Premiere Wrestling Alliance

Bad Moon Rising
Wednesday, October 8th, 2008
Allstate Arena Chicago, Illinois

Apuestas (Wagers)

As Nighthawk sits in the locker room at the Allstate Arena, slowly tightening the drawstring on his shorts, the door yawns open slowly and in walks Johnny Red. Smirking despite himself the hometown boy pulls a rubberband out of his USA Wrestling gym bag and ties up his long cherry bomb-red locks. Clad as he otherwise is in a black Jorge Rivera Academia de Lucha Libre t-shirt, and black work boots, the “Wrestling Machine” grins and waits for the question.

Johnny Red: “A few hours from now, Nighthawk, you go into the biggest night of your career. What are your thoughts?”

Nighthawk: “Tonight, Johnny, I dedicate my two performances to Jorge Rivera. My mentor, my Maestro, and my friend. Viva La Mexico Jorge.”

Chris Wilkins

Fire

"What I Want" by Daughtry begins to play in the arena. As the chorus starts, a blast of fireworks come out from the entrance ramp and smoke starts to fill the arena. It begins to clear and standing on the stage are Chris Wilkins with Alex Rollins at is side. With Rollins yelling instructions in his ear, they walk down to the ring. Sliding in at the same time, Wilkins raises his fists to the fans, while Rollins claps behind him. Talking last second strategy, Wilkins waits for the match to start.

Quadros: And the entrance of Chris Wilkins kicks off our matches for this evening.

Franks: Indeed. Let's hope he has a miracle in his back pocket, he's facing a guy who is like huger then he is.

Quadros: Huger?

Franks: Yep.

"Gossip" by Lil' Wayne blares out of the arena sound system as Fire steps out to a mixed reaction from the numerous fans in the crowd. He takes his time walking to the ring, eyeing the much smaller Chris Wilkins, almost licking his chops. He slides into the ring as he uses the ropes to stretch.

Franks: Man, this is like that one match in the bible.

Quadros: They had pro wrestling in the bible?

Franks: Yeah. It was David against that large fella, can't remember his name.

Quadros: Why do you talk?

The bell rings as Wilkins circles around the much larger Fire, trying to think of a solid plan before doing anything. Fire stands in the middle of the ring, every single move Chris makes. The action kicks in as Chris darts in and hits a couple of quick kicks to the leg of Fire, trying to take him off of his feet. Nothing so far as Fire kind of laughs, trying to shrug off the kicks. Chris goes back towards him and connects on a couple more kicks before Fire tries to take his head off with a clothesline. Wilkins ducks out of the way and once Fire turns around, he gets met with a dropkick to the stomach. Fire goes back a couple of steps as Chris jumps in the air again, hitting a second dropkick as Fire goes into the turnbuckles. The crowd cheers as Wilkins throws his arm up into the air as he rushes towards the corner. He's looking for an elbow but Fire gets his boot up in time as the face of Chris connects with the sole. His head bounces off of the canvas as Fire comes out of the corner.

Quadros: Wilkins was going so well before he attempted that.

Frank: You think? I tell you that the size advantage is going to be key for Fire.

Wilkins begins to push himself off of the mat as Fire waits for him to get up. Chris is up just long enough to get clubbed with a right hand. He doesn't go down right away as Fire hits him a second time before throwing him into the ropes with ease. Wilkins bounces back as he slides between the legs of Fire and gets up to a vertical base. Fire turns around into a kick to the leg once more as Chris tries to hit a clothesline but to no effect. Fire grins as Chris hits more leg kicks, trying to buckle the right leg of Fire, get him down to size. Still nothing as Fire gets tired of it and swats at Chris with another right hand. Chris goes down as Fire picks up back up. Fire tosses Wilkins into the air and watches him drop onto the mat.

Franks: Did you see how high Chris went? Good lord!

Quadros: Man, that's going to break a rib.

With his stomach on the canvas, Chris tries to push himself up but Fire simply walks over him, putting all that weight onto his back. He yells out in pain as Fire does it a second time and stays on his back a little bit longer. Another grin on his face, Fire lifts Chris off the mat again as he pushes him into the corner. Fire rushes towards Chris, hitting a body press with all of his weight. Wilkins slumps down as Fire runs into the corner again, hitting a knee strike. Fire pulls him out of the corner as he covers.

One!

Two!!

Wilkins pops that right shoulder off of the mat as the crowd cheers for him. Fire keeps on the attack as he almost insultingly slaps the face of Wilkins. The crowd boos this action as Fire slowly pulls Chris up by his hair. Chris catches Fire off guard with a couple of kicks to the leg again but it doesn't matter as Fire hits the deadly brain chop.

Quadros: I don't know how much longer Chris Wilkins can take the abuse from the big man here.

Franks: I know. Man I love this.

Wilkins falls to the mat again as Fire is taking his time know, thinking every hit through to make it hurt that much more. Fire runs the ropes and hits a leg drop across the chest of Chris Wilkins before he goes for another cover.

One!

Two!!

Another kick out by Chris as the crowd keeps cheering for him. Fire is starting to look frustrated as he gets on his knees, pulling Wilkins up with him. The crowd claps for Chris, trying to give him some energy to go off of to get back into this thing. At this point though, Fire is in control as he lifts Chris up into the air and falls backwards with a suplex. Fire goes for another cover, hooking a leg this time.

One!

Two!!

Once more, Chris Wilkins gets a shoulder off the mat. Fire pounds the mat as he starts to yell at the ref.

Franks: Eh, I think this is a mistake by Fire. He shouldn't be jawing with the ref.

Quadros: I agree but he's still in control.

Chris is starting to get up to his feet as Fire turns right around into a dropkick. He staggers back a couple of inches as Chris hits a second dropkick, this time to the knee. Fire is nearly down as Chris hits him with more leg kicks until Fire finally goes to his knees! The crowd cheers as Chris rears his leg back and hits a buzzsaw kick! Fire is completely on the mat as Chris falls back over, the beating catching up with him. The crowd begins to cheer and count along with the ref's ten count.

One!

Two!!

Three!!!

Four!!!!

Five!!!!!

Fire and Chris are using the ropes to pull themselves up. Fire goes for a clothesline but Chris ducks as he hits a reverse DDT! Slowly, Chris crawls for a cover.

One!

Two!!

Fire kicks out as Chris tries to catch his breath. Jack stomps on Fire before running against the ropes and dropping his elbows onto Fire, he finally moves around to the side of Fire and taunts for him to moves as he shakes his legs in anticipation, Fire soon sits up as Wilkins runs at him looking for to hit the shining wizard but as he runs at Fire, Fire grabs Wilkins around the throat as he slowly gets to his feet, he stares at Wilkins who tries to fight out of the chokehold as the ref moves in and starts to count, but Fire suddenly lifts Wilkins up onto his shoulder for the chokeslam but as Fire throws him over Wilkins counters it into a hurricarana of sorts, both men hit the mat as the ref moves in to check on them both.

Quadros: Both men are down again!

Franks: Chris is showing a lot of heart here tonight.

After around five again, both men get back up to their feet as Fire yells out and hits an elbow on Chris Wilkins before lifting him up into the air for a powerbomb. Chris manages to drop down behind Fire as he grabs his shoulders and shocks him by hitting You're Broken! The crowd goes insane as they didn't see that coming in the least bit. Chris crawls over for a cover as he hooks a leg.

One!

Two!!

Three!!!

The bell rings for a second time as Chris rolls off of Fire, getting onto his knees and raising his arms in victory.

Franks: Dammit, I lost money on this match.

Quadros: Someday you'll make some money, someday...

Deal? What Deal?

*Jack Gaither, his girlfriend Samantha, Board of Directors member Demitre Lionheart, and referee "Honest Abe" Sanders are discussing final strategy for the Premiere Title match in Room #201; the crowd boos as they see what's happening on the giant screen.*

DEMITRE: Now listen Mr. Sanders, we're paying you a good chunk of money to help us out here--don't muck this up!

HONEST ABE: Let me get this straight, you want me to walk out to the ring with Samantha and Jack to help "enforce" the rules during the Premiere Title Match?

SAMANTHA: That's right mate! We think you're the only guy worthy enough for the job. Mike's on his honeymoon and can't get back to us; Tommy, Ryan, and Jarhead--

JACK: WHOA! Jarhead? I thought he was murdered in Boston; Sam, you didn't tell me he was here!

SAMANTHA: It was something I kept from you to help you protect your sanity; besides, Jarhead staged his death in order to quit some desk job and fly over here to Chicago.

JACK: Thank God he's alive and here...

DEMITRE: Mr. Sanders, may I speak to Jack and Samantha in private?

HONEST ABE: Sure.

*"Honest Abe" Sanders heads out of the room while Demitre sits down with Jack and Samantha; the cameraman walks out of the room with Abe and into a hallway. A few minutes later, Samantha and Jack emerge from the room with sinister grins on their faces.*

HONEST ABE: Why do you two have those shit-eating grins on your faces?

SAMANTHA: For starters mate, I told Jack that I won't break up with--because Demitre told us...Jack?

JACK: Abe, you don't have to worry about the future at all; I'm glad you came out of retirement to help us out tonight, because Demitre told us that--whether we WIN or whether we LOSE tonight--we're still getting our deal.

HONEST ABE: Incredible!

SAMANTHA: Here's to the future of the Premiere Wrestling Alliance!

ALL IN UNISON: AMEN!

JACK: Let's get out to ringside!

*Jack, Samantha, and "Honest Abe" Sanders march down the hallway and get ready to enter the ring--as one united force. The crowd comes unglued as the feed switches back over to the announcers' desk.*

CARL: Deal? What deal?

RAY: This is the deal that's been hyped up for a long time now; I can't wait to finally see what it's gonna be!

CARL: Ray, something's not right here. Over the past few weeks, we've seen former commentators Tommy Veot and Ryan Richardson, "Mean Mike" Masterson, and now we get to see Jaromir "Jarhead" Pulaski and "Honest Abe" Sanders!?! This deal truly smells fishy, and I'm scared about this company's future right now.

RAY: Well Carl, Jack did say that the figure of the PWA looks brighter everyday.

CARL: Yeah, and I gotta wear shades too.

RAY: You and your stupid '80s music jokes...

Where's My Spot?

In the epic halls of the arena, a figure with a hood up walks about, looking frantically for someone. The Butcher comes into the sights of the man as he quickly jogs up to him. Butcher takes notice upon who this happens to be as he waves.

The Butcher: Well well, what can I do for you Brad Kane?

Brad keeps his hood up as he looks at the Commish.

Brad Kane: I want a spot in one of those matches.

The Butcher: No can do chief, sorry.

Turning his head to look at the ground, Brad inhales.

Brad Kane: You know for a fact I should be in the Premiere Title match at least. You took away my spot and gave it to someone else.

Butch has a sad look on his face as he pats Brad on the shoulder, shaking his head the entire time.

The Butcher: I know but you suffered a concussion. I couldn't let you wrestle tonight, it'd be bad for business if you happened to get knocked loopy again.

The former Atlantic Champion slowly nods his head.

The Butcher: So why don't you go watch this show from the front row and get a good look at the rest of this grand card.

Brad Kane: Fair enough. Just don't hold me accountable for whatever might happen tonight.

With that said, Brad walks past Butcher as Butcher turns around to see Brad walking back down the hallway. Butcher pulls out a cell phone as he presses a button before raising the phone to his ear.

The Butcher: Security... keep an eye on Brad Kane. Thanks.

He shuts his phone as he goes back to work.

Nighthawk (1-0)

Alex Legend (0-1)

- Pure Wrestling Match -
Match #2 of best of 3

Ring Announcer Freddy Ferdinand: “This next contest is match no. 2 in the best-of-3 series, and is contested under Pure Wrestling Rules. The referee inside the ring is Steve Smoger.”

Franks: Well, you can't question the comeptitive spirit of both men that are scheduled to face one another in this next match!

Nighthawk accepted the challenge of Alex Legend, even though he'll also be competing in a match later on tonight to determine the next Premiere Champion! And Legend agreed to take the place of Liam Travers after the latter's injury, even though he's down 1-0 in this series, and facing a man who seems to be wrestling as well as he ever has in his life!

Quadros: I guess not...You can question their intelligence for doing this, though! The again, neither of these guys strike me as the type that read quantum physics textbooks in their spare time!

Franks: Um...like you do?

Quadros: Sure...they're a great cure for insomnia!

(The lights in the arena dim and red strobes begin to flash as "Waking the Demon" by Bullet for my Valentine starts to blast throughout the arena. A few seconds later "The Absolute" Alex Legend steps out from behind the curtain with a sleeveless shirt, black bandana and Aviators on. He makes his way down to the ring slapping hands with the people along the guardrails. Legend slides under the bottom rope then gets on top of the turnbuckle and poses for the fans one last time before taking his entrance attire off.)

Freddy Ferdinand: “Introducing first, from Houston, Texas weighing in tonight at 230 pounds…. “The Untouchable” Alex Legend.”

(As his opponent stands in the center of the ring the house lights in the arena suddenly fade all the way to black and are quickly replaced by blue and white laser lights which draws an appreciative roar from the sold-out crowd. As the laser lights flash in time the roar grows ever louder as the familiar opening strains of ""Holding Out For A Hero (Sweet Home Chicago Intro)" by Emery booms out over the sound speakers as Nighthawk stands at the top of the ramp, his profile silhouetted by 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 and sings "I Need a Hero" in time with the beat of the song, his ice-blue eyes never leaving his target as he walks down the ramp while enthusiastically shaking hands with every single fan that he can touch. Getting on the top turnbuckle Nighthawk raises one finger above his head before crouching down in his corner.)

Freddy Ferdinand: “And introducing, in the corner to my left, his opponent… from the fighting city of Chicago, Illinois… weighing in at 185 pounds….. he is a former World Light Heavyweight Champion… “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk!”

(As Nighthawk bangs his fists on the mat in rhythm the crowd tosses in blue-and-white streamers by the literal hundreds and chants “We love Nighthawk” with the enthusiasm reserved for a conquering hero.)

* Ding Ding!*

(As Nighthawk and Alex step in the center of the ring to face off against each other they both shake hands in a sign of respect before they go into a collar-and-elbow tie-up, the Houston native coming out of the back door with an armbar that the Chicago native counters out of right into a standing wristlock, taking it over into a stepover wristlock as he begins to work on his opponent’s left arm. Cinching in the wristlock deep the former World Light Heavyweight Champion begins to try and weaken the arm, turning the hand of the Houston native forward and back as he tries to figure out which hold will cause Alex the most possible distress and then go off of that. Hooking in the wristlock as deep as he can the “Wrestling Machine” is nonetheless surprised when “The Untouchable” is able to counter his way out of the stepover wristlock right into a grounded headscissors. But as the Houston native holds onto the hold Nighthawk counters out of it into an inverted Indian deathlock, quickly using the opening to release the hold and float up Alex’s body to apply the bridging grounded double chickenwing he calls the Arms Across America. Scrambling to try and figure a way out of the hold Alex eventually gets his way to the ropes and forces a break of the hold.)

Ferdinand: "Alex Legend has used his first rope break, and has two remaining"

(Getting back to his feet, carefully shaking out his left arm as he tries to figure out what to do next, Alex circles the ring for a moment as he tries to keep Nighthawk away from what is now perhaps a slightly tender left arm. Going back to the collar-and-elbow tie-up the Houston native again tries to quickly apply a side headlock which the Chicago native counters into a top wristlock. Nighthawk takes Alex down with a back heel trip, but Legend responds by nipping up to his feet and stamping down hard on his opponent's calf. This allows Legend to reverse into his own top wristlock; Alex then sweeps out his opponent's legs while falling forward with a modified STO which gives the Houston native the chance to transition directly into an Anaconda Vice. Legend has the submission attempt cinched in tight, and Nighthawk's eyes go wide as he desperately tries to pull himself toward the ropes. For a moment, it's uncertain whether he'll succeed, but after a few agonizingly long seconds, The Wrestling Machine is able to maneuver close to the strands to grab onto the bottom cable.)

Ferdinand: "Nighthawk has used his first rope break. He has two remaining."

(A smile flickers across Alex's face as he watches Nighthawk get to his feet and flex his arm and neck for a moment to get some feeling back into that reigon. The two exchange quick, respectful nods before locking up once more. Highthawk gains control with a standing wristlock, wich is quickly converted into a hammerlock. Legend counters with a drop toehold and looks to follow with an STF, but the Wrestling Machine rolls forward to his feet to escape, and then meets the charging Legend with a Flipping Dropkick as the Houston native steps forward. Alex collapses to his back, and Nighthawk follows up with snap hangover legdrop to his opponent's throat before applying the lateral press for the first cover of the match: 1....2....Kick Out! Not wasting a moment, the Wrestling Machine pulls his opponent back to his feet by the arm, twists it into a hammerlock, and then spins him around and bridges back into a Northern Lights Suplex for another pinfall attempt: 1...2...THR-Shoulcer Up!)

Franks: Nighthawk has really stepped up the tempo of his attack, and now seems to be targeting his injured arm with renewed vigor!

Quadros: Which only stands to reason, given that many of his best known moves, including the Hangman's Clutch, target the arm and shoulder reigon! It only makes sense that he would adopt that approach!

Franks: Did I just hear you right!? Did you just actually give Nighthawk a little bit of credit for using sound strategy!?

Quadros: I...It's not like that at all, Carl! It's just....It's just....Crap. I can't beleive I did that. Oh well, I'll just have to try harder next time.

( Nighthawk once again pulls Alex back to his feet by the arm, applies a standing armbar, and then leaps up into a Standing Tornado Single Arm DDT which is chained directly into Bridging Fujiwara Armbar.Legend yells out in pain, but refuses to quit, and manages to claw his way toward the ropes and drape his leg over the bottom cable before two much damage can be done. )

Ferdinand: "Alex Legend has used his second rope break. He has one rope break remaining."

( Nighthawk releases the hold at "four", and a predatory glint enters his eyes as he watches his rival slowly climb to his feet, clutching his wounded limb. Grabbing a hold of the injured arm, Hawk twists it into another armwringer, and then bends it into a hammerlock before scooping his opponent up off the mat and panting him with a hammerlock slam. The Wrestling Machine then vaults to the top rope and then dives off into a Swandive Headbutt, looking to do further damage to his opponent's injured arm and shoulder. However, Legend is somehow able to summon up the strength needed to roll out of the way, and Nighthawk collides head-first with the canvas!)

Quadros: HA! That's what Nighthawk gets for attempting a high-risk maneuver at entirely the wrong time! Some strategic genius he turned out to be!

Franks: Feel better now?

Quadros: Actually...yes. Yes I do.

(Both men remain on the canvas for a few moment, with Alex clutching his arm as he tries to shake some feeling back into it, and his opponent looking like he's just been knocked silly after missing that last move. Smoger issues the obligatory ten count; the Houston native rolls over and climbs up at "five" with a look that indicates that he wants payback for the beating that he sustained earlier. Hauling the War Machine to his feet by the hair, Legend proceeds to send him reeling back into the ropes with a hard European Uppercut. Alex forces the issue by whipping him hard into the ropes; Nighthawk still looks a bit woozy, and is in no position to defend himself when Legend bounces off the other set of strands into a high-elevation Flying Dropkick that catches him flush in the face! The Chicago native collapses to the mat as if shot, looking dead to the world as the crowd lets out a collective gasp.)

Franks: HOLY......!!!!!

Quadros: That's one of the stiffest Dropkicks that I've ever seen ANYONE throw! I know that I've said some negative things about Legend in the past, but if keeps doing moves like that-especially to Nighthawk-I might have to reconsider my opinion of him!

(Legend quickly springs to his feet and dives on top of Nighthawk for the cover: 1...2....T-Kick Out! Undaunted, Legend simply hauls his opponent back to his feet, and doubles him over with a hard knee to the gut. He then cinches in a front facelock, hooks the near leg and then lifts Nighthawk upside down before spinning 180 degrees and dropping his rival directly onto his head with a Spinning Fisherman Buster! Cover: 1.....2.....THRENO! Shoulder Up! Alex takes a deep breath to keep his cool, and watches as Nighthawk slowly rolls over; as soon as he climbs up to one knee and steps off the knee into a Shining Wizard. Hawk's eyes glaze over and he collapses onto his face; Legend breaks out into a slight grin as he shoots the half-nelson, rolls him over, and hooks the leg on the ensuing cover: 1..........2............THREEEEEEENOOO!!!! Kick out at 2.9999999!!!!!!!)

Franks: Alex Legend has connected with some HUGE high impact moves, but simply cannot keep Nighthawk down for the three count!

Quadros: Well, he'd better come up with something that works, because if he doesn't, my opinion of him will drop even further. Hell, I might actually think less of him than I do of Nighthawk!

(Alex's mouth drops open, and he shakes his head in disbelief as he stares down at Nighthawk. Letting out a loud battle cry, Legend pulls Hawk back up by the hair, boots him hard in the gut, and cinches in a double underhook in preparation for the Legend Killer! No! Nighthawk shifts his weight to avoid being lifted into the air, and then counters by standing up and dropping backward into a modified back bodydrop, landing on top of his opponent for a pinfall attampt: 1.....2......Legend bridges up to escape and then twists Nighthawk around into a backslide for a pinfall attempt of his own: 1......2.....Hawk somersaults backward to escape, and before Legend can react, absolutely smokes him with a step-up enzuigiri!)

*THWACK!*

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!

(Legend's eyes glaze over as he collapses onto his back, and, Nighthawk quickly capitalizes by flinging himself into a standing Corkscrew Shooting Star Press before applying the cover: 1......2.....Kick out! Hauling his opponent back to his feet, hawk applies another hammerlock, and then plants him with a Jumping Short-Range Lariat that he calls the Vacuum Twist! Cover: 1.........2........TH-Shoulder up! Hawk seems to think that the end is near, for he releases his own war cry before as he hauls Legend up by the limb that he had targeted earlier, and applies a standing wristlock. Nighthawk then kicks his leg over the extended arm and rolls into a Triangle Lancer, maintaining his grip on this submission hold as he watches the Houston native struggle to pull himself toward the ropes. Alex manages to pull himself close enough where he can almost drape himself toward the bottom rope, but Hawk prevents him from doing so by turning the move into a Rolling Cradle, whicn in turn is transitioned into the Cravate Crossface that functions as his best known submission finisher!)

Franks: HANGMAN'S CLUTCH! THIS IS IT!

Quadros: NOT YET! LEGEND'S STILL FIGHTING IT!

(Indeed, Legend shakes his head when a concerned looking Smoger asks his he wants to quit, even though it's obvious that he's in utter agony. The official seems to contemplate stopping the match for a moment, but decides against it as he watches Alex attempt to claw himself closer to the ropes in order to force a break of the submission attempt. Somehow, "The Absolute" is able to find the strength needed to make this happen and JUST manages to grab onto the bottom cable before Nighthawk can roll him back to the center of the ring!)

*MASSIVE RESPECT POP!*

(Nighthawk releases at "four", and stares through narrow eyes at his opponent as he hovers behind Alex as the latter rises to his feet. Grabbing the wounded arm once again, the Chicago native applies an armwringer, and then tries to take his opponent to the mat with a Fujiwara Armbar Takedown in order to reapply the Hangman's Clutch. However, Alex still has enough left to do a front handspring to escape, and then pulls his a hard boot to the gut, allowing him to sink in a double underhook and lift him into his vaunted Sit-Out Pedigree!)

*FINISHER OUT OF NOWHERE POP!*

Franks: LEGEND KILLER!

Quadros: Legend just hit his finisher, but it took a lot out of him! Can he take advantage of this situation!?

(Legend immediately flops onto his back, clutching his injured limb, and it takes a moment for him to roll over and then drape an arm across his opponent's chest: 1....................2...................THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENOOOOOOO! FOOT ON THE ROPES! FOOT ON THE ROPES!)

*OFF THE CHARTS FIGHTING SPIRIT FACE POP!*

Ferdinand: "Nighthawk has used his second rope break, and has one remaining.

(As the crowd goes ballistic, Legend flops back down onto his back for a moment, shaking his head as he stares up at the rafters in disbelief. Pulling himself together, Legend climbs up and pulls Nighthawk to his feet by the arm. before pulling him into a nasty STO backbreaker, which in turn is chained into a Reverse STO that plants the wrestling Machine head-first into canvas. Alex then floats over into the rear mount, and then applies a Crossface Chickenwing to his stricken opponent. However, his injured arm won't allow him to apply as much pressure as he desires, and Nighthawk makes good progress toward the strands as he attempts to find a way to break this submission attempt. Realizing that his opponent is about to escape, the Houston native pulls hawk up to his feet and then takes him over and plants him head first with a Millenium Suplex, before once again applying the cover, with the hook of the leg: 1....................2................THREEEENOOOO! Nighthawk gets a shoulder up at 2.99999999999999!!!!!!!!!!)

Franks: What a match! These two have gone back and forth, and despite the fact that both men have hit their signature moves, neither of them can put their rival away!

(Realizing that he needs to do something dramatic to end this match, Legend doesn't bother to complain. Instead, he gets to his feet as quicly as he can and plants Nighthawk with a hard Implant DDT near the center of the ring. Legend then makes his way up the turnbuckles of the nearest corner, and then prepares to end matters with the Shooting Star Press that he calls the Afterthought! However, Nighthawk amazes everyone in the arena-maybe even himself-by not only thwarting the attempt, but by countering it into a Kip-Up Cutter that drives the airborne Legend face first into the mat!)

Quadros: And, once again, the mometum of this match changes! these two keep finding ways to turn the match in their favor, and I wonder what it's going to take to finish matters once and for all!

(Nighthawk takes a moment to recover from the abuse that he's taken, and then prepares to end matters with the Rolling Cutter that he calls Deliverance! NO! Legend connects with a Stunner to counter, and then scrambles to his feet and tries to take his opponent's head off with a Superkick! DUCKED! Nighthawk then tries counter with a Superkick of his own! BLOCKED! In one fluid motion, "The Absolute" spins his opponent around, boot him in the gut, and then lifts him up and plants him once again with the Legend Killer! Legend flops onto Nighthawk, and hooks both legs on the ensuing cover:)

Crowd: ONE.................TWO.................THREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ferdinand: Here is your winner of the match.....Alex Legend!

(As the crowd gives a prolonged standing ovation for the action they've just witnessed, Legend breaks out into a wide smile, which turns into a slight wince as Smoger lifts his injured arm in victory. Alex then turns to Nighthawk, who is rising to his feet, and then offers his hand, which the Wrestling Machine accepts. Alex pulls Hawk to his feet, mouths the words "One-One", and then the words "Good Luck" as he pats Nighthawk on the shoulder. Hawk nods and raises Legend's good arm in victory as the crowd breaks out into cheers yet again!)

Franks: Well, Alex Legend secures another big victory, and firmly establishes himself as the fastest-rising superstar in the federation! Nighthawk can hold his head up high, though, because both of these men fought hard, and produced a magnificent display of scientific wrestling!

Quadros: Yeah...and if I wanted to see something scientific, I'd open my book on quantum physics. It would probably do just as effective a job of putting me to sleep as these two jokers did!

Franks: Says the man who constantly causes me to fall asleep everytime he opens his mouth!

Quadros: If you don't shut up, Carl, I'm going to put you to sleep...for good. As a matter of fact, maybe we should-

Franks: Well, folks, I think it's time for a commercial break! We'll be right back after these messages!

Jason Sandman

The Butcher

“Live Your Way” 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. As MK comes out and wraps her arms around Jason pyro shoots off. Mary-Katherine then heads backstage as Jason Sandman runs down to the ring, throwing the cane and chair over before sliding under the ropes.

Franks: Here comes Jason Sandman with weapons in hand, Ray! This next match-up with Commissioner Butcher should be a blood bath!

Quadros: Finally, The Butcher is going to get what’s coming to him!

Next up, “Nutshell” by Alice in Chains starts playing to a mix of boos and cheers, mostly boos. Out steps the Extreme Legend himself in an old pair of black trunks with orange trim. He stops on the entrance ramp with a microphone in hand while Jason Sandman starts pacing around the ring like a mad man.

The Butcher: Last week, Sandman, you threatened to injure one of our referees to force me into this match-up with you. Since you’ve gone and threatened most of the referees here in PWA, it’s going to be quite hard to find one for this match, Jason. But don’t worry, you’re in luck. Thankfully, PWA’s $40 million dollar man, Jack Gaither, has brought me a referee from his past that’s looking for some work. So ladies and gentlemen, I’d like you all to give a warm welcome to Referee Honest Abe!

The crowd in response boos a little as Referee Honest Abe steps out from the back in his zebra shirt. He shakes the Commissioner’s hand and thanks him for this opportunity before making his way down to the ring.

Franks: How convenient, the Commissioner has found a “special” referee for this match.

Quadros: I’ve seen this guy before. He’s a class act, Carl!

The Butcher: Now, Jason, last week I told you I would give you the attention you deserve here at Bad Moon Rising. So I’m going to do just that…give you the attention you truly deserve.

Franks: Come on, Commissioner! Get in the ring!

The Butcher: Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Jason Sandman’s opponent for tonight…LEON the NEON!

“Kiss Me Baby One More Time” by Britney Spears kicks up as the crowd goes into a massive boo. The Commissioner has a smirk over his face as a posh transvestite in PVC pants steps out from the back. Leon the Neon looks for a high five from the Commissioner but in return gets kicked in the direction towards the ring.

Franks: Is this a joke?

Quadros: Jason Sandman doesn’t seem to be laughing.

Leon the Neon is laughing though as he slides into the ring. Instantly Jason Sandman starts clubbing this guy across the back with hammer blows before he can even get his bearings straight! Sandman pulls Leon the Neon up in wedgie-like fashion and tosses him across the ring with a release German suplex! The crowd pops loudly as the Commissioner’s hired gun bounces off the mat and shoots up with an arched back! Sandman grabs the unfortunate victim by the hair and whips him hard across the ring! BAM! Spine first into the turnbuckles! Sandman with a running head start…SPEAR right into the corner folds up Neon the Leon like an accordion! From out of the corner, Sandman pulls the broken man and dumps him on his neck with a Tiger Driver ‘91!! Referee Honest Abe has no choice but to count for the cover! 1!…2!…3!

An angered Jason Sandman tosses the beaten Neon the Leon out of the ring as he demands a microphone from Freddy Ferdinand. The heavyweight announcer is quick to give “The Crippler” what he wants as he tosses a mic into the ring.

Sandman: I should have known you were a pussy, Butcher. I dealt with your bitch, now come get your ass beat like a man!

The Butcher: You think that’s it, Sandman? Have another one. Ladies and gentlemen…Dave “Dollar Short” Dixon!

The crowd starts booing loudly as the “Price is Right” theme song begins to play. The Commissioner has a smirk on his face as out steps this Dave “Dollar Short” Dixon in a pair of dollar green trunks with his face on the rear end. Mr. Dixon walks on down to the ring pulling “Dixon dollars” out of his trunks and throwing them into the crowd. The crowd does not seem interested in the man’s fake cash he had stored in those tights of his.

Franks: I haven’t seen Dave “Dollar Short” Dixon wrestle in about 5 years, Ray. I think his record rivals that of Jose’ Jose’s.

Quadros: It truly is pathetic the lengths the Commissioner will go to avoid this match with Sandman.

Mr. Dixon steps into the ring and stares down a hulking Jason Sandman. The blonde jobber pulls out some of his “Dixon dollars” and tries to hand them to Sandman in an attempt to pay him off. Sandman stares at the man, seething with disgust and pops Dixon in the face with the microphone! THUMP! The crowd pops at the shot as Sandman starts stomping on the helpless Dave Dixon! Sandman picks up the man and drops him flat on his head with a high angle slam! Dixon grabs his head in pain as Sandman shoots up with a handful of the Dixon Dollars. Sandman stares down the Commissioner with a look of contempt before cramming the fake cash into Dave Dixon’s mouth! Before the man can even spit out the money, Jason Sandman applies his Snake Vice Grip finisher! He pulls back hard on the crossface/rings of saturn combination submission as Referee Honest Abe quickly calls for the bell! DING! DING! DING!

The bell is ringing but Sandman isn’t letting go as he pulls back harder on the hold while Dixon is tapping like a baby! Sandman’s aggravated eyes continue to stare down The Butcher with contempt as Referee Abe is trying to pull him off. Finally, Sandman releases the sick submission hold and fetches the microphone again.

Sandman: I can do this all night, Cortez. It doesn’t matter who you send to die, I am still going to fuck you up!

The Butcher: Since you’re so sure of yourself, Jason, why don’t we kick it up a notch? Hailing from Okinawa, Japan and Mexico City, Mexico, I present to you the duo of Misuteriasu X and El Tigre…the Japanese Jalopies!

A gong hits as a mysterious Japanese theme begins to play and then transforms into a Mexican rap as two masked light heavyweights steps out from the back. One of them is dressed in a ninja-type suit with a black mask while the other wears red tights with a Tiger mask covering his identity. The two run down the entrance ramp and slide into the ring!

Franks: Oh God.

Quadros: I think I know who’s under those masks, Carl. Sandman’s in trouble now!

Sandman is quick to pounce on El Tigre but Misuteriasu X is able to move around the ring freely. He runs towards the ropes and connects with a low drop kick to Jason Sandman’s ribcage, breaking up the pounding El Tigre was taking! Now the Japanese Jalopies start hammering away on the back of Sandman to wear him down. They both pull him up by the hair and whip him towards the ropes for a double move. Double backdrop sends Sandman high into the air and on his spine!

Franks: Oh man! Sandman finds himself in another handicapped position, Ray!

Quadros: This is not good for Sandman at all, Carl. He still has a Premiere Championship match tonight as well!

The Japanese Jalopies have Jason Sandman pinned over in a corner now as they are kicking away at him with some ninja kicks to the midsection. Misuteriasu X puts a stiff knee right into the groin of Sandman in the corner as Referee Honest Abe doesn’t dare call for the disqualification. A possible job is on the line for him so he’s going to keep this going as long as he can! El Tigre picks up the Singapore cane Sandman so conveniently brought to the ring tonight.

Franks: The last thing Sandman needs is to get into another hardcore handicapped match!

El Tigre raises the cane into the air to get a cheer but only gets some boos in return. He takes a massive Micky Mantle type swing with the cane but only connects to his partner’s head as Sandman was able to grab a handful of Misuteriasu X’s mask to defend himself! El Tigre drops the cane in shock as his partner falls to the canvass holding his head! Sandman then explodes out of the corner with a Venom Strike high impact lariat that turns El Tigre inside out! Jason Sandman is all pumped up now as he grabs Misuteriasu X by the mask and puts him between his legs! OH!! Sandman just power bombed Misuteriasu X right on top of El Tigre! Sandman picks up his Singapore cane and uses it to point out of the ring towards Commissioner Butcher as he steps on the crumpled mess known as the Japanese Jalopies. Referee Honest Abe goes down for the pin fall…1!…2!…THREE!!

Franks: Jason Sandman just made short work of the Commissioner’s hand picked tag team! Are you satisfied, Commissioner? Get in the ring!

Quadros: Sandman’s on a roll, Carl. He’s 3-0 tonight!

Jason Sandman looks for the microphone again to send a message to the Commissioner. But before he can even utter a word, Jose’ Jose’ comes flying out of the crowd and grabs Sandman’s barbed wire steel chair! He approaches “The Crippler” from behind…CRACK! Sandman drops the microphone and turns around, annoyed by the weakest chair shot in wrestling history! He stares down Jose’ Jose’ with a new kind of rage in his eyes. Jose’ drops the chair and raises his hands in the air like he did nothing wrong!

Jose’ Jose’ tries to book it out of the ring before he gets hurt but Sandman grabs a handful of his tights while the crowd is cheering! As Jose’ tries to reach for the ropes to escape any harm, with one simple movement, Jason Sandman sends the long time jobber right into the mat with a full nelson slam! With jobbers beat up around ringside and Jose’ Jose’ hurting in the ring, Sandman picks up the barbed wire steel chair and sets it up in the middle of the ring. He now has the microphone in his hand as he looks out towards the Commissioner.

Sandman: I hope you can live with what you’ve done, Butcher…

With that said, Jason Sandman yanks up the injured Jose’ Jose’ and drops him head first into the barbed wire steel chair with a stalling brain buster called the Honorable Death! OH!! The steel chair flattened like a pancake as Jose’ Jose’ is out cold with a crimson mask forming over his face! Referee Honest Abe rolls the bleeding Jose’ Jose’ out of the ring before Sandman can do anymore damage. As gently as he can, well, with a rough kick to the rear end, Jason Sandman sends the kneeling Referee Honest Abe out of the ring as well. Back onto the microphone Sandman goes as the Commissioner is pacing back and forth on the entrance ramp.

Sandman: Jose Jose Cortez. You sent Jose Jose out here hoping that he would get the job done.

Jason leans on the ropes as he stares down the aisle a The Butcher.

Sandman: Look Jimmie lets just make it simple. You walk your happy ass down to the ring, you get in the ring, the bell rings and I beat your ass. You continue to stand up there and I will make sure that not even dental records are possible. Then again maybe I will leave you alone. I hear your nineteen year old niece is backstage visiting. Maybe I will let The Angel have his way with her and see if the pussies in the Cortez family match.

The irate Commissioner drops his microphone and looks to respond with his fists now! The crowd pops as Sandman is all but begging him to bring it! Into the ring slides Butcher! He meets Sandman in the middle of the ring in a clench turned into a complete one fisted brawl! There’s no such thing as defense as the two are teeing off with stiff right hands into each other’s face! Right! Right! Right! Punch! Punch! Punch! Like two drunken sailors fighting over the hometown girl, neither man is giving an inch! Right punch! Right punch! Right punch! Right punch! Oh! Sandman with a belly-to-belly take down! Butcher back up and they’re swinging for the fences again!

Franks: Jesus! If you were looking for a technical bout here you’re on the wrong channel!

Quadros: These two American brawlers just want to mess each other up! No love loss here!

Butcher has Sandman in a corner and throwing blows in his face! Sandman turns the tables and now has Butcher trapped in the corner and taking some mean shots to the face! Oh, knee to the gut by Butcher! He bounces Sandman’s head off the turnbuckle! Butcher with an Irish whip that sends Sandman across the ring to another corner! NO! Reversed by Sandman! Butcher lands hard in the corner chest first! OH! What a follow up running gore to the back of the Commissioner by Jason Sandman!

Franks: Sandman got all of that one, Ray!

Quadros: He sure did! Damn near broke The Butcher in half!

Sandman picks up the Singapore cane! CRACK! Right across the spine of Butcher! Butcher is trying to crawl away…crack! Another Singapore cane shot! Sandman puts the cane over Butcher’s throat and reels back to choke out the Commissioner! The crowd is cheering “Sandman! Sandman! Sandman!” as Butcher is trying to grabs the ropes for some leverage! Sandman reels back some more as Butcher’s face is turning red! Finally the Singapore cane snaps and the Commissioner falls face first to the canvass! Sandman stomps on the back of the Commissioner’s head!

Franks: Jason Sandman is brutalizing The Butcher right now, Ray.

Quadros: This is what I came to see!

With The Butcher on the mat choking for air, Sandman rolls out of the ring and looks under the apron for something. He pulls out a brand new steel chair and tosses it into the ring. Back into the ring Sandman comes as he picks up the chair again. He’s waiting patiently and stalking his prey as The Butcher stumbles to a knee. Sandman raises the chair to scramble the Commissioner’s brains! No! The Butcher ducks out of the way and slips out of the ring! He starts back peddling up the entrance ramp holding his neck as Sandman is telling him to get back in the ring!

Franks: Butcher is leaving!

Quadros: You’re a coward, Butcher! Everything Sandman said about you is true!

The crowd is booing heavily as The Butcher looks back at the irate Jason Sandman. Sandman throws the chair out of the ring and it lands a couple feet away from the Commissioner! Still gasping for breathe, The Butcher is able to muster a slight smirk while holding his neck. He heads backstage while Jason Sandman is left pacing around the ring in anger that he didn’t finish the job.

Sandman: Now that the shit has left the ring. Miles, Hawk, Gaither get the fuck down here and lets fucking do this. I need time to kick Cortez’s ass again tonight.

- Premiere Championship Title Match -
Fatal Four Way Elimination Match

Nighthawk VS
Jason Sandman VS
Aiden Miles VS
Jack Gaither

Franks: Well Ray, this next match I believe is going to have it all! We have the up and coming Jack Gaither, the unpredictable but always exciting Aiden Miles, the monster we all know as Jason Sandman who took on our boss moments ago and then the man who competed earlier tonight already.. Nighthawk!

Quadros: And every man in this match has one goal. They all want to walk out of Chicago tonight as the Premiere Champion. Only one thing is for sure Carl, that isn’t going to be Nighthawk!

Franks: How do you know it isn’t going to be Nighthawk?! He has just as good of a chance as the other three competitors he’s facing off against. If nothing else, his devotion throughout the years to our great sport may even give him an edge!

Quadros: I think I speak for everyone when I say that we’d be happy to see Aiden Miles, Jack Gaither or Jason Sandman as the Premiere Champion after this match is over. Who wants to see Nighthawk with gold around his waist?! Not me, not the fat kid over there in the third row and certainly not all the PWA faithful!

Franks: It doesn’t really matter what any of us think. We’re only moments away from starting the match that is going to determine the newest Premiere Champion! So without further ado.. take it away Freddy!

Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen. The following contest is a Fatal Four Way Elimination Match for the Premiere Wrestling Alliance Premiere Championship Belt! Now introducing the first competitor of the evening. Weighing in at 295 lbs and coming to you from Norfolk, Virginia. He is the former Premiere Wrestling Alliance World Heavy Weight Champion…. “Crippler” Jason Sandman!!!

(Live Your Way comes on speakers and as it begins Deal With It Bitch Productions Presents logo come on the Teletron. Jason Sandman is all ready in the ring following his "match" with Commissioner Butcher. He's pacing around back and forth as the adrenaline is still pumping in his veins.)

Ferdinand: Introducing the next challenger in this contest. Weighing in at 206 lbs and hailing from Miami, Florida! He is a former member of Project Catastrophe. Here is… “The Standard” Aiden Miles!!!

(Nonpoints In The Air Tonight plays through the speaker system, as smoke fills around the entrance ramp, hovering a few centimeters above the ground. A platform slowly rises from under the ramp, as Aiden Miles stands with his arms outstretched, with his head hung, almost like a rock star pose. As the ramp connects with the platform, Aiden Miles slowly walks down. A black army style shirt, arms cut off, unbuttoned flaps a little in the wind from the smoke machines, as Miles reaches the ring, rolling under the bottom rope.)

Ferdinand: Introducing the next challenger for this bout. He weighed in at 192 lbs and makes his way from Corpus Christi, Texas. In his first shot at a PWA Championship, here is… Jack “Golden Eagle” Gaither!!!

Black Sabbath's "Iron Man" plays as Jack Gaither and Samantha strut their way to the ring; the fans boo them and throw anything that isn't bolted down in the direction of the ramp. Jack makes his way to the ring and taunts the fans some more.

Ferdinand: Introducing the last opponent for this Championship match. He weighs in at 185 lbs and from right here in Chicago, Illinois. He is the former Premiere Wrestling Alliance Light Heavyweight Champion! Here is… “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk!!!

Quadros: Why did we have to choose Chicago as the city for Bad Moon Rising, Carl?! All these idiots are cheering for that retard out there and they don’t even know why!

Franks: I don’t know if I’ve ever heard someone cheered on so loudly and for your information Ray, these people look up to Nighthawk as a hero on their streets! He’s taken many youngsters off the streets and kept them out of trouble!

Quadros: Eww! Are you saying that he is a pedophile?!

Franks: Of course not you silly monkey. He, along with Terminus, has taken troubled kids and given them structure through his training facility located right here in Chicago!

Quadros: So he’s taken a few lousy guys and given them skills. Now they can just rob everyone blind while kicking their asses!

Franks: You don’t get it do you?! No point in letting you answer that question because this match is just about to get underway!

(The bell rings and the match starts! The four men in this match up are each in a corner and not sure what the best move to start this match off might be. Aiden Miles is the first to make a move, but it isn’t physically but rather with his mouth. He points at both Jack Gaither and Jason Sandman and then at himself. He then yells at them that they should take Nighthawk out first and they all quickly agree. One less opponent in this match means their odds of winning are better! Aiden Miles is the first to charge towards Nighthawk and attempts to hit a Lariat, but Nighthawk rolls out of the corner with his considerable speed. Aiden Miles can’t stop his momentum and crashes into the top turnbuckle with his face! Here comes Jason Sandman who is stalking Nighthawk now! He brings a big fist up and brings it down where Nighthawk was, but he’s rolled out of the way again! Nighthawk’s first instinct is to look for Jack Gaither, but he isn’t in the corner he was in! His gut tells him, that Jack is right behind him and he is right. He throws an elbow back, but Jack Gaither is ready for it as he ducks! He lifts Nighthawk up in a Belly to Back Suplex, but instead puts Nighthawk up on Jason Sandman’s shoulders. Nighthawk comes crashing down to the canvas as Sandman delivers a thunderous Powerbomb! Aiden Miles has already recovered from his previous mistake and has climbed up to the top turnbuckle. Moonsault! Aiden Miles hits it perfectly and rolls Nighthawk up! 1…….. 2……… THRE- NO! Nighthawk reaches deep down and kicks out!)

Franks: Nighthawk has the odds stacked against him tonight. If these three men continue to work as a unit, Nighthawk might not have a chance to make it past the first elimination!

Quadros: You act like that is shocking news or something! Nighthawk wouldn’t stand a chance against a fat and toothless midget, so he certainly doesn’t have any hope in this match!

Franks: He might be looking down the barrel right now, but if there is anything that can be said about Nighthawk, it is that he is in a match until the very end!

Quadros: Could we please stop talking about Nighthawk already?! I’m getting a migraine just thinking about his pasty ass! Let’s talk more about how dominant Jason Sandman, Jack Gaither and Aiden Miles are right now! They’re really putting it to their opponent!

Franks: You mean Nighth-…

Quadros: STOP! Saying his name isn’t allowed anymore! Jason Sandman looks like he could eat a mule after such a great Powerbomb and Aiden Miles is showing that he is the real wrestling machine in this match after that amazing Moonsault! Oh and don’t forget about Jack Gaither. He hasn’t had a great move yet, but he’s already shown that he can be a crafty superstar! Really, whichever of these three prevails, it’ll be a feat for sure!

Franks: You mean four.

Quadros: Three! There might be three wrestlers and a moron in this match, but only one of those three is winning tonight! I’d bet my lunch money on that!

(Seeking an opportunity, as soon as Sandman gets up to a standing position, Jack Gaither comes from behind and clobbers him across the back with a Double Axe Handle! Bad, bad mistake! It hardly does anything to Sandman who nimbly turns around and chuckles. Jack Gaither tries a hard right, but Jason Sandman blocks it! He grabs Jack Gaither around the head in a clinch and then most likely causes permanent brain damage with the most vicious Headbutt ever witnessed! Jack Gaither staggers backwards, but before he can even fall down.. Sandman causes Gaither to perform a full revolution in the air with an insane Clothesline from Hell! He turns around and sees Aiden Miles in midair attempting a Spinning Heel Kick on him. He catches him and throws Aiden Miles completely up and over the top ropes with a Overhead Release Suplex! Aiden Miles lands on the unforgiving one and a half inch padding! Sandman smiles to himself and then rolls Jack Gaither up for the pin attempt! 1…….. 2…….. THRE- NO! Jack Gaither shoots an arm up, getting a shoulder off the mat just in the knick of time! The referee holding two fingers up and smartly keeps a distance from the Crippler!)

Quadros: That’s how you do it Carl! Jason Sandman is showing the entire locker room what a brute he can be when he feels like it! I have a feeling he’s going to be our new Premiere Champion after tonight!

Franks: It’s a very likely possibility, but we’re still in the early stages of this match to really get an idea of who the clear cut favorite is right now.

Quadros: Are you kidding me?! Jason Sandman easily manhandled two of PWA’s greatest like he was playing a video game on God mode! What more can you expect than that?!

Franks: That’s just it Ray. No one really knows what to expect in a match like this one! When you have three other men gunning for the same thing you’re striving for, it makes it just that much tougher!

Quadros: You mean two men and a moron.

Franks: You’re not in the match.

Quadros: If I were, then it’d be three men and a moron! Thought you were being smart, but you’ve got to remember that I’m always one step ahead of you!

Franks: If you were in the ring, you’d have four men after one moron… you being the moron!

(Jason Sandman helps Jack Gaither back up to his feet and sticks him in between his legs with a Standing Head Scissors. He lifts him up into a Power Bomb situation just like he had hit Nighthawk with one earlier. Speaking if Nighthawk, his recovery has gone unnoticed! Before Sandman has the opportunity to weld Jack Gaither to the mat, Nighthawk with a Dropsault to Sandman’s back! It causes Sandman to stumble forward with Jack Gaither hanging on for dear life! Jack Gaither uses the momentum to flip Jason Sandman up and over with a Frankensteiner!! Jason Sandman hits the mat and Jack Gaither rolls onto his back to clear his head. Nighthawk takes advantage of that with a Standing Moonsault onto the Golden Eagle! Instead of going for the pin attempt, Nighthawk is instantly up to his feet and makes it there the same time that Jason Sandman does! Jason Sandman goes for a Big Boot, but Nighthawk side steps it and delivers a swift kick to Jason Sandman’s other leg! Sandman falls back and slams into the mat with his large frame. Nighthawk is laying it on the line as he flips himself forward and lands on top of Jason Sandman’s neck with a Flipping Legdrop that you’d normally see from the top rope! He keeps his leg there and hooks one of Sandman’s! 1………… 2…………. THRE- NO! Jason Sandman with a kickout to keep himself in the match. Nighthawk nods his head with approval knowing he has an opponent who is worthy of his talents!)

Franks: Nighthawk is showing us all why he is one of the most respected wrestlers in our industry!

Quadros: Didn’t I say no more mention of Nighthawk for the rest of this match?! So he took advantage of a couple of guys who have already pummeled each other in oblivion. He doesn’t deserve a gold star from you for that!

Franks: Nighthawk’s ability to know exactly what he needs to do is a reminder that he may have the best skill set of anyone in this match. That’s not taking anything away from Jason Sandman, Jack Gaither or Aiden Miles. Nighthawk is just that good!

Quadros: The only thing Nighthawk is good at is making a fool of himself. You saw what happened earlier tonight. He thought he had his match wrapped up against Alex Legend and then he loses!

Franks: One thing Nighthawk doesn’t do is take anyone softly. Like you said though, we have three other wrestlers in this match and you’ve done nothing but causes us to talk about nobody else but Nighthawk which makes it look like we’re overshadowing the three other guys!

Quadros: WHAT?! I don’t want to even hear that moron’s name much less be forced to watch him wrestle! So don’t blame me for your man crush on the so called “Wrestling Machine”. I’d love to talk about the other three guys!

Franks: Fine. What did you think of Sandman getting a piece of his own medicine right there?!

Quadros: You’re going to make me crazy and try to make me talk about Nighthawk. Damnit you did it again!

(Nighthawk helps Jason Sandman up to his feet and attempts to send him into the ropes with an Irish Whip, but Jason Sandman uses his size and strength to reverse and send Nighthawk into the ropes instead! Nighthawk bounces off the ropes and leaps over Jason Sandman who has lain down sideways in a pushup formation. Nighthawk sprints towards the opposite ropes continuing to gain speed! He hits the ropes going full throttle and is instantly going back the other direction as if shot out of a cannon. However, he doesn’t see that Jack Gaither has positioned himself right in his path. Before Nighthawk can react, Jack Gaither wraps his arms around the waist of the oncoming Nighthawk, spins around as he lifts him up and then slams him down with a ring shaking Spinebuster! The entire arena sucks in air after the move that sounded like a gunshot! Jack Gaither pops up off the mat and receives a hard kick to the gut by a waiting Jason Sandman! Sandman grabs Jack Gaither in a Pumphandle and lifts him up and onto his back with Jack’s stomach on Sandman’s shoulder. He wiggles free and lands neatly behind the former World Champion. Punch to the kidneys! Sandman drops to one knee and immediately, Jack Gaither connects with a Bulldog! Quickly rolls Sandman over and goes for the pin attempt! 1……… 2……… THRE- NO! Sandman with a shoulder up! Jack Gaither chewing the referee a new one for not counting faster!)

Franks: Jack Gaither I must admit, fitting in with the rest of the PWA superstars! He might still be considered one of the rookies, but he certainly isn’t showing that yet!

Quadros: Jack Gaither’s attitude is growing more and more on me everyday. He’ll take the low road whenever he gets the chance and you can’t but love a guy who is willing to take those risks in the ring!

Franks: I wouldn’t exactly call them risks Ray. They’re more like shortcuts and illegal moves to try and gain a dishonest advantage!

Quadros: Wake up Carl. This is professional wrestling. You don’t get ahead by being a nice guy like Nighthawk! You’ve got to scratch, claw, cheat and finagle your way into the spotlight!

Franks: That’s not how this industry works at all!

Quadros: If you asked Jack Gaither, Aiden Miles or even Jason Sandman, you’d find out you’re dead wrong buddy! This sport is all about opportunity baby and no matter how it comes, you’ve got to grab it by the horns and go along for the ride!

Franks: I’m not condoning what you’re saying at all, but Jack Gaither has been impressive so far. I’ll be the first one to admit that. However, he’s going to have to be careful in what he does in PWA, because our referees are usually on top of those kinds of things.

Quadros: You mean referee Sasha Brown don’t you. She’s on top of everything alright. On top of any guy she can get a hold of! Hah!

(Jack Gaither isn’t giving up on getting the referee to change his mind. He’s up to a standing position now holding three fingers up. The referee is insisting on two! He doesn’t see Aiden Miles up on the ring apron as he’s finally recovered from that vicious fall he took via Jason Sandman. Aiden Miles up to the top rope and balances himself there and then jumps off, over the referee and lands on top of Jack Gaither’s shoulders, who somehow manages to stay up to a standing position. Hurricanrana by Aiden Miles! He quickly rolls Jack Gaither up and tries to go for the pin attempt while Jack Gaither is still stunned! 1….. 2……. THREE! Aiden Miles picks up the w… NO! Jack Gaither manages to get a kick out just before the referee slams his hand down to the mat for a third time. Aiden Miles helps Jack Gaither up to his feet and quickly delivers a couple of smashing European Uppercuts to keep his opponent off balance. Racing towards the opposite side of the ring and then bouncing off the ropes, Aiden Miles comes back towards Jack Gaither like a freight train gaining steam. Nighthawk getting up to his feet and stumbles in front of Aiden Miles with his back turned towards the oncoming superstar and somewhat bent over. Aiden Miles leaps in the air, uses Nighthawk’s back as a Springboard and finds himself pretty high up in the air headed towards Jack Gaither! Nighthawk’s face is slammed into the mat from Mile’s push off! Shining Wizard!! Aiden Miles lands it perfectly and lands on his feet. He falls backwards and onto the stomach of Gaither going for the pin attempt! 1…….. 2………. THREE! Jack Gaither is pinned!)

Ferninand: Jack Gaither has been pinned and thus is eliminated from the contest. That leaves Aiden Miles, Jason Sandman and Nighthawk!

Franks: What a move by Aiden Miles folks! Not a move that is normally in his repertoire, but that might have been exactly what he needed that Jack would have never seen coming! Jack Gaither did impress tonight, but unfortunately he’s going to have to live to fight another day.

Quadros: He’ll get plenty of other chances. Kudos to Aiden Miles for taking a risk and having it pay off. Although I would have preferred that shot would have been absorbed by someone else!

Franks: Let me guess. Nighthawk.

Quadros: He comes in a close second, but I was actually talking about you. Although seeing Nighthawk get his face smashed into the mat was definitely a plus! Maybe it’ll improve his looks or have Sin leave him for me!

Franks: Keep dreaming buddy! Back to the three men remaining in this match though, I’d have to say that this one is a match that I couldn’t even fathom to guess! All three men left have had their moments in this match where they looked golden!

Quadros: If Aiden Miles keeps coming up with moves like that last one, he’s going to be a real challenge for Sandman. Otherwise, Sandman is going to end up running away with this whole match. Once he gets his hands on these light heavyweights, they’re going to find out that muscle is just as deadly as brains!

Franks: And of course, you’re choosing to leave out Nighthawk. When he gets into a groove, he can be one of the most dangerous men in that ring. He knows moves that we’ve never even seen before.

Quadros: That’s what your wife said about me Carl, but then again.. she’s also never been in a bed wrestling match that was longer than two minutes. That is until me!

Franks: I hate you.

(Jack Gaither is rolled out of the ring by the referee and eventually starts to make his way back up the ramp, very disappointed he didn’t advance any further in the match. Inside the ring, Aiden Miles has a hold on one of Jason Sandman’s arms and is kicking the ribcage right underneath it, trying to keep Jason Sandman grounded. Jason Sandman fights through the pain and is slowly getting himself up to a standing position while Miles continues to still kick away at the ribcage area. Sandman muscles himself out of the hold and attempts a Short Arm Clothesline, but Aiden Miles is simply too fast and from their history, also knows Jason Sandman very well. Aiden Miles now behind Jason Sandman and quickly locks on a Million Dollar Dream submission hold! Aiden Miles is trying to put the monster to sleep. Nighthawk is on all fours at the moment as he rubs a hand over his face. Jason Sandman drops down to one knee as he struggles to free himself, but all the struggling is only making things worse for him! Aiden Miles is beaming confidence as he cinches in the move even tighter. All of a sudden however, Jason Sandman up to his feet, reaches up and over his shoulders, grabs Aiden Miles and whips him over his body slamming him down to the mat! Aiden Miles face exuberates surprise while Jason Sandman quickly shakes his head back and forth, trying to shake out the cobwebs. He yanks Aiden Miles up to a standing position and then grabs him from behind in a Full Nelson. Aiden Miles lifted high up in the air and comes crashing down to the mat from a Full Nelson Slam! Nighthawk up to his feet and turns around into the waiting arms of Sandman! A high angled Side Slam! Instead of going for the pin on Nighthawk, Sandman rolls over onto Aiden Miles and goes for the pin attempt! 1………. 2……….. THREE! Aiden Miles has been pinned!)

Ferdinand: Aiden Miles has been pinned and thus is elimi....

(Ferdinand’s voice trails off as he realizes he jumped the gun.)

Quadros: Ahahaha stupid Freddy! Aiden Miles almost bit the dust right there Carl, but the referee is showing two fingers. I thought it was three, but I’m not complaining!

Franks: Why not? You seem to complain about everything else the referee is doing!

Quadros: Because normally, the referee is doing something stupid to always try and help the good guys. On top of that, if Aiden Miles would have been eliminated right there, that means that Nighthawk’s chances of winning the match would have increased by fifty percent!

Franks: You’re right. He would have a fifty percent chance of winning rather than thirty three and a third. I didn’t know you had that many brain cells in that head of yours to do a little match!

Quadros: Fifty percent?! You give Nighthawk far too much credit Carl! He wouldn’t have a fifty perfect chance of winning if Aiden Miles had been eliminated. I was thinking his chances would have increased from two percent to three percent. Geez, you think this Nighthawk has talent or something!

Franks: He has all the talent in the world. On a different note, you’ve got to commend Aiden for being able to kick out of that! Jason Sandman tried to send him into oblivion with that Full Nelson Slam!

Quadros: Now if only someone could do that with your face. Burned!

Franks: I don’t think you ever matured past the age of four sometimes.

(Jason Sandman slams his hand to the mat in frustration causing the referee to jump about three feet backwards. Instead of arguing with the referee, Jason Sandman has decided to take it out on both Aiden Miles and Nighthawk! Stomp to the head of Miles. Stomp to the head of Nighthawk. Back and forth he goes! You’d think this would alleviate his anger, but instead he’s only getting more pissed off. He rolls out of the ring and forces Ferdinand to get his fat ass up out of his chair. He throws the chair into the ring and then rolls underneath the ropes. The referee is right there to confront him as they both grab the chair at the same time. The referee is trying to argue with Sandman that he’ll lose if he uses the weapon, but he yanks the chair away from the referee anyways. The referee grabs a hold of it again trying to keep Jason Sandman from pummeling his opponents! Once again, Sandman takes it out of the grasp of the referee and puts it up to show he’ll hit the referee if he keeps it up. BOOM! Jason Sandman never saw Nighthawk crawl up the turnbuckle as he comes off with a tremendous Missile Drop Kick! The chair nails Jason Sandman in the face and he drops instantly with blood starting to pour from his forehead. Aiden Miles now up as he takes off for Nighthawk, but Nighthawk senses him behind him. Mule kick! Aiden Miles bent over in pain. Grabs him around the head and Nighthawk executes a sweet Tornado DDT! 1…… 2…….. THREE! Aiden Miles can’t get the kickout in ti… wait he has a hold of the ropes!)

Quadros: Thank goodness the referee has his glasses on today. If Nighthawk would’ve pinned Aiden Miles there, this whole place would have rioted with me right behind them!

Franks: But the referee isn’t wearing glasses. In fact, the referee is none other than Pierre French.. who wears an eye patch!

Quadros: Then his one good eye made the right call there because Aiden Miles clearly had a hold of the ropes!

Franks: It just goes to show that our referees aren’t partial to anyone, even the bad guys. They always call the matches right down the middle.

Quadros: I wish I could believe you, but you saw the referee trying to take the chair away from Jason Sandman. How is that impartial on the referee’s end?

Franks: Jason Sandman was going to use that to do who knows what to Aiden Miles or Nighthawk!

Quadros: You don’t know that Carl! You must remember that Jason Sandman was already in one hell of a match with Butcher earlier tonight. Maybe he wanted to take a rest or something by sitting in the chair. Besides, if he decided to use that chair on Nighthawk, I would’ve been quite elated!

Franks: Jason Sandman is already a dangerous weapon by himself; he doesn’t need a steel chair!

(Nighthawk helps Aiden Miles up to his feet looking to continue on the offensive. Elbow to the skull of Aiden Miles, which completely rocks him! Aiden Miles strikes back with a Forearm. Nighthawk staggers back, but comes back hard with another huge elbow! Miles stumbles, but nails Nighthawk again! Aiden Miles grabs Nighthawk around the head with a hand and Nighthawk does the same to Aiden Miles. They’re in the center of the ring pummeling each other with open handed palm strikes! Neither see that Jason Sandman has recovered and is in a three point stance waiting for them to turn. They both turn in unison and are instantly taking off their feet. Double Spear! Jason Sandman pops up and slaps himself across the chest with blood dripping down his chin from his forehead! He grabs Aiden Miles and jerks him up to his feet. Sends him into the ropes via an Irish Whip which Aiden Miles clings onto with dear life! Sandman turns his attention to Nighthawk and bends down to help him up. Nighthawk grabs Sandman around the neck and then drills him with two knees to the face! Sandman instantly pops back up holding his face with both hands. Nighthawk takes advantage of this as he rolls Sandman up in a Reverse La Majistral Cradle that he calls the Jorge Rivera Special! Referee drops down for the pin attempt. 1………. 2………. THREE! Nighthawk pins Jason Sandman! The crowd gives the absolute loudest pop of the night!)

Ferdinand: Jason Sandman has been pinned and is thus eliminated from this Premiere Championship match! Only Nighthawk and Aiden Miles remain!

Franks: What a way to counter all the momentum that Jason Sandman has going his way. Nighthawk surprised him there, that’s for sure!

Quadros: NO!!! This can’t be! Jason Sandman was cheated I tell you. Cheated!

Franks: It all looked legit to me. Jason Sandman was caught sleeping, plain and simple. You can’t do that with Nighthawk, because the moment you do.. you’re going to end up flat on your back just like Jason Sandman is.

Quadros: Why isn’t anyone rioting?! They all know that this was not how it was supposed to happen!

Franks: Because we’re in freaking Chicago, Illinois! These fans you might as well say consider Nighthawk to be an extended family member.

Quadros: That’s got to be the dumbest thing I’ve heard all night!

Franks: It is what it is. Nighthawk is in love with this city and this city loves Nighthawk!

Quadros: Oh my god. Where’s a vomit bucket when I need one?! At least it’s Aiden Miles that Nighthawk has left as an opponent. There’s no way, Nighthawk can beat him because Miles is “the Standard”. Go Miles!

(As if he heard Quadros, Miles climbs the closest turnbuckle and while Nighthawk is still recovering from his battle with Jason Sandman, he leaps off with an attempted Top Rope Summersault Leg Drop! It connects! Nighthawk never saw it coming. Aiden Miles looks to try and take advantage of this with a quick pin! 1……… 2…….. THRE- NO! Nighthawk breaks free from Aiden Miles grasp and manages to kick out. Aiden Miles pounds both fists in complete frustration! He helps Nighthawk up to his feet very quickly and buries him back into the mat with a Spinning Facelock DDT! Nighthawk’s head bounces off the mat with a thud. Miles feels victory is here as he hooks a leg of Nighthawk’s as tightly as he can. 1……… 2…….. THRE- NO! Nighthawk shoots an arm up! Aiden Miles rolls over onto his back and is pulling at his own hair in disbelief. He starts throwing a tantrum as he can’t seem to keep Nighthawk down. He suddenly bounces up and signals that it’s going to be all over! He helps Nighthawk to his feet one more take and hooks Nighthawk up in a Half Nelson. Incredible strength as Nighthawk is the victim of a Half Nelson Gutwrench Powerbomb! Miles quickly leaps on top of Nighthawk smelling blood like a shark. 1……… 2…….. THREE! AIDEN MILES DOES IT! HE’S THE PREMIERE CHAM….

Quadros: NOOOO!!! The referee is a bastard I tell you! He should be holding up three fingers and not two. He’s cheating that son of a bitch!

Franks: That one was very close, but I’m going to have to side with the referee on that call. It was close, but Nighthawk just got the shoulder up.

Quadros: No he didn’t! NIGHTHAWK WAS OUT FOR THE COUNT, BUT THE REFEREE COUNTED SLOWER THAN A RETARD EATING PEANUT BUTTER!

Franks: No need to yell that, we call all hear you and for your information.. if you look at the replay, Nighthawk is still in this match.

Quadros: I refuse to look at that because I bet they edited it so that it looks like he kicked out on time.

Franks: Sounds like something you’d say.

Quadros: The fact is Carl, PWA wants Nighthawk to be their champion and they’ll do anything to see that happen and you know it. I know it. Baby Jesus knows it.

Franks: If that were true, Nighthawk would already be champion by now. Only way to find out is to keep watching this match as it continues on!

(Aiden Miles looks like he’s about to lose his mind as he wonders what exactly it’s going to take to put Nighthawk down for good. He grabs Nighthawk by the hair and gets him up to a standing position. He faces away from Nighthawk and looks to try and end it with a Diamond Cutter, but Nighthawk pushes Aiden Miles away! Aiden Miles turns around and nearly has his head taken off with a Superkick! Aiden Miles head rocks back before he hits the canvas with stars circling his head. Nighthawk drops down and goes for the pin attempt. 1…….. 2…….. THRE- NO! Aiden Miles manages to get a kickout! Nighthawk takes a moment and looks out among the sea of fans trying to hold the frustration back. Up to his feet, he gives The Standard a couple of good kicks to the sternum before making his way to the closest corner and scaling the turnbuckles. Up at the top, he jumps off and attempts a Cannonball Senton! Nighthawk connects with the maneuver! He stays with his back on Miles’ chest and hooks a leg! 1……… 2……….. THRE- NO! Aiden Miles manages to get a shoulder up one more time! Nighthawk is finding this hard to believe! He helps Aiden Miles up to his feet and applies an inverted Cravate. Spinning to the side, Nighthawk then drives Aiden Miles face first into the unforgiving canvas… DELIVERANCE! Nighthawk pins both shoulders down to the mat as hard as he can as the referee drops down to the mat and goes for the three count. 1……….. 2………… THREE! The fans go bananas! NIGHTHAWK HAS DONE THE UNTHINKABLE! HE’S YOUR NEW PREMIERE CHAM…)

Quadros: He gets a foot on the ropes! Aiden Miles gets a foot on the ropes! Aiden Miles is special I tell you!

Franks: I thought Nighthawk had the match wrapped up too, but Aiden Miles shows that he’s got some ring savvy in these big matches.

Quadros: It was the most amazing foot on the ropes that I’ve ever seen!

Franks: Why is that?

Quadros: Because it kept Nighthawk from becoming the Premiere Champion! We almost bore witness to the worst title reign in any federation’s existence, but Aiden Miles saves us from the grasp of that inhumane act!

Franks: This match isn’t over yet Ray. Nighthawk has momentum swinging his way and if he keeps up this pace despite this being his second match, then he could still end up being the Premiere Champion!

Quadros: All I know is that Aiden Miles is going to have to do something soon if he’s going to win or he’s going to fail us all!

Franks: He wouldn’t fail me if he lost. Then again, I don’t have a death wish out on the guys who make an honest living like Nighthawk… unlike you.

(Nighthawk up to his feet and he’s slowly turning in a circle as he looks out to the fans and then points at the top ropes. They’re cheering in unison as the whole arena is shaking from the sheer amount of cheers! Nighthawk scales the closest corner’s turnbuckles and is up to the top in no time. Nighthawk crosses himself and then comes off with a textbook Shooting Star Press that he calls the Last Rites! It connects… with Aiden Miles knees! Nighthawk bounces off of Aiden Miles knees and is on the mat squirming in unbearable pain and loss of breath. Aiden Miles pops up and signals this match is over! He helps Nighthawk up to his feet and takes a moment before he lifts Nighthawk up and then attempts to connect with his finisher, the Crash Landing which is a Capture Suplex Backbreaker! Nighthawk in midair, manages to wiggle free and somehow lands neatly behind Aiden Miles. Nighthawk looks to lock in the beginning of a Hangman’s Clutch, his classic finisher, but Miles manages to free himself! Miles turns around and blocks a kick aimed for his head. Capture Suplex Backbreaker out of nowhere. Crash Landing for Nighthawk! He rolls Nighthawk up as tight as he can not taking any chances. 1……… 2……….. THREE! Miles gets the pin!)

Ferdinand: Nighthawk has been pinned! Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and the new Premiere Champion… Aiden Miles!

Quadros: YES! Aiden Miles does it! Wooooooo hooooo!

Franks: Aiden Miles put on an impressive match from start to finish and he definitely deserved to be in there tonight.

Quadros: Nighthawk didn’t though.

Franks: Why you say that?

Quadros: Because Aiden Miles is the new Premiere Champion and Nighthawk isn’t!

Franks: If you’re so excited, why don’t you go and join Aiden in his celebration.

Quadros: I just might so I can rub it in Nighthawk’s face that he lost twice tonight! Hahaha!

Franks: We’ll be back with the Main Event in a few moments folks while Quadros is administered a tranquilizer shot!

What the???

"Victim" by Eighteen Visions kicks up over the PA Systems as the lights flicker and the crowd doesn't know whether to erupt into a sea of hell yeahs or boos.

Franks: What the?

Quadros: Do we have a new member in PWA?

Franks: That's what I'm wondering!!! WE were told nothing of this!

The lights continue to quickly flicker, jaws dropped to the floor waiting to see whom has arrived on the doorsteps of The Premiere Wrestling Alliance all the while a figure stands at the top of the ramp as the flickering picks up speed allowing the figure to remain hidden. The music stops, the lights shut off and the crowd goes silent.

Quadros: WHAT IN THE BLUE HELL!!

Franks: I'm with you on this one Ray.

The crowd begins to become frustrated by the events taking place and fit the persona of the typical person in today's world with their lack of patience.

Quadros: ENOUGH ALREADY!!!

It was a though Quadros cued the music to start because just as soon as he finished his words, "# 1 STUNNER" by The Big Tymers kicks up across the loud speakers as the arena bursts into a roar. The lights flicker once more as a smiling Jostrodomus reveals himself to the fans and to The Premiere Wrestling Alliance once more.

Quadros: MOTHER F******

The # 1 Stunner himself makes his way down to the ring, the typical fine suit, and the trademark Jostrodomus grin. He slides into the ring asking for a mic as the fans continue to cheer. The old veteran soaks it all in just like it was the first time he stepped into the ring before the fans begin to quiet.

Jostrodomus: First and foremost...Someone get Ray Quadros a change of clothes because if he didn't shit himself...I damnwell know there's piss runnin' down his leg right about now.

The fans burst into laughter at the comment made from The Number One Stunner as he shoots a smile towards the announce table.

Jostrodomus: Carl...Good to see ya...Ray...To clear up the rumor of me sleeping with your wife...Yes I did have sexual relations with your wife while I was involved in Total Non-Stop Wrestling.

Once again the fans burst into a cheer as Joz motions for them to calm down.

Jostrodomus: It hasn't been that long has it? Though many will agree it has been far too long since I stepped foot into a ring for this wonderful company. I don't know...Chicago...WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK?

The fans continue to go apeshit as Joz looks on in smiles.

Jostrodomus: So now...We got that out of the way...What to address next. Do I sit here and talk about what's happened, the guys leaving, the guys coming, or do I just cut to the chase and get down to business.

The fans cheer and make notion for him to get down to business and say what he's got to say.

Quadros: We know he's just going to rant and rave...Why the hell does he need the fans approval.

Franks: Holy Shit Ray...WE do need to get you a change of clothes!

Quadros: What? No! You...

Joz notices Carl pointing over towards Ray Quadros and motions for Ray to come on up.

Jostrodomus: C'mon Ray...Get your happy ass into this ring. And remember...If you don't...I'll help you.

Quadros: Son of a *****.

Quadros gets up from his chair and steps into the ring revealing his urine soaked pants as Joz cracks another huge ass smile, even removing his sunglasses to add to the humiliation of Ray Quadros.

Jostrodomus: I've always told the truth Ray. You can go ahead and sit back down now.

Ray shakes his head in disgust and takes a seat.

Jostrodomus: I see things have changed around here, money thrown this way or that way, new lows, and a few new individual highs for some. I see things I like, things I don't like. I see men who can and men who can't. But most of all...I see a federation not large enough to handle the likes of myself once again. I see a federation that dreamed and prayed that the world as they knew it would never again involve THE NUMBER ONE STUNNER.

He smiles.

Jostrodomus: But guess what folks...My old ass is back in town, and like always...I have an agenda...There's unfinished business around here, mouthy newcomers who think they have what it takes to go...TOE TO TOE WITH THE NUMBER ONE STUNNER...But the world knows...They don't and never will.

A smile crosses his face once again.

Jostrodomus: This fed was left in tarnish they said after a couple of overrated bimbos left, guys you all thought had talent, but men who wouldn't make it through the night inside this very ring with myself.

He smiles once again.

Jostrodomus: So I've summed up what's been going on in PWA, now onto the good stuff...Raisin' hell...The simple life...

He smiles.

Jostrodomus: They always say...*laughs*...An old dog never changes his ways. You put that into context and figure out the answer behind me being out here tonight.

"Victim" by Eighteen Visions kicks up as the fans burst into another cheer as The Number One Stunner makes his way towards the back.

Franks: JOSTRODOMUS HAS RETURNED LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!

Quadros: I'm jumping for joy Carl.

Franks: And pissing yourself. What does this mean for PWA with the return if its first ever world champion?

Quadros: A bunch of rant and raves Carl.

Franks: Do those involve you pissing your pants each and every week?

It's Time

(Terminus and Natalie are shown in the locker room designated for use my members of Gundan RTO; the New Age Punisher appears to be the very picture of calm and focus as he applies the final bit of wrapping to his hands, and then tears off the hand-tapes with a final quick jerk. Natalie, as is usually the case in the moments before her fiance's most important matches, appears to be a nervous wreck, and is fidgeting almost uncontrollably...But, in this case, there appears to be a considerable amount of anger in her eyes as she turns her attention toward the clock.)

Natalie, standing up: Five minutes to go...I think I'm going to take a little walk if you don't mind, my love...

Terminus, taking her hand: Actually, Natalie...I think it might be best if you stayed here.

Natalie: But...we've been in here all night...

Terminus: I know, Natalie.

You see, I know that you if you set foot outside this door, that you'd immediately make every attempt to hunt down the person who threatened Mike into planting the charges at PONR and wring his neck.

*Smirks* Knowing you, you'd probably succeed.

Natalie, with her hands on her hips: And, how would that be a bad thing, Evan? I mean, I know you want to use this as a form of motivation, and I can understand that, but I simply cannot *abide* the fact that the stupid syncophant that goes by the name of Ryan Richardson is still free to roam these halls!

That...that...creature...deserves nothing more than to have his entrails forcibly removed from his person and used to hang his sorry carcass for all the world to see!

Terminus: I agree...I, too, think that would be an appropriate form of punishment for Ryan to suffer. But, if you were to make that happen, Natalie, especially at this particular point and time, then we might never find out who the TRUE mastermind of this plan really is...

Natalie: So, you don't think Ryan came up with this on his own?

Terminus: About as much as I think that Sarah Palin is capable of giving answers that aren't scripted, and about as much as I believe that Tom Fury is capable of understanding advanced forms of molecular biology.

Natalie, smirking: I understand.

And...and...I do understand what you're saying, my love. It's just...just...

Terminus: I know, Natalie. Believe me, I will be more than pleased to leave Mr. Richardson in you capable hands once all is said and done.

But, for right now, you can take a considerable amount of solace in the fact that Ryan shall be watching this match that is about to take place, and shall witness the spectacle of me going about the business of Tom Fury, Captain Howdy, and Kaito in succession.

When I go about the business of proving to Fury that it takes more than agression, bad attitude, and a sheer, stupid desire to bore everyone to tears with his meaningless, incoherent rants are not sufficient attributes needed to become champion in this federation, I know very well Ryan shall be watching with displeasure.

When I go about the business of proving to Howdy that I am every bit as versatile, every bit as violent, and most certainly, every bit as capable of ending a person's career in this indudtry as he claims to be, and when I end his direct participation in this encounter the same way I ended his active participation in the last match where we faced one another, I know Ryan shall be watching.

And, when I prove to Kaito that, despite our alliance, and despite our friendship that we've had before, my quest to find out the truth of what happened shall NOT be denied, by anything, or anyone, I know Ryan shall be watching that as well.

And, when Ryan sees me with my arm raised in vicory, and in possession once again of the belt that I once held, he'll know that the next time he sees me, he's going to have to look me in the eye, and call me "champ".

And I think that in many ways, is one of the greatest forms of punishment that Richardson could suffer...don't you?

Natalie, smiling: Oh, yes, my love...I most certainly do.

Terminus, staring at the clock: It's time, Natalie. Are you ready?

Natalie, nodding as she grins: I most certainly am, my dear.

(The couple make their way out the door, begin to walk down the halls of the Allstate Arena backstage area toward the entrance. After a couple of seconds, Natalie stops, and stares at her lover after noticing a bit of movement in the shadows nearby.)

Natalie: I shall certainly enjoy the sight of you regaining your World Championship, my love, and shall take even greater delight in knowing that the efforts of someone to prevent that from happening proved to be such a miserable failure.

I think that's something to be very pleased about...

*In a louder tone of voice*

Wouldn't you agree, Ryan?

(A bit of scuffling, and a hissed curse can be heard as someone quickly disappears down the opposite hall. Terminus and Natalie merely nod their heads, and exchange grins as they resume their journey toward the ring, and their goal of finding out the truth.)

- World Championship Title Match -
Fatal Four Way Elimination Match

Kaito VS
Captain Howdy VS
Terminus VS
Tom Fury

“Woke Up This Morning” by Alabama 3 (A3) begins to play as a dazzling display of fireworks, orange and red lights confront the viewer along with an entrance video depicting the destruction of war and violence of all sorts interspersed with footage of Tom Fury demolishing opponents left, right and centre. Fury steps out from the back with his brother Matt Filth as boos rain down throughout the arena. He stops long enough to soak them in before stepping into the ring.

Franks: Welcome to the main event of the evening here at Bad Moon Rising, folks. Tom Fury has made his way down to the ring so we can get this match started, Ray.

Quadros: No doubt he’s looking to continue his mean streak that brought him here, Carl. Last week he gave Brad Kane a concussion to get to this match and no doubt he won’t care who he puts on a stretcher to win this title.

The lights dim, as "Captain Howdy" begins to play. He walks out from the back, flanked by two figures in hooded, lime-green robes. These two figures move away from him as he walks down the ramp, taking positions on each side of the top of the ramp, heads bowed, and hands in their sleeves. The big screen behind them shows various snippets of the Captain's PWA career, as he makes his way to the ring, acknowledging those who bow to him, and inviting them to join his cult. He ignores any others, as he steps into the ring and moves to the far side, handing off his jacket and walking stick to the attendant.

Franks: Captain Howdy has been on a unique path the past six months to get to this point, Ray. From removing what remained of Camp Carnage, to injuring Jake Keeton, to almost winning the Kaito Invitational, to creating his own cult here in PWA, Howdy has done what has been needed to get to this point in his career.

Quadros: Still, people over look him and don’t see him as a threat. Maybe tonight all of PWA will get a true understanding of what Howdy is willing to do to fulfill his goals.

The lights go out in the arena. A dragon roar is heard over the arena speakers as fire explodes from the stage area. Jiraiya Kaito is launched from underneath the stage and lands on one knee as the first opening riff of Acma's "Follow Your Generation" plays. Blue lights swoop throughout the arena at the same time. Upon the next riff, white lights swoop back in the opposite direction. On the third riff, blue lights swoop back in their original direction. As the song progresses, blue and white lights go into a strobe effect in tune with the music. Jiraiya Kaito looks up at the ring and stands up while the fans show their appreciation for him. He then begins to walk down to the ring with a look of determination on his face. Jiraiya Kaito leaps up onto the top turnbuckle and faces 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 blue flames to erupt from all four ring posts. 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.

Franks: The former World Heavyweight Champion is looking to regain the belt some say should be in his possession all ready. But Commissioner Butcher had other ideas. What does Kaito have to do to win back the gold?

Quadros: Give each and every one of his opponents a reason to fear, honor, and respect him, Carl. And that means through any means necessary.

As "I Wear My Skin" starts to play over the sound system, the lights go dim, and the crowd rises to their feet to cheer as twin columns of red fireworks shower sparks the top of the stage . The lighting becomes a bit brighter, revealing the figures of Terminus and Natalie Snow standing at the top of the stage. Natalie acknowledges the crowd's cheering with a wide smile, while Terminus keeps his attention focused upon the ring as the couple makes their way down the ramp. As they reach the ring, the New Age Punisher whispers something into Natalie's ear that causes her smile to grow even wider, and turns toward the crowd, and draws his thumb across his throat in the ever-popular throat slash gesture. As Natalie makes her way to his corner to lend her support, he then slides under the bottom rope, and then crouches in his corner, staring down each of his opponents through his mask.

Franks: Terminus has been on a strange road himself to get to this point. Last month, Gundan RTO nearly fell apart during the rivalry between Terminus and Jason Sandman. Then to top it off, he was nearly killed during what appears to have been a murder plot following the Final Solution match at Point of No Return.

Quadros: Let’s not forget his long time friendship with Kaito lately hasn’t been what it used to be. Both men have to question what the other is thinking in this match-up.

All four men stay in separate corners, staring each other down as Head Referee Andy Sheppard takes the vacant PWA World Heavyweight Championship and raises it above his head. He then steps up to each man and shows them the pristine gold belt, reminding them what they are fighting for. He then hands the belt out to Freddy Ferdinand who will keep it in his possession until the match is complete. Sheppard calls for the bell so we can get this main event world heavyweight championship match underway!

DING! DING!

Tom Fury looks to want to be the aggressor here as he walks over to Kaito running his mouth about defeating him not too long ago. He pushes the smaller Kaito, trying to intimidate him early in this match. A couple profanity laced comments from Fury directed towards Kaito leads to him being on the wrong end of a BITCH SLAP from the Seiryuu! WHOOOO!! Terminus and Howdy on the other hand shrug their shoulders and go at it with a series of forearm smashes! Neither man looks to give an inch yet as the crowd is cheering! Fury is back up and nails Kaito with a closed fist low…elbow across the spine of Kaito! Kaito arcs his back in pain, leaving himself open for a stiff punch to the face by Fury. Now Fury has some old fashion stomps keeping the Seiryuu down to the mat. Howdy and Terminus continue to go at it until Howdy kicks Terminus in the midsection. Howdy whips Terminus to the ropes…and Terminus hops onto Tom Fury’s shoulders, tossing him with a rana!

The crowd pops as both Kaito and Terminus get up at the same time next to each other and stare down Captain Howdy. The eager Captain tells them both to bring it as Tom Fury is over in the corner waiting for the world to stop spinning. In true Gundan RTO fashion, both Terminus and Kaito look to work over the Captain with a numbers approach. Both RTO members feint an attack high but double over the blocking Howdy with a stereo kick to the midsection. From there Kaito whips Howdy towards the ropes and collects him with a face plant right into a waiting standing dropkick to the face by Terminus! OH!

Franks: Captain Howdy wanted some RTO action and he got more than he could handle, Ray.

Quadros: This is hardly fair, Carl. Gundan RTO can eliminate their opponents one by one to ensure the Championship returns to their camp.

Now Tom Fury wants to take his chances with the pair as he calls out Terminus for his blindside rana attack. Natalie Snow has some unkind words for Fury. He returns some nasty barbs back to Miss Snow. Here comes Terminus with a forearm blast that rocks the distracted Tom Fury. Irish whip by Terminus and Fury runs under and jumping Kaito! Fury on the rebound runs straight into a spinning back breaker from Kaito in the center of the ring! Here comes Terminus with a rolling senton off the mat, squashing Tom Fury and hooking the leg for the match’s first pin! 1...2...KICK OUT by Tom Fury. Both RTO members wait patiently for Fury to sit up, only to nail him in the face with a double drop kick! Now Kaito makes the cover! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT!

Gundan RTO seems to be rolling on all cylinders tonight as Kaito pulls up Tom Fury into a hammer lock. Terminus runs towards the ropes for another double team move here but he gets yanked down on the rebound by Captain Howdy’s mask pull! Referee Sheppard warns Howdy over his tactics and turns a blind eye towards Tom Fury’s backwards low blow kick on Kaito! Snap mare takedown by Fury on the groin holding Kaito! Stiff kick right to the back of the head by a clearly pissed off Tom Fury!

Franks: Tom Fury all ready with a low blow early in this match, Ray!

Quadros: His foot slipped, Carl. It happens.

Cover by Fury on Kaito…1...2...KICK OUT! Meanwhile, Captain Howdy has the dazed Terminus singled out in a corner. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp by Howdy in the corner! Forearm smash across Terminus’ back! Again! Again and again! Now Howdy takes Terminus by the mask and rubs his face over the top rope and bashes his head into the next turnbuckle! Natalie Snow is irate over the way her lover is being abused right now. Howdy whips Terminus across the ring but he’s reversed by Terminus! Howdy steps halfway out of the ring onto the apron as he applies something that looks like a standing Crossface on Terminus in the corner! The unique submission move uses the top rope as a snapping point across the back of Terminus’ neck! Here comes Referee Sheppard to break this up…1! 2! 3! 4! Captain Howdy releases the unique hold as Terminus falls to the mat holding his neck.

Meanwhile, Tom Fury continues to work over Kaito as he pulls him up. An Irish whip sends Kaito to the ropes and Fury executes a high impact DDT he calls the One False Move on the rebound! Fury folds Kaito up jack-knife style for the cover…here comes Referee Sheppard late…1...2...KICK OUT! Fury mounts Kaito and starts blasting him with forearms to the face while Sheppard keeps a close eye. Visibly dazed, Kaito finds himself on the wrong end of a Tom Fury snap suplex. Again, Tom Fury shoots in for the cover…1...2...THR…KICK OUT!

Franks: You think Tom Fury has something to prove against, Kaito?

Quadros: I think so. Kaito keeps saying his loss to Fury was a fluke. Tom Fury definitely wants to pin him twice now.

Howdy pulls Terminus up and yanks him back down with a neck breaker! Now Howdy makes a cover…1...2...THR…KICK OUT!! Seated dragon sleeper applied by Captain Howdy as he continues to target the neck of Terminus! Natalie Snow starts pounding the ring apron to will on her man as Howdy throws in an extra shot to the midsection of the trapped Terminus. Referee Sheppard asks if Terminus is going to give up…that question is answered by a resounding NO!

Over in the corner Tom Fury has Kaito trying to block a series of punches that Referee Sheppard has his back turned to. The crowd is cheering while Terminus is powering his way up to a lateral base. Soon enough he’s in position to land a few elbows to the midsection of Captain Howdy, breaking up the dragon sleeper in the process! Still, Howdy keeps control with a shot across the back of the neck of Terminus! Tom Fury yanks Kaito out of the corner and whips him at the same time Howdy whips Terminus! Kaito and Terminus meet at the center of the ring, clasp hands, and reverse their momentum in merry-go-round fashion! Unprepared for the quick reversal, Captain Howdy can only eat a flying leg lariat from Terminus while Tom Fury catches a rolling wheel kick on the lip from Kaito!

Franks: What a reversal there by the two Gundan RTO members! They were in trouble before but now they have the advantage!

Quadros: Too bad Fury and Howdy can’t get along like that!

And just like that, the Gundan RTO members find the advantage as they pull up their opponents. Chop by Terminus on Howdy! WHOOO! Chop by Kaito on Fury! WHOOO! Chop by Terminus! WHOOOO! Chop by Kaito! WHOOO! Chop by Terminus and Howdy falls back against the ropes! WHOOOO! Chop by Kaito and Fury falls back against the ropes! WHOOOO! Standing drop kick by Terminus! Standing drop kick by Kaito! Both Captain Howdy and Tom Fury roll over the top rope and to the floor below! Natalie Snow claps joyously as Matt Filth is yelling at the referee over what’s going on! Terminus and Kaito look back at each other as their opponents are rising on the outside of the ring…the RTO members run past each other in the ring and dive to the outside! Kaito lands on Captain Howdy with a backflip plancha! Terminus collides into Tom Fury with a through the ropes shoulder block! The crowd pops as both Gundan RTO members rise to their feet, practically unscathed.

Franks: All appears to be well in the RTO camp, Ray. Both Kaito and Terminus seem to be on the same page!

Quadros: Sooner or later they’ll turn on each other. The gold has that kind of effect!

Kaito pulls up Howdy while Terminus has Tom Fury up. Kaito with a stiff knife-edge chop on Captain Howdy against the barrier! WHOOOO! Terminus hits Tom Fury in the jaw with a forearm shiver. Tom Fury wobbles away but regains his footing and tries to shoot in on Terminus…spinning backfist by Terminus drops Tom Fury like a ton of bricks! Kaito lands a solid kick to the midsection of Howdy. Another kick! Another kick! Another kick! Howdy falls to a knee, clutching his midsection as Kaito reels back for the final kick to the head! OH! Stiff kick to the side of Captain Howdy’s head might have knocked him out cold!

Matt Filth in some desperation approaches Terminus and has some words with the New Age Punisher. Wait! Here comes Natalie Snow now, shoving Matt Filth before Terminus gets too involved! She says something along the lines of him having rabbit turds for brains! He calls her a walking red light district! Miss Snow slaps the taste out of Matt Filth’s mouth! Filth raises his hand to make her ugly in return but Terminus grabs his hand! Ouch! Tom Fury nails Terminus in the side of the knee with a chop block before he can dispose of Matt Filth! Fury is now stomping a mud hole into Terminus outside of the ring until Natalie Snow jumps on his backside, digging her nails into him!

Franks: Geez! Natalie Snow is getting into this now, Ray!

Quadros: She’s a fiery creature, Carl. I wonder if Terminus puts Benedryl into her food every night to calm her down?

Matt Filth pulls the furious Natalie Snow off of his brother with a simple bear hug. Here comes Kaito now, calling out Matt Filth for how he treats a lady. However, before Kaito can get too involved, Captain Howdy hits him from behind with the Broken Toys back breaker! Natalie Snow throws her head back in a vicious manner and nails Filth in the nose to break free! She looks to attack Tom Fury now but he’s made his way back into the ring with Terminus. Angered he got away, Natalie Snow kicks Filth in the groin with her pointed stiletto shoes and finishes him off with a DDT onto the floor!

Back in the ring, Tom Fury applies the Anger Tangle on Terminus! The spine breaking submission maneuver leaves Terminus with little to no options to break free! Still outside of the ring, Captain Howdy shoves Kaito back first into the ring apron with a shoulder block! Follow up kick to the spine by Captain Howdy! Terminus is yelling in pain as he continues to be trapped in the submission hold by Tom Fury! Sheppard asks if he wants to quit! NO! Fury pulls back some more, causing Terminus’ feet and hands to touch each other! Again Sheppard asks if he wants to quit? NO! Captain Howdy with a spinning back drop that sends Kaito to the floor hard!

Franks: The momentum has shifted, Ray. Tom Fury and Captain Howdy now have the edge!

Quadros: They should focus on eliminating one of these RTO members while they have the chance.

Tom Fury releases the Anger Tangle after Terminus look quit a beating from it. Now he’s stomping away on Terminus as Howdy rolls Kaito into the ring. STF applied by Captain Howdy as Kaito finds himself in a bit of a helpless situation. Still, when Sheppard asks if he wants to give up, the answer is always NO! Belly-to-belly suplex by Fury on Terminus. Belly-to-back suplex by Fury on Terminus. German suplex by Fury on Terminus! Holds on and rolls…Tiger suplex by Tom Fury on Terminus! Bridge! 1!…2!…THREE…KICK OUT!!

Captain Howdy releases the STF and stomps on the back of Kaito’s head. He comes over and assists Tom Fury in lifting Terminus up into the air with a stalling vertical suplex…holding…holding…holding! OH! Double sit-out vertical brain buster on Terminus! Follow up neck vice submission applied by Captain Howdy as Tom Fury is heading to the top turnbuckle! Fury jumps off and lands a solid elbow drop to the exposed midsection of Terminus! Fury with the cover as Howdy releases the neck vice…1!…2!….THRE…NO! Kaito breaks up the pin fall with a rolling leg drop across Fury’s neck!

Franks: And Kaito makes the save!

Quadros: Is he lost in translation somewhere, Carl? Why should he care if Terminus gets pinned?

Howdy shoots in on the rising Kaito with a kidney punch! OH! Mandible Claw applied by Captain Howdy on Kaito! Kaito is sprawling back and forth while Howdy looks to collect his jaw as a prize! Tom Fury wobbles to his feet while holding his neck. He lets out a battle cry as he grabs Howdy from the back with a handful of hair! Howdy loses the mandible claw as he gets yanked down to the mat with a hair pull neck breaker! Kaito falls against the ropes checking his jaw. Fury kicks him and throws him across the ring…stiff rolling power slam by Tom Fury on Kaito! Now Terminus is up but Fury catches him with a punch to the stomach! Standing body splash across Terminus’ backside by Tom Fury! Anarchy’s Rainbow!

Franks: Geez! Tom Fury is rolling here! He’s taken everybody out!

Quadros: Don’t piss off a Brit.

Matt Filth is now elated as his brother is cleaning house in this World Championship match! Fury collects the rising Captain Howdy with a Soviet suplex! Cover! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT! Now Kaito is back up only to be on the wrong end of a thrust kick to the side of the head by a hulking Tom Fury! Cover by Fury! 1!…2!….THRE…KICK OUT!! Fury gets up and drops a head butt onto Terminus! He covers him now! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!! Now Tom Fury is all aggravated as everybody kicked out of his offense! He heads back to the top turnbuckle to finish someone off! So many bodies to choose from! Eww! Before Fury could choose, Captain Howdy popped up and grabbed him with a good old fashion testicle claw on the top turnbuckle! Howdy powers Fury down with a crotch claw body slam from the top turnbuckle!

Franks: Oh that looked like it hurt!

Quadros: Some guys pay a lot of money for that to happen to them on the weekends, Carl.

Franks: How would you know?

Quadros: Freddy Ferdinand told me.

Now a clearly disturbed Captain Howdy is taking the liberty to stomp repeatedly on the face of the stunned Tom Fury! Double boot stomp! Cover by Howdy! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!! Howdy has a boot to Fury’s throat as he’s trying to choke the man out! Referee Sheppard jumps in there with a count! 1! 2! 3! Broken up by Terminus’ roaring elbow to the back of Howdy’s head! Terminus with a whip on Howdy! Kick to the midsection by Terminus right into the Ashes to Ashes triangle lancer! Sheppard goes down and asks Howdy if he wants to give up now that he may end up with a dislocated arm! Howdy let’s out a loud NO!

Meanwhile, Kaito has waited just in time for Tom Fury to get to his feet! Kick to midsection by Kaito! Kick to lower back! Kick to midsection again! Kick to middle back! Kick to chest! Kick to upper back! Follow up Enzuigiri by Kaito causes Tom Fury to flop onto the canvass! Kaito runs towards the ropes and bounces off with a rolling senton on top of the stunned Tom Fury! Hook of the leg! 1!…2!…THRE…ANOTHER KICK OUT!! Fujiwara Armbar applied by Kaito! The crowd pops as both RTO members have submissions applied to the arm!

Franks: Momentum shifts again, Ray!

Quadros: Someone may tap here.

Both Howdy and Fury are trying to sprawl to their feet. Kaito pulls back even harder while Terminus rolls through to re-establish the Ashes to Ashes. Matt Filth starts pounding on the ring apron as Natalie Snow screams words of encouragement. Fury is able to shift his weight a little to take the pressure off his arm. Captain Howdy gets a handful of Terminus tights with his free hand and turns the submission into a favorable roll up for himself! 1!…2!…KICK OUT! Terminus and Howdy both get up! Howdy shoots in and gets tossed with an arm drag by Terminus! Again Howdy shoots in and once again he gets thrown!

Tom Fury is able to power himself to a knee! Kaito keeps holding onto the arm, not giving up! Tom Fury fights his way to his feet and lifts Kaito up onto his shoulders for a Niagara Driver! Countered by a rana from Kaito! Enraged and not entirely balanced, Tom Fury shoots in to collect Kaito with a power clothesline! Kaito ducks! Kick to the midsection!…JIENDO!!! The front-flip leg sweep DDT finishes Tom Fury off out of no where! Kaito with the cover! ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!

Ferdinand: Tom Fury has been eliminated!

Franks: What a finishing move by Kaito, Ray!

Quadros: I think it’s even between those two now, Carl!

Matt Filth rolls his stunned brother out of the ring and starts helping him up the entrance ramp as Natalie Snow is waving at them as she laughs. Then all of a sudden Brad Kane pops out from the back with a steel chair! He wraps it around Matt Filth’s head with a massive CRACK!! The still stunned Tom Fury finds himself in a helpless position as Kane kicks him in the midsection and executes a BK DRIVER right on the entrance ramp! Here comes Mugs Hammerfist and his security guards to round up an irate Brad Kane! But the damage is all ready done!

Franks: The Hell?! Brad Kane just came out of no where and hit Filth with a chair from behind! Then hit a BK Driver onto Tom Fury!

Quadros: That son of a bitch! Fury just had a match here! Real classy move there by Brad Kane!

Franks: I guess he’s not over Tom Fury giving him a concussion last week!

Quadros: Bitter much?

The crowd pops as both Gundan RTO members begin to stalk Captain Howdy. Howdy looks to be on an island here. Faced with the realization he’s in for a rough night, Captain Howdy tells both Kaito and Terminus to bring it. The two RTO members gladly do as they give him no escape! Howdy and Terminus trade blows until Kaito lands a stiff kick right to the ribcage of Howdy! Kaito bounces Howdy off the ropes and Terminus collects him with a fast cradle DDT! Terminus rolls him up! 1!…2!….2.99123131!! Terminus applies a dragon sleeper across the knee as Kaito makes his way to the top turnbuckle. With the back of his neck across Terminus’ knee, Captain Howdy finds himself in a bad position! Kaito doesn’t hesitate for a moment as he jumps off the top turnbuckle with an accurate split-legged moonsault across Howdy’s prone body! The Captain’s neck violently is compressed across Terminus’ knee with all the weight crashing down on him! OH!!! Kaito has the pinfall! ONE!….TWO!!…THRE!!….2.99991324324324!!!!

Franks: Captain Howdy kicks out!!

Quadros: Man that guy should be dead!

The crowd can’t help but give Captain Howdy a cheer there. Kaito looks up at Terminus in shock as Natalie Snow is pounding the ring apron with frustration. Kaito pulls up the wobbly Captain Howdy as Terminus runs towards the ropes! Terminus comes off the ropes with a full force lighting leg lariat as Kaito holds Howdy! NO! The Captain slips through and Kaito eats a mouth full of Terminus’ leg lariat! Natalie Snow covers her face after her lover made an errant mistake!

Franks: Terminus just showed Kaito the sole of his shoe, Ray!

Quadros: I don’t think that was the plan!

Terminus is shaking his head as he looks down at Kaito. He can’t believe that just happened either! With a scowl forming behind that mask, he looks towards the man at fault…Captain Howdy is crawling away to recover all that he’s been through. Terminus looks to be stalking Howdy now as he wants to finish this man off. But before he can even put his new plan into action, Kaito nips up and kicks Terminus in the side of the head! Kaito does not look to be too thrilled as he pushes the stunned Terminus into a corner. Kaito runs towards him and slams a high knee into Terminus’ face!

Kaito rolls Terminus over and puts him into a tree of woe! Kaito with a kick to the prone midsection of his RTO stablemate! KICK! KICK! KICK! KICK! KICK! KICK! KICK! KICK! KICK! KICK! Ten stiff kicks in the tree of woe as Captain Howdy stays across the ring enjoying every minute of this! Terminus falls face first to the mat out of the tree of woe and Natalie Snow is yelling at Kaito for what he’s doing. Kaito pays no attention as he lifts Terminus up and tosses him with a release dragon suplex! Kaito slides in for the cover! 1!…2!…THREE…KICK OUT!! Kick out says Referee Sheppard!

Franks: If there was any pre-conceived plan of Kaito and Terminus working together, Ray, I think those plans are shot now!

Quadros: This is a smar