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Violation 68: Send Me an Angel Sunday, July 26th, 2009 Value City Arena in Columbus, Ohio REGULAR RULES Jewel Palacios vs. Cady Coleman Written by: Rich PREVIEW: These two women are making their PWA in-ring debuts in this Violation 68 opening match-up. PWA fans are well aware of Jewel Palacios as a lovable, very lovable, manager to Jack Gaither. Trained by the Golden Eagle himself, Jewel will have plenty of expectations to live up to. Cady Coleman has had a successful career in past promotions. Can this in-ring vixen begin her PWA career off right or will she fall victim to the newbie jinx? Franks: And welcome to you all, Ladies and Gentlemen, to Violation Sixty-Eight!! Quadros: Gentlemen don't watch this show, Carl. Franks: And we all know there's only one that calls it, Ray. Quadros: Why, thank you. I never knew you cared. Franks: Why do I keep doing this to myself? Quadros: Glutton for punishment? Franks: Anyway, we've got a great card for you tonight, and we're starting off with the highly anticipated debut of one Cady Coleman, as she takes on the "Crown Princess" of the PWA, Jewel Palacios. Quadros: Finally, a match I can get into. Franks: Too bad that's the only thing about these young ladies you'll ever get into. Quadros: That's not what your wife said. Beyonce's "Crazy in Love" plays as Jewel Palacios, wearing a stunning outfit that matches her flowing black hair, walks out to the stage and salutes the crowd while positioned cannons fire neon-colored confetti into the air. Images of her relaxing at a beachfront setting, along with the message "THE CROWN PRINCESS SHINES AGAIN," flash on the big screen as Jewel hops into the ring and blows kisses to her fans. Franks: And there she is, the "Crown Princess" herself, Jewel Palacios. Should be interesting to watch her against another woman in this match. Most of her career has been spent fighting men. Quadros: Probably with a stick to keep them away from her. The lights to the arena go down and the name Cady Coleman slams against the screens as The Enemy starts to play, then two burts of blood red pyro shoot up as the lights turn the arena a similar colour and Cady Coleman apears at the top of the ramp. Throwing her arms in the air she grins dispite the mixed emotions from the crowd, and saunters down the ramp blowing kisses to the nearest members of the audience. She then slides gracefully into the ring before jumping up into the corner onto the turnbuckle throwing her arms up once again and then flipping back down into the ring. Franks: And this young lady has to be one of the most anticipated performers that the PWA has ever known. The fans have been talking about her for weeks on end ever since it was announced that she was on her way here. Quadros: That's because her chest announces her arrival minutes before she gets there. Franks: Careful Ray, she is a bit...disturbed. Quadros: She's disturbing me right now...and I don't mind. In the ring, the two women turn and face each other. The referee signals for the bell, and the two women begin to circle one another. They meet in the middle of the ring, and lock up, each looking for an advantage. Quadros: Pierre French has the best view in the house, and he only has one eye to appreciate it. Poor bastard. Franks: How much longer are we here tonight? Back in the ring, Cady has used her size and weight advantage to push the smaller Jewel back into the corner. Pierre French calls for the clean break, and after a few moments, Cady backs up with her hands in the air. The two women nod at each other, as Jewel steps out of the corner, and they lock up back in the middle of the ring. A burst of energy from Palacios forces Coleman back into the opposite corner, where once again, Pierre French asks for, and gets, a clean break. Franks: The feeling out process between these two women continues, as they both test the others' strength. Quadros: I wouldn't mind having a feeling out with either of them. Franks: Will you stop?? The two ladies circle each other, watching for an opening, before they lock up once again. This time, Jewel grabs onto a headlock, and begins to slowly grind away at the skull of Cady. Cady wastes no time, as she lifts Jewel into the air, and plants her with an inverted atomic drop, sending Jewel hopping away. A follow-up clothesline attempt misses, and Jewel hits her turning opponent with a nice, standing drop kick. Both women scramble quickly to their feet, as they nod to each other with a bit of respect. Franks: So far, this match has turned out to be pretty even. Neither of them has had much of an advantage. Quadros: Boring. They should just get to the catfighting part, and make things interesting. Back to the action, Jewel steps forward to meet Cady, but gets a good, stiff kick in the stomach instead. As Jewel bends forward, Cady grabs hold and pulls her over backwards with a nicely done Russian leg sweep. She drops down for the cover, but barely gets a one-count before Jewel gets an arm up. Cady smiles, and tries a rolling cradle, again only getting a one-count. Before Jewel can recover, Cady grabs her and hits a heavy headbutt, right between her eyes, which drops her right back to the mat. Cady shakes her head a bit, before starting in towards Jewel again, but a kick from Palacios right into Cady's guts stops her cold. Jewel gets up, and grabs Cady, planting her into the mat with a nice scoop slam. Franks: And Jewel looks a bit upset now, as she jumps on Cady, and starts to fire away with slaps and punches. Quadros: There we go, CATFIGHT!!! Indeed, it looks like this match might just degenerate into Quadros' apparent dream, as the two women are rolling around the mat, exchanging hair pulls, slaps, eye gouges and even chokes. This continues for a few minutes, and even Pierre French gets caught up in it, as they roll into his legs, knocking him down, and then rolling over him a few times. Finally, Cady ends up on top, and starts to just bounce Jewel's head off of the canvas over and over. She stands, takes a look at her opponent, and heads to the closest corner. She hops up, and hits a really nice split-legged, corkscrew moonsault. The breath rushes out of Jewel, as Cady goes for the cover... ONE....TWO...Shoulder up!! Franks: Cady Coleman with a great move, and another near fall. Jewel is going to have to get it in gear here pretty soon if she expects to win this match. Quadros: Yep, she's got all the right moves. Franks: Oh brother. Cady waits for Jewel to get to her feet, then attacks from behind, pulling her back into a vicious lungblower. Another cover, and another close two-count has the newcomer glaring at the eyepatched official. She takes hold of Jewel's hair, and pulls her to her feet, wrapping her arm around Palacios' head, and landing a leg-sweep DDT. Jewel looks out of it, as she sits up briefly before Cady again makes the cover. ONE....TWO....TH..KICK OUT!!! Cady cannot believe what she is hearing, as she turns and argues with the official for a few moments, which gives Jewel a chance to catch her breath. When Cady turns back around, Jewel lunges off the mat at her, and catches Cady with a spear that takes her right off her feet. Jewel hauls her up, and drops her face first with a flapjack, which she then follows up with a running leg drop. Cover by Jewel... ONE....TWO...Shoulder up!! Quadros: Jewel had better be careful. That could be some expensive work that she nearly destroyed with that move. Franks: I don't know you. I don't know you. Jewel stands up, and pulls Cady to her feet. She throws her towards the ropes, only to have Cady stop and hit a Pele kick out of nowhere. Jewel goes down like...well, like she'd just been kicked in the head, as Cady looks to the crowd for a reaction. Not quite getting what she wants, she turns around and grabs Jewel again, before blasting her with a vicious looking forearm shot. Jewel crumples to the mat, and Cady goes to the top rope. Franks: This could be it. She's going to go for one of her high-risk finishers here!! And indeed, Cady looks down, and jumps off the top rope with the Veil of Darkness splash. Unfortunately for her, Jewel pulls up her knees at the last moment, and catches Cady right in the stomach and ribs. Cady falls to the side, holding her ribs, and gasping for breath. Jewel wastes no time, and dives onto her fallen opponent... ONE....TWO....THREE!!!! (DING DING DING) The winner of this match, as a result of a pinfall, JEWEL PALACIOS!!! Franks: All it took was one small mistake, one miscalculation, and Jewel was able to grab a victory. Quadros: Lucky. That's all she was. Lucky. Cady was going to tear her up. I just hope her ribs are alright. Maybe she needs someone to rub her down a bit... Franks: Go ahead. I hear that one of her specialties is a testicular claw. Quadros: Never mind then. GET DRESSED UP Written by: Neil Board member Nikki Cortez is in her personal office while Hammerfist Security stand outside, keeping back any reporters still asking if Cairo Conspiracy’s allegations are true. As she goes about her normal work routine, Daz Van Dyke barges his way past the security force with threats, entering the office without even a knock. Daz Van Dyke: Damn, you’re dressed. Nikki Cortez: What do you want, Daz? I’m busy. DVD: Busy working on our arraignment I hope, dear. Nikki: Ugh, figures you’d remind me. DVD: You are not going to get off that easy, love. You know the deal to go along with our dinner date. You tell Captain Howdy to leave me alone from now on or else you’ll ban him from any future title matches! Nikki: I all ready told you I’d do it so quit pestering me! DVD: Tsk, tsk. Aren’t you grouchy tonight? Nikki: It must be you, Daz. Really, I have work to do. So if you don’t mind, leave. DVD: You better get into a nicer mood, love. I don’t need your attitude ruining our dinner date on Friday night! We are going to The Algonquin Hotel in New York to take in the art and culture of superior people. And please dress nice. The camera will follow our every move. Nikki: What, what? What camera? DVD: A PWA camera of course, love. They will record our enchanting evening for all of PWA to witness. Nikki: Oh brother. You can’t be serious! DVD: Don’t be ashamed, Nikki. The world will soon know how much you truly care for me. Now go speak to Captain Howdy, dear. Put him in his place. Mrs. Cortez sighs as she rolls her eyes at his request. He pushes her towards the doorway to coax her on. DVD: Go on, love. I’ll be here waiting for your return. NOW WE GET DOWN TO BUSINESS Written by: Okori As Nighthawk leans back against the PWA banner in the backstage area of the Value City Arena in Columbus we notice that his ice-blue eyes are steely like they have not been in a while, perhaps since Brad Kane drug something out of him that he did not want to know existed. Clad in a black King of Pancrase t-shirt, blue jeans, and blue low-top sneakers, the “Wrestling Machine” grits his teeth and paces around the ring. Nighthawk: “so last week I told everyone that I would be more than willing to tell everyone what plans I had for Jake Keeton. And I am sorry that I couldn’t do that. However, Jake you should have hoped that I should have never told you. See Jake I have heard you talk time and time again, when surrounded by your svengalis in the Sinners Club or just blathering on about it to Johnny Red and Miranda Buck, about how you’re the best wrestler in the world. Well… Jake…. I think, amongst all of your other faults, you are a lousy liar. So I suggested to the board of directors, and they happened to agree, that the best way to resolve this was in a match that proved which one of us really was the better man. Jake, at Point of No Return, you versus me….. In an I Quit match. Get used to rolling those words about your tongue because you had better become familiar with the concept. Goodnight Jake. May sleep give you the courage to go on.” SIGN THE BOTTOM LINE, BITCH! Written by: Paul & Neil Wren Chesney sits inside her office stressing over how she can make her show better than Conflict. As he starts putting two and two together she hears a knock on her door. Wren: Go away. She hears a knock on the door again, but this time doesn’t bother to respond knowing the person will soon go away. As she looks down at her paperwork again her door comes flying open. Wren looks up just in time to see VCR come flying at her and his back slamming into desk. She looks up at where her door used to be and finds Jason Sandman. Jason: Sup Bitch. Wren: Damn it, Sandman! What the hell did you do to my door?! Jason: Giving you your compensation. Your husband is still alive. Your welcome. Wren: Sit your ass down and try not to break my chair you fat ass! So you want to be a Light Heavyweight? Jason leans against the wall and laughs. Jason: Not want to be. Will be. Major difference in the way its said. Wren: Oh really? Says who? Gaither? How nice of her to try and bypass my input into your little match for a title belt you clearly are unqualified to hold! Jason: Yeah it was nice of her to do it without much of a fight. As it will be nice of you when you just do what the fuck I say and we get to not cross each others paths for awhile. Wren Chesney starts to choke up as he tries to hold it back…too late. Wren: Ha ha ha! You tell me what to do? I don’t think so! Victor, get your ass up off the floor! VCR: Uh… Wren: I said NOW! Mr. Roberts gets up slowly and falls backwards into the chair, semi-conscious. Wren: I give the orders around here, Sandman! And don’t you forget it! Jason: Now you’re funny. We both know that you are going to put your name on the dotted line one way or another. So just sign the damn thing so I can stop smelling rotting cunt. Chesney snarls at the vile remark. Wren: Oh I’m going to have fun with you Sandman. You shouldn’t even be employed by this company anymore but some stupid slut decided to ignore your past. But I’m not going to. I know your past…loser kid. So here’s what I’m going to do for you, Sandman. You’ll get your title match at Natalie Snow. And you’ll fail because the cunt you talk about is better than your penis will ever be. Understand? Women are better than men. Superior in every way. And little Natalie Snow is going to prove that to be true at Point of No Return. Jason: Then sign the damn paper. I got a guy who needs to have his mouth closed for him. Wren: Oh I’ll sign the paper, Sandman. And if by some miracle you somehow win, expect a post match inspection for your weight. If you’re a quarter pound over, chubby, guess what, that Light Heavyweight title is vacant. Deal with that, bitch! Chesney signs the order to make Sandman’s match with Natalie Snow official. Jason smiles. Jason: Yeah I'd ask you to step on their too, but with just the nut deposited in your stomach, you'd break a spring. REGULAR RULES Tyrael vs. Aiden Miles Written by: Neil PREVIEW: Aiden Miles is not a happy man, especially after last week’s loss to Dustin Jacobs. The former Premiere Champion will be looking to rebound on this night against another newcomer to the PWA ring. Tyrael’s history is a bit more mysterious and calculated as he’s left bodies of wrestlers beaten in former promotions. How these two live their nights leading up to this match could play into the outcome. The Arena Lights go black as Fear by Disturbed hits the loudspeakers. White smoke billows out of the entrance and gold lights fill the Arena .Tyrael enters and walks to the top of the ramp. He stops right at the beginning of the ramp and stretches his arms out straight to his sides, in a crucifixion pose. Tyreal drops his head to his chest as the ramp explodes in white fireworks. He walks down the ramp and climbs into the ring over the top rope and moves to the center. He kneels down onto one knee bows his head and crosses himself. He lifts his right arm, hand fisted, to the sky as the turnbuckles erupt in fire. Franks: Look at this guy, Ray. Great opportunity for Tyrael to make a good debut against a former Premiere Champion. Quadros: Why the hell is everybody trying to make a name for themselves against Aiden Miles? Where’s Jose’ Jose’ when you need him? Sound of Madness by Shinedown plays through the speaker system, as smoke fills around the entrance ramp, hovering a few centimeters above the ground. A platform slowly rises from under the ramp, as Aiden Miles stands with his arms outstretched, with his head hung, almost like a rock star pose. As the ramp connects with the platform, Aiden Miles slowly walks down. A black army style shirt, arms cut off, unbuttoned flaps a little in the wind from the smoke machines, as Miles reaches the ring, rolling under the bottom rope. Franks: Perhaps this week Aiden Miles will be a little more focused against a newcomer. Quadros: That match was rigged last week! Cairo Conspiracy, look into it! Aiden Miles on drugs wrestles better than he did last week. He’ll rebound here. I got money on it! Uh-oh, looks like the odds are against Aiden Miles again! Refereeing this match will be a former lover of his, Sasha Brown! Boy he better hope she’s over their little fling fast or the Standard will be flat out of luck! Referee Brown calls for the bell…DING! And we’re underway! Aiden Miles scolds Referee Brown right off the bat, telling her to give him a fair shake. The scantily clad female referee will do her best but that’s the price you pay for breaking a referee’s heart! Tyrael paces back and forth, not amused in the slightest over who slept with who or who broke who’s heart over what. Franks: Enough of this shit, let’s go all ready. Fair enough Carl. Aiden Miles charges after the much larger Tyrael…BOOM! Miles lands on the back of his head after running right into an immovable object. Follow up stomp by Tyrael hits only canvass as Aiden Miles rolls to the side and nips to his feet. Either brave or stupid, Aiden Miles challenges Tyrael to a test of strength. Franks: Dumb ass. Quadros: Give the man a chance for once, Carl! Geez! Miles and Tyrael lock up. Easy win by Tyrael as he forces Aiden Miles into an ugly form of mercy. Aiden Miles says NO don’t break my wrists! Instead Tyrael blasts him in the face with a head butt! Follow up stomp to the face by Tyrael as Referee Sasha Brown looks on. Tyrael pull Aiden Miles up and whips him hard into a corner! Follow up running shoulder to the face by Tyrael, causing Aiden Miles to fall to his knees in the corner. Franks: I could just feel the air get knocked out of Aiden Miles’ lungs on impact! Tyrael grabs Miles by the head to pull him up. But wait! Aiden Miles starts hammering away with rights and lefts to the kidneys! The crowd starts to get behind the Standard as he backs up Tyrael! Miles stands up and hits Tyrael in the face with a forearm! Another! Another! He looks for an Irish whip! Reversed by Tyrael! Off the ropes comes Aiden Miles right into a decapitating big boot to the face! Tyrael makes the cover! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT! Franks: Is this what has become of Aiden Miles? Jobber duty for new PWA talent? Quadros: I think he swallowed the blue pill because this isn’t reality. Franks: I hope you aren’t implying he’ll get a hard-on in this match, Ray. Quadros: It’s a Matrix reference, Carl. I’m the color man, remember? Besides who wouldn’t be packing some wood tonight? Referee Sasha Brown is looking smoking in the ring. Franks: Obviously she’s sending a message to Aiden Miles that he passed up all that for whatever he has now. Tyrael continues his beat down on Aiden Miles with a series of stomps. The crowd starts to get restless, even some changing “Miles! Miles! Miles!” over in the peanut gallery. Tyrael lift Miles up for a vertical suplex…Miles rolls through and lands on his feet! He kicks Tyrael in the stomach as he turns around! Kick! Kick! Kick! Another kick but this one is caught by Tyrael! Dragon whip kick by Aiden Miles drops Tyrael! The crowd pops for the former Premiere Champion! Tyrael starts to get back up slowly as Miles runs towards the ropes. Off comes Miles with a running palm strike that hit’s the newcomer right on the button! Tyrael is backed against the ropes. Another whip by Miles! No reversal this time. Off comes Tyrael with a run through clothesline! Ducked by Miles as he runs towards the ropes now! Off comes Miles! Off comes Tyrael as they meet near the middle of the ring…flying head scissors by Aiden Miles sends Tyrael out of the ring! Franks: Aiden Miles is picking up steam! He hops back to his feet and runs towards the ropes one more time! Off he comes while Tyrael is standing back up! Aiden Miles with a springboard spaceman plancha outside of the ring! CONNECTS! Franks: What a move by Aiden Miles! Quadros: He must be fighting for beer money, Carl, cause he’s bringing it now. Aiden Miles: Oh yeah, baby! He pulls Tyrael back up from the floor and bounces his head off the ring apron! THUMP! Referee Brown ushers both men back into the ring and starts a 10-count. 1! Aiden Miles grabs Tyrael by the head… 2!… bulldog right onto the floor! 3!… “Let’s go Miles, let’s go!” Clap. Clap. 4!… Aiden Miles follow up with a beast double knee drop to the face of Tyrael off the ring apron! 5!… Into the ring rolls Aiden Miles. He starts yelling for Referee Brown to count faster! 6!… Franks: Look at Aiden Miles try to get the cheap count-out win. Quadros: Have you seen the size of Tyrael? I hope we fed him before this match. 7!… Tyrael starts to get up on the outside. Come on! Come on! Count faster! 8!… 9!… Aw damn it, Aiden Miles’ wish didn’t come true as Tyrael slides back into the ring on time. Miles pounces with kicks and stomps to the rising Tyrael. He grabs the bigger man by the hair for another whip…reversed by Tyrael! NO! He reverses and pulls Miles in tight for a powerful belly-to-belly suplex! Franks: And the luck has run out! Quadros: Aw well, it was nice while it lasted. Tyrael now starts to tee off on Aiden Miles, stomping and kicking like no tomorrow. He puts Miles in a full nelson and show cases the Standard off to the world. Tyrael whips Aiden backwards into a full nelson suplex! He hooks the leg…1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT! Tyrael pulls up Miles and elbow him across the back of the neck. Power lift right up into a vertical suplex! BAM! That one hit! Another cover! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT! Tyrael looks up at Referee Sasha Brown and tells her to count a little faster. Franks: I wonder if Tyrael is aware that Miles and Brown dated last year? Quadros: I really don’t think he gives a damn, Carl. Tyrael whips Miles across the ring into a corner with authority! Running with a full head of steam! NO! Aiden Miles sneaks out onto the apron just in time, making Tyrael absorb a chest full of turnbuckle! Aiden Miles with a springboard stunner into the ring! This could be it as he hooks the leg! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT by Tyrael! Miles pops up and runs towards the ropes. Off he comes with a rolling senton splash! Another cover! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!! Aiden Miles gets up and looks out towards the crowd. He drags up a weary Tyrael for a body slam! Franks: Are you kidding me? Quadros: Bad idea. Not enough power by Miles as his lower back gives out, dropping Tyrael to his feet. Tyrael explodes out of no where with a short armed clothesline that drops Aiden Miles like a bad habit! Tyrael shakes off the shots he’s taken and steps on Miles throat with one foot…now both feet! Aiden Miles struggles on the mat until Tyrael steps off! Franks: Geez! That’s how you crush a larynx! Attacking the neck again, Tyrael sinks his claws in for a double handed blatant choke! Referee Sasha Brown starts the count! 1! 2! 3! 4! Tyrael power Aiden Miles up and tosses him halfway across the ring like a rag doll! Miles struggles to a knee and clutches his lower back after that toss! He never sees Tyrael coming with a follow up knee to the side of the head! Cover! 1!…2!…2.999932144!! Clutch KICK OUT by Aiden Miles! Franks: He’s still alive in this one but Tyrael is calling for the end! Quadros: Say your prayers. Tyrael pulls Aiden Miles up onto his shoulders for the Fall From Grace stunner! NO! Aiden Miles wiggles free and falls back onto his feet! Follow up spinning heel kick snaps right between Tyrael’s eyes, staggering him back into a corner! “Miles! Miles! Miles!“ Aiden Miles stumbles to his feet and jumps onto the second turnbuckle. He looks out towards the crowd with a closed fist! Now he starts hammering away! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!! Final tornado DDT out of the corner by Aiden Miles! Franks: What an implant! Quadros: But Tyrael still isn’t staying down! Sure enough Quadros is right! Tyrael is getting to his feet but his legs are wobbling. He walks right into Aiden Miles…BODY SLAM! The crowd roars! Franks: He had the power for that one! Quadros: And who said light heavyweights can’t deadlift? The Standard is looking for one more big move as he brings up a reeling Tyrael. He spins the bigger man around and BAM! CRASH LANDING! Captured suplex backbreaker! Aiden Miles hooks the leg! ONE!…TWO!…THREE! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ferdinand: And the winner of this match…AIDEN MIIIILES!! “Sound of Madness” kicks back up as Referee Sasha Brown raises Aiden Miles arm in the air! He celebrates for the moment before sliding out of the ring and running up the ramp way towards the back, giving high fives along the way! Franks: I don’t think we’ll ever understand Aiden Miles. Quadros: Better luck next time Tyrael. AND SO THEY MEET AGAIN Written by: Sita & Donnie The dim corridoor fills with light as Cady Coleman saunters through the doors. It had beensome time since she had been present on fight night and never before on these corridoors yet here she is once again... Cady Coleman: Shut up just shut up he's not here ok I don't care what you say I'll get in and back out tonight we will be fine! Shrugging her whole body she took a deep breath, lowered her eyes and turned the corner and BANG! Tony Field here's a commotion. He glances down to whole only to be stopped in his tracks by Cady Coleman, yet another from his past. Noticing her antics, Tony tried to duck and hide, but Cady was right there on him. Looking up she cussed quietly to herself... Cady Coleman: You jinxed me you ass why couldn't you keep your trap shut! Tony looked shocked to say the least. Unsure of whether to talk or run, he decides to risk it Tony Field: Uhmmm...Cady? Cady Coleman: WHAT? Snapping her head up she looked at him, her whole body felt like it was being burnt alive, it was him...wasn't it? Not just another mind game? Tony looked at her in utter awe. Could this possibly be the same person he nearly left his wife for years before? The only person he'd evern found even close to being just like him? He really couldn't buy it, but it had to be her. He knew those subtle breasts all too well. Tony Field: Cady...that is you isn't it? Cady looked at him like he was mental and rolled her eyes, god it was him vast intellect and all... Cady Coleman: Who the fuck else do you know who has a body like this Tony, you should know you where all over it for long enough! Tony wanted to turn and run the other way, to hide and never be seen by her again. He wasn't real sure if it was because of unsettled feelings for her, or out of fear of her sudden behaviour. Tony Field: So...how have you been? Haven't seen you in a long time. Laugher spat out from her lips before she could stop it. As she looked at him longer she saw his unease at being around her, it was odd to be near him again after so long, so much had changed and it was all because of him. Cady Coleman: I'm fine... Snapping her head to the side and glaring at the thin air beside her she sneered... Cady Coleman: Of course he doesn't know you idiot how could he? Unless you told him... Tony strained his eyes, glaring at Cady, then to the thin air next to him. Tony Field: Who...who are you talking to? Told me what? Cady Coleman: It's none of your business who I talk to and what I do is it...hasn't been since you saw it fit to bed my sister as means to break up with me Tony! She tried not to listen to the voice telling her that he knew her secrets, that he knew what she'd done... Cady Coleman: How could he know? He can't...he wasn't there so how could he know! Stop lying to me! Taking a step backwards from Tony she watched him intently to see if there where any signs he knew anything Tony Fieild: Know, know what? Who the fuck are you talking...and you know damn well it didn't go down like that. Okay, yeah, I diddled your sister. I can't deny that. But it wasn't a means to an end with you, and you damn well know that. You honestly have no clue of what was really going on that night do you? Cady Coleman: I knew I was coming to tell you I loved you...stupid mistake that was only to find you with my sister, her skirt hitched up and you fucking her...please elaborate on what more could have been going on Tony and as I said who I talk to now is none of your business! Tony looked like he was really starting to grow aggitated by the whole scenario, but he took a deep breath trying to keep himself under control. Tony Field: First of all, I warned you out the gate that I was a married man and not to trust me in that sense. I told you that sexually, I'd show you the time of your life, and professionally, I'd make sure you're career would soar, did I not? Tony paushed a moment, but never gave her a chance to answer. Tony Field: I sure as hell did. I kept up my end. I warned you not to fall in love. Second of all, w hat I did with your sister, it wasn't what you thought it was. Looks can often times be decieving. Cady Coleman: How can walking in finding her up against a wall, her skirt up, your trousers down and you both gruting and gasping be seen as anything other than you fucking one another? I just hope you where more careful with her than you where with me! Instantly she regretted what she had said, reeling in her words her eyes flickered to the ground. What had she said, why can't you just leave me alone and I wouldn't make these mistakes Tony eyed up Cady, with a struggled look of cocern. Tony Field: Cady, I was as careful with you as I'd ever been with anyone outside of Anne, and in some ways, I was even more careful and true to you than I was to her at that time. I can stand here all day though and make execuses for what I did, but the simple fact is, if you want to be vindictive toward anyone, take it up with your whore of a sister not me. Maybe it's best if she tells you what really happened, because honestly, I feel no need to make any execuses. Cady Coleman: It's funny how seeing her fucking you kinda spoilt our relationship isn't it so I can't really ask her and as for you well I honestly want no excuses. You did what you did and then I had to do what I did to make it right it was the only way to make sure you weren't part of my life anymore, I had to get rid of everything I had of you inside me because it made me sick... Muttering incoherently to herself her hands twitched and her eyes flickered from side to side... Tony Field just shook his head, not sure of what to make of any of this. Tony Field: You want the truth? I spent two days in the hospital after that, whatever it was she gave me to drink before that, made me sick. If you really want to get to the bottom of all of this, check the fucking blood work. Hell, I'll release the medical records to you if that's what it takes. But I've had enough of this. I got enough of this soap opera bullshit going on to last me a lifetime, I don't really need this. Tony started to walk away, and he stopped, turned back to Cady. Tony Field: I'm not sorry for your sister, that wasn't my doing, and if you'd do some digging, you'd find out. But I am sorry if I led you on anyway at all. I did have feelings for you, I won't lie, and to put you in that position when I was married with kids, that was wrong of me. For that, I am sorry. Shrugging she turned away from him and then stopped, muttering again then she screamed out in anger... Cady Coleman: He doesn't know what I've done to him, if he knew when I left what I had come to tell him then it might be here but he doesn't know and thats how it's gonna stay so don't go telling him anything! She chuckled a little and looked back at Tony with a sly smile playing on her lips. A WARNING Written by: Rich & Neil A line of fans are seen around the food court area where Captain Howdy is sitting behind a table, doing his public relations duty here tonight in Columbus, Ohio. He signs away on random official Captain Howdy merchandise such as suspenders, posters, and even the inside scalp of a look-a-like wig. Not bad for a guy who breaks necks for a living. As he’s going about his PWA business, over walks Board member Nikki Cortez, as directed by Daz Van Dyke. Looking mighty troubled over what has been requested of her, she bypasses the line of fans and prepares to do what she has to in order to get the name of who in PWA is feeding Cairo Conspiracy “truth” about her husband fixing matches. Nikki: Captain Howdy? CH: (Looking up) Nikki Cortez, what a nice surprise!! How are you, and how is James doing? Nikki: He’s, um, getting better each day. Would you kindly rest your wrist for a moment? I need to speak with you. CH: Of course. (Turning to the crowd) I'll be right back. Give me about five or ten minutes? (The Captain stands, and walks out from behind the table, to an area where he and Nikki can have some privacy) CH: Now then, what can I do for you? Continuing to show some signs of hesitation in her voice, she remembers what Daz Van Dyke threatened to do if she did not come through. Nikki: I’ll cut right to the chase. This thing between you and Daz Van Dyke. It has to come to an end. CH: Oh, it will, my dear. When Daz' blood decorates the ring and soaks into my clothes. Just like we had discussed before. Nikki: Yeah, that’s just not going to be possible I’m afraid. The…Board…has decided to crack down on the physical altercations between them and the wrestlers. You know, before someone gets hurt. CH: Really? How disappointing. They must know that I'm not going to stop trying to get to Daz, though. After all, I didn't start this whole thing, but I will indeed be the one to finish it. Cortez looks to be uneasy over Howdy’s response. CH: Besides, he's the only one I'm really looking to do anything to. The rest I could care less about. Nikki, if I may say so, you look a bit...stressed. I hope you aren't scared of me or anything. You should know better than that. Nikki: No, I’m okay. It’s just that this thing between you and Mr. Van Dyke it is finished now, understand? We can’t have it anymore. I… She bites her bottom lip. Nikki: I won’t have it anymore. If you persist on threatening Mr. Van Dyke at any further PWA events, you will be punished. The fines have not worked so maybe taking away future title shots will. CH: Nikki, I don't think you want to do that. And, I also know that there's no real reason for you to be protecting Daz. What's really going on? Mrs. Cortez lets out a sigh. Nikki: Nothing is going on. I am just warning you. Do not go near Daz Van Dyke at PWA events. It’s over. Understood? CH: Interesting choice of words, Nikki..."At PWA events". Is there somewhere else you'd rather have me go near him? Nikki: What? No! It’s over between to two in PWA. She winks with a slight hint towards Captain Howdy. Nikki: As much as Daz disgusts me, we can’t have his blood spilt in the PWA. Especially tonight when he need to look good… She shudders. Nikki: …for our dinner date… She shudders again. Nikki: …at The Algonquin in Manhattan this Friday night at 7 P.M. Understand? The Algonquin in Manhattan at 7 PM Friday night? CH: Funny thing, I was planning to take Nadia to that very establishment this week. Nikki: Oh really? Perhaps we will see you there. Wink, wink, nod, nod. CH: Perhaps. (Wink) Now, I think I should get back to my adoring public. Would you care for an autograph? Free of charge, of course. Nikki: Um, I would if I had something to sign. (The Captain walks away, back to his table, and retrieves one of the 8x10 pictures he has on hand. He signs it and, after a few moments, comes back to Nikki. He hands it to her, upside down, so she can see something written there.) CH: With my compliments. Mrs. Cortez accepts the picture and read the message with a smile. Nikki: Why thank you, Captain Howdy. I’ll make sure to hold onto this for years to come. CH: My pleasure. Now, I don't want to lose my job for not fulfilling my obligations. So, if you will excuse me... Nikki: Of course. Carry on. (The Captain takes Nikki's hand, and kisses the back of her knuckles gently, before smiling at her, and turning back to his autograph session. He snarls for the next person in line to walk up, and goes back to his signing.) NON-TITLE Ashton Crowley vs. Natalie Snow © Written by: Andrew PREVIEW: Early in his PWA career, fans witnessed Ashton Crowley beat up a woman just because she was with Tony Field. That unfortunate incident lead to many being disgusted by Crowley’s out of ring antics when it came to women. In steps the Light Heavyweight Champion, Natalie Snow. Being the first female champion in PWA history, Ms. Snow has been known to be very vocal in the past. Yet when it came to this controversy, she was mum on the matter. Perhaps she is willing to make a statement in the ring against Crowley? This one might be the most interesting match of the night. (The lights to the arena go out and "Scavengers of the Damned" by Aiden 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 around the ring, awaiting the arrival of his opponent.) (The opening strains of Santana's "Black Magic Woman" begin to play over the PA system, and the crowd rises to to their feet anas 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. Clad in the red and black catsuit that serves as her hardcore attire, and twirling her signature stillettos in her hand, Natalie wears a grin as she enters the arena, but the smile on her face freezes and begins to dissolve when she hears sections of the fans chanting her rival's name.) (As she makes her way down toward the ring, Natalie's features harden as she stares daggers at her opponent, before suddenly breaking out into a sprint toward the circle, leaping onto the top strand, and sailing off into a Diving Rider Kick (Front-Flip Missile Dropkick) that catches the unsuspecting Crowley in the back of the head! This strike connects with such force that it causes Ash to tumble through the ropes to the arena floor, and Natalie is quick to take advanatge of the situation by springing to her feet, and then vaulting into a Slingshot Bodysplash that connects flush across her rival's back just as he begins to rise!) (Taking little notice of Andy Sheppard's admonishment, or of the fact that these actions are starting to elicit some boos and catcalls from sections of the audience, Natalie simply dusts herself off, and unleashes a wild, shrill battle cry as she assumes the mount and fires away with a two handed flurry of punches and bitch slaps, hurling curses and abuse at him all the while! After a few moment, Crowley manages to work himself into a position where he can kick her off of him and to the floor, but Snow simply gets to her feet and unleashes another battle cry as she charges forward at the rising Ashton and tries to take his head off with a Yakuza Kick! NO! Crowley uses Natalie's momentum again her by ducking down into a drop toehold that causes the Light Heavyweight Champion to pitch forward into the steel steps!) (There's an almost regretful expression upon the face of Ashton as she stares down at the sight of Natalie as she rolls around on the floor, moaning in pain as she clucthes her face in her hands. Letting out a sigh, Crowley hauls her back to her feet, rolls her into the ring, and then hops onto the apron before executing a nice Slingshot Splash onto Natalie and then applying the lateral press for the first cover of the match: 1...2...Thre-Foot on the ropes! Shaking his head, Crowley hauls her up by the arm and pulls her into a hard short-arm knee to the gut before cinching in a front facelock and lifting her up so that she bounces off the top rope before taking her over into a a well-executed Slingshot Suplex! Ash uses the momentum of this move to roll on top of her, and makes a point of hooking the leg on the ensuing cover: 1....2....THRE-NO! Shoulder Up!) (Crowly takes a deep breath and then stares out into the crowd and signals his desire to end the match as he pulls Natalie back to her feet by the hair and cinches in another front facelock, before lifting her up and dropping her head-first into the mat with a sick Implant DDT! The look of regret on his face appears to be more pronounced as he watches her lie motionless upon the mat, and he lets out a sigh of resignation as he rolls her over and applies the cover: 1....2....THREE! NO! NATALIE WON'T STAY DOWN! This kick out earns a pretty big pop, especially from the females in attendance, and prodcues a look of disbelief upon the face of Crowley, who mouths the words "Stay down! I DON'T want to hurt you!" After taking a moment to regain his cool, Ash pulls her up by the arm and bends it into a wristlock before draping his leg across the back of her neck in preparation for the Rocker Dropper that he calls THE ETERNAL HANGOVER!) Quadros: THIS IS IT!!! Franks: NO! NATALIE COUNTERS!!! (Indeed, Natalie somehow has the presence of mind to twist herself around so that she's facing the off-balance Ash, and then falls forward into an STO of sorts, landing on top of him in the mounted position! Before Crowley can react, Snow grabs him by the hair and headbutts him directly in the nose! OH! And then she does it again! And AGAIN! Not wasting a moment, Natalie rolls her opponent over, and then pulls his arms back and proceeds to drive him face-first into the mat with her trademark Curb Stomp! Footprint in the Snow! Without wasting another moment, Natalie then leaps onto the top rope and then somersaults forward into a Front Flip Double Foot Stomp that drives the soles of her feet into the back of her opponent's head!) Crowd: OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!! (As a nasty grin form on her face, the PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion pulls her opponent back to her feet by the hair and then proceeds to return the favor for the DDT that he delivered earlier by nailing him with a Snap Legsweep DDT in return! Snow quickly somersaults backward onto her rival, and hooks the leg on the ensuing cover: 1....2....THRE-Kick Out! Undaunted, Natalie waits for her opponent to rise, and then proceeds to leap up into a beautiful Butterfly Kick that clips Ash on the jaw and sends him stumbling back into the corner where he lands in a seated position. Unleashing yet another shrill cry, Natalie proceeds to spring forward into a ferocious Ole Kick , and then proceeds to scrape the sole of her foot across her rival's face, all thw while asking him how it feels to be treated in the same manner that he treated women in the past! ) (Once she's satisfied that she's done enough damage, Natalie then snapmares Crowley out of the corner, and then drops him like a bad habit with a stiff Buzzsaw Kick to the back of the head. As the crowd rises to their feet leaps up to the top rope once again in an effort to end matters once and for all. However, Snow hesistates when she reaches the top rope, for at the moment she notices the figure of Jason Sandman, who is leaning casually against the barricade below her with an expression of amusement upon his face as he watches the action taking place inside the ring.) (Sandman takes a single step forward, casuing Natalie's eyes to go wide with shock and anger as she asks him what the hell he's doing out here! Jason just smirks as he tells her that he's getting a better view of the action, and punctuates this statement by taking another step forward toward the corner where Natalie stands! Natalie tells Jason to get the fuck away from her; Sandman merely shrugs and tells his best friend's wife that she should concentrate upon what's happening inside the ring. Natalie looks backward, and sees that Ashton is in the process of rising to his feet, and quickly leaps off toward him with a Flying Bodypress! NO! Crowley somehow sensed the attack was coming and counters by leaping up into Natalie that catches her in the face and causes her to crash hard in the mat!) (Quickly rising to his feet, Crowley spends a moment staring down at the whimpering form of Natalie as she begins to struggle to her hands and knees as she clutches her face. Shaking his head, Ash then pulls her up by the arm and proceeds to spike her down HARD onto her face with the Eternal Hangover, before quickly rolling her over and hooking her leg on the cover: 1.........2.........THREEEEEEEEE!!!!!) Ferdinand: Here is your winner....ASHTON CROWLEY!!!! (Crowley conducts a subdued celebration inside the ring for a few seconds before leaving the ring, while Jason simply shrugs his shoulders and makes his way toward the exit. After a moment, Natalie begins to stir, and, after realizing what happened, lets out a loud scream filled with anger as she slams the mat in fury before rolling out of the ring and making her way up the ramp, hissing curses under her breath all the while!) BROUGHT TO YOU BY WHAT?! Written by: Kyle Dustin is looking in the mirror at his freshly tailored suit that the company, of which he never even took the time to go over the ins and outs of this sponsorship, right down to even the name of the brand, had bought him. He does a micheal jacksonish spin...well the best spin he could muster being 6'9 and over three hundred pounds. "Whoo damnit if I aint looking good!" Dustin stops just in time to talk to the director who had come up behind him. "Well Mr. Jacobs arent we looking fine and feeling frisky!?! That suit really brings out your eyes!" The director gives a coy smile at Dustin. Which in turn makes Dustin remember the little run in with the S&M midget freak at last weeks Conflict. His stomach gurgles and turns. "There aint no way in hell that im gonna go through this again!" He steps back from the director in a defensive manner. The director is taken aback from this gesture and snaps his fingers in the air. "Places everybody, places!" Under his breath Dustin is sure he heard the director call him a overroided gorilla! In the end though Dustin lets it go as this is a BIG sponsorship and could make him a fat payday plus get his name out there even more! Dustin is standing between two objects on a table. Both of the objects are covered with a white cloth and marked A and B. Dustin doesnt know what is under the cloth's but he knows that apparently there in a square box so it couldnt be a soda brand. Which makes Dustin kinda bummed because as he has been a big star before he knows that if you get a Pepsi deal you were set for the entire year! Two goodlooking women enter the room and stand on either side of him and look at the camera. They start to smile that perfect hollywood smile all the starlets have. Finally a man that is dressed in a suit that looked exactly like Dustins but much smaller walks in the room. "You just read the cue cards and we will get through this big guy!" He gives Dustin a fake smile and turns towards the camera. "Action!" The director bellows as Dustin faces the screen behind the two starlets as the lead pitchmen starts to talk in a booming voice. "Hi everybody out there. Its your favorite spokesperson Roddy McRod-Rod! Here to tell you about this new discovery. Let me ask you women do you hate having to switch things out? Do you hate having to pull strings just to get things done? Do you hate feeling.....not so clean?" Dustin raises an eyebrow to this inquiry. What the hell was he talking about? "Well with the help of space age material being advanced everyday we have come up with the forever...." The host stops himself. "Well let me first introduce you to our celebrity co-host. From the PWA Dustin "Posterboy" Jacobs." Dustin steps in front of the two eye candy models and starts to read the cue card. "Hi everybody out there. This is "The Posterboy" coming to you for...." Dustin looks at the name of the company for the first time as he scrolls down the card...."The PIU company asking you to check out there new product line. Lets give some questions to these ladies." Dustin asks the first model what she thought of the products. She smiles and points to the A cloth. "Well I thought product A kept it all up there and no leaks for me whatsoever! I would use it again! Product B on the other hand well it leaked constantly and made a bloody mess!" Both of the women laugh and snicker as Dustin is trying to figure out what is so funny. He shakes it off and goes to the second women. "How about you sweetie! What did you think of the products?" Dustin keeps asking the question although he still doesnt know what he's pitching! The second woman smiles "I pretty much think the same thing. It sure did save me time on cleaning up and such! I put my faith in this product!" She really turns it on as Dustin turns from her and back to the screen to read the cards. "There you have it folks when you want a...." The next words on the cue card almost make Dustin faint. He thinks about just walking out but figures what the hell people probably would never see this! It was sure to be played overseas or something! ".....Maxi Pad, you need the PIU brand! Thats the Plug It Up Brand Maxis! Just tell em' The Posterboy sent ya!" Dustin looks half sick as the girls pull the cloths off of the boxes of pads and the vibrant colors fill the lens. The jingle is what finally makes Dustin lose his lunch as the screen fades to black.... "If you got a leak and you want to be discreet! If your flowing like thunder and its coming from down under! Just try PlugItUp Maxis! Tell em' Posterboy Sent Ya!" REGULAR RULES Bryce Michaels vs. Tony Field Written by: Neil PREVIEW: Last week Bryce Michaels stuck his nose in Tony Field’s business when he hit Chris Michaels with a C-4 before Field had the chance to pin the Tag Team Champion. In Dysfunction, Field has been turning heads and demanding a Tag Team Title shot against the Era. But Bryce Michaels has plans of his own. Being one half of M&M, and a tag team #1 contender, Michaels wants to put to rest this Dysfunction theory over who deserves the Point of No Return shot. The winner here will bolster their tag team’s hopes for a future match against The Era. "Man in a Box" by Alice and Chains begins to play as the crowd breaks out into a mixed reaction. Out steps Bryce Michaels with his black robe. He stops on the entrance ramp, raises his hands in the air, and golden pyro shoots off into the sky. He walks down to the ring and all ready starts giving Referee Andy Sheppard the business. Lights go out, green and gold lighting come on. Streaming fountain pyro flow as theme music starts and Tony Field steps through the fountain. He plays the cheering crowd then jumps to apron, hops over top rope, climbs turnbuckle, and raises his right index finger toward the sky. Franks: This match was set-up last week when Bryce Michaels made an uninvited appearance near the end of the main event. Just as Field was going to hit the Field Envy on ‘Hotshot’ Chris Field, Bryce appeared and hit a C-4 before Field could finish the job. Quadros: I don’t know what Tony Field is all upset for. Him and Crowley are butting into M&M and Era business. Referee Andy Sheppard call for the bell and this match is underway! The two evenly matched wrestlers meet in the middle of the ring for and tie up. Bryce Michaels wins out right with a head lock and circles the ring with Field in the vice, showing off the crowd how superior he is. Field looks for a push off but Bryce Michaels has the head tight. Field shifts momentum and breaks free with a swoop back drop! Bryce Michaels pops back up and looks to level Field in retaliation…hip toss by Field! Bryce Michaels back up! Another hip toss by Field! Bryce Michaels shoots back in, hip toss again! Bryce Michaels slides out of the ring and pounds on the ring apron with frustration. Franks: Bryce Michaels needs to put London McCormack’s injury behind him and focus on Field tonight. Quadros: Bryce Michaels is better than Tony Field will ever be! Tony Field gains a cheer from the crowd as he tells Bryce Michaels to get his ass back in the ring. Bryce Michaels slides back into the ring and finds Field all ready on top of him, being the aggressor. Forearm to the face by Field followed up by another one. Irish whip by Tony Field and Bryce Michaels comes off the ropes, getting rolled over by a kitchen sink. Oh! Thumb to the eye by Bryce Michaels! Quadros: Good move Bryce! < Bryce Michaels follows up with a solid knife-edge chop! WHOOO!! Chop! WHOOOO!!! Irish whip by Bryce Michaels and Field bounces off straight into a drop kick to the face! Bryce Michaels with a cover! 1...2...KICK OUT! Bryce Michaels applies a hammerlock on the canvass, making Tony Field work to get to his feet. As Field tries to power out, he leaves himself vulnerable and gets placed into a stretch plum. The crowd gets into it as well and Field begins to feed off of them. At last Tony Field is able to power his way out of the hold and flips Bryce Michaels over his shoulder. Franks: These fans give Tony Field a new lease on life in this match. Bryce Michaels and Field meet back up again with a clench. Bryce Michaels pushes Field back into a corner where the he delivers a solid knee to the midsection. Bryce Michaels takes the doubled-over Field by the head and is trying for a tornado DDT out of the corner! BAM! Oh! That was Bryce Michaels’ head bouncing off the canvass as he went all out for the DDT but Field went no where because he grabbed onto the top rope! Field shoots in and folds Bryce Michaels up with a bridging pin! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Franks: Tony Field nearly was able to pick up the victory there! Quadros: If Bryce Michaels hit that DDT it would have been lights out Tony Field! Tony Field picks up the stunned Michaels and goes behind the back! German suplex by Field! He hold on and rolls through…another German suplex by Field! Again he holds on and rolls through…no! Bryce Michaels blocks the trifecta and then delivers a back elbow to break free. Bryce Michaels runs towards the ropes looking for a clothesline but Field ducks that, kicks Bryce Michaels in the midsection, then follows up with a delayed vertical suplex! Field hooks the leg! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT!! Franks: Another near fall for Tony Field and he’s proving himself to be a legitimate threat to Bryce Michaels tonight. The Columbus crowd pops loudly as Tony Field applies an Indian Deathlock. Bryce Michaels is reaching out for the ropes but they are too far away! Bryce Michaels is in some trouble here! Tony Field is yelling out for Bryce Michaels to tap to his Indian Deathlock! Bryce Michaels continues to fight the pain until Field releases the hold and looks to go to the top turnbuckle! Rare territory for Tony Field and the crowd cheers for him! OH! Bryce Michaels with an obvious kick to the rear end of Referee Sheppard, knocking him into the ropes! Field loses his balance and falls down hard onto the floor! Franks: Bryce Michaels with a blatant attack on the referee! He should be disqualified! Quadros: The referee walked into his foot, Carl! Bryce Michaels gets up and rolls out of the ring. He drags Field to his feet only to slam him hard into the barrier outside. Bryce Michaels follows up with a knee to the face! Referee Sheppard gets back up and yells for this match to come back inside the ring, something Bryce Michaels has no problem with as he rolls Field in. Sling shot leg drop by Bryce Michaels and he hooks the leg! 1...2...THRE!! Bryce Michaels looks up towards Referee Sheppard as he pulls Field to his feet. Northern Lights Suplex! Bridge! 1...2...2.99646143478!!! Franks: Clutch kick-out by Tony Field! Quadros: That was close! Bryce Michaels gets up and stalks Tony Field for the C-4! He waits! And waits! And wait! Field gets up and Michaels pounces! C-4! NO! Tony Field blocks and spins Michaels around into a Russian Leg Sweep! Both men are down! As Referee Sheppard gets to a 6-count, Bryce Michaels gets up first. Tony Field gets up a moment later. They both meet in the center of the ring. CHOP by Field! WHOOOO!! CHOP by Bryce Michaels! WHOOOO!! CHOP by Field! WHOOOO!! CHOP by…Field! WHOOOO!! CHOP! WHOO! CHOP! WHOO! CHOP! WHOO!!! All chops by Tony Field! Irish whip by Field…Bryce Michaels off the ropes into a high back body drop! Bryce Michaels pops back up with his feet wobbling! Swinging neckbreaker by Field and the Michaels is down for good! Tony Field shakes his head and feels the momentum as he points to the top turnbuckle. The crowd pops! Franks: Tony Field is going to the top turnbuckle again! Quadros: He’s going to fail again! Field looks down at Bryce Michaels as the flash photography is going off! He jumps! Flying elbow drop! CONNECTS! No cover by Tony Field! He slowly gets to his feet and tells Bryce Michaels to get up! The Master Manipulator slowly wobbles to his feet and turns around! Field is waiting!…Real Deal super kick? NO! Tony Field instead hits Bryce Michaels with his own C-4!! The crowd pops! Franks: Oh! Tony Field with a C-4 on Bryce Michaels! Sending a message that Bryce’s assist with a C-4 last week was not welcome! Quadros: That’s gimmick infringement! Bryce should sue for millions! Tony Field again doesn’t cover as he pulls up Bryce Michaels, kicking him in the stomach for good measure! FIELD ENVY pedigree! Bryce Michaels has been laid out! Field makes the cover as the crowd counts…ONE!…TWO!…THREE! Ding! Ding! Ding! Tony Field’s music kicks back up as Referee Andy Sheppard raises his arm in the air. Field looks down at Bryce Michaels for a moment and then signals he wants gold around his waist…PWA Tag Team gold that is! Franks: Another win by Tony Field! Dysfunction are 2-0 tonight in singles action. Can they have their tag team title shot now? Quadros: Only if Era says so! And they say NO! COMPETITION?! Written by: Neil Following her odd conversation with Captain Howdy, Nikki Cortez is seen walking backstage towards her office once again. Carrying her signed autograph picture of Howdy, she looks down at it with a smile and enters the office. Suddenly her smile turns to a grimace as Daz Van Dyke is sitting in her chair with his feet up on her desk. DVD: Well, how’d it go, love? Was Howdy receptive to your threats? Nikki: He was. He has vowed to leave you alone from now on at PWA events. DVD: Splendid! Mum was right, he does have a thing for you. Nikki: He doesn’t have anything for me! DVD: What have you got there? Let me see it! Daz tries to snatch the autographed picture of Captain Howdy from her grasp but she’s a fighter. Especially when Howdy wrote on the picture: “I'll be there. You have nothing to worry about." Van Dyke struggles to get the picture free from her grasp until he wins out. Nikki: Hey! Give that back to me! DVD: An autographed picture of Captain Howdy? That son of a bitch! He’s making moves on my woman! Nikki: Your woman?! DVD: That asshole Howdy! I don’t even get a chance to take you out yet and he’s cock blocking me! Van Dyke yells as he knees a hole through the Captain Howdy picture in anger, completely missing the hidden message Howdy left for Nikki. He then runs out of the room in a hissy fit. Nikki: God I can’t wait to see him in traction. NON-TITLE Dustin Jacobs vs. Jake Keeton © Written by: John PREVIEW: Dustin Jacobs thinks he’s hot stuff, a real poster boy for PWA action. He beat a former Premiere Champion in Aiden Miles last week and now he will be staring across the ring at the current PWA World Heavyweight Champion, Jake Keeton. The All-American Nightmare continues to battle his critics who say he’s only the Champion because he screwed over Nighthawk at High Stakes 2. Regardless of what anybody says, he holds the strap and needs to keep his head on a swivel in this one. Jacobs will be looking to gain notoriety while Keeton has everything to lose. FREDDY FERDINAND: The following non-title contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, accompanied by Dade Davis and Chris Michaels; from Lexington, Kentucky, weighing in at 217 pounds. He is the PWA World Heavyweight Champion, "The All-American Nightmare"--JAKE KEETON!! *Every light in the arena goes out and the crowd goes silent. Suddenly a single spotlight hits the entrance as the heavy opening guitar rift of Drowning Pool's "Sinner" hits the arena. The spotlight splits into three as the lyrics kick in.... "Bend me shape me misdirect me Its all the same to me Look at all this useless talk Look at all this useless talk Look at all this useless talk" The Sinners Club appears one by one from behind the curtain into the glow of their own spotlight to the jeers of the crowd in attendance. All smug, the three come together as Jake Keeton has the PWA World Title around his waist and and Chris Michaels and Dade Davis have the PWA Tag-Team titles lung over their shoulders. As they three comes together, so do the spotlights. "You look at me but you dont see Understand Im a sinner Dont corner me Dont lecture me Raise your hands you're a sinner" As this line is said, the spotlight breaks back into three and fire shoots up from the entrance behind the Sinners Club as Jake Keeton raises one hand and points straight in the air, Dade Davis puts both arms out to the side and tilts his head back to bask in the jeers in his trademark entrance pose and Chris Michaels throws both arms in the air with his fists to the sky. The three enter the ring and stand in the middle of the ring, taking in more hate from the fans.* CARL FRANKS: And of course, our champion brings Dade Davis and Chris Michaels over to ringside. RAY QUADROS: That's because sinners always win. CARL: Not necessarily, thank you very much. FREDDY: And his opponent, weighing 268 pounds, he is "The Poster Boy," DUSTIN JACOBS! *The lights go down as "Hero of the Day" by Metallica blares. Red strobes start to flash around the building as Dustin walks down the ramp focused on the ring and nothing else.* CARL: How about Dustin Jacobs folks! He has only been with this company for a few weeks now, and already he's beaten a former Premiere Champion in Aiden Miles. RAY: Yeah, but Jake is at his best tonight--ol' poster boy don't stand a chance! *Referee Andy Sheppard calls for the bell to get things going.* [DING!] RAY: Game on! *Jacobs and Keeton stare each other down for a moment before locking up. It is Jake with the early advantage here as he sizes up his opponent with some clubbing, hard right hands to the top of Jacobs' head. Seizing the early momentum, Jake sends Dustin for the ride and WHAM! A hard clothesline sends Jacobs down to the mat, where Jake cinches in a textbook armbar. Jacobs is already in a bad way, but somehow, he manages to wiggle free of the hold and get back to his feet. Jake follows suit and begins to charge toward his opponent, but Dustin ducks out of the way and fires off a series of stinging left hands to the temples of the current PWA World Heavyweight Champion. As Jake staggers backwards, Jacobs seizes the opportunity to send his opponent for the ride. Jake bounces off the strands and gets planted by a solid powerslam/pinning combination.* (ONE...TWO...AND NOPE!) *Dustin doesn't complain--he came here to beat the champ! Jacobs grabs Keeton by the neck and sets him up--SMACK! A grapevine into a hard vertical suplex sends the champion down to the canvas, but "The Poster Boy" isn't done yet, for he picks up Keeton once more and tries to bodyslam him. Unfortunately, an instinctive Jake Keeton rakes the eyes of his opponent, stopping his momentum and earning some stern words from Andy Sheppard.* SHEPPARD: WATCH THE EYES JAKE! *Blinded by the eye rake, Jacobs staggers back to the ropes. Keeton sends his opponent crashing sternum-first into a set of turnbuckles; Jacobs staggers back--and right into a reverse-DDT from Jake Keeton. Now looking up at lights once again, Jacobs can only cringe as he begins to get the crap stomped out of him by Jake's boots. After a few vicious stomps to the head, Jake gets down on his knees and chokes his opponent in front of the ref!* SHEPPARD: NO CHOKING! ONE...TWO...THREE...FOUR... *Keeton lets go of the choke, but he decides to have some more fun choking out his opponent!* SHEPPARD: ONE...TWO...THREE...FOUR... *Jake lets go of the choke once again as Dade Davis and Chris Michaels taunt some unlucky fans at ringside.* RAY: So far, Jake's had the advantage. CARL: Well Dustin needs to figure something out fast, or this is gonna be a rather short match! *Keeton tries to go for another chokehold, but instead he gets tossed out of the way by Jacobs. Realizing that the pendulum is about to head the other direction, Dustin proceeds to methodically stalk his opponent into the corner. WHOO! WHOO! WHOO! A series of knife-edges begin to turn the chest of the champion into a bright-red color as Jacobs sends his opponent for the ride once again. Off the ropes goes Jake Keeton--and right into a sitdown powerbomb. Jacobs tries to cover his opponent, but Keeton shrugs him off before the ref can even count. Now the match turns into a test of endurance as both men strive to forget about rules and regulations by waylaying into each other with some hard shots to the body and face. Keeton seizes the momentum by using closed fists, prompting the veteran PWA referee Andy Sheppard to lay the count on him!* SHEPPARD: WATCH THOSE FISTS! ONE...TWO...THREE... *Against the ropes, Dustin is sent for the ride once again. This time, Keeton makes the mistake of telegraphing a back bodydrop, turning the tide back over to Jacobs as he plants his rival with a kick to the gut followed by a series of snap suplexes! Now it is Jake Keeton who is seeing lights as he rolls around the canvas and to the outside, where he goes to regroup with his Sinners Club colleagues. Jacobs doesn't want his rival to have ANY rest, so he runs toward the ropes, launches himself into the air...AND TAKES OUT ALL THREE MEMBERS OF SINNERS CLUB WITH A SUICIDE CORKSCREW PLANCHA OFF THE TOP!!* FANS: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! RAY: WHOA! CARL: Do not adjust your sets folks! SHEPPARD: ONE....TWO.... *Andy Sheppard starts his dual ten-count as both men lay outside on the floor. Jacobs finds Keeton within the mass of bodies and rams him right into those steel steps! THUMP!* SHEPPARD: THREE....FOUR..... *Dustin tries to set up his opponent for a slam on the steel steps, but the instinctive Keeton blocks that move and starts to ram Jacobs' head into the steps. THUMP! THUMP! Satisfied, Keeton takes his opposition and chucks him back into the ring. Once inside, Keeton immediately goes up to the top strand and connects flush on the "Poster Boy's" sternum with a diving elbow before making the cover.* (ONE...TWO...THR--CLOSE, BUT NO CIGAR!) *Jake Keeton stands up pissed. He starts pointing at the referee and demands to know why it wasn't a three-count. Sheppard sticks to his guns and tells Jake to focus on the match or risk being DQ'd; Chris Michaels and Dade Davis have picked themselves up off the floor and are now formulating their next strategy as Jake concentrates on giving Mr. Jacobs some more punishment. After delivering some stomps to Dustin's back, "The All-American Nightmare" picks "The Poster Boy" up for some kind of suplex. Dustin blocks the suplex attempt and sends Keeton to the mat with a spinning vertical suplex. Jacobs signals that it's time to end this thing once and for all! Jacobs goes up to the top rope in preparation for his much-feared Chase the Dragon shooting star press and CONNECTS! Jacobs goes for the cover as Sheppard starts counting.* CARL: This could be a GIGANTIC upset folks! (ONE...TWO...) **THWACK!!** CARL: Oh, come on! RAY: I told you Jake had the advantage! *A steel chair from Dade Davis across the back of Dustin Jacobs causes Andy Sheppard to call for the bell!* [DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING!!!!!!!] FREDDY: The winner of this bout--as a result of a disqualification: “The Poster Boy,” DUSTIN JACOBS!! *Now Davis, Keeton, and Chris Michaels are getting in on the act as they continue to stomp the crap out of "The Poster Boy." Davis and Michaels pick up Jacobs and hold him for just a moment; here comes Keeton with chair in hand...* **THWACK!!** [DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING!!!!!!!] CARL: Enough is enough! *A steel chair right across the skull of Dustin Jacobs sends him slumping to the canvas and busts him wide open. The Sinners Club sends Jacobs to the outside, and now they can celebrate! Fans respond by throwing trash into the ring as Keeton, Davis, and Michaels celebrate their latest round of dirty work. The trio continues to taunt some fans sitting at ringside and Davis picks up a microphone when the crowd now begins to come alive and point upward! The cameras point up to the ceiling and catch a very familiar sight to PWA fans all around the world!* RAY: Uh-oh! CARL: Ray, look who’s here! Look who’s here--and he‘s brought something hardcore! *Indeed, we do see Jack Gaither standing just underneath the Value City Arena ceiling, and from the looks of things, “The Angel of Life” wants to have a little discussion with Sinners Club over their actions as of late! “The Golden Eagle,” wearing his newly-customized white robe sans warrior’s mask, makes his way from the confines of the ceiling to the ring along a zip line holding a barbed-wire baseball bat in his hand. Once Jack lands safely in the ring, his attention now becomes focused on the Sinners Club--he wants pieces of all three of those guys! Instead, Keeton, Michaels, and Davis get the heck out of dodge as “The Angel of Life” points his barbed-wire bat in Jake’s general direction; as he does, Sinners Club all break out in laughter and start pointing at Gaither in the ring; Jack gets a microphone and begins a speech of his own.* JACK: So the Sinners Club is made up of nothing but a bunch of itty-bitty cowards and spoiled crybabies! *The crowd goes wild.* vJACK: Know this Jake: next week, you can’t run behind your little friends. You can’t run away from “The Angel of Life,” and you can’t run away from the plague that’s about to strike you! *Now the fans are into it and Davis raises the microphone to his face.* DAVIS: The only plague here Gaither is your presence on the rating. And what is with that outfit? Are you auditioning to play Moses in the new Ten Commandments? *Keeton leans over and motions to davis who hands off the mic.* KEETON: Do you really think we are afraid of you Jack Gaither? You butt in to Sinners Club business once, I take your challenge. You do it again and here we are to give you a fair break and a fair warning. But next week.... JACK: Next week Mr. Keeton: your precious shoulder ornament--the PWA World Heavyweight Title--will become mine..... KEETON: Not even if you bring your little bat to, you scummy piece of shit. *Gaither continues speaking from where he left off, almost as if Keeton never said a word. As he does, Keeton, Michaels and Davis just look at eachother confused and continue to laugh at Gaither's over the top antics.* JACK: And once the Final Plague settles into your little anatomy, you will forever be known as the man who became Jack Gaither’s personal BITCH!! *Jack tosses the microphone away as the crowd cheers wildly. Drowning Pool’s “Bodies” begins to play as “The Angel of Life” makes his way out of the ring to check on Dustin Jacobs; Keeton waives off Gaither and the Sinners Club exit; shortly there after, “The Golden Eagle” and “The Poster Boy” make their way to the back.* RAY: Gaither has a death wish. CARL: I don’t know Ray, but we could be seeing a brand-new World champion next week! RAY: Doubt it, and I’ll put $20 on that match too. CARL: It’s a done deal! OOPS Written by: Rich ::We go to the back, as Daz Van Dyke is coming out of the office if Nikki Cortez. He looks visibly upset, as he storms down the hall. Just as he gets to the corner, he gets knocked over backward by someone coming the other way. A flash of bright green is our first hint as to who this may be, as Daz is collecting himself on the floor:: DAZ VAN DYKE: You IDIOT!!! Why don't you watch where the HELL you're GOING!!! I'm going to have your JOB!!! I'm going to fire you, and make sure you never work AGAIN!!! I'm... ::Suddenly, Daz stops in mid-tirade and his eyes go wide, as he looks up finally, seeing who it was that knocked him down. The camera moves, and we see Captain Howdy, smiling down at Daz. Daz is gasping like a fish out of water, as he tries to choke down his fear and anger at the same time.:: CAPTAIN HOWDY: Now, now. Watch your blood pressure, Daz. After all, I hear you've got a big night upcoming. Perhaps you should slow down before you go around the corners around here. DVD: YOU!!! If you don't get out of here, right now, I'll have you fired!!! I'll make sure you open cards for the rest of your career!!! I'll... CH: You'll do no such thing. All you will do, once you get yourself up off the floor, and go about your business. I've made a promise. One I intend to keep, though it pains me to do so. However, if you fire me, well then I'm no longer bound by any promises made as a PWA employee. Do you follow? DVD: (With a visible shiver) I see what you mean. Where are you going anyway? CH: Nikki called me to her office. Something about my match for next week. I don't expect it to take long. DVD: Make sure it doesn't. Now, get out of here. CH: Certainly. ::The Captain takes a step, planting his walking stick right between Daz' legs, perilously close to his crotch, before moving down the hallway toward Nikki's office. Daz jumps back, hitting his head on the wall, causing him to swear at the departing Captain, who for his part, simply turns and waves. Daz stands up, dusts himself off, then starts to leave, looking carefully around the corner before he walks away and the camera goes back to the ring.:: MAIN EVENT Nighthawk vs. Jason Sandman Written by: Andrew PREVIEW: Nighthawk has called out Jake Keeton for his PWA World Heavyweight Championship re-match at Point of No Return. As the #1 Contender, Nighthawk will have plenty of opponents looking to knock him off his perch. Jason Sandman is one of those men. He had a shot at any title belt in PWA to cash in with many suspecting he’d take a run at the World Heavyweight Championship. He surprised everybody when he called out Natalie Snow for the Light Heavyweight Title. Sandman is by no means a Light Heavyweight wrestler and under normal circumstances wouldn’t even be eligible. This point will be Nighthawk’s main point of discontent about a heavyweight challenging for the title he established in PWA. In this main event these two will battle it out to see which #1 Contender is correct in the Light Heavyweight Championship matter. (The house lights in the arena suddenly fade all the way to black and are quickly replaced by blue and white laser lights which causes the sold-out crowd. As the laser lights flash in time to the song, the familiar opening strains of ""Holding Out For A Hero (Green Destiny 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 keeps his attention focused upon the ring, taking little notice of the Buckeye fans who are saluting his entrance by tossing red-and-silver streamers in his direction. Smirking slightly in amusement in response to his greeting, the Wrestling Machine vaults into the ring, and then climbs on the top turnbuckle and raises one finger above his head before crouching down in his corner to await the start of the match) (Gangsta's Paradise comes on speakers and as it begins Deal With It Bitch Productions Presents logo come on the Teletron. When the opening words are heard the name of Jason Sandman shows up on the teletron. Jason Sandman comes out of the entranceway and as he raises his singapore cane and a steel chair wrapped in barbwire in the air pyro shoots off. Jason Sandman runs down to the ring, throwing the cane and chair over before sliding under the ropes, getting a suprisingly warm reception from the crowd as he enters the ring and makes his way toward his corner/) (The Wrestling Machine keeps his gaze fixed upon the form of his rival as he listens to Steve Upshaw issue some final pre-match instructions, while Jason returns the gaze with an impassive stare of his own before breaking out into a slight smile as he strides to ring center and extends his hand toward the Chicago native. Nighthawk regards Jason with a suspicious glare, but then nods and quickly accepts the gesture with a quick shake of the hand, looking surprised that the Virginia native didn't use it as a means to gain an early advantage. Jason's smile grows just a little bit wider as he nods his head toward his opponent, who simply shrugs as he steps back and watches the ref signal for the match to begin.) *Ding! Ding!* (The two competitors begin to cirlce around one another, before Sandman shoots in without warning and attempts to go for the double leg takedown. Nighthawk sprawls to avoid the attempt and applies a front chancery to his rival, who grabs the arm and tries to reverse into a hammerlock. However, the Wrestling Machine seems to have anticipated this move, because he rolls in the same direction as his opponent so that he can continue to maintain his grip on the hold. The Wrestling Machine then proceeds to convert the hold into one of his world famous (or infamous) cravates, and smiles slightly as watches his opponent squirm slightly in discomfort from the pressure that he's applying to the hold.) (Sandman keeps his cool and works his way back to his feet before attempting to shove his rival off of him and into the ropes. However, Nighthawk shifts his weight to thwart this attempt, and then responds by taking his rival over to a seated position with a Snapmare, and then grabs his opponent by the wrists and pulls his arms back into a Standing Surfboard. Hawk places the sole of his boot upon the shoulder of his opponent, and yanks back as hard as he can upon the arms, casuing his rival to yell out in pain. The ref asks jason if he wants to quit, but gets a flat refusal in response as Jason climbs to his feet and then tries to power his way into a reversal of the crucifix. Once again, Howk appears to be a step ahead of him, for his transitions from this hold into a Double Chicken Wing, and then proceeds to roll his opponent backward into an Australian-Style Tiger Suplex for the first pinfall attempt of the match: 1...2...Sandman twists free, but Nighthawk keeps a hold of the arms and rolls his opponent onto his stomach before flipping forward into a bridge to complete the application of the Arms Across America!) (Nighthawk arches back as high as he can in an effort to draw the submisssion, but Sandman refuses to quit, despite the fact that the hold is locked in tight and that he's a long way from the ropes. Instead, he pushes on the mat with the palm of his hands and after a moment somersaults forward to that he's lying on top of Hawk for a pinning attempt of his own: 1...2...Hawk rolls his opponent back onto his stomach, and then re-applies the Cattle Mutilation, but this time Sandman is close enough to the ropes where he can reach out and latch onto the bottom rope with his hand to force a break of the hold. Nighthawk releases at the count of "four" and looks pretty pleased with himself as he backs toward ring center and motions for his opponent to try his luck again.) (Sandman nods his head as he rises to his feet, and attempts to comply with this request by stepping forward to engage in a lock-up. However, Nighthawk ducks underneath his opponent's clutches at the last moment before applying a side headlock to his larger opponent and then chaining directly into a hammerlock before taking his opponent down with a nice drop toehold. Before Sandman can react, the Wrestling Machine floats up, reapplies the hammerlock, and then rolls him over into a Magistral Cradle for another pin fall attempt: 1....2....THRE-No! Jason JUST manages to twist free at the last moment, and then rolls to the ropes with a disgusted look on his face as Nighthawk backs away to ring center with a self-satisfied smile flickering across his features.) (Jason takes a deep breath as he rises to his feet, and then steps forward to engage Hawk once more; only to stop when the Wrestling Machine drops to his hands and knees and then asks his rival if he still thinks he can wrestle, and to try his luck from this position! The Buckeye faithful let the Michigan graduate know how they feel about this by breaking out into a chant of "Sandman! Sandman!' as Sandman drops down and applies a rear waistlock to his rival. With that smile still flickering across his face, Nighthawk quickly sits out and reverses into a Peterson Roll...Only to have Sandman turn the tables by reaching up with his leg and applying a Grounded Octopus Stretch! Nighthawk's features register a mixture of shock and pain as he tries to maneuver closer to the ropes, but now it's Sandman's turn to think one step ahead as he converts the hold into an Abdominal Stretch and rolls the Wrestling Machine up from behind: 1...2....Nighthawk twists out, but Sandman rolls with him and winds up back where they started-with the rear waistlock still applied to his rival!) (Hawk's smile has now disappeared as he powers his way back to his feet before prying his rival's hands apart and then reversing into a standing wristlock. Hawk then takes his foe down with a back heel trip and scissors the arm bewteen his legs with a Short-Arm Scissors in an effort to damage the arm even further. Jason winces in pain but manages to keep his cool as he performs a back somersault to get to his feet and then deadlifts his rival into the air. Nighthawk tries to thwart Jason's plans to suplex him by spinning around and dropping down into a modified Rana, but once again, Sandman seems to have antiipated this move, because he falls forward and slams Hawk down to the mat with an improvised Dominator that leaves the Wrestling Machine clutching his nose as he lies on the canvas!) (As sections of the crowd break out into a "Sandman's going to kill you!" chant, Jason takes a moment to shake some feeling back into his arm, and then watches through narrow eyes as his opponent up to his hands and knees before cinching in the rear waistlock and then lifting him into the air before slamming him back down hard onto his stomach with a nice amatuer takedown. The Virgina native then rolls over and bridges backward, forcing Hawk's shoulder's the mat for another pin fall attempt: 1...2...Hawk back onto his stomach, only to find himself being lefting back into the air and taken over into a Karelin Lift Suplex. Keeping a hold of the rear wasitlock, Jason floats over to the rear mount, and then deadlifts his rival back up before taking him over into a German Suplex that sends Nighthawk flying upside down against the turnbuckles of the nearest corner before he collapses to the mat and curls up in fetal position on the canvas!) (Jason seems a bit surprised, although not alogether displeased, about the fact that the Columbus fans are starting to warm to him, and he breaks out into a slight smile as he stares out into the crowd and shouts "Your wish is my command, motherfuckers!" as he hauls the stricken Nighthawk back to his feet by the arm and pulls him into a Bearhug, before charging forward and driving the Wrestling Machine back first into the turnbuckles! The Chicago native cries out in agony, and his condition is made that much worse when Jason follows up with a series of shoulder blocks that are so powerful that they lift Hawk off of his feet when they connect! The Virginia native then hoists his smaller opponent up so that he's seated on the top rope, and then climbs up to the second rope behind him and delivers a nasty headbutt that leaves the Wrestling Machine looking out on his feet and leaves him in no positon to defend himself when Jason follows up with a FRANKENSTEINER that sends the smaller man tumbling off the top and crashing to the mat below!) (Even Jason seems surprised that he was able to nail that move as well as he did, and his smile grows even wider as he makes his way over to where his opponent lies and drops on top of him for the cover: 1....2....T-Kick Out! Undaunted, Sandman simply pulls his opponent up the hair before doubling him over with a hard knee to the gut; he then cinches in a front facelock and takes him over into a well executed Vertical Suplex. Keeping a hold of the facelock, Jason pulls Hawk back to his feet and executes a second suplex...and then a third...and a fourth...and then a fifth...and a sixth...he then picks him up once more and lifts him upside down and holds Hawk there...and holds him...and HOLDS him...before finallly dropping down to complete the final Deadly Sin! SEVEN! SEVEN DEADLY SINS! HA HA HA! As one might expect, Nighthawk looks to be just about dead to the world after taking that move sequence, and Sandman's smile grows just a little bit wider as he drops down to apply another lateral press, making certain to hook the leg this time: 1.....2.....THREEENOOO! Another Kick Out!) (Sandman stares down at Hawk, looking a bit surprised that his rival is still able to kick out after all the abuse that he's taken thus far. Hauling him back to his feet by the arm, the Virginia native proceeds to whip his rival back first into the corner, and then barrels in behind him as he attempts to take his head off with the running corner version of the Venom's Strike. NO! Somehow, has the presence of mind to launch a superkick that catches Jason flush on the extended limb! The force of this kick is such that it causes Jason to spin around as he doubles over in pain and clutches his wounded arm, and this allows Nighthawk the opportunity to leap onto the second rope and sail off into a Diving Turnaround Bulldog that spikes Sandman face-first into the mat, and leaves him in no apparent position to defend against the HANGMAN'S CLUTCH attempt that follows!) Franks: THIS COULD BE IT! Quadros: NO! DAMN IT, JASON! FIGHT IT! (And indeed, Jason does fight to prevent Hawk from applying this maneuever by reaching with his free arm and keeping the other arm as crooked as possible so that limb can't be hyper-extended! This allows Jason the opportunity to claw his way toward the ropes and JUST manage to reach out and latch onto the bottom strand only a second after Hawk manages to get his opponent's arm scissored properly! Hawk lets out a loud, angry groan of frustration and wrenches back as much as he can upon his dreaded submission finisher until the count of four, before releasing the hold and and regarding his opponent with a predatory expression on his face as he watches Sandman struggle back to his feet with the help opf the ropes.) (Stepping forward, Hawk catches Jason on the chin with a roaring elbow just as the latter rises, causing him to slump against the ropes. This gives Hawk the opportunity to follow up by grabbing the injured limb and taking Sandman over to the mat with a nasty looking Rolling Wrist Snap. Jason cradles his arm as he rolls around on the mat with an expression of agony upon his face, and his rival breaks out into a predatory smirk as he vaults out to the ring apron and waits for his rival to struggle to his feet before leaping onto the top rope and Springboarding off into a Diving Clothesline that connects flush against the back of his opponent's head! Sandman pitches forward onto his face, and Nighthawk is quick to follow up by re-applying the HANGMAN"S CLUTCH once again! This time, he's got it locked in properly from the start, and wrenches back as hard as he can, casuing Sandman to yell out as his nearly bulge out of his skull. Hawk pulls back even further on the cravate part of this hold, and Sandman reaches out with his hand...) FRANKS: JASON'S GOING TO TAP! HE HAS NO OTHER CHOICE! (.......And pulls himself the fraction of the inch that was needed to allow him to reach out and grab onto the bottom cable once again! Hawk shakes his head with a mixture of anger and fury as he releases the hold once again, before racing off to ropes into a Sliding Elbow Strike that catches Jason from behind in the shoulder as the latter pulls himself up to his knees! Grabbing his opponent by his injured arm, Hawk applies a standing armbar, and then shouts "This time, he will NOT escape!" as he proceeds to climb the ropes, looking to nail his opponent with a Tornado Single-Arm DDT! WAIT!!! Jason somehow is able to counter by catching his opponent in mid-air, and then driving him down HARD with a Spinebuster that causes the ring to shudder when Hawk's back connects with the mat! The Wrestling Machine lies on the mat with his back arched in pain, and even though Jason can barely lift his arm he knows that this is his best chance to finish the match as he wills himself to lift Hawk up in a Waistlock, and then step forward into the sick, sick SICK Waistlock Crab that he calls GOD DAMN YOU!!!) *INSANE WE NEARLY FORGOT ABOUT THAT SUBMISSION FINISHER UNTIL NOW POP!* (Now it's Hawk's turn to cry out in agony as Jason wrenches back upon the hold, causing Hawk's back to bend at disgusting, unnatural U-shaped angle! Upshaw asks Hawk if he wants to quit! NOT A CHANCE! Instead Nighthawk reaches out for the ropes, only to find them to be out of reach! Upshaw asks him again! NO! HAWK JUST WILL NOT QUIT! Jason shakes his head and exterts even more pressure, even though the effort of doing so appears to he hurting him just as much as it's hurting his opponent! Upshaw asks Hawk if he wants to quit! Hawk continues to refuse, but this time can only manage to do so with a weak shake of the head as his eyes begin to glaze over. Hawk makes one final attempt to reach out and grab the ropes...only to have his hand fall limply to the floor when he appears to pass out from the pain he's experiencing when Jason BRIDGES BACKWARD on this submission! Upshaw immediately kneels down in front of Hawk, notes that his eyes are now staring vacantly into space, and then checks the hand to see if there's any fight left in Hawk! The hand FALLS! Upshawk checks the hand again! IT falls AGAIN! Upshaw checks for a FINAL time.... AND IT FALLS!!!!) Ferdinand: Here is your winner.....by submission....JASON SANDMAN!!!! (Sandman releases his grip upon the hold as he listens to the mixed, but generally positive reaction of the crowd as they watch Upshaw raise his arm in victory. As the official turns to Nighthawk to check upon his condition, Jason flips out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp- only to stop when he sees Natalie Snow standing at the top with a look of anger in her eyes as she glares down at Jason. Breaking into an impish grin, Jason asks the LH champion how it felt to watch him wrestle...And, how it felt to watch someone who was capable of keeping their mind on the matter at hand when they were being scouted! OH! Natalie did not like that comment one bit, and responds by removing her stilletto shoes and then raising the point of one over her head as she charges toward him with the obvious intention of driving the point of the heel into the Virginia native's skull! Jason regards Natalie with a look of amusement upon her face as he braces for her charge, and actually looks a bit disappointed when Terminus and MK appear from backstage and intercept her attack before she can reach her target! ) (Natalie struggles to break free of the grasp of her husband and MK, screaming curses at Jason who smiles pleasantly in response. Terminus tries to pull his wife back toward the exit, only to stop when she turns around and asks him whether he actually supports her, and cares for her enough to let her fight her own god damned battles! This causes the masked man to loosen his grip as he takes a step backward to process the significance of this statement, and allows Mrs. Snow to break free and charge toward Jason once more! With a wild battle cry, Natalie leaps toward Jason and brings the point of her heel down toward his head- only to strike MK instead when the latter tries to intercede! Mary Katherine collapses in a heap on the floor, and the other three people stand stunned for a moment before Jason levels a withering glare in the direction of Natalie and then turns to his best friend and addresses him in a low, threatening growl!) Jason: Evan...I swear that if you don't get your little whore out of here RIGHT NOW, I'm going to make you a goddamn widower before you fucking well know it! (Now it's the masked man's turn to stare daggers at Jason as he steps forward and delivers a hard two-handed shove, while telling him that if he even considers the possiblity of referring to Natalie as a whore at any time in the future that he will not live to regret that mistake! Jason responds by telling Terminus that he can call Natalie any name he fucking well wants, and steps forward to return the shove with one of his own. OH! Now Natalie makes her presence known by nailing Sandman with a low blow from behind! OHHH! Natalie then grabs onto the arm that Nighthawk had been targeting throughout the match and after glancing in the direction of Terminus and getting a nod in response, proceeds to apply an armwringer, and then roll forward into a Triangle Lancer and wrenches back as hard as she can as her husband kneels down on one knee in front of Jason and addresses him in a cold, even tone of voice. ) Terminus: Really, Jason, this whole situation could have been avoided had you thought matters through and kept your mind focused upon the REAL prize. But you didn't...and now, the only prize that you're likely to gain when you meet my wife is whole crap-load of pain and humiliation. Come on, Natalie. Let's go. (Natalie breaks out into a nasty grin as she nods her head, but then pauses, places the sole of her foot on the back of Jason's head and Curb Stomps him face-first into the floor before finally releasing her grip on the hold and sauntering into her lover's embrace. The couple then make their way toward the exit, and Natalie gazes back at Sandman and then tosses her head back and laughs as she stares down at the probe forms of Jason and MK while sections of the crowd rain down jeers and catcalls and other sections remain stunned into silence! ) Franks: Oh man! All of a sudden, the conflict between Natalie Snow and Jason Sandman has just gotten extremely personal and extremely nasty. Natalie Snow made her displeasure with Jason apparent in the most violent manner possible, and you know that Jason may well respon in similar fashion in the weeks to come! Quadros: Yeah, well, given the personalites involved, I think that something like this was bound to happen, and one can only wonder how it will affect the group known as Mutually Assured Destruction in the weeks to come! Franks: Well, I guess we'll find out how this whole situation plays out in the future, but for right now we're out of time! Thanks for joining us, everyone, and we'll see you next week at Violation 69!

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