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Violation 60 Sunday, April 12th, 2009 Sazka Arena in Prague, Czech Republic THE LEGEND CHALLENGE Jose' Jose' vs. I.F. Written by: Neil (segment) & Paul (match) A Mexican theme begins to play as Jose’ Jose’ steps out from the back to some boos. Wearing his Mexican flag/Brett Favre jersey, he slides into the ring and demands a microphone. Freddy Ferdinand hands one off. Franks: Not Jose’ Jose’ again. Seriously, don’t give him a microphone! Quadros: Let the man speak, Carl. He’s on a winning streak! Jose’ Jose’: ¡Mis amigos de la República Checa, buenas noches! ¡Por supuesto usted es feliz de verme…Jose' Jose'! Mi Desafío de la Leyenda continúa ganar vapor. Ya no sea yo materia oscura de igual como yo destruí Neón Leon y Bryce Michaels hace unos pocos semanas. Bien ahora la etapa es puesta para otro desafío. Había un hombre en TNW que agarró el ojo de muchas personas. Algunos dicen que él vivió de acuerdo a esperanzas. Digo que esas personas estuvieron equivocadas. Mí, yo viví de acuerdo a mis esperanzas en esa compañía. Yo jobbed y jobbed y jobbed. Pero esto es PWA. ¡Mi trabajo es nuevo! ¡Lucho para ganar y ganar debo! Esta noche yo derrotaré a un hombre conocido como Ian Frasier. ¡I.F., si usted escucha, consiga su asno fuera aquí! Sé que usted está en la arena esta noche. Yo le vi repartiendo detrás del telón autógrafos como usted fue alguien especial. ¡Pero usted no es especial! ¡SOY especial! ¡Mí! ¡Jose' Jose'! ¡Demuéstreme agravio, la ramera! Franks: Geez, Jose’ Jose’ just called out I.F.! There goes his win streak! Quadros: Yes! I.F. is in the house! “Fix Up, Look Sharp” begins to play as the crowd pops. But soon they are disappointed as a midget version of Ian Frasier steps out from the back. Jose’ Jose’ smiles as the little man slides into the ring. Jose Jose looks down at the miniature IF and smile as he lands probably the first big boot on his career. IF falls back against the ropes and actually ends up falling through. Jose Jose gets a sad look on his face as he doesn’t want his fun to end. He rolls out of the ring and assists his little friend back into the ring. Jose Jose then gets back in the ring and throws IF up against the ropes, and tries for a drop kick. Only problem is he clears the midget by a good foot and falls flat on his back.. IF doesn’t waste any time and uses this opportunity to try and steal a victory. He only manages a one count before he gets thrown of Jose Jose. Realizing he almost lost to a midget Jose Jose grabs the little guy and powerbombs him to the mat. Holding on to the move and wrapping the little guy up tight Jose Jose manages to take out another legend. Quadros: Yes! The win streak continues for Jose’ Jose’! Franks: Oh brother! REGULAR RULES Jackboot vs. Chris Michaels Written by: Dade Davis "Superstar" by Saliva hits the PA as the "HotShot" comes through the curtain. Suddenly, a blurb appears on the right side of the screen that says “21st Century Rat Pack Fun Fact.” In the square blurb this fact appears: “Cross Recoba has been compared to a young Marlon Brando in the past.” Franks: What the hell is that? Quadros: I have no idea but it is probably something done by the 21st Century Rat Pack! He walks slowly down the ramp with a big smile on his face without knowing that another “Fun Fact” square appears on the lower left of the screen. This one states that “Freddy Fandango has been listed as the number five ‘best reality television show host of a cancelled show for the year 2008.’ Franks: Interesting, I never knew that! He takes the steps into the ring and mounts the second turnbuckle to give a one fist salute the third and final blurb states that “Cross Recoba and Freddy Fandango both thinkn 'Hot Shots: Part Deux' is much better than 'Hot Shot' part Chris Michaels!" Franks: Um… that was interesting! Quadros: I’d say so! Match: Chris Michaels defeats Jackboot with the Why Me? MYSTERY BOX Written by: Bob Cross Recoba stands in the control truck, looking on at different perspectives from the PWA camera crew. He looks over at the guy next to him. Recoba: Thanks again, for helping with those graphics for Chris’s match, Stan. Now let’s see if we can’t do something for … Suddenly, Freddy Fandango bursts into the truck holding a box. Fandango: CROSS! Look what one of our sponsors sent us! Cross stands up and moves towards Freddy! Recoba: What is it! He peaks inside the box and laughs a little bit! Recoba: That is great… but what are we supposed to do with it? Fandango: I don’t know… but it’d be a dumb thing to make it go to waste. Plus, it is a great way to plug the sponsors. It looks like a light bulb goes off on both their heads at the same time. Recoba: Are you think what I’m thinking! Fandango grins and shakes his head at the same time. Fandango: Oh no… I can’t! Fandango turns red a little! Recoba: I DARE YOU! Fandango then nods his head! Fandango: Alright, I will do it! Recoba: FANTASTIC! The scene fades to black as Cross sits down with the control console as Freddy with a huge smile on his face walks away with the box. SWITCHING PLACES Written by: Josh Backstage Jostrodomus is just entering the building for this evening’s events. He’s strolling down the hallway casual when everything changes and Wren Chesney is front and center in front of him. Wren: Well…Look who it is. Jostrodomus: Is it a bird? A plane? No wait…It’s just the guy that ruined your pathetic life. Her lip snarls up in anger from the comment. Wren: Have a nice bon fire Michael? Jostrodomus: As a matter of a fact we did. It was a joyous time and the best part was. We ended up back at the strip club…Titties in the face and beer and whiskey was being passed around more than you. She stomps her feet to the ground still showing signs of hurt from what went down between her and Joz. Wren: You know you are going to pay for this right? You aren’t getting the last laugh Michael. Jostrodomus: It’s good to see that we’re still on a first name basis Wren. But you know…You’ve tried to ruin my life several times…This threat doesn’t seem much different. Wren: Just wait and see Michael…Next week…It’s going to be hell for you. Joz smirks off the comment and begins to stroll on past her when she grabs him by the shoulder. He spins around still smiling but obviously paying full attention now. Wren: Did you hear me Michael? Jostrodomus: I heard ya Wren…Don’t you think the crabs were enough punishment? She scoffs at the remarks. Wren: I do not have crabs! That’s a lie, something you staged to make me look even worse than you already have. Jostrodomus: Well Wren…That whole magical time together…You were the only woman I slept with. I stayed true to you darling and nurtured you with many a facial. Her feet meet the ground once again from another stomp, obviously growing frustrated Wren does what Wren does. Wren: That’s it! I’ll determine you fate next week later on in the week, but you’re in for hell VICENT!!! Jostrodomus: Aww…There it is. That’s better Wren. I was almost starting to feel bad for what I did with you continuing to call me Michael and all, but then I stopped and thought to myself…Self…Why should I feel bad for the woman who paid countless cronies to end my career, throw my son in the line of fire, and take everything I’d built away from me. Wren: You think that all you want, but you haven’t seen anything yet! Jostrodomus: You know the best part of you telling me that Wren? He moves his hand and gently touches her face before running his fingers down her side and grasping a hold of her ass. Jostrodomus: The best part Wren…Is you aren’t in control anymore. Just sit back…watch…and enjoy the next few weeks of your life.. He releases his grip as he turns and walks away. He gets a few feet down the hallway as Wren continues to throw a fit and turns around. Jostrodomus: Amazing how quick one can fall off the mountain isn’t it? REGULAR RULES Dade Davis vs. Pierce Cavanaugh Written by: Bob Once the show comes, The Burger King mascot can be seen in the ring doing flips and spins and dancing to “Separate Ways” by Journey! To the side is the a Burger King bag, fries, Whopper and a soda on a red tray! Quadros: What the hell is this all about? Franks: It seems that Burger King is presenting out upcoming PPV: Mob Rule and they sent the King to remind to always eat at Burger King! Quadros: Oh… it’s one of those things! The King takes his tray, slides out of the ring as security seats him in the front row by the guard rail! Franks: It seems that we are ready for our next match with the other half of Criminal Intent Vs. The other half of the Era, and all around turn coat: Dade Davis! 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. Jackboot calmly walks in behind him and crosses his arms, looking much like a body guard. Pierce begins to jog down to the ring leaving the spotlight and Jackboot behind him. After jogging about half way down the ramp, his pyrotechnics go off, jets along the ramp. This signals the lights to change from nothing to a flashing blue strobe light. He gets to the ring and hops up onto the apron and then does a flip using the top rope into the ring. He’s full of energy and he stands in the ring punching, jumping and kicking while waiting for his opponent. Jackboot takes his place ringside. Quadros: Great! He decided to bring muscle with him! Franks: He always does! Quadros: It’s no fair to the returning Dade Davis. The odds are already against him, it just isn’t fair! The lights flicker and red smoke billows from the stage to the left side of the screen the “21st Century Rat Pack Fun Fact” appears, this time it reads “Freddy Fandango read for the parts of Sawyer on LOST, Doctor House, and Chuck… watch Chuck Mondays at 8 o clock.” Franks: These again? Quadros: Cross and Freddy seem to love self promotion! Franks: Yes, at the expense of others! Bright yellow fire then shoots up from the stage and when it clears, "Hate Me Now" by Nas hits and "The Franchise" Dade Davis walks onto the stage with a grin from ear to ear as he walks to the ring, arms outstretched to his left side in the “fun facts” box it states “Cross Recoba is working on a musical project entitled “Cross Unleashed.” Quadros: I need to go out and get that! Franks: I’ll download it for free! Davis rolls in under the bottom rope and goes from corner to corner, chin high as he awaits the match to begin as the final blurb reads “Freddy and Cross are big fans of celebrity baby names like Apple and Blanket and even they feel that Dade is a stupid name to name your child!” The bell rings and the two men lock up and Dade Davis quickly wins the test of strength and throws Peirce Cavanaugh to the ropes. Peirce bounces off and goes for a running DDT that Dade blocks and reverses into a bulldog! The very arrogant Dade Davis kicks Peirce in the stomach quite a few times. Franks: And we learn early on in this match that Dade does not mind taking a cheap shot! Quadros: Is the ref stopping the match? Franks: NO! Quadros: Then it is perfectly legal Franks: Whatever you say! Dade pulls him back up but Peirce hits him with a few kicks to the head, he then runs to the rope, bounces off it. Dade charges with a boot but Peirce ducks it and goes back into the ropes. He bounces off again and performs a running swinging neckbreaker! Peirce flips back up and waits for Dade to get to his feet and hits him with a rolling wheel kick! Peirce takes the lead here! Quadros: Not bad, but he is not world championship material like Mr. Davis here! Franks: Yes, and remember how Mr. Davis taught the championship! This is guys is just a bastard! Dade is back up and the two lock up, Dade turns it into an armdrag. Peirce follows up with a single leg takedown which is followed by an elbow drop attempt that Dade rolls out of the way of. Peirce goes for a kick that Dade blocks but Cavanaugh hits an enziguri on Davis. Franks: These guys seem to be attacking blow to blow tonight! Some great counters! Quadros: Counters my ass! What matters is winning and who has the spirit of a winner… and that is Dade Davis. Franks: Again, nothing is set in stone as Peirce attacks Dade, but he ducks and Peirce collides with the turnbuckle! Cavanaugh bounces backwards and Dade hits him with a perfect-plex! Franks: It’s called that for a reason! Dade makes the pin but uses the ropes for leverage 1…2… Jackboot hits the apron as Cavanaugh kicks out. Boot yells at Davis. Davis just rolls his eyes at boot and then turns towards Cavanaugh. Franks: I think we need to take into account that Jackboot’s presence here will definitely affect the outcome in this match probably to Peirce’s advantage! Quardros: Yeah, cheater! Franks: Peirce hits Dade with the dragonscrew! Dade and Peirce both get back up at the same time. Again, more proof that they are evenly matched in this match! They lock up and Peirce twists around with at wristlock. Dade tosses him over his shoulder and locks in a headlock! Cavanaugh struggles but Dade doesn’t let go of the hold. Cavanaugh starts throwing punches at Dade’s head and begins to stand up with Dade still with the headlock in. Cavanaugh manages to break the hold and throw him over head. Franks: Cavanaugh showing off his quickness here. With Dade in a sit up position, Peirce hits him in the back of the head with a dropkick! Quadros: Power ALWAYS beats quickness! Peirce makes his way to the top of the closest turnbuckle and waits for Davis to get back up. Davis is slammed down with a missile dropkick from the top turnbuckle! Peirce hooks the leg! …1…2 Dade Davis tosses Peirce off him and immediately gets back up to his feet. Quadros: See, after all that work, Davis shows his power! Franks: He doesn’t weight that much more than him! Quadros: It’s enough to make a difference! Peirce charges but Davis catches him and hits a running powerslam! Wasting no time, Dade Davis locks in the texas cloverleaf! In the middle of the ring, Cavanaugh tries to make it to the ropes, but Davis doesn’t budge. Cavanaugh twists and turns as Dade Davis has a menacing smile on his face! With the ref not looking, Jackboot slides his hand underneath the bottom rope and reaches out grabs Peirce’s arm and drags him towards the rope. Franks: Dirty dealings by Criminal Intent here that the ref doesn’t catch! The ref turns around and Jackboot immediately moves away from the apron. It is too late as Peirce has his hand on the bottom rope! Quadros: Someone needs to get that German jackass out of here! Dade doesn’t break the hold though, he just applies the pressure even more actually! Outside the ring, Jackboot is screaming at Dade while the ref encourages him to break the hold! He finally releases the hold, but then performs the curb stomp on him. Franks: Now that is just uncalled for! Quadros: And Jackboot helping Peirce was? Franks: No, I’m just saying… Quadros: Oh quit with your double standards! He looks over at Jackboot and yells some questionable language at him. He turns around to work on Peirce some more! He takes more stomps into his chest, then picks him up and puts him on the top turnbuckle! He tries to perform the superplex but Cavanaugh refuses to budge. Davis tries laying in some punches, but Cavanaugh fights back with shots of his own. Cavanaugh slams his chin with a European uppercut knocking Davis off the turnbuckle! Franks: Davis’s attempt at a high scale move proves for not as he lands back down on the mat as Cavanaugh looks to be going back to offensive mod! Quadros: He is never in “Offensive” mode. His only offensive is a defense! Franks: Yeah, whatever! Cavanaugh off the turnbuckle with a mule kick to Davis. Davis falls on back and Cavanaugh hits him with a leg drop! He pulls Dade back up and looks over at Jackboot who gives him the thumbs up! Peirce goes for the Invalidation. Half-way through the hurricanrana variation, Dade reverses it into a brutal spike piledriver! Quadros: Did you see that? That is why this man is the Franchise! Franks: I will admit that was a very impressive reversal there! Quadros: No wonder The Era is the talk of the town right now! Peirce holds his chest in pain as Dade delivers another swift kick to his mid-section! He turns him around and goes for the pinfall! …1…2 … Jackboot suddenly grabs Dade’s legs and pulls him off of Peirce! But suddenly Chris Michaels hops the guardrail and starts pounding on Jackboot! Quadros: Finally, some order around here! Thank God, that the odds are even and the other half of The Era is here! Franks: We saw these two face off earlier this evening and it looks like we are going to see more of them. The two trade blows outside the ring as Dade goes back to work on Peirce. He heads over to the turnbuckle and tears off the padding looking to do some damage to Peirce! Dade slams him onto the turnbuckle as a look of extreme pain appears on Peirce’s face! Franks: Both of these teams are seemingly taking liberties here, but I think Dade is going too far here! I mean that steel turnbuckle is dangerous! Quadros: More dangerous than Jackboot hanging around and cheating? Franks: They are both pretty bad, but that doesn’t make the other good! Dade follows with a hard lariat in the corner.. Peirce stumbles forward and hits a bulldog on him! At this point, Jackboot and Chris Michaels have gone to other sides of the ring not taking their eyes off eachother! Dade pins him…1…2 and a kick out from Peirce! Quadros: Why won’t this guy stay down? Franks: He wants to win! A frustrated Dade Davis pulls him up and gets ready to perform “No Class” but Peirce manages to throw himself on Dade’s shoulder and HITS the invalidation that leaves Dade in a triangle hold! Franks: HE’S GOT IT IN! HE’S GOT IN! THE INVALIDATION IS IN AND DADE IS GOING TO TAP! Quadros: NO! Not in his return match! Franks: Serves him right for the way he treated the top prize months ago! He fights the hold but Peirce applies the pressure. With the ref’s view askew, Michael’s pulls Dade’s hand onto the ropes which forces him to break the hold. He argues with the ref as Jackboot attacks Chris Michaels with a big boot. Quadros: What was that for? Franks: Michaels could have very well cost Cavanaugh the match! Quadros: Like that is different from what Jackboot was doing! Cavanaugh turns around and notices Dade on knees and performs a buzzsaw kick to his head! Outside, Jackboot throws Chris Michaels over the turnbuckle and the two fight into the crowd and disappear! Franks: Finally, it looks like we are going to actually have a one on one match with no more interruptions from either man’s team mate! Quadros: Yeah, I have to agree with you! Franks: That’s a rarity! Cavanaugh irish whips Dade into the turnbuckle and gets hit with a big splash by Peirce. Cavanaugh mounts the turnbuckle and begins hammering him with punches, but Dade lifts him up and puts him in powerbomb position! Quadros: This spells trouble and very well be it! With Cavanaugh still throwing punches, Dade lays him out with a sit out powerbomb! He rolls him up and pulls on the tights, but the referee catches it and stops the count! Franks: Good, with all the shifty pins Dade has been trying it’s good the ref caught one! Quadros: Yes, ONE! Out of what? Forty? Dade doesn’t waste his time with arguing with the ref but instead waits for Peirce to get up! Dade charges but Cavanaugh pulls the ropes and Davis goes flying over the ropes and into the outside. A dazed Peirce rests in the ring as the ref begins the count on Dade Davis! Franks: A very wise Peirce tricks him out of the ring and maybe taking a moment to rest! Quadros: He’s lazy! 1… 2… Davis pulls himself back up and prepares to get back into the ring….3 …4… He looks to his side and notices the Burger King standing next to him holding a tray a whopper, fries and a coke! 5… Quadros: What the hell is the Burger King mascot doing out here? Franks: It seemed like he is not done entertaining the masses! Quadros: But he jumped the barricade! Franks: Maybe he doesn’t know the rules! Dade mouths out “What the Fuck?”… 6.. Dade throws the soda and food off the tray…7 He then slaps the head of the Burger King backwards knocking him down! Franks: That is no way to treat a beloved mascot! Quadros: He is interrupting the match! …8 Dade slides back in just in time to get stomped on by Peirce Cavanaugh! Peirce pulls him up and then sweeps the leg! Peirce follows with a second rope moonsault, then hooks the leg 1… 2… Franks: Dade with the kickout again! Peirce pulls him up and kicks him in the head and irish whips him into the ref. The ref hits the turnbuckle and falls on his back! It looks like anything goes here for a moment! Quadros: Ideal for Peirce to STEAL this one from the deserving Dade Davis! Franks: Out of nowhere, Cavanaugh hits a northern lights suplex pin on him! A few seconds go by until he realizes that the referee is out to count the pin. Dammit, he had this one… AGAIN! Too bad the ref is out. Quadros: Yeah, it’s a real pity! He slams his fist on the mat on another missed opportunity for the win! He tries to wake the ref as it seems the Burger King is making his way up the steel steps with his plastic tray! Quadros: What is this idiot doing? He’s here to promote, not to get involved in the matches! Franks: Will he did assault him and let’s just hope Burger King doesn’t pull out as a sponsor because of it! Dade pulls Peirce aside but Peirce fights back with lefts and rights and irish whips him into the ropes. The Burger King tries swinging the tray at Dade but he ducks and the tray hits Cavanaugh instead! Franks: NO! The King was aiming for Dade but hit Peirce instead! Quadros: Serves the dumb corporate sponsor right! Franks: SHHHH! Don’t say that! Dade quickly rolls up Cavanaugh and the ref is back up and begins his count! 1.. 2… He pulls up on the tights!...3! The bell rings declaring a winner. Franks: No way! The man who destroyed the credibility of the PWA world championship just won his first match back by using every trick in the book to do it! Quadros: And before you know it, he won’t only be Tag Team champion but also World Champion once more! Ferdinand: Here is your winner… Dade Davis! Franks: What is going on here? The Davis gets up as the Burger King comes into the ring! Davis prepares attack! Quadros: This is the stupidest mascot I have ever seen! Franks: Yeah, things can’t end well for the Burger King here! Suddenly, Cross Recoba jumps the guard rail and slides into the ring kicking in Dade Davis’s leg. He turns him around and hits him with a rude awakening neckbreaker! Quadros: Recoba? What is he doing out here? Franks: Well, he is a big fan of our sponsors and seems to enjoy making fun of Dade! He pulls Dade back up and throws him to the Burger King, who puts him in a hold and then performs Freddy Fandango’s finisher: RAZZLE DAZZLE! Quadros: RAZZLE DAZZLE! My hero, The Franchise just got laid out with a little Razzle Dazzle! Franks: This can only mean one thing, besides that Chris Michaels is still busy with Jackboot! With Dade Davis down in the middle of the ring, The King removes his mask to reveal a smiling Freddy Fandango. He takes a bow for the audience! Cross Recoba slides out of the ring and brings in the whopper and the Burger King cup! The two stand over Dade and face the camera. Freddy has the cup in his hand while Cross had the whopper by his mouth. Both smile with their food products over Dade Davis as if they were posing for pictures.. With them standing over Dade and still hocking Burger King, Fandango says something very profound! Fandango: Have it your way…. Bitch! Franks: The 21st Century Rat Pack has definitely made their presence known tonight! Quadros: Let’s see if they can follow that up in the first round of the tag team tournament against M&M! KEEP IT Written by: Andrew ~The strains of Black Magic Woman can be heard over the loudspeaker, as the camera focuses in on the sight of Mrs. Natalie Snow as she stands in the middle of the ring, with the Light Heavyweight Championship belt draped over her shoulder, and acknowledges the crowd's ovation with wide smile as she raises the microphone to her lips.~ Natalie: Thank you so much. I must say, these last few weeks have been among the happiest that I've experienced in my entire life. At Violation 59, I overcome so odds, and managed to win the PWA World Light Heavyweight Championship. ~The crowd breaks out into another round of cheers ~ Natalie: And, at Vow II, I watched with joy in my heart as the man that I love overcome one of the most inspired efforts that anyone has ever seen, and secured a victory over Brad Kane in one of the greatest matches in this, or any federation's history. *Grin grows even wider* Natalie, continuing to grin: Of course...something else happened at that event-something that I consider to be kind of important, at least on a personal level. For, at Vow II, I was married to the man that I love with all of my heart, and became Mrs. Evan Andrews! ~ Natalie beans as she listens to the crowd pop yet again, and waits for the applause to die down before she continues. ~ Natalie: That was two weeks ago, almost, and, obviously since that time, I've been occupied with the task of enjoying our honeymoon and consummating the marraige... *Eyes go somewhat glassy as a dreamy smile Very occupied... ~ Sections of the crowd begin to laugh, and Natalie returns to the expression with a sheepish grin on her face. ~ Natalie: I'm sorry, where was I? Oh...yeah...the honeymoon. Well, as lovely as that was, it has come to an end... *Expression grows a bit regretful as the smile disappears* And, and fun is it was to be the Light Heavyweight Champion of this federation, I guess that it's time for that to come to an end, as well. ~ In unison, the crowd chants "No!", and Natalie smiles and nods in appreciation before taking a deep breath. ~ Natalie: Thank you again, guys. Your support means a lot...But it fails to change the fact that according to the terms of my newly-amended contract, I am required to relinquish the title because there was no clause contained within to make the agreement retrocative to Violation 59. And, while my husband has made certain sacrifices in order to ensure that I can compete in the federation going forward, I still need to abide by the terms of the contract. So....I guess we should get this over with... Will one of the members of the Board please be so kind as to make an appearance, so that I can present them with this belt? ~ Shortly after she finishes the statement, Terrance N Weatherbee appears at the top of the stage, with a condescending smirk flickering across his face as he begins to make his way toward the ring. ~ Weatherbee: Well, Mrs. Snow....it seems as though the pathetic little facade that was your championship reign has come to an end, before it ever really began. And, while I am forced to acknowledge that you are still able to compete, rest assured, your so called title-reign will soon be forgotten, for we shall see to it that it never existed as far as the history books are concerned! ~ The crowd whistles and jeers Weatherbee but he takes no notice as he continues to make his way toward the ring. Natalie sneers in his direction, but steps forward to present him with the belt, only to stop when the figure of Nikki Cortez appears at the top of the entrance ramp. ~ Nikki: Stay right where you are, Natalie. You too, Weatherbee. Natalie: Nikki!? Weatherbee: What are you doing out here!? Nikki: What I'm doing out here is making certain that the PWA Light Heavyweight Champion isn't forced to abdicate the belt that she won inside the ring. Because, with the recent departure of our latest Premiere Champion, another vacant title is the last thing that this federation needs. *MASSIVE CROWD POP!* Weatherbee: Mrs. Cortez, I'm certain that you're well aware of the terms of Mrs. Snow's contract...And I'm certain that you're aware that they're legally binding. Natalie: You...as much as I hate to agree with this vile sack of sheep vomit about...anything...he may have a point, Nikki. A contract is a contract, and I have to stick by the terms of the agreement. Nikki, smiling: Well, you're right.. A contract IS a contract...but, since this contract was drawn up without all the members of the board- including myself- getting a chance to review the agreement, I figured it was worth to the time to go over the stipulations involved, and to make any changes that we deemed necessary. And...having reviewed the terms, I decided to call a snap meeting of all the available members...which happened to be Gil Silver, John Harkes, and myself...to discuss the contact. Weatherbee: You...you...! Nikki: Needless to say, Terrance, we were not impressed.. We had already agreed to make Natalie Snow's contract retroactive to Violation 59, and I really didn't see any reason to alter that part of the original agreement. So, we all voted for that stipulation to be changed.. ~ Natalie's face registers hope, but Terrance breaks out into an imperious smile as he stares at Mrs. Cortez. ~ Weatherbee: Well, that's all well and good, Nikki, but you need at least four members of the Board in order to gain approval for this contract...and you only listed three individuals. And, while Samantha Teague-Gaither may have cast the vote in favor of Mrs. Snow's contract before, something tells me that she might not be so inclined to do so this time around... Nikki: Perhaps...but, since Mrs. Teague-Gaither's mandate comes from the fans, I think she's required to abide by their opinion on this matter. So...*stares out into the crowd*...What do you have to say...Should Natalie Snow remain the PWA Light Heavyweight Champion, and defend it to the very best of her ability? *HELL YEAH POP!* Nikki: Well, there's your answer, Weatherbee...and there's your deciding vote. Ladies and Gentlemen, Natalie Snow is still the World Light Heavyweight Champion of the Premiere Wrestling Alliance! ~ Natalie's eyes begin to glisten as she listens to the crowd break out into cheers, and watches TNW's lips curl into a snral as he storms off without saying a single word. After a moment, Mrs. Snow composes herself and stares up the entrance ramp at Nikki. ~ Natalie: Nikki...I don't know what to say. Nikki: Natalie, while our husbands may have had issues with one another in the past, that doesn't mean that the acrimony should extend to the two of us. And, even if it did, I would still feel the same way about this matter that I do right now... A champion should win the title in the ring, defend the title in the ring and lose the title in the ring. Something tells me that you feel the same way, Natalie. Natalie: Of course I do. Nikki: Well, then, as long as you can ensure that you can remain a fighting champion by regularly issuing challenges to anyone that might be a worthy contender, then I don't see a problem with you holding that belt. Are you prepared to do that, Natalie? Natalie: You're damned straight I am! My first challenge will be issued later on tonight, in fact...because there's a certain spouse of one of the Co-Commissioners that seems to have a low opinion of me...and I think that matter needs to be discussed sooner, rather than later! Nikki: I look forward to hearing that, Natalie...And I look forward to seeing how your reign progresses..."champ". ~ Nikki smiles pleasantly at Natalie as she exits, leaving Natalie alone inside the ring with an exultant smile on her face as she holds her helt up in the air for all to see as the shot begins to fade. ~ REGULAR RULES Nighthawk vs. Aiden Miles Written by: Okori & Neil Ring Announcer Freddy Ferdinand: “This next contest is scheduled for one fall and has a 1-hour time limit. The referee for this contest is Andy Sheppard” (Nonpoints In The Air Tonight plays through the speaker system, as smoke fills around the entrance ramp, hovering a few centimeters above the ground. A platform slowly rises from under the ramp, as Aiden Miles stands with his arms outstretched, with his head hung, almost like a rock star pose. As the ramp connects with the platform, Aiden Miles slowly walks down. A black army style shirt, arms cut off, unbuttoned flaps a little in the wind from the smoke machines, as Miles reaches the ring, rolling under the bottom rope) (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 which draws an appreciative roar from the sold-out crowd. As the laser lights flash in time the roar grows ever louder as the familiar opening strains of ""Holding Out For A Hero (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 from Miami, Florida and weighing in tonight at 206 pounds…. He is a former PWA Premiere Champion. Please welcome “The Standard” Aiden Miles!” (Stepping out of the corner Aiden wags his fingers no at the crowd when they try to toss the streamers into the ring, informing them that he doesn’t deserve that yet.) Freddy Ferdinand: “And his opponent is from the fighting city of Chicago, and weighed in tonight at 185 pounds. He is a former 2-time PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion, and is the current King of Europe. Please welcome…. “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk!” (Almost as soon as the ring announcer finishes saying his name the crowd in Prague literally erupts in cheers and tosses in blue and white streamers from every conceivable corner of the arena as Nighthawk steps out of his corner and gets down on one knee exhorting the crowd to make even more noise, chanting “Best in the World” almost on cue as the referee and a few PWA trainees immediately go about the business of removing the streamers from the ring, leaving the crowd to still chant “Best in the World” just like they were earlier.) (As the crowd finally dies down Nighthawk reaches out to offer Aiden his hand, and the Miami native grasps it tight and shakes it as the referee signals for the bell to be rung. Locking up with a collar-and-elbow tie-up Nighthawk immediately corkscrews himself through into a hammerlock, cinching the hold in tight as “The Standard” tries to counter the hammerlock into a snapmare. Locking in the snapmare the former Premiere Champion quickly flows through into a grounded abdominal stretch, adding a knee to the back as he does so to put even more effect on the hold.. Shaking his head no when the referee asks him if he wants to give up the former World Light Heavyweight Champion now begins to work on trying to find a counter out of this hold, reaching to grab the ankles of “The Standard” so that he can pull them to the side and quickly turn himself out of the hold, allowing the “Wrestling Machine” to float through into a grounded overhead wristlock, as Aiden bangs his forearm on the mat in annoyance that he was suckered into that hold.) Franks: Aiden Miles came out trying to set the pace but now he’s the one in trouble. Quadros: I never understood what Referee Sasha Brown saw in him. (Aiden Miles battle his way to a knee and looks to break free with a back elbow. That’s a no go as Nighthawk dodges out of the way and uses Miles’ own momentum against him into a wristlock suplex. Referee Upshaw goes down for the count as Nighthawk holds a bridge. 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Both men get up but Miles is too busy holding his wrist to see a knife edge chop coming from Nighthawk. Another chop! Another! Another backs Miles up against the ropes. Nighthawk with a whip that is reversed by Miles. Here comes Nighthawk off the ropes right into a tilt-a-whirl slam by Miles…NO…reversed by Nighthawk in mid-turn right into a tossing arm drag! The crowd pops!) Franks: Nighthawk with the arm drag out of no where! Quadros: Amazing… (Aiden Miles gets up but his legs aren’t completely there yet. Nighthawk makes sure to take those wobbling legs out with a basement drop kick! Standing moonsault attempt by Nighthawk makes him land face first onto the mat thanks to Miles’ rolling out of the way in the nick of time. Aiden Miles starts dropping the boots to the head on Nighthawk as the Czech crowd boos “The Standard”. Miles pays no attention as he brings Nighthawk up by the head and whips him hard into a corner. Follow up running back elbow to the face by Miles staggers “the Wrestling Machine” in the corner. Snapmare takedown out of the corner by Miles with a follow up dropkick to the back of the head! Miles showboats for the crowd, drawing another boo, before making a late cover. 1...2...KICK OUT!) Quadros: These Czech Republic fans don’t know greatness, Carl. This is a former Premiere Champion they are booing. Franks: It probably has something to do with Aiden Miles having an ego when his record clearly shows he’s a quitter and a straight up loser. His own mother hates him. (Miles gives Referee Upshaw some advice on how to count to three as he brings Nighthawk up by the chin. Forearm to the midsection by Nighthawk doubles over the distracted Miles. Cravate applies by Nighthawk as he parades his opponent around the ring to show off the crowd. He damn near twists Miles’s head off before planting the man head first into the mat with the Deliverance!) Franks: Oh! That has to be it! (Not quite as Nighthawk stalks the neck clutching Aiden Miles. Nighthawk waves out to the crowd, playing off his finishing move here. Aiden Miles gets up holding his neck and turns around. Muay thai kick to the midsection by Nighthawk doubles over the man once again! Miles’ flails his arms out from the shot, leaving himself wide open again. Nighthawk grabs the arm and twists it around Miles’ back right into the Vacuum Twist clothesline for good measure! Now it’s over as Nighthawk wastes no more time as he applies the Hangman’s Clutch! Nighthawk rears back yelling out “tap!” as Aiden Miles does just that before his arm ends up in a cast for the next six months. Referee Steve Upshaw calls for the bell and Nighthawk releases the hold to celebrate with his fans.) Ferdinand: Here is your winner….NIGHTHAWK!! Franks: Nighthawk was once again looking crisp in this match while Aiden Miles looks like he should be bagging groceries. Quadros: Maybe he will once his arm is useful again. BANANAS + COOL WHIP + TEA = THREESOME!! Written by: John *A whirring sound is heard as the camera cuts to a live feed inside the hallways of the Sazka Arena.. The camera is pretty low to the floor as it moves along at a rather slow pace. Local wrestlers look down in amazement as the device inches closer to a partially opened door with a "WREN CHESNEY, PWA CO-COMMISSIONER" nameplate on it. The device slowly creeps into the room and manages to catch a fully-naked Wren Chesney getting massaged by none other than VCR himself.* WREN: Oohhhhh baby...OW! DAMMIT VICTOR--Joz could do a better job than you! VCR: Sorry. WREN: I'll make you feel sorry if you don't massage my back right! OW--SHIT! Where are you groping, MY ASS!? *Wren is having a rough time enjoying a rare massage from VCR, but she doesn't have the slightest care in the planet for anything else right now. Suddenly, the device manages to bump into a table...* [CRASSSSSHHHHH!!!!] *Several bottles of uber-expensive bubbly fall off the table and break. Wren manages to spot the special device out of the corner of her eye.* WREN: EEEEEEEEEEEK! PERVERTS--VICTOR, GET THAT GADGET! *The device instantly turns around and speeds out of Chesney's office door like a bat out of hell with VCR in pursuit. Roberts runs after the device at a pretty good clip; the camera attached to the device catches more local wrestlers stumbling over as it speeds towards another partially opened door, this time containing a nameplate that says "SAMANTHA GAITHER, PWA CO-COMMISSIONER." VCR (voice): There it is! *The device manages to get into the office and turn around. VCR stops just short of the doorway as the gadget rolls toward another room. The camera manages to catch some empty cans of Gaither's Hard Iced Tea that are strewn across the floor; several different articles of clothing, including two pairs of bras and panties, two miniskirts, a pair of jeans, and a Josh Hamilton jersey are also lumped together on the floor. VCR manages to sneak his way over to a computer, where the live video is being shown on the monitor. VCR reacts with rather lustful intentions. VCR: Oh baby... *On the monitor, VCR is watching something rather scandalous: it turns out that Jack Gaither, his wife Samantha, and his new manager and tag-team partner Jewel are engaging in a good ol' fashioned threesome!* VCR: Holy shit...holy shit...I GOTTA TELL WREN! SAMANTHA (off-camera): What the bloody hell!? *Samantha, now wrapped in only a towel, rushes over to where the computer is and spots VCR!* SAMANTHA: BLOODY WANKER! I'LL KICK THE HOLY HELL OF YOU BLOOMING PILE OF DOG SHIT! *An enraged Sam grabs VCR by the back of his shirt collar, turns him around....but doesn't bitch-slap him yet!* SAMANTHA: Jack, Jewel, it seems like Mr. Roberts loves to watch us have ourselves a threesome! *The crowd erupts in cheers and laughter.* JACK (off-camera): Good for him! SAMANTHA: OK Victor, you had your fun, but now it's my turn: I would like for you get us some ice cream.. *VCR stands up with a rather obvious problem between his legs.* SAMANTHA: Oh look, you got a boner! JEWEL (off-camera): I'd like some Cool Whip with that! *Jack and company can only laugh at Jewel's remark.* SAMANTHA: Victor, we want some ice cream. JEWEL (off-camera): WITH SOME COOL WHIP! JACK (off-camera): THROW SOME BANANAS IN THERE! VCR: Ice cream...with bananas...and Cool Whip?! SAMANTHA: That's right. VCR: Sure thing, ma'am. SAMANTHA: Don't mention it. *NOW Samantha gives VCR a well deserved bitch-slap and sends him on his way.* SAMANTHA: Bananas plus Cool Whip plus tea...equals one helluva time! *The crowd goes crazy as the camera on the gadget catches STG dropping her towel, revealing her gorgeous and sweet ass in the process. She hops back into a makeshift bed next to Jack, who is next to Jewel on the other side.* JACK: VCR....what a jackass. SAMANTHA: I know dear. JEWEL: He'll be wanking until his balls turn green! *More laughter ensues as the feed instantly cuts back to the announcers' position, where Ray is acting like he is sporting a little problem between his legs.* CARL: Ray! We have a job to do, so let's get back to work! RAY: Nice ass Samantha. Very nice ass indeed.... CARL: Oh my God...folks, I think I can speak for everyone here when I say that Ray has a serious problem. RAY: I'm happy because we made history! Ladies and gents, we just saw the debut of the brand-new "Gaither Cam" at Violation 60! CARL: Ray has had one too many cans of Gaither's Hard Iced Tea, and now he's gone off the deep end. M&M - MELTS YOUR FACE WITH OUR FISTS! Written by: Darren & Mike Miranda Buck stands backstage with PWA's newest tag-team Bryce Michaels and London McCormack. Both men have confident looks on their faces as Buck starts the interview as the crowd is a mixture of reaction at seeing the two standing side by side.. MIRANDA BUCK: Tonight, you two face the formidable task of facing the 21st Century Rat Pack in the first round for the tag-team titles. Is there any concern about compatibility, ring rust? Will you two be able even to co-exist? Bryce raises Miranda's arm just a bit so he adjust the microphone to his mouth. BRYCE: They had better hope so. Cause if we don't they are going to be in for a long night. The Natural and The Future represent the two best technical wrestlers in this tournament. Hell, maybe in all of the PWA and we are on the same page. We have a common goal in bringing championship gold back to around our waist. MIRANDA BUCK: There is no denying that you two if you can co-exist make a very good team, the likes the PWA have never seen before. However, I will ask the question that is on everyone's mind and that question is for you London. Can you trust Bryce Michaels? LONDON: What choice do I have, its a risk I'm willing to take, if I don't trust Bryce...well I have nothing to lose here and everything to gain from this day forward. MIRANDA BUCK: That certainly is a very interesting answer coming from The Future.....I was.. BRYCE: Of course he can trust me what kind of stupid question is that. Miranda, it looks as if that fine ass is about the only thing that keeps you employed around here. Look! The bottom line is this, London and I are hungry and there is only one thing that has the cure for it and that is championship gold. Tonight, you witness the Genesis of M&M. MIRANDA BUCK: M&M? BRYCE: Yes, Miranda it stands for Michaels and McCormack. Not to worry soon it will be a household name, we will be more popular than the candy that melts in your mouth and not in your hand. It will be our fist in your face and our boots in your ass as you lay flat on the canvas staring up into the lights. MIRANDA BUCK: London? LONDON: What the man said, we're here to get a job done, and done it will get. REGULAR RULES Jack Gaither vs. Jiraiya Kaito Written by: Jason Rest of the match to be added soon. Kaito, having had enough of Jack's comeback, spits blood into his face... blinding him. Kaito growls in anger as he grabs Jack in a Front Headlock. He flips over him... CHIENDO!!! Jack's head bounces off the mat!!! Kaito crawls over to Jack's prone body and places a hand on Jack's chest while growling at him, daring him to kick out. ONE.............................. TWO............................... THREE!!! (DING! DING! DING!) "G.W.D." by Thee Michelle Gun Elephant blares over the arena speakers as the fans begin chanting Kaito's name. Kaito remains low to the mat, snarling at Jack Gaither. The referee points to Kaito and signals that he won, drawing even more cheers from the fans. Freddy Ferdinand: Here is your winner... JIRAIYA KAITO!!! Carl Franks: He did it! Kaito defeated Jack Gaither again! Ray Quadros: But he's not in the mood for celebrating! Take a look! Sure enough, Kaito grabs Jack by his hair and pulls him up off the mat. He lifts Jack up over his head and shoulders. One loud growl later and Jack gets spiked onto the canvas head-first via TODOME DA!!! Kaito stands over the prone body of Jack, snarling at his presence. Jewel gets in the ring and tries to get Kaito's attention by yelling at him to stop. But Kaito doesn't listen as he reaches down for Jack once again. Jewel stops Kaito before he can do any further damage by grabbing his arm. She finally manages to get Kaito's attention as he looks up at her through his blank stare. She then does the unthinkable... and SLAP!!! let's Kaito have it across his face. The fans begin chanting "Kaito's gonna kill you!" as Kaito stands there unresponsive to the slap. So Jewel lays another one across his face... SLAP!!! Carl Franks: Jewel just slapped Kaito twice! Ray Quadros: Slap him once, shame on you! Slap him twice... nice knowing you! Jewel cocks back for a third slap, but Kaito finally catches her hand before it makes contact. He then begins squeezing the life out of her wrist, causing her to scream in pain. Kaito drowns out her screaming by yelling in anger. He then lifts her up over his head and shoulders! Carl Franks: He wouldn't! Ray Quadors: He would! Jewel should've stayed out of his business! But before Kaito can drop her on her head as well, Hammerfist Security runs out and pulls her down from harm's way. The fans begin booing as security creates some distance between Jewel and Kaito. Kaito slides out of the ring and grabs a microphone from the time keeper's table. He slides back in and picks up Jack's lifeless body off the canvas. Kaito, in a demonic voice: This... is message... to whoever... have... my cure! He bashes the microphone over Jack's head, causing some feedback to echo throughout the arena. Kaito, still demonic: You... are to blame... for my action! You... fail... to kill me! You... fail... to cure me! And now... EVERYONE... suffer... consequence... of you decision! Every week... someone... suffer! Until you kill me... or cure me... my attacks... continue! One way... or other way... I get... what I ask for! Until then... my sickness... continue... to rise! "G.W.D." by Thee Michelle Gun Elephant blares over the arena speakers again as Kaito tosses the microphone out of the ring. He slinks out of the ring under the bottom rope and storms off to the backstage area, glancing as Jewel and Hammerfist Security and growling at them. Meanwhile, EMTs rush into the ring to see if Jack's okay as we cut to commercials. THE CHALLENGE Written by: Andrew As "Killer" Kaito is shown leaving the arena, the camera cuts to the figure of Natalie Snow, who has emerged from the crowd and is now staring up at the departing form of Jiraiya with a look of concern in her eye. Turning her attention to the stricken form of Jack Gaither, the look of concern disappears, replaced by an expression of supreme contempt as she steps inside the ring and stares down at the prone form of the Golden Eagle. Natalie: Hey, Jack...I'm not at all certain if you can hear what I'm about to say to you, but to be honest, I think that you lack the capacity to understand any word more complicated than "Bee-yotch" even when you're awake. So...now seems as good a time as any to discuss the matter of your less than kind words directed toward me this past week. Your remarks were...interesting...Gaither...and I feel that they warrant some sort of response. Hmm...How to respond is the question... Do I take the point of these stilletto heel shoes and drive them into your voice box so that you no longer have the abilty to bore us all to death with your meaningless disatribes? Or... Do I do the world a great big favor by ensuring that you're in no position to produce an army of little Gaithers that would run around and poison the air with a endless stream of idiotic babbling? *Grabs Gaither by the hair,pulls his head off the mat and levels a stare in his vacant eyes* Nah... As much as I'm tempted to end your miserable existance right now, and issue my response in that matter, I just don't think that I would derive any real satisfaction by doing so. I think that it's far better if I respond next week. when you challenge me for my newly acquired Light Heavyweight Championship! ~ The crowd pops with shock and anticipation of the match to come, and Natalie smiles as she listens to the crowd's reaction. ~ Natalie: And, rest assured, Gaither...When I issue my response to your words, I am going to make damned good and certain that you understand the full meaning of the point that I am going to make! So...can I count on you showing up next week, Jack? ~ Natalie pulls Jack's head up and down so that he appears tobe nodding, and then breaks out into a wide grin as she releases her grip on his hair. ~ Natalie: Excellent. I'll see you then. ~ Natalie motions for the EMT's to check on the condition of Gaither and then exits the ring, holding her Ligh Heavywight Championship over her head as she backs up the entrance ramp with a wide grin on her hace, acknowledging the cheers of the fans as she keeps her eyes focused upon the still-unconscious form of Gaither. ~ Franks: Wow! Natalie Snow just issued a challenge to Jack Gaither to meet her inside the ring next week and contend for her Light Heavyweight Championship! But, after the abuse that he just sustained, you have to wonder if Gaither will be up to the challenge! Quadros: Yeah...tough draw for Gaither, who gets plastered by the ultra-violent, zombified Killer Kaito this week, and may well have to face Natalie Snow next week after having made the mistake of incurring her anger with some of the remarks that he made. Hmm...Zombie kaito or pissed-off Natalie...I'm not certain which one is scarier to face. I'm really not...Gaither's got a hell of a week ahead of him though..let's just hope that he's recovered enough to be ready for the challenge! PWA's WHITE KNIGHT Written by: Justin "Oh" by Ciara hits the PA system and the crowd begins to go wild, ready to greet the man that put Jason Sandman in his place and returned the TNW Title back to its rightful owner. The cheers somehow seem to get even louder as Freak Nasty 1 steps out onto the stage. Despite the warm reception, Freak does not look to be especially happy to be there. In his hand, he's holding what appears to be a rope of some sort. We see what is at the other end of the rope as he steps further away from the entrance. Quadros: What the hell is Freak Nasty 1 doing? Franks: It looks like he's leading a...horse? Quadros: And someone's riding it! Indeed, it is a white horse that Freak Nasty 1 is leading by the rope out onto the stage. Sitting atop the horse is a man dressed in full white armor, from head to toe, chain mail and all. Freak reluctantly leads the horse down the ramp and to the ring. Once they reach the ring, the knight on the horse swings his legs over and climbs down. Freak and the knight climb into the ring, though the knight seems to have some trouble getting through the ropes in the inflexible armor. Finally getting settled in the ring, the knight lifts his mask to reveal that it is none other than Omar Owens under the armor. Franks: The knight is Omar Owens! And he's got a microphone! In the ring, Omar is motioning for the crowd to quiet down so he can speak, but the crowd has been near silent in utter confusion since the horse stepped out onto the stage. O2: Lords and ladies, it is I, Sir Omar Owens. Vanquisher of evil and defender of justice, back from my successful quest to restore glory to the TNW World Championship. Confused or not, the crowd loves the fact that Omar was able to get back the Butcher's property and defeat Jason Sandman at Vow 2, so they respond with a round of applause for Omar. O2: When the Hardcore King, Jimmy Cortez was wronged, it was his queen, Nikki Cortez who commissioned a knight to exact justice in her name and it was my honor to provide that service for m'lady. But what this showed me was that PWA is headed in the wrong direction. Every week we see people suffering injustices, unable to stand up for themselves. This is where I come in. The crowd is murmuring a little bit, wondering if Omar is just playing up the knight role or if he's actually gone off the deep end. O2: I am going to be PWA's knight in shining armor. I will be the savior of all of those who face a battle of justice that can they can not win alone. I am PWA's white knight! The crowd now is starting to eat it up and begins cheering for Omar, though Freak still doesn't look exactly pleased. Omar, however, has a large grin on his face and is filled with a sense of pride as he drops the microphone and struggles again to climb through the ropes, this time to leave. He climbs back up onto his noble steed and Freak leads them back up the ramp. Franks: Has Omar Owens finally fallen off his rocker? TAG TEAM TOURNAMENT (#7) London McCormack & Bryce Michaels vs. (#2) 21st Century Rat Pack Written by: Sam Franks: The fan response to this new tag team initiative here in PWA has really been a plus side to building the whole extravaganza. Quadros: I couldn’t careless; all I want to see is Bryce F’N Michaels! Franks: Well that is a sight to see I am sure, but I wouldn’t cross out...Cross Recoba and Freddy Fandango. Quadros: Amateur! Couldn’t you think of a better link than cross out Cross Recoba? Franks: I can think of a better link to get this ball rolling however...So lets go to the match shall we? The camera pans away from the broadcast team as the Czech crowd begins to boil with excitement. Announcer: And first weighing in at a combined weight of 455 lbs, the 21st Century Rat Pack!!! The lights go out and the words “PWA PRESENTS…” appears on the PWA-tron. When the beginning riffs of “Wax Ecstatic” the text “21ST CENTURY RAT PACK” appears on screen. Once the song picks up Cross Recoba slowly walks down to ringside. Freddy Fandango follows him sauntering behind him with a feather boa. The text “SPONGE APPEARS COURTESY OF CAPITOL RECORDS” appears on the tron as the duo poses on the rampway. They shake hands and once again begin to slowly walk down the ramp. Recoba reaches out to shake hands with fans but quickly pulls his arm back. Freddy Fandango is on the other side of the walkway and stops to give out a headshot but doesn’t sign them. They do this for quite a bit. The text “ Wardrobe by Versave” is now on the screen as they stop and look at the ringside. Recoba pats Freddy on the back and the two look like they are going to get in the ring but instead they circle around the ring and pose for the crowd some more. The two FINALLY get in the ring and slowly take to the turnbuckles. Fandango throws off his boa and Recoba points towards himself as the text “BROUGHT TO YOU BY MARLBORO REDS!” appears. They slowly back off the turnbuckle and then discuss strategy for a few more minutes then shake hands. Announcer: And their opponents , at a combined weight of 470 Lbs, is the team of Bryce Michaels and London McCormack! A cleverly put together mix of "Stronger" by Kanye West and "Man in a Box" by Alice and Chains begins to play as Bryce and London make their way out on stage, the two young superstars walk down to the ring and then enter under the ropes, they lock eyes with their opponents and apper ready to do battle. Quadros: Woo! Bryce! Woo! Franks: This isn’t a gay pride parade there partner, so maybe you should calm down a bit!? Quadros: Never refer to me as “partner” when you use the words “gay pride” in the same sentence again! The ref signals the bell, it looks like Cross and London are up first, Cross runs the ropes with a cocky smile on his face before stopping dead centre and taunting McCormack. McCormack who isn’t shy himself begins to mouth off back, causing the two to clash together face to face, Cross steps back and then Bitch-Slaps London before charging him with a lite-spear to the ground, where he hits a few sharp right hands before the ref pulls him off. Franks: Cheap shot, or shouts I should say there by Recoba. Quadros: When will you ever learn that when inside the ring you can be as rough as you like!? Franks: Was that another gay reference then? McCormick is back to his feet, despite feeling the sting from the cocky Recoba’s slap, he marches right up and gives him a Bitch-Slap of his own, Recoba looks stunned as McCormick backs off to the ropes. Franks: Bit of pay back there! Quadros: why is it a cheap shot for some but payback for others? Franks: You tell me!? Recoba charges at London in a rage, but London hits a drop toe hold sending Recoba neck first into the ropes, London capitalises on this by putting his boot across the back of Recoba’s neck and then standing straight up, pulling on the ropes as to choke his opponent. Quadros: NOW THAT’S CHEATING! The ref stops London and then checks on Cross to see if he’s ok, after a brief moment, London takes Cross by the head and then picks him up, a quick knee to the gut and a hook up later London hits a perfect Vertical Suplex, followed by a roll over. 1 KICKOUT! Quadros: Idiot! Way too early to get a pin. Franks: what about the mind games it sends his opponent, to me it would show that London is confident enough to win this match right now. Quadros: Save your psychobabble bullshit for someone who cares. London lifts Recoba up once again, this time whipping him to the ropes Recoba rebounds back only to be hit with a clothesline to sleeper-hold combination! London looks for the win, but Cross isn’t having any of it, he drops to one knee and has he is still in motion reaches up and snapmere’s McCormack over his shoulder and to his back, where Cross hits down an elbow strike to the chest of London. Franks: I think the elbow was a bit much, but that Snapmere sleeper reversal was fluid. Cross still feeling the force of London’s moves quickly tosses his opponent to the turnbuckle where his tag team partner Freddy Fandango awaits, Cross charges at London with a splash and then tag in his partner. Quadros: It’s all over now, a fresh man is in the ring. Recoba quickly hits two hard Elbows and then lifts London up with a suplex lift, as he does this Fandango ascends the top ropes, leaping off breathtakingly with a body splash driving London down to the canvas! 1 2 KICKOUT!!! Quadros: How in the world? What a rip off referee we have down there, who is that anyway? Franks: That’s actually referee Andy Sheppard, who is known for his fairness! Quadros: FAIRNESS!? Fandango clearly has the upper-hand, he smiles over at Bryce with a smirk and then lifts London to his staggering feet, Fandango, her sharply and quickly hits a Hurricanranna on London and attempts another cover. 1 2 KICKOUT! Bryce looks to be livid and wanting the hot tag, but to no avail, Fandango takes London by his hair and tosses him into the ropes, where he again uses a Hurricanranna to take London down. 1 2 KICKOUT! Franks: How much heart does this young stud have, a lesser man would have lost by now. Quadros: Don’t mistake heart with stupidity. Fandango: AND NOW A THRID TIME! Fandango cocky as ever lifts an almost out of it McCormack to his feet and whips him to the ropes on the rebound Fandango leaps ready to hit a third and possibly final Hurricanranna on McCormack, but London quickly and harshly takes hold of double F and drills him to the ground with a sit out power bomb!! London limply falls on Fandango. 1 2 KICKOUT! Franks: That was close, I can’t believe just how hot this young boy is!? Quadros: if you find “young boy’s” hot, you’re never coming near my sons again! Franks: Will you please! Fandango rolls aside, shocked and winded by the manoeuvre, London on the other hand looks out of it, it seems that move took the most out of him too, Recoba starts banging on the turnbuckle and shouting his partner on, Double F starts to pull himself up by the ropes as London starts to drag himself toward Bryce. Bryce reaches out for a tag, ready to get some action in, London reach up and is just inches away...When Freddy grabs him by the leg and holds him off, but London knowing that this is his last chance manges to tag in Bryce! Quadros: WOOHOO!!! Recoba runs in to intercept Bryce but is taken down by a super kick sending him over the top rope and to the floor! Fandango charges with a clothesline but Bryce ducks and instantly out of nowhere hits the C4!!!! Quadros: C4! C4! C4! C4! Franks: And here was I thinking you wanted The 21st Century Rat Pack to win? Fandango rolls outside of the ring, as Bryce checks the health of his partner, for a minute or so. Quadros: I never said I wanted them to win, I just don’t want McCormack to get the pin or submission, I don’t know...I just don’t like the Irish! Franks: That not what you said on St Patricks day! Fandango and Recoba begin to get to their feet as Bryce backs up against the ropes before sprinting and diving over the top rope with a splash, taking both men down, the move didn’t seem to take much out of the Rat Pack guys who instantly start to trade blows with Bryce. Quadros: See now between these three guys right here, I see a winner! But then randomly London McCormack dives off the top rope taking all three brawling men out with a splash! Franks: Do you see a winner now!? The fans erupt with chants of “Svaté hovno” over and over. Quadros: are they chanting Holy Shit? Franks: I think they are! All four men are down, each trying to clamber up while also trading kicks and punches, Recoba manages to escape the fray as his partner rolls back inside the ring on the sly, Bryce then heads in and starts to brawl wildly with Fandango as their respective partners wait at each corner all four men seem to be worn out by the battle so far. Quadros: Bryce is back baby! Franks: will you stop it!? Bryce whips Fandango to his corner and follows up with a knee to the mid section before he tags in McCormack, but as London jumps into the ring the crafty Freddy Fandango runs across the ring tagging in Recoba, all four men stand opposite each other and then before the ref can do anything about it they begin to brawl, trading hard rights and lefts, Bryce backs Fandango into the corner and then Fandango whips him over the top rope and follows him outside, where they brawl wildly again. Quadros: and now were left with boring old London McCormack! Franks: Seriously how can you say this kid is boring. Quadros: With words. McCormack dodges a high kick attempt from Recoba by darting under his leg and to the back of him where he quickly jumps out of the ring and to the turnbuckle before spring boarding himself over and hitting a reverse version of The Wave Of The Future!!! And a cover!!! 1 2 Fandango tries to jump in the ring and break the count but is held back by Bryce Michaels. 3!!!!!!! Announcer: And here are your winners!!! The Team of London McCormack and Bryce Michaels!!!! Franks: I thought you said London wasn’t going to be the winning man on this one... Quadros: are you out of your mind? I have been routing for this kid all along! YESTERDAY‘S TRASH? Written by: Neil Co-Commissioner Wren Chesney is seen walking backstage grumbling about Jack Gaither and company from their earlier intrusion on her privacy. Then she starts to smile as she recalls not too long ago how Gaither was just torn apart by Kaito and then challenged by Natalie Snow. Something about that situation makes her laugh out loud. “What’s so god damn funny?” Mrs. Chesney snarls as she turns around and finds Cody Carmichael leaning against a wall with a not so happy expression painting his face. Wren: What the hell do you want? Cody: The joke, ma’am. What’s so god damn funny? Wren: Who the hell are you to talk to me like that? I don’t answer to you! Cody: So what’s the deal, lady? You so burnt I went around you for a PWA contract that you’re going to hold T2SF out of this Tag Team Tournament shin ding you have going on? Wren: Ha! Now there’s a joke! You think you guys are legit? You guys actually think you can do anything around here? Carmichael smirks as T-Man walks over after drinking some water over at the fountain. Cody: You’re damn right we’re legit. You must of missed Vow 2 and how we came out like old times. Wren: Oh that? Luck, pure luck. Besides, that show sucked and will forever suck. T-Man: Don’t say it, Cody. Cody: Sorry…luck has nothing to do with it. Wren: Huh? Am I supposed to know what you mean by that? Am I even supposed to care? You two are dated wrestlers. This is 2009. Get with the program. Your shtick is so old people don’t even know what the hell you’re talking about. So why would I put you in our Tag Team Tournament? You’re here to flounder until I fire you. Carmichael looks taken aback by this comment. Cody: Flounder? Did she just say “flounder”, T-Man? T-Man: Yes she did. Cody: Ouch. I guess we’re just going to have to make you care, babe. Wren: Babe? You know…Cody, right? Cody: Mhmm. Wren: Nobody around here calls me babe! Cody: That’s not what Jostrodomus told me. T-Man: Oh brother, here we go… Wren: Listen here, asshole! I’ve heard about enough of your smart mouth! Boz! Boz Wells! Get over here! Sure enough here comes big Boz Wells of security fame, towering over both members of T2SF. Boz: Yes’um, ma’am? Wren: See these two men? They’re trash. They’re agitators. They are your #1 priority and fit into your job description. So I suggest you take the garbage out back and put it where it belongs! Boz: I cun do dat ma’am! Aight, boys, move ‘long. Wells stands tall between the tag team and Wren Chesney, pushing them in the opposite direction than the Co-Commissioner. Cody: We’ll be back, toots. And guess what, you will care about us sooner rather than later. Let’s go T-Man. We have some old schoolers to watch later. T-Man: There’s just something evil about that woman, Cody. I don’t know what it is. TO THE RESCUE Written by: Justin The scene shifts to backstage, where we find a production assistant standing in front of a vending machine. He pops a few coins into the machine and eyes his choices with hunger. PA: E16, come to papa. He punches the code to make the Skittles come from the vending machine. The spiral holder moves a little bit, but the package of Skittles catches and doesn't fall into the dispenser below. He swears at it under his breath and pulls some more change out of his pocket. He counts it in his hand and becomes dejected when he realizes he doesn't have enough. Omar Owens, no longer wearing the knight's armor comes up from behind him. O2: Hello, citizen. I see that you have not received what is rightfully yours. PA: Yeah, I put the money in, but nothing came out. It's such a pain in the ass.. Do you have a quarter I can borrow? I want to taste the rainbow. O2: I will do you one better, my helpless friend. Omar grabs the vending machine by the sides and starts to shake it a little bit, trying to jar the Skittles loose, but he is having no luck as the package seems to be wedged in there pretty good. PA: Now some lucky bastard is going to get two Skittles bags for the price of one.. O2: Not on my watch! You paid for them and you will get them. There's a customer service number here on the machine. Let me just give them a call and I'll give them a piece of my mind for you. PA: It's really not necessary. It's just 75 cents. I can borrow a quarter from anyone. O2: Nonsense. It is no trouble for your hero. The production assistant actually seems to be mildly annoyed as Omar pulls out his cell phone and begins dialing the number. There's a bit of an awkward silence as it connects. O2: It's ringing. The PA forces a smile in response. PA: It's good to see you're not wearing the knight's outfit anymore. Some people back here were beginning to wonder about your mental state. O2: It was just a metaphor. Did I go overboard with it? PA: Maybe a little bit, Omar. O2: Please, call me Sir. PA: I'm sorry, Mr. Owens, sir. O2: Sir Omar. The PA is barely able to stifle a laugh when a voice is heard on the other end of the line and Omar begins to speak. O2: Yes, this is Omar Owens, defender of the meek. I am calling to demand justice for a paying customer who did not get what he paid for...Oh, it's just a recording. Well don't worry, I'll hold on this line as long as it takes to get what you rightfully deserve. PA: Really, I'm not even hungry anymore. O2: It's okay. It's what I do. You can thank me later. Seeming as if he's going to be on the line for a while, Omar decides to lean back against the machine. When he does this, it apparently nudges it just enough so that the package of Skittles springs loose and falls down. The PA gets a huge smile on his face and grabs them. He rips them open and shoves about half the package into his mouth. PA: Wow! Thanks! O2: Just doing my duty. PA: Do you want some? O2: No, thank you. A job well done is satisfaction enough. Please, go enjoy them. The PA walks away from Omar, shaking his head at the absurdity of it all, but still happy he was able to get his snack. Omar walks in the other direction, as proud as can be. A WAR IS COMING Written by: Andrew & Paul (PWA World Heavyweight Champion is shown entering the locker room designated for use by members of CW, and scans the room for a moment before shaking his head as he sees no figure apparent within his line of sight.) Terminus: Jason? Are you here? Jason: ...And then when all is said and done the world will never feel it's own death. (Terminus looks over in the corner where he heard the voice coming from, and see Jason just sitting there. ) Terminus, taking a tentative step toward Jason: Jason? What...what were you just saying? (Jason looks up at the World Champion realizing he is there.) Jason: Nothing Evan. It's not currently of any importance. (Terminus levels a skeptical stare in the direction of his friend for a moment, but decides to let the matter drop as he takes a seat beside him.) Terminus: I see. Well, perhaps we should move on to a matter which may be of some importance to you, Jason. Jason: What do you have in mind, Evan? Terminus: Your match with Jake Keeton this evening... Jason: Shall be a war. That is understood by all, but I feel you may have something else in mind. Terminus, nodding: Jason...there's a lot at stake in this match-up. The winner of the battle that you're going to have may well have the right to fight an even more important battle in the weeks to come... Jason: And what makes you think I care about your gold Evan. Have I once tried to take it from you since you won it back? Terminus: No...you haven't. But I know you pretty well, Jason...and I know that there's a part of you that would like to prove every one of your detractors wrong when they labeled your previous victory over me as a "fluke". And...I know myself...and I know that I want to test myself against the best available opposition, so that this belt can continue to be given the credibilty that it deserves. Terminus: Jason...nothing's official...But I think it's fair to say that whomever emerges as the winner becomes the logical choice to present the next challenge to my claim as champion. And that, Jason, is why this might be of importance to you. Jason: Maybe, but maybe there is something more important going down that needs my attention more than putting on another clinic with you. Terminus, arching an eyebrow: Such as...? Jason: Not of any importantance as of yet. Just understand that the world may get turned upside down after this. I will explain it to you soon enough. (Terminus pauses, and then takes a deep breath) Terminus: Jason...I...I heard what you were saying last week. MK recoreded a part of your address so that I could understand what was going on... And that's part of the reason why this is important to me. Because, maybe....just maybe...I can help you to work through whatever is going on in your life, and in your head right now. Maybe this match...and the possible match to follow...is what you need. Jason: Maybe it is, but I know that is it bigger than this. Now leave me be.. All will be revealed later.. [Terminus nods his head and gets to his feet before stopping as spots the mask that is lying beside Jason.) Terminus: That is, indeed, quite the mask Jason... Jason: Yes it is. (Jason reaches over and grabs the mask in question. Jason looks at the face of the mask before he sliding it over his face. ) Jason: Thank you for giving it to me brother. Terminus: You're more than welcome, Jason...You have it in you to make that garment mean something... (Terminus nods, to Jason and makes his way toward the exit, before stopping and offering one final comment.) Terminus: Just make certain you don't let that mask become everything, in the process, OK? (Jason just looks over at Terminus with the same blank stare that his friend is famous for. Terminus returns the stare as best he can for a moment and then walks out of the room, leaving Jason alone with his thoughts.) TAG TEAM TOURNAMENT Jostrodomus & Va'aiga vs. Captain Howdy & Omar Owens Written by: Neil The lights dim and four blue spotlights close in on the entrance gate. The restrained piano leads into the deep, thoughtful rapping of 2Pac's "Breathin" as Va'aiga and Joz walk out to a massive pop. Stress, but busta free Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathin Bustin, my automatic rounds Catch 'em while they sleepin, now I'm the last motherfucker breathin The Maori Badass and The Number 1 Stunna take a long look down the ramp (if they are entering second, staring out their opponents in the ring) before starting a slow, confident walk. The spotlights flow them as they step into the ring, and the house lights return as Va'aiga and Joz walk to opposite turnbuckles, climb to the second rope and pose for the crowd. Franks: Are you feeling old school, Ray? Quadros: Oh shut up, Carl. There’s nothing to see here other than two egomaniacs. “Captain Howdy” begins to play as the cheers quickly turn to boos. Out steps Captain Howdy with his walking cane and lime green jacket. He stops on the entrance way, looking towards the ring with a snarl. Then “Oh” by Ciara kicks up and the crowd pops once again. Out steps Omar Owens and Freak Nasty 1 to a nice ovation. O2 stands next to Howdy and the two share somewhat friendly words while FN1 doesn’t look too thrilled. Howdy and Owens start to come down to the ring and slide in while Jostrodomus and Va’aiga pace back and forth, ready for action. Howdy hands his jacket and cane out to a PWA crewman and threatens the young man to take good care of the stuff. Franks: A couple weeks ago these two were battling it out in the ring, now they’re teaming up at the last minute. Quadros: Yeah no thanks to that horse faced drug addict Mystic J! Referee Sasha Brown tells both teams to work out who’s starting this thing. Looks like it’s going to be Jostrodomus and Captain Howdy as the two exchange unkind words over Nadia Snow. Referee Brown calls for the bell so we can get this match underway! DING! DING! Va’aiga and Owens step to the apron while Jostrodomus and Captain Howdy circle around the ring. The two lock up and here we go with an early tussle back and forth. The power of Jostrodomus is negated by the anger of Howdy as he pushes Jostrodomus back first into a neutral corner. Howdy puts a forearm under Jostrodomus’ chin and starts to wail away with his other hand, nailing kidney shots into the midsection of PWA’s first ever World Heavyweight Champion. He hammers away until Referee Brown asks for a clean break. 1! 2! 3! 4! Jostrodomus takes the slight hesitation by Howdy and turns the tables in the corner. Now Jostrodomus is hammering away with right hands to the face as the crowd pops! Referee Brown counts! 1! 2! 3! 4! Jostrodomus raises his hands in the air just in time only for Howdy to rake him across the eyes! Jostrodomus recoils towards the center of the ring where Howdy takes him by the ears with both hands and delivers a vicious head butt! Jostrodomus stumbles backwards into another corner where Howdy continues his assault. More blows to the kidney by Howdy as he forces Jostrodomus to double over against the turnbuckles. Elbow blow right to the neck of Jostrodomus, dropping him to his knees. Captain Howdy takes Jostrodomus by the head and stands him back up, looking for some rope burn across the top cable! But NO! Jostrodomus throws an elbow of his own into Howdy’s midsection to stop the attack. Right hand! Left hand! Right by Jostrodomus! The crowd pops as Howdy staggers backwards! Jostrodomus with a whip that sends Howdy to the ropes. Off comes Howdy right into a power slam by Joz! Cover! 1...2...KICK OUT! Franks: So far this one has the makings of a heavyweight fight, Ray. Jostrodomus and Captain Howdy are brawling back and forth while Owens and Va’aiga can’t wait to get in this one. Quadros: Captain Howdy is on a mission tonight, Carl. Jostrodomus will not walk out of here under his own power that’s for sure! Jostrodomus pulls Howdy up by the hair and gives him a yanking snap mare over the shoulder. Stomp to the back of the head by Joz lays Howdy out. Jostrodomus runs towards the ropes and bounces off with a stiff stomp to the face! Jostrodomus starts waving his hands in the air to get the crowd behind him so more as he waits for Howdy to get up. Howdy shakes off the blows to the head and starts to get up holding his nose. Here comes Jostrodomus with an early Lights Out kick to the chin! NO! Howdy ducks out of the way and punches Joz in the throat! Follow up Mandible Claw by Howdy as he looks to claim Jostrodomus’ jaw as a prize! Quadros: Take his mouth, Captain! Then we won’t have to listen to him anymore! Jostrodomus’ arms flail about as the Captain plays dentist! Jostrodomus grabs Howdy’s arm with both hands as he falls back onto a knee. He begins to power Howdy’s hand off of his jaw before he gets cut open.. The crowd chants “Joz! Joz! Joz!” as he pulls Howdy’s grasp away. But NO! Howdy gives up the claw only to knee Joz on the side of the head! Follow up kick to the spine by Howdy as he’s taking a bit more control here. He takes Jostrodomus by the head and yanks back into an inverted DDT! Follow up face and hammerlock applied on the mat by Howdy as he’s looking to do some damage. While Jostrodomus is trying to battle out of this spot, Va’aiga is pacing back and forth on the ring apron, trying to hype up this crowd. Referee Brown asks if Jostrodomus wants to give up. Shut up bitch is the reply! Here comes the crowd getting back into this match-up with a “Joz! Joz! Joz!” chant again. Jostrodomus fights off the hammerlock for the moment only for Captain Howdy to focus his strategy with a newly formed neck vice. Jostrodomus starts a new fight while Howdy contorts his neck towards his chest. “Joz! Joz! Joz!” Franks: Jostrodomus finds himself in a bad spot here against the technically proficient and dangerous Captain Howdy. Quadros: Yeah, Howdy! Take his head off! “Joz! Joz! Joz!” Howdy cranks down on the neck more as the Czech crowd chants. Referee Sasha Brown gets down in there and looks for an illegal choke, which there isn’t one. Va’aiga thinks of stepping into the ring but stops because Jostrodomus is making a comeback here. He’s able to bring Howdy over onto his shoulder some and push up to sit up. Howdy yanks him back down! “Joz! Joz! Joz!” Still, Jostrodomus rolls back onto his shoulder again for a push up. This time he grabs a handful of Howdy’s hair, making sure Howdy doesn’t yank him back down this time. Quadros: That hair pulling cheating bastard! Referee Brown warns Jostrodomus of the illegal hair pull but it’s too late. He’s used the hair pull to get to a knee and fires a back elbow into the midsection of Howdy! Another! Another! Another! And Captain Howdy is forced to release the neck vice while standing up. Still, he smashes Joz across the neck for good measure. Howdy pulls Jostrodomus back down to the mat hard by the neck, this time with an illegal choke! Referee Brown counts! 1! 2! 3! 4! Howdy releases as Va’aiga steps up the trash talk in the corner. The crowd gives Howdy some heat as he steps onto the face of Jostrodomus and twists his sneaker like he’s putting out a cigarette. Jostrodomus clutches his face in pain while Howdy hooks the leg…1!…2!…THR…KICK OUT! Howdy pulls Joz up off the canvass and sets him on his shoulders for a fireman’s carry brain buster! But NO! Jostrodomus wiggles free and lands on his feet! Howdy turns around and gets collected with an inverted Atomic Drop! Follow up leaping clothesline by Jostrodomus drops them both to the mat! Franks: And both men are down after that! Quadros: Captain Howdy might have gotten too aggressive there. While Howdy is shaking off the clothesline, Jostrodomus is crawling towards his tag team partner, Va’aiga! The Maori Badass is chomping at the bit to get into this one! Omar Owens is calling out for Howdy to tag out! Howdy rolls over and starts to get to his knees just as Joz lunges out for Va’aiga’s hand! TAG OUT! The crowd pops as the 350-pound Maori steps into the ring! Va’aiga bowls over Captain Howdy with a rugby tackle and starts to ground and pound with punches and head butts from the mounted position! He then pulls Howdy up by the head and unleashes a powerful over-the-head belly-to-belly suplex that tosses Howdy across the ring! Va’aiga pops up and shoots the Shaka sign while the crowd yells “BOO-YAH!” Quadros: Oh shut up with that! Va’aiga collects Captain Howdy again and bulls him into a neutral corner with a shoulder block. Clubbing blow across the back of Howdy’s neck now! Another clubbing blow! And another! Snap suplex by Va’aiga out of the corner! He drops a standing head butt onto Howdy and hooks the leg! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!! Va’aiga waves on Jostrodomus who steps back into the ring illegally. The Maori Badass whips Howdy towards Jostrodomus, who executes another inverted atomic drop! Howdy steps away holding his family jewels only to get blasted by Va’aiga’s Yakuza kick! Oh! Joz to the ropes, Va’aiga to the ropes! Jostrodomus with an illegal leg drop onto Howdy! Here comes big Va’aiga with another head butt drop! Franks: The Los Angeles Interchange! Quadros: No wonder why traffic is backed up. There’s a fat ass in the road! Jostrodomus goes back to his corner as Va’aiga makes the cover! 1!…2!…THREE!…NO! Omar Owens steps in and makes the save! Back to the corner goes O2 as he’s looking for that tag in. Va’aiga sneers as Owens as he waits for Captain Howdy to get up. Howdy stumbles to his feet and turns around…Left jab by Va‘aiga as the crowd counts! ONE! Left jab! TWO! Left jab! THREE! Kiss the fist! OoooooooOOOOOAAAA!, BIG Right hoo…NO! Desperation thumb to the eye by Captain Howdy! Follow up Broken Toys backbreaker on the 350-pounder by Howdy! Boo! Quadros: Ha ha! The thumb brings down the giant! Franks: Captain Howdy needs that tag out! Indeed he does as he starts crawling towards Omar Owens’ outstretched hand. He tags out to O2 and here comes Owens! O2 with a knife edge chop on the rising Va’aiga! WHOOO! Another chop! WHOOO! Another backs Va’aiga against the ropes! WHOOO! Omar Owens with a whip…reversed by the Maori! Off the ropes comes Owens with a superman punch that staggers the Maori Badass! Va’aiga shoots forward like he hasn’t been fazed! Standing dropkick right to the face by Owens! Freak Nasty 1 is cheering on his boy as O2 runs towards the ropes and comes off with a rolling senton splash! Hooks the leg! 1!…2!…THRE…powerful KICK OUT by Va’aiga! Owens is back up and begins stalking Va’aiga for the Last Gasp. He leans against the ropes and waits patiently until Jostrodomus comes along and slaps him upside the head! Owens turns around and has some words with Joz over his action. Here comes Va’aiga from behind with a big standing body splash! Owens dodges out of the way just in time, causing Va’aiga to run right into Jostrodomus! Joz falls off the apron and lands on the floor! Franks: Jostrodomus’ distraction backfires! Quadros: It’s about time a plan blew up in his face. Va’aiga is shocked over what just happened and asks if Jostrodomus is all right. Here comes O2 again from behind as he locks on the LAST GASP! The Big Maori Badass stumbles away from the ropes as he tries to break free! He tries to shake Owens off his back but it’s not happening! Va’aiga is starting to turn red in the face as he desperately tries to break free! At last, he falls backwards into a corner, sandwiching Omar Owens between 350 pounds and fixed turnbuckles! In one move, the air is blown out of Owens’ lungs! Franks: Oh! Quadros: That’s how you crush a white knight’s dreams. Both wrestlers struggle for air but Va’aiga is the only one that can move. He turns around and clubs Owens in the face with a head butt! Dazed and confused, O2 is in no position to defend himself as Va’aiga lifts him out of the corner and drops him for a splat in the middle of the ring! MAORI DROP! Cover! 1!…2!…THRE…NO! Captain Howdy makes the save! Before Referee Sasha Brown can usher him away, Howdy starts chewing on Va’aiga’s face! 1! 2! 3! 4! Howdy backs off and returns to his corner! Va’aiga stumbles to his feet as a trickle of blood runs down the side of his face. The angry Maori takes his frustration out on Owens with a Dan Carter Kick! He tags out to Jostrodomus who comes in and knees O2 in the back. Jostrodomus pulls O2 up by the head and stares out at Howdy. German suplex! Joz holds on and rolls through with another German suplex! Joz continues holding on and rolls through into a release German suplex! Jostrodomus dares Captain Howdy to get into the ring and do something about this! Here comes Howdy! He steps into the ring but Referee Brown stops him! With the referee’s sweet skirted ass turned, Jostrodomus takes Owens by the legs…blatant low blow by Jostrodomus who turns O2 over into a sharpshooter! Freak Nasty 1 is going nuts with anger! Franks: Oh come on! Low blow sharpshooter by Jostrodomus! Quadros: Jostrodomus likes to share his crabs, Carl. Captain Howdy is all pissed off as he returns to the ring apron. The crowd turns on Joz a little and chants “O2! O2! O2” to gets him out of the sharpshooter. He powers up on the palms of his hands while FN1 keeps getting the crowd all riled up. Owens starts crawling towards the ropes while Joz leans back. “O2! O2! O2!” Owens powers up again, dragging Jostrodomus with him. O2 reaches out for the ropes and grabs the bottom cable! Jostrodomus holds on the sharpshooter until Referee Brown starts counting…1! 2! 3! 4! Damn it yell Joz as he let’s go! He pulls Owens up and whips him across the ring into a corner. Jostrodomus is following behind! Owens leaps off the turnbuckles with a springboard moonsault on the fly that plasters Jostrodomus! Franks: Moonsault out of no where by Omar Owens! Quadros: Jostrodomus brings his own demise! Owens makes the crawl and covers Jostrodomus! 1!…2!…THRE…NO! Va’aiga with the SAVE this time! In comes Captain Howdy as this match is about to break down! He runs over Va’aiga with a lariat of his own that sends both of them sprawling to the floor! The two hot heads down stay down long though as they begin trading punches! Right hand by Howdy! Left by Va’aiga! Right! Left! Right! Left! Howdy! Va’aiga! Howdy! Va’aiga! The Maori bulls Howdy into the barrier hard with a shoulder! BOO-YAH combination by Va’aiga! Left jab, Left jab, Left jab, Kiss the fist, BIG Right Hook! Va’aiga throws the Shaka sign as the crowd yells “BOO-YAH!” Captain Howdy falls backwards near Freddy Ferdinand! Franks: This match has broken down! Quadros: We’ve got about 800-pounds of lard ass over in the corner with Va’aiga and Freddy Ferdinand, Carl. I think the arena is about to tip over. Back in the ring O2 is getting back up. He takes Jostrodomus by the head and executes a fisherman’s suplex! He hooks the leg! 1!….2!….2.999332131!! KICK OUT!! Freak Nasty 1 calls out to Owens who nods! O2 stalks Jostrodomus and tells him to get up! Joz is slow to get up with his back turned. Va’aiga stalks Howdy on the outside until…CRACK! Oh! Captain Howdy just blasted the Maori Badass upside the head with his steel walking cane! Va’aiga is down! Owens pounces on Jostrodomus with the LAST GASP! NO! Joz ducks out of the way and catches Owens with a quick #1 STUNNER!! Omar Owens has been laid out and Jostrodomus is on top! Cover! 1!….2!….THREE!!! DING! DING! DING! Ferdinand: Here are your winners and advancing in the Tag Team Tournament…JOSTRODOMUS and VA’AIGA!! Before “Breathin’” can kick back up, Captain Howdy slides into the ring with his steel cane and starts teeing off on Jostrodomus! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! BOOO! The crowd gives Howdy massive heat as he puts the cane in front of Jostrodomus’ neck and leans back for a modified Back to the Rocking Horse! Referee Sasha Brown is waving out to the back for some help! Out steps Wren Chesney with a sick grin on her face. Here comes Hammerfist Security finally but Wren stops them all and threatens to fire them if anybody helps Jostrodomus! Franks: Oh come on! This is a vicious assault by Captain Howdy! Quadros: Authorized by Wren Chesney as you can see, Carl.. After Howdy is thoroughly convinced Jostrodomus has had enough, he releases the cane and let’s the knocked out Joz fall to the mat. Again and again and again Captain Howdy bashes Jostrodomus with the cane with no conscience. Va’aiga slowly gets up and looks to get back into the ring but once again Howdy slams the cane into Va’aiga’s face, sending the Maori straight to the mat! Howdy pulls the helpless Jostrodomus up off the canvass and puts him in position. Franks: Come on! Not this! PLAYTIME’S OVER!! Jostrodomus’s neck gets compressed into the canvass as Hammerfist Security stands by and does nothing. Not even Omar Owens can do anything as he’s still laid out from the #1 Stunner. Howdy rolls out of the ring and pulls up the PWA banner. He brings out a steel chair and slides it into the ring. He opens up the chair and wraps it around Jostrodomus’ neck… Franks: Damn it! This is serious! Quadros: Sorry, Joz, your career is over! Howdy picks up Va’aiga and looks to use the Maori’s weight as the hammer in this case. He tries to lift Va’aiga up into a high angle slam but loses his footing. Captain Howdy tries once more to power Va’aiga up but wait! Out of the crowd jumping the barriers from two different sides are Cody and T-Man! Howdy drops Va’aiga to the side as he’s run out of time! The tag team partners and friends of Jostrodomus and Va’aiga look to protect Joz while Howdy picks up his walking cane again and swings it back and forth to keep the two at bay. Captain Howdy slides out of the ring with his cane and collects his jacket before looking back at the laid out Jostrodomus. Perhaps they can finish this at a later date. Howdy steps over the barrier and waves goodbye to everybody in the ring with a sick smile over his face before disappearing into the crowd. Cody and T-Man check on their West Koasta Noastra friends in anger. Franks: Man, Jostrodomus almost was taken out for good, Ray. Quadros: That would have made this show worth watching. Franks: Whatever the case may be, Jostrodomus and Va’aiga advance in the Tag Team Tournament. WALK OF CONFUSION Written by: Sam It started at Vow II, The rebirth of Valentine Lionheart, after having Demitre drop a bombshell about his past and his history Valentine Lionheart went through yet another transformation, this time in the form of a regression. For Valentine Lionheart, has once again returned to the Darkside...His memories over the past few years have been completely erased, or locked away to say the least, which leads us down the path we are on now... Speaking of paths, Valentine is on a path in the literal sense also, as he along with his twin brother Demitre have begun walking the hallways back stage at Violation 60, Demitre is surrounded by the usual ass lickers who need to jump all over a B.O.D members dick, while Valentine walks solemnly by his side, his head down and hood up, his eyes twitch back and forth, before finally locking to a figure looming to the left...It is none other than The Wrestling Machine Nighthawk, who stands next to the water cooler donned in his wrestling attire, paper cup in his hand, while obviously psyching himself up for his match tonight...Valentine’s eyes widen...his lips twitch and his head spins...Thoughts of the abduction of Nighthawk’s beloved Sin race through his head for a fleeting moment, before they continue their journey, onwards down the corridor. Demitre: Is something wrong brother? Darkside: N...Nothing...Just...Nighthawk...He looks different, his attire, his overall...Never mind. Demitre, turns to the arse-licking contingent and waves them off before sneering at the doctor who stood hidden within the mass of PWA backstage workers. Demitre: Krauser; I thought you said this would ware off? Dr. Krauser, clad in black suit, black frame glasses and white jacket steps forward talking in stage whisper as not to alarm Valentine. Dr. Krauser: Mr Lionheart, perhaps we should leave the mental diagnosis to me? At first I thought this regression was brought on by him merely witnessing the Omar Owens Vs Jason Sandman TNW title match, but I fear it runs a little deeper. Demitre curls his lip at hearing this news, as it was at the point in the night at Vow II that his original plan for Valentine blew up in his face, as upon watching the match Valentine turned to ask his brother, “When did Sandman win the TNW championship?” Demitre: Hmm... He places his hand on his brother shoulder and looks back at the doctor, before continuing their journey down the hallway inside the Sazka Arena, Valentine looks down at his feet, watching his black work boots take each step as his brother still holds his shoulder, Valentine doesn’t look up, his mind cant make sense of what is going on... As he walks, he suddenly notices a pair of shoes standing in from of him, he stops and looks up and their before him stands Daz Van Dyke, the former owner of TNW and one of Valentine’s former allies or Antagonist depending on time spans. Daz looks at Demitre, who simply nods at him before Mr Van Dyke as he like’s to be known continues his journey leaving Valentine to process the thought. Darkside: That son of a bitch! After everything he can’t even look me in the eye! Demitre: Valentine; There may be a lot of things you don’t understand, Dr. Krauser here will be able to fill you in once we make it to the VIP lounge, lets not dwindle. Valentine looks down once again; his fists clenched his mind only on the thoughts only of Mr Van Dyke, on his betrayal as a member of The Suits, on their Hell in a Cell encounter and how after all this Daz can’t even look him in the eye! Demitre: Brother; Can we continue please? Demitre points forward down the corridor and to a flight of stairs at the end, their destination the VIP lounge sits at the top of these stairs. They walk slowly, as everything about Valentine’s past seems to have been brought to the surface, thoughts of his brothers battles with Chris Wilkins come to mind, along with his close friendship with a Mr Leon Taylor, it is here that Valentine seems to live...The world has changed, but yet his mind has returned to a time long since gone. They walk, now side by side Demitre unaware as to the full extent of his brother condition, but still trying to figure out how he can use this to benefit him. As they nearer the stairs, Valentine looks at the brown wooden door on the right; his eyes scan up and down and then lock causing him to stop dead in his tracks. Darkside: Bryce Michaels!!! Valentine reaches up, running his hand along the door frame, his nostrils flare as he continues to look at the name plaque which reads Bryce Michaels and London McCormack. Demitre: Valentine! Enough of this! Valentine turns grabbing his brother by the throat and charging him against the wall! Darkside: And since when have you ever told me watch to do!? Demitre: Unhand me, fool! Valentine lets go, he looks at Dr. Krauser, a man he already fins irritating and then marches off up the stairwell, Demitre and Krauser quickly follow as Valentine tries not to look at the Omar Owens posters that have been stuck on the walls, but yet he cant escape the fact that he could never beat O2, that despite his best efforts Omar Owens always seem to get the better of him! He reaches the top of the stairwell, and looks at the few doors in the upper area of the arena, as he does this Natalie Snow walks out of her and Terminus locker room, she scowls at Valentine a man who worked closely with her and Terminus here in PWA, a man she has no time for. Darkside: Don’t even bother asking me for an interview! The angered look on her face only gets worse as she hears these words, which to her can only be an insult, Valentine enters the VIP lounge leaving Natalie ready to explode, at this point Terminus exits the room also only to witness Demitre Lionheart and Dr. Krauser race up the stairs and into the VIP lounge. A CHAMPION IN NEED Written by: Neil *** Flashback *** Wednesday , April 8th, 2009 4:08 PM Wren Chesney is seen sitting behind a desk in a pissy mood in some undisclosed location. With a knock on the door, Mystic J steps into the room with the Premiere Championship laying over his left shoulder. With a frown on his face, J takes the title off his shoulder and looks at it for a moment before laying it out across Wren’s desk. Wren Chesney: What is it, Mystic? Mystic J: Thanks, but no thanks. Wren Chesney: What? Mystic J walks away without an answer. Mrs. Chesney snarls and barks out. Wren Chesney: Don’t you walk away from me! What is the meaning of this? Mystic J turns his head and, with his infamous lopsided grin, speaks up for the last time… Mystic J: The sun has set, and alas, so shall I. I’ve penned the last word to my epilogue and have nothing more to write. And with that, Mystic J disappears from the Premiere Wrestling Alliance, vacating the Premiere Championship one week after defeating Kaito for the right to wear it at Vow 2. *** End Flashback *** Co-Commissioner Wren Chesney is seen again pacing back and forth in a private skybox overlooking all the action down below. Sitting on a table and propped up is the pristine and cleaned up yet still cursed Premiere Championship. In steps Co-Commissioner Samantha Teague-Gaither with a flustered expression over her face. Mrs. Chesney’s lip curls with disgust upon looking at the woman she has to share power with. Wren Chesney: Done ‘screwing around’ tonight, whore? Samantha: Can’t we have fun around here, Wren? Seriously, you need to lighten up, love. Wren Chesney: Oh, I’m having lots of fun tonight. I’m not sure which was the highlight to be honest. Seeing your husband Jack get the crap beat out of him and then challenged to a match by a woman or Jostrodomus nearly having his trachea shattered into a million pieces by Captain Howdy. Both were great. Samantha: Not only will Jack beat Natalie Snow next week for the Light Heavyweight Championship, but he’ll prove he is indeed PWA World Heavyweight Championship material! Wren: Ha! Get your mind off his dick and start living in reality, hun. Jack is a loser. Always has been a loser. And it’s going to be a pleasure to watch Natalie Snow destroy him next week and once again prove the female species is superior to the male. Unless of course we are talking about you, Samantha. Street walkers such as yourself are the lowest of low. Samantha: Speak for yourself, bitch. At least I don’t have crabs. Nikki Cortez: Ladies! Knock it off! In walks Nikki Cortez with a wrapped up package in her hand and sets it down on the table. Wren and Samantha scoff at each other and try to pretend the other isn’t here. Nikki: I don’t know what the heck is going on here tonight but I’m seriously considering locking this arena down for the rest of the show. People are going nuts. Wren: Don’t look at me. It’s all Samantha’s fault. She’s too busy sleeping on the job and having orgy sex in her office. Samantha: Perfectly acceptable on this European Tour, Wren. You’re just jealous because you’re running out of people to sleep with. I hear Freddy Ferdinand is interested. Wren: You’re sick! He’s a fat piece of walking shit! Samantha: Beggars can’t be choosers, love. Wren: Grrr! Nikki: Ladies! Shut up! The two Co-Commissioners scoff and look away from each other once again in disgust. Nikki: The reason I called you two here tonight is because we have a title vacancy to work out. Wren: No we don’t. Just give it to Kaito. I never liked that chop stick user but you know what, I see him in a whole new light after tonight. Samantha: No way! He beat up Jack! He shouldn’t be rewarded for what he did. He should be suspended! Wren: Suspend him? I encourage that mauling! Samantha: I’ll show you a mauling! Nikki: Enough! Kaito will not be suspended. He will be fined half his paycheck. Same with Captain Howdy. Wren: You’re fining your new boyfriend Captain Howdy? Nikki: He’s not my boyfriend! Samantha: Well he did see you half naked, you know? What is that, second base, third base? I’m not sure but it has to count for something, dear. Nikki: He didn’t even get up to bat! Wren: Look at girl next door Nikki Cortez. She likes the psychos. She likes it rough. I bet she does very well with handcuffs and whips. For the first time in perhaps ever, Wren and Samantha chuckle together as if they are getting along. Nikki: Would you two focus! Wren: What’s in the package? Pornography? Samantha: Perhaps video tapes of her doing the dirty deed! Mrs. Cortez rolls her eyes while she shakes her head. These are the two that run this joint? Man. She grabs the package and open it up and lets another title belt slide out onto the table. Samantha: Another title? Wren: The Atlantic Title? What are we doing with that paper weight? Nikki: With the roster expanding, we need to do something, girls. Only so many are eligible for the Light Heavyweight Title and the Premiere Championship is supposedly cursed. And to be honest, Wren. If it’s cursed, I blame you. Wren: Me? What the hell did I do? Nikki: It all started when you just blindly gave it away to JJ Biggs because he couldn’t win the World Title. Wren: That’s bullshit and you know it! JJ Biggs is, was, and always will be the ‘Featured Attraction’ of PWA! That title isn’t cursed! It’s better than the World Title and that’s proven by people fighting for it so hard and winning it only to lose it to someone else! Nikki: Good. Then people can fight for the right to get a shot at it next week. Wren: Who died and made you Commissioner? Nikki: Shut your mouth! Samantha: Cat fight! Wren & Nikki: Shut up! Co-Commissioner Samantha Teague-Gaither scoffs at being told to shut up. Nikki: The Board has all ready voted, ladies. The Atlantic Title is re-instated. Samantha: That name sucks. Why not call it the British Title? Wren: Listen to her, Cortez. She knows a lot about sucking. Nikki: No! We’re keeping the name as it is. It’s PWA tradition even if it was short lived. Jason Sandman turned in this title belt to my husband for a World Title shot. And what did Sandman do? He won the World Title with that opportunity. The Atlantic Title is a stepping stone to greater things. Wren: Riiiight. However you want to spin it is fine by me so long as Jostrodomus gets no where near that gold or any gold this company has to offer! Samantha: So how are we going to do this next week? Nikki: In a battle royal type atmosphere of course. Except hanging from the ceiling will be 8 Premiere Title spots that the wrestlers will have to fight for with the use of a ladder. Whoever doesn’t get one goes after the Atlantic Title. Tournament style after that of course up until Mob Rules. Wren: That’s retarded. Samantha: Yeah that sounds I don’t know…too complicated? Nikki: Sleep on it, girls. Samantha: Hey, was that a shot at me? Wren: I think she was talking about me and if she is, well, go back to your vegetable husband, slut. Samantha: Who me? Jack isn’t a vegetable! Wren: He’s lower than a vegetable. Nikki: Oy vey. Mrs. Cortez grabs both the Premiere and Atlantic Titles off the table and wraps them around her arms. She begins to walk out when Wren stops her. Wren: Where are you going with those? Nikki: I’m locking them down and getting them away from you two. I wouldn’t want them to get any crabs on them or have them dummied down, you know? Wren: I’m no dummy! Samantha: Ha! You’ve got crabs! Wren: Then you’re the dummy! Samantha: Hey! Wren: And what makes you think they’re so safe with you anyway? The last title belt I saw you with we’ve never seen again! Nikki: It’s perfectly safe where it belongs. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to lock these down. With that, Mrs. Cortez pushes her way past Wren and leaves the skybox. Wren throws up her hands in disgust while Samantha Teague-Gaither looks bewildered. Samantha: You’re right, she does have a thing with handcuffs. Wren: Would you shut up all ready? MAIN EVENT Jake Keeton vs. Jason Sandman Written by: Andrew Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a thirty minute time limit, and is our main event of the evening. Introducing first, hailing from Lexington, KY, and weighing 217lbs....He is the All American Nightmare, Jake Keeton! ~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.~ Ferdinand: And, his opponent, hailing from Norfolk, VA, and weighing 295lbs, he is The New Age Punisher....Jason Sandman! ~The lights go down in the arena and “Live Your Way” starts playing over the speakers. After a few seconds the demon face that Jason has tattooed on his hand shows up on the teletron. The tattoo slowly morphs into a more realistic looking face. The lights come back on to reveal Jason Sandman standing on top of the stage. Sandman comes out of the entrance way and as he raises his singapore cane and a steel chair wrapped in barbwire in the air, a burst of pyro shoots off. Sandman runs down to the ring, throwing the cane and chair over before sliding under the ropes, looking ready to start his match with Keeton. ~ Franks: What a main event this should be, Ray! It features the former PWA World Light Heavyweight and Tag Team Champion, Jake Keeton, going up against his former RTO comrade, and former PWA World Heavyweight Champion, Jason Sandman! Quadros: Both of these men were impressive at Vow II, and have established themselves as two of the top stars in the industry. Plus, their last encounter was a hard-fought draw, so you know that they're both interested in finding out which of these two is really the better man inside the ring! Franks: Well, let's get down to the ring to see what- Wait! What's going on? ~ As the two competitors prepare to begin the match, "I Wear My Skin" plays over the loudspeaker, and Terminus appears at the top of entrance ramp with a microphone in his hand, and a look of excitement apparent through his mask that doesn't seem to be the rsult of the crowd pop that he's received. Terminus nods his greeting to Keeton and Sandman as he addresses the two competitors in the ring. ~ Terminus: I'm sorry for interrupting, guys...But I have just received word from Gil Silver that this match is not just significant because it's the main event of the evening... But, because it shall also determine the number one contender for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship! * MASSIVE ANNOUNCEMENT POP!* Terminus: So, with that in mind, I think you'll understand why I came out here to tell you that...and why I think I feel the need to act as a guest announcer for the match that is about to take place. Good Luck to both of you. This should be fun. ~ Terminus makes his way toward the announcer's booth and takes a seat by Franks. Meanwhile, the two former RTO members level unblinking stares in one another's direction as they listen to Pierre French give some final pre-match instructions and then call for the opening bell. DING! Stepping out of their respective corners, Jason and Keeton slowly circle around the ring for a moment before lunging into a lock-up. After a couple of moments, Sandman uses his size advantage to power his rival toward the ropes, only to have his rival dig in and then spin Jason around so that his back touches the cables. French moves in to break up to clinch, but Keeton quickly disengages and steps back to ring center as he nods in the direction of his opponent. The man now known as New Age Punisher responds with a blank stare through his new mask, before stepping forward to oblige his opponent's request for another lock-up. ~ Franks: Clean break from Keeton to start the match. Quadros: I have to wonder about this guy, sometimes. The guy had Sandman at a disadvantage, yet he didn't take the free shot when he had the chance! Why would he do something like that? Terminus: Hmm...Maybe because he respects Sandman, perhaps? Quadros: Right...like Sandman would give Keeton a clean break in that situation! ~ The two grapplers tie up once again, and spend a few seconds jostling for position until Sandman begins to bull his rival toward the nearest corner. Keeton decides to use the same tactic that he used before and tries to spin Jason into an advantageous position, but Jason is prepared for it, and simply whirls Keeton around and shoves him hard into the nearest corner! Jason then cocks his fist as if to follow up with a punch, but then slowly steps back as he smirks through his mask at his opponent. Jake goes wide-eyed with shock and anger as he mouths the words "what the hell was that?" before he storms forward and delivers a hard two-handed shove to his rival's chest. Keeton then cocks his own fist, and motions for his rival to bring it, but Sandman simply shrugs and signals his desire to lock up for a third time. Keeton regards Jason with suspicion in his eyes, but relents after a moment and steps forward to engage his rival once again. ~ Quadros: What's Keeton so pissed off about!? Sandman gave him a clean break, didn't he? Franks: I don't think appreciated Jason's attempt to play mind-games, Carl. Although, I have to say, that's not usually Sandman's approach... Terminus, staring intently at Jason in the ring: No...it certainly isn't.... ~ Jason and Jake lunge forward once more, but Keeton ducks under his rival's clutches at the last moment and then proceeds to take him down to the mat with a fireman's carry take down. Jake quickly follows up this move by applying a rear waist lock to his rival in order to keep him grounded, and then rolls him over into a bridge pin for the first pinfall attempt of the match: 1...2...Jason rolls back onto his side, but Jake keeps his grip tight on the waist lock. Keeping his cool, the New Age Punisher manages to work his way back to his feet and then pries his opponent's arms apart before reversing into a standing wrist lock to his opponent. The Virginia native then drives the point of his elbow down onto his rival's extended limb, causing him to drop to one knee from the pain, and then converts the hold to a top wrist lock as he begins to power his rival's shoulders toward the mat. Keeton bridges back in order to avoid being pinned, and then kips back up to his feet and counters into a back heel trip take down that deposits his foe onto his back. Breaking out into a slight grin, Keeton then proceeds to convert the hold into a short-arm scissors, and begins to wrench back on the arm lock with the hope that he might be able to draw an early submission victory. ~ Franks: Nice reversal by Keeton into a tight arm lock! Terminus: Jason's going to want to find a way to escape this hold as quickly as he can, because even if this doesn't draw the submission, it still will impact his ability to execute any of his high-impact moves to maximum effect! ~ Sandman winces in pain through his mask as his opponent exerts pressure on the arm lock, and reaches out for the ropes, only to find that they're to far away for him to grab. French asks him Jason if he wants to call it a night but is met with a flat refusal; instead, Sandman works himself into position where he can perform a back somersault to his feet and then proceeds to dead lift his rival into the air, before falling backward into a modified suplex that sends Jake crashing to the canvas! After taking a moment to shake some feeling back into his arm, Sandman makes his way over to his rival as the latter rises to his hands and knees, and then proceeds to grab him around the waist before lifting him up and slamming him back down to the mat with a Karelin Lift Suplex. Keeping his grip applied, Jason then lifts his rival up and proceeds to dead-lift him off the mat once more before taking him over into a Bridging German Suplex for his first pin fall attempt of the match: 1...2...Kick Out! ~ Quadros: Nice sequence of suplexes by Sandman, who has proved himself to be quite capable of holding his own in technical encounters against anyone in this federation....and I don't think that our guest announcer would deny that for one second. Terminus: Not for one split-second, actually. ~Realizing that he's going to need to wear his rival down some more, Sandman pulls his rival back to his feet by the arm and then whips him into the ropes before catching his rival on the rebound and trapping him in an Abdominal Stretch! Now it's Jake's turn to search for a means of escape, but he's too far from the ropes and Jason has the hold properly applied, making it that much more difficult to reverse. Sandman adds to his misery by digging in a few hard elbows to his ribs, causing Jake to cry out in pain with each blow that connects, but when French asks Keeton if he wants to quit, the All American Nightmare's response is a simple shake of the head. Yelling out to get some adrenaline, Jake then manages to work himself into a position that allows him to break the hold by taking Jason over into a Sit-Out Hip Toss. Keeton immediately chains back into the Short-Arm Scissors, and wrenches back on the hold, but this time Jason is closer to the ropes, and drapes a leg across the bottom cable before too much damage can be done to his arm. Keeton releases the hold at four, and both men slowly climb back to their feet, keeping their eyes fixed upon one another as the crowd applauds the exchange that they've witnessed. ~ Ferdinand: Ten minutes have elapsed in this contest! ~ After a momentary pause, the two lock up yet again, and after a couple of seconds Sandman gains control with a tight side headlock, and then quickly takes his opponent over his him to the mat. Sandman cranks up the pressure on the hold, but Keeton keeps his cool and reaches up with his legs in order to reverse into a head scissors. Jason tries to kip out of the hold, but Jake has it cinched in tight, so the New Age Punisher decides to use a different tactic by working his way up toward his feet and then rolling on top of his opponent for a pin fall attempt: 1...2...Keeton bridges up to escape, and then hooks his rival's arms before attempting to take him over into a backslide. Blocked! Now Jason attempts to take his rival into a Backslide of his own, but Jake uses the momentum of the attempt to roll back over to his feet while keeping his arms hooked around his opponent's. Before Sandman can react, Keeton proceeds to lift his rival up and takes him over into a sweet Bridging Butterfly Suplex for another pin fall attempt: 1.....2...Kick Out! Undaunted, Keeton quickly springs to his feet, and then leaps into the air and catches his rising opponent flush in the face with a beautiful Dropsault that sends him crashing to the mat in a heap! ~ Franks: Perfect Dropsault by Keeton, and I think that really stunned Sandman just now! Let's see what Jake can do to capitalize upon this sitation! ~ Jake is quick to press the advantage that he's created for himself as he springs to his feet, vaults to the top rope, and bounces off into a beautiful split-legged moonsault onto his rival. The All-American Nightmare than drops down on top of his opponent and applies the cover: 1....2....Th-Kick Out! Not looking at all surprised, the Kentucky native simply pulls his rival back up by the arm and whips him into the ropes before leaping up and catching him with a wicked Spinning Heel Kick! Jason crashes to the mat once again, and Keeton follows up with an impressive rolling thunder hangover legdrop off the ropes before applying another cover, this time with the hook of the leg: 1....2....Thr-Another Kick Out! Keeping his focus, Keeton pulls his rival up by the hair and then takes him over into a Bridging Exploder Suplex for yet another pinfall attempt: 1....2....THREENO! Not quite! Sandman JUST gets a shoulder up at the last possible moment! ~ Quadros: Keeton is hitting move after move after move on Sandman, but can't seem to put his opponent away! Jason is showing just what a tough SOB he really is, and with this much on the line, it's going to take something dramatic to put him away! ~ Taking a deep breath in order to keep his composure, Keeton ducks to the outside and waits for his opponent to rise; once this occurs, he then slingshots himself toward his rival, looking to take him down with a Rana! WAIT! Jason blocks the attempt, and then pulls his rival up and drives him down HARD to the mat with a thunderous High-Angle Slam! THUMP! Jake lies on the mat, gasping for breath, and Sandman is quick to drop down and apply the cover to his rival: 1....2....THR-Kick Out! Sandman doesn't appear to care one way or the other as he simply pulls his opponent back to his feet by the arm and then pulls him into a nasty short-arm knee to the gut, before grabbing Jake around the waist and lifting him up over his shoulder into a Canadian Backbreaker! Keeton yells out in pain, but shouts his refusal when Pierre asks if he wants to call it a night; Jason seems to realize that he's not going to draw the submission with this move, so, once he's satisfied that it's done enough damage, he proceeds to leap up and sit out to complete the execution of the Colt 45! Keeton crumples to the mat, clutching his back, and Sandman smiles slightly through his mask as he applies the lateral press while hooking the leg: 1.........2..........THRE-NO! Shoulder Up! ~ Terminus: Keeton's a damned tough competitor, and it's going to take a hell of a lot to put him away, but when someone targets your back in the manner that Jason is at the moment, it becomes harder and harder to kick out of moves like that. And, because Jason seems to be wrestling in a fashion that's more calculating than even I'm used to, something tells me that he's going to keep targeting that back until it gives! ~ The smile disappears from Sandman's features as he stares blankly in the direction of his rival for a moment, but that's the only emotion that he displays as he pulls Keeton back up to his feet by the hair and traps his arms in between his before delivering a series of brutal Trapped-Arm headbutts, followed by another knee that leaves Jake bent over in agony. Sandman then caps this sequence by hoisting his rival up into the air and then driving him down to the mat with a ferocious Folding Powerbomb for another pin fall attempt: 1......2.....THRE....Keeton kicks out, but Jason keeps a hold of his legs and twists him into an Elevated Boston Crab! Keeton's eyes bulge out in pure agony as he desperately searches for a means of escape; Sandman digs his knee into his rival's spine in order to compound Jake's misery and to make his attempt to escape that much harder. Despite all of that, the All American Nightmare is determined to keep fighting, and begins to make some progress as he claws his way toward the ropes. Keeton reaches out for bottom strand, but finds his attempt thwarted when Jason calmly drops down and converts the submission into the Crossface/Rings of Saturn Hybrid that he calls THE SNAKE VISE GRIP!!! ~ *FINISHER POP!!!* ~ As Keeton's fans plead with him not to quit, and begin a chant of "Please Don't Tap!", Jake frantically tries to resist the effects of the hold, even as Jason starts to bend him back into a disgusting U-Shape! French asks Jake once again if he wants to submit...NO! NO DAMNED WAY! But, for all of his denials, it seems as though Keeton is having a difficult time dealing with the amount of pain that he's in; noticing that his efforts seem to have subsided, Frech checks his arm to see if there's still some fight left in him...and it falls! French checks for a second time...and it falls AGAIN! French checks for the final time...and it stays UP! Summoning all the strength that he has left in him, Jake releases a loud battle cry as he fights through the pain and drags himself close enough where he can JUST reach out and grab the bottom cable to force a break of the hold! ~ Ferdinand: Twenty minutes have elapsed in this contest! There are ten minutes remaining! ~ Sandman releases the submission at the count of four, and regards his rival with a predatory glare as he watches him struggle to rise of the mat and turn to face him. Jason then charges forward, looking to take his opponent's head off with his Venom's Strike Lariat...WAIT! Keeton ducks, and then in one smooth motion grabs his opponent's extended arm, hooks the other, and twists himself into the Spinning Umprettier that he calls THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE NIGHT! ~ * FINISHER OUT OF NOWHERE POP! * Franks: How in the hell was Keeton able to pull that off!? Quadros: I have no idea, but he got all of that move, and it should be enough to put Jason away as long as he's able to cover! ~ Both men remain on the canvas following that last exchange, and it takes a moment for Keeton to shake off the effects of the beating that he's suffered to the extant that he can crawl over and flop on top of his rival for the cover in order to finish the match: ~ ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Franks: KEETON WINS! Terminus: NO! LOOK AT THE REF! Quadros: YOU'RE RIGHT! HE'S HOLDING UP TWO FINGERS! THIS MATCH WILL CONTINUE! * INSANELY CLOSE NEAR FALL POP! * ~ Keeton flops onto his back for a moment, shaking his head in disbelief. But, he manages to gather himself as he pulls himself up and then proceeds to pull his rival up to his feet and whips him hard into the nearest corner before following him in with a Running Corner Clothesline, and then follows up this attack by grabbing his rival around the waist and taking him over with an Overhead Belly to Belly out of the corner! Sandman lands hard on the mat, and Jake follows up racing off the ropes and clocking his rival in the back of the head with a blistering Basement Dropkick just as Sandman begins to rise to a seated position! Jason flops onto his back, but rather than go for the cover, Jake elects to duck to the outside, and scales the turnbuckles as quickly as he can before leaping off into the Shooting Star Legdrop that he calls Wasted Hopes! It CONNECTS! Jake's eyes go wide with excitement as he quickly applies the cover, making certain to hook both legs in the process: ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEENOOOOO! ANOTHER KICK OUT! Terminus: Jake is using a variety of approaches to try and put Sandman away, but nothing seems to have worked just yet. Still, his playbook is pretty deep, so as long as his back continues to hold up from the abuse that it sustained, I'm sure he can continue to try different ways to gain the victory. ~ Jake slams the mat in frustration and takes a couple of deep breaths to keep his emotions in check as he pulls Jason back to his feet by the hair and then slides behind him and cinches in a full nelson. Keeton then musters up the energy to take his opponent over into a Dragon Suplex, and then rolls Sandman back to his feet and takes him over once again, this time into a Tiger Suplex. Keeton pulls him up for a third time, but as he lifts his rival up for the Pumphandle Suplex to complete the Tri-Plex, his back gives up, and he's forced to release his grip on his opponent! This allows Jason the chance to spin around, hook his opponent's arms, and then lift him up and spike him down with his much-feared Package Piledriver! Franks: HONORABLE DEATH! Quadros: THIS HAS TO BE IT! ~ Keeton lies quivering on the mat, and Jason's smile returns as rolls on top of him for the cover, bridging back while hooking the leg on what everyone thinks will the the final cover of the match: ~ ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! Franks: THAT'S IT! SANDMAN WINS! SANDMAN IS- Terminus: GOING TO NEED TO DO SOMETHING ELSE, BECAUSE THAT WASN'T ENOUGH! Quadros: YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING! ~ As the crowd goes MOLTEN, French holds up two fingers, indicating that Keeton was able to kick out in time! Sandman's eyes narrow into tiny slits as he stares at the official for an extended moment, but then he gives a barely perceptible shake of the head as he turns his attention back to his opponent and hauls him off of the mat before cinching in a front facelock and lifting him up into the Stalling Brainbuster that he calls the Long Drop with a Quick Stop! THUMP! Keeton crashes head-fist to the canvas, but Sandman isn't done yet as he makes his way toward the top rope and then leaps off into a Moonsault that connects flush onto his rival! Sandman takes a second to dust himself off and then drops onto his rival, making certain to hook BOTH legs: ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEENOOOOOO! ANOTHER KICK OUT! *FIGHTING SPIRIT POP!* Jason glares at the official for a moment, but appears to be able to keep his emotions in check than would normally be the case as he simply pulls the stricken Keeton back to his feet and whips him hard into the ropes before leaping up into the air and killing him dead with an amazingly well-executed Standing Dropkick to the face! Keeton falls twitching to the mat, and Sandman scrambles to his feet, signaling his intention to end the match with his signature Moonsault Double Stomp as the shouts "Ring the Fucking Bell!" at the top of his lungs. But, somehow, Keeton finds the engergy needed to kip up to his feet just as Jason reaches the top rope, and with a speed born of adrenaline, Keeton jumps to the top rope, hooks his opponent's arms, and then falls backward to complete the execution of an AVALANCHE RELEASE TIGER SUPLEX! Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! ~ Sandman is folded in half upon impact, and lies motionless on the canvas as as the crowd goes ballistic. Keeton slowly rolls over and drags himself toward his stricken rival before finally draping an arm across his chest: 1.......2.......THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEENOOOOOO! SHOULDER UP! Keeton lets out a loud groan of anger and frustration as he pulls his rival back to his feet by the arm and then drapes it across his neck before falling into a Cutthroat Hangman's Neckbreaker! Keeping his grip on the arm, Keeton rolls his rival over and pulls him up, while using his other arm to complete the Standing D'Arce Choke that he calls SWEET SOUTHERN SURRENDER! ~ Ferdinand: There are two minutes remaining in this encounter! Franks: And now it's Sandman who's in a world of trouble as Keeton has cinched in his primary submission finisher! Quadros: What a match these two have had this evening, but Keeton's got that hold cinched in tight, and I don't think that Sandman's going to able to fight off the effects of that choke for too long, given the abuse that he has sustained in this match! ~ The All American Nightmare cranks up the pressure on the hold for all that he's worth, all the while imploring French to ask his rival if he wants to quit! French complies with this request, but is met with a refusal. Sandman doesn't appear to be making much headway in terms of breaking the hold, and his efforts appear to be subsiding, so he checks Sandman's arm....and it falls! He checks for a second time...and it falls again! A final time....and it...stays up! Now it's Jason's turn to summon up whatever reserves he has left as he uses his leg strength to plow forward, bulling Jake back enough to that he can reach out and grab the ropes! ~ Ferdinand: There is ONE minute remaining in this contest! ~ Looking frustrated, Jake doesn't break clean, but instead pushes his opponent up against the strands and clocks him with a stiff forearm to the jaw, followed by a second, and then a discus punch for good measure! the All American Nightmare then whips his rival into the ropes, and springs off the strands looking to nail his rival with a roaring elbow! Ducked! Sandman then hurls himself forward into his vaunted Venom's Strike Lariat which turns Keeton inside out when it connects! OH! An enigmatic smile appears on the face of Sandman as he chooses not to go for the cover, but instead stares down at Terminus as the latter sits at ringside and nods as he ducks to the outside and makes his way to the top rope! As the crowd buzzes in anticipation, Sandman reaches the top rope, and then draws his thumb across his throat before shocking EVERYONE in the crowd- maybe even himself- by flipping himself into a SHOOOTING STAR PRESS ONTO THE PRONE FORM OF KEETON!!!! ~ * THERE IS NO DAMNED WAY THAT HE JUST DID THAT POP!!! * Franks: SANDMAN JUST HIT KEETON WITH A SHOOTING STAR PRESS! I HAVE NOW SEEN EVERYTHING IN THIS SPORT! Quadros: You taught him well, Evan. That's all I've got to say. You taught him really, really well... Terminus: But...I didn't teach him THAT...!!! ~ Sandman takes a moment to collect himself, and clutch ribs that seem to have been injured as a result of hitting that amazing aerial move, but then remembers the task at hand and drops on top of Keeton for the cover as the crowd counts down the final seconds of the match! ~ Crowd: 5......4.....3..... ONE! Crowd: 2....1.... TWO! (Keeton gathers himself to kick out, and Sandman tries to hold on to the cover as best he can...) *DING DING DING! * Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen, the time limit has expired in this contest without a pin fall or submission being recorded. As a result, this match is a DRAW!!!! * HUGE RESPECT POP! * Franks: What a terrific effort from both men! What a great match! Quadros: Yeah...it really was...Although the result still presents us with the question of who the number one contender shall be... Terminus: Not really...Will you excuse me, gentlemen? ~ With that, the Word Heavyweight Champion enters the ring and stares at the two combatants as the pick themselves off the mat and gaze intently at him. ~ Terminus: Jake...Jason...the two of you put on a hell of a show just now, and proved once again that the two of you are among the very best competitors to have ever stepped inside the squared circle.... But...of even more importance, you proved something else tonight.... That you BOTH are worthy of contending for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship that's currently in my possession. *CROWD ROARS ITS APPROVAL! * So...I guess that I'll be seeing both of you inside the ring at Mob Rules II...To discuss the matter of which of us is worthy to hold this title going forward. And something tells me that the three of us are going to have quite a conversation... A conversation that will be remembered for quite some time to come. ~ Terminus then proceeds to hold up the belt in front of Jason and Jake in order to show the two of them what's at stake, and then steps forward and offers his hand to Keeton, who accepts it the handshake after a moment, and then extends his hand to Sandman, who stares blankly at it for a moment before finally clasping it for a moment before letting his hand drop. The PWA champion watches his stable mate then back up and flip out of the ring without saying another word, and responds with a barely perceptible shake of the head before nodding to Keeton as he exits the ring, leaving Jake alone to bask in the fan's adualtion as the shot begins to fade. ~ Franks: What a match, and what an announcement! It's going to be three former members of Gundan RTO battling for the World Heavyweight Championship, as Keeton and Sandman both earned the right to be called number one contender as a result of this hard-fought encounter! Quadros: That they did, and it sure will be interesting to see how this will affect the feelings of friendship and respect that seems to exist between the three men in the weeks to come! Franks: It certainly will. Interesting times ahead, to be sure...but for now, that's all the time we have. We'll see you at Violation 61, folks...until then, good night!

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