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VIOLATION 73
Sunday, September 22nd, 2009
UNI-Dome in Cedar Falls, Iowa
REGULAR RULES
Aiden Miles vs. Slade
Written by: Josh
Franks: Welcome to the greatest show the world’s ever seen…PWA’s Violation!!!
Quadros: What a wild night we have in store for you tonight ladies and gentlemen and first up tonight we
have the always deadly Aiden Miles taking on the big man with a mean streak…Slade.
Franks: Both of these guys have fallen on hard times lately but Slade looks to bounce back this week and
get back to where he belongs.
Quadros: Should be an entertaining match up here…David against Goliath.
Franks: Slade is a beast of a man and looks to find the winning way here tonight.
Sound of Madness vs 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: Miles looks a little out of shape here tonight…Perhaps a few too many cocktails in previous weeks.
Quadros: You know giving up the Patron worked wonders for Lendale White. Maybe Miles should follow his
diet plan.
The lights go out, and for a few seconds, no noise can be heard. Suddenly, the silence is shattered by the
opening riffs of AC/DC's "Big Gun". Once the drum kicks in, strobe lights go off all over the building, and teal
colored pyrotechnics explode near the entry. The lights come up, and there, emerging from behind the curtain,
wearing his standard blue jeans, black leather vest, boots, black MMA fighting gloves, black bandanna and
sunglasses, Slade appears ready for a hard day of work more than a wrestling match. His lips curl into a small
smirk as he scans the crowd before making his way to ringside. He wipes his feet on the side of the ring apron
before stepping over the top rope and warming up like a boxer, throwing jabs and moving around the ring. He
slips off his sunglasses, bandanna and vest, tossing them aside.
Franks: And the big man glares into the direction of Aiden Miles before the bell rings.
The bell rings and the match is underway as Slade tries to coax Aiden into locking up with him. Miles has
been around enough to know its not a wise decision and neglects to follow the big mans wishes. Miles uses a
slight speed advantage here as he gets around behind the big man and connects with a quick kick to the leg
trying to chop the big man down from the get go. Slade down to a knee here after another kick to the back of the
leg from Aiden Miles finds the mark. Miles with a vicious shot to the back of Slades head here that sends the big
man down to the mat…Miles trying to take advantage of the concussion that Slade suffered last weekend as a
result of a guitar shot that left him in la la land. Miles with the quick cover…1…2….and Slade tosses Miles off like
a rag doll. Miles quickly regroups and begins another assault with quick strikes on the big man….Miles helping
slade to his feet now and attempts to whip him into the ropes but Slade grabs ahold of Miles and connects with
one hell of a clothesline. Miles to the mat hard and the big man uses his experience to continue pounding away at
the body and head of Aiden Miles.
Franks: The big man fires back with his own attack here!
Quadros: Looks like he’s doing some damage to Miles right now.
Inside the ring Slade picks Miles up off the ground who appears to be huffing and puffing already and
whips him into the far turnbuckle. Slade charges with a full head of steam and connects with a body splash
sending miles into a hump in the corner. Slade using his big boot now to choke miles before the ref forces the
break. Slade picking Miles up off the ground now and Miles is able to get in a cheap shot that remains out of sight
and out of mind to the ref. Miles follows it up with a drop kick and appears to be a little exhausted after his
assault. Miles to his feet after a few seconds of catching his breath as he helps Slade to his feet. Miles goes for
another kick but Slade gets a hold of the leg in time and spins Miles around…BIG BOOT and Aiden Miles dances
around for a few seconds stunned before falling to the mat. Slade bouncing off the ropes and connects with a
running leg drop. Slade with the cover…1….2….thr...and a kickout by Miles.
Franks: Miles with the cheap shot, but Slade was able to keep his composure through the attack and gain
the upperhand once again.
Quadros: In ring experience will do that for you Carl.
Inside the ring Slade’s got a hold of miles in the corner once again as knife edged chops continue to find
their way to the chest of Aiden Miles. Finally the big man stops his assault and whips miles across the ring
again…Slade charges, but Miles is able to get out of the way as Slade bounces off the turnbuckle. Miles with a
drop kick to the big man and quickly begins to make his way to the top ropes. Miles leaps and connects with a
frog splash…Miles with the cover…1….2…..and a kickout by Slade. Miles pounds his fist to the mat thinking he
had the big man there, but there’s a lot of fight left in Slade it appears. Miles helping his opponent to his feet
which turns out to be the wrong decision as Slade gets an elbow to the gut and finishes it off with a vertical
suplex. Slade rolls over for the cover…1…2…..and a kickout by Miles. Slade doesn’t waste anytime realizing he
needs to mount more offense before he can put miles away. Slade helping miles to his feet and follows the nice
gesture up with a not so nice series of rights and lefts and Miles is stumbling back towards the ropes as a
haymaker flies and sends Aiden Miles over the top rope. Miles is down on the outside as the big man Slade takes
a page out of the book of Aiden Miles and connects with a leg drop from the ring onto Miles on the outside!!!
Frank: NICE MOVE BY THE BIG MAN THERE!!!
Quadros: I think he just crushed his windpipe!!!
The crowd cheers at the move by the big man as he slides Miles back into the ring. Slade looks to be in full
control here as he grabs Miles and whips him into the turnbuckle. Slade climbs up the ropes and delievers a
couple of punches to the head of Aiden Miles before leading him by the hand right to cash the paycheck!!! Slade
with a vicious attack courtesy of a move he calls The Paycheck. Slade with the cover…1…2……thre…..NO!!!
MILES IS ABLE TO KICK OUT SOMEHOW!!! Slade rolls over and gets to his feet as Miles reaches his a split
second behind him breathing hard and looking exhausted. A tired Aiden Miles charges at Slade…Miles with a
slide underneath the big man who turns around to find a boot to the side of his face…Miles sees the big man fall
as he makes his way to the top turnbuckle…MILES LEAPS AND CONNECTS!!!! WITH THE MAT!!! SLADE MOVES
OUT OF THE WAY!!! Both men try to get to their feet as the ref counts…
Franks: Slade able to avoid that move right there that could of turned the tides.
1….
Quadros: I wonder how that mat tastes?
2….
Franks: I wouldn’t know.
Quadros: You think it takes like beef stew Carl?
3….
Franks: I’d lean more towards sweaty nutsack.
Quadros: So it’s salty?
Slade to his feet and Miles isn’t far behind…Miles throws a wild punch but Slade blocks the punch and
counters it up with a chokeslam!!! Miles to the mat hard as Slade continues the assault…Running leg drop from
the big man but he’s not done yet!!! Slade showing signs that it’s time to light Aiden Miles up…Slade getting
miles to his feet!!! He’s UP IN THE AIR!!!!!!!! AND THAT SHOULD BE HIS LAST TRIP OF THE NIGHT!!!! THE FINAL
TRIP FROM SLADE!!!!
Franks: That one’s going to leave a mark!
Quadros: Ouch…
Slade covers……..
1……
2……
3……
SLADE WITH A GREAT SHOWING HERE TONIGHT AND PICKS UP THE WIN!!! Miles could never mount a
full offense to get the big man off his game and looked tired throughout the match.
Franks: Great showing by Slade.
Quadros: The big man may have knocked Miles out cold with the force from that last move!
Franks: Aiden Miles continues to look bad in the ring week after week. At this point I think I could wrestle
better!
Quadros: Maybe you should challenge him?
Franks: No way! On with the show!
DIVIDE AND CONQUER
Written by: Donnie
The Hummer-Limousine pulls up in front of UNI-Dome in Cedar Falls and comes to a halt. The door opens and Dustin Jacobs gets out first, followed closely behind by Ashton Crowley. Slowly behind the two Tony Field climbs out of the vehicle, a brace around his neck, barely able to even move his head. Jacobs glances over at Field and just shakes his head.
Dustin Jacobs: You should have stayed home tonight Tony.
Crowley nods his head with agreement as he tried to help Field out. Field just pushes his hand away.
Tony Field: You don't have to treat me like a fucking cripple. I'm fine.
Ashton Crowley: Tony, I know fine man. Ya ain't fine. Look at ya.
Tony gingerly grabs his back, twinging slightly as he turns his neck.
Dustin Jacobs: Come on, just get back in the limo, let it take you back to the hotel, kick back, drink a few cold ones. It'll be all good.
Tony tried to nod his head but couldn't.
Tony Field: I can't. I have a match against Cady tonight, I can't no show it.
Crowley laughs.
Ashton Crowley: A match? Ya gotta be fucking kidding me. There's no way in hell ya can fight this match tonight.
Dustin agrees with him.
Dustin Jacobs: He's right. Besides, you know it's just a set up to get you back in the ring again. You know that big redneck Bubba will be there again and the two of them are just going to beat the living hell out of you.
Tony Field: You're both right. But here's the thing. If I no show tonight, then they really get what they want. They knock one notch in Dysfunction out, and then they can divide and conquer.
Ashton Crowley: You're still just a fucking idiot.
Tony shrugs his shoulders.
Tony Field: You may be right. But either way, it's chilly out here. Let's get our asses inside.
JACK'S VOLATILE STATE OF MIND
Written by: John
JACK GAITHER: VALENTIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!!!
*The crowd buzzes as a locker room door flies from its hinges and out comes an angry Jack Gaither, and
he's looking to dismantle somebody.*
JACK: Valentine, come on out here so I can whip your sorry ass!
*Jack roams the hallways of UNI-Dome, looking for a man that he's longed to get revenge on since Violation
62. Instead, out comes PWA Board member and Valentine's brother, Demitre Lionheart.*
DEMITRE LIONHEART: Now Jack, I don't want you to lose your cool when my little brother gives you the
ass-kicking that you so deserve.
JACK: Oh really?
DEMITRE: Really, because quite frankly, you don't have the MENTAL CAPACITY to defeat a man like my
brother--a man who's willing to go the extra length to make sure that drug addicts like YOU are off the streets
and into prison where they belong.*
*The crowd responds with a solid jeer for the older Lionheart.*
CARL FRANKS (voice): Uh-oh...
JACK: You know what Demitre? I guess...I'll just have to hurt someone else instead!
DEMITRE: You don't even have the mental capacity to hurt anyone. In fact, I heard that you had a mental
capacity of a two--
*Before Demitre can finish his sentence, Jack lunges at the PWA Board member and fires off with
everything he's got!*
CARL: MY GOD--GAITHER HAS SNAPPED!! HE'S OUT OF CONTROL!!
RAY QUADROS: Security, get over there dammit!
*Unfortunately, security doesn't respond to Ray's demands as a pissed-off "Golden Eagle" goes absolutely
apeshit on the veteran PWA Board member with lefts and rights. Jack picks up a stunned Demitre, drags him into
an office, and ties him up to an office chair. An out of control Morgantown native finds his personal laundry bag
full of goodies and pulls out his weapon of choice: a cookie sheet.*
JACK: This is for the sins of your baby brother!
(THWACK!)
*A shot to the skull of Demitre Lionheart dazes the PWA Board member, but Jack isn't through yet!*
JACK: This is for what the Lionheart name truly stands for: lies and deceit!
(THWACK!)
*Another shot to the skull with the cookie sheet busts open Demitre, who's just plain helpless right now.*
JACK: This is for what Valentine did to my mentor's grave!
(THWACK!)
JACK: This is for trying to steal my good name and legacy!
(THWACK!)
JACK: And this one's for Katherine!
PAUL MASTERSON: JAAAACK!!! DON'T KILL HIM!!
*Before Jack can smack Demitre with the already-dented cookie sheet for a fifth time, "Perilous" Paul
Masterson, former ACW wrestler and brother of the late "Mean Mike" Masterson, grabs the cookie sheet from
behind and tosses it aside.*
PAUL: What the hell are you doing man!? You're supposed to save your energy for Valentine!!
*Jack looks at Paul before looking back at Demitre, and just before they leave, Jack gives a final warning to
the PWA Board member.*
JACK: You better watch yourself Demitre, because I could--and I WILL--be your boss in the future when I
buy you and Chesney out!
*With that said, Jack takes his personal goody bag and heads toward the entranceway with Paul Masterson
in tow.*
RAY: Oh come on! Valentine just wants a fair fight!
CARL: With Jack's state of mind right now, I doubt that will happen tonight.
PURE WRESTLING MATCH
Nighthawk vs. Katashi Kinjo
Written by: Okori
An expectant hush falls over the crowd as the lights dim. Ring Announcer Freddy Ferdinand waits for a few
agonizing seconds, and the audience leans toward the ring in suspense. He raises his microphone with a brief
flourish, and finally intones, “This next contest is to be held under Pure Wrestling Rules, and is scheduled for one
fall with no time limit.”
(“Auto Rock” by Mogwai plays over the arena's sound system as the crowd cheers lightly. Katashi Kinjo
walks out donning his classic white vest. He has a determined look on his face as he walks down the ramp, and
into the ring. He does some light stretching, waiting for his opponent.)
(As his opponent stands in the center of the ring, the house lights in the arena suddenly fade all the way to
black and are quickly replaced by blue and white laser lights, which draw an appreciative roar from the sold-out
crowd. As the laser lights flash in time the roar grows ever louder as the familiar opening strains of "Holding Out
For A Hero (Thunderstorm Intro)" by Emery booms out over the sound speakers as Nighthawk stands at the top
of the ramp, raising one finger above his head as his profile is silhouetted in blue smoke. Bouncing back and
forth on the balls of his feet, Nighthawk stares a hole through his opponent in the middle of the ring as the crowd
claps along in time with the beat of the song, his ice-blue eyes never leaving his target as he walks down the
ramp. Nighthawk enthusiastically shakes hands with every single fan that he can touch, and walks all the way
around the ring to try to get close to as many fans as he possibly can. Getting on the top turnbuckle Nighthawk
raises one finger above his head before crouching down in his corner.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “Introducing first, in the corner to my left, he weighed in tonight at 195 pounds and is
wearing all-white. He is from Aomori Prefecture, Japan. Ladies and gentlemen…… please welcome Katashi
Kinjo.”
(As Kinjo steps out of his corner, saluting the crowd respectfully, the sold-out building tosses in a
good-sized amount of white streamers in respect for what the Japanese opponent has been able to do
throughout his career. As the seconds clear out the ring, the referee checks him for foreign weapons of which he
finds none.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “And his opponent, in the corner to my right, wearing royal-blue wrestling shorts with
white trim. He is from Chicago, Illinois, and weighed in tonight at 185 pounds. He is a 2-time PWA World Light
Heavyweight Champion, and a former PWA World Heavyweight Champion. Ladies and gentlemen… Please
welcome the ‘Master of 1000 Holds’… ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk!”
(As Nighthawk steps out of the corner, raising one hand above his head, the crowd pays tribute to the
“Wrestling Machine” by tossing in large bucketfuls of blue, white, red, and gold streamers and chanting “USA”
and “Best in the World” with ever-increasing frequency. The former World Heavyweight Champion takes off his
ring jacket and hands it over his shoulder to one of the ringside attendants, never taking his eyes off those of his
opponent as the referee also gives him a full check.)
(Stepping out of their respective corner, walking to the center of the ring as quickly as they can, Nighthawk
offers his hand in a handshake and Katashi Kinjo responds by shaking it, as both men seem intent on keeping this
a sporting contest for as long as they can. Circling each other for a moment, their eyes still never off each other,
the Chicago native goes for a collar-and-elbow lockup only to be rebuffed by Katashi who quickly counters by
going for a low single-leg ankle pick in an attempt to control the pace of the match, and begin to weaken his
opponent’s legs. Quickly sprawling out to avoid the takedown attempt, the former World Heavyweight
Champion quickly goes in for the left arm of his opponent by looking to apply an Americana from the top; forcing
Katashi to belly himself back out before the “Wrestling Machine” is able to apply the hold. Shaking their heads at
each other in respect both men circle the ring again, each combatant now realizing that their opponent is entirely
capable of winning.)
(Circling back around the center of the ring, their eyes locked on each other as they begin to try to adjust
their strategies based on what has happened so far, Nighthawk again goes for another collar-and-elbow tie-up
only to be again shoved away by Katashi Kinjo, who seems intent on making sure that his opponent is unable to
control the terms on which the match is fought. Going right back to the takedown attempts, Katashi goes for a
Smith single-leg takedown, which the Chicago native counters by sliding himself through into an omoplata,
which he then calmly chains right through into a fujiwara armbar. However, as the “Wrestling Machine” tries to
lock in the hold Katashi counters that out into a crucifix pin, which gets a quick 1-count. Utilizing his advantages
in youth and speed the “Master of 1000 Holds” then reverses smoothly right through back into the same fujiwara
armbar that he was looking to apply earlier.)
(Trying to lock in the fujiwara armbar Nighthawk bridges up and back in an attempt to work on applying
the hold deeper. However, as he works on locking in the hold Katashi reaches back with his free hand and
sweeps the leg out of the Chicago native, smoothly floating through into an Achilles hold as he begins to focus his
attention on working on his opponent’s leg. Gritting his teeth in focused annoyance and perhaps more than a
little bit of pain, the former World Heavyweight Champion tries to figure out a way out of this hold without
burning a rope break, placing his elbows on the mat and posturing himself up as he tries to wiggle his foot out of
the hold. Changing his mind the “Wrestling Machine” instead tries to use the element of surprise by going for an
inside cradle while still locked in the Achilles lock. However, that hold only manages to get a 2-count before
Katashi reverses back through into another Achilles lock, this time cranking the hold on right in the center of the
ring. Banging his elbows in frustration the “Master of 1000 Holds” appears stumped as to how to get out of this
hold without burning a rope break. Locking in a figure-4 variation of the Achilles lock, Katashi now holds on even
tighter, forcing Nighthawk to nod his head and reach out for the bottom rope to force the break. As the referee
goes over to the ring announcer Nighthawk pulls himself up to his feet, limping slightly but noticeably.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “Nighthawk has used his first rope break. He has 2 remaining.”
(Leaning against the ropes for a second as he tightens the kneepad on his left leg, Nighthawk slowly
hobbles back into the center of the ring and offers his hand for a handshake, which Katashi gives him. However,
as soon as the Chicago native lets go of the hand, Katashi is right back after the opening that he created,
shooting in for another ankle pick attempt. Sprawling out to block as well as he can on one leg, the “Wrestling
Machine” sees an opening and retreats away from his opponent, limping still as Katashi goes down
amateur-style and gets a perfect double-leg takedown and drives him halfway across the ring. However, as
both men land the former World Heavyweight Champion sees the trouble that he is in, and quickly traps Katashi
in his closed guard long enough to think of a plan. Deciding to up the aggressiveness, Katashi fires hammerfists
down from this position, which works until one of his heavy blows lands on the face of the “Master of 1000
Holds”. As soon as the blow lands the referee quickly rushes over to separate both men.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “Ladies and gentlemen…. Katashi Kinjo has been warned for using a closed fist. His
next warning will mean the loss of a rope break.”
(Stepping back into the center of the ring, running his tongue around the roof of his mouth as the straight
shot to the face appeared to stun him more than anything; Nighthawk tries one more time to go back to the
collar-and-elbow tie-up. However, where he was refused so many times before the Chicago native this time gets
it, quickly utilizing a standing switch to lock in a hammerlock as he tries to work on the left arm of his opponent.
Remaining calm as he looks to figure a way out of this, Katashi reaches down low and attempts to pick the ankle
of the “Wrestling Machine”, a gambit which the former World Light Heavyweight Champion counters by simply
cranking on the hammerlock tighter and starting to lock on the crossface chickenwing. Eventually getting the
hold right in the center of the ring Nighthawk pulls back with as much force as he is able to muster before taking
the hold to the ground with a bodyscissors applied to prevent yet one more avenue of escape. Nighthawk pulls
back on the hold, keeping the bodyscissors tight as well. As he does so, the crowd begins to chant “Tap Out”,
and the “Master of 1000 Holds” locks in the hold even tighter in response. Crawling towards the ropes, Katashi
wraps his free arm around the ropes, forcing the break of the hold as Nighthawk glares down impassively.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “Katashi Kinjo has used his 1st rope break. He has 2 remaining.”
(pulling himself up using his right arm, his left arm hanging limply at his side, Katashi points to his arm as
Nighthawk points to his leg, both men realizing that they have inflicted serious damage on the other and that it is
now only a question of who will be able to capitalize on that weakness first. Circling each other in the center of
the ring, both men cautious to push the action now with their injuries, they eventually go for a collar-and-elbow
tie-up as both men push each other around the ring and generally jockey for position in an attempt to gain an
advantage. However, as both men get themselves near the ropes Katashi suddenly is able to back himself up
against the ropes and then hits a dragon screw while both men are still in the ropes. Katashi slides through the
middle rope and lands feet-first on the floor as the former World Heavyweight Champion screams out in pain
and immediately holds his left knee, drawing the referee over to see if he wants to submit right now. Pulling
himself back in the ring, shaking out his left arm in an attempt to get rid of the numbness that is no doubt
coursing through the joint, Katashi looks down and notices that the “Wrestling Machine” is quite clearly in a lot of
pain. The Japanese veteran nods pensively as though he knows he has yet more torturing to do before his work is
done. Quickly firing off a pair of kicks to the left leg of the “Master of 1000 Holds” Katashi then pulls his opponent
up by his hair and then fires off another dragon-screw, this time holding on before doing it again in what is called
the Mandala Hineri.)
(Screaming in agony Nighthawk tries to roll out of the ring and give himself some time to think of a new
strategy. However, Katashi refuses to let him go, stalking him and dragging him back in the center of the ring
before locking in an Argentine leglock. Crossing his hands together behind the thigh of the Chicago native
Katashi grits his teeth before doing it with just the right arm, the left arm apparently still causing him problems.
Getting an evil grin on his face Katashi then reaches down and applies a stepover toehold on the other leg,
causing the beginnings of a smile to crease his battle-worn face as below him the “Wrestling Machine” screams
out in agony. Duck-walking back into the center of the ring while still holding onto the leglock\toehold
combination Katashi wrenches that hold in, quickly drawing the referee over to see if the “Master of 1000 Holds”
wants to give up which he responds to by screaming out no and clawing on his fingertips to the bottom rope as
the crowd starts to chant “Let’s Go Nighthawk” in an effort to get their hero back in the swing of things.)
Ring Announcer Freddy Ferdinand: “Nighthawk has used his 2nd rope break. He only has 1 rope break
remaining.”
(Still lying against the ropes, unable to stand as his leg has taken a terrific beating for the past few minutes,
Nighthawk shakes his head and yells out “No” when the referee asks him if he wants to submit. However, as the
Chicago native slowly gets up to his feet, putting almost no weight on his left leg as he tries to walk around the
ring and catch his breath, Katashi nods his head as if impressed by the fighting spirit that his opponent has
shown. Quickly going for another takedown Katashi gets it, only for the former World Heavyweight Champion to
counter out into an enzuigiri to the top of the shoulder using his right leg. Exploding with as much burst as he has
left the “Wrestling Machine” fires forward with a beautiful shining palm strike before collapsing to the mat,
immediately holding his knee as he tries to pulls himself up to his feet eventually doing so with a mighty war cry.
Reaching down and tightening up his kneepad and brace the former World Light Heavyweight Champion
staggers forward into the center of the ring. As the crowd continues to chant “Let’s go Nighthawk” and “Best in
the World” the “Master of 1000 Holds” quickly bangs his fist on the mat, only to be grabbed by the ankle again
by Katashi.)
(Getting desperate Nighthawk puts his hands on the shoulders of Katashi and grits his teeth, as though
knowing that what he is about to do is going to really hurt. Flipping backwards out of the hold the Chicago native
uses that brief moment of surprise to roll Katashi through into a small package that gets the 3-count.)
Freddy Ferdinand, grabbing the microphone from a ringside attendant: “Ladies and gentlemen…. The
winner of the match….. ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk!”
RUNNING OUT OF CHANCES
Written by: Okori
As Nighthawk stands in the middle of the ring after his match against Katashi Kinjo, asking for and getting a
chair so that he can sit down and take weight off his left leg, the former World Heavyweight Champion smiles
and asks for a microphone.
Nighthawk, wincing as he readjusts his kneepad: “A lot of people have asked me why it is that I have
become concerned with Aiden Miles. A lot of you out there in the crowd are probably wondering the same thing.
If it were up to you… you would probably have me leave him alone and go back after the World Heavyweight
Title. Trust me…. I will be getting another shot at that belt sooner rather than later. (The crowd erupts at that
promise.) However, what I'm doing, and why I'm doing it, is about the match that I have just had.
You see… there was once a time that I could have fooled myself into thinking that I was better than I was
based solely on natural talent, because I had gotten to a good place in my career getting by on just that. Then….
I stepped in the ring with a man who showed me that there was more that I needed to do, a whole lot more. You
might know him. You should, after all. His name is… Terminus. (The crowd buzzes with a mixed reaction,
favoring slightly towards boos.) Do not do that, everyone. He does not deserve to be booed.
You see… back in a place called TNW, I faced Terminus a LOT. So many times, in fact, that I realized how
far apart we were. I was getting by on talent, on throwing myself at any problem enough times until I was sure
that it was finished. Terminus, on the other hand, was polished even back then. In addition, he beat me and beat
me until I realized that, in order to survive, I had to go back to school. And so I did. The man before you is a
direct result of facing Terminus all of those times, because he taught me what I would have to be to be the best I
could be. In addition, perhaps, if it’s up to all of you, you could even say that Terminus was responsible for me
being an ace.
That is what I am doing for you, Aiden Miles. When you step into the ring with me at Devil’s Due…. You will
be in the ring with someone who long ago stopped getting by on natural talent. And maybe, just maybe, it will be
your wake-up call. Because, Aiden, you’re running out of chances. This is the last one that you have left.”
HE WHO DARES
Written by:
Sita & Neil
[ A backstage locker room door reads: 'Co-Commissioner Wren Chesney' but as we progress inside we
find the witch isn't in her office. She remains at a St. Paul, Minnesota hospital after she was involved in a car
accident following somebody cutting her brake line. Inside her office is her husband, Victor Cornelius Roberts,
uncharacteristically with a scowl formed over his four eyed face. ]
[ Usually very meek and reserved as he was always under his wife's thumb, Mr. Roberts is now in the mood
to think and act for himself to avenge whoever tried to kill his bitch wife. With the telephone up to his ear as he
stands behind his desk, he snarls towards the person on the other end. ]
VCR: I want names damn it! Tell me who tried to kill my wife or else you'll be dead!
[ Then he starts uncontrollably banging the phone on the desk in a fit, making sure whoever is on the other
end gets the message he means business. He then slams the phone down in the receiver like he's about to snap.
He looks up and to his surprise he finds Cady Coleman of all people standing in the doorway. ]
[ Snapping back to his normal weak self, Mr. Roberts waves in Ms. Coleman. ]
VCR: Oh hello, Ms. Coleman! Boy am I glad to see you!
Cady: Oh I see how can I be of help?
[ Shutting the door behind herself Cady stepped further
inside the room and sliding into the chair across from him. Folding her long lean legs, flashing the geeky husband
of Mrs Chesney! Chuckling to herself as she saw him nervously swallow. ]
[ Still awestruck by her little flash session, Mr. Roberts fumbles over his words. ]
VCR: Um...a....oh....um....Yeah, help me! My wife...Wren...oh my Wren...
[ He starts sobbing. ]
[ Sniggering quietly Cady leant forward flashing the top of her bra as she took a mint from the desk.
Popping it into her mouth she smiled at him and leant back. ]
Cady: Yes I heard...however sobbing and
mumbling doesn't exactly help me to know what you want does it now?
VCR: Someone tried to kill her! I want revenge as soon as I find out who did this to her! But you Ms.
Coleman, my Wren thought very highly of you. Especially after you destroyed Kaito! She wanted to strike a deal
with you before any of this happened. She saw you perform in the ring and knew you were the proof to her age
old claim: women are better than men!
Cady: Ahhh yes, she seems to have a taste for revenge on the bad boys of this place. I never knew you had
it in you though, no offence but you don't exactly come across as the kind of guy brave enough for
revenge...
[ Looking at him sitting behind the desk it clicked... ]
Cady:...ahhh that's why your
interested in me...you want to use me like she did? You two just can't get enough of me can you!
VCR: You're smart! I like you! Would you like to be my friend?
[ Pulling herself out of the chair she walked slowly around to his side of the desk. Placing both hand on the
arms of his office chair she leant forwards and smiled coyly... ]
Cady: Hmmmm it's gonna cost you
sweet cheeks, when you look this good and work as well as I do it costs...so what ya got for me?
[ Mr. Roberts gulps and carefully yet obviously brings his hands off the desk down to his crotch, trying to
hide his uncontrollable new pogo stick. Yeah, he has something for her all right. ]
VCR: Um, I don't know what I can offer really. Um...Wren did these things! What do you want?
[ Pouting at him she cocked her head to one side as her lips curled up into a playful grin. ]
Cady:
Well what your trying to hide is not good enough payment I'm sorry, I only welcome quality clients now; and you
don't match up to the bill..
[ Sighing she perched against the desk, her denim skirt riding high up her
thigh, enjoying ever equist moment of torturing this poor fool. ]
Cady: However there is something you
can do for me...it's a little naughty, do you think you can be naughty with me Mr Roberts?
[ Victor Cornelius Roberts' face turns pale as he can only muster a nod through his breathless squeaking. ]
Cady: Awwww Mr Roberts do you need a drink you look a little pale and seem to be having a problem with
your speech...
[ Pulling away from the desk she walked over to the mini fridge. Slowly she bent down,
looking back slyly as she saw Victors jaw drop. Standing back up she brought him over a bottle of water... ]
Cady: Now Mr Roberts we know you have power here with your wife out, perhaps if I help you out with
your problem you can help me with mine?
[ Taking the bottle of water nervously, Mr. Roberts twists it open and brings it up to his lips. Never once
taking his eyes off the unbelievably amazing body of Cady Coleman, he tips the water back and completely
misses his mouth. The water dumps down his nice suit and pants tent. ]
VCR: Um...suuure. What can I...help you with?
[ Laughing softly she shook her head, even though times had changed she still loved the uncontrollable
effect her body had on men; Victor Roberts being one prime example. Passing him a tissue she smiled... ]
Cady: Here if you don't want it now you can use it when I leave the room...
[ Winking at him she
watched as he turned a bright shade of red and shuffled nervously in his chair. ]
Cady: You can help me with Tony Field.
VCR: Absolutely, Ms. Coleman! Wren never liked Tony Field anyway! What do you want done?
Cady: I know Wren didn't like him however it's you I'm talking to now isn't it Mr Roberts. Are you man
enough to get your hands a little dirty with me and play some games together?
VCR: Oh, I like games! What shall we play?
[ Grinning at the geek that sat nervously in front of her she couldn't help but feel a light fondness towards
him. He was obviously not the one who wore the trousers in his and Wrens relationship and he wouldn't be the
one in theirs. Leaning back against her arms she crossed her leg, her leather boot cladded foot resting on the
arm of his chair. ]
Cady: How about he who dares...I dare you to do something and we see if your man
enough to do it?
VCR: I'm more than man enough. Wren says so! Want to see?
[ He stands up eagerly and prepares to unzip his wet pants. ]
Cady: Whoa now tiger that's not what I meant at all; I'm sure you think your man enough for Wren and I
don't doubt there is some reason she keeps you as her husband however me; well sweet cheeks I'm a whole
other kettle of fish and there ain't no way your in my league, do you honestly think you could ever get a woman
with a body like mine?
[ His eyes scan every perfect curve of her body as whatever blood he has left in his face shoots straight
down to his other head. Ashamed, he looks down at the floor and sits back down. ]
VCR: No...
Cady: It's ok it's how the world works, some people are just not obtainable to people like you. Now the dare
is do you give me and Bubba Williams total and unconditional legal backing in our wage against Tony Field...and
Victor sweet cheeks I mean total, no shit will be able to touch us, or well more importantly me if say something
dreadful happens to occur when near Tony?
VCR: Nobody will touch you! I will give you complete control if you want it! Wren would want it that way.
You are a woman after all. I'm just here to serve you? Yeah! I like that!
[ Bending down she cupped his chin in her long slender finger and lifted his face so he was looking directly
at her. ]
Cady: You talk like you are Wren's bitch Victor, hardly very manly now is it? You know it's
because of behaviour like this you can't get ass like mine! However I am glad you have agreed to this
arrangement as some stuff will be going down tonight and if it turns ugly like I hope it does I might need to rely
upon you to keep me safe. Can you do that for me Victor, can you protect me from the big bad boys if they come
after me?
VCR: I will protect! You can count on me Ms. Coleman! I don't let down my friends!
[ Dropping her hand she ran her finger down his chest a little and smirked at him as she saw his trousers
twitch with her touch... ]
Cady: I'm glad because if you help me I'd be more than happy to help you deal
with whatever son of a bitch put Wren in hospital. So we have a deal Mr. Roberts?
VCR: Oh yes! We have a deal! A deal has been reached! Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go to the
bathroom!
[ Mr. Roberts grabs his tissue and straddles the wall ever to carefully to hide his uncontrollable love stick.
He sneaks out of the office and proceeds down the hallway towards the bathroom, hugging the wall the entire
time as to not broadcast his lack of control. ]
[ Chucking to herself Cady shuts the office door and watches as he struggled, little did he know but this
helpless geek had just handed her the final piece of her jigsaw of revenge. ]
Cady: Tony Field you are
mine!
REGULAR RULES
Jack Gaither vs. Valentine Lionheart
Written by: Nathan
Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Corpus Christi,
Texas by way of Morgantown, West Virginia, and weighing in at one hundred and eighty-one pounds. He is "The
Golden Eagle" Jack Gaittthhherrrrr!
The opening phrase "God works in mysterious ways..." from Queen's "One Vision" is played, but the lights
go out, and the intro to Drowning Pool's "Bodies" starts up. Various images of Jack Gaither's matches flash by on
the big screen; at the height of the intro, the words "GOLDEN EAGLE" appear on screen. Gold-colored pyro and
green confetti go off as Jack Gaither--wearing his signature white robe with warrior's mask--suddenly appears
on stage before making his way to the ring and giving every fan sitting near the ramp a high-five along the way.
Once in the ring, Jack poses to the cheering crowd as more green-and-gold confetti falls from the ceiling. As a
token for his fans, Jack takes off his mask and gives it to one lucky fan sitting ringside; underneath the mask, we
see that Jack has painted his face gold, blue, and green.
Ferdinand: Introducing his opponent, hailing from Greenwich, London and weighing in at two hundred and
sixty-seven pounds. He is "The Redeemer" Valentine Lionnnheeaarrttttt!
The lights dim in the arena as the Violation-Tron, A spot light appears in the centre as Valentine Lionheart
walks out on stage accompanied by his theme music, "Ultra" By KMFD, he slowly walks down to the ring, his
eyes locked forward and his focus on nothing other than the match ahead, Valentine rolls under the ropes and
into the ring before standing dead centre, awaiting the start of the match.
Franks: All right ladies and gentlemen, we're just moments away from the start of this match.
Quadros: Do you see that look in Gaither's eyes? It's scary! I don't know, Carl, I think you're gonna have to
call this match yourself!
Franks: Sit down and shut up, Ray. You'd be pissed off if you were Jack, as well. Valentine may be the
bigger and stronger of the two, but honestly? I feel sorry for him.
The bell rings. Jack Gaither is continuing to stare a hole through Valentine Lionheart. In response, Valentine
simply smirks as he starts jumping in place, loosening up a little bit. And then, out of no where, Jack lets out a
loud yell and charges in Valentine's direction. He catches his bigger opponent off-guard and takes out of his legs
with a takedown. "The Golden Eagle" mounts Valentine and starts going off with rights and lefts. Lionheart does
his best to block the shots, but he's not having much success. The referee for this match, Steve Upshaw, is doing
his best to pull Jack off Valentine, but that's not working either. However, with Valentine pushing Jack and
Upshaw pulling, they finally manage to pull Gaither away. Meanwhile, Valentine quickly rolls out of the ring to
recover.
Franks: Would you look at the intensity on Gaither's face? I think it's safe to say, Ray, that he doesn't want a
piece of Valentine -- he wants the whole thing!
Quadros: Right you are, Carl. But I trust that Valentine will do something to bounce back.
"The Redeemer" is stumbling around on the outside -- doing his best to shake away the cobwebs.
Meanwhile, in the ring, Jack Gaither is eyeing Valentine from the other side. Then, without notice, Gaither takes
off and he hits Valentine with a Tope Con Hilo! The crowd is going insanse afterwards: "GAITHER! GAITHER!
GAITHER!" In the ring, the referee looks as if he's going to start his ten-count, but instead he simply throws his
arms up and exits the ring.
Franks: I think that's a good call by Steve Upshaw. These men have a score to settle.
Quadros: That's not right! Rules are meant to be enforced! If Valentine Lionheart was the one in control right
now, I bet anything Upshaw would be countin'.
"The Golden Eagle" is on his feet and he's ready to inflict more damage. Valentine is slowly getting to his
feet, but Gaither becomes impatient and pulls him the rest of the way by his hair. "The Redeemer" shoves
Gaither's hand away and looks for a right, but Gaither blocks it and sends Lionheart stumbling back with a
head-butt. Jack moves up and he looks to send Lionheart into the guardrail, but Lionheart manages to use his
strength to reverse it. Valentine starts running after him, but Gaither catches him and everyone else off guard as
he manages to jump onto the top of the guardrail and stop his momentum before it sends him into the crowd.
And, within a blink of an eye, he flips off with a huge Asai Moonsault, which drops Lionheart right in his tracks!
The fans are going wild once again.
Franks: Did you see that, Ray?
Quadros: If you're talking about the nipple-slip in the first row, then hell yeah I did!
Franks: What? Never mind, Ray!
Gaither quickly gets to his feet. He still has that crazed look in his eyes. He looks at Valentine's fallen body
and a sick smile crosses his face. He walks over towards the ring and lifts up the apron. He grabs a steel chair
and the crowd pops. The smile grows a little wider. Steve Upshaw is in Gaither's ear -- trying to convince him to
put down the chair. Gaither isn't listening to the referee, as he's staring at Valentine, watching as "The Redeemer"
gets to his feet. And once he's on his feet, Gaither charges in his directon and swings the chair wildly, but
Valentine manages to duck in time. Gaither connects with nothing but the ring post. He drops the chair quickly
and shakes his hands. Valentine takes advantage of this -- he connects with a Super Kick to the back of Gaither's
head, which sends Gaither crashing face first into the ring post.
Quadros: Ding! Ha, ha, ha!
Franks: Dear God! Just watching that gave me a headache!
Gaither drops to the floor like a sack of rocks. Valentine, on the other hand, leans on the ring and regains
his composure. He's good now -- as he bends down and pulls Gaither to his feet. He rolls "The Golden Eagle" into
the ring and rolls in himself. He hooks the leg, and referee Steve Upshaw quickly slides into the ring himself:
1..............2....KICK OUT! "The Redeemer" gets to his feet and it's his turn to inflict some damage. He grabs
Gaither and yanks his much smaller opponent to his feet. He Irish Whips Gaither across the ring and "The Golden
Eagle" hits the corner with a thud. Lionheart charges into the corner with a running Clothesline. And, without
even trying to hide it, Lionheart immediately starts choking his opponent. Upshaw gets in there and immediately
starts his count: 1.........2..........3........4, and Lionheart releases the choke hold. He backs up a few steps with
his hands in the air as Steve yells at him. But then, he moves back into the corner and starts choking Gaither
again: 1.........2..........3........4, and Lionheart once again releaes the choke hold.
Quadros: See? This is exactly what I said earlier. Once Valentine is in control, it's all about the rules!
Franks: He's choking the man!
Quadros: What's your point? I'm sure Jack deserves it!
Now it's Lionheart who has the sick smile. He once again goes for the choke hold, and the referee once
again starts his count: 1......2......3.....4, and instead of letting go, Valentine simply pulls Gaither out of the corner
and executes a huge Chokeslam! Lionheart quickly hooks the leg: 1.............2.........KICK OUT! Lionheart
quickly gets to his feet and moves down to Gaither's legs. He starts to set up for a Figure Four Leglock, but in the
process of setting it up, Gaither gives Lionheart a stiff kick in the ass, which sends him stumbling into the ropes.
Gaither slowly starts the process of getting up. He's on his hands and knees, but that's as far as he's going to get
as Lionheart stiffly kicks him in the mid-section. Valentine bounces off the ropes and comes back with a huge
Leg Drop. He goes for the pin again: 1.............2........KICK OUT!
Franks: The momentum has taken a one-eighty in this match! Valentine is in complete control!
Quadros: And that's the way it should be!
Lionheart gets to his feet and pulls Gaither up with him. He throws Gaither off the ropes and goes for a
Spinning Heel Kick, but Gaither somehow manages to duck under it. He continues running and hits the ropes
again. He comes back and hits Valentine with a Spear out of no where! Both men are down and Steve starts his
ten count: 1............2............3............4...........5.
Franks: These two men have come out here tonight and given everything they had to give. But it'd be a
shame if this match ended in a double-count out!
6.........Gaither, who came out here with a mission, grabs onto the ropes and starts using
them.....7....Valentine is starting to push himself up....8...and both men are up. Gaither still has that anger
brewing in his eyes. He still wants nothing more than to finish Valentine off. He charges in Valentine's direction
and hits him with a lunging right hand. Valentine stumbles backwards, but he comes back with a right of his own.
Gaither recovers quickly and drills Valentine with another right, but he quickly follows it up with a left. He goes
for another right, but Valentine stops his momentum with an Eye Rake.
Franks: Well, that's a way to stop someone in their tracks!
Quadros: There's nothing wrong with that!
Gaither stumbles back and Valentine charges -- effectively hitting him with a huge Clothesline. Valentine
goes to pick Gaither up, but somehow, someway, Gaither manages to quickly roll Valentine up:
1.......................2..............KICK OUT! Valentine quickly jumps to his feet and he can't believe what almost
happened. Meanwhile, Gaither slowly gets to his feet and he's not backing down. He charges forward once
again, but Valentine stops him in his tracks with a toe-kick. "The Redeemer" sets up him up..
Franks: This could be it!
Quadros: No, this is it!
...and hits him with The Lion's Mane (Pedigree)! He hooks the leg and referee Steve Upshaw counts:
1..........................2.........................3! Ding! Ding! Ding!
Ferdinand: The winner of this match, via pinfall, "The Redeemer" Valentine Lionheart!
Franks: Valentine Lionheart may have gotten the victory, but Jack Gaither never gave up. It was a great
performance by both men.
GAME TIME IN 5...4...3...2...1!
Written by: Sita & Bobby
As the camera came into shot the view Cady Colemans behind came into view as she walked around the corner
to the new changing room of Bubba Williams. Without even knocking she opened the door and slid inside...
Cady/Leila: Bubba get your ugly ass out here!
Bubba walks out of the bathroom towards the female voice. He is zipping up the fly on his faded blue
denim overalls.
Bubba Williams: What the hell do ya want woman? You told me to come here t'night and I don't even have
me a match, so what woman? Why tha hell did ya bring me here?
Leaning back against the door she eyed him up slowly and raised an eyebrow...
Cady/Leila: Well now is that any way to talk to the woman who has handed you all you want on a silver
platter Bubba?
Bubba stands, eyeing the beauty of Cady Coleman.
Bubba Williams: Well, I...Uh. Well the platter maybe silver but it is also empty, what are you bringin me?
Moving the body that Bubba had his eyes all over towards him she rose her middle finger and pressed it
against his lips...
Cady/Leila: Shhhh now sweet cheeks momma will give you everything you want all in good time, do you
not have trust in me after all I have done for you?
Bubba grabs her hand and moves it from his lips, a glare of pure anger piercing the woman.
Bubba Williams: Look, You're crap won't work on me anymore. I'm no longer the bumbling idiot you
remember, I will not be your lap dog. Now when you say fetch I saw go screw yourself, You want me, then we
will do this like we should, I'm here to take out Field for what he did to my life, for what he made me do to my
wife. And hunny, you don't even come close to her, so don't even try. So, why am I here?
Throwing her head back she let out a cackle of laughter and pulled her hand away.
Cady/Leila: Bubba do not flatter yourself, I may be crazy but I would have to hit a whole new level of crazy
before I would come near you. You are my lapdog though and I'm here to throw you a bone so sit down you
buffoon!
Pulling herself up onto the dressing table she picked up the bottle of unopened water from beside her...
Cady/Leila: You see I have this match tonight, I know you don't but it has a friend of yours in and I don't
think we taught him quite a good enough lesson last week. So how about you get your ass into gear and get
ready to be my lapdog and do what I brought you here to do?
Bubba Williams: You got a match against Field? I gotta start reading the cards. I was too worried about
facing my little wanna slant to even think about this show. Miss Coleman, you've got my attention.
Cady/Leila: You know some girls would be insulted that a body like this does nothing for you...
She runs her hands slowly down her curves and smiles wickedly at him...
Cady/Leila: But the mention of Tony Field and your can barely control yourself, don't make a mess of those
lovely overalls Bubba darling. Yes I have a match, and if you are in this with me you need to be paying more
attention to Tony's activities understand? I brought you here as my man power, your here for one purpose and
one purpose only, to destroy Tony Field in every way possible. I ain't going to let you slack off Bubba Williams,
either your in or your out...what's it gonna be?
Bubba drops his head, looking sadly at the ground.
Bubba Williams: You're right, I got distracted. Started getting i nto the wrestling mindset again. I haven't
forgotten about Field, I never will, he will be mine. And make no mistake Cady..or Leila, or whoever tha hell I am
talkin' to, I ain't no flammin ass queer, the reaction may be similar, blood boiling, temprature rising, but what I'm
gonna do to Field ain't got nothin to do with what your thinking. I will make sure that this time I will not miss, I will
end him, Then, well maybe I'll be in the mood to give you what you want, but don't get yer hopes up.
Pushing herself off the dressing table she threw the bottle at Bubba and chuckled...
Cady/Leila: Don't flatter yourself big boy, I want your body for one reason and one reason only. Making
sure Field pays for everything he did to me...and then if there is some time left we can make him pay for what he
did to you to. So get your shit together you big lump. Its game time!
Cracking a wicked grin she sauntered past him and out of his dressing room door; may the games
commence.
REGULAR RULES
Cady Coleman vs. Tony Field
Written by: Donnie (match) & Blake (commentary)
Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, from the UK, standing 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighing in at 137 pounds...CADY COLEMAN!!
The lights to the arena go down and the name Cady Coleman slams against the screens as The Enemy starts to play, then two bursts 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.
Ferdinand: And her opponent. Hailing from St. Louis, Missouri, standing 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighing in at 227 pounds...THE REAL DEAL, TONY FIELD!!
The lights go out all over the arena. Then the entire arena comes under a gold tent as green lights flash around the entrance ramp. "30/30-150" by Stone Sour starts to blare all over the arena as a streaming green pyros flow over the entrance. Field steps through the stream to a large ovation from the crowd.
Franks: This should be one hell of a match, Ray. These two have been intertwined for some time now and it looks like things have finally reached the boiling point.
Quadros: I know I wouldn’t mind seeing them intertwined…
Franks: You’re a sick, sick man, Ray.
Quadros: Why thank you!
Field makes his way to the ring, playing the fans the whole way, but holding his neck. When he reaches the apron, he places one knee on the apron and pulls himself up with the middle rope. Grabbing the top rope from the apron he jumps over the top rope, but quickly reaches for his neck before he makes way for the far turnbuckle, jumping to the top and raising his index finger in the air with his right hand, and holding the tag title high in the other hand.
Franks: Field is looking a little worse for wear tonight, after that brutal beating at the hands of Bubba Williams last week.
Tony no more climbs off the turnbuckle and Cady bum rushes him clubbing him over the neck and knocking field down to his knees as the referee calls for the bell to begin the match.
Quadros: And it looks like Coleman’s going to take advantage of that!!
Cady takes her boot and pushes it to the back of Field's neck, grinding her heel against the sore neck of Field. Field kicks and writhes in pain as he holds on to the bottom rope. The referee calls for Cady to break the hold. Cady pushes the referee aside.
The referee tries again, but this time Cady shoves the referee to the ground and goes right back at Field. The referee gets to his feet and calls for the bell, disqualifying Cady Coleman.
Franks: Coleman’s lost it, Ray! Steve Upshaw has called for the bell…This one’s over. It looks like Field is going to win this one by DQ.
Cady reaches down and grabs Field's tag team title and starts to hit shot after shot with it across the back of Field's neck. Then from the ramp Ashton Crowley comes rushing down to the ring, he slides under the rail and goes right at Cady, grabbing her and turning her around, and setting her up for the Eternal Hangover.
Franks: And here comes Crowley! He’s coming to his partner’s aid!!
Before Crowley can get the move off Bubba Williams has jumped the guard rail and is in the ring with his tire iron from the previous week. He cracks Crowley over the head with it, sending him to the mat. Crowley drops like a sack of potatoes.
Quadros: Not before Bubba Williams can get to him first! This is turning into another Grade A brawl!!
Bubba sends Crowley into the ropes then sends back to the mat with the Jigaboo Slam.
Bubba lifts up Crowley and sends him crashing down hard to the mat with the Burning Cross.
Franks: What a hard powerbomb by Bubba Williams!
Quadros: He calls that one the Burning Cross, you know. You can say it Carl. It’s just a move.
Meanwhile, back in the corner, Coleman is all over Field, still hitting shot after shot against his neck. Finally she lifts him up and tosses him over to Bubba, who has just left Crowley a mess in the middle of the ring. She shouts something to Bubba and Bubba nods his head in agreement.
Cady places the tag title on the mat and then Bubba nails the Krout Route on Field, smashing his skull to the mat, putting a huge strain on the neck.
Franks: This is just horrible, Ladies and Gentlemen. Dysfunction is once again being brutalized at the hands of Coleman and Williams, with no end in sight.
Cady then goes to the top rope, and then comes flying off with the Silence of Cries, right across the neck of Field. They both then turn their attention back to Crowley. Bubba lifts him to his feet, then presses him to his head. He walks around the ring for a moment, then slams him back down to the mat with the Slave Driver.
Cady rolls out of the ring, grabbing a chair and tossing it back in to Bubba. She shouts at Bubba, and Bubba nods, then wraps the chair around the knee of Crowley.
Quadros: They’re working on Crowley’s surgically repaired knee now, Carl! They’re looking to end these two right here and right now!
Dustin Jacobs sprints down the ramp with a ball bat in hand. He rolls under the bottom rope and slams the ball bat across the back of Bubba Williams. Williams falls to the mat. Coleman turns and just as Jacobs swings the bat she ducks and rolls under the bottom rope.
Franks: Not so fast Ray! Here comes Dustin Jacobs! Williams and Coleman are scattering!
Cady grabs Bubba and rolls him under the bottom rope as Jacobs slams the bat hard against the top rope, mouthing both, daring them to come back in the ring. As Jacobs stalks around the ring, guarding Field and Crowley, Bubba Williams and Cady Coleman back up the ramp, Bubba holding his back slightly as both look in the ring and laugh at the carnage they've left.
Franks: This isn’t the last we’ve seen of this, Ray. Not by a long shot!
NON-TITLE
Ryan Shane vs. Kaito
Written by: Andrew
Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...And is our main event of the evening! Introducing first....
(The intro to "Right Now" by Van Halen begins to play throughout the arena. The entrance ramp is dimly lit as the figure of Ryan Shane makes his way out. The intro to the song then cuts to the chorus and pyro goes off as Shane makes his way to the ring as the fans erupt in a chorus of boos. As he gets to the ring he slides in under the bottom rope and then stands and raises his hands high to the continuing sound of boos)
Ferdinand: He hails from Allen Park, Michigan, and weighs 210 lbs...He is the former PWA Premiere Champion...."Right Now" Ryan Shane!
(A dragon roar is heard over the arena speakers, which causes the lights in the arena to go out. The first eight notes of "G.W.D." by Thee Michelle Gun Elephant blare over the speakers as red lights illuminate the arena. On the next eight notes, blue lights illuminate the arena. ON the next eight notes, the red lights illuminate the arena again. On the next eight, the blues lights shine again. This procedure goes back and forth as the song progresses. But once the lead guitar begins playing, fire explodes from the stage area. At the same time, Jiraiya Kaito is launched from underneath the stage and lands on one knee as the blue and red lights go through a strobe effect, almost seizure-like. With his head hanging down, Jiraiya Kaito stands up while the fans show their appreciation for him. A second or two pass before Jiraiya Kaito finally looks up. He then begins to walk down to the ring with a look of determination on his face, taking notice of the many fans that are lined up along the sides of the entrance ramp. Once at the end of the ramp, Jiraiya Kaito stops walking and stares into the ring. A few more seconds pass before he grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up onto the ring apron. Kaito then walks over to the nearest corner and leaps up onto the top turnbuckle, facing the ring. He holds his hands above his head and brings them together in prayer-mode. He takes a deep breath before leaping off the top turnbuckle and lands on one knee while pounding the middle of the ring with a single fist, causing flames to erupt from all four ring posts... two of them with red flames and the other two with blue flames. The lights return to normal as he looks up from his kneeling position. He stands upright and soaks in the admiration from the fans in attendance.)
Ferdinand: And his opponent, from Naha, Okinawa...He weighs 189lbs...He is the current PWA Premiere Champion...The Sentoryu....Jiraiya Kaito!!!!
(Steve Upshaw conducts a quick search for weapons and signals the match to begin. *DING!* At the sound of the bell, Shane strides forward and with a condescending smirk on his face, invites his opponent meet him in ring center and engage him in a lock up. Jiraiya seems willing to oblige and lunges toward his rival...Only to have Shane reach out and catch him with a nicely placed finger poke to the eyes on the way in! Kaito staggers back, blinking rapidly, and Ryan takes advantage of the situation by stepping forward into a European Uppercut that sends the Sentonryu reeling back into the nearest corner! Ryan immediately follows up with a Running Corner Clothesline that leaves Kaito slumped helplessly against the turnbuckles, and then breaks out into a wide grin as the winds up and slaps his opponent HARD across the cheek!)
*MASSIVE HEEL POP!*
Franks: That was completely uncalled for!
Quadros: Hey, Ryan was just letting Kaito know who the boss in this match really is, is all!
(With that nasty grin still flickering across his face, Shane proceeds to nail Kaito with a hard knee to the gut, and then proceeds to cinch in a tight front facelock, and lift him upside down with the hope of nailing him with a Vertical Suplex out of the corner! WAIT! Jiraiya finds a way to twist out of the suplex attempt, and counters with a Dragon Stunner that sends Ryan staggering back into the corner, clutching his jaw as he slumps against the turnbuckles! Kipping up to his feet, Jiraiya instantly propels himself into a Handspring Enzuigiri that drops Shane like a bad habit in the corner; he then follows up with a stiff bootscrape...And then a second...And a third...Before capping this strike sequence by backing up and then charging forward into a stiff Running Corner Kick that leaves Shane looking like he's just about dead to the world!)
Quadros: Oh no! Ryan seemed to have things in hand, but now finds himself trapped in the corner, and that's not the place you want to find yourself against Kaito!
Franks: Indeed. Guess we're about to find out who the boss really is in this match...won't we, Ray?
Quadros: I bet if felt really good for you to say something like that, didn't it?
Franks: Actually, it did...
(Kaito lingers in the corner for a moment, staring down at his stricken opponent through narrow eyes, before he vaults over the rope to the ring apron and then vaults right back in, directly in front of Shane as he insultingly kicks him with the Jinga Kikku! The crowd cheers Jiraiya on as he pulls his foe back to his feet by the arm then doubles his opponent over with a stiff shoot kick; he then proceeds to cinch in a front facelock, before hopping off the second turnbuckle and spinning off into a Tornado DDT! Kaito uses the momentum of the move to roll over on top of his opponent, and applies the cover for the first pin fall attempt of the match: 1.....2.....T-Kick Out!)
Franks: Kaito nearly got the win with that DDT variation, and I don't think that he's in the mood to let up on his attack just yet!
(Undaunted, Kaito then grabs his opponent up by the arm and twists it into an arm wringer, before firing off a series of hard repeating shoot kicks to the ribs. Shane doubles over in agony, and Kaito follows up by cinching in another facelock, hoooking the leg, and then hoisting him up in the air before dropping him head-first with a Fisherman Buster! Once again, Kaito, applies the cover, making certain to hook the leg: 1....2....THR-Kick Out! Jiraiya looks a little non-plussed, but quickly manages to keep his emotions in check as he climbs to his feet and then leaps up and clocks Shane in the face with a beautiful Dropsault just as he rises off the mat! Down goes Shane, and the Okinawan follows up by racing off the ropes into a Rolling Thunder Senton, before rolling through the move into an equally well-executed Standing Moonsault! Another cover, with the hook of the leg! 1......2.....THREENO! Shane gets a shoulder up at the last possible moment!)
*NEAR FALL POP!*
Franks: I hate to say it, but that was a nice display of toughness by Shane just then.
Quadros: Yeah, it'll take a lot more than that to put him away, that's for sure.
(Kaito slams the mat in frustration, but takes it out in his rival by cinching in a front facelock and digging in a series of hard knees to the top of his grounded opponent's head! Once he's satisifed that he's done enough damage, Jiraiya then pulls Shane back to his feet and electrifies his crowd by yelling out a single word..."JIENDO!" But before he can execute his dreaded finisher, Shane bulls him back into the nearest corner, and begins to drive a series of shoulders into his gut! Shane then grabs Kaito by the hair and lights him up with a stiff knife-edged chop! WHOO! And another! WHOO! And a third! WHOO! Uh Oh! Kaito glares at his rival as he fires back with a chop of his own that causes Shane to cringe in agony! WHOOOO! And a second! WHOOOO! A third! WHOOOOOO! Hard kick to the gut doubles Ryan over, and once again, Kaito cinches in a front facelock, and gazes out into the crowd by yelling JIENDO at the top of his lung once again!)
Franks: THIS IS IT...!!!
Quadros: NO IT ISN'T!!!
(Indeed, Ryan somehow manages to slip out of his rival's grasp, and then kneels down and delivers a hard uppercut that lands flush against his rival's groin! OH! BOOOOO! And to make matters worse for Kaito, Steve Upshaw was out of position, so he didn't see what just happened! Kaito doubles over in agony, and Shane quickly takes advantage by cinching in a front facelock of his own before taking him over into a Snap Suplex! Shane then pulls his opponent back to his feet and then executes a second Snap Suplex! Then he pulls him up for a third time, but this time he bridges back into his Right Nowthern Lights Suplex for a pinfall attempt: ONE.............TWO..........THREEEEENOO! Kaito kicks out at 2.9999999!!!!!!)
Quadros: Damn it! I thought that was it!
Franks: Thankfully, it wasn't! It would have been a shame to see the match decided as a result of a low blow!
Quadros: Well, Shane's got other ways to finish a person off, and I think we're going to see him display some of those methods in the minutes that follow!
(Shane obviously thought that was the finish of the match, because his mouth drops in disbelief as he stares down at his opponent. Ryan climbs to his feet and begins to stomp away at his rival! STOMP to the face! STOMP to the gut! STOMP to wind pipe, and now Kaito is rolling around on the mat, clutching his throat! Shane smirks as he stares down at his opponent, and then adds to his misery by bouncing off the ropes, leaping up into the air, and then nailing Kaito with a Flying Double Knee drop to chest and throat! Shane then applies the cover, while grinding his forearm into his opponent's throat: 1.........2.......TH-Kick Out! Shane shakes his head and hisses a curse through clenched teeth, but keeps his wits about him as he pulls his opponent up by the arm and whips him into the ropes, before catching him on the rebound and driving him to the mat with a hard Snap Scoop Powerslam. Another cover, with the hook of the leg: 1.......2.......THRE-NO! Not quite! Kaito kicks out yet again!)
Franks: Another clutch kickout by Kaito!
Quadros: Yeah, but he's getting worn down with each high-impact move that his rival hits! It shouldn't be that much longer until Ryan finds the maneuver that puts him away!
(Shane seems to be less than impressed about the fact that he hasn't been able to put his opponent away yet, and vents his anger by assuming the mount and delivering a series of hard right hands into his opponent's face. Ignoring Upshaw's warning about using the closed fist, Shane pulls his rival up and then proceeds to hoist him up on his shoulders for the Air Shane! Shane begins to spin him around and around....WAIT! Kaito counters into an Iron Octopus! Kaito begins to squeeze on the submission attempt for all that he's worth, but Shane isn't ready give up control, and regains it by falling backward into a Samoan Drop that drives his rival into the mat. Shane then bridges back, for yet another pin fall attempt: 1.........2........THRE-Kick Out! Ryan pounds the mat in frustration, and glares at his rival with a predatory expression on his face as he watches him struggle back to his feet. Sliding behind him, Ryan then leaps up and grabs him from behind before taking him down hard across his knees with his dreaded SOMEDAY SNAP!)
*CROWD DEFLATES!!!*
Shane: I'm the TRUE Premiere Champion!!!
(After taking a moment to celebrate, and soak in the jeers of the crowd, Shane finally covers Kaito, and his smile grows wider as he drops down and applies what he obviously thinks is the last cover of the match: 1.................2...............THREEEEEE!!! NO! WAIT! Kaito gets a shoulder up at 2.999999999!!!!!!! Shane springs to his feet and gets in Upshaw's face, poking his finger in his chest as he tells him to learn how to count..or else! Upshaw's eyes go wide at the implied threat, and he advises Ryam that he should seriously consider a different method of arguing the points he wishes to make...or else! Now it's Shane's turn to go wide-eyed as he steps forward and yells " Or else what!? Huh? Tell me! Or else what!?" Meanwhile, Kaito has managed to struggle back to his feet, but Shane doesn't notice him approaching him from behind as he continues to bicker with the official; and he pays the price for this lapse in concentration when Jirayia grabs him in a Full Nelson and takes him over into a Bridging Dragon Suplex for a pinning attempt: 1.......2.......THRE-NO!)
Quadros: *Phew!* That sneaky Nip nearly stole the win away from his opponent, but Shane just proved that he wasn't going to be defeated by such under-handed tactics!
Franks: I can't...*shakes head* You know what? I'mnot going to bother!
(Both men scramble up to their feet at roughly the same time, but Kaito makes it up a split-second before his opponent, and tries to take advantage by stepping forward into a K.O. Kikku that seems designed to tear his rival's head off! NO! Ryan catches the leg! Before Kaito can react, Shane then falls backward into a Capture Suplex that sends his opponent flying across the ring! Not wasting a moment, Shane pulls himself off the mat and ascends the turnbuckles of the nearest corner, before sailing off into an Allen Park Elbow that lands flush against his rival's chest! Shane drops to his knees to apply the cover, but breaks out into a wide, evil grin as he climbs back to his feet and waits for his opponent to rise. As soon as Kaito makes it to his knees, Shane sprints forward, with the intention of nailing his foe with his vaunted Shaning Wizard...!!!)
Quadros: HERE IT COMES!!!
(..Only to have Kaito somehow catch him in mid-air and hoist him onto his shoulders with a Fireman's Carry! Jiraiya then rises to his feet and lets out a loud battle cry as he drops his opponent off his shoulders...directly into the path of the K.O. Kikku he was looking for earlier in the match!!! Shane's eyes go vacant as he collapses to the canvas, but Kaito seems intent upon making certain that his rival stays down for good and quickly hauls his nearly unconscious opponent back to his feet before hoisting him over his shoulder and then dropping him head first into the mat with the TODOME DA!!! THUMP! Shane lies motionless after taking the Beach Break Piledriver, and Kaito breaks out into a slight smile as he applies the cover, , making certain to hook the leg: 1..................2.....................THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!)
*GIGANTIC FACE POP!!!!!*
Ferdinand: Your winner of the match...By pinfall...Jiraiya Kaito!!!!!
Quadros: Damn it! I can't believe it!
Franks: Well, believe it! The Premiere Champion secures a big victory over Ryan Shane, in impressive fashion, I might add.
(Kaito's smile grows a bit wider as he has his hand raised in victory and celebrates his victory while the official checks on the condition of his opponent. After acknowledging the cheers of the crowd, Jiraiya exits the ring and makes his way up the entrance ramp...Only to stop dead in his tracks as he sees Va'aiga standing behind him inside the ring.)
Quadros: What's HE doing out here?
Franks: Guess we're about the find out!
(The two competitors engage in a lengthy stare down, untilVa'aiga nods unpleasantly and offers a word of congratulations to Kaito, who gives him a curt nod in return as he walks past him, brushing shoulders against him as he exits the ring. Big V brurns a hole through the departing Kaito with his stare and as he watches the Premiere Champion leave without once looking back, and then rolls outside the ring and begins to make his way through the crowd. )
Quadros: Wow...Did you see the anger in the eyes of V during the staredown that he had with Kaito!? Did you see the intensity in Kaito's eyes, as well!? I can't wait for the rematch between Kaito and Va'aiga at Devil's Due! It should be an explosive match, to say the...Wait!
(The camera turns its attention away from Va'aiga, while focuses back on Terminus as the masked man saunters down the ramp toward the ring, with his eyes fixed upon the prone form of Shane. After sliding into the ring, the New Age Punisher then stares down at the prone, unmoving form of Ryan and sinister smirk appears through his mask as he kneels down on one knee in front of him, and addresses him in a cold tone of voice.)
Terminus: Well, the son may not have paid for the sin of the fathers, but tonight, the protege will. Please give my regards to Dade, Ryan...
(And with that, Terminus pulls Ryan back to his feet, cinches in a Double Underhook, and flips forward into the Piledriver that he calls The Last Word! Ryan is turned upside down, landing head-first on the mat, and lies quivering on the canvas! The New Age Punisher stares down at him for a moment, and then rolls out of the ring, with that smile growing slightly larger as he sees Samantha Teague-Gaither staring daggers at him as she stands at the top of the entrance ramp.)
STG: Terminus, that little stunt is going to cost you a LOT of money! How does $10,000 dollars sound!? No...scratch that...Make that 20,000 dollars!
Terminus, shrugging: I'll have someone send the cheque to you very shortly, Samantha...
(Terminus then attempts to walk arounf her, only to have the Comissioner side-step so that she remains in front of him.)
STG: Oh, don't think you're getting off that bloody easily! Because in the state of mind that I'm in, I think maybe it's time for me to call a meeting of the Board of Directors, so that we can discuss your future in the PWA! And if I have my way, this little stunt of yours is going to cost you a heck of a lot more than some money in your wallet!
Terminus: I see...Well, just let me know when the meeting is scheduled to take place, and I'll be there...along with my friend.
(Terminus then points behind Samantha, whose eyes go wide as she turns around and sees Simon Retter standing behind her. Retter gives the Commissoner a tip of his hat, before he turns on his heel and exits the arena, with the other masked man trailing closely behind him! Samantha watches them leave and mouths the words "Bloody hell!" as the shot begins to fade...)
Franks: Well, what a crazy night it's been, and if the events that took place after the match are any indication, it's juts going to keep getting crazier in the weeks that follow. That's all the time we have...Good night!
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