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Violation 64
Sunday, May 10th, 2009
Globen Arena in Stockholm, Sweden
REGULAR RULES
Red Dragon vs. Ashton Crowley
Written by: Neil
Arena become pitch black as smoke starts to fill the arena as red spot lights move across the crowd. “I am the thorn” by Cradle Of Filth, starts to play over the PA system as flames erupts up from the stage as Red Dragon walks out from behind the curtain and stops at the top of the ramp. Dragon walks through the flames as the crowd starts to either boo or chant his name. The flames split and move to the sides of the ramp and he starts walking down the ramp. The red spotlights come together on Dragon as they follow him walking down the ramp but stops in the middle of the ramp as he glares around at the crowd before running his thumb across his throat. Dragon starts to head back towards the ring he looks back at the Xtron and flame appears on the screen and an image of a Red Dragon flies through the flames. Red Dragon turns back around and heads toward the ring. When he arrives at the ring, he slides in and goes to the middle of the ring. The image of the Red Dragon appears again in the middle of the ring as he glares around at the crowd and announcers and flips them off. The spotlight goes off and flames come from all four-ring post. By the time, the lights are back on Red Dragon is found leaning against a ring post waiting for his opponent.
Franks: Red Dragon is looking to revive his PWA here with this run, Ray.
Quadros: The former Camp Carnage member hasn’t had an easy time here yet but maybe he can get going this week.
The lights to the arena go out and "If You Could See Into My Soul" by Silverstein begins to play. Sparks shower down from above and shoot out from the entrance ramp as Ashton Crowley walks out amidst them. Crowley walks down the ramp, sneering at the fans jeering him as he walks by. Halfway down the ramp, he stops and shoots his hands in the air to a massive explosion behind him as the pyros all launch flames from them. He continues to the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope and paces, taunting the crowd arrogantly as he does.
Franks: Well you’ve got to love what Ashton Crowley and Tony Field brought to the ring last week, Ray. But this is a singles match. Let’s see how well Crowley fairs in this spot.
Quadros: I’ve seen him before. This shouldn’t be hard.
Referee Steve Upshaw calls for the bell and this match is underway. The two competitors circle around the ring then lock up. Ashton Crowley gets a quick headlock but Dragon pushes him to the ropes. Ashton Crowley comes off and gets taken down with a stiff clothesline, and the fans cheer. Dragon lays in some boots to the midsection of Ashton Crowley then attempts a Boston Crab submission but Ashton Crowley quickly kicks him away.
Both competitors get to their feet and lock-up. Red Dragon wins the test of strength and Irish whips Ashton Crowley. Ashton Crowley comes back and ducks the on coming clothesline attempt. Ashton Crowley goes around the back and hits a snap suplex out of no where! He then quickly rolls Dragon over into a camel clutch submission. Ashton Crowley keeps Dragon grounded as he remains locked onto his back. Referee Steve Upshaw asks if Dragon wants to quit. He doesn't. Ashton Crowley releases the hold and unleashes some elbows to the back of Dragon. Ashton Crowley then drops an elbow and goes for the pin! 1...2...KICK OUT!
Franks: Crowley is looking for some momentum here.
Quadros: I like his style.
Ashton Crowley attempts to pick Dragon up but he's met with a chop to the chest. Another chop! WHOOO! Another! WHOOO! Ashton Crowley gets backed up against the ropes. Dragon whips him off and Ashton Crowley walks right into a dropkick to the face! Dragon with the cover! 1...2...THR...KICK OUT! Dragon gets on top of Ashton Crowley and starts to ram some forearms into his face!
Franks: Red Dragon looks like he's trying to beat Ashton Crowley at his own game!
Quadros: If you impersonate somebody all you’re striving for is second best, Carl.
Ashton Crowley is tough as nails though and takes some of Dragon's best forearms without much trouble. He rolls Dragon off of him and then rolls himself out of the ring to catch his composure. Dragon wants to remain in control though and chases Ashton Crowley to the outside. The two meet toe-to-toe at ring side and start trading punches! Ashton Crowley with a right! Dragon with a left! Ashton Crowley with another right! Dragon with a left! The crowd cheers on the fist fight as the two continue throwing punches! Ashton Crowley is winning with the fists but Dragon cuts him short with a knee to the midsection. Red Dragon then whips Ashton Crowley into the barricade!
Ashton Crowley is leaning against the barricade holding his back in pain as Red Dragon runs at him with a spear! Ashton Crowley moves! Dragon goes head and shoulders first into the barricade! Ashton Crowley takes advantage once again and lays some boots into Dragon on the outside as Referee Steve Upshaw continues to yell for them to re-enter the ring. Ashton Crowley rolls Red Dragon back into the ring. Quick pin! 1...2...THR...KICK OUT! Ashton Crowley picks Dragon up and throws him into a corner. Ashton Crowley runs at him and nearly takes his head off with a running forearm smash!
Franks: Crowley got some power into that one!
Quadros: Damn, I’d stay down after that one.
Ashton Crowley with an Implant DDT as he's gaining momentum. Another cover! 1...2...3! NO! KICK OUT! Ashton Crowley again locks on the camel cluth and again Referee Steve Upshaw asks if Dragon wants to give up. Dragon yells out in pain but there is no give in him yet. After a few moments of holding the submission, Ashton Crowley releases the hold as it is going nowhere. He kicks Dragon in the back of the neck again as he attempts to get to his feet. Ashton Crowley drags Dragon up by the tights but Dragon hits him to get free. But Ashton Crowley remains in control as he knees Dragon in the midsection. He then whips Red Dragon across the ring and collects him with a swinging neck breaker on the fly!
Franks: Ashton Crowley has been attacking the neck of Red Dragon all night long, Ray.
Quadros: He’s setting the man up for the finish here.
Ashton Crowley comes over and attempts to take Dragon out with a vertical suplex but Dragon lands on his feet! Dragon goes behind and hit’s a release suplex! Dragon crawls on top of Ashton Crowley for the pin! 1...2...2.9989463546!!! Dragon was sure he had it there! He applies the elevated Boston Crab this time looking for the submission! Ashton Crowley starts pounding the mat, trying to fight the pain as Red Dragon is feeling more and more confident!
Referee Steve Upshaw asks if Ashton Crowley wants to give up. He shakes his head NO! Dragon leans back even more, causing Ashton Crowley to pound the mat even harder as he tries to fight the pain. The crowd starts to cheer for Red Dragon as he‘s trying to get his first victory in a long time! Crowley keeps fighting and crawling towards the ropes to get free! Red Dragon knows he's losing grip! He pulls back even harder as Ashton Crowley reaches out and grabs a hold of the bottom rope!
Franks: Ashton Crowley lives to fight another day!
Red Dragon releases the hold and kicks away at the sore back of Ashton Crowley. Red Dragon picks up opponent and whips him to the ropes. Ashton Crowley sees the spinebuster coming and kicks Red Dragon in the stomach. THE ETERNAL HANGOVER out of no where!! The crowd boos loudly as Red Dragon hits the mat! Ashton Crowley with a cover! 1...2...THREE!! Referee Steve Upshaw calls for the bell as "If You Could See Into My Soul" kicks back up.
Ferdinand: Here in your winner…ASHTON CROOOOWLEY!!
Franks: The losing streak continues for Red Dragon!
Quadros: Ashton Crowley gets his first of what will be many singles victories in PWA, Carl. Bet on that.
WAS IT TOO SOON?
Written by: Phoenix
-The camera focuses on Miranda Buck and Anthony Phoenix who are both standing in front of the PWA logo. Anthony is wearing his LSI camouflage T-Shirt. Miranda has a microphone in her left hand. She smiles prior to speaking.
Miranda: I’m standing here with Anthony Phoenix who later tonight will be facing “The Machine”, Nighthawk and PWA Light Heavyweight Champion, Natalie Snow in a triple threat match for Natalie’s title.
-She turns towards Anthony and nods.
Miranda: Are your surprised to have gotten a title match so soon after debuting in the PWA…last week to be exact.
-Anthony starts to laugh slightly
Anthony: Well, as we all know I did ask for a special debut match but never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that I would get a title match from the get go. As a student of the game that we call professional wrestling, I know that every new person that steps foot into a new federation has to pay their dues before even being mentioned for a title shot. To get this chance so early, well I’ll just call it a blessing. Ok, now since this is a match of the triple threat variety my chances of walking out the champion has now been sliced to just 33 percent. Slim chances huh? I’m not going to go on record as saying I will win as that would be premature: what I can say is…
-Anthony nods at Miranda as he grabs the microphone. He starts to talk in Spanish.
Anthony: Nighthawk… Natalie, aunque creo que mi tiempo como campeón puede estar ahora sino no saber esto yo dejará cada onza de mi sangre sudada y los rasgones hacia fuera allí en el ring. Este muchacho de Tejas no traerá nada menos de 150 por ciento a ese ring y una vez que éste sea por todas partes usted dos nunca podrán olvidarse del nombre de Anthony Phoenix.
(Nighthawk…Natalie: although I believe that my time as champion may not be right now but know this I will leave every ounce of my blood sweat and tears out there in the ring. This Texas boy will bring nothing less than 150 percent to that ring and once this is all over you two will never be able to forget the name of Anthony Phoenix.)
-He points at his chest.
Anthony: In here beats the heart of a warrior and just like all those warriors in times past from Texas: I will never say die, nor will I ever surrender. Because when it’s all said and done it’s simply HOW I RIDE!!!
HE'S GOING TO GET IT
Written by: Dan
-PWA backstage reporter Miranda Buck is nosing around backstage, looking for her next big story to report on. As she wanders the halls she approaches the dressing room of Criminal Intent. She decides on investigating due to the fact that there was a little conflict between Pierce and Jackboot at the last Violation. She opens the door a creak and hears Pierce whispering on the phone. She stops so he doesn’t notice that she is there.
Pierce: Yeah, he’s going to get it….Yeah, he’s getting exactly what he deserves.
-Miranda turns back to the camera with a shocked look.
Pierce: Yeah, Jackboot is going to get what’s coming to him and he’s not even going to see it coming…. Alright, talk to you later AND make sure that makes it here soon… Alright, bye.
-Miranda quickly shuts the door to remain anonymous. Her jaw drops as she turns to address the violation crowd.
Buck: Last week, Criminal Intent was forced to fight each other, but based on what we’ve just heard, it doesn’t appear that the battle is over yet. I’ll be backstage all night looking for more information on this breaking story.
ATLANTIC TITLE RANKING MATCH
Pierce Cavanaugh vs. Bryce Michaels
Written by: Sam
Bryce Michaels with a C-4 on Pierce Cavanaugh. And no, it didn't take 6 seconds to win.
HERE WE GO
Written by: Okori
As Nighthawk stands in front of a PWA banner in the backstage area the Chicago native looks to his left, as if envisioning the World Light Heavyweight Title over his shoulder. Grabbing his ring jacket and slipping it on the “Wrestling Machine” smiles confidently.
Nighthawk: “Tonight, in my home promotion of the Premiere Wrestling Alliance, I go out to the ring and try to become the World Light Heavyweight Champion for a 3rd time. However, to do it…. I have to beat Natalie Snow and Anthony Phoenix. Not one. BOTH. You see…. Winning this title is something I have done before. But all I have left to do is carve out a reign worthy of this belt’s prestige. To do that I have to beat Natalie Snow and Anthony Phoenix. If this is the last thing I do, if this quest means the end of my career as I know it, then I can feel freedom in that. I will be the champion by the end of the night. I swear it. See you both out there. ”
LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
Nighthawk vs. Anthony Phoenix vs. Natalie Snow ©
Written by: Andrew
Ferdinand: The following contest is a triple threat match that is scheduled for one fall, and is for the PWA World Light Heavyweight Championship!
(As the theme "Immortal" begins, a pyro shower comes down over the entrance area. Phoenix walks out through the pyro with his hood over his head. He turns around and points at the word "Xtreme" on his back. Phoenix then turns back to face the crowd, he flips the hood off as he turns. He then extends his arms out to the side in a slight arrogant pose before he walks down to the ring in a semi determined fashion.)
Ferdinand: Introducing the first challenger, he hails from Los Angeles, by way of Austin TX, and weighs in at 212 lbs, he is Mr. Xtreme, Anthony Phoenix!
(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.)
Ferdinand: And the second challenger, weighing in at 185lbs, he hails from Chicago, IL, and is the former two-time PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion....he is the Wrestling Machine...Nighthawk!
(The opening strains of Santana's "Black Magic Woman" begin to play over the PA system, and the crowd rises to to their feet and bursts into cheers as the arena lights grow dim, and a single snowflake symbol appears on the screen of the PWA-Tron overhead. As soon as the first notes of the main guitar line kick in, a single burst of white pyro shoots up from the ramp, heralding the arrival of Natalie herself. Natalie acknowledges the cheers with a wide grin and impressed nod of the head, and then sashays toward the ring, giving members of the crowd a friendly wave as the shout words of encouragement. Once she reaches the ring, Natalie vaults up so that she's in split-legged position on the top rope, and then backflips off into the ring with a flourish, and smiles once again as she proceeds to crouch in the corner and await the start of the match.)
Ferdinand: And, their opponent, making the second defense of her championship...she hails from Halifax, NS, by way of Brandenburg, KY...weighing 122 lbs...she is the reigning and defending PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion.....Natalie Snow!
(The three competitors stay in their respective corners, keeping their eyes fixed upon one another as Andy Sheppard checks for foreign objects, issues some final pre-match instructions, and then holds the LH belt into the air so that they might know what it is that they're fighting for this evening. Having done so, he then turns to the time-keeper and signals for the start of the match..an action that causes the audience to break out into a loud burst of cheers in anticipation of the upcoming match.)
*Ding! Ding!*
(As soon as the bell rings to start the match, Phoenix strides forward and motions for his two opponents to do their worst. Natalie and Nighthawk both take steps forward to oblige, but then stop and exchange annoyed glances as they try to figure out who will start things off against Phoenix, before Hawk steps backward to his corner and states that the champion can have the honor of initiating the action against the Texas native. Natalie mockingly curtsie's in Hawk's direction to express her "thanks", before turning her attention to Phoenix who had been watching this scene play out before him with some amusement apparent on his face.)
Franks: Well, there doesn't seem to be that much love lost between Nighthawk and Natalie Snow, does there?
Quadros: Nope...but I don't think that matter one bit to Anthony Phoenix, because he knows he's better than both of them!
Franks: He *thanks* that he's better than both of them, but he won't know until the action begins!
Quadros: Well, let's get it started, then, shall we?
(AP arches his eyebrow as at Natalie as he signals his desire to engage in a test of strength and asks if she's certain that she really wants to start things off, which causes Mrs. Snow to break out into an unfriendly smile as she nods and steps forward to comply with his request. The two work their way into a double knuckle lock, and as expected, Anthony gains the advantage and powers his rival's shoulders to the mat for the first pin fall attempt of the matc: 1...2...Natalie bridges to avoid being pinned, and then somersaults backward into a double wristlock, smiling as she watches her foe's eyes go wide with surprise. AP keeps his cool, though, and then drops to his back and whips his leg up into a snap kick that catches Nat right on her extended limb, casuing her to yelp out in agony and clutch her arm with a look of pain written on her face.)
Quadros: Ooh! Natalie felt the effects of that kick, and if she wasn't taking Phoenix seriously before, she certainly has no choice but to do so right now!
(Kipping up to his feet, Phoenix steps forward and grabs Natalie's arm before twisting it into an arm wringer, before converting it into a hammerlock. AP then spins her around and then takes her up and over into a Bridging Northern Lights Suplex while keeping the hold applied as the official drops down to make the cover: 1...2...THR-Kick Out! Keeping the pressure on, Phoenix grabs Natalie's arm that he's been targeting and pulls her to her feet and then twists it into an arm wringer whips her hard into the ropes before catching her on the rebound and taking her over into a Hiptoss...WAIT! Batalie was somehow able to flip forward out of it to her feet! Before Anthony can react, Natalie slides behind him and then lets out a lound war cry as she pulls him down into a Backslide Driver that spikes him head-first into the mat! Phoenix winds up on his knees, with a glassy-eyed expression on his face, and is in no position to defend himself when Natalie follows up with a ferocious Sliding Yakuza Kick that catches him flush in the face and knocks him onto his back! OH! )
Franks: Nice sequence of moves by Natalie to swing the momentum in her favor! She's really developed into a formidable competitor in a short period of time, and Mr. Phoeniex has just found out that her speed and athletic abilty makes her a difficult opponent for anyone on this roster to face!
( Nighthawk decides that this is a good time to make his presence known in the match, and does so by leaping onto the top rope and sailing off into a beautiful Frog Splash Elbowdrop onto the probe form of Phoenix: 1...2...TH-NO! Natalie pulls Nighthawk off by the leg, while telling him that he should really stop trying to interfere in her business! As Phoenix rolls out of the ring in order to take a breather, Natalie then attempts to punctuate this statement with a hard Bitch Slap aimed at the face, only to have Nighthawk catch her wrist and effortlessly twists it into a wristlock. Undaunted, Natalie tries to slap the taste out of his mouth with the other hand, but the Chicago native catches her by this wrist, as well and then takes her over his shoulder and to the mat with a Double Wristlock Ipponzei Takedown! Keeping a hold of the wrists, Nighthawk pulls Nat's arms behind her back and drives the sole of his boot into her spine to complete the application of the Standing Crucifix, causing the champion the emit a blood-curdling squeal of agony!)
*DAMN THAT HAS TO HURT SUBMISSION ATTEMPT POP! *
(Andy Sheppard asks the champion if she wants to submit, but is met with a flat refusal in response. As the females in attendance chant her name in unison, Natalie wills herself back to her feet, and tries to pullself close enough to the ropes to break the hold. But, before this can happen, Nighthawk converts the hold into an Elevated Double Chicken Wing, and holds her up in the air for a couple of moments before bridging back into a Tiger Suplex for another pinfall attempt: 1...2...THRE-Natalie kicks out, but Hawk keeps a hold of the Double Chickenwing and then flips forward into a Bridge to compete the submission hold known as Arms Across America!!! Chants of "Tap" and "Please Don't Tap" circulate throughout the arena, but Natalie's cries and sobs of agony are clearly audible anyway as the Wrestling Machine exerts as much pressure as he can upon this hold. Natalie issues another refusal when the official asks if she wants to submit, but looks to be in a bad situation as the hold is locked in tight near ring-center. But, just as it seems as though she might be ready to submit, Anthony Phoenix flies in from out of nowhere with a splendid Corkscrew Senton that connects flush against Nighthawk's unsuspecting form!)
Quadros: I think I'm starting to like Mr. Phoenix. That was a nice bit of opportunitism that he displayed, and taking advantage of the opening that was left to him allowed him to do quite a bit of damage to both competitors with that last move!
(AP's eyes light up with excitement as he rolls over and applies the cover to the Wrestling Machine: 1......2......THRE-NO! Kick Out! Phoenix then turns his attention to the stricken form of Natalie and applies the lateral press to see if he can pin her: 1.......2.......THRE-NO! Natalie kicks out as well! Undaunted, Phoenix hauls her back up to his feet by the hair and then slides behind her and then takes her over into a Release German Suplex that's so powerful that it sends Natalie flying over the top rope and to the arena floor! OOOOH!!! Turning his atteniotn back to Nighthawk, Phoenix races off the ropes and then nails the rising Wrestling Machine with a thunderous Pendulum Lariat that connects with sickening force and sends the Chicago native crashing down hard onto his back! Phoenix is quick to drop down and apply another cover, making certain to hook the leg: 1.......2.......THREEENOOO! Nighthawk kicks out once again! Phoenix takes a deep breath to retain his composure and then pulls Hawk up by the hair and doubles him over with a stiff kick to the gut to double him over before taking him over into a, well, perfectly executed Fisherman Suplex for yet another pinfall attempt: 1............2............THREEEEENOOOOOOOOO! Nighthawk gets a shoulder up at 2.999999999999!!!!!)
Franks: Phoneinx is throwing everything in his arsenal at Nighthawk, but the Wrestling Machine is showing the heart that made him a two-time Light heavyweight Champion!
Quadros: Well, he's going to have to show something more than that to turn the match in his favor, because right now he's getting his behind handed to him on a silver platter!
(AP shakes his head in disbelief and then glares down at his rival as the latter struggles back to his feet. He then decides to try a different method in order to secure victory as he leaps into the air and captures the Chicago native in a tight Flying Triangle Choke. The eyes of the Wrestling Machine go saucer wide as Phoenix squeezes tightly on the choke hold, but he keeps his composure and searches for a means to escape this predicament. After a few moments, he's able to work himself into position where he can flip forward into a modified Jacknife Rollup for a pinnning attempt: 1...2....AP rolls out of the combination, but this allows Nighthawk to get close enough to the ropes where he can drape his foot over the bottom cable. )
Franks: Nice escape by Nighthawk, but you have to wonder if the damage has already been done as a result of the time that he spent in that chokehold. I think Phoenix is wondering that too, because he looks just about ready to try and end this contest!
(Indeed, Phoenix slides behind his rival and, as he watches a very groggy Hawk pull himself up with the help of the strands, has a look on his face that indicates his desire to end matters once and for all. To that end, Anthony steps forward and applies an Inverted Facelock to his rival and then lifts him up for his Impact Driver variation that he refers to as the P-DDT!!! NO! Nighthawk squirms free of his rival and lands directly behind him before applying an Inverted Facelock of his own and then twisting into the Rolling Cutter that he calls DELIVERANCE! OOH!! Both men remain on the canvas following that last exchange, but after a couple of moments Nighthawk is able to drag himself back to his feet and then lets out a loud war cry that indicates his desire to finish this affair! The Wrestling Machine then turns around to do just that, only to stop dead in shock as he sees Natalie Snow standing before him! Natalie takes advantage of her opponent's lapse in concentration to leap into the air and nail him with a beautiful Dropsault to the face- a move that not only causes the Chicago native to tumble out of the ring and to the floor...but also allows the champion to flip backward into a Moonsault onto the prone form of Phoenix for a cover of her own:
1................2................THREEEEEEEENOOOOOOOO!!! Phoenix kicks out!)
Franks: Natalie Snow has just reminded both of her opponents why she's the champion in the first place, and I think now that the match has swung in her favor, that she'll be eager to press the advantage as much as she can!
(As her eyes go wide with excitement. Natalie springs back to her feet and then doubles him over with a stiff kick to the gut before spiking him into the mat with a nice Snap Legsweep DDT! Rolling backward to her feet, she then races off the ropes and sprints forward into a fantastic Standing 360 Shooting Star Press before applying the cover to her adversary: 1...2...Kick Out! Natalie stares down at her rival with a look of annoyance and disappointment upon her face, but the look of discouragement is replaced by a predatory expression as she watches Anthony pull himself up and stumble directly into the path of her well executed Standing Dropkick that catches him flush in the face and sends him sprawling down against the corner!)
Quadros: Oh oh! Phoenix looks to be in a bad, bad way right about now, and being stuck in the corner with a competitor like Natalie is NOT the place anyone would want to be!
(Phoenix slumps helplessly to the mat and isn't in any position to do anything when the champion steps before and scrapes the soles of her boots against his face a number of times, before racing off the ropes into a Rolling Corner Senton that squashes him against the turnbuckles! Phoenix looks to be just about dead to the world, and certainly isn't able to defend himself when Nat climbs the turnbuckles of the corner and then sails off into a Moonsault Dropkick that catches him flush in the face! OH! Natalie pulls her rival by the legs away from the corner, and then leaps onto the top strand and sails off into a beautiful Split-Legged Sky Twister Press that connects flush against her rival's chest! Natalie then applies another cover, making certain to hook the leg this time: 1..........2.........THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NATALIE WI- NO SHE DOESN'T WIN! THE OFFICIAL SAID ANTHONY KICKED OUT AT 2.99999999999999999!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! )
* INSANELY CLOSE NEAR FALL POP!*
(Slamming the mat in frustration, Snow takes another moment to gather herself and then pulls her rival up by the arm and tries to whip him into the ropes. AP finds the strength needed to reverse this move and send Natalie into the strands, only to have the champion use the momentum to peform a Front Handspring off the ropes before flipping backward into a Tornado DDT that spikes him head-first into the mat! TO HAVE AND HAVE NOT! Natalie lets out a wild battle cry as she kips up to her feet and then scales the turnbuckles with a look on her face that indicates her intention to finish the match using one of her trademark high-risk maneuvers!)
*ANTICIPATION POP!*
(But just as Natalie prepares to leap off the top, Nighthawk reappears and races up the turnbuckles behind her before taking her down with a sick, sick Avalanche Backdrop Driver! The champion lies twitching helplessly on the mat, but this move also took a lot out of the Chicago native and it takes him a couple of moments to regroup before he can crawl over and drop on top of her for the cover: 1.....2.....THRENO! Natalie somehow kicks out at 2.9999999999! Nighthawk takes a couple of deep breaths of air as he struggles to keep his emotions in check, before dragging Natalie back to her feet by the arm and then spikes her down into a Jumping Single-Arm DDT, which is chained directly into a Bridging Fujiwara Armbar! Natalie whimpers in agony, but refuses to quit and after a couple of tense moments, is able to maneuver close enough to the ropes to reach out and grab onto the bottom cable!)
Franks: That was a very close call for Natalie just then!
Quadros: Close only counts in horshoes , hand grenades, and your occasional nights alone with your wife, Carl!
Franks: What does my wife have to do with this match-up, Ray!?
Quadros: Nothing...but it sure is fun to see you get worked up whenver I mention her, so I can't resist.
(Hawk regards Natalie through narrow eyes as he watches her pull herself back up to her feet, and then steps forward to press the advantage. Grabbing her wounded limb, Hawk twists it into and armwringer and then prepares to take her down into another Fujiwara Armbar, with the obvious intention of transitioning it into the Hangman's Clutch! WAIT! Natalie rolls forward onto her back and then reaches up with her legs to scissor Hawk's arms and neck between them, thereby completing the execution of the Straight-Jacket Triangle Choke! Hawk's eyes go wide with a mixture of shock and pain, but he manages to keep his wits about him and deadlifts Natalie into the air and slams her back down to the mat, causing her to release the submission that she had applied! )
Quadros: Wow! Natalie nearly secures her own submission victory. I've gotta say, this has been a pretty damned good match so far, and each of these competitors have had some nice moments during the course of the encounter. Let's see which of them gets the moment that matters.
(Natalie struggles to rise off the mat, while Hawk tries to shake off the effects of the choke, and manages to do so just as the champion staggers to her feet. Grabbing her by the arm, Nighthawk whips her into the ropes, and then steps forward into a Palm Strike that's designed to take her head off! Ducked! Natalie then leaps onto the second rope and sails off the second rope and sails off into a Spring Board Bodypress at her rival, who ducks out of the way....causing her to be caught in mid-air by AP, who then nails the champion with the Swinging Facebuster he calls the FLASH BOMB!)
* FINISHER POP!*
(Turning his attention to the rising Nighthawk, Phoenix then steps forward and attempts to decapitate him with a Superkick! No! Nighthawk blocks and then spins his rival around before doubling him over with a kick to the gut, and then grabbing the arm and rolling him forward into a nasty Triangle Armbar, which is quickly transitioned into the Cravate Crossface that serves as his best known finisher! HANGMAN'S CLUTCH! HAWK HAS IT LOCKED IN! The Wrestling Machine cranks on the arm lock for all that he's worth, while Phoenix tries to fight through the pain and work his way toward the ropes! AP actually makes pretty good progress...at least until Nighthawk rolls him back toward the center of the ring. Realizing he has little choice in the matter, AP raises his hand to tap...)
Franks: NEW CHAMPION!
(But, in that moment, Natalie makes her presence known by leapping off the top rope into the Double Rotation Moonsault that serves as her finisher! SNOW FALL! The move connects flush against the unsuspecting form of Nighthawk, knocking him completely silly, and Natalie rolls him over and applies the cover, bridging backward and hooking both legs: 1..............2.................PHOENIX PULLS NATALIE OFF BY THE LEGS! )
Quadros: What's it going to take to end this match!?
(Keeping a hold of the legs, Phoenix Catapults Natalie over the top rope and appratently out of the ring and then turns to finish off Nighthawk, but fails to realize that Mrs. Snow has grabbed onto the top strand and has used it to flip back into the ring! Having skinned the cat, Natalie then takes advantage of the situation by vaulting to the top rope and leaping off into a Rider Kick that connects flush against the back of AP's head just as he was about to set Nigthawk up for the Shocker Dropper! OH! AP has been LOVE STRUCK! Phoenix collapses onto his face, and Natalie breaks out into a wide smile as she drops down beside her stricken rival and applies the Koji Clutch that she refers to as the SNOW STORM!!! Nat cries out to get some adrenaline as the crowd goes ballistic as they watch the ref check to see if AP can continue! AP's eyes are already glassy , and Andy Sheppard checks the hand to see if there's any fight left....IT FALLS! He checks again....IT FALLS! He checks a final time, just as Nighthawk begins to stir and realize what's going on....and IT FALLS FOR THE FINAL TIME!)
* DING! DING! DING! *
Ferdinand: Here is your winner....by submission...and STILL PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion...NATALIE SNOW!!!
(Natalie releases the hold and smiles as Andy Sheppard hands her the belt before rolling out of the ring and holding it over her head as she backs up the entrance ramp, beaming as she listens to the crowd's cheers and as she watches Nighthawk shake his head in disappointment before nodding with renewed respect in his eyes torward her.)
Franks: Well, Natalie Snow makes her second title defense in impressive fasion, and continues to establish herself as a worthy Light Heavyweight Champion.
Quadros: True...But there are other challengers that are waiting to get their shot at her, and it will be very, very interesting to see how she fares against those individuals!
Franks: That it will. Let's go to a commercial break...We'll be right back.
UP TO NO GOOD
Written by: Dan
-Miranda Buck is again nosing around backstage. She stands in front of an unmarked door, her hand on the handle, ready to enter.
Buck: Here I am, in front of the PWA mail office. Pierce Cavanaugh, who was seemingly plotting the demise of his own tag team partner entered moments ago. We are hoping to catch him in the act.
-She busts through the door and there is Pierce holding an unmarked brown box. A man with a super Mario-style mustache stands next to him with a mischievous look on his face. Pierce sees Miranda enter and hands the box off.
Pierce: Get out of here! You shouldn’t be here!
-Pierce begins to force the cameramen and Miranda out the door. He gets them far enough out and slams the door shut hard in her face.
Buck: It appears he’s clearly up to something. We’ll follow up, later on.
MAGIC HANDS & SURPRISES
Written by: John
*We find ourselves inside Samantha Gaither's office, where Jack--whose body proudly displays the scars from his recent matches--lies face-first on a table wearing only black boxers; a towel effectively covers Jack's waist as we now see Jewel Palacios, clad in a black bikini, giving "The Golden Eagle" a much-needed massage after the wear and tear that he's been through over the past few weeks.*
JACK (rather quietly): I can't believe that Sam would give me this week off.
JEWEL: You needed it anyway. Besides, look at all those scars; you've suffered enough as it is.
JACK: Yeah.
JEWEL: Relax your arms for me.
*Jack does what he's told and relaxes his arms; Jewel goes through both arms in order to relieve the tension.*
JACK: How do you know how to give massages anyway?
JEWEL: I...just got magic hands, that's all.
JACK: Ha! I don't know if I ever said this, but I'm really grateful that you're here.
JEWEL: Awww, that's so sweet! Turn around for me.
*Jack turns around until he is now on his back; meanwhile, Jewel once again covers his waist area with the towel.*
JEWEL: I like your boxers.
JACK: Thanks. I got them from Neiman-Marcus in Dallas back when I worked for GLOBAL; it cost me eighty bucks for several pairs of all-black boxers from some special company.
*Jewel grabs Jack's feet and begins to massage them as well.*
JEWEL: You've worked so hard Jack. I can't understand why you always put your own body in such great peril.
JACK: Wrestling is actually 75% of the mind and 25% of the body; you can have the body to become a great athlete, but you have to have the smarts to compete against the big guys in the industry.
JEWEL: Like Terminus.
JACK: Yeah, like Terminus. I'm pretty sure that son-of-a-bitch still remembers what happened the last time he and I squared off.
JEWEL: Didn't you lose that match?
JACK: Barely. That should be the key word regarding that match. He only won because he somehow managed to roll me up after I locked him in good. I remember it well. By the 6:30 mark he was fading, and by 8:25, he was gone. He was gone, and I thought I had him.
*Jewel gets on top of Jack, and in a rather suggestive manner, she begins massaging the tense areas around the face of "The Golden Eagle," which remains heavily scarred from the stiletto stomping that he received two weeks ago.*
JEWEL: That stupid bitch ruined your face.
JACK: She loves her stilettos.
JEWEL: If you can't beat Natalie, then I will. I think it's time I put my wrestling skills to the test, don't you think?
JACK: Yeah. I think you have a great chance--especially with me to help you out.
*Jewel puts her lips against Jack's.*
JEWEL: You got it.
*Unfortunately, a certain evil PWA Co-Commissioner busts in on the two.*
WREN: Slumming around again, whore?
*Jewel immediately hops off of Jack and confronts Wren.*
JEWEL: You know what Wren? Just shut the fuck up!
WREN: Oh come on now. You know your little friend on that table has a little debt that he owes me.
JEWEL: For what?
WREN: This!
*With one swift punch, Wren Chesney knocks Jewel to the ground; Miss Palacios lies in a peaceful slumber as Boz Wells and his people from Hammerfist Security walk in and tie "The Golden Eagle" down to the table and gag him with duct tape.*
JACK: MMMMM...MMMMMM...
WREN: Oh Jackie-boy, there's no need to struggle.
JACK: MMMMMM...
WREN: I have you just where I want you now. I think I'm not gonna waste any more of your time, but I'm gonna enjoy every second of what I'm about to do to you. Boz, hand me the box.
*Boz hands Wren a large tin box and opens it up. Inside are professional barber's tools: combs, scissors, and an electric razor. Jack's eyes can only light up with terror as he realizes that he might not be able to get out of this tight situation. Meanwhile, an obsessed Wren Chesney turns on the electric razor while slowly creeping towards "The Golden Eagle," but just as Wren is about to do her worst haircut job, Gil Silver and Samantha Gaither bust in there as Boz and his cronies instantly flee.*
SAMANTHA: LET JACK GO YOU FUCKING BITCH!
WREN: Ahhh yes, the lovely Samantha Gaither. How wonderful to see you; I was just about to give your lowlife husband a haircut.
GIL: Wren, this is completely unacceptable! I think that Jack and I--as fellow Texans--would agree that you're nothin' but a dad-gum horse's ass on a stick!
*Wren tries to walk out the door, but Mugs Hammerfist and his guys block the doorway; Mugs walks in and quickly unties Jack. He takes off Jack's gag as "The Golden Eagle" climbs from the table. Samantha and Jack rush over to check on Jewel.*
GIL: Now Wren, I was thinkin' about suspendin' your sorry ass for what you've been doin', but that would just be too gawl-dern complicated. Besides, I'm gettin' sick and tired of havin' to put you and Samantha back into the pasture to work in peace and harmony. So I spoke with Nikki earlier tonight, and here's what's gonna happen: Wren, since you love to abuse your coworkers so much, you will be rasslin' at Mob Rules II, and you will be rasslin' Samantha Gaither in an "I QUIT!" match, and in order to make sure that no one interferes, this match will be held INSIDE A STEEL CAGE! The news has been goin' around about the fact that we're floating around the idea of having a 2nd TV program for PWA, and if and when this wonderful idea goes through the Board, the winner of the "I Quit" match will get the choice of what show she will preside over--AND THAT'S FINAL!
*The crowd cheers this move as the elderly Texas native turns toward Jack.*
GIL: Jack, Nikki, your wife, and I have a surprise for you regarding your status at Mob Rules II, but that will wait until later tonight. In the meantime, we've got some more rasslin' to see!
*The camera cuts to the announcers' table.*
CARL: How 'bout this! Samantha and Wren in an "I QUIT!" match that will be held inside a 15-foot high steel cage!
RAY: It just had to come down to it. Wren and Samantha are gonna get it on!
PREMIERE TOURNAMENT
Kaito vs. Valentine Lionheart
Written by: Neil
Eerie music begins playing over the loud speakers, causing the lights to turn red and go into a strobe effect. An off-key piano chord strikes several times, causing the lights to flash red with every chord. After the notes play, a low ominous growl can be heard throughout the arena. Just then, "Trash" by Silverchair blares over the arena speakers as white lights go into a strobe effect in tune with the music. Fog emits from underneath the ring, almost engulfing it. Amidst the fog, we see Kaito crawl out from underneath the ring and slink his way into it under the bottom rope. He then crawls to the center of the ring as the bass drum hits, making the lights flash from red to white and back with every drum beat. A voice shouts "ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! FOUR!!!" and sends the lights into a red and white strobe frenzy as the music becomes faster and heavier. At the same time, Kaito slowly rises to his feet and assumes a zombie-like stature once upright. Blood drips from his mouth as he looks out at the cheering fans through a blank stare. He hobbles his way over to the turnbuckles and ascends them to the middle turnbuckle. He then hunches over the corner while continuing to stare blankly out at the fans and letting the blood drip from his mouth onto the top turnbuckle and ringpost.
Franks: Killer Kaito has been unleashed for another week, Ray!
Quadros: He made short work of Nighthawk last week, Carl. I expect a tougher match here tonight against…
The lights dim in the arena as the Violation-Tron, A spot light appears in the centre as Darkside walks out on stage accompanied by his theme music, "Salt on Everything" By Sole, he slowly walks down to the ring, his eyes locked forward and his focus on nothing other than the match ahead, Darkside rolls under the ropes and into the ring and looks out towards the Swedish crowd that is strangely cheering him tonight.
Quadros: Darkside! Listen to these people, Carl! They love Darkside! Heavy metal junkies unite!
Franks: This is an unexpected atmosphere indeed, Ray. But I don’t think this is going to phase either men one bit.
Darkside and Kaito both look disturbed as ever but it isn’t the crowd’s reaction. With a Premiere Championship slot on the line, both men want to walk into Mob Rules 2 and earn the right to wear that gold. Referee Sasha Brown, flashing a little extra sex appeal tonight as her referee skirt rides high and her custom top bears enough cleavage to make all of Sweden jealous. She calls for the bell and this match is underway!
DING! DING!
The two possessed men meet in the middle of the ring and lock-up. Height and weight advantage goes to Darkside as he clearly overpowers the smaller Kaito, pushing him back into a corner. Referee Brown asks for a clean break but Darkside is in no mood for any breaks as he shoves his forearm into Kaito’s throat for a choke. Referee Brown counts…1! 2! 3! 4! Darkside steps away and whips Kaito across the ring into another corner. Running with a full head of steam for a collision, Darkside follows his opponent. Kaito regains control of himself and back flips out of the corner, sending Darkside slamming chest first into the turnbuckles!
Kick to the right kidney by Kaito, kick to the left! Darkside turns around in the corner and takes a nasty kick to the midsection that doubles him over! Kaito grabs him by the head only for Darkside to push him off. Darkside explodes out of the corner with a football tackle and follows up with straight up punches to the face of his adversary. The crowd goes wild for Darkside!
Franks: Back to the advantage Darkside goes with illegal punches!
Quadros: Everything is legal in Sweden, Carl. That’s why I love this country.
Referee Brown yells out with another count…1! 2! 3! 4! Darkside gets up and receives an earful from the scantily clad referee. He pays no attention to her as he pulls Kaito up by the hair. He whips the Japanese sensation towards the ropes for a power move only this time Kaito counters with a springboard leg lariat that takes out Darkside! Darkside pops back up again and tries to look un-phased only to eat a follow up series of kicks to the midsection by Kaito! Buzz saw kick to the temple by Kaito drops Darkside like a bad habit!
Franks: Oh! What a kick by Kaito!
Quadros: That’s one of the most solid kicks I’ve ever seen from him.
Kaito doesn’t go for the cover as he runs towards the ropes, bounces off with a barrel roll, only to connect with a banzai knee drop to the face! Cover by Kaito! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT with power by Darkside! Kaito nips up and runs towards the ropes one more time as Darkside is rising. Off the ropes comes Kaito with another leg lariat but NO! Darkside catches him in midair for a backbreaker across the knee! Kaito arcs his spine in pain while Darkside stays kneeling and rubs the side of his head.
Darkside puts the pressure back on his opponent as he sinks his claws around Kaito’s throat for a blatant choke. Once again Referee Brown yells out for a release and counts…1! …2!…3! …4! Darkside releases and slams Kaito’s head against the canvass. Darkside looks down and sinks in that double handed choke once again as Kaito gasps for air! 1!…2!… Darkside pulls Kaito up by the throat for a choke bomb! Oh! Kaito SPITS BLOOD into the face of Darkside!
Franks: There’s that blood spitting again by Kaito!
Quadros: This could be over soon, Carl!
Darkside releases the choke and Kaito falls to the mat! Darkside steps away, holding his face, and trying to get the blood out of his eyes. Kaito takes the moment and catches Darkside from behind with a reverse STO! Kaito rolls to the side and regains his air. Darkside once again tries to act un-phased by the Kaito move only to eat a follow up rolling wheel kick to the face! This time Kaito hooks the leg! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!!
Franks: Darkside kicks out with blood covering his face
Kaito brings Darkside back up to his feet and unleashes a knife-edge chop that draws a reaction from the crowd! WHOOOO! Another! WHOOOO! Another! WHOOOO! Another continues to back Darkside against the ropes! WHOOOOO!! Final BITCH SLAP against the ropes by Kaito brings up old sour memories! The spit flies out of Darkside’s mouth from that shot! Kaito with a follow up whip off the ropes, sending his opponent across the ring. Darkside on the return with a controlled run. Kaito ducks as Darkside hops over him and continues to the next set of ropes. Kaito nips up and bounces off the ropes himself, meeting Darkside in the center of the ring with a spiral clothesline!
Again, Darkside tries to power his way back to his feet to avoid a cover or show any weakness. Kaito was waiting for this and kicks the man in the midsection. He takes Darkside by the head and runs towards the ropes for a springboard DDT! NO! Darkside shucks him off, sending Kaito splat onto the floor below! The heavy metal Swedes pop for Darkside again while he finishes getting the blood out of his eyes.
Franks: This could get ugly real soon, Ray.
Quadros: To the outside we go!
Yep, Darkside steps out of the ring much to the annoyance of Referee Sasha Brown. She starts her count while Darkside starts his beating. 1!… He bounces Kaito’s head off the ring apron to stun him again. 2!… 3!…Palm thrust to the throat of Kaito sends him sprawling! 4!…follow up roaring elbow to the side of Kaito’s head finishes the job, bringing him down! 5!… 6!… Darkside pulls Kaito up into a bear hug, squishing the air out of the man’s lungs! 7!…tossing belly-to-belly suplex by Darkside sends Kaito right into your living room as the Japanese sensation lands right into the cameraman!
Franks: Oh man! Serj Traverse was just taken out!
Quadros: Occupational hazard, Carl.
The roaring death metal Swedes kick up into a “Darkside! Darkside! Darkside!” chant as this one is living up to expectations! 8!… Darkside removes Kaito from the cameraman and rolls Kaito into the ring. He wants to beat the victory out of the man tonight! Back into the ring comes Darkside, dropping a knee to the throat of Kaito. He looks whooped as Darkside hooks the leg! 1!…2!…THRE…NO! KICK OUT says Referee Sasha Brown!
Darkside looks at the referee if only looks could kill. He pulls up Kaito by the hair once again and tosses him with a Sambo suplex! The Swedes continue to get behind Darkside as he looks to go high risk here! Darkside climbs to the top turnbuckle and the crowd goes wild with flash photography. The big man jumps off with an even bigger body splash! NO! Kaito rolls out of the way!
Franks: Oh! High risk and no reward for Darkside!
Quadros: Demitre must be pulling his hair out backstage.
Both men are down as Referee Brown starts the count! 1!… 2!…3! …4!… 5!…6! …Kaito starts to get up…7!…Now Darkside is making his way to his feet! EIG-…And they’re up! Kaito fires in a quick kick to the left knee! Follow up chop! WHOOO! Standing dropkick sends Darkside sprawling back into that corner again! Running handspring enzuigiri by Kaito finishes the job as Darkside wobbles out of the corner! Kaito with a powerful deadlift dragon suplex on the much larger man! The crowd is shocked as he gets the bridge! 1!…2!…2.999913213213!! Oh holy hell the metal heads pop for Darkside’s kick out! Referee Brown holds up 2 fingers!
Franks: Another near fall there!
Kaito is feeling it now as he’s looking to gain some legitimate momentum here. He waits for Darkside to get up and unleashes a series of kicks and chops that keep the bigger man on the defensive. Tanteki kikku point blank kick doubles Darkside over once again! JIENDO! NO! The man is too big as Kaito’s spine gives out! Kaito steps away holding his lower back, giving Darkside some room to breathe. Darkside presses forward with a heart punch that staggers Kaito! Open Your Hearts jackhammer by Darkside as his spine surely did not give out!! The metal heads roar again as Darkside covers! 1!…2!…THREE…NO! Another KICK OUT!
Franks: Back and forth action here! Premiere Title shot on the line!
Quadros: One of these men could break the Premiere Title curse, Carl. I just know it!
Darkside spits some blood from his own mouth after all the kicks he’s eaten tonight. He stomps on Kaito’s face, trying to bust the little man open. Kaito tries to get to his feet but Darkside kicks him square in the ribcage. Kaito rolls to the side and clutches himself while Darkside continues to stalk. He takes one of Kaito’s legs and twists it over the middle rope, making sure to keep any future kicks from happening. Kaito cringes in pain as Darkside continues to hyperextend the knee with the aid of the middle rope! Referee Brown counts! 1! 2! 3! 4! Darkside releases to avoid being disqualified. He pulls Kaito away from the ropes and pulls the little man up. Release over the head belly-to-belly suplex by Darkside sends Kaito crashing spine first into the corner!
Franks: Oh! What a ruthless move by Darkside!
Quadros: The end is coming, Carl.
Darkside extracts Kaito from the turnbuckles and hoists his opponent up onto his shoulders! This could be it! Valentine’s Day Massacre! NO! The V.D.M. fails as Kaito desperately holds onto the top rope! Darkside spun but lost Kaito in the process! He goes to retrieve Kaito from the canvass once again…backflip enzuigure by Kaito blasts Darkside right in the face! The big man hobbles away but turns back around to press onward! Kaito spits blood into Darkside’s face AGAIN! The crowd can’t believe it! Darkside took all of that and is blinded! Here comes Kaito….CHIENDO!! Oh what a power move from the little man as he drives Darkside’s head into the mat! Cover! 1!….2!….THREE!!….Darkside kicks out but it’s too late! Referee Sasha Brown calls for the bell!
DING! DING! DING!
Ferdinand: And here is your winner…KAIIIIITO!
Franks: What a brutal back and forth match we had here, Ray. Kaito picks up the victory and moves on to the Premiere Championship match at Mob Rules 2!
Quadros: Demitre Lionheart is not going to be happy! And neither will Darkside for that matter. I fear for PWA in the weeks to come!
A GOOD CHUCKLE
Written by: Dan
-Darkside hobbles towards the end of the entrance ramp as he hears the last second yells of the crowd. His body tired and beaten from an exhausting match with a Kaito, who seems to have more aggression every time out. He makes it back to the curtain and exits backstage without a glance back. Suddenly, he is attacked from above. Pierce Cavanaugh falls from a scaffold down onto the top of him, knocking him to the ground. Once there he stomps him face repeatedly. He picks him up and hit’s a superkick, sending Darkside flying backwards. He lands amidst a pile of wires and sound equipment. Pierce walks over and addresses him as he attempts to gather himself.
Pierce: Look here. I am, for the most part, all fun and games. I like to have a good chuckle at the expense of others and even at times, myself. But let this be a message to that stupid brother of yours, nobody confuses me with Jack Gaither. And now that we actually have had a confrontation, he can say something about me: “Pierce Cavanaugh kicked the shit out of my brother!”
-Pierce reaches back into a pile of wires and finds a conveniently placed toaster over. He raises it high above him own head. Then, just as Darkside begins to rise out of the pile, he takes a heavy blow to the forehead. He slumps back into the pile, leaving Pierce laughing at his expense.
Pierce: You see, I do like to have a good chuckle.
MAKING HER ANGRY
Written by: Bailey, Rich, & Andrew
Franks: Welcome back folks, our next bout is just about get underway!
Quadros: Whatever! Time to hit those bars and those Swedish chicks! Wonder if Nightmare can hook a brother up…
(The lights dim and the dissonant chords of a piano come over the PA system. The crowd start to cheer with the recognition of the song and the popularity that now surrounds the music’s owner. The lights flash round the arena before spotlighting on the centre of the ramp. The cheers evaporate when we see Cross.)
Franks: He’s got Natalie Snow!
(Sure enough Cross stands at the top of the ramp with a firm grasp on the hiar of what appears to be Natalie Snow. He drags her down the ramp as the song has now kicked into full gear. A close-up shot from the PWA cameraman is greeted by a scowl from Recoba.)
Recoba: Get the *Bleep* out my face!
(The crowd are torn between cheering one of their new heroes and booing someone capable of such a cowardly act. He grabs a microphone outside the ring. His other hand still clenching the hair of the PWA Light-Heavyweight champion.)
Recoba: That’s enough of the music! Cut it!
(The music stops)
Quadros: Looks like someone is throwing his toys out the pram!
(Recoba starts towards the ring steps. He puts a foot on the first one.)
Recoba: It’s the last event before Mob Rules II! A ‘Supercard’…except…no-one knows who is facing who! Sure we got the tag-team, Atlantic and Premiere title matches. Maybe even a World Title match but this …
(Recoba shoots a disdainful look in Natalie’s direction)
Recoba: …this …Puttanesca! She thinks it’ll be enough as champion to play cheerleader to her beloved!
(Recoba spits at the feet of Natalie Snow and starts to ascend the stairs, Natalie is slightly hesitant.)
Recoba: What’s the matter , toots? I’da thought you liked being dragged round!
(Cross is now on the apron. He picks up Natalie and throws her wantonly in the ring. Natalie lands in the ring and we get a look at her face, desperation and loss are etched upon it. Cross enters the ring as Natalie is trying to get to her feet. He puts a foot down on her leg trapping it.)
Recoba: Now, last week you ignored my request, that was me asking nicely, this week I’ll ask you again…ready to put your title on the line, against me…the heir to your throne?
(Natalie is trying to stress something but the words are inaudible due to a lack of a microphone.)
Recoba: Well?…Let’s not keep the crowd waiting…
(Again she protests something that no-one can make out)
Franks: This is cowardly beyond belief…
(Cross shakes his head.)
Recoba: Have it your way then, the hard way…
(Cross slaps her across the face)
Franks: The sonofabi-
Quadros: Look! This is getting better!
(Cross has her set-up for a curb-stomp! HE SLAMS HER! A chorus of boos circulates the arena. He sets her up for another.)
Recoba: Paid attention to that, didn’t you? You’re a disgrace to the belt, to the company and to the sport of professional wrestling! You’re not a fighting champion, I see through you. You might have beaten some respected names to win that belt but ..IT WAS A FLUKE!
(Cross hits another curb-stomp as he raises his voice and the boos are now deafening.)
Franks: Why isn’t anyone out here separating these two?
Quadros: Because this what good Car crash TV is !
(Cross leans down into the face of Natalie)
Recoba: So, Natalie, hows about it? Me and you, for that belt you never take out to play…at Mob…Rules … Two!…
Natalie Snow (Over the PA System): You want me, you spaghetti-spined sewer rat!?
Well, here I am!!!
(Suddenly, up on the stage we see Natalie Snow, the Light Heavyweight Title around her waist. Natalie looks to be beside herself with anger, as she raises the microphone in her and levels a withering stare in the direction of a very shocked Recoba.)
Natalie: I accept your challenge, Recoba. In fact, I see no reason why we shouldn't "play" right now!
(But, just as Natalie takes a couple of steps forward,her husband, the World Champion, Terminus, appears from behind and manages to position himself between Natalie and the ring. After saying a couple of words that appear to calm his wife, he then stares at Cross, who continues to appear completely stunned as he looks up at the ramp.)
Terminus: Yes Cross, she's right here. You can bring your jaw up off the mat now, and deal with the fact that you have just made Natalie very, very angry
Natalie: But not JUST me....
(Terminus and Natalie move away from each other, clearing the ramp as an enraged Captain Howdy, murder plain in his eyes, charges down the ramp to the ring. Cross' eyes go wide, as he suddenly realizes his mistake, and he bolts to the far side of the ring. The Captain slides in, giving chase as Cross goes to the floor and over the barrier. Terminus and Natalie come down and get into the ring, where Natalie rolls her sister to her back and tries to comfort her. Terminus kneels down, and offers his support as well, until the Captain comes back into the ring, staring at them. The man in green is trembling in utter and complete rage, to the point where Terminus takes a step back, and even Natalie moves away. Howdy takes a deep breath, then kneels down beside Nadia, cradling her in his arms, as she wraps hers around his neck. The Captain stands, Nadia in his arms, and looks at Terminus and Natalie, and nods to them, almost looking grateful, as he heads to the ropes. Terminus and Natalie sit on the middle rope, and help him get Nadia out of the ring, and all four of them head to the back.)
PREMIERE TOURNAMENT
Freddy Fandango vs. Va'aiga
Written by: Bailey
Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! The first superstar to enter the ring. From Rotorua, New Zealand, weighing three-hundred and fifty pounds…VA’AIGA!!
The arena lights dim, the entranceway fills with smoke and the spotlights home in on the entrance gate. The loud shouts of Samoan gangsta rappers Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. fill the arena with a familiar battle cry
Boo-Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa (HA!)
Boo-Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa (HA!)
Boo-Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa (HA!)
Boo-Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa. (BOO-YAA!)
And Va'aiga walks out into the entrance gate, decked out in one of his familiar red and black entrance robes. As "All Mighty Boo Yaa" continues, Va'aiga throws the Boo-Yah Combination in time with the music. He walks into the ring and waits for his opponent.
Ferdinand: His opponent, weighing two-hundred and twenty-five pounds, one half of the Twenty First Century Rat Pack…FREDDY….FANDANGOOO!
"Do you wanna" by Franz Ferdinand begins to blast through the P.A and Freddy pops out from behind the curtain.. Freddy gets on his knees and lifts his arms up in the air expecting getting cheers, but get boos instead. He leaps like a ballerina over the ramp onto the walkway. He slings his boa over his shoulder as he shuns the fans around him.
Freddy walks up the steel steps and uses the ropes to spin to the middle of the apron. He gets on his knees and flashes his jazz hands or "spirit fingers" as confetti shoots out of the turnbuckle around him. He hops over the ropes and starts doing spins and twirls in the middle of the ring. He heads to the turnbuckle and points towards himself as the boos continue. Freddy gets back down in the center of the ring and prepares for his match by lounging on the turnbuckle.
Va’aiga comes out of nowhere and doesn’t wait for the bell. He spins Fandango round as the crowd still cheer the Rat Pack member and nails him with an overhand punch that sends him to the floor. Fandango is floored, he gets back up and another overhand punch that sends him to the floor. Freddy gets up and tries to back away but Va’aiga grabs him again and pulls back for a huge right hand but Freddy drops to his back and rolls out the ring.
Franks: Hugely confident start from the Maori!
Quadros: Fandango spent too long looking at the flashbulbs, a place in the final of this tournament is at stake!
Fandango starts to pace round the ring looking for a way into the ring but Va’aiga traps him with each attempt. He breaks into a sprint and hops onto the ring apron and Va’aiga goes to grab him but Fandango shoulder blocks him in the stomach and hit a sunset-flip over the ropes.
One…
KICKOUT…
Franks: Great athletic ability shown by Fandango there! This is going to be a great clash of two very different styles.
Va’aiga gets to his feet and is met by a flying forearm that sends him down, he gets back up to his feet but Fandango nails him with a dropkick to the knees to bring him back down. Fandango charges off the ropes but misses with a running cross-body as Va’aiga rolls out the way and into a run of his own. Fandango gets back up and walks straight into a flying shoulder block from Va’aiga!
Quadros: No give was going to be given by Va’aiga, he knocked Freddy down like a cheap ornament!
Va’aiga capitalises on the prone Fandango who’s body is being peppered with stomps to the legs and back. Fandango tries to recover but a standing head butt keeps him down. Va’aiga picks up Fandango and throws him into the corner. A big punch to the stomach of Fandango winds him and lets Va’aiga in with the corner shoulder thrusts. One shoulder thrust, Va’aiga pulls back, two shoulder thrusts, Fandango looks in agony as the crowd still remain split in their support for the two superstars. A third puts Fandango on his ass in the corner. Va’aiga steps back a few yards.
Franks: This could be the beginning of the end for Fandango! Va’aiga is a whole fifty percent heavier than him and that power will be going directly to the skull of Freddy!
Va’aiga looks for the running knee to the face but Fandango goes through the ropes and onto the apron as Va’aiga’s knee finds nothing but air. Fandango comes off the top with a bulldog to take the big man down. Fandango kips up to his feet to the cheers of the crowd and comes off the ropes with a running tumbleweed onto the stomach of Va’aiga.
Quadros: Stop with the showboating and maim him!
Fandango continues to ground the larger athlete. He sit’s the big man up and winks in the camera before delivering a front dropkick to the face. He puts his foot behind the knee of the Maori and lifts up the leg slamming it down on the canvas. He grabs the prone leg and locks in a leg scissors.
Franks: Fandango looking to immobilise his opponent.
Pulling back with all his strength to try to diminish the physical presence of his opponent he bridges on his neck to hyperextend the joint. Va’aiga is in obvious discomfort but still maintains the power advantage. The Maori slides back, using his higher level of power to drag Fandango to the ropes. Va’aiga grabs the ropes and the referee starts to count but Fandango immediately lets go and gets to his feet.
Franks: It’s one thing to lock a hold in, another to try to force something that doesn’t want to be still to not move! Va’aiga is looking like he already has designs on the belt!
Va’aiga uses the rope to get up and get some time to refine his approach but Fandango runs up to the still bent over heavyweight and hit’s a flying head scissors takedown.
Quadros: The Maori should have seen that one coming!
Franks: Did you?
Quadros: ….
Fandango steps back into the turnbuckle and hails his fans. Va’aiga gets to his feet as the athleticism of his opponent is on full show. HANDSPRING DDT!
One…
Tw…
KICKOUT!
Fandango gets back up and hit’s a standing moonsault to ground Va’aiga. He leaps onto the top rope and flashes an elbow pad showing a ‘SLIM JIM’ endorsement. He leaps off the top…
Franks: Fandango went to the well one too many times there!
The elbow drop finds no-one home and Va’aiga is back on the offensive. He pulls Fandango to his feet almost by his head. OVERHEAD BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX! He gives Fandango no time to find his bearings as he picks him up and whips him off the ropes. FLAPJACK!
One…
Tw…kickout!
Quadros: How can Fandango hope to survive when one or two moves from Va’aiga can swing the match so much?
Franks: I don’t know, Ray, but Fandango better come up with something fast!
Va’aiga stays on the offensive wrenching Freddy up and pushing him away. Left jab (ONE!), left jab (TWO!), left jab (THREE!), Kiss The Fist (oooooooooAAAAAA....), big right hook (BOO-YAH!) The crowd pop for Va’aiga as Fandango is sprawled on the floor. Va’aiga rears back himself and sets himself up.
Franks: Looks like we could see the Dan Carter kick making an appearance! This move nearly caved in Jackboot’s face!
He runs and swings but Fandango has it scouted and sweeps the non-kicking leg to take him down. He grabs the other leg and flips into a bridge.
One..
Franks: Great presence of the ring shown by Fandango but Va’aiga isn’t that easy to take out!
Va’aiga grabs Fandango round the waist and turns him into a power bomb position. He lifts him up but Fandango tries to spin round into a crucifix attempt. Va’aiga catches him. He throws him over his shoulder and falls forward into a slam.
Franks: MAORI SLAM!!
One…
Two…
FANDANGO GETS A FOOT ON THE ROPE!
Quadros: It’s only a matter of time before Va’aiga gets his hand raised!
Va’aiga thought he had him. Fandango uses the ropes to get up but like the time before it doesn’t help. Va’aiga is straight on him with forearm smashes to the face that leave Fandango reeling. Va’aiga charges up to him…RUGBY TACKLE!!!
Quadros: HE SNOTTED HIM!
Fandango is out flat and looking in a bad way. He gets up and walks straight into a flapjack. Fandango instinctively checks his head and sees blood starting to come down his forehead. The referee checks to see if Fandango is okay.
Quadros: Well..he can’t complain, he always wanted to be a colour star!
Va’aiga throws the Boo-Ya sign. Fandango is up to his feet as the referee steps behind him out the way. Va’aiga charges looking for the Lariat, Fandango ducks but Va’aiga indirectly knocks the ref to the floor and dazed. LARIAT ON FANDANGO!!!!
Franks: It’s over!!!
Quadros: LOOK AT THE REF!
Va’aiga drops down for the cover. The crowd join in.
One…
Two…
Three..
Va’aiga looks up to see that the referee hasn’t recovered from the force of a running Maori warrior. He shakes his head and bangs the mat. One…Two…Three! He cannot believe it!
Franks: You got to feel for Va’aiga, he has this match won in everything but the technicalities.
Quadros: Fine judge you’d make…
He shakes the referee and he starts to stir. Again he covers Fandango and the referee finally gets to his feet.
One…
Two…
Thre--…
NO! FANDANGO MANAGES TO GET A FOOT ON THE ROPES!
Franks: Fandango is playing a risky strategy…
Va’aiga rightly feels robbed. He shouts something inaudible in his native tongue at the referee and paces towards Fandango again. LOW BLOW!
Fandango hops on the shoulders of Va’aiga and spins round, RANA by the Reality TV Star! Both men are down. The referee starts a count.
Franks: A move from Fandango out of sheer survival!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
FOUR…
Va’aiga is back on his feet, not feeling as damaged as Fandango. He lifts up Fandango who swings on instinct to the gut of Va’aiga peppering him with wild punches to the abdomen. Va’aiga steps off and Fandango sees his chance and leaps off the knee of Va’aiga and over into a Neckbreaker!
Franks: You get the feeling that Fandango is fighting on emotion and instinct than a conscious plan.
The camera shows the crimson mask of Fandango as he cracks a perfect smile to the fans at home and sits up. Fandango off the ropes. He jumps but Va’aiga goes for an Ocean Cyclone Suplex but Fandango floats over the top and hit’s a dragon suplex roll-up.
One…
Two…
Va’aiga kicks Fandango off. Fandango staggers and stops and catches Va’aiga with a running Swiss Uppercut!
Franks: Fandango may be able to capitalise here!
Fandango reaches into his pocket…
Franks: RYAN SHANE!!
Quadros: Wrong, it’s the puppet, you can tell as the puppet actually has a personality!
He stuffs the puppet with more charisma than the real thing into the mouth of Va’aiga who flails as it enters his mouth. The referee checks to see if Va’aiga wants to give up but the Maori isn’t about give up. He tries to grab Fandango but to no joy. He rakes a boot across the face of Fandango to break the hold. ‘Ryan Shane’ remains on his hand.
Franks: Va’aiga isn’t out this yet!
Fandango and Va’aiga rise but Fandango has the jump on the Maori…BLACK MAGIC WIZARD!!!
He leaps onto the top and wastes no time coming off the top with a Corscrew 630!!!!
One…
Two…
Three..Va’aiga kicks out at the last but the bell rings.
Franks: What a match! Both competitors showed why they got so far but alas it’s Fandango who gets his arm raised!
Quadros: A great showing from Va’aiga he was milliseconds from getting back into the match and maybe getting the win!
Ferdinand: THE WINNER OF THIS CONTEST, THROUGH PINFALL, AND ADVANCING TO THE FINALS ….FREDDY….FANDANGO!!!!
THE BIG BREAK UP?
Written by: Dan
-We enter inside the Criminal Intent dressing room. Pierce is sitting idle in a chair as Jackboot is getting amped for him match. His earphones are in and he’s rocking out to “5 Minutes Alone”, his old entrance song. He looks up at the clock in the corner, featuring him and his partner’s faces holding up the title belts. He smiles and then, realizing the time, he gets up and heads to the door. He tosses the earphones behind him. Just as he gets to the door, Pierce stops him.
Pierce: Jackboot, wait!
-Jackboot doesn’t turn around, but stops short of the door.
Pierce: There’s something that needs to be said. Something I need to give you.
-Pierce clenches his fist and then reaches into his pocket. As Jackboot turns around he throws a big right fist. Miranda Buck barges in as the fist stops only inches from his face.
Buck: Ah-ha
Pierce: What are you doing here?
Buck: Just trying to catch your big break-up.
-Pierce and Jackboot both look confused as they together push her out of the room again.
Pierce: Anyways, like I was showing you.
-Pierce goes back to the hand that stopped just short. He takes off what was on his hand; I new pair of brass knuckles with the word “Criminal” written across the top.
Pierce: I wanted to get you something nice to show you there were no hard feelings over last week. You did what you had to do.
-Jackboot takes the new “knucks” in his hand and tries them on. He smiles, unable to find the words to say.
Pierce: Don’t worry about. Let’s just go kick some ass.
-They pound fists and they both exit the door, which swings open and hits Miranda Buck in the face. They head to the main curtain together where Pierce will accompany Jackboot to the big match.
BRASS KNUCKLES MATCH
Jackboot vs. Jake Keeton
Written by: Neil, Paul, and Andrew
“Death Blooms” kicks up as the crowd begins booing loudly for Jackboot! Hey, this ain’t Germany anymore! The big German stops on the entrance ramp and plays the crowd some more just as Pierce Cavanaugh steps out behind him. The two begin to make their way down to the ring with Jackboot stopping off and standing in front of a camera, showing off his brand new “Criminal” brass knuckles.
Quadros: Criminal Intent is in the house, Carl!
Franks: I’ve seen about enough of them to last me a lifetime, Ray. They’re a bunch of lowdown dirty players if I ever saw some!
Quadros: They’re Criminal, baby!
“Hunt You Down” by Saliva starts to play next as the Swedish crowd is now whipped up into a frenzy! The #1 Contender to the PWA World Heavyweight Championship steps out from the back to a sold-out crowd. Keeton does not look to be in a happy mood here as he points down to the two men in anger over what happened last week.
Franks: We all know what happened last week to set-up this match, Ray. Following the Keeton & Shane vs. M&M tag team match last week, Criminal Intent came out of the crowd and blasted Jake Keeton from behind!
Quadros: He was fair game in this cruel world, Carl. He must of deserved it if Ryan Shane didn’t attempt to help his own tag team partner.
Keeton steps into the ring and looks like he wants to rip Jackboot a brand new you know what. Referee Honest Abe steps in the middle before anything can happen here. Jackboot waves around his all ready brass knuckled right hand, making Keeton question where the hell his are.
Quadros: Looks like Jake Keeton isn’t prepared for this match, Carl.
Franks: Last I heard there were supposed to be brass knuckles hanging from a pole in this one. Jackboot is the one who should put his brass knuckles away. There should only be one pair in the ring!
Apparently there is a misunderstanding in the rules here. Never fear, Honest Abe has a pair of brass knuckles on hand for Jake Keeton. He throws them up into the air for Keeton to catch and that’s when Jackboot plows through Keeton with a spear right off the bat! The brass knuckles fall out of Keeton’s grasp!
Franks: Oh what the hell!
The crowd boos loudly as Jackboot starts pummeling away with that brass knuckle right hand on Jake Keeton! The #1 Contender deflects as many shots as he can but eats some as well! Pierce Cavanaugh is raising his hands in victory all ready!
Quadros: Oh I’m loving this!
Right hand! Right hand! Right, right, right! Jackboot gets up off of Jake Keeton and parades around the ring all pumped up! Keeton shakes off the shots and starts to reach for his brass knuckles….Jackboot kicks him in the ribcage! Pierce Cavanaugh continues to laugh it up hysterically as Jackboot once again starts to beat down Keeton with those knuckles!
Franks: This wasn’t fair from the get go, Ray.
Quadros: Quit being so biased, Carl. Be a Criminal Intent fan now!
Jackboot toys with Jake Keeton now as he gives the man some room to get his brass knuckles off the canvass, only to kick them away. Jackboot slugs Keeton in the face one more time, backing him into a corner. A little trickle of blood starts to run down Keeton’s face from all the shots he’s taken as Jackboot thrusts a shoulder into his midsection. Another shoulder. Another! One more criminal brass knuckle shot to the back of Keeton’s head drops him to the mat.
Now the crowd starts booing even louder as Co-Commissioner Wren Chesney steps out from the back with a microphone in hand. She smiles mischievously as she watches the proceedings.
Franks: I should have known! This was a set-up!
Quadros: What, she can’t watch the destruction of Jake Keeton while the biggest match of his PWA career next week will be in doubt.
Jackboot continues to toy with Jake Keeton, trash talking him and saying he’s the real #1 Contender. He pulls Keeton out of the corner and whips him towards the ropes for a final brass knuckle sandwich! OH! The crowd pops as Jake Keeton explodes off the ropes with a Thesz press and hammers away on Jackboot with rights and lefts of his own!
Franks: Get him Jake!
Wren Chesney and Pierce Cavanaugh can’t believe he just sprung to life like that! Keeton gets up off the mat and pulls Jackboot with him! German suplex! Keeton holds on and pops the hips…another German suplex! One more time he holds on…another German suplex! Release this time as Jackboot lays on the mat not knowing what hit him!
Now Jake Keeton picks up the brass knuckles that eluded him so far and raises them above his head as the crowd pops! He slips the knucks on and stalks Jackboot! Cavanaugh yells look out! Jackboot gets up and turns around…brass knuckle shot to the face by Jake Keeton! “Keeton! Keeton! Keeton!”
Quadros: Damn it! Plans never go right!
Jake Keeton tells Pierce Cavanaugh to get his ass in the ring cause he has some beef with that man too! The Easy Cheese lover has no intentions on doing that as he stays clear away from Keeton. The #1 Contender rolls out of the ring to give Pierce Cavanaugh what’s coming to him! Pierce has other plans as he runs to the other side of the ring. Keeton runs at him with the brass knuckle in hand! Cavanaugh slides into the ring to get away but Keeton slides in as well. Back out of the ring Pierce rolls just in the nick of time as Keeton stalks. OH! Jackboot nails Jake Keeton from behind with a cheap criminal brass knuckles low blow!
Franks: Oh come on!
Quadros: Ha! No more Keeton kids in the future!
Wren Chesney smiles as she steps forward on the microphone, drawing even more boos from the audience.
Wren Chesney: Jake…aw, Jake, what’s the matter? Did you get punched in the brain? That’s what happens when you forget to zip up…boy.
The crowd boos loudly as Jake Keeton clutches himself and stares a hole back at Wren Chesney.
Wren: Did you honestly think you ever had a chance, Jake? This is MY company. I decide who succeeds and who fails. You thought you were going to get a storybook ending for your son didn’t you, Jake? Daddy Keeton goes against the woman in charge and wins with the odds clearly stacked against him. Too bad that will never happen. You aren’t going to make it to Mob Rules for that title match, Jake. It just wasn’t in your future. All right guys, he’s all yours…
Jackboot stomps on Jake Keeton’s head as Pierce Cavanaugh slides into the ring as well! The two Criminal Intent members starts hammering and stomping away at Jake Keeton! The crowd boos loudly as Referee Honest Abe stands by, obviously ordered to let this happen.
Franks: Wren Chesney and Criminal Intent set-up Jake Keeton here! This was never a fair fight!
Quadros: Looks like he’s headed back to the shelf, Carl. Have a nice life, Jake!
Pierce Cavanaugh pulls out a pair of brass knuckles himself. They say “Intent” on them! Criminal Intent brass knuckles! Buy some now! They double whip Keeton to the ropes and catch him with a double brass knuckle punch to the face! Wren Chesney pumps her fist as the crowd starts chanting the impossible! “Ryan Shane! Ryan Shane! Ryan Shane!”
Franks: The Swedes want Ryan Shane!
Quadros: I don’t see him coming, Carl. Not after last week.
Jackboot makes the cover as Pierce Cavanaugh sits on his partner with a smile for the extra leverage. Referee Honest Abe counts while the crowd boos….1!…2!…3! Your winner, Jackboot! BOOO!! “Ryan Shane! Ryan Shane! Ryan Shane!” Still no sign of him as Jackboot pulls up Jake Keeton onto his shoulders. Pierce Cavanaugh goes to the top turnbuckle!
Franks: Oh come on! Not the 25 to Life!
Quadros: Might as well.
NO! The crowd pops! Someone runs out from the back! It’s London McCormack! London McCormack is out here to help Jake Keeton! He pushes Pierce Cavanaugh off the top turnbuckle and the man lands on his face! 25 to Life disrupted! Jackboot drops Keeton to the mat as London McCormack slides into the ring!
Franks: Unbelievable! London McCormack is out here!
Quadros: This isn’t any of your business, London!
McCormack slides into the ring to confront Jackboot! Wild clothesline by Jackboot! London ducks! McCormack chop! WHOOO! Chop! WHOOO! Chop! WHOOO! Jackboot is backed against the ropes! Standing dropkick by London McCormack sends the big man over the ropes! “London! London! London!”
Franks: London McCormack is all pumped here up here!
Here comes Pierce Cavanaugh and catches him with a straight brass knuckle punch to the face in some revenge! McCormack staggers backwards and gets pitched over the ropes by Pierce Cavanaugh! Now Pierce is all fired up! Jake Keeton grabs Pierce from behind and flips him inside out with another suplex! Now Jake Keeton stands alone all fired up!
Franks: Oh no! Here we go!
Quadros: Who else is going to come out here? Geez!
Jason Sandman appears from the back and heads down towards the ring. He slides in as Jackboot and London McCormack brawl on the outside, spilling out into the crowd! Jason Sandman plows over Referee Honest Abe with a Venom Strike, leaving no guilty party in this match to walk away scott free!
Franks: This is the first time we have seen Jason Sandman in the ring in nearly a month, and he is sending a message tonight and at the same time showing respect for his opponent at Mob Rules.
Quadros: And the message is I am getting my ass fired. It’s not his match so Jason Sandman is violating the Boards demands. The monster is about to be destroyed. No match for him.
Franks: Well if he truly is leaving I think he is going to do so with an impact. Sandman has just pulled the padding off all three ropes of the far corner, and I have to believe he is out for blood.
Indeed Jason Sandman is looking to send a message. He pulls up Pierce Cavanaugh to attack him too but Jake Keeton comes over and tries to talk some sense into his friend and opponent at Mob Rules. He tries to convince him that he may still have a chance at being in the main event, but he needs to stop now. A smile forms on Jason’s face as he throws Pierce away and lands a boot to the gut his so called friend Jake Keeton. Jason then takes Jake and sets him up in the powerbomb position.
Franks: Jason Sandman looks intent on ruining his career and……oh my god I don’t even know how to describe what I just saw.
Quadros: I think I can. Jason Sandman had his back to the corner he just pulled the pads off of and looked to be powerbombing Jake Keeton to the mat. That didn’t happen, Instead Jason Sandman tucked Keeton’s head in and drove him backwards into the top rung and Jake’s face hit the other two rungs going down with the same impact.
Franks: Keeton’s face is pouring out blood like someone just turned on the faucet. Jason Sandman may have finally gone too far.
"I Wear My Skin" begins to play over the loudspeaker, and the crowd breaks out into a cheers as the World Champion and his wife race down to the ring with shocked and seriously unimpressed expressions apparent upon their face. Positioning themselves between Jason and the very bloody form of Jake Keeton, Terminus looks Sandman directly in the eye, and addresses him in an urgent tone of voice.
Terminus: Jason, what the hell has gotten into you!? Why would you feel the need to do something like this to a person who has ALWAYS done right by you!? What, exactly, are you trying to prove!?
Jason Sandman just stands there with a smile on his face, but doesn’t say a word. All he does is smile.
Terminus: Jason, don't you have ANYTHING to say to me!? Don't you think that after all we've been through over the years that I'm entitled some sort of explanation!?
TNW: He won’t be saying a word.
Terrence N. Weatherbee comes walking out from the back, microphone in hand.
TNW: However I would be more than happy to speak on his behalf.
An infuriated Natalie stops checking upon the condition of Jake and looks about ready to rush TNW, only to have Terminus intercede before turning his attention to Daz's legal counsel and casting a withering stare in his direction.
Terminus: Ah, Terrance, I should have guessed that you might be involved, somehow. In any event, would you be so kind as to provide some sort of explanation for what just happened?
TNW: Just taking out any variables in your demise. By the looks of things, I don’t believe Jake Keeton will be about to make it to Mob Rules, and that just leaves you and the monster you call your best friend. I just guaranteed your demise.
Terminus: No, Weatherbee, by attempting to use my best friend in such a manner and trying to turn him against me, the only thing you guaranteed is a one-way ticket to a much lower plane of existence!
TNW: That is your opinion, but I believe my colleague may have something to say about that.
Terminus is quickly spun around by Jason Sandman and gets nailed by The Crippling Effect.
TNW: Friendship can only last so long, and then personal interest will always take over. And In my interest to see you dropped on your head repeatedly at Mob Rules you are going to face Jason Sandman in a match that hasn’t been seen in some time in PWA. A Total Nonstop Wrestling favorite. Stairway to X.
Natalie pleads with Jason to cease his assault. Jason just smiles at her as he walks over to the ropes and flips out the ring. Natalie watches Jason walks up the ramp, and as she turns her attention back to her husband she gets to see someone dressed like Terminus grabbing her husband and nailing him with the Requiem Aeternam. Natalie just drops to her knees and drapes herself over her husband trying to protect her from any more damage. TNW smiles as he watches the drama, then he and the other Terminus head towards the back.
Franks: This thing has broken down and I don’t know what to expect next! Will Jake Keeton be in any shape to compete for the World Heavyweight Championship at Mob Rules? Will Jason Sandman even be allowed to compete?
Quadros: Three way Stairway to X match, Carl. I can’t wait.
VAN DYKE‘S NIGHTMARE
Written by: Neil
Nikki Cortez is seen in her office going over some paperwork when there is suddenly a knock at her door. In walks a deliveryman and drops off a decent size box on her desk.
Deliveryman: Sign here, ma’am.
She signs his paperwork to which he rips off a carbon copy for her and leaves without another word said. Mrs. Cortez looks at the box with a peculiar expression etched across her face as the sender is labeled: KING OF SWEDEN. She takes the box with both hands and shakes it carefully. Interesting.
Daz Van Dyke: What have you got there, love?
She looks up to find fellow Board member Daz Van Dyke snooping around in her doorway. Poor Mugs Hammerfist is right behind DVD, unfortunately still protecting his ass from the likes of Captain Howdy and London McCormack. Mrs. Cortez smiles and blows Van Dyke off.
Nikki: Hello, Mugs.
Mugs: Evening, Mrs. Cortez.
DVD: Oh go make yourself useful and get me some coffee, Mugs.
Mugs: I’ll make sure it’s boiling hot for you.
As Hammerfist walks away, Daz snickers at the man’s smart ass response while he continues to intrude. Nikki still doesn’t pay any attention to the man who remains fixated on the one thing in this world he can’t have.
DVD: Are we not on speaking terms, love? You still haven’t repaid me after I saved your sweet ass from being shackled to Jason Sandman until Mob Rules.
Nikki: So you “saved” me, eh?
DVD: Of course. I am a gentleman after all.
Nikki: Yeah right.
Mr. Van Dyke seems to be getting quite annoyed that she is still playing hard to get after all these months. But he knows it’s only a matter of time until she comes to the realization her comatose husband won’t be fulfilling any of her natural needs any time soon.
Mrs. Cortez cuts open the box and removes the contents from the packaging, revealing a new box that reads: “Sweden Originals”.
Nikki: Chocolate?
DVD: Huh? Let me see that!
Perhaps with a fit of jealousy overcoming him, Daz Van Dyke snatches the box of Swedish gourmet chocolates from her hands. He rips open the box to see if that’s what they truly are.
DVD: Well, well, well, Nikki Cortez is indeed double dipping while her stupid Jimmy sleeps the rest of his life away. Do I disgust you that much that you wouldn’t even give me a chance?
Nikki: What?
DVD: We would have been splendid together between the sheets but no! Oh no! You had to give into you sexual urges with another man! Who is it, Cortez? Some Euro trash you met on the tour? Perhaps another flunky wrestler? A PWA wrestler maybe. Hmm, who’s stock is rising lately…ah! You are sleeping with Freddy Fandango aren’t you?! Aren’t you?!!
Nikki: You’re out of your mind, Daz!
DVD: Then who have you charmed to the point that they are sending you expensive Swedish chocolate?! Answer me!
Nikki: The box says the King of Sweden.
DVD: Him? I have more money than him! I’m even more charming!
Nikki: Hold on, there’s a note…
She reaches into the packaging and pulls out a hidden note. She flips it open but before she can even read it, Daz Van Dyke snatches it from her hand and begins reading out loud.
DVD: “Sending warm wishes, happy greetings, and all that jazz. Sorry to hear of The Butcher’s recent hospital stay. Can’t say I didn’t warn him. If you ever need a place to stay in Sweden, look up my castle. You’d be a nice change of pace from all the blondes I see here. Not that I’m complaining… - the King of Sweden, Nightmare”
Daz groans and tosses the chocolates up into the air and let’s them fall where they may.
DVD: Nightmare? You’re sleeping with Nightmare? That bloody bastard! When he breaks your heart, you know where to find me!
With that Daz Van Dyke leaves the room in a pissy mood. Nikki Cortez looks even more confused over the whole situation, if there is one. In walks Mugs Hammerfist with a boiling hot cup of coffee.
Mugs: Where’d he go?
Nikki: I don’t even want to know.
Mugs: Ah well. Oh hey, candy.
The bald stocky security company owner bends over and picks a few pieces of chocolate up off the floor and take a bite of one.
Mugs: Swedish. Nice.
6-MAN TAG MATCH
Jostrodomus, Omar Owens, & Cross Recoba vs. Dade Davis, Chris Michaels, & Captain Howdy
Written by: Neil
"Back in the day....I dedicated my life to becoming a big rock and roll star....."
"Bait & Switch" by Saliva hits the PA and out from the curtain comes The Era, "The Franchise" Dade Davis, followed by "HotShot" Chris Michaels as blue pyro showers down from above. Suddenly, as they stand together on the stage, the music cuts out. They look at eachother confused for a few seconds. Even Captain Howdy, who is already in the ring, looks confused.
Quadros: What the hell is going on?
Franks: I think there is technical difficulties for The Era’s entrance.
Quadros: They need to fix it soon, they can’t come to the ring without music.
Suddenly, music starts up again and pink and blue strobes flash but it isn’t The Era’s theme that is now playing. Instead, it is a classic from the eighties that has recently resurfaced due to online pranking!
Franks: Uh-oh! I think the 21st Century Rat Pack pulled another one on The Era!
Quadros: What does this even prove?
Suddenly, a spotlight flashes on one of the front balcony seats where Freddy Fandango stands in tan trench coat dancing like Rick Astley. Chris Michaels and Dade Davis look pissed as the lyrics kick in!
“Were no strangers to love
You know the rules and so do i
A full commitments what Im
thinking of
You wouldnt get this from any other guy”
The Era walk down the rampway cussing out Fandango who is now lip synching the lyrics as he continues to dance in his trench coat!
Franks: It feels like it is the eighties all over again!
Quadros: That’s interesting because Chris Michaels was forty six back in the eighties!
“I just wanna tell you how Im feeling
Gotta make you understand”
Freddy then pulls out the Ryan Shane Puppet who is dressed like the bartender from the video… bicycle shorts and all! They slide into the ring as the chorus kicks in!
“Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you”
Now in the ring, Dade, Chris and even Howdy are trying to signal to end the entrance music!
Quadros: Why isn’t the production crew stopping the music?
Franks: Because it’s better than anything by Saliva?
Quadros: Maybe!
Instead of stopping, the fans start to sing along to the second verse of the song.
“Weve know each other for so long
Your hearts been aching
But youre too shy to say it
Inside we both know whats been going on
We know the game and were gonna play it”
Most of the arena is singing along to the song as Dade and Chris have compromised by paying no attention and waiting this out. As they go into the chorus, Freddy leads the crowd in waving their arms up in the air!
“And if you ask me how Im feeling
Dont tell me youre too blind to see”
Franks: Sing along! It’s a Rick Roll!
Quadros: I’d prefer not to!
“ Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you”
The song then fades out as Freddy then disappears into the crowd slapping hands. The three men in the ring do not look amused whatsoever!
Franks: What a bizarre start to main event we have tonight, folks. With some Mob Rules 2 implications on the line, this match could jumpstart our next pay-per-view event.
Quadros: You’re looking at the team that is going to win tonight, Carl. And The Era are going to win those Tag Team Titles too. Just you watch!
“Motherfucker of the Year” by Motley Crue begins to play now as the crowd is whipped up into a frenzy! Out steps Jostrodomus, Omar Owens, and Cross Recoba to a loud ovation. The three stop on the ramp way and wave out to the crowd, showing their solidarity for this one night. The Era doesn’t look impressed while Captain Howdy stares down Jostrodomus with cold eyes. The three step into the ring as the scantily clad Referee Sasha Brown looks to maintain order in this one.
Franks: Good luck trying to police this one, Sasha.
Quadros: I’m surprised all these big heads can fit into the ring at once, Carl.
The two teams work out who is going to start this thing. Captain Howdy wants a piece of Jostrodomus and wants to start but The Era push him aside. Chris Michaels steps forward and now Cross Recoba steps forward. Referee Brown calls for the bell to get this one underway! DING! DING!
Recoba and Michaels pace back and forth around the ring, jawing about 21st Century Rat Pack’s continued harassment of the Era over the past month. At last the two lock up in the middle of the ring. The two tussle back and forth until Cross Recoba wins out with a whip to the ropes. Off comes Chris Michaels straight into Recoba’s waiting clothesline. Recoba runs towards the ropes himself and comes off with a running elbow drop. Misses as Michaels rolls out of the way! Back to their feet the two lock up once more where this time Hotshot wins out and chops Recoba hard! WHOOO! Michaels looks for a whip on Recoba but it’s reversed, sending Chris Michaels hard into enemy territory. Here comes Cross Recoba with a running elbow to the face! Michaels attempts to get out of the way but Jostrodomus illegally holds him in place! Oh! Chris Michaels eats the elbow!
Quadros: That cheating bastard Jostrodomus!
Referee Brown gives Joz a warning as he acts like he did nothing wrong. Cross Recoba tags out to Omar Owens. O2 collects Michaels out of the corner with a headlock. He cinches the lock down tight and tries to pull the man’s head off while Freak Nasty 1 cheers on loudly. The veteran Chris Michaels has had enough of this and grabs a hold of O2’s tights for a backdrop! Freeing himself from the headlock, Hotshot makes his way over to his partner and tags in Dade Davis.
In comes Dade Davis while O2 is getting up holding his back. From behind comes Davis with a double knee backdrop to add to Owens’ problems! Davis pulls Owens back up off the canvass and spins him around with a body slam into a backbreaker across a single knee! Dade Davis arrogantly smiles out at the crowd, drawing more jeers his way. He pulls up Owens by the head for another take down but O2 responds with a punch to the gut. Knife-edge chop by Omar Owens! WHOOOO! Another! WHOOOO! Another! WHOOOO! Owens whips Davis towards the ropes! Reversed! Off comes O2 with a high cross body for a cover! 1!…2!…KICK OUT!
Franks: Momentum has shifted in this match-up, Ray.
Quadros: Yeah but it keeps going back and forth.
O2 hammers away with mounted rights and lefts while Freak Nasty 1 impersonates each blow outside of the ring! Right! Left! Right! Left! Before Referee Brown can say anything, Owens steps away and gives Dade Davis some room. Davis starts to get up only to be set-up for a O2 release German suplex! Owens is all pumped up as he tags out to Jostrodomus!
Captain Howdy is drooling at the mouth over getting another shot at Jostrodomus as he calls out for a tag. Easier said than done as Jostrodomus starts stomping away on Davis while the crowd pops. Jostrodomus pulls up Davis and tosses him into a neutral corner before hitting him with a series of punches to the face! Snap suplex out of the corner by Jostrodomus! No cover as Jostrodomus trash talks and continues his stomping barrage. He reaches down to pull Davis up again…thumb to the eye by Dade Davis! Jostrodomus recoils only to get caught right on the button with a standing dropkick!
Franks: Dade Davis is looking for that tag out.
Quadros: Slaughter him Captain Howdy!
Howdy reaches out for a tag. Dade Davis looks him over and tags in Chris Michaels instead! Captain Howdy looks like he’s contemplating destroying his own tag team partners here! In comes Chris Michaels with a European uppercut that staggers Jostrodomus backwards as he’s rising. Whip to the ropes by Michaels sends Jostrodomus off with some extra leverage…drop toe hold by Chris Michaels makes the #1 Stunner eat some canvass! Double foot stomp to the back of Jostrodomus’ head by Chris Michaels!
Franks: One has to wonder if Jostrodomus is healed any after Captain Howdy pinned him under that forklift a few weeks back.
Quadros: Quit making excuses for the guy, Carl.
Jostrodomus holds his nose in pain only for Chris Michaels to grab him by the head. Follow up Hotshot DDT from the knees! Cover by Chris Michaels! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!! Michaels drags Jostrodomus up and shoulder blocks the man right into his corner. Howdy wants a tag in but once again, Dade Davis cuts in line. Clearly frustrated his tag team partners aren’t acting like partners, Captain Howdy jumps off the apron and reaches under the ring. He pulls out a steel chair and looks back into the ring!
Franks: Captain Howdy had pulled out a steel chair here! This match can get ugly real soon!
Quadros: Don’t you dare bash the Era, Captain!
Captain Howdy unfolds the chair and sets it down at ringside, taking a seat to watch like a casual fan now. Looks like the Era disrespected their way into a handicap match. Michaels and Davis slam Jostrodomus out of the corner with a double vertical suplex! That can’t be good for the ribs. Davis pulls up Jostrodomus once again and whips him towards the ropes. Looking for a double team move on the rebound, all the Era gets in return is a double desperation clothesline by Jostrodomus! The crowd pops as both men crumple to the canvass!
Chris Michaels rolls to the outside as he holds his neck in pain. Jostrodomus sucks wind before reaching out and tagging in Cross Recoba. In comes Recoba with the Skim stunner on a rising Dade Davis! Cover! 1!….2!….THREENO!…KICK OUT!! Recoba with a curb stomp onto Dade Davis before looking out at all the Swedish fans and yelling for them to buy 21CRP gear!
Quadros: Such a promotional shill…I love it!
Cross Recoba yanks up Dade Davis by the head and runs him towards the ropes for the Sicilian Typewriter! NO! Davis reverses the springboard momentum into an inverted atomic drop! As Recoba stomps around holding his rear end, Davis collects him with a perfect plex! He wants a tag out and reaches out for Chris Michaels once again!
In come the Hotshot with a springboard forearm that blasts the rising Cross Recoba! He rolls through and lands a follow up forearm into the unsuspecting Jostrodomus, knocking him off the apron! Omar Owens has a few choice words for Mr. Michaels over in the corner. He pays no attention to the White Knight as he scoops slams Cross Recoba in the middle of the ring. Cover by Michaels!…1!…2!…THRE…NO! Omar Owens steps in and makes the save! Now he’s paying attention to O2!
Franks: Looks like Chris Michaels wants a piece of Omar Owens now.
Sure enough Michaels pushes Recoba into his corner and allows Omar Owens to tag into the match. Here we go with a lock-up between O2 and the Hotshot! The two tussle back and forth looking for the advantage. Chris Michaels wins out into a headlock! O2 cinches and attempts a backdrop to get free. Blocked by Michaels! Suplex by Michaels as he uses O2’s momentum against him.
Here comes an illegal Jostrodomus into the ring to retaliate on the Hotshot but he gets cut off by Referee Sasha Brown! She commands him to get back into his corner. The Era take full advantage of this as Dade Davis heads to the top turnbuckle and jumps off with a low blow elbow onto Owens while Michaels was holding him open! FN1 is going ballistic over this and all Chris Michaels can do is tell everybody to be quiet!
Franks: Oh cheap move there by the Era, Ray.
Quadros: You have to capitalize when Referee Sasha Brown is showing her best side, Carl.
The crowd boos Chris Michaels as he shrugs them off. “You’ll like me later!” He picks up Owens and sets him up for the Why Me? Desperation back elbow to the head by Owens! Another! Another! Michaels releases and pushes O2 off towards the ropes. Here comes Owens! He rolls over the back body drop attempt by Michaels! X-factor face plant by Omar Owens! He leaps out and tags out to Jostrodomus!
In comes Joz with a running forearm smash of his own, knocking Dade Davis off the ring apron! Captain Howdy growls as he’s growing impatient. Jostrodomus collects the rising Hotshot with a right, left, right, left, right, right, right, left series of punches! The crowd pops for Jostrodomus as he grabs the staggering Chris Michaels and hits him with a Domus Ending gut wrench power bomb!
Franks: Jostrodomus is all fired up as he’s looking for the #1 Stunner here to end this match!
Quadros: This isn’t fair! It’s a handicap match!
Captain Howdy reaches into the ring and pulls the stunned Chris Michaels closer to his corner. Jostrodomus doesn’t seem to give a damn as he wants a piece of Howdy as well. Captain Howdy reaches over the ropes and tags himself in!
Jostrodomus and Captain Howdy share some unpleasant words in a preview to their Mob Rules 2 match-up. They lock-up in a test of strength! Won out by Captain Howdy as he puts a knee into the wounded ribcage of Jostrodomus! Another knee! And another for good measure. Howdy gets some nasty heel heat from the Swedes as he stalks Joz. He rakes the eyes of Jostrodomus then bashes him across the spine with an ax handle. Jostrodomus recoils from the rib pain, leaving himself wide open to be thrown through the ropes and out of the ring!
Franks: Captain Howdy is putting Jostrodomus right where he wants him, out of the ring.
Quadros: Bust him up, Cap’n!
Referee Sasha Brown starts the count…1!… Howdy steps out of the ring and kicks Jostrodomus while he’s down! 2!… 3!… Howdy pulls up Jostrodomus and rams him back first into the barrier! 4!… Now Captain Howdy is pulling up the padding on the floor! 5!…6!… He pulls up Jostrodomus and drops him onto the concrete floor with an over the head belly-to-belly suplex! Jostrodomus clutches his ribcage in pain!
Franks: Oh man! The ribcage of Jostrodomus is battered and bruised as it is. There’s no telling what condition he’ll be in for Mob Rules 2.
Quadros: If he even makes it to the event, Carl.
Jostrodomus groans in pain on the floor… 8!… NI-! And Captain Howdy shows “mercy” by rolling Jostrodomus back into the ring to avoid a count-out. The Era members stand on the ring apron and laugh hysterically at Jostrodomus’ pain. Omar Owens and Cross Recoba have had about enough of the Era’s hyena laughing so they step into the ring. Referee Sasha Brown cuts off Cross but O2 gets free! He runs across the ring and dives through the ropes with a double spear on both member of the Era! All three men crash to the floor in a heap!
Franks: What a spear by Omar Owens!
Quadros: Stop cheering that man! He’s an illegal cheater as well!
The crowd burst into an “O2! O2! O2!” chant as Freak Nasty 1 comes over to check on his client. Captain Howdy picks up Jostrodomus and drops him on his head with a fisherman’s buster! Cover! 1!…2!…THRE…NO! Cross Recoba makes the save! Referee Brown ushers Recoba back to his corner, allowing Captain Howdy to continue stomping on Jostrodomus’ ribcage.
Howdy pulls Jostrodomus up off the canvass and sets him up for the Widowmaker sheerdrop brain buster! NO! Jostrodomus rolls free and falls back onto his feet! Howdy turns around…NUFF SAID! Nuff Said kick to the face by Jostrodomus!!
Franks: That could be the opening Jostrodomus needs!
Quadros: Look at him, Carl. He’s a beat man. He can’t even stand up straight.
Outside of the ring Dade Davis is starting to get up from the collision with Omar Owens. He grabs a hold of Freak Nasty 1 and uses him to help himself get up. Cross Recoba sees this and runs across the apron, springboards off the ropes and connects with a solid dropkick to the chin of Dade Davis! Freak Nasty 1 is left standing there, unscathed!
Referee Sasha Brown looks out of the ring to see what the hell is going on as there are bodies lying every where! Chris Michaels is down. Dade Davis is down. Omar Owens is down. And Cross Recoba is down. But Jostrodomus is starting to stand in the ring. Captain Howdy is wobbling ever so slowly towards his corner for an assist of the ropes to stand up. Jostrodomus is up and stalking him for the #1 Stunner! Here comes Captain Howdy, walking right into the end here!
Franks: Oh!
Quadros: Oh I bet that hurt!
Captain Howdy CRACKED Jostrodomus in the ribcage with his steel walking cane! He tosses it aside as Referee Brown never saw it! Captain Howdy finishes the job and kicks Jostrodomus in the midsection, flips him over…PLAYTIME’S OVER!! Jostrodomus’ head gets drilled into the mat! Captain Howdy hooks the leg while the crowd boos loudly! 1!…2!…THREE!!
Ferdinand: Here are your winners…CAPTAIN HOOOWDY and THE ERAAAA!
Franks: That’s just cheap there, Ray. Jostrodomus probably shouldn’t have even been out here tonight with his ribs being the way that they are!
Quadros: Excuses, excuses. He fell to the better man. I expect a repeat at Mob Rules 2.
Franks: We’ll see about that, Ray. That’s all we have tonight ladies and gentlemen. Catch our next installment of PWA action on May 20th at Mob Rules 2!
Quadros: Goodnight, gang.
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