll move in a second I just think we should have a talk real quick. VCR: I don’t have time to talk. Very busy. MK: I guess you’re right. You’ll have plenty of time to talk after Jason kills you, but I hear ghosts aren’t good listeners. VCR kind of trembles for a second, but doesn’t let MK see his fear. VCR: Was that a threat? Because I can make sure that you are selling hotdogs every week. MK laughs. MK: You misunderstand me Victor. I wasn’t trying to threaten you. I guess you can say that I was warning you. You have gained this nasty little habit about trying to go after Jason to prove your manhood. You couldn’t have picked a worse target. In case you haven’t noticed Jason isn’t stable and he will kill you if me and Evan don’t hold him back. VCR: Me and Wren have a plan for his attacks. His schedule will be so busy he won’t have time to think about attacking me. MK: For you he will make time. You have become his little project. A project that I can promise you he will see through to the end if things don’t change. VCR: What do you want me to do? Make it life easier. Does the baby feel he is being mistreated? MK: No, I would advise you just stay out of his way. We wouldn’t want the baby to cause you to depend of bed pan changes now would we? Just think about. You might survive longer if you do. MK just winks at VCR before she heads down the hall towards the CW locker room. REGULAR RULES Jake Keeton vs. Brad Kane Written by: Neil 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 looking focused tonight. Quadros: I think if he wins this one, he should get a shot at the title. Franks: Not a horrible idea. "You've all heard this before. How life has infinite possibilities. I don't believe that one bit. There weren't many paths for me to choose. Sometimes, there would only be one. From the limited possibilities I faced, the choices I made have brought me this far. That's why I value the path I chose... I want to hold true to the path that HAD to be taken." Everyone in the arena begins to buzz with excitement before they become silent, hearing the scream that kicks off "This Calling" by All That Remains. The lights dim down, red fog beginning to engulf the entry way while the fans are waiting. Once the chorus begins to blare through the sound system, the lights kick back on a tad bit, only enough to see the body of Brad Kane standing in the entry way, admist the fog. With the PWA World Light Heavyweight Championship is strapped around his waist, he inhales seeing the thousands of fans giving him an ovation, feeling their energy. Brad steps out from the fog and begins his walk down to the ring, slapping the hand of any fan who happens to have their hand over the barrier. Once at ringside, Brad Kane walks around, slapping more hands, getting more comments from the fans. With a smile on his face, he hops up onto the ring apron, facing the crowd. Brad enters the ring and heads to the nearest turnbuckle. He goes to the top and unstraps the World Light Heavyweight Title from around his waist, raising the belt high into the air for all to see. After that, he leaps down and goes across the ring to go the top again. Brad nods his head before yelling loudly. He then goes back down and finds himself putting his back to the corner, waiting for his match to begin. Quadros: And here is, well, this loser. Franks: Please stop. *Ding, ding, ding!* The two men circle around the ring and meet in the center with a shoulder and arm tie up. Keeton tries to power Kane into a corner but Brad Kane sinks his foot down to stop the momentum. Brad Kane goes around the back for a waist lock but Keeton turns the tables and goes around the back for his own. Keeton attempts a quick German suplex but it is blocked by Brad Kane. Brad Kane with a snapmare takedown but Keeton quickly rolls out of the way just before the Kane can follow up with a drop kick to the back of the head. Keeton gets to his feet and shakes his index finger at Brad Kane with a smirk. Franks: We almost had these two facing off at Playtime’s Over for the Light Heavyweight Title, Ray. Quadros: Yeah but that pesky Nighthawk got in the way. The two lock up again…wait, no, Keeton fakes out Brad Kane and kicks him in the midsection. Keeton goes for an early swinging neckbreaker but Brad Kane pushes him towards the ropes. Keeton comes off and drops Brad Kane with a shoulder block. Keeton with a sit-out leg drop…no! Brad Kane rolls out of the way and hops to his feet…dropkick to the back of Keeton’ head! As Keeton holds his head, Brad Kane helps him to his feet and unloads a chop that sends the All-American Nightmare sprawling towards a corner. Brad Kane follows him over but Keeton catches him with an elbow to the face. Keeton pushes Brad Kane into the corner and delivers a knife-edged chop of his own! WHOOOO! Brad Kane walks away holding his chest in pain but doesn’t get far as Keeton yanks him down violently by the head! Keeton stomps a foot into Brad Kane’ throat that makes everybody in attendance squirm. Franks: That was just brutal my Jake Keeton. He didn’t need to do that. Quadros: Sure he did. As Referee Upshaw warns Jake Keeton of his tactics, Keeton only shrugs the authority off as he pulls Brad Kane up off the canvass. Keeton whips Brad Kane to the ropes and the Light Heavyweight Champion runs into a spinning sidewalk slam! Cover! 1...2...KICK OUT! Keeton puts a forearm into the face of Brad Kane and throws a little trash talk along with it free of charge. Keeton gets off and runs towards the ropes. He attempts a stomp to the face but Brad Kane nips up just in time and nearly decapitates Keeton with a clothesline! Brad Kane hooks the leg! 1...2...KICK OUT! Franks: That was a vicious clothesline! I’m surprised Keeton kicked out. Quadros: I know you wouldn’t have kicked out, Carl. Brad Kane remains in control as he hoists Keeton up and drops him with a snap suplex. Brad Kane with a follow up double knee drop into Keeton’s face! Cover! 1...2...KICK OUT! Brad Kane applies a simple headlock to keep Keeton down. That doesn’t last long as Keeton regains his air and lands a series of elbows to the ribcage. Brad Kane releases the hold and gets a left hand to the face for his effort. Keeton lands a couple more shots that knocks Brad Kane back towards the ropes. Keeton pushes him off but Brad Kane reverses the whip. Brad Kane attempts a back body drop but Keeton has him scouted by hitting a spinning neck breaker. Keeton makes the cover! 1...2...KICK OUT! Jake Keeton pulls Brad Kane up off the canvass and drops him with a northern lights suplex! Bridge! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT! Keeton looks at Referee Upshaw and argues momentarily over the count as Brad Kane rises to a knee. Keeton clubs him across the back, causing Brad Kane to lay across the second rope. Keeton takes advantage of this and drives a knee into Brad Kane’ back. Brad Kane reaches out for help as his air begins to get taken out of his lungs by Keeton’s body weight. Referee Upshaw counts…1...2...3...4...Keeton backs away and raises his hands in the air like nothing happened at all. Good ol’ Keeton. Then he runs and delivers one more solid knee to the back, causing Brad Kane to sling shot off the rope and to the canvass! Keeton follows up with a fist drop and then hooks the leg! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT!! Franks: That was a close one there, Ray. Quadros: Yep. Jake Keeton is slowly wearing down Brad Kane and then he will go for the kill.. Keeton pulls Brad Kane up off the mat and throws him towards the ropes in hopes to collect him for a move. However, Brad Kane has other plans as he holds onto the ropes. Keeton runs towards him with a clothesline attempt but Brad Kane sidesteps him and uses the momentum to launch Keeton over the top rope and down to the floor! Keeton lands hard as Brad Kane takes a moment to regain his air. As Jake Keeton gets to a knee and then to his feet, Brad Kane takes the advantage by sling shotting himself to the outside with an awesome shooting star press! There’s one big collective thud as both men fall to the barely padded floor! Franks: Geez! Quadros: He got all of that one! The crowd gives Brad Kane a pop as he gets to his feet first. He pulls Jake Keeton up off of the floor and whips him hard into the barrier! Keeton leans against the barrier in pain as nearby fans pat him on the shoulder. Brad Kane then runs towards him and connects with a leg lariat that sends Jake Keeton over the barrier and into some guy’s lap in the first row! The crowd continues to cheer as Brad Kane gets to his feet. He reaches over the barrier and pulls the stunned Jake Keeton to his feet. Brad Kane grabs him by the tights and brings Keeton back into ringside with a stiff vertical suplex! Keeton sits up holding his spine in immense pain only to leave himself open for a Brad Kane soccer style kick to the lower back! Brad Kane grabs Keeton by the head and rolls him into the ring. Brad Kane with a sling shot leg drop onto Keeton! Cover! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Brad Kane remains in control as he applies a surfboard submission that only causes more pain to the spine of Jake Keeton. He then modifies the surfboard into a form of a dragon sleeper that brings the crowd to their feet. The fans all yell out as they wait for Jake Keeton to tap out! Keeton however is willing to ruin their night as he reaches back and grabs a whole handful of Brad Kane’ hair! He then yanks on it viciously, causing Brad Kane to instantly break the hold and roll away holding his head. Franks: Damn, Jake Keeton will do anything to win, Ray. Even cheat if he has to. Quadros: That’s not cheating, Carl. That’s ring intelligence. If Brad Kane wants to have long hair, then he shouldn’t complain if it gets ripped out of his head once in awhile. Both men get to their feet and Brad Kane looks ready to regain control. As he runs towards Keeton, Keeton catches him with a knee to the midsection and delivers an Implant DDT! OH! Cover! 1...2...THREE…NO!! KICK OUT!! Jake Keeton pops back up, holding his back, and pulls Brad Kane off the mat. He executes a fisherman’s buster that folds Brad Kane up violently on the mat! Keeton hops to the top turn buckle and measures up Brad Kane’ barely moving body. Rare territory for Jake Keeton. He does not hesitate one moment longer as he executes a split leg moonsault!! Cover! 1...2...THREE!!!…NOOO!! NO says Referee Upshaw! Brad Kane got his shoulder up! Franks: He kicked out! Quadros: What? Impossible! He kicked out after three! Jake Keeton rolls over holding his chest and cannot believe it. He questions the referee with disbelief. He then gets to his feet and leans against the ropes, telling Kane to get up. Brad Kane gets to one knee and then to his feet. Keeton is frothing at the mouth over this…Brad Kane turns around just in time for Keeton to connect with his Highlight of the Night! No! Brad Kane saw it coming and catches Keeton with an STO that shakes the ring! Franks: Jake Keeton is denied! Both men lie on the canvass staring at the ceiling lights as they’ve both beaten each other silly so far. A few moments pass as the two continue to collect themselves. Finally, they both begin to get to their feet. Now it becomes an all out slug fest as the two swing for the fences! Keeton with a left! Brad Kane with a right! Keeton with another left! Brad Kane returns a right! Keeton with one more solid left! Brad Kane attempts a kick to the midsection but Keeton catches it! Enziguri by Brad Kane! Keeton pops back up as he tries to appear to be unfazed but his legs are wobbling below him. Brad Kane with a muay thai kick to the midsection. He pulls a doubled over Keeton into him and nails Keeton with a uranage backbreaker! OH!! Brad Kane holds him down for the cover! 1...2...THREE!!…….NO!! Damn it! NO! KICK OUT!! Franks: Jake Keeton could have a broken back after that one! Quadros: Yet he still kicked out! The crowd was pretty damn sure it was over right then and there! Brad Kane has had enough and targets the spine one more time by applying a bow & arrow submission! As he drives his knees into Keeton’s spine, Keeton can be heard yelling in pain. Referee Upshaw wants to know if he wants to quit. NO! Brad Kane pulls back even harder! Wanna quit? Huh? Huh? NO! The hell is your problem man?! Keeton yells out even louder as Brad Kane pulls back as far as he can. Keeton still won’t quit! Brad Kane releases the hold and lets Keeton fall to the mat. Brad Kane pulls Keeton off the canvass and whips him hard into a corner! Brad Kane unleashes a chop! WHOOO!!! Chop! WHOOOO!! Chop! WHOOOOOO!! Spinning backfist by Brad Kane that nearly knocks Keeton unconscious! Franks: He’s calling for the end here! Brad Kane attempts the LMSBCBK pump handle uranage but Jake Keeton has other plans as he wiggles free! Another spinning backfist attempt by Brad Kane is ducked by Keeton! Discus punch by Keeton spins Kane around! Jake Keeton hooks him fast into the Highlight of the Night sit-out face plant! The crowd cheers as Keeton makes the cover! 1!…2!…THREE!! Ding! Ding! Ding! “Hunt You Down” begins to play again as Jake Keeton clutches his back in a little celebration over the PWA Light Heavyweight Champion. Franks: Keeton pulls out the win here tonight, Ray. Quadros: Yeah. Brad Kane looked a little distracted tonight. I can’t blame him though with all his little rug rats running around the stadium. Congrats, Keeton. Who knows, he might be the Light Heavyweight Champ on another night. GALLO SLAPO? Written by: Josh Backstage Jose Jose is spotted sneaking around the halls of the arena still on his mission given to him from Jostrodomus earlier in the night. He appears to be looking for something or perhaps someone as he uses his Mexican Ninja skills to sneak through the halls almost undetected as he bumps right into The Human Hellstorm Maelstrom and drops his burrito. Jose Jose: ESTUPIDO!!! Maelstrom: What ‘at…. Jose Jose: Friend y foe? Maelstrom: I don’t speak Mexican! Jose Jose: Jostrodomus…Send me…Mission…Give me burrito! You make me drop!! Maelstrom: Sorry amigo. Jose Jose: It okay. Jose Jose motions for Maelstrom to come closer and it appears he’s asking him question. Maelstrom listens in and begins to smile. Maelstrom: Haven’t seen em’…Find em’…Make sure ya get a good wind up…And plop! Slap it right on em’! Jose Jose: Jose Jose go now! Thank for advice! Maelstrom walks away from Jose Jose mumbling something about how he’s glad he showed up tonight. Jose Jose continues his way down the hall carrying what’s left of his burrito that fell on the floor. He sneaks from corner to corner before…He comes to a stop. He looks around and sees no one standing outside. The door in front of him has a slight crack as he peers through. Inside the room sits Samantha Gaither and Jose Jose realizes that this is his target. He slowly opens the door a little wider to see her on the couch relaxing not able to see anything behind her. Jose Jose slowly enters the door and begins to drop his pants revealing his tighty whiteys. He pulls his underwear down a bit revealing his ass. Samantha: Jack is that you? Jose Jose: mmm…hmmmm… Samantha: Come over here. Jose Jose doesn’t reply as he inches closer to Samantha…He’s standing behind of her as he jumps towards her and a slapping sound is heard… Samantha: GROSS!!!! WHAT THE???? GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE YOU PERVERT!!! Jose Jose pulls his pants up quicker than he ran across the border and runs out of the room faster than any Mexican has ever ran before! Once outside of the room he darts down the hallway as sounds of Samantha screaming for help echo out. Franks: What the hell did we just see? Quadros: I think… Franks: Was that? Quadros: I think that was a MUSHROOM STAMP!!!! Franks: Holy hell!!! Someone’s going to have some explaining to do! Quadros: *laughing* Wow!!! Guess that’s why they call it Latino Heat! NON-TITLE Jason Sandman vs. Terminus Written by: Andrew VCR is shown seated at ringside. with an expression that displays equal measures of anxiety, anger and excietement, as the crowd buzzes in anticipation of the next match. Franks: Well, folks, the next chapter in the storied rivalry between Jason Sandman and Terminus is about to be written this evening, although these two CW members aren't particularly thrilled about the fact that this match was booked by Vincent Cornelius Roberts as a way to gain revenge upon Sandman! Quadros: Well, that's just too bad, isn't it? VCR said that these two will have to give it their all, or else Terminus will be stripped and Jason suspended. So, whether they like it or not, these two are going to have to produce a match that's just as intense as their encounters were last year! Live Your Way comes on speakers and as it begins Deal With It Bitch Productions Presents logo come on the Teletron. When the opening words are heard the name of Jason Sandman shows up on the teletron. Jason Sandman comes out of the entranceway and as he raises his singapore cane and a steel chair wrapped in barbwire in the air pyro shoots off. Jason Sandman runs down to the ring, throwing the cane and chair over before sliding under the ropes. Franks: Well, this man hasn't made a whole lot of friends recently as a result of his actions, and a lot of people, including VCR, would like to see nothing more than Jason Sandman get destroyed at the hands of his best friend! Quadros: Yeah...but bad things have a way of happening to those people who wish to destroy him. Ask the Butcher...if he wakes up. 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 figure of Terminus, by himself this week, standing at the top of the stage. Terminus keeps his attention focused upon the ring, and completely ignores the words of support offered to him by Roberts. The New Age Punisher reaches the ring,turns toward the crowd, and draws his thumb across his throat in the ever-popular throat slash gesture, getting a good amount of cheers from those in attendance. The masked man then slides under the bottom rope,and then crouches in his corner, awaiting the beginning of the match. Quadros: I wonder where Natalie Snow is this week... Franks: Well, she and Freya Kane have commitments to fulfill in another federation. We wish them luck in that regard. Quadros: Screw that, I wanted her to be here tonight for the sake of entertainment! Franks: And, to stare at her ass... Quadros: That too... The two CW members make their way to ring center, and stare impassively at one another as referee Steve Upshaw issues some final pre-match instructions. As soon as the official wraps up, Jason smiles at the masked man and extends his had toward him; Terminus nods his head slightly and accepts the offer of a handshake before backing off to his corner to await the start of the match. *DING DING!* As soon as the opening bell sounds, the two circle slowly around the ring, each man looking for opening in the other's guard that they can exploit. Without warning, Terminus somersaults forward, looking to shoot for the single leg; Sandman deftly sidesteps and then slides behind the champion and applies a rear waistlock. Sandman the proceeds to lift his opponent up, and then slams him down hard onto his stomach with an amateur-style Waistlock Takedown. Jason then lifts his opponent up, and prepares to take him over into a Deadlift German Suplex; however, Terminus grapevines his legs around his opponent to block the attempt, and then rolls forward into a Reverse Cradle Pin for the first pinfall attempt of the match: 1...2...T-Kick Out! The two men rise to their feet at about the same time, and stare at one another with renewed respect in their eyes as Mary Katherine applauds the exchange from ringside. Franks: These two know one another so well that they're able to capitalize on any opening that the other might leave. Terminus proved that just now, and nearly secured a victory with that quick pinning combination in the opening stages of the contest! Jason signals his intention to engage the PWA World Heavyweight Champion in a lock-up; Terminus nods his head and lunges forward as if to engage...only to duck underneath his opponent's clutches at the last moment and then apply a side headlock to his rival as he begins to turn around. The New Age Punisher smoothly transitions from this hold into a hammerlock, and then instantly chains into a drop toehold to take his rival to the mat. Terminus then floats over and proceeds to apply a tight front chancery to his rival and begin to cranks up the pressure as Sandman begins to squirm in discomfort. Keeping his cool, Jason grabs his opponent's arm and then reverses into a grounded hammerlock of his own, and then flips forward into a bridge to add additional pressure to the arm lock in the hopes of drawing a possible submission! The eyes of the Canadian go wide with shock and pain, but he manages to keep his wits about him as he realizes that he's fairly close to the ropes, allowing him to reach out and grab the bottom cable before too much damage can be done to the arm. Jason releases the hold at the count of four and then backs away to the center of the ring with a smile on his face as he watches the masked man nod his head and shake some feeling back into the arm. Quadros: Nice submission attempt by Jason! A lot of people consider Sandman to be little more than a brawler, but this man can flat out wrestle, and he and Terminus are putting on quite the display of technical wrestling at the moment. Good stuff! After a momentary pause, the two engage in an actual lock-up and as expected Jason uses his size advantage to drive his opponent back toward the nearest corner. Terminus drops down to one knee in order to stop his opponent's progress, but this allows Sandman the chance to gain control by applying a side headlock, and then taking his opponent down to the mat. Terminus counters by reaching up with his legs and reversing into a headscissors. Jason tries to escape by kipping up and out of the hold, but the masked man has the hold cinched in right, so he decides to use a different tactic; working his way up to his feet, Sandman rolls forward onto Terminus, forcing his shoulders down for a pinfall attempt of his own: 1...2...TH-...Terminus bridges up to escape and then tries to twist his opponent over into a Backslide. Blocked! Now Sandman tries to take his opponent down for into a Backslide off his own...Only to have the masked man use the momentum of his move to roll backward across his back and land on his feet. Before the TNW World Heavyweight Champion can react, Terminus cinches in a tight muay thair clinch, and then buries of series of hard knees into his raval's gut that leave him doubled over in pain. As VCR stares on in approval, Terminus then draws his thumb across his throat, and then sinks in a Butterfly Lock, and then powers his opponent upside down so that he can connect with his vaunted Requiem Aeternam Piledriver! *ANTICIPATION POP!* Indeed, he soon finds out that Jason isn't nearly as worn down as he might think, for Sandman shifts his weight to block the attempt, and then counters into a Manhattan Drop! Terminus stumbles backward, cringing in pain, and Jason attempts to capitalize by racing off the ropes and charging forward into his Venom's Strike Lariat! NO! Terminus leaps into the air, and in one fluid motion, scissors the arms between his legs and flips down to the mat to complete the Flying Armbar Takedown! Keeping a hold of the cross-armbreaker, Terminus wrenches back on the hold, looking to draw the submission; Jason yells out in pain, but shakes his head when Upshaw asks if he wants to call it a night, and makes his way back to his feet before slowly begins dragging himself closer to the ropes to force a break of the hold. The New Age Punisher isn't prepared to let him do that, however, and simply rolls him back to the center of the ring as the crowd begins to chant "TAP! TAP! TAP!". Realizing that he needs to do something dramatic, Jason proceeds to work his way back to his feet once more, before deadlifting his opponent up into the air, and driving him down hard to the mat with a modified high angle slam! *BRUTAL HIGH IMPACT MOVE POP!* Both man collapse to the mat after that last exchange, with Terminus gasping for breath after having the wind knocked out out him, while Jason grimaces in agony as he cradles his wounded arm. The official counts begins to toll the fatal ten count, and at that moment, VCR decides to make his opinions known about the match that has been taking place thus far as he makes his way to ringside, grabs a mic off the announcer's table, and addresses the competitor's in the ring. VCR: You call this a match!? This isn't a match!? This is...BORING! Neither of you idiots have yet to convince me that you're making any effort to win, and if you don't start soon, then you're going to be stripped of the title, Terminus, and you, Sandman are going to be out of the federation for good! Franks: Can you believe this guy!? Quadros: Well, he's finally grown enough of a set to tell it like it is, Carl! Franks: Wait a second. Not five minutes ago, you were applauding the two for putting on a such an impressive technical display. Quadros: Well, yeah...but that was then, and this is now! MK shakes her head as she stares at VCR in disgust, and Sandman glares at the Board Director as he rises to his feet. For a moment, it looks as though Jason is about to step outside of the ring and finish Roberts off for good, but then Terminus gets his attention and suggests that they should probably give VCR the match that he wants to see..."just so that we can get this out of the way and deal with more important issues". Sandman considers these words for a moment, and then nods his head, and after casting a final annoyed glance in the direction of VCR, turns his attention to the New Age Punisher and clocks him in the face with a stiff right hand! Terminus staggers back a couple of steps and responds by lighting up his opponent with a wicked knife-edged chop to the chest! WHOO! Terminus then follows up with a right hand of his own that causes Jason to stagger backward. The New Age Punisher steps forward to deliver another shot, only to be driver back on his heels by a hard forearm to the chin! Sandman delivers another forearm to drive his opponent back some more, only to have Terminus fire back with a stiff forearm of his own! Quadros: There we go! THIS is more like it! The brawl between the two continues Sandman and Terminus go toe-to-toe, trading blows of all sorts without giving an inch. Sandman with a right hand! Terminus with a forearm! Terminus with a right hand and spinning back chop to the chest! WHOO! Sandman with an uppercut to the gut, followed by a european uppercut to the chin! OH! Terminus staggers back a couple of steps and Jason attempts to follow up with a roaring elbow! Ducked! The New Age Punisher then unleashes a series of alternating shoot kicks to the torso, followed by a spinning back kick that leaves him doubled over! The Canadian then takes Sandman over with a Snapmare and caps the sequence with a Basement Dropkick that connects squarely against the back of the head! OH...WAIT! Sandman slams the mat and climbs back to his feet, with a look in his eye that seems to ask Terminus if that's all he's got to offer! Quadros: Oh boy! Jason's got that look on his face, and, friend or no, that can only mean bad things for Terminus! Terminus seems intent to prove that there's consideably more where that came from as he fires another stiff right hand into his opponent's face, followed by a second, and then a third! Jason accepts these blows with a smile on his face, so Terminus tries to take up down with a spinning back fist! Ducked! Sandman then doubles his opponent with a knee to the gut, and then sends him reeling backward into the nearest corner with a nasty head butt! Sandman then unloads with a two-fisted flurry of hooks thrown to the body and head, and then takes his opponent out of the corner with a snapmare and delivers a brutal kick to the spine that reverberates throughout the arena when it connects! THWACK! JEEZ! Incredibly, Terminus slams the mat and then climbs off the canvas, motioning for Jason to come at him some more! Franks: And now TERMINUS climbs to his feet, and gets the same look in his eye that Jason had! Well, I don't think that VCR can make any more claims about this match lacking intensity! The two stand eye to eye for a moment, before Jason steps forward and delivers a hard two handed shove to his opponent's chest! Terminus quickly responds with a hard shove of his own, and then the two lock-up once more, and begin to fire away with an assortment of punches thrown from the clinch as they begin to drive one another around the ring. Eventually, Sandman is able to bull his opponent into the ropes and then whips him off into the opposite set of strands. Jason then races forward, looking to nail the masked man with a spear, but Terminus is able to leap-frog over his opponent before leaping off the second rope and sailing toward the Virginia native with a Springboard Back Elbow! WHOA! Jason somehow is able to catch his opponent in mid air, and uses his opponent's momentum against him to take him over into a German Suplex! Keeping a hold of the waistlock, Sandman pulls his friend back to his feet and takes him over into a second German Suplex! Once again, Jason pulls his rival back up and then completes the Hat Trick, bridging back on the third German Suplex for a pinfall attempt: 1...2...TH-Kick Out! *BEGRUDGING RESPECT POP FOR THE IMPRESSIVE COUNTER!* Hauling his opponent back to his feet by the arm, Jason whips his rival back first into the turnbuckle, and follows him in with a ferocious Corner Yakuza Kick that snaps back the head of the champion and leaves him looking out on his feet. Grabbing his opponent in a side headlock, Sandman then proceeds to charge forward before dropping into a Bulldog that spikes his rival face -first into the mat, and glares in the direction of a very pale VCR as he rolls the PWA champion over and applies the cover: 1...2...THRE-Kick Out! Undaunted, Sandman pulls his opponent back up by the hair and then cinches in a front facelock, before lifting him upside down and dropping him with the Stalling Brainbuster that he calls the Long Drop with a Quick Stop! Once again, Jason covers, this time making certain to hook the leg: 1...2...THREEENO! Not quite! Terminus gets a shoulder up at 2.99999999!!! Franks: Jason is hitting Terminus with high-impact move after high-impact move, but just can't quite find a way to finish his opponent off! Quadros: Well, he has yet to hit some of his better known finishers...But something tells me that he's going to attempt to do so very soon! Not wasting a moment, Sandman ducks out of the ring and scales the turnbuckles, keeping his eyes fixed on the masked man as the latter struggles to rise, and then proceeds to sail off into a Top Rope Splash that connects flush across the back of Terminus just as the PWA champion makes it back to his feet! OH! The New Age Punisher is squashed into the mat, and Jason is quick to take advantage by applying the Crossface/Rings of Saturn hybrid that he calls THE SNAKE VISE GRIP! The eyes of the champion go wide with pain, and he desperately tries to claw his ways toward the ropes as sections of the crowd begin to chant "PLEASE DON'T TAP!" in order to spur the champion on! The New Age Punisher begins to make good progress, but the TNW World Heavyweight Champion arches back on the hold, bending him back into a disgusting U-shape and making his task that much harder! Quadros: This could be it...! Terminus cries out in agony, and Upshaw asks him if he wants to submit! NO! Instead, the New Age Punisher redoubles his efforts, and and inches closer...closer...until finally he is JUST able to reach out and grab the bottom stand. The crowd applauds the masked man for his toughness, and even Jason seems impressed as he releases the submission at the count of four. However, it's apparent that his admiration for his friend's courage only goes so far, because as Terminus struggle off the mat, Sandman races forward, and steps off his rival's knee into a sick Shining Wizard that causes the New Age Punisher to collapse as if shot! Sandman once again applies the cover, making certain once again to hook the leg: 1.......2.......THREEEEWAIT! Terminus got a hand on the bottom rope! Shaking his head in disbelief, Jason pulls his rival back to his feet, and then doubles him over with a kick to the gut and then lifts him up for HIS version of the Downtown Drop! Franks: You KNOW that O2 and company are watching this match, and won't be pleased if they have to watch Sandman finish the match with the Butcher's finishing move! Quadros: IF the move connects! Terminus is fighting it! Indeed, Terminus has somehow found a burst of energy and is now raining down right hand after right hand onto the top of his opponent's head. Jason's knees buckle slightly from these shots, and this allows the champion to counter into a Hurricanrana that sends Sandman sprawling to the mat! More angered than hurt, Jason rises off the mat and barrels toward at the champion...only to have the masked man meet his charge with a crazy No-Look Enzuigiri to the back of the head! Down goes Sandman! Acting quickly, the champion pulls his rival back to his feet by the arm and then bends it into a wristlock before doubling him over with a series of repeated shoot kicks to the chest. Terminus then races off the ropes, and wows the crowd by leaping into the air and catching Sandman across the back of the neck with a specatular Somersault Scissors kick that causes Jason to crash to the mat as if shot! Terminus quickly shoots the half-nelson to roll his opponent over, and quickly applies the lateral press: 1....2....THRE-Kick Out! Franks: Innovative kick by Terminus nearly scores the three count. The New Age Punisher has really staged an impressive comeback after being tossed around the ring like a rag doll throughout the last few minutes! After taking a moment to shake off the effects of the beating that he's suffered, Terminus turns his attention back to his rising opponent, and then sprints forward and connects with a Flipping Neckbreaker to Sandman just as the latter begins to rise! Rolling through the move, the New Age Punisher races toward the ropes and the leaps off the second strand into a beautiful Phoenix Senton that connects flush against Jason's chest. Once again, the masked man gracefully rolls through to his feet and then races toward the other set of ropes before leaping onto the second stand and sailing off into a perfect Springboard Moonsault onto his rival! Cover, with the hook of the leg: 1....2....THREENO! Shoulder Up! Taking a deep breath, Terminus pulls his rival off the mat and doubles him over with another stiff shoot kick before cinching in a front facelock, hooking the leg, and powering his rival up into a Small Package Driver, which is quickly converted into a tight pinning combination! DIES IRAE! Upshaw drops down and tolls the count:1......2......THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENOOOOOO!!!! VCR: THAT WAS THREE! LEARN TO COUNT REF! Terminus shakes his head, but quickly regains his cool as he waist for Sandman to rise, before vaulting to the top rope and nailing Jason flush in the face with a sweet Rider Kick (Front-Flip Missile Dropkick)! Sandman falls in a seated position against one of the corners, and the champion follows up with a Running Corner Dropkick to the face before pulling his stricken opponent up, and then hopping onto the second turnbuckle and twisting off into a Tornado DDT that spikes Sandman head first into the canvas. As the crowd goes crazy, the masked man then kips up, vaults to the top rope, and then, after giving his signature throat-slash taunt, sails off into the Phoenix Splash that serves as his primary finisher! *FINISHER POP!* Franks: TERMINAL VELOCITY! Terminus then proceeds to apply the cover, and VCR looks pretty pleased as they watch the Terminus apply the cover and hook the legs as the official tolls what should be the final three count: 1.........2............THREEEEEENOOO! SHOULDER UP! SHOULDER UP! MK breaks out into a wide smile as she appalauds happily from ringside, and VCR looks absolutely aghast at the fact that the champion's vaunted finisher didn't end the match! For his part, Terminus simply shakes his head in amazement as he stares down at Sandman, and then chuckles slightly through his mask as he pulls Sandman back to his feet, and then tries to finish matters with his Snap Brainbuster DDT! Wait! Sandman blocks, and counters by lifting his opponent up and suplexing him forward across the top strand! Jason then follows up this attack by leaping up and catching Terminus in the face a dropkick that sends him flying off the top stand to the outside! Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!! MK gasps as she watches her good friend crash into the guard-rail and slump to the floor; she immediately goes to check on his condition, and lets out a sigh of relief as he nods weakly in her direction and begins to rise. Jason seems a bit relieved as well but a quick glance at VCR is enough to remind him that he needs to capitialize upon his friend's wounded state. To that end, the Virginia native races off the ropes and then propels himself into an amazing NO-HANDS SUICIDE PLANCHA DIVE onto his opponent! Terminus takes the brunt of this move, but Jason hits the barricade head-first, causing both men to crash to the floor in a heap as the crowd goes utterly ballistic! Franks: DEAR GOD! WHAT A MOVE! Quadros: That it was, but I think it hurt Sandman just as much as it hurt Terminus! You have to wonder if either of them are in any condition to continue after that! Steve Upshaw shakes his head at what he's just witnessed, and begins to toll the ten count as MK regards the two competitors with concern and VCR watches with disbelief. 1...2...3...4...: Sandman begins to stir and shakes his head as he drags himself up to his knees. 5...6...7...: Jason stumbles up to his feet as Terminus takes a deep breath somehow pulls himself upright with the help of the guard rail. 8...9...:Sandman stares back at the ring but then decides to charge at Terminus with a GORE as the latter steps toward him. Terminus times the charge and is able to cinch ina front facelock and drop down into a DDT just as the two go flying into the barricade once more, leaving both men down as the official counts...TEN! Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen, neither competitior was able to make it into the ring by the count of 10. Therefore this match is a no-contest! Franks: Well, Sandman and Terminus staged another war this week; but this time, neither of them was able to gain a conclusive result over the other! Quadros: Yeah, and I don't think that VCR is at all pleased about that fact! VCR, grabbing the mic: Wait just a damned second! This match isn't over until I say it's over. So, referee, you go right ahead and ring your little bell, because this match is going to be re-started, and... MK: Vic...Maybe that isn't such a good idea... VCR: And, what are you going to do about it, little lady? MK: I'm not going to do anything...He is. The Board Member slowly whirls around to see Jason Sandman and Terminus standing behind him. Terminus and MK move between Jason and his quarry, and Mk addresses VCR in a deadly serious tone of voice. MK: Victor, I don't think we can keep Jason back forever, so, while it truly warms the heart to see that you've grown a set, I think that now would be a good time for you to grow a BRAIN! VCR: Yes, well, my decision stands...This match will continue, or else.... By now, the crowd has started to chant "Sandman's going to kill you! Sandman's going to kill you!" Shrugging, Terminus and MK step to the side, allowing Victor to get a very close look at the nasty grin that is forming on the face of Jason as he takes a single step toward him. VCR, going very pale: On second thought, it WAS a pretty hard-fought encounter.... Terminus: We're glad you got your money's worth... MK: Now...please.... Jason: Get the fuck out of our sight. VCR stares at Jason for one moment, and then nods his head and leaves quickly without saying another word, leaving the trio of CW members to stand and ringside and exchange smiles as they listen to the crowd chant give them a rousing ovation! DOS CHI-CHI'S Written by: Josh Backstage Jose Jose is seen outside the locker room of Jostrodomus knocking on the door. After a few seconds the door swings open and Joz invites Jose Jose inside. Jostrodomus: C’mon in Jose. Did you accomplish your tasks? Jose Jose: JOSE JOSE STAMP!!! Jostrodomus: Good job Jose Jose. Jose Jose: Jose Jose get picture now? Jostrodomus: Yes… Joz reaches into the back pocket of his jeans and pulls out a blurred picture. He looks at it and hands it to Jose Jose. Jose Jose: WREN CHESNEY!! DOS CHI-CHIS!!!! Jostrodomus: Yes Jose Jose…Dos Chi-Chis! Jose Jose: Gracias Jostrodomus! Jostrodomus: De nada amigo. You want to do one more favor for me? Jose Jose: Si! Jostrodomus es Jose Jose’s muy grande amigo! Jostrodomus: Gracais Jose… Joz gives Jose Jose another set of instructions before Jose Jose exits the room jumping up and down. Outside the locker room Jose Jose runs into Wren Chesney excitedly. He stops….Looks at the picture and then looks at her chest. Jose Jose: DOS CHI-CHIS!!! WREN!!! Wren notices the picture and her face on it as she tries to rip it from the hands of Jose Jose but he uses his border crossing speed to elude her sending her into one of her fits as she enters the room of Jostrodomus. Wren: What the hell did you give Jose Jose? Jostrodomus: What are you talking about? Wren: Jose Jose…He had a picture of my bare chest! Jostrodomus: Oh…That. Wren stomps her feet to the ground demanding answers at this very moment! Wren: Yes…OH THAT! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN OH THAT? HE’S WALKING AROUND WITH A PICTURE OF ME NAKED THAT YOU TOOK! Jostrodomus: No…He’s not. He’s walking around with a picture of some pornstars tits hanging out with your face cropped onto the image.. You’d think I’d give up the goods that easily? Wren: Still…Why the hell would you do that? Jostrodomus: It was the only way I could get him to do a job… Wren: What job? Jostrodomus: A job for you Wren. Wren: What job for me? Jostrodomus: I take it you missed all of the excitement. Here…Let me show you. Joz walks Wren over to the television in his locker room and shows her the replay from Jose Jose’s mission. Wren watches on in delight with an evil smile placed firmly across her face. Jostrodomus: Still mad? Wren: Just a little…But I’ll deal with it. Franks: Wow! Quadros: Excuse me Carl…I have to go use the uhh…Restroom. And see if Jose needs a cup of coffee or some advice… PENDING APPROVAL Written by: Darren & Neil Big black and proud, Max Maguire is in the house...and if you don't believe me check out the airport security promo from last year ladies. Anyways back to the topic at hand, Maxi is at Violation and he's got his business suit on and looking rather dapper, he stands outside the office of one Nikki Cortez, he coughs and clears his throat before knocking on the door three times. Nikki: Yes? Come in. Max straightens his tie and pulls the handle down and opens the door. He walks over towards Nikki with his hand held out.. Max: Hey Nikki its been a while, how are you? She reluctantly shakes Mr. Maguire's hand. Nikki: Hey, Max. What are you doing here? Max wonders why Nikki is being a bit cagey with him, she's not hiding it very well. Max: Are you making all the decisions around this place now? Nikki: No. It's a collective effort of minds...or lack of a mind in some cases. But I'm only here to represent my husband's wishes while he gets better. Why do you ask? Max: Well on behalf of London I've accepted Brad Kane's open challenge as you saw last week on Violation, I wanna know when you plan on making that match or is it our call as Kane said? Nikki: The challenge? Hmm, I don't know. I'll have to talk to Wren or Samantha about that one. She shudders at the very thought. Nikki: So, um, London is coming back? Max: Sure, of course, why do you miss him Nikki? Mrs. Cortez's face turns a shade of white as she looks like she's about to be sick. Nikki: Miss him? No...no, not at all. Why would you ask such a thing? Max: You guys were engaged to be married just over 6 months ago, that had to mean something? She gets a lump in her throat and tries to swallow it. Nikki: What could it mean, Max? I'm all ready married. Max: Maybe this conversation is one for another day, one less...public maybe. Nikki: Yes, of course. So um, why would London want to come back here and now of all times? Max: Lets just say he has some unfinished business to attend too and why now...well why not?! Just give me that match Nikki and the rest will be taken care of?! Mrs. Cortez ponders this thought for a moment. Nikki: Well, it will take a majority of the Board's approval to make it happen but I'll bring it up. How about, say, in 2 weeks he can have the match? Max: 2 weeks? Thats fine with me. So he gets Brad Kane in a Light Heavyweight Title match one on one at Violation 58? Nikki: Uh, sure. If the Board approves it of course. I'm sure Daz will approve as well. You know, since London is his client? He's been harassing me lately. Max: Uh yeah...sure. Thanks Nikki, I'm sure we'll be seeing more of each other now. Max begins to walk out of the office and mutters something to himself, it sounds somewhat like "now all I have to do is convince the kid to return" WRONG PLACE, WRONG TIME Written by: Jake & Neil Franks: What a night we've had so far! Quadros: It's stacked that's for sure most of... (Before Ray can finish his thought “Hunt You Down” by Saliva hits the PA and cheers ring out from the crowd as Jake Keeton dressed in jeans and a black and yellow hoodie steps through the curtains with a microphone in hand. The All American Nightmare seems to be riding high after his earlier victory over Brad Kane and actually takes the time to uncharacteristically slap hands with a few fans on the way to the ring.) Franks: This is the second time tonight we're seeing Jake Keeton, and this time he's got a live mic. Quadros: That's two too many. (Keeton hops up on the ring apron and steps through the ropes, he taps the mic a few times and looks out at the crowd.) Jake Keeton: I know not many of ya'll can understand me, but the people watching at home and the ones in the back can. I've been saying it since Playtime's Over but I thought maybe I needed to come to the ring so the whole World can hear it...I want a rematch with Jostrodomus, so Mike if your ego will allow your head to fit through the door get your ass out here and give me an answer. Franks: Wow! Jake Keeton just called out the #1 Stunner, the bad blood between these two is very evident when they're within shouting distance of each other. (The fans turn their attention to the curtains waiting for Jostrodomus to come out but boos absolutely erupt when Wren Chesney steps out with a microphone in hand.) Wren Chesney: Just who the Hell do you think you are, Jake? You think you can just come on out here…and…and demand matches like you’re some sort of star?…hic! (Wren starts staggering towards the ring. When she gets to the steps she motions for two members of the ring crew who come over and help her up onto the ring apron. A devious grin covers the face of Jake Keeton and he shrugs his shoulders then goes over and hold the ropes for her.) Jake Keeton: Damn woman...I'm gonna have to go back to rehab just smelling your breath. To answer your question though, I might not be that big a star but I'm pretty sure I can make you give me the match I want. Quadros: What's he getting at? She has no business in the ring in her state. Franks: I'm loving this. Wren Chesney: You think you can get what you want from me? I ain’t some bar hopping slut that you can get whatever you want from…hic! I’m Wren Chesney! I run this company…I make the decisions! Jake Keeton: Well you certainly look like you been bar hopping, and everyone knows you're a slut, so yeah I can see that. As far as you running this place and making decisions it's very apart by the fact that you've allowed yourself to be penetrated by the disease ridden penis of Michael Vicent that you don't make good decisions. (An aggravated Wren stomps her foot on the canvass, perhaps getting ready to wind up and kick Keeton where he shouldn’t be kicked.) Wren Chesney: You don’t talk about him like that!…In fact…There’s nothing to talk about! Jostrodomus beat you cleanly. Pinned you…you stupid hillbilly…to the mat. 1...2...3! There will be no re-match! So do us…me, a favor and just quit while you’re behind! Jake Keeton: Aw... I don't talk about him like that huh? How sweet of you to defend him, where's he at now by the way? I bet I know, he's backstage looking for his balls but they're securely tucked away in your purse ain't they Wren? (Wren lets out a frustrated scream.) Wren Chesney: At least he has balls…nice balls might I add! But that’s not the point! Ugh, your stupid talk makes me feel dizzy. You want a match with my Michael? Fine…but under my rules. Jake Keeton: Well let's not talk about Joz's ball anymore, cause I'm sure that's a sore subject for him. Rubbin up against that stubbly noggin of yours has gotta feel like he's got a carpet burn on his ball sack. I'm game though... what's your rules? I'll play along if it means I get him in the ring again. Wren Chesney: Here’s how it’s gonna go…hic! The first person to step out here to this ring will face you next week. You beat this person, you get a re-match with Jostrodomus at Vow. But…if you lose, heh, you don’t and the one that beats you gets a guaranteed World Heavyweight Title shot! Franks: Oh! Did you hear that, Ray? One win away for anybody backstage and they have a title shot! Quadros: I bet you the wrestlers are brawling backstage just to get out here. Jake Keeton is easy pickings these days. Franks: That’s not what I saw tonight! Jake Keeton: Sounds good to me, let's see who it's gonna be. (The crowd waits in anticipation as both Keeton and Chesney look towards the entrance way. Nobody seems to be coming out when all of a sudden Wren’s husband, Victor Cornelius Roberts, steps out and starts stomping his way down to the ring. With his glasses still taped together while he waits for a replacement, VCR steps into the ring and demands a microphone. Wren Chesney is shocked by her pencil pushing husband walking out here.) VCR: Wren! How could you! All these years and you turn your back on me for him? Wren Chesney: Victor! What the heck are you doing?! This…this is not the time to talk about this! VCR: But why Vicent? Wren Chesney: You know why!…hic! (Jake Keeton smiles as he leans against the ropes to watch these two bicker like a bunch of idiots.) VCR: Is it because I need to grow some balls? Wren Chesney: That’s part of it! VCR: But don’t you like it when I approach you from behind? We had chemistry, Wren! You spanked me! Wren Chesney: Oh shut up!..hic! VCR: Wren, have you been drinking? Jake Keeton: Wait a minute. I’m sure all these fans would love to hear more heartwarming stories about the nerd and the slut but I have a match to get ready for. Wren Chesney: What match? There’s no match! Jake Keeton: Sure there is. Next week, me against this guy. (He points at VCR who looks as confused as ever about what the heck is going on.) Wren & VCR: What?! Jake Keeton: You said the first to come down to the ring would face me next week. And well, there he is. This guy. Wren Chesney: No! No…no, no! You are not facing him! VCR: I have a name you know! Jake Keeton: No…you have a match with me, next week. A deal is a deal, Wren. And I plan on that re-match against Jostrodomus at Vow. So unless this guy kills himself between now and next Sunday…I am going to kick the shit out of your husband to get what I want. See you next week. (He then politely pushes the microphone into VCR’s chest and rolls out of the ring as “Hunt You Down” kicks back up. Mr. Roberts looks like he’s just seen how he’s going to die while a rather flustered and drunk Wren Chesney starts throwing verbal threats Keeton’s way. He looks back and waves good-bye before disappearing backstage.) Franks: Poor, Victor! He came out here to confront Wren about her relationship with Jostrodomus and he finds himself booked into a match with Jake Keeton! Quadros: Man, talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Do you think he’ll win that title shot? Franks: Um, no. Quadros: I didn’t think so either. #1 CONTENDER TO PREMIERE TITLE - Fatal Four Way - TC Jagger vs. Pierce Cavanaugh vs. Mystic J vs. Jiraiya Kaito Written by: Neil 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. Franks: TC Jagger has had a rough couple weeks after a fast start here in PWA. Quadros: Yeah, he lost a contender’s match against Christopher Moore at Playtime’s Over and Moore went on to win the title. This could be some redemption for Jagger tonight. "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. Franks: Here comes Mystic J, Ray. Arguably he’s off to his best streak in his entire PWA career. He won the Playtime’s Over Broken Toys battle royal and then just last week defeated Cross Recoba. Quadros: And then he had the cojones to call out Christopher Moore for a Premiere Title shot. Well, this is close enough as he’s got it. 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 talking things over with Mystic J. Franks: You have to like where Pierce Cavanaugh is sitting in this one, Ray. A High & Low tag team partner in Mystic J and an actual brother in TC Jagger. He might have the game plan and the connections to win this one. Quadros: He doesn’t need any of that, Carl. Didn’t you see him take Terminus to the limit last week? He’s good enough to win under any circumstances. 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: The former Premiere Champion Kaito, ladies and gentlemen. If there’s one guy who caught the short end of the stick in this one it’s him. Quadros: How do you figure, Carl? It’s his fault he can’t rely on anybody in this match or in the world perhaps. His paranoia has probably led to some losses. Referee Sasha Brown stands in the middle of the ring as all 4 men stand in separate corners, staring each other down. The scantily clad referee calls for the bell to get this main event match underway! DING! The four hesitate for a moment while pacing back and forth in their corner, just waiting for one of them to make a move. And here we go, High & Low seem to want to work on the same page early in the match as Mystic J goes after TC Jagger and Pierce Cavanaugh goes to work on Kaito. Kaito and Pierce struggle in a clench while Mystic overpowers Jagger, pushing him back into a corner. Mystic J puts a couple knees to the midsection of Jagger before roughing him down in the corner with a hammer blow across the back. Now he’s putting the boots to Jagger in the corner with a little extra face wash. Kaito and Cavanaugh duel back and forth with a tie up until Pierce wins out into a headlock. He wrenches down, trying to contort Kaito’s perhaps still wounded neck from last week’s match with Captain Howdy. Kaito pushes Pierce off towards the ropes. Here comes Cavanaugh on the rebound ducking Kaito’s leap frog. Kaito off the ropes, Pierce off the ropes, and they meet in the middle of the ring once again. This time Kaito takes Pierce out with a drop toe hold. Standing senton drop to the back attempt by Kaito is a miss as Cavanaugh rolls out of the way. Pierce is back up and waits for Kaito to rise as well. Kick to the midsection by Cavanaugh! Another kick! Another kick! Franks: Look at Pierce Cavanaugh imitate Kaito’s kicks! Quadros: Those aren’t an imitation, Carl. Those are the deadliest kicks I’ve ever seen! Power of the Easy Cheese in those kicks! Kaito catches one with his hands though and rolls through with a kick of his own to Pierce Cavanaugh’s nose! Referee Sasha Brown warns Mystic J to give Jagger some room. 1! 2! 3! 4! Mystic stops stomping on Jagger and pulls him up out of the corner. Now he bulls a shoulder into Jagger, folding him up again! Shoulder! Shoulder! 1! 2! 3! 4! Mystic J backs off and yells at Referee Brown! What?! He turns back to Jagger but Jagger turns the tables and puts Mystic into the corner! Right hand! Right hand! A series of rights by Jagger forces Mystic J to cover up. 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10 punches in the corner by TC Jagger staggers Mystic J! Jagger looks for an Irish whip out of the corner…reversed! Jagger runs through the middle of the ring, hopping his downed brother in the process only to stop his momentum before he rams himself into the corner. Kaito reaches down to pick up Cavanaugh but here comes Mystic J following Jagger. Instead of hopping Cavanaugh, Mystic J blasts Kaito in the side of the face with a big boot! Ouch! Now Cavanaugh and Mystic J are putting the boots to Kaito in a High & Low beat down! Boo goes the crowd as Kaito can’t get up. Here comes TC Jagger with a running head start, taking out both members of High & Low with a double clothesline! Jagger is all pumped up as he’s the only man standing after all of that! Franks: TC Jagger has taken control! Quadros: Who saw that coming? Cavanaugh and J didn’t. Jagger seems to be going nuts now as he tees off on all three men with stomps! Stomps to Mystic J! Stomps to Kaito! Even some stomps to his own brother Pierce Cavanaugh! More stomps for J! Some more stomps for Kaito! He stops short on Kaito and lifts the former Premiere Champion up. CHOP!! WHOOOO! What a nasty knife-edge chop to Kaito’s chest by Jagger! Kaito turns right around and chops him back! WHOOOOO! Jagger grabs his chest in pain and shoots another chop back! WHOOOOO! Kaito looks to respond with a chop of his own but Jagger catches the arm and whips Kaito towards the ropes. Jagger waits for the rebound as Kaito comes off with a roll on the mat and springing out with a CHOP that drops the surprised Jagger like a bad habit! WHOOOOO! Franks: What a chop there by Kaito! I think he confused the hell out of Jagger with that roll on the mat! He never saw it coming! Quadros: He confused the hell out of me too. Kaito has no time to celebrate as High & Low are back on him again like a pack of hyenas. Double clubbing beat down and stomp down by Mystic J and Pierce Cavanaugh as they seem to have their game plan in full effect. They both lift Kaito up off the mat and double whip him towards the ropes.. Again, Kaito counters off the ropes, but this time it’s a springboard back elbow that takes out both Mystic J and Pierce Cavanaugh! The crowd starts chanting “Kai-to! Kai-to! Kai-to!” as he gets to his feet. He collects a rising TC Jagger with an old fashion body slam right onto Pierce Cavanaugh for some brotherly love! Standing moonsault cover by Kaito on Jagger and Cavanaugh! 2-for-1 pin!….1!….2!…THRE…KICK OUT!! Which of the two kicked out, doesn’t matter. Just someone did. While the brothers get the heck off of each other, Kaito turns his focus to Mystic J as he’s getting up. Stiff kick to the midsection by Kaito staggers Mystic J! Another kick to the midsection with the right foot! Kick to the midsection with a left foot! Kick to the right kidney! Kick to the left kidney! One more kick to the midsection as Mystic J stumbles backwards against the ropes from the series of kicks! Irish whip by Kaito sends J across the ring! Here comes Mystic on the rebound! Kaito with a jumping rana attempt but Mystic powers him onto his shoulders with a hold! Mystic J executes a spinning power bomb that rocks the ring like thunder! Franks: Oh! What power shown there by Mystic J on the fly! Quadros: Somebody better check that mat for the divot J just made with Kaito’s spine! Mystic J with a jacknife cover…1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT by Kaito! Mystic with a couple more stomps on Kaito as Pierce Cavanaugh gets up. He pushes Mystic J off of Kaito and points towards J, himself, and the rising TC Jagger. Now he points to Kaito. It looks like all three of them have an understanding now as they start stomping the living crap out of Kaito like this is some sort of gang initiation! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! “Kai-to!” Stomp! “Kai-to!” Stomp! “Kai-to!” Stomp! Mystic J stops stomping and calls off the brothers. He has his own ideas as he lifts up the battered Kaito into a gorilla press and then down into a fall away slam!! You can just hear the air blow out of Kaito’s lungs as he arcs his spine. Cover by Mystic J! 1!…2!…THR…KICK OUT!! Back to the stomps go the three as apparently Kaito has not had enough! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! “Kai-to!” Stomp! “Kai-to!” Stomp! “Kai-to!” Stomp! Stomp! Now TC Jagger calls off the two men as he has a plan of his own! He lifts Kaito up onto his shoulder and powers up into a spinning Samoan Drop that once again arcs Kaito’s spine in pain! Cover by Jagger! 1!…2!…THRE…NO! KICK OUT!! “Kai-to!” scream the Spanish PWA fans as their man continues to stay alive. Back to the stomps go the three on the same page! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! “Kai-to!” Stomp! “Kai-to!” Stomp! “Kai-to!” Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Booo! Now Pierce Cavanaugh calls off his partners in crime! He tells Mystic J and Jagger to sit Kaito up! They do just that as the Japanese man looks a little worse for wear. Pierce Cavanaugh bows his head with a pose, almost mocking Kaito, only to swing a buzz saw kick right into the left temple of Kaito! OH! Quadros: That’ll do it! Franks: This is just a dog pound beat down on Kaito, Ray. This is hard to watch. Pierce Cavanaugh makes the cover! 1!….2!…2.99923131231!! Kaito KICKS OUT again! “Kai-to! Kai-to! Kai-to!” The three just sort of look at each other like what the fuck? Triple stomp to the head of Kaito again as they try to come up with another plan! Pierce Cavanaugh and TC Jagger pick Kaito up and double whip him hard into a corner! Now they double whip Mystic J towards Kaito like the big man is a weapon! Here comes J with a full head of steam! NO! Kaito had enough left to get the hell out of there! Mystic J slams hard into the turnbuckles with his chest! Here comes Cavanaugh and Jagger with some retaliation! Kaito meets them with a desperation double chop block, taking the legs out from both men! Cavanaugh and Jagger trip over Kaito and pretty much double spear Mystic J right in the small of the back! Franks: Double spear by Cavanaugh and Jagger on Mystic J! Quadros: It was an accident! Another pop for Kaito as he gets up, trying to regain his wind. He runs towards Mystic J in the corner, hitting him right in the back with a lightning leg lariat to pancake him in the corner! Mystic J steps out of the corner holding his spine after some of the shots he’s taken, nearly tripping over Pierce and TC as he does so. Kaito climbs to the second turnbuckle, jumping off with a banzai kick right into J’s chest! Follow up rolling wheel kick to the chin by Kaito gets him a cover! 1!…2!…THR…NO! KICK OUT by Mystic J with some power! Here comes Pierce Cavanaugh and TC Jagger as they look to triple team Kaito once again. They push Kaito down to the mat and share some unpleasant words with him. They wave on Mystic to join in on the fun as they stomp on Kaito some more! But Mystic J seems to have other plans as he grabs both Cavanaugh and Jagger by the head and rams them together like Larry and Curly! Cavanaugh and Jagger wobble around the ring holding their heads in pain! Franks: Mystic J has broken with brothers Cavanaugh and Jagger! Throat thrust by J right on Jagger, sending him sprawling. J with an elbow to the face of Cavanaugh! And another! And another backing Cavanaugh up against the ropes! Follow up European uppercut by Mystic J sends Cavanaugh right over the top rope and to the floor below! TC Jagger hit’s Mystic from behind with an ill-advised punch. J turns around and kicks Jagger in the stomach, doubling him over. Mystic J powers Jagger up into the air with a vertical suplex but holds him straight as can be! Holding! Holding! Holding! Jagger’s face starts to turn red and…BAM! Finished off vertical suplex by Mystic J! No cover as he starts to pound away on the face of Jagger! Here comes Kaito again as he gets up. He lands a solid kick right to the spine of Mystic J, making him recoil in pain! Another kick by Kaito! Another! And another as Mystic J gets back to his feet from his knees! He tries to deflect the series of kicks from Kaito and actually catches one with his hands! He attempts to plow over Kaito with a short armed close line! No! Kaito ducks out of the way! Chop by Kaito! WHOOO! Chop! WHOOO! Chop! WHOOO! It’s like trying to CHOP down a big tree! WHOOOO! Mystic J catches a chop though and whips Kaito towards the ropes. Pierce Cavanaugh is getting up on the outside…and here comes Kaito! Using J’s whip for momentum, Kaito executes a handspring moonsault over the top rope, landing on top of Pierce Cavanaugh! Franks: Oh! Leave it to Kaito to use somebody’s momentum for his own gain! Quadros: He just has to show off doesn’t he? The crowd once again goes into a “Kai-to” chant as he and Cavanaugh are laid out at ring side. Mystic J shrugs off what just happened and turns his focus back to TC Jagger. He takes Jagger and spins him over into the Seventh Heaven dragon clutch that gets a rise out of the crowd. Jagger finds himself in a bad position with the strong man standing firm and giving him few options of escape. Referee Sasha Brown gets in position and asks, do you want to give up? NO is the reply as Jagger fights to stay alive. Mystic J makes the move a little tighter, trying to cut off Jagger’s air. Again Referee Brown asks! Do you want to…NO! Mystic J continues holding the man. He has all night. Back on the outside of the ring, Kaito is getting up as well as Pierce Cavanaugh. Kaito with an open-hand strike to the head that rocks Cavanaugh a bit. Kaito kicks Cavanaugh in the gut, sending him sprawling backwards against the barrier! Here comes Kaito with a decapitating running roundhouse kick! NO! Pierce ducks out of the way and Kaito unfortunately ends up with the barrier between his legs! Kaito clutches himself as nearby Madrid fans give him a pat on the back for missing I suppose. Pierce shakes off the blows for a moment only to grab Kaito by the head with a yanking DDT off the barrier and right onto the barely padded floor! Franks: Geez! Cavanaugh just spiked Kaito right onto the floor from the barrier! Quadros: Oh I know that floor doesn’t taste like sushi! Back in the ring Referee Sasha Brown asks Jagger if he wants to give up again! NO is the reply once again! Mystic J has had enough of this and sits-out, ramming the back of Jagger’s head into the mat! Mystic J hooks the leg! 1!…2!…2.99931321!! Jagger KICKS OUT!! Mystic J gets up and runs towards the ropes. Off he comes with an old fashion yet big elbow drop! Misses! Jagger rolled out of the way! Jagger gets up but clearly isn’t all there as he goes for a drop kick right into the face of the seated Mystic J! Cover by Jagger as he’s turning things around! 1!…2!…KICK OUT by Mystic J with some power! TC Jagger gets up and gets ready to run towards the ropes only to stop short as he nearly runs into Pierce Cavanaugh. Jagger says help me take out Mystic J so we can win this thing! Cavanaugh nods his head and tells Jagger to run towards the ropes, he’ll be right behind him! Jagger runs towards the ropes and looks to come off with something on Mystic J! But NO! As he’s running, Pierce Cavanaugh turns around and turns his own brother inside out with a super kick! The crowd seems almost shocked by this as Pierce Cavanaugh cover his brother TC, making sure to grab more than a handful of tights! Referee Brown is down…1!…2!…3!! Ferdinand: TC Jagger has been eliminated from this match-up! Franks: Oh boy! Perhaps tag team partner bonds are stronger than being brothers, Ray! Quadros: That’s rough. Surely Pierce takes after his mother, the backstabbing bitch. Cavanaugh tosses his brother out of the ring without a care in the world. Here comes Kaito through the other side holding his head in pain. Mystic J is up and gives Pierce Cavanaugh a bit of a high five for taking out his bro. Pierce doesn’t seem to have a care in the world as he kicks Kaito in the midsection. He grabs Kaito by the hair are starts trashing the Seiryuu before punching him right in the face. Cavanaugh is getting some hell as the Madrid crowd looks to boo him out of the building. Snap suplex by Cavanaugh as Mystic J recovers over in the corner. Another snap suplex by Pierce brings Kaito to the mat. Off to the ropes Cavanaugh runs with a great looking springboard moonsault onto Kaito! He hits it! Pierce hooks the leg! 1!…2!…THREEEENO!! Referee Sasha Brown holds up two fingers. Mystic J says clear the way as he runs and jumps onto Kaito with an elbow drop! Cover again! 1!…2!…THRE….KICK OUT!! Franks: Kaito won’t stay down in this one, Ray. Something extra is pushing him. Quadros: Think he’s still mad we’re in Europe instead of Asia? Franks: I think he’s over it by now. Quadros: I don’t know, Carl. I hear Kaito is a spiteful man sometimes. “Kai-to! Kai-to! Kai-to!” chants kick back up around Madrid as Mystic J gets off of him. Pierce Cavanaugh applies a strangle hold and tries to choke the victory out of Kaito! He starts ramming Kaito’s head back and forth against the canvass like a wildman! Referee Brown tells him to stop and starts the count! 1! 2! 3! 4! Cavanaugh let’s go as he seems to be getting a bit of a mean streak as this match progresses. He tells Mystic J to get in the corner and J yells back, stop yelling at me! Either way, J goes into the corner as Pierce starts to climb to the top turnbuckle. And now he’s climbing up onto Mystic J’s shoulder for some extra elevation! Cavanaugh balances on the shoulders as he waits for Kaito to get up! Kaito struggles to his feet with his back turned! Pierce Cavanaugh jumps off with a MISSILE DROP KICK……OH!! Kaito got out of the way just in time and kicked Pierce Cavanaugh square in the face! What a pop from the crowd! Pierce has been laid out and Kaito makes an exhausted cover! 1!…Mystic J doesn’t seem too concerned to break up the cover!…2!…THREEEEEENOO!! Pierce Cavanaugh got the shoulder up! Kaito grabs his head in pain as he seems to be swearing in Japanese. He can’t even get to his feet fast enough as Mystic J grabs him from behind with a Half-Nelson. J whips back with some power and tosses Kaito halfway across the ring with the half-nelson suplex! Franks: Kaito has been attacked from all sides in this one, Ray. Quadros: What great booking by Wren Chesney. Beat down the Chinaman. Franks: He’s from Japan. Quadros: And she doesn’t care. Mystic J helps Pierce Cavanaugh to his feet and dusts him off. Pierce looks like he’s on a different planet as he sways back and forth with a fat lip. He falls against the ropes in a daze to recover. Mystic J shrugs his shoulders and goes back on the offensive. Beast knee drop to the head of Kaito! J puts his hands around Kaito’s neck for a choke! 1! 2! 3! 4! He lifts Kaito up off the canvass in a choke and ready for the Misery Maker! He takes a look into Kaito’s eyes before getting ready to drop him hard! NO! Kaito SPITS BLOOD into the face of Mystic J! The crowd pops with shock! Quadros: Oh that’s just disgusting! Mystic J recoils back with Kaito’s blood in his face and eyes! Referee Sasha Brown is just as shocked and gives J a look over! Pierce Cavanaugh shakes off his problems to get some revenge on Kaito but NO! His brother TC Jagger hops up onto the ring apron and blasts Cavanaugh in the back with a fire extinguisher between the ropes! Cavanaugh yells out in pain as he grabs his back! Jagger jumps off the apron before the referee can even see what happened! Pierce takes a swipe at TC but he can’t reach him. It’s too late for him anyway as Kaito turns Pierce around…JIENDO!!! Front-flip legsweep DDT plants Pierce Cavanaugh right into the canvass! Cover as the crowd counts! Here comes Referee Brown! Mystic J still has blood in his eyes! ONE!…TWO!…THREE!! Ferdinand: Pierce Cavanaugh has been eliminated! Franks: A little retaliation by TC Jagger there, costing his brother a victory! Quadros: This ain’t Philadelphia, Carl. You won’t find any brotherly love here. TC Jagger pulls Pierce Cavanaugh out of the ring and starts kicking him against the ring apron! Jagger seems to have snapped here as he assaults his own brother! Referee Sasha Brown calls out to the back to get some help down here! It doesn’t take Hammerfist Security long to floor ringside and break the two brothers apart before they ruin the show! Now it’s down to Kaito and Mystic J! Winner gets the Premiere Title shot! Mystic J wipes the blood out of his eyes and tries to figure out what the hell he just missed. He’s watching TC Jagger and Pierce Cavanaugh try to kill each other as Hammerfist Security runs them backstage. And before he knows it, here comes some lethal kicks from Kaito! KICK! KICK! KICK! Mystic J nearly chokes as he doubles over with blood still on his face. Kaito wipes away some blood from his mouth before going for a JIENDO on Mystic J! But NO! J is far too big in this instance and nearly throws out Kaito’s back! Kaito steps aside as he clutches his side in pain, only to have Mystic J explode into him with a clothesline! Franks: Damn! He nearly took Kaito’s head off! Mystic J continues wiping the blood off his face as best as he can. He pulls Kaito up by the head and punches him in the forehead. Irish whip by Mystic J sends Kaito to the ropes! J collects Kaito on the rebound with a tilt-a-whirl body slam…NO! Kaito with a reversal DDT!! The crowd pops again as Kaito comes over to make the cover! 1!….2!….THRE….NO! KICK OUT!! Referee Brown holds up two fingers! Kaito knows what he has to do to beat this big man as he falls back against the ropes. He waits for Mystic J to get to a knee and then blasts him with a good dropsault to the face! Kaito gets back up and heads to the top turnbuckle! The flash photography goes off as he stands up top, turning to face towards the fans! With his back turns to Mystic J, Kaito jumps off with the finishing RYUBAKUDAN!! NO! He didn’t jump! He didn’t jump because he lost his footing! Out of desperation Mystic J slammed his fist down on the ropes, nearly breaking his own hand in the process, making the turnbuckles rock back and forth until Kaito lost his feet! Kaito’s feet went out from under him as he ends up with nothing but turnbuckle between the legs! Quadros: Ha! That’s one way to reduce the population over there! Franks: That’s not even funny, Ray. Here comes Mystic J, climbing to the second turnbuckle! He grabs Kaito by the back of the neck with both hands! NO! Kaito fires back an elbow! Another elbow! Another! He’s not going down without a fight! One more elbow rocks Mystic J as he’s about to fall off the turnbuckle! But no! He’s able to regain his balance and hammer Kaito in the back of the skull with a head butt! Kaito is stunned on the top turnbuckle! Mystic J falls backwards, taking Kaito with him in a reverse choke slam! Mystic twists and slams Kaito’s face into the canvass from the top turnbuckle! CHERRY BUSTER DELUXE! OH! Mystic J has enough left in the tank to make the cover! ONE!!!…TWO!!!…THREE!! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ferdinand: Jiraiya Kaito has been eliminated! Here is your winner…MMMMYSTIC J!! “The Kinslayer” kicks back up again as the Madrid crowd starts to boo loudly. Mystic J sits up and pumps a fist while Kaito lays on the mat with a little more blood coming from his mouth. Franks: Well I guess that does it, Ray. Mystic J is the #1 Contender to the Premiere Championship! Quadros: No surprise there, Carl. The man loves these matches where he has to face more than one man. His size and power give him a heck of an advantage. And there’s ain’t nothing these people can do about it! DOING IT HIS WAY Written by: Paul Almost as soon as the bell rings, Jason Sandman comes flying over the guard rail. As soon as his feet touch the ground Jason is back in the air and sliding under the bottom ropes. Mystic J never sees it coming, but is quickly laid out by Venom’s Strike closeline. Jason then turns his attention to a now well aware Kaito. Franks: These two former friends are staring each other down. Quadros: Maybe now we can truly someone kick Kaito’s ass. Kaito gets into position for a fight, but Jason Sandman only simply bows. Kaito doesn’t give Jason any response except to roll out of the ring. Jason watches his former RTO stable mate walk away, then turns his attention back to Mystic J. J already exhausted from his war with Kaito is trying to get up to his feet. Sandman gives Mystic some assistance long enough to use the ropes to hold J up. Sandman then slides out of the ring and obtains two chairs from ringside. Throwing them of both in the ring, Sandman slides back in and sits both chairs up with the seats touching each other. Jason then unties J’s arms and quickly sets him up for The Honorable Death. Holding Mystic up Jason jumps into the air and drives the head of Mystic J through the chairs. Mystic J almost immediately starts shaking. Fans: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! Franks: I think I share the fans response. That was incredible. Quadros: Could have been done better. Franks just shakes his head at his broadcast partner’s response. Inside the ring Jason rolls Mystic over so he can look the man in the face. Sandman pulls a microphone out of his pocket and begins to speak. Sandman: Aerik you have known me for longer than probably anyone in PWA, and for some reason I still don’t think you saw this coming. You and your brother in the servitude of Queen cunt Wren decided that you would try and take out Terminus last week. You failed, and for you efforts you lay here fucked up. Remember this lesson in humility because it may be one of your last memories. Next week I will meet you in the ring. You bring Pierce, I’ll bring Terminus. Don’t plan to walk out of this one. Jason stands up and uses his foot to roll Mystic J out of the ring causing him to smack hard on the floor. EMT’s come running down to check on the condition of Mystic J as Jason Sandman throws the broken chairs out the other side of the ring. As Jason is about to roll out the ring, he hears some music start. "Oh" by Ciara kicks up and the crowd is instantly whipped into a frenzy. Both Omar and Freak make their way out from the back onto the stage. Omar bends down, slaps the stage with both hands and then raises his arms over his head, making an "O" symbol with his hands. He and Freak walk down the aisle, slapping hands with fans. Jason Sandman gets a huge smile on his face as he readies himself for Omar’s entrance to the ring. Right as O2 enters the ring, Terminus comes over the guard rail and starts grabbing Jason’s leg to try and remove him from the ring. MK comes running down the ramp at the same time and gets on the apron trying to talk some sense into her love. Jason yells at MK and Terminus that’s its time for his way. Realizing Jason is distracted, O2 takes this chance to try and get advantage of the situation. Freak slides him a chair and O2 runs over to Jason to give Jason the same shot O2 took a week earlier. Unfortunately just as Omar is about to land his shot Jason gets pulled down by Terminus, and MK gets nailed by the chair. O2 almost instantly realizes what he did as he drops the chair and stares at the body of MK. Franks: Oh my God. MK just got laid out by that chair. She has to be unconscious after that shot. Quadros: That she is, but I have a question for you. Franks: I am scared to ask, but what? Quadros: Is Omar Owens still in building? Franks: Of course he is. He’s standing in the ring mortified. Quadros: He needs to not be, when Jason realizes what happened. Almost as soon as Quadros said his last words Jason looks down at his girlfriend, and then up at Omar Owens. Quadros: Someone call a coroner. Omar and anyone else around is about to die. Franks: I think your right. Jason just tried to jump up on the ramp, but before he could hit mat Terminus grabs Jason around his waist and pulls him down to the ground. If Jason’s eyes weren’t already on fire, they are flaming now as he stares at his best friend. Sandman: Fuck this shit. You tried the pussy way. Now bitches are going to die. Terminus takes a deep breath before he nods his head. Terminus: Fine we can do it your way, but not now. Now we help MK. Sandman looks over at his love and a tear actually seems to fall from his face. Whether it’s from his all out anger, his love for MK, or both is not known. Jason gets up and scoops MK up in his arms. As he starts carrying MK to the back, he looks up at Omar and mouths the words “Fuck God, your ass and your soul belongs to me.” Jason and Terminus both head to the back so MK can get treatment. WASTED Written by: Neil Franks: That’s all we have for you tonight, folks! We’ll see you next week…wait! I’m hearing something is going on backstage! Quadros: Tell me Pierce Cavanaugh and TC Jagger are destroying the arena! The scene shifts backstage to a rather hectic scene as people are trying to figure out what the heck is going on. The red and blue lights of an ambulance flicker off the wall as paramedics are rushing someone down the hallway on a stretcher. One of the paramedics seems to be giving CPR as they rush through the chaos. Victor Cornelius Roberts appears in the scene with a grave look on his face. VCR: Wren! Here comes Jostrodomus out of no where, pushing people out of the way as he gets to the stretcher. Jostrodomus: Get out of my way damn it! Jesus fucking Christ! Wren are you okay? Get out of the way! I’m her boyfriend! No reply from her as paramedics continue to do their best to revive her. They don’t seem to be having much luck. Jostrodomus: What the fuck is going on?! Paramedic: We gotta get her to a hospital! She’s overdosing! Jostrodomus: What? They push Wren Chesney and the stretcher into the back of an ambulance. Jostrodomus pushes his way past and into the back of the ambulance as well. VCR tries to jump on himself but a paramedic pushes him off and signals one person only. Jostrodomus looks at VCR with concern as the ambulance doors are shut. Off to the hospital go Wren Chesney and Jostrodomus. Victor Cornelius Roberts is left standing in the chaos of people, watching as the ambulance disappears. Perhaps he’s lost her forever. He looks down at the ground with some tears coming down his eyes. But his sorrow is soon replaced with curiosity as he finds a container of pills on the ground. He picks it up and straightens his broken glasses to read. VCR: Wren Chesney. Bezo…benzodiazepines? DO NOT take with…alcohol? He looks up with some concern and puts the pills in his pocket. We go back to Carl Franks and Ray Quadros who are just shocked. Franks: Oh my God, Ray. The Gaither’s might have killed Wren Chesney. No response from Ray Quadros as the scene fades to black.

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