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Violation 67: Baltimore Beatdown
Sunday, June 14th, 2009
1st Mariner Arena in Baltimore, Maryland
MISAWA TRIBUTE
Written by: Will
The entrance music to the show fades out as the face of Mitsahuru Misawa fills the screen, accompanied only by the simple text.
MITSAHURU MISAWA
1962.06.18 – 2009.06.13
Slowly we fade to the ring. A small picture of Misawa sits alone in the ring center while the entire PWA roster stands, heads bowed, around the ringside area. Every spotlight in the arena shines down on the picture in brilliant green light, Misawa's traditional colours. The ring bell tolls
*DING*
Heels and faces freely mingle, all differences set aside out of respect for the great Puroresu star.
*DING*
Misawa's compatriot Jiraya Kaito is shown, dressed in a white suit, the traditional mourning colors of Eastern religions.
*DING*
Even the ever exuberant Freddy Fandango looks stoically on.
*DING*
Va'aiga. A man heavily influenced by the style that Misawa helped develop stands solemnly, showing nothing but utter respect for the great man.
*DING*
Even the often death obsessed Valentine Lionheart seems quiet and reflective in the face of the loss of an industry standout.
*DING*
Terminus, the former World Champion looks on, his emotions showing even behind the mask.
*DING*
Omar Owens and Freak Nasty 1's usual happy outlook has faded away as they pay their own respect.
*DING*
The tag team champions M&M look on, showing their solidarity with the rest of the roster on the issue of Misawa's death.
*DING*
Nighthawk's famous intensity seems somehow broken as he stares at the picture in the ring.
*DING*
And on the tolling of the final bell, the wrestlers as one fill the ring with a hail of green and white streamers. The crowd applauds the tribute to one of professional wrestling's true greats and bursts out in a spontaneous “MI-SA-WA!” chant as the wrestlers join in the round of applause.
A LINE FORMS
Written by: Jake and Neil
As Violation opens up Freddy Ferdinand stands in the ring.
Freddy Ferdinand: “Ladies and Gentlemen… at this time…. Please welcome the brand-new PWA World Heavyweight Champion and “The Master of 1000 Holds”…. “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk!”
(As Freddy Ferdinand 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 opening strains of "The Harder They Come” by Madness 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, a wide smile on his face as he holds the PWA World Heavyweight Championship over his head before putting it back over his shoulder. Walking down the ramp, shaking hands and offering hugs throughout the front row of the arena, the Chicago native walks up the steps to the ring and climbs in, climbing up on the top turnbuckle and facing out towards the crowd. Clad in a black leather jacket with 3 X's on the back signifying his straight-edge lifestyle and underneath that flags of the United States, Mexico, Japan, and the United Kingdom, black leather pants, and black work boots, the “Wrestling Machine” takes the microphone from Freddy Ferdinand.)
Nighthawk: “Before I say anything else let me say thank you to the man who preceded me and to the man who I hope heals up as quickly as he possibly can. Terminus…. Thank you for being the best champion I have ever seen. Thank you again.
Now then to the business at hand. I have this and because I happen to have this I know that it is only a matter of time before a whole bunch of people walk around and start talking about how they want shots. Let me tell them, and all of you fans for that matter, in on a little secret: I am more than fine with that. As long as I have this championship, and to be quite honest I don’t know how long that will be, I will fight everyone who wants a piece of this title. Thank you very much.”
(Suddenly the brand new World Champions words are cut short as the big screen flickers to life and the words “Remember Me?” appear on the screen. Shinedown's “I Own You” blasts from the PA and video clips of the 4 matches between Nighthawk and Jake Keeton begin playing in unison with the song, each time the line “Now I Own You” is sung the clip shows Keeton dropping The Wrestling Machine on his head and pinning him to win the PWA World Lightheavyweight Title. As the song and video continues to play Jake Keeton dressed in jeans and a plain white button up dress shirt walks to the ring. He climbs in and smiles and nods in the direction of the champion. Keeton retrieves a microphone from his back pocket and when the song ends he begins to speak.)
Jake Keeton: A night this special deserved a special song. Congratulations Nighthawk. You already know I own you Hawk, so it'll be back to “Hunt You Down” next week. The ultimate underdog did the unthinkable, you are holding the most coveted title in this sport. A title that signifies that you are what you've claimed to be all these years and that is the best in the World. The thing is though, deep down you know you're not. You know I'm better than you, and you know 80% of the guys sitting in the back with a smile on their faces right now know they're better than you. At Conflict, you're going to lose to a guy who's at the end of a mediocre career where he never made it past the mid-card, he's got a bum knee and hasn't been in the ring in six months but he's still going to beat you. You're a sitting duck, and that piece of paper Nikki Cortez signed a few days ago sealed your fate and made sure that your fluke title reign never makes it past the first defense.
(Suddenly “Down” by Stone Temple Pilots hits the PA.)
*guitar riff*
Pleased to meet you
Nice to know me
What’s the message?
Will ya show me?
I’ve been waiting
A long time, now
Now here’s the answer
You’re all mine now
( As the chorus kicks in the “HotShot” Chris Michaels walks through the curtain. He walks down the ramp with a big smile on his face while the crowd starts to give him some hell. Jake Keeton and Nighthawk don’t seem to be too surprised the Hotshot is out here. He slides into the ring and takes a microphone from Freddy Ferdinand. )
Chris Michaels: Good to see you back, Jake, but I have a little bone to pick myself with this fraud. You can’t defend that title belt without giving a true champion such as myself a shot. I did what I said I would. I made Terminus tap-out. I made him quit and proved to the world that the Era knows what we’re talking about. Terminus wasn’t a legend, he wasn’t anything special and for you to think you’re going to pick up his mantle, ‘Hawk, I’ll expose you just like I did him. So come on, ‘Hawk. Gimme a shot. You know you wanna.
Then “Oh” by Ciara kicks up and the crowd pops loudly! Out walks PWA’s “white knight” Omar Owens and Freak Nasty 1. The two head on down to the ring with a chip on their shoulder as well. O2 steps in the ring with Freak and asks for a microphone.
Omar Owens: Couldn’t help but overhear everybody staking their claim to a belt like it’s up for grabs. First of all, congrats on the title win Nighthawk but don’t celebrate too long because it seems the line is forming to get a crack at you. But let me be clear, I deserve a shot before any of you guys. After all, I was the one that pinned Terminus cleanly a few weeks back. Whether it was really him or not under the mask, doesn’t matter. I had my shot coming against him at High Stakes until he decided to bite off more than he can chew at Conflict. But me, I’m ready for my shot whenever and wherever. So what do you say, Nighthawk?
Before the PWA World Heavyweight Champion can respond, “Head Like a Hole” by Nine Inch Nails begins to play and the crowd is whipped up into a booing frenzy. Out steps Co-Commissioner Wren Chesney and her subordinate husband VCR. She stops on the ramp way and scowls towards the ring.
Wren: Nice heartwarming speeches given there. Too bad I don’t give a shit. I’m partial to just stripping you of that title Nighthawk since you don’t deserve it. But then we have Jake Keeton here who goes around my back and gets some bitch to lock him into a title shot without my approval. Real smooth, Jake.
As for you Chris Michaels, you’re my true Champion simply because you left Terminus screaming and crippled. That’ll be the last I ever hear from him again. And as for you Omar Owens, well you aren’t Championship material, isn’t that right, Victor?
VCR: Yes ma’am!
Wren: And do you know why, Victor?
VCR: Um, cause he’s black?
Wren: No you idiot! It’s cool to be black these days! Mr. Owens isn’t worth spit because he turned down my offer to assist me! But to Hell with you all! I don’t want Jake as Champ and I certainly don’t want Nighthawk! So the best thing for me to do is play the odds.
At High Stakes, the four of you will square off for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship in an elimination match. Winner take all! I don’t need to consult the Board or Gaither on this one. This is the match and that’s the way it’s going to be! Now get out of my ring, I have a show to get going!
“Head Like a Hole” kicks back up as the Co-Commissioner and VCR disappear backstage. Jake Keeton, Chris Michaels, and Omar Owens all signal towards Nighthawk that the strap he’s holding will be around their waist very soon. Nighthawk seems to have no qualms about this as he accepts any and all challenges for the right to be PWA World Heavyweight Champion.
Franks: What a way to kick off Violation 67! Nighthawk claimed the PWA World Heavyweight Championship at Conflict last week and now three contenders have put their name down for a spot at High Stakes!
Quadros: Nighthawk is so not walking out of High Stakes with that title belt. Short lived title reign! Wren Chesney will have her way!
NEXT ON THE LIST
Written by: Dan
-Backstage, in the Criminal Intent locker room, Pierce stands with his clipboard. Jackboot is at his side looking at it himself. Pierce points and nods.
Pierce: So, we can cross Phoenix off the list.
Jackboot: Yes, he definitely did not sleep with Wren.
-Pierce points to a different spot on the clipboard.
Pierce: So I think we should check out this guy today. He’s the next on the Bum Rush list.
-The camera begins to zoom in to get a glimpse. Pierce turns and sees the camera man trying to catch a peek.
Pierce: Hey man. Back off this list is private.
-Pierce shoves the camera over and the feed is lost.
NON-TITLE
Darkside vs. Freddy Fandango
Written by: Neil
PREVIEW: This match was booked last week at Violation 66 but a brawl backstage between these two left security no choice but to throw Darkside and Demitre Lionheart out of the building, thus ruining this match before it could even get started. Fair or foul, the match has been re-booked. Freddy Fandango laid down the challenge to Darkside, if he can pin the Premiere Champion, he gets a shot at High Stakes 2. But what of the other contenders? Surely Kaito, Va'aiga, or even Bryce Michaels would like to be recognized for what they've done the past month too. Expect the unexpected in this main event match.
The lights dim in the arena as the Violation-Tron, A spot light appears in the centre as Valentine Lionheart walks out on stage accompanied by his theme music, "Ultra" By KMFD, he slowly walks down to the ring, his eyes locked forward and his focus on nothing other than the match ahead, Valentine rolls under the ropes and into the ring before standing dead centre, awaiting his opponent.
The lights go out and when they go back on, suddenly a curtain appears onstage. The red curtain pulls back to each side revealing a white screen. Once the curtains are to each side, an old fashioned movie countdown begins to be projected on to it. The countdown starts from five. Once it gets to zero, the beginning riffs of "Do You Wanna" by Franz Ferdinand begins to play. As the song begins, Freddie's silhouette holding up the Premiere title can be scene as shots of his many wins can be seen being projected over him. When the song picks up fireworks shoot off from the top of the screen and it collapses revealing Freddy Fandango holding up his title! He swings it over his shoulders and gives jazz hands to the crowd. He then nods approvingly and prances and leaps his way to the ring. He gets to the apron and jumps up on it and turns around a couple of times before leaping over the ropes and into the ring. He holds his title up with both hands as glitter shoots out from all four turnbuckles. He goes to one of the turnbuckles and holds up his title once more.
Franks: Freddy Fandango laid down the gauntlet last week and said if Darkside could beat him, he’ll get a Premiere Title shot. Darkside then proceeded to attack Fandango backstage, prompting him and Demitre Lionheart to be thrown out of the building.
Quadros: Well he did say if Darkside could beat him right? Darkside kicked his ass! Why isn’t the Premiere Title on the line tonight?
Franks: I think he meant pin him to the mat, Ray. Not try to knock his lights out backstage.
Referee Andy Sheppard calls for the bell and we are underway. Champion and challenger circle around the ring for a moment, sharing un-pleasantries from last week’s encounter. The two lock up for a moment until Darkside over powers the Premiere Champion and clubs him across the neck. Kick to the side of the head by Darkside sends Fandango scrambling. Darkside grabs the stunned Fandango by the arm and pulls him in tight for a belly-to-belly suplex! No cover! Instead Darkside lays in some stomps to wear the Champion down further. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp!
Quadros: Demitre Lionheart must be loving this so far.
Darkside pulls up Fandango and whips him towards the ropes. The Premiere Champion stuns Darkside and the crowd as he returns with a springboard back elbow! Fandango replies with a series of forearms to Darkside’s face, making this look like brawl #2 between these guys! He backs Darkside into a corner and unleashes a knife-edge chop that echoes throughout the arena! WHOOOO!
Fandango shakes off his hand and whips Darkside across the ring. Reversed by Darkside! Fandango lands in the corner but jumps up in the air with the help from the turnbuckles. No! Darkside catches him in midair on his shoulder! Looking for a power slam and NO! The Premiere Champion fights back and executes a DDT off his opponent’s shoulder! Fandango with a cover! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT!
Franks: Excellent move there by the Premiere Champion.
Quadros: Think we’ll see the Ryan Shane puppet tonight?
Franks: I don’t know.
Freddy Fandango pulls Darkside up off the mat and hits him with a German suplex. Follow up elbow drop by the Champion. Another elbow drop! Another! He salutes the crowd for a cheer and drops one more elbow drop to the face! He hooks the leg…1...2...THR…KICK OUT! The Premiere Champion looks for a faster count as he pulls up Darkside. Darkside with a kidney punch and then a head butt to the face! Follow up punch staggers the Premiere Champion! Darkside with an Irish whip and off comes Fandango right into a loud tilt-a-whirl power slam! This time Darkside makes the cover! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!
Franks: Big reversal there by Darkside.
Quadros: This is what you expect from a former world heavyweight champion, Carl.
Darkside with a follow up Dragon Suplex that sends Freddy Fandango across the ring. Darkside gains some cheers as he steps onto the second turnbuckle and jumps off with a pinpoint double knee to the face of Fandango! Fujiwara Crossface applied by Darkside as he continues to target the Hollywood facial features of the Premiere Champion! Referee Sheppard asks Fandango if he wants to give up? That’s a NO! Darkside sits back and yanks the submission more into place. But still, Freddy Fandango will not tap! He positions his body a little better and grabs the bottom rope with his foot! Referee Sheppard starts counting…1! 2! 3! 4! Darkside has to let go.
Darkside gives his opponent little room to breathe as he stomps away on the face. He pulls up Fandango for a whip. Reversed by Fandango! Darkside runs right into an R-15 kick to his face! The Premiere Champion shakes off all the abuse he’s taken and powers Darkside up into a vertical suplex! He doesn’t let go as he pulls Darkside up again for another vertical suplex! One more time Fandango holds on for another vertical suplex!
Franks: Freddy Fandango is all fired up!
Quadros: Gimme Ryan Shane puppet!
Freddy Fandango is going to the top rope! He hops up top and jumps off with a heart stopping elbow drop to the chest of Darkside! Connects! He makes a cover! 1!…2!…THRE…NO! KICK OUT! Fandango pops up and brings Darkside with him. Spinning backfist staggers Darkside against the ropes! Standing dropsault sends the big man flailing over the top rope and down to the floor below!
Franks: Ouch!
Just as Darkside starts to get himself back up, Freddy Fandango runs and leaps through the ropes with a shoulder block that takes him out! The crowd pops for Freddy Fandango! He gets up and takes a bow and might even make a speech if he had the time! But no, Darkside starts to get up slowly so Fandango goes back on the attack. He bounces Darkside’s head off the ring apron. Now he bounces Darkside’s head off the barrier! And finally he bounces Darkside’s head off the steel steps!
Quadros: Freddy Fandango has a mean streak, Carl. Who knew?
He rolls the wobbling Darkside back into the ring and comes in himself with a corkscrew springboard leg drop! Cover! 1!…2!…2.999932134!! Darkside KICKS OUT! The Premiere Champion has had about enough of the challenger tonight. He pulls up Darkside for a Falcon Arrow! NO! Darkside uses his weight to block the power move! He punches Fandango in the stomach and plows over him with a good old fashioned clothesline!
Freddy Fandango pops up but his legs aren’t all there. Follow up punch to the heart by Darkside! And a pump handle slam to complete the Open Your Hearts! Feeling that now is the time to strike, Darkside pulls up Freddy Fandango for a V.D.M.! Valentine’s Day Massacre botched as Fandango wiggles himself free and back onto his feet! Darkside turns around and eats a cutthroat neck breaker! The Premiere Champion staggers to his feet and hops to the top turnbuckle. Without taking a moment to play the crowd, Freddy Fandango leaps off with a Jumping the Shark corkscrew 630 splash! Cover! 1!…2!…3!
Ferdinand: And the winner of this match…the Premiere Champion…FREDDY FANNNDANNNNGO!
Franks: Big win for Freddy Fandango. Looks like Darkside won’t be wrestling for the Premiere Championship at High Stakes after all.
Quadros: I guess not. Demitre Lionheart won’t be pleased.
Franks: Is he ever?
Quadros: No. And neither am I. Where’s the Ryan Shane puppet?
KING OF THE ROAD
Written by: Will
The applause for Freddy Fandango's victory is suddenly interrupted by a familiar refrain sounding out round the arena.
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!)
...as Va'aiga walks out, microphone in hand and stares at the triumphant Hollywood Icon in the ring. Dressed in his street clothes, Va'aiga stands in the entrance gate and offers a small round of applause for Fandango as he looks down the ramp at the massive figure of The Maori.
Franks: It seems that Va'aiga is here with something to say.
Va'aiga: Freddy Fandango. I heard you complaining that there is no competition for your title. I heard you moan that Valentine Lionheart or Darkside or whatever he's calling himself this week isn't fit to share your place on the bill. That Kaito doesn't have the star quality you have. But there's one man you needed to mention. One man you forgot about. One man who were it not for a referee failing to do his job correctly would have pinned you clean with THE LARIAT. And that man would be me.
Franks: Va'aiga has a point there. He did have Fandango pinned.
Quadros: If the referee had counted it. But he didn't. And That's what registers in the win/loss column, Franks.
Va'aiga: Now we all know about the sad events that have shook the wrestling world this week. But I am not here to mourn. I am here to celebrate. To pay tribute. And there is only one way to venerate one of the greatest stars of the King's Road style. To walk back down that road myself. So Freddy Fandango? You are one of the finest sports entertainers on this roster. But this challenge isn't about sports entertainment. This is about proving yourself as a wrestler. Following in the path of warriors like Giant Baba. Jumbo Tsuruta. Guys like Mitsahuru Misawa.
Va'aiga bows his head out of respect out of the fallen stars of the Japanese wrestling industry. A small chant of “MI-SA-WA” breaks out around the arena, also in respect for the late AJPW Triple Crown and NOAH GHC Heavyweight champion.
Va'aiga: So Freddy. My challenge is simple. Three times before I have challenged people to walk the King's Road. Three times before I have channelled the spirit of Oudou directly. So in tribute to those great men who are walking their own path...elsewhere, Freddy Fandango I challenge YOU to PWA's debut King's Road Challenge. Bring your second. Bring your best game. Bring that gold belt. And when the introductions are over and all those streamers have been cleared away... LET'S TEAR THE ROOF OFF THIS MOTHERFUCKER!
Raising his arm high and throwing the Shaka Sign for the crowd, Va'aiga freezes in position before offering a relatively restrained (for him anyway). Freddy Fandango nods his head back in the ring. He's going to take on all comers! It doesn't matter who it is!
Va'aiga: Boo-yah!
Franks: Oh man! Violation has just started and we have ourselves a Premiere Title match set-up at High Stakes between Freddy Fandango and Va'aiga! King's Road Challenge match!
Quadros: This isn't fair! A challenger can't dictate the match!
LAST CHANCE
Written by: Neil
The fat and obnoxious independent wrestling reporter by the name of Cairo Conspiracy is seen walking backstage in his not-so-neat black suit. The man tries to look professional but hey, some people were meant to look like shady characters.
And a ‘shady character’ is all Nikki Cortez can think of when she sees him walking her way. With a bottle of water in her hand and preparing to take in tonight’s program, Mrs. Cortez turns and attempt to walk the other way once she spots the grungy columnist. Conspiracy notices her showing off her best side as she walks away, so he calls out down the hallway, waddling to keep up with her.
Cairo Conspiracy: Mrs. Cortez! Wait up a moment if you could?
She stops in her tracks and sighs. Oh how she is starting to detest some of these people her unfortunate husband had to deal with every week.
Nikki Cortez: Yes?
Cairo: I’m glad I caught up with you, Mrs. Cortez.
Nikki: How is your article going?
Cairo: Excellent. Award winning material I must say. Of course, I was hoping you could add some more insight into my material. Especially in the parts where my informant continues to make claims your husband rigged matches while as PWA Commissioner.
Mrs. Cortez squirms some more and looks uneasy about these claims. She looks around as nearby PWA workers go about their business but could be listening in.
Nikki: Let’s talk about this in my office.
Cairo: Great! Finally we can get down to the heart of the matter.
Nikki: Yes.
The two walk side-by-side down the hallway for a moment until she suddenly pushes the heavy man through a door. The two end up meeting in the woman’s lavatory, sending Cairo Conspiracy into a bit of a shock. Mrs. Cortez closes and locks the door behind them.
Cairo: This is your office this week? What a down grade from where you were last time we met!
Nikki: Tell me what you know.
Cairo: You’re confused, Mrs. Cortez. You are supposed to tell me what you know.
Nikki: I don’t know anything about these allegations you and some street snitch like to blab about! None of it’s true!
Cairo: That’s not what I’m finding. I have many personal accounts and evidence to back up these claims.
Nikki: Who else is spreading these lies?
Cairo: I’m not going to give up my sources, Mrs. Cortez. But you do have a chance to be in my article and perhaps explain some of your husband’s misgivings?
Nikki: He wouldn’t do that! Match fixing is completely against everything he’s built this company around! What would he have to gain?
Cairo: He would have plenty to gain. Self-satisfaction first of all. And if you’re so sure he wouldn’t do that, perhaps you could explain the years early in his career where he admits he himself threw matches to gain favor within the industry?
No reply from Mrs. Cortez as she carefully thinks over his words. Cairo Conspiracy smiles through his greasy lips as he knows there is a hint of doubt behind her eyes.
Cairo: Ah, see? There is a chance it is true, isn’t it? Well if there is a chance then it is worth exploring, right? You of all people should understand this concept with your photo journalist background and all. Don’t think for a minute I didn’t do my homework, Mrs. Cortez. I’ve sparred with far more experienced and pissed off opponents than you. And pushing me into a woman’s bathroom for a meeting, as interesting as an experience this has been, doesn’t threaten me one bit. This is the big league and I don’t fall for little girly games. Whether you want to talk to me or not, the article will go out next week. I’m sure it will be pretty damaging news to this company on the eve of High Stakes, don’t you think?
Nikki: I hope you aren’t threatening me because I don’t respond to threats very well. Not anymore.
Cairo: Not a threat, Mrs. Cortez. A guarantee. I have a deadline to keep. And as for you? Time is running out for you to respond.
Nikki: I have nothing else to say.
Cairo: I’m sure you’ll have plenty to say after my work is published. Enjoy the rest of your night. I know I will.
The heavy set man chuckles beyond his ball cap and unlocks the door. He looks back at the petite Board member and notices her vacant face. The situation has gotten to her. He leaves the bathroom and disappears down the hallway. Mrs. Cortez collects herself and walks out the door. No matter what goes on tonight, this article will continue to plague her mind.
As Mrs. Cortez leaves the restroom, a loud flushing noise can be heard coming from one of the stalls. The door swings open and out steps Co-Commissioner Wren Chesney. With a mischievous smile painting her face as if she’s fallen upon a small fortune, Wren leaves the bathroom without even bothering to wash her hands. She has to find this Conspiracy guy and learn what he knows before it’s too late.
A FIGHT IS WHAT YOU'LL GET
Written by: Neil
“Raining Blood” by Slayer kicks up and the crowd blows up into a massive cheer. Out walks road agent, Hall of Famer, and former TNW World Heavyweight Champion Maelstrom! Dressed up in a pair of dark pants and a khaki PWA polo shirt, the Human Hellstorm stops on the entrance way and looks out towards the crowd with a microphone in hand.
Maelstrom: And so Captain ‘owdy continues ta irritate me and da boys backstage by remindin’ us of what ‘e did to Jostrodomus.
The crowd boos as a video shows on the Premiere-tron when Captain Howdy strapped Jostrodomus to a stretcher at Mob Rules and pushed him out into the crowd.
Maelstrom: ‘e remind us like we fergot. Well tha good ol’ Human Hellstorm NEVER fergets!
The crowd kicks up, “Joz! Joz! Joz!” while Maelstrom nods to their approval.
Maelstrom: So ‘owdy would love to see me do something’ ‘bout it. Wants me ta sign a one match contract so I can face ‘em. I hope he be listenin’ wherever ‘e may be. Da contract is signed and I be willin’ to face ‘em at High Stakes in a Street Fight match if he be willin’ ta face da good ol’ Human Hellstorm in a back alley! What ya say, Cap’in? Ya ready to get yer ass handed to ya by dis grumpy old man? I wait fur yer response!
Franks: Maelstrom has signed a one night deal to come out of retirement, Ray! He wants to face Captain Howdy at High Stakes in a Street Fight match!
Quadros: This isn’t quite fair, Carl. Maelstrom knows Captain Howdy isn’t here tonight to respond. He’s too busy preparing for a real match at Conflict 2.
Franks: Well I hope this match happens. Somebody needs to teach Captain Howdy a lesson. Jostrodomus may be a loud mouth male chauvinist pig but he didn’t deserve being strapped to a stretcher and thrown into the crowd.
Quadros: He got exactly what he deserved. And if Howdy accepts Maelstrom’s challenge, the Human Hellstorm is going to be laid up too!
CONTRACTS, PENS, AND BLOOD!
Written by: John and Paul
"Take this job and shove it!"
*The sounds of Johnny Paycheck's "Take This Job and Shove It" blare over the loudspeakers as we see the 80-year-old Texas oil baron and PWA Board member Gil Silver makes his way to the ring wearing his trademark suit and Stetson hat. The ring is all decked out in red with three podiums sitting in the center. Two of those podiums face one another; Gil slowly gets into the ring and takes his spot behind the middle podium.*
GIL: Ladies and gentlemen, we are here to have ourselves a little contract signin' between two gentlemen who absolutely despise one another: Jack Gaither and Jason Sandman. This contract signin' is for a match unlike any other in rasslin' history--called the $1,000,000 Tower of Terror, and it will take place at High Stakes 2! Personally, I think that match sounds like it's full of bullcorn, but I won't hold that against y'all. The winner of the match will receive a future title opportunity--as requested by Mrs. Gaither--and a check for $1,000,000--as requested by Ms. Chesney. The check and contract will be kept inside a briefcase that will be suspended above a cell, and the winner of the match will have to climb to the top of the cell by way of a ladder and retrieve the briefcase that's suspended above the cell by climbing up a 2nd ladder. Weapons will be scattered throughout the cell, so anything goes in this match.
*The crowd cheers in anticipation for a violent match!*
RAY: Oh my God...
CARL: There's gonna be a lot of bloodshed!
GIL: With that in mind, I would like to bring out to the podiums at this time: Jack "The Golden Eagle" Gaither!
*The crowd cheers as "Kickstart My Heart" starts to play. A very serious-looking Jack Gaither power walks his way from the back to the ring and takes his place at the podium to Gil's left.*
GIL: And now, Jack's opponent: Jason Sandman!
The fans are split as Live Your Way comes on the speakers. Jason Sandman walks out of the entrance, down the ramp without taking his eyes off Jack Gaither. Jason slides under the bottom ropes and walks towards his podium.
GIL: Good to see that both of you are here. Do I have any questions from any of you? Mr. Gaither?
JACK: Yeah. You mean to tell me that I have to climb up a ladder to the top of a "Hell-in-a-Cell"-type structure and grab a briefcase that's suspended above it!?
GIL: That is correct? Mr. Sandman, do you have any questions?
Jason: Is Mrs. Gaither aware that she signed her husband’s death sentence?
Gil looks over to see if Jack Gaither will say anything back, but Gaither remains calm.
GIL: OK folks, go ahead and sign your contracts.
*Jack signs his contract first and gives it to Mr. Silver. Mr. Silver drops the contract on Sandman’s podium. Jason pulls a pen out of his pocket and signs the contract. Jason then slams the pen down on Gaither’s podium.
Jason: Thank your wife for the ink.
Jason smiles as he walks over to the ropes and flips out of the ring. Gaither looks down at the pen and see’s one of Jason’s favorite toys. The metal spike lays down and it appears to be covered in.
Jack: Blood!!!
*Jack looks at Gil and his opponent before speaking one more time.*
JACK: Sandman, when this is over, I want you to prepare yourself for a fate that will be much worse than what The Butcher had when you put him in a coma.
*The crowd responds with an anticipatory buzz.*
CARL: Uh-oh...
JACK: I hope you have good medical insurance Mr. Sandman, because after High Stakes 2, YOU'RE GONNA JOIN THE BUTCHER IN A FUCKING COMA!!
*The crowd goes apeshit as Jack slams the microphone down; the cameras get a good close-up view of Jack's eyes, which are lighting up with each passing second!*
CARL: Oh no! Look at the look in Jack's eyes! Look at his eyes--he is ready to fight to the death!
RAY: I hope that Mrs. Gaither knows what she's doing. Sandman is right: she just signed her husband's death sentence tonight.
CARL: Oh, this is gonna be one of the most unholy, violent, and demonic matches that I will ever witness in my life. I know Wren Chesney must be smiling from ear to ear right now, but I also hope and pray that Jack Gaither and Jason Sandman make it through High Stakes 2 in one piece!
RAY: High Stakes 2 just got hotter than ever before!
NON-TITLE
Jack Gaither vs. Cross Recoba
Written by: Andrew
PREVIEW: Cross Recoba has had some rough luck once he won that Light Heavyweight Championship at Mob Rules. He's been on the wrong end of a Captain Howdy beating and returns this week to meet the challenge of Jack Gaither. Gaither has found himself in a similar situation only with Jason Sandman as he defends his Co-Commissioner wife. Booked specifically by Wren Chesney, this match may be a set-up for both men as Sandman and Howdy lerk backstage.
Ferdinand: The following match is a non-title contest is scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit. Introducing first...hailing from Corpus Christi, Texas...Weighing 181 lbs..."The Golden Eagle", Jack Gaither!!!!
(The opening phrase "God works in mysterious ways..." from Queen's "One Vision" is played, but the lights go out, and the intro to Motley Crue's "Kickstart My Heart'" starts up. Various images of Jack Gaither's matches flash by on the big screen; at the height of the intro, the words "THE GOLDEN EAGLE FLIES AGAIN!" appear on screen. Gold-colored pyro and green confetti go off as Jack Gaither and manager Jewel Palacios make their way to the ring, giving every fan sitting near the ramp a high-five along the way. Once in the ring, Jack poses to the cheering crowd--while Jewel gives kisses to the lucky fans at ringside--as more green-and-gold confetti falls from the ceiling.)
Ferdinand: And now...his opponent...weighing 230lbs....from Cicero, IL, he is the Man Worth 1000 Bullets...the reigning PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion....Cross Recoba!!!!
(As Gaither waits inside the ring, "State of Love and Trust" begins to play over the loudspeaker, announcing the return of Cross Recoba to PWA action. The PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion's lips part into a confident grin as he makes his way toward the ring, slides under the bottom rope and holds his belt up over his head, getting a mixed reaction from the crowd in respose; he then hands the belt to the ring attendant and glares in the direction of his opponent as referee Andy Sheppard prepares to issue some final pre-match instuctions before the match can begin.)
Franks: All right, folks. Cross Recoba is making his return to action after sustaining a concussion at the hands of Captain Howdy, and the woman that he defeated in order to regain the PWA Light Heavyweight Title, Natalie Snow.
Quadros: Man, Cross is never going to live that one down...and if he loses to Gaither this week, he might as well call it a career right now and cut his losses!
Franks: Don't be ridiculous! Gaither's a dangerous competitor, who already holds a victory over Cross Recoba! It' certainly well within the realm of possibility that he can do the same thing again! Anything can happen, Ray!
Quadros: So, if anything can happen, is it possible for you to grow wings and fly away?
Franks: ....
Quadros: That's what I thought. Gaither's toast, Carl. Just admit it.
Franks: Well, we'll see. Let's get down to the ring, because the match is about to be-wait! What's this!?
(Just as the official is about to finish, "Black Magic Woman" begins to play over the loudspeaker, and Natalie Snow appears at the entrance ramp, and then sashays down toward the ring, leveling a knowing smile in the direction of Recoba, who stares daggers at her as he watches her make her way toward the announcer's table and put on a headset while Gaither looks on at the scene with an expression of vague annoyance about the interruption. Mrs. Snow continues to smile, almost pleasantly at Cross, who finally turns his attention back to his opponent just as the official signals the timekeeper to begin to match.)
Quadros: Hello, Natalie. What brings you down here this evening?
Natalie: Oh, you know, I just figured I'd catch a match, hang out with some old friends of mine...and make damned good and certain that Cross Recoba gives me a response to the challenge that I issued to him at Violation 65!
Franks: I think the man has other things on his mind, at the moment, like the match that he's about to have with Jack Gaither...
Natalie: That may be true, but he had *better* give me an answer soon, or the only thing that will be going through his mind are the points of these stilleto heeled shoes!
Franks: That would be an interesting sight...But, for now, let's get down to the ring and start the match!
(At the sound of the opening bell, Gaither begins to circle around his opponent, who stalks after him with a predatory expression on his face as he shoots forward into an attempted double leg takedown. Jack sprawls to avoid the attack and counters into a tight front chancery, only to have Recoba grab him by the wrist and then reverse into a grounded hammerlock. Cross begins to apply pressure to the arm lock, causing Gaither to wince in pain, but the latter keeps his cool as he works his way back to a seated position and then back to his feet. Gaither then proceeds to feint a back elbow, causing Cross to shift position slightly in response and allowing him to connect witn a drop toehold, which is chained instantly into the STF that he calls the DOUBLE WHAMMY!!! Cross's eyes bugle out in shock and agony, but he maintains his composure and manages to pull his way toward the ropes and grab onto the bottom strand before too much damage can be done by the Golden Eagle's submission finisher!)
Quadros: Man...how humiliating would *that* have been to suffer a defeat so early in the match!? Almost as bad as getting laid out by-
Natalie: Do you *really* want to finish that statement, Quadros?
Quadros: ...Um, no.
(Gaither releases the hold at the count of four, and holds his thumb and index finger millimetres apart to show Cross just how close he was to suffering another defeat at his heads. Recoba glowers in response as he climbs back to his feet, and steps forward to lock up with Gaither when Jack motions for him to bring it on. However, Jack ducks underneath his rival's clutches, and then cinches in a rear waistlock before attempting to lift his rival into German Suplex. However, the Man Worth 1000 Bullets grapevines the leg to block th attempt and then performs a nice standing switch before lifting his rival up and slamming him down hard onto his stomach with a nice amatuer style takedown. Before Gaither can react, Recoba cinches in a bodyscissors and applies the Just Facelock that he calls AN OFFER YOU CAN'T REFUSE! Now it's Gaither's turn to cry out in pain as Recoba leans back on the hold, but he's still got the energy to claw toward the ropes and grab onto the bottom strand to force a break of Cross's dreaded submission hold!)
Franks: And, just like that, Cross turns the tables and nearly scores a submission victory of his own!
Natalie: Yeah, and what a shame *that* would have been...
Franks: I thought you hated Cross, Natalie!
Natalie: I do...but I also loathe Gaither with every fiber of my being, too. Really, this match is the equivalent of watching a bag of dog dung go up against a pile of pigeon poop. Either way, they both stink...and either way, they're both pieces of...
Franks: Let's get back to the match, shall we?
(Cross releases the hold at four, and then stares meaningfully in the direction of his rival as he holds his thumb and index finger close together in the same gesture that Gaither used earlier. Gaither glares in Recoba's direction, and then steps forward to oblige Recoba's request to engage in a test of stretch, and after a moment, the two work their way into a double knuckle lock. Recoba uses his size advantage to force his rival's shoulders to the mat, and Andy Sheppard drops down to toll the first pin fall attempt of the encounter: 1...2...Gaither bridges to avoid being pinned, and then proceeds to reach up with his legs and take Recoba over into a nice monkey flip, somersaulting backward so that he kneels on top of him as the ref tolls the count once more: 1...2...Recoba reaches up with his legs and forces his shoulders to the mat for yet another pin fall attempt: 1...2...T-Gaither somersaults backward to his feet to avoid the pinning predicament, and then quickly leaps into the air and catches Recoba in the face with a crisp Basement Dropkick as the latter begins to rise off the mat!)
Franks: Nice dropkick by Gaither out of that pin fall reversal sequence, and that may well have been enough to gain the first real advanatge in the match!
(Jack's eyes go wide with excitement as he springs to his feet and then quickly backflips into a perfect Standing Moonsault onto the prone form of Cross before applying the lateral press for a cover: 1...2...T-Kick Out! Gaither keeps his focus as he pulls his rival back to his feet and then doubles him over with a toe kick to the gut, before taking him over into a sweep snap suplex, using the momentum of the move to float over into another lateral press onto his rival: 1....2....THR-No! Recoba kicks out again! Gaither still doesn't appear to be that discouraged by his rival's resilience, and actually breaks out into a smile as he slides behind his rival and nailes him with a nasty Spinning Heel Kick to the back of the head just as Recoba rises off the mat. Gaither quickly shoots the half nelson to roll his opponent over, and makes a point of hooking the leg on the ensuing cover: 1.....2.....THREEENO! Not quite! Recoba kicks out at the last possible moment!)
Quadros: Well, you have to give credit to Cross for the toughness that he displayed just then!
Natalie: I don't have to give Cross credit for anything...But, because I'm such a nice person, I will just this once. Nice kick out...I thought Gaither might have had him just then...
Quadros: *Falls out of his chair*
Natalie, smiling: And...the fact that I knew Quadros would react in that matter if I said something like that didn't factor into my decision to give Cross a measure of credit for that kick out. Nope...not one bit.
(For the first time in the match, Gaither is beginning to look a bit frustrated, and he slam the mat in anger and glowers down at Recoba as the latter begins to struggle back to feet. Jack then proceeds to nails him with a series of stiff forearms to the chin that sends the Sicilian staggering backward into the nearest corner, and then proceeds to whip him back-first into the opposite set of turnbuckles. Jack then proceeds to follow him in with a high-elevation Flying Corner Splash, and then proceeds to hoist him up so that he's seated on the top rope, before climbing up to the second rope as he gazes out into the crowd and yells "That's IT!". The Golden Eagle then sets his rival up for a Superplex...NO! Recoba thwarts the attempt by digging in a series hard kidney punch that causes Jak to lose his grip, allowing Recoba to shove him off the elevated perch to the canvas below. More angered than hurt, Gaither springs to his feet and charges back toward the corner...Just in time to be met by a beautiful Turnaround Missle Dropkick that catches the Golden Eagle flush in the face!)
Quadros: OH! Recoba couldn't have nailed thatdropkick any better, and pretty much knocked Gaither silly with that move. Well...sillier than normal, anyway...
(The Man Worth 1000 Bullets rises to his feet and regards his opponent through narrow eyes as the latter struggles to his knees before sprinting into a Shining Wizard that deposits Gaither back to the mat. Recoba nods his head in satisfaction as he stares down at the Golden Eagle and then drops down to apply the cover: 1....2....TH-Kick Out! Undaunted, Cross yanks Jack up by the arm and twists it into a standing wrist lock before driving him face-first into the canvas with a Rocker Dropper! Cross then shoots the half-nelson and rolls Gaither over for another cover, grinding his forearm into his rival's face to make a kick out that much more difficult: 1....2....THRE-No! Jack manages to kick out again! Cross shakes his head in disbelief, but manages to keep his wits together as he pulls Jack up off the canvas again and doubles him over with a kick to the gut, before taking him over and dropping him across his knee with a perfectly executed Butterfly Backbreaker!)
Franks: La Cosa Nostra! This might be it...
Quadros: I don't think so! I think Cross wants to make certain that Gaither stays down for good!
(Recoba then rises off the mat and vaults out to the ring apron, before slingshoting himself back into the ring onto his rival's throat, and watches with a smile as his rival rolls around clutching his throat before standing over him and Curb Stomping him face first into the mat! Recoba then rolls the stricken Texas native over with the sole of his boot and drops down, making certain to hook his rival's leg on the ensuing lateral press: 1.......2.......THREEENOO! SHOULDER UP! GAITHER IS STILL IN THIS! Cross hisses a curse through clenched teeth as he draws his thumb across his throat and pulls Jack to his feet once more before hoisting him up so that he's draped over the top rope before dropping down into a brutal Elevated DDT that causes the Golden Eagle to crash head-first to the canvas! THUMP! GAITHER JUST BECAMSE THE LATEST VICTIM OF THE STATEN ISLAND DROP! Cross breaks out into a wide smile as he watches his rival twicth helplessly upon the mat and then applies what appears to be the final cover of the match, making certain to hook both legs:)
ONE!.....................TWO!......................THREEEEEEEEENOOOOO!
GAITHER KICKS OUT AT 2.99999999999999999!!!!!!!
*FIGHTING SPIRIT POP!*
(Recoba looks about ready to gouge his eyes out in frustration as he flops onto his back and stares up at the rafters as if asking the heavens for assistance in the matter of putting his rival away. After a few moments, he pulls himself off the canvas and drags Gaither up to his feet before applying a 3/4's facelock, obliviously looking to nail the Shiranui that he calls THE SICILIAN TYPEWRITER! Recoba runs up the turnbuckles and flips backward...only to be caught in mid-air by Giather, who Flapjacks him face-first into the top turnbuckle! Recoba staggers backward, and Gaither takes advantage by leaping onto the 2nd turnbuckle and sailing off into a Flying Clothesline that deposits his rival onto the mat!)
Natalie: Well, if I gave credit to Cross, I might as well do the same for Gaither. Nice counter, and I think that followup clothesline might have been able to provide Jack with the time needed to recover from the beating he just took! Well...I guess giving credit to Gaither wasn't *that* bad...I only threw up in my mouth just a little.
(Both men remain down on the canvas following that last exchange, but Gaither manages to drag himself back to his feet a bit more quickly and lets out a loud battle cry as he races forward and nails the woozy Recoba with a high-impact Spear, using the momentum of the move to flip forward into a Bridge for a pin fall attempt: 1....2....THR-Kick Out! Not wasting a moment, the Golden Eagle climbs back to his feet and waits for Cross to rise before leaping to the top rope and sailing off into a Spectacular Corkscrew Flying Bodypress that drives his rival to the mat once again! Another cover: 1......2.....THREEEEEEE-NOOOOO! Another Kick Out! Gaither glares at Sheppard, who simply hold up tow fingers in response, and then hauls his rival off the mat and hoists him up into a fireman's carry, before spinning him off into an attempted SAMBA SLAM....)
*ANTICIPATION POP!*
(...Only to have the Man Worth 1000 Bullets counter into a Reverse Frankensteiner that sends Gaither crashing head-over heels to the mat in sickening fashion! OH! Recoba breaks out into a predatory grin as pulls his stricken rival back to his feet and then nails him with the SICILIAN TYPEWRITER THAT drives the back of his opponent's head into the mat! But, Recoba isn't done just yet as he smoothly transitions from his main finisher sinks in a Dragon Sleeper, and watches Jack struggle against the submission for a moment before taking him over into the Osaka Street Cutter that he calls THE SKIM! Recoba then stares directly in the direction of Natalie Snow as she sneers back from her position at the commentary booth as he applies the Just Facelock and wrenches back on the submission hold. The ref takes one look at the vacant expression in the eyes of Gaither and decides to call a halt to the match before he's seriously hurt!)
Ferdinand: Here is your winner.....CROSS RECOBA!!!!!
(Cross releases the hold and immediately rolls out of the ring, staring daggers in the direction of Natalie as he grabs the belt and storms over to where she's seated.)
Cross: You want me in a rematch, puttana!? I accept. See you at High Stakes! But be careful what you wish for, m'dear, because you just might get it!
(Recoba then raises the belt as if to strike, and smirks as he watches Natalie go wide-eyed stumble back out of the chair and land on the seat of her leather mini-skirt! Cross then lets the belt drop down to his side and smirks down at her, before casually sauntering away toward the entrance ramp with a contented smile on his face)
Franks: Well, Cross accepted Natalie's challenge, and the two will have a rematch at High Stakes. And, given the hatred that's developed between these two, it's guarunteed that...
(Suddenly, a man dressed in a baby blue ski mask hops the barrier. He trips over the edge and does a painful face plant, but recovers quickly. The crowd begins to roar as they realize what is about to happen. The masked character catches up to Recoba just as he reaches the top of the stairs. He yanks his pants down to his ankles exposing his hind quarters. )
Quadros: He just got Bum Rushed!!
(The masked character, who we can only assume is Pierce Cavanaugh, catches a good look at the butt cheeks and then takes off running down the ramp. This leaves Recoba with the dilemma of pulling up his pants or chasing after him. He attempts both, which causes him to fall. The audience laughs heavy at his expense as Pierce disappears into the crowd. Recoba begins to pull his pants up with an expression of fury upon his face...but that look changes to one of shock when he sees Natalie Snow standing over him,, while holding Cross' discared Light Heavyweight Title belt in her hands.)
Natalie: You dropped this Cross...just like you'll drop it again when we meet at High Stakes in a match that will allow me to use these stilletto heels...
(Natalie then raises her foot as if to stomp down on Cross with her stilletto heeled shoes, and only to stop and smile as she walks away, leaving Recoba glaring at her and yells "we're not done just yet" as he pulls his trunks up and hisses a curse as he walks away.)
Franks: Well, Cross wins the match this week, and he and Natalie are set for High Stakes 2...Although something tells me that these two may well have something to say to one another before High Stakes occurs!
A GIFT FOR THE HUMAN HELLSTORM
Written by: Neil
Maelstrom walks back to the Hammerfist Security office where Mugs Hammerfist and Boz Wells are conversing back and forth as they look down at a vacant stretcher covered in blood. In comes Maelstrom to overhear the last of their conversation.
Mugs: No, it couldn’t be the same one. That one was taken for evidence once people started suing PWA.
Boz: Suppose’n it be an angry fan dat send it to us?
Maelstrom: What be goin’ on in ‘ere? Some old lady ‘ave her period when ya carted her away, Mugs?
Mugs: We had nothing to do with this, Vic. We came back to the office and here was this bloody stretcher with a note attached to it. It’s seems this is for you.
Hammerfist hands over the note that was attached to the stretcher. Maelstrom snatches it and reads out loud.
Maelstrom: “It was fun watching a beaten Jostrodomus fly through the air and into the crowd. Such a pity the very sheep he plays to were crushed under his own weight. At High Stakes the same will happen to you Maelstrom. Lay down and go to sleep, pray for wonderful dreams. Because when we meet, your worst nightmare will come true. Captain Howdy.”
The Human Hellstorm crinkles up the note and flips the bloody stretcher over in anger before leaving the room. Mugs and Boz look at each other and know they are in for a hell of a security job come High Stakes.
Franks: It seems Maelstrom received his response from Captain Howdy! They will meet at High Stakes 2!
Quadros: Finally I get to see Maelstrom laid to rest. This should be great.
AT IT AGAIN
Written by: Neil
The heavy Cairo Conspiracy is seen making his exit from the arena to go do some more work on his damaging article. But before he can leave, Co-Commissioner Wren Chesney runs over to him in her high heels and all but blocks him from leaving.
Wren Chesney: You’re Cairo Conspiracy aren’t you?
Cairo Conspiracy: Yes! Let me guess, Mrs. Wren Chesney?
Wren: Oh, you’ve heard of me?
Cairo: Who hasn’t?
Mrs. Chesney blushes as she starts to lay on the flirtation rather quickly.
Wren: Please, call me Wren.
Cairo: Certainly, Wren. What can I do for you?
Wren: I hear you are working on an article on The Butcher’s time with this company. A pretty damaging one to his legacy at that if I’m not mistaken?
Cairo: That’s correct. It is a retrospective article on The Butcher’s wrestling career in and out of the ring. How it has effected the wrestling industry as a whole. Plus some damaging allegations that he fixed PWA matches when he was Commissioner. Maybe you want to add your two cents, since you were at odds with him since day one?
Wren: Of course! He and I have never gotten along and never will!
Cairo: I am well aware. Perhaps we could set up some interview time?
Wren: Most definitely! How about tonight?
Cairo: Tonight?
Wren: Yeah. Where are you staying? I can come to you after the show is done and we could discuss this article. Maybe you could show it to me?
Cairo: Give you a sneak preview? That’s a bit unethical.
Mrs. Chesney gulps and sucks in her stomach so she doesn’t hurl. She gets close to the fat interviewer and starts to flirt around with his collar.
Wren: I’ll show you something of mine in return.
She then starts to trace down the buttons of his shirt until she reaches down to his pants. The fat columnist’s eyes go wide as she squeezes him for all he’s worth.
Cairo: You really are a dirty little slut, aren’t you? Instead of handshakes you give hand jobs.
Mrs. Chesney clenches her teeth and holds back at reading him the riot act. She’ll continue to put up this act until she gets what she wants.
Wren: Well what do you say? Can we meet?
Cairo: For business or pleasure?
Wren: Aren’t they the same?
Cairo: Oh I’m going to get along with you just fine, Wren. I’ll be at the Sunnyside Motel just down the road. Room #5. The door will be unlocked. Let yourself in.
Wren: I’ll be there.
Mr. Conspiracy nods and leaves the arena. Wren Chesney shudders with disgust at what she just did. The things she will do to get what she wants. Ugh. Her night is just beginning.
REGULAR RULES
Pierce Cavanaugh vs. Anthony Phoenix
Written by: Neil
PREVIEW: Last week Pierce Cavanaugh continued his quest to find out who is sleeping with Wren Chesney. Apparently the only clue he has is a pair of buttocks etched in his memory. And judging by what happened last week when he pulled down Anthony Phoenix's tights, he's bound to check everybody on the roster to get his answer. Phoenix later in the night bashed Cavanaugh's head with a steel chair to get his point across that he doesn't go that way. They will open Violation 67 in a match that will clean up the mess left last week.
As the theme 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.
Franks: A couple matches into his PWA career and Anthony Phoenix is in the main event tonight!
Quadros: That doesn’t mean anything, Carl. He hasn’t even won a singles match yet.
Franks: Well tonight could be his spot as he looks for some revenge on Pierce Cavanaugh after last week’s “bum rush” tights pull down.
Quadros: That was simply disturbing, Carl. Can’t Cavanaugh just check guys out in the shower room?
As "Prayer of the Refugee" hits, the lights turn out. All that remains are two blue spotlights searching the stage. Finally, they come together in the middle of the stage and focus on Pierce. He has on his wrestling tights and a warm up tee, like the one that you could buy in the shop. Pierce can’t seem stand still. He jumps up and down, throws punches and heel kicks at the empty space that is before him. Jackboot calmly walks in behind him and crosses his arms, looking much like a body guard. Pierce begins to jog down to the ring leaving the spotlight and Jackboot behind him. After jogging about half way down the ramp, his pyrotechnics go off, jets along the ramp. This signals the lights to change from nothing to a flashing blue strobe light. He gets to the ring and hops up onto the apron and then does a flip using the top rope into the ring. He’s full of energy and he stands in the ring punching, jumping and kicking while waiting for his opponent. Jackboot takes his place ringside.
Franks: And here comes Pierce Cavanaugh and Jackboot for this match-up. Cavanaugh gets more insane each week. He’s all ready pulled a bum rush on Cross Recoba tonight. Who knows what else we are in for?
Quadros: The more insane and unpredictable Pierce Cavanaugh gets, the more dangerous he’ll become.
Jackboot continues to hover around ringside while Pierce Cavanaugh prepares himself. He yells for Referee Sasha Brown to check Anthony Phoenix for weapons and she does just that. Phoenix looks to be mighty annoyed at this request while Pierce Cavanaugh can only smile coyly. After finding no illegal weapons, Referee Brown calls for the bell!
DING!
The two former AWG wrestlers lock up like old times in the middle of the ring. Side headlock control applied right off the bat by Pierce Cavanaugh. He parades Phoenix around the ring, showing off his work to the fans and getting them all worked up. Anthony Phoenix replies by cinching Cavanaugh and swooping him backwards with a good old fashioned backdrop! Cavanaugh arcs his spine in pain while Phoenix nips up. He runs towards the ropes and bounces off as Cavanaugh slowly gets to a knee. Kick to the side of the head by Phoenix! Quick cover! 1!…2!...KICK OUT!
Phoenix continues his assault as he pulls up Cavanaugh by the hair. He hammers him across the back before whipping him hard into a corner. Here comes Anthony Phoenix will a full head of steam! BAM! Running forearm shiver to the face of Cavanaugh staggers him! Phoenix takes Pierce by the head and bounces his face off the top turnbuckle! Another turnbuckle smash! Another! Another! Another! And another! Pierce Cavanaugh staggers out of the corner and falls face first onto the canvass! Follow up double foot curb stomp by Phoenix sends a clear message he means business tonight! He rolls his opponent over and hooks the leg…1...2...THR…KICK OUT!
Franks: Anthony Phoenix is bringing the pain right now, Ray.
Quadros: And Jackboot is starting to look mighty concerned. Don’t be concerned my big German friend.
Phoenix continues the pressure as he pulls up Pierce Cavanaugh. He goes around the back for a suplex but NO! Pierce Cavanaugh blocks with a high elbow to the face. Snapmare takes down by Cavanaugh right into a solid dropkick to the back of Phoenix’s head! The Adrenaline Rush gets to a knee and brushes himself off as if none of his opponent’s offense has hurt him. Cavanaugh stomps Phoenix in the face. Another stomp! Another! Another! And finally a stomping face wash as he tries to bust the man open!
Phoenix rolls to the side and checks to see if he’s bleeding. Cavanaugh grabs him by the head and blasts him with a European uppercut that knocks Phoenix back into a corner. Here comes Pierce Cavanaugh with a kick to the midsection of AP, then a stomp. Another stomp, another, another, and another! Once again Pierce Cavanaugh unleashes a series of boot face washes, trying to cut open Phoenix.
Franks: Pierce Cavanaugh has turned the tables here and wants to bust Anthony Phoenix open as legally as he can.
Quadros: Anthony Phoenix is extreme, Carl!
Referee Sasha Brown ushers Cavanaugh out of the corner and wants him to give his opponent some room. That’s hardly listened to as Pierce Cavanaugh pulls Phoenix up and whips him across the ring, right into another corner. Here comes Cavanaugh with a run to the corner and a monkey flip that sends Anthony Phoenix flying! Rolling senton splash by Cavanaugh! Hooks the leg! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!
Chin-lock applied by Pierce Cavanaugh as he looks to punish Phoenix down on the mat. Jackboot starts pounding on the mat in rhythm, trying to cheer his tag team partner on. But his actions only start to feed the crowd as they get into a rhythmic cheer of their own! “Let’s go Phoenix!” *clap, clap, clap* “Let’s go Phoenix!” *clap, clap, clap* Jackboot stops beating on the ring apron and starts yelling at the crowd to shut up! “Let’s go Phoenix!” *clap, clap, clap*
Franks: The crowd is starting to get behind Anthony Phoenix!
Quadros: Stop it! Shut up!
Referee Brown asks Phoenix if he wants to give up? He replies by shooting an elbow into Cavanaugh’s midsection! Another elbow! Another! Another! He’s working to a vertical base! One more elbow to Cavanaugh’s midsection breaks the chin-lock! Phoenix turns around and hammers Cavanaugh with a right hand! Left hand! Right! Left! Irish whip by Anthony Phoenix! Off the ropes comes Cavanaugh right into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!
Franks: Oh that looked like it hurt!
Cavanaugh bounces up like it didn’t hurt! He eats a clothesline for his effort! Once again Cavanaugh bounces up but he’s less with it each time. Here comes Anthony Phoenix from behind with a good old fashioned bulldog! This time Pierce Cavanaugh stays down! Phoenix gets a little revenge in this match as he stomps on his opponent’s face then gives him a face wash with his boot!
Quadros: Hey! That’s illegal! He’s trying to bust Pierce open!
Phoenix hooks the leg for good measure…1...2...THR…KICK OUT says Referee Sasha Brown! Anthony Phoenix pulls up Cavanaugh and goes around the back…German suplex! He holds on and rolls through into another German suplex! The REAL German Jackboot starts to throw a fit at ringside as he watches his tag team partner get suplexed! Phoenix holds on and rolls around into a release German suplex!
Franks: Pierce Cavanaugh has been laid out!
Anthony Phoenix runs towards the ropes for a move with extra leverage…NO! Jackboot grabs Phoenix’s leg and stops him in his tracks! Referee Brown tells Jackboot to let him go and he does, acting like nothing happened at all. Phoenix goes to collect Pierce Cavanaugh and restart his offense. Oh wait! Roll-up by Pierce Cavanaugh! 1!…2!…THRE…NO! KICK OUT!! He almost caught Anthony Phoenix there!
Both pop to their feet but Cavanaugh is quick to catch Phoenix with a kick to the midsection. Swinging neck breaker! AP has been laid out and clutching his neck! Cavanaugh doesn’t bother going for the pin as he gets up, holding his lower back. He heads to a corner and hops to the top turnbuckle! He waits on his perch, yelling for Phoenix to get up! AP starts to get to his feet and wobbles up. He turns around and there’s Pierce Cavanaugh with a leaping missile dropkick straight to the face of Phoenix!
Franks: Right on the button!
Quadros: That’s it, Carl! It’s over!
Pierce Cavanaugh collects himself and makes a cover. 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!! Cavanaugh shakes his head no! Couldn’t have been! He has some words with Referee Sasha Brown over that count before pulling AP back up. He tosses Phoenix over the top rope and down to the hard, unforgiving floor below! Back to jawing with the referee goes Cavanaugh as he distracts the scantily clad female referee. Out on the outside of the ring, Jackboot is quick to pounce on Anthony Phoenix illegally! He starts stomping the crap out of Phoenix, looking up every other stomp to make sure he doesn’t get caught by the referee!
Franks: Oh come on! This is a mugging by Criminal Intent!
Quadros: As long as Jack Gaither keeps his stupid ass in the back, this match will only get better.
The crowd starts to give Jackboot some hell while Pierce Cavanaugh continues to keep Referee Brown preoccupied. Jackboot pulls up AP and flips him inside out right into the barrier wall with a powerful over the head belly-to-belly suplex! Phoenix’s spine arcs in pain as the referee continues to argue with Cavanaugh. Once again Jackboot attacks illegally as he whips Phoenix spine first into the steel steps. BANG!
Quadros: Ah ha ha!
Franks: No doubt about it, Referee Sasha Brown heard that!
The crowd boos while AP lies down on the floor and Jackboot acts like he didn’t do anything. Referee Sasha Brown pushes Pierce Cavanaugh aside and looks to the outside of the ring to see what the heck is going on. She finds AP down near the steel steps and asks Jackboot if he’s been up to no good! He puts his hands in the air and shakes his head like he’s some sort of angel. She isn’t buying it one bit! Just before she can throw Jackboot out of this match-up, Pierce Cavanaugh grabs the back of her skirt and lifts it! The crowd roars as he shows off Referee Sasha Brown’s bare ass and zebra thong!
Franks: Referee Sasha Brown just got bum rushed!
Quadros: Oh what a bum rush it was! My favorite!
Irate, Referee Sasha Brown shoves the blushing Pierce Cavanaugh to the mat and starts to read him the riot act! Jackboot once again looks to take advantage of the referee’s back turned and attacks Anthony Phoenix! He collects AP but this time Phoenix bounces Jackboot’s head off the steel steps and lays him out with a karate super kick! The crowd pops!
Franks: Anthony Phoenix is getting back into the ring!
Quadros: Come on! This isn’t fair to Pierce. He just got knocked over by Referee Brown.
Phoenix hops onto the apron just as Cavanaugh stands back up. AP jumps into the ring with a slingshot superman punch that drops Cavanaugh once again! Here comes Anthony Phoenix with a follow up rolling senton splash! He covers! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT! No complaining from Phoenix as he keeps up the pressure. He whips Cavanaugh up into a vertical suplex! Pierce sits up and grabs his back just as AP comes running off the ropes with a low boot to the face! Again, another hook of the leg….1...2...THRE…KICK OUT!
Franks: Anthony Phoenix is increasing the pace and trying to get this win because he knows he can’t trust the man outside here at ringside.
Quadros: You better watch your mouth, Carl. Jackboot can hear you over these clearly biased fans.
Anthony Phoenix pulls Pierce Cavanaugh up and whips him into a corner away from Jackboot. Running high elbow into the face of Cavanaugh by AP! Phoenix looks out towards the crowd and then climbs to the second rope, pounding away on Cavanaugh’s head while the crowd counts! One!… Two!… Three!… Four!… Five!… Six!… Seven!… Eight!… Nine!… TEN!! Pierce Cavanaugh wobbles out of the corner right into a northern lights suplex! Bridge! 1!…2!…2.99499315463!! Clutch KICK OUT by Pierce Cavanaugh!
Franks: Another kick out by Pierce Cavanaugh as he’s starting to take the crowd out of this!
Quadros: Keep it coming Pierce!
Phoenix grabs Pierce by the head and lifts him for a vertical another suplex! NO! Cavanaugh rolls back onto his feet! Kick to the midsection and rolling neck breaker by Cavanaugh! The crowd boos as Pierce Cavanaugh sits up and takes deep breathes. Jackboot is back up and cheering his tag team member on, telling him to keep up the pressure. Cavanaugh does just that as he rolls Anthony Phoenix over into a Boston Crab. AP clutches his face and pounds the mat in pain, trying to fight through the submission.
Referee Sasha Brown asks Phoenix if he wants to give up? NO is the answer! His eyes gaze onto the ropes as he tries to power up and crawl towards them. Cavanaugh leans back, adding more pressure to the knees of AP. Referee Brown asks again…NO is the answer! Again, Phoenix powers up onto the palms of his hands, trying to crawl to the ropes. Jackboot is right there at ringside, yelling for his man to keep it up. Cavanaugh sits back even further, trying to draw that tap-out!
Franks: Anthony Phoenix is trying to hang on!
Quadros: Tap out! You can’t take it!
Phoenix still won’t quit as the crowd kicks up again, “Let’s go Phoenix!” *clap, clap, clap* “Let’s go Phoenix!” *clap, clap, clap* He powers onto his palms again and starts to crawl. He reaches out for the ropes and grabs the bottom one! Pierce Cavanaugh continues holding on! Referee Sasha Brown starts the count! 1! 2! 3! 4! Cavanaugh lets go of the Boston Crab! He falls backwards onto Phoenix with an elbow drop. He pops up and drops another elbow drop. Another elbow drop! And another! He pulls Anthony Phoenix away from the ropes and rocks him backwards with a tiger suplex! Bridge! 1!…2!…2.999946461346!! Clutch KICK OUT by Anthony Phoenix this time!
Pierce Cavanaugh has had about enough of this as he spins AP over into a body slam. He runs towards the ropes and bounces off with a springboard moonsault! NO! Phoenix gets the legs up and Cavanaugh lands chest first across the knees! He rolls around holding his chest in pain while Phoenix is looking to get up. AP gets to a knee and then up to his feet. Jackboot gets up onto the apron and starts trash talking Phoenix! Referee Brown tells Jackboot to get down! Phoenix helps that by plowing over Jackboot with a running forearm, sending him crashing into the barrier!
Franks: Jackboot tries to get involved again!
Quadros: He was just making sure everything was good for Pierce Cavanaugh. It’s hardly fair when the referee is beating on Cavanaugh herself!
Pierce Cavanaugh takes the minor interference and leaps at Anthony Phoenix with a super kick! DUCKED! Phoenix rolls up Pierce Cavanaugh in the middle of the ring! 1!…2!…AP grabs the tights and pulls them back for his own bum rush!…THREE!! The crowd goes wild as “Immortal” by Adema kicks back up! Anthony Phoenix rolls out of the ring and raises his hand in the air for victory!
Ferdinand: And the winner of this match….ANTHONY PHOOOENIX!
Pierce Cavanaugh pulls his tights back up and starts to cry foul! He argues with Referee Sasha Brown that Phoenix blatantly had a handful of tights! His bare ass proves it! Jackboot slides into the ring and starts mouthing off again at AP.
Franks: What a victory for Anthony Phoenix! His first singles victory in PWA!
Quadros: What a crock! He cheated!
Franks: Pierce Cavanaugh deserved it. He pulled down Phoenix’s tights last week, it’s only fair he gets a taste of his own medicine!
Quadros: Ugh! That’s garbage! Nobody wants to see Pierce Cavanaugh’s bare bum!
As Criminal Intent has some unfriendly words for the happy Anthony Phoenix, his celebration is short lived. Here comes Jason Sandman from backstage with a barbed wire steel chair! He CRACKS it over the backside of Phoenix’s head, drawing some laughs from Criminal Intent!
Franks: Now this is garbage! Jason Sandman from behind with a barbed wire steel chair!
Quadros: This one is for you Jack Gaither!
Jason Sandman sets up the chair off the edge of the ramp way and then collects the barely conscious Anthony Phoenix. Putting AP in position, Sandman jumps off the ramp way and hits a HONORABLE DEATH piledriver through the barbed wire steel chair! OH!
Quadros: Now that’s extreme!
Sandman gets to his feet and stares down at the broken form of Anthony Phoenix. Battered, bruised, and bloody, AP has been laid out.
Franks: Message sent by Jason Sandman to Jack Gaither as he attacks the man’s tag team partner! We’ll have to see if Jack Gaither will respond to this at Conflict this Wednesday night!
Quadros: Any response from Jack Gaither will be met with full force by Jason Sandman, Carl. This I know.
Franks: We’ll see. Tune in for Conflict 2, ladies and gentlemen. Until then, I’m Carl Franks and this is my partner Ray Quadros…goodnight everybody!
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