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MOB RULES 2
Sunday, May 20th, 2009
Ullevaal Stadion in Oslo, Norway

I‘LL BE BACK
Written by: Neil

Jake Keeton is seen in his street clothes with his bag of gear over his shoulder and a pair of headphones in his ears. Tonight’s a night for some motivational music as he prepares to battle for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship for the first time. With the wounds from his screw job brass knuckles match last week against Jackboot apparently healed, the All-American Nightmare looks ready to go.

Just as he’s about to enter the Ullevaal Stadion, a small army of Hammerfist Security guards block the front entrance. Standing there with his arms over his chest in a tough guy looking pose, Boz Wells doesn’t let Keeton pass.

Jake Keeton: What’s your problem?

Boz Wells: Ya ain’t ‘llowed in da facility.

Jake Keeton: Bullshit! I’m Jake Keeton. I’m wrestling for the World Championship tonight! Get out of my way!

He tries to push his way through but Boz and the guards restrain Keeton for the moment. Out from the front door comes Wren Chesney with a smile on her face.

Wren: What seems to be the problem?

Jake Keeton: Yeah, what is the problem? I got a match to get ready for. I don’t need this shit.

Wren: You’ve got a match? I’m sorry, Jake, you must be confused. You don’t have a match tonight or any night when it concerns the PWA World Heavyweight Championship.

Jake Keeton: Cut the shit, Wren. I know you don’t like me and you know I sure as shit don’t like you. But I earned my spot, you hear? I beat your boy Joz and I went to a draw with Sandman. Tonight is my night and you can’t take it away from me.

Wren: You listen here, Jake! You don’t tell me what to do! I run this company, I make the decisions! And I decide who gets what! When it concerns you, you don’t get anything! Now get your ass out of here before it gets beat!

The All-American Nightmare starts to seethe with anger because he knows she isn’t lying. With the odds firmly against him, Keeton scoffs with a smile and accepts the odds.

Jake Keeton: Hey, Wren…catch!

He swings his bag of gear off his shoulder and slugs the Co-Commissioner in the face! She falls backwards onto her ass just as the guards hop onto Keeton and rough him up. He gets a couple good shots in but again, the Co-Commissioner brought a small army to keep him away.

Wren: You’ll pay for that with your job, Keeton! You hear me? You’re through! You are suspended and I’m going to have you fired by the Board when we get back to the States! Your PWA career is over!

Jake Keeton: I heard that one before, Wren! I’ll be back. Trust me on that!

Chesney growls as she heads back into the stadium while the guards tussle with Jake Keeton some more, keeping him away from every entrance around the building.

Franks: Damn it! Wren Chesney has struck again! She did everything in her power to make sure Keeton couldn’t physically be here tonight yet he still showed up! And now she won’t let him into the building!

Quadros: Don’t question her authority, Carl. It’s unhealthy for you. Enjoy your suspension, Jake!

LAST WEEK
Written by: Okori

Carl Franks: “Ladies and gentlemen thank you for using your disposable income on buying Mob Rules. What you are about o see is a turn of events that took place during a commercial break from our most recent edition of Violation.”

Ray Quadros: “I have seen this segment, and what a goody-2-shoes Nighthawk is.”

Last week….

(As Nighthawk pulls himself back into the ring with the aid of ropes, using the aid of the referee to get himself back in the ring, he looks around at the audience who breaks out into a loud ovation at all that he has achieved over the course of his career. Leaning against the ropes the “Wrestling Machine” asks for the microphone and the PWA World Light Heavyweight Title as Natalie Snow stares at him in utter annoyance, hands on her hips as she looks ready to kill.)

Nighthawk: “I don’t like talking. No really… it’s true. I'm actually kind of shy. In this ring, where I am standing, is the place where I can do and be anything I want, anything I dream of being. And I, more than anything else, have dreamt of being the World Light Heavyweight Champion. And tonight, after having felt that championship twice, I came as close as I could to getting it a 3rd time. But, and I am getting to a point here, if I can’t have that title there is only one person I want to have it: Natalie Snow.”

(At that Natalie Snow’s jaw literally drops.)

Nighthawk: “No it’s true. This, right here, is one of the most important belts in North America. And it’s your belt, Natalie. Do it proud. Do all of us former champions of this division proud.”

(As Nighthawk hands the belt back to Natalie she shakes her head in shock and offers a handshake to the “Wrestling Machine”, turning around so that he can fasten the belt around her waist before leaving the ring to Natalie and Terminus who embrace before holding up both of their titles.)

MAY THE BEST MAN WIN
Written by: Phoenix

-The camera focuses on Anthony Phoenix doing squat thrusts in the corner near a few crates that have the PWA logo on them. As it gets closer he stops and smiles at the camera

Anthony: Tonight in just a few minutes the thousands in attendance and the millions watching world wide will be getting a treat extraordinaire. For one night only you will all get to see what two real wrestlers can do. Not to say that I’m divorcing myself from my extreme side but suffice it to say you will all get to see a side of me that I don’t show very often.

-Anthony nods slightly and smiles again.

Anthony: Nighthawk few men can say that will push me to the limit. I think when this is all said and done you will be able to count yourself in the fold. This whole week leading up to this night we have expressed our mutual but veiled respect, but I will go on record now in front of the entire world in saying I respect you Hawk. One more thing May the Best Man Win. But don’t get too comfortable

-He points at his chest.

Anthony: Because in here beats the heart of a warrior and just like all those warriors in times past from Texas: I will never say die, nor will I ever surrender. Pretty much you’ll have to kill me, no pun intended. Because when it’s all said and done it’s simply HOW I RIDE!!!

-Anthony smiles and returns to his warm-up as the camera fades out.

PURE WRESTLING MATCH
Nighthawk vs. Anthony Phoenix
Written by: Okori & Bailey (commentary)

Ring Announcer Freddy Ferdinand: “This next contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Pure Wrestling Match. The referee assigned is Mickey Vann.”

(As the theme of “Immortal” by Adema begins a pyro shower comes down over the entrance area. Phoenix walks out through the pyro with his hood over his head. He turns around and points at the word "Xtreme" on his back. Phoenix then turns back to face the crowd, he flips the hood off as he turns. He then extends his arms out to the side in a slight arrogant pose before he walks down to the ring in a semi determined fashion.)

(As his opponent stands in the center of the ring the house lights in the arena suddenly fade all the way to black and are quickly replaced by blue and white laser lights which draws an appreciative roar from the sold-out crowd. As the laser lights flash in time the roar grows ever louder as the familiar opening strains of ""Holding Out For A Hero (The Harder They Come Intro)" by Emery booms out over the sound speakers as Nighthawk stands at the top of the ramp, raising one finger above his head as his profile is silhouetted in blue smoke. Bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet Nighthawk stares a hole through his opponent in the middle of the ring as the crowd claps along in time with the beat of the song, his ice-blue eyes never leaving his target as he walks down the ramp while enthusiastically shaking hands with every single fan that he can touch and walking all the way around the ring to try and get close to as many fans as he possibly can. Getting on the top turnbuckle Nighthawk raises one finger above his head before crouching down on the top turnbuckle and loosening up his wrists.)

Ring Announcer Freddy Ferdinand: “Introducing first, in the corner to my left. He is representing Lone Star Incorporated and is from Austin, TX. Weighing in tonight at 211 and three-quarter pounds please welcome…. “Mr. Extreme” Anthony Phoenix.”

(As Anthony steps out of the corner, making a “Hook ‘Em Horns” sign, the crowd claps politely.)

Ring Announcer Freddy Ferdinand: “And his opponent in the corner to my right wearing the royal-blue with white stars. He is from Chicago, Illinois, USA and weighed in tonight at 185 pounds. He is a former 2-time PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion, and is the current reigning King of Europe. Please welcome…. The Master of 1000 Holds….. “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk!”

(As Nighthawk raises one finger above his head before leaping off of the top turnbuckle the crowd responds to him by tossing in a bucket full of blue and white streamers while chanting “Best in the World!”)

(stepping out of his corner Nighthawk unzips his ring jacket, folds it up, and tosses it to the ringside attendant before stepping into the center of the ring and offering his hand to Anthony Phoenix to shake, which the texas native does albeit a bit hesitantly which draws a confused look from the Chicago native. Nodding his head the former World Light Heavyweight Champion circles around the ring before going for and getting a knucklelock, quickly kicking the right hand away and then locking in a tight top wristlock on the left arm bending the forearm joint back and forcing Anthony to the mat where the “Wrestling Machine” locks in a sitting double armbar, locking in a cravate as he does so to add even more pressure to the hold which draws yet another grunt of pain from “Mr. Extreme” as he tries to figure out a way out of this hold. Shaking his head no when the referee asks him if he wants to submit the Lone Star Incorporated member is stunned yet again when the “Master of 1000 Holds” pushes back with his elbows and wheels the hold towards the ropes, sinking in the hold ever tighter as he appears to be trying to entice Anthony into grabbing the ropes. Refusing to take the bait Anthony simply makes a fist with his right hand and uses that to lock in an ankle pick, using that as an opening to break the hold and get back to his feet.)

Franks: Great display of technical wrestling here, fans you’ve got Va’aiga vs. Crowley at one end of the spectrum and here we have this. This looks like it’ll be a clinic.

Quadros: Yeah, well this is the first of many attacks we’ll see from Anthony Phoenix, he put up a great showing last week in that triple threat!

Franks: That’s right but don’t forget he came up against Nighthawk then and neither man could get an advantage on the other!

(Circling around the ring for a moment, appearing to be getting ever the more infuriated with every second of time that goes by, Anthony shakes his head and goes back in for a collar-and-elbow tie-up and sneaking out the back door to apply a cravate on the Chicago native. Sliding down to his knees while still holding onto the cravate the Texan is frustrated when the former World Light Heavyweight Champion places his left arm inside the cravate to slightly blunt the effectiveness of the hold, wiggling his fingers until he can break the grip of the hold and then slip out long enough to roll to the back and turn it through into a one-armed camel clutch, quickly turning it over into a bridging back cradle that gets a 2-count before quickly grabbing the left arm and locking it up with a grounded hammerlock. Holding onto the hammerlock the “Master of 1000 Holds” quickly locks in the hold tight, leaning his head back as “Mr. Extreme” tries to grab it in an attempt to escape the hammerlock.)

Franks: Hawk isn’t letting the newcomer gain an advantage, he nearly had him with that bridging back cradle!

Quadros: Give over! That was never a winning move!

Franks: No, but look at how this hammerlock is working for the Chicagoan!

(pulling the hammerlock up to his feet Nighthawk moves his body into the view of the referee as Anthony again tries to counter his way out of the hammerlock, this time reaching back and finding the head and turning over the hold into a snapmare and then quickly into a Stretch Plum, pulling back on the hold as tight as he can and even grinding his forearm across the face of the Chicago native to add a little extra discomfort to the hold. Shaking his fingers no as he screams out in pain when the referee rushes over to see if he wants to give up the former World Light Heavyweight Champion shakes his head no, even as the constant grinding of the forearm bone against his jaw appears to be causing him discomfort. Rolling over the hold into an amateur wrestling pinning combination called the Peterson Roll “Mr. Extreme” gets a 2-count before rolling right back into the Stretch Plum, again grinding the forearm into the face as he locks the hold in. smirking Anthony rolls the hold back into an Oklahoma Roll, getting another 2-count before rolling back through into the Stretch Plum as the “Wrestling Machine” gets infuriated and bangs his palms on the mat in frustration. Grabbing out to grab a handful of the mat the “Master of 1000 Holds” seems tempted to force the first rope break, but thinks better of it and instead repays Anthony with an ankle pick of his own to loosen the hold before slipping right out and rolling to his stomach and then to his knees, flexing his wrists as the crowd buzzes in anticipation.)

Franks: Remember fans, each man only has three rope breaks so Hawk is playing a long game by turning it down. He’ll have to try and change something soon though because he looks worked up!

Quadros: He’s going emo on us!

(Rolling to his feet finally, stepping right back into the middle of the ring, Nighthawk quickly grabs another collar-and-elbow tie-up only to be locked into a textbook standing full nelson. Screaming out no when the referee asks if he wants to give up the hold the Chicago native now works on trying to escape the hold, first trying to use his strength to break the hold by pushing Anthony over. When that particular attempt does not work the former World Light Heavyweight Champion goes to another plan, this time utilizing a leg lever to loosen the grip on the full nelson which he does just enough to enable him to get out of the hold and right through into a wristlock, pulling back on the hold until ”Mr. Extreme” goes to the mat. Locking in the wristlock deep, pressing his knee on the trapezius muscle to keep the arm from slipping out, the former World Light Heavyweight Champion locks in the wristlock, bending the elbow back to a 45-degree angle as he does so. Trying desperately to scramble out of this Anthony tries to bridge up to his feet using his free hand as a foundation from which to attempt only to see the “Wrestling Machine” counter that attempt by simply turning inside of the bridge attempt and kicking the legs out, sending Anthony right back down to the mat. Locking up Anthony’s left arm in a triangle armbar, crossing his ankles together to add even more pressure on the hold, the “Master of 1000 Holds” begins to add elbows to the crown of the head from this position forcing Anthony to wrap both of his ankles across the bottom rope burning a rope break.)

Freddy Ferdinand: “Anthony Phoenix has used his first rope break. He has 2 remaining.”

Quadros: Great tactical move from Phoenix!

Franks: I think you mean great technical move by Hawk!

(As Nighthawk rolls to his feet, discussing something with the referee, a slightly embarrassed Anthony Phoenix rolls to his feet, favoring his left arm. Going back for a collar-and-elbow tie-up Anthony is somehow able to lock in a fireman’s carry takedown that gets the Chicago native down to the mat in referee’s position. Quickly moving in to take advantage of the situation “Mr. Extreme” locks in a grounded half-nelson, placing his left forearm right ion the jawbone of his opponent to add even more pain to the hold. Cranking tight on the half-nelson, using his right arm as the fulcrum to apply the hold, the former World Light Heavyweight Champion tries to pick his way out of the hold by using an ankle pick. But as the “Wrestling Machine” goes for the ankle pick Anthony is ready for him by simply trapping his opponent’s arm underneath his legs, allowing him to change up the hold into a grounded neck crank and jaw hold. Twisting tight on the neck crank the Texan pulls back on it, turning the head of the “Master of 1000 Holds” to an odd angle. Grimacing in pain Nighthawk finally reaches to the ropes and grabs them, forcing a break. )

Freddy Ferdinand: “Nighthawk has used his first rope break. He has 2 remaining.”

Franks: Phoenix is showing some wear on his arm, that could prove to be a factor later on in this match.

Quadros: Yeah, however it didn’t stop him getting the half-nelson!

Franks: That may be true and both men are on an even footing now with the rope breaks staying at two a piece.

(as Nighthawk rolls to his feet, stretching out his neck, he looks at Anthony Phoenix and offers a handshake, which he takes. Going back to a collar-and-elbow tie-up Anthony works to trap the neck again from this position with another cravate, forcing the Chicago native to counter by bridging back until his palms touch the mat and then quickly grabbing a wristlock once he breaks the hold. Focusing all of his attention on the left arm, stretching the arm out even while he has the wristlock applied, the former World Light Heavyweight Champion now begins to focus all of his attention on weakening that particular limb, quickly grabbing a short-arm scissors as he chains out of the wristlock. pulling back tight on the exposed hand in the short arm scissors as the elbow is bent at a 45-degree angle the “Wrestling Machine” tries to draw a submission right now, but is forced to quit that particular attempt when Anthony rolls that hold over into a pinning combination which gets a 2-count. Trying to up the speed of the match the former King of Europe hits a wraparound armdrag as the Texan rolls to his feet, following that up with a head-and-arm cradle that gets a 1-count. However, as the “Master of 1000 Holds” gets back up to a knee Anthony is right there to crush him with a snap belly-to-belly suplex, shaking out his left arm almost as soon as he hits the maneuver.)

Franks: Neither man can seem to gain the advantage, Phoenix isn’t letting Hawk forget that he can match him when it comes to escapes and counters.

(Keeping the pressure on as soon as he gets to his feet Anthony pulls Nighthawk up to his feet and hits a gutwrench suplex that drives the air out of his opponent’s lungs, following that up with a jackknife cradle that gets a 2-count. Pulling his opponent up to his feet the Texan plasters him with a terrific european uppercut and then follows that up with an inside cradle for a 2-count. Getting a slight bit frustrated that he can’t yet find the way to put away the Chicago native “Mr. Extreme” mumbles in annoyance to himself for a minute before going back on the attack, landing a tremendous running clothesline that turns the former World Light Heavyweight Champion inside-out before following up by picking his opponent up to his feet and drilling him with a running neckbreaker. Trying to put things away right now Anthony goes for and gets a bridging Dragon Suplex, cursing under his breath when Nighthawk is forced to get his foot on the bottom rope to force the break.)

Freddy Ferdinand: “Nighthawk has used his 2nd rope break. He has one remaining.”

Quadros: Some fans would call it an upset if Phoenix walks off this card with the win but this methodical focus on the neck of Hawk seems to be paying dividends because Hawk can only reach for the ropes once more before any submission or pinfall could end him!

Franks: Well, we’ve seen Hawk in this position of the underdog a million times before and you should know it isn’t always as clean cut as it appears.

(Staring at the referee in shock, holding his left arm to his side, as it appears that a sudden jolt of pain goes through it, Anthony goes for the Flash Bomb only to have Nighthawk counter right through into the Hangman’s Clutch right in the middle of the ring. Pulling back as tight as he can on the hold the Chicago native draws the tap-out.)

Franks: You see! Hawk pulled that out of nowhere!

Quadros: That was pure luck!

Franks: That was research and even if it was luck it’s given him the win!

Freddy Ferdinand: “The winner of the match….. “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk!”

REGULAR RULES
Pierce Cavanaugh vs. Darkside
Written by: Justin

"Prayer of the Refugee" hits, the lights turn out. All that remains are two blue spotlights searching the stage. Finally, they come together in the middle of the stage and focus on Pierce. He has on his wrestling tights and a warm up tee, like the one that you could buy in the shop. Pierce can’t seem stand still. He jumps up and down, throws punches and heel kicks at the empty space that is before him. Jackboot calmly walks in behind him and crosses his arms, looking much like a body guard. Pierce begins to jog down to the ring leaving the spotlight and Jackboot behind him. After jogging about half way down the ramp, his pyrotechnics go off, jets along the ramp. This signals the lights to change from nothing to a flashing blue strobe light. He gets to the ring and hops up onto the apron and then does a flip using the top rope into the ring. He’s full of energy and he stands in the ring punching, jumping and kicking while waiting for his opponent. Jackboot takes his place ringside.

Quadros: If Pierce Cavanaugh would just get his crap together and stop goofing around, he might actually be good, but until then, he's just going to be the opening comedic act.

Franks: Actually, Ray, he's no longer going by Pierce. His name is now Adrenaline RUSH: A Modern Day Warrior Mean Mean Stride Today’s Tom Sawyer Mean Mean Pride.

Quadros: I'm not calling him that.

Franks: That's the difference between you and I, Ray. Because I am a professional and adhere to the unwritten rules of broadcast journalism, I am going to call him by the name he prefers.

Quadros: I'd sooner call him Easy Cheesehead.

Just then, as Pierce is posing and preening in the middle of the ring, his music is cut abruptly short and out onto the stage steps Demitre Lionheart, dressed smartly in a tailor-made three piece suit and his hair tied back in a perfect ponytail, without a single hair out of place. He's holding a microphone and he's bringing it to his lips.

Franks: What is Demitre Lionheart doing out here?

Quadros: Probably just sharing some of his awesome with the rest of us.

Franks: We're about to have an incredible match! There's no need for him to interrupt it.

Quadros: He's a member of the board! He can do whatever he wants with his show!

Demitre: Ah ah ah, Mr. Gaither. Do you think I don't know what you're up to?

In the ring, Pierce already looked pretty ticked off at the intrusion by Demitre, but he looks especially annoyed at the fact that the boardmember still doesn't know his name or at least doesn't care to refer to him by it.

Demitre: You are far too predictable. Week in and week out, your little buddy, what's his name? Jackoff, there, has gotten involved in your matches. Well this week is going to be different. You have bitten off far more than you can chew and you're not going to have your little security blanket out here to save you. I hereby announce that he is banned from ringside!

In the ring, Pierce is yelling out his protestations and Jackboot on the outside looks unsure of what to do. He wants to be loyal to his friend, but members of Hammerfist security have come out to usher him backstage to prevent him from being ringside. The whole time, Demitre just watches the proceedings with a sly grin on his face. As Jackboot passes him on the stage, he waves him bye bye, then turns his attention to Pierce, at whom he winks before heading backstage himself.

Quadros: You have to like that. Demitre came out here to make sure that order was maintained. He wanted a good, clean match between these two without any outside interference.

Franks: He wouldn't stop talking all week about how he wanted the match to be Darkside against both Adrenaline RUSH: A Modern Day Warrior Mean Mean Stride Today’s Tom Sawyer Mean Mean Pride *deep breath* and Jackboot.

Quadros: Thinking twice about that name now, aren't you?

Suddenly, the lights dim in the arena as the Violation-Tron, A spot light appears in the centre as Valentine Lionheart walks out on stage accompanied by his theme music, "Salt on Everything" By Sole, he slowly walks down to the ring, his eyes locked forward and his focus on nothing other than the match ahead, Valentine rolls under the ropes and into the ring before standing dead centre, awaiting the start of the match.

Franks: Darkside looks like he's recently been in a hell of a fight with all those wounds.

Quadros: How can you tell? He's always covered in scars.

Franks: But some of those look fresh and look like they could open up at any moment.

The ref calls for the bell and the match begins. The two of them circle each other, but Pierce being so much smaller, he's reticent to lock up in a test of strength. Instead, Pierce floats around Darkside, faking jabs here and there, trying to get the behemoth to bite. Every once a in a while, he fires a kick to the lower leg of Darkside, which elicits hardly a response from the man who is very well schooled in MMA. Pierce continues to do this, looking for any sort of real opening, but at the same time, getting a little cute with his demonstrative flitting about. Darkside looks like he's had about enough of this and lands a hellacious heart punch square on the chest of Pierce, who is caught off guard. He lets out an audible 'oomph' as he staggers back against the ropes.

Franks: This is a classic match of styles clash with Adrenaline RUSH: A Modern Day Warrior Mean Mean Stride Today’s Tom Sawyer Mean Mean Pride's speed and agility against Darkside's power and submission technique.

Quadros: Not to mention a clash of personalities. It's a goofball facing a guy who doesn't have one iota of a sense of humor in him.

Franks: Don't let the facade fool you, however, Adrenaline RUSH: A Modern Day Warrior Mean Mean Stride Today’s Tom Sawyer Mean Mean Pride can really wrestle when you get down to brass tacks.

Quadros: You really sound like an idiot saying that name.

With Pierce in a prone position, Darkside sees his opportunity to strike. He lunches forward at Pierce, but Cavanaugh is quick enough to evade the attempt to grab him by ducking out of the way and kicking Darkside in the gut with a left, then a right, and then with a turnaround back kick. This causes Darkside to stumble a bit, but fails to knock him down. Pierce acts quickly, running to the opposite side of the ring bouncing at the ropes and launching himself at Darkside, trying to catch him with a high cross body. Darkside is ready for it, however, and catches Pierce in mid-air. He steps to the middle of the ring, waits a beat, and then tosses Pierce backwards with a fallaway slam that causes Pierce to land hard on his back. He bounces off the mat and quickly clutches at the small of his back in pain.

Franks: Did you see that? He just snatched Adrenaline RUSH: A Modern Day Warrior Mean Mean Stride Today’s Tom Sawyer Mean Mean Pride right out of the air!

Quadros: It reminded me of when Danielsan caught the fly with the chopsticks in Karate Kid.

Franks: With RUSH: A Modern Day Warrior Mean Mean Stride Today’s Tom Sawyer Mean Mean...ah screw it. With Pierce playing the part of the fly.

Quadros: Ahhh...I can't believe you would besmirch your professionalism like that! Your reputation has taken a big hit!

Franks: Shut up. It's just too long a name. I'm not going to keep typing it every time I want to say his name.

Quadros: Typing it?

Franks: I mean saying it.

Quadros: What an odd mistake to make.

Darkside stalks Pierce now, waiting for him to get up and as soon as he does, he wraps his immense arms around his body and pulls him close to his, so they are face to face. He then snaps his hips and throws Pierce over his shoulders with a thunderous belly-to-belly suplex. Pierce seems to skip across the mat after Darkside lets him go. Darkside's up immediately and moves over to where Pierce is laying on the mat. Darkside climbs up the nearest corner to the second turnbuckle and hops down, driving a fist into the skull of Cavanaugh, which sends him back down to the canvas again.

Franks: Pierce is on dream street right about now.

Quadros: Makes sense. He spends his life in a dream world.

With Pierce down, he is subject to whatever punishment Darkside wants to infringe upon him. Never being one to waste an opportunity to inflict pain, Darkside gets Pierce to his feet. And then, in yet another incredible feat of strength, grabs him with both hands and lifts him clear over his head, extending them out completely. He holds this stance for a moment, enjoying the thought of Pierce teetering on the precipice of such a long fall. Before he's able to administer his trademark Gorilla press slam, however, Pierce is able to wriggle free, landing on his feet behind Darkside. He grabs the heartless one by the head and pulls him backwards, sitting out in a reverse x-factor.

Franks: Whoa! Pierce caught Darkside by surprise right there!

Quadros: Did you see the way his noggin bounced off the canvas?

Franks: I want to remind our viewers at home that there is no padding under the mat.

Quadros: That move right there could change the tide in this match.

Pierce is up in a flash and Darkside isn't too far behind him. It's enough of a difference, however, for Pierce to keep the upperhand. He hooks Darkside by the head and neck and quickly delivers a snap suplex. He holds on when he lands, turns his hips and gets the two of them up again. He delivers another lightnight quick snap suplex, letting go this time after Darksides sheer mass is enough to wear Pierce out too much to hold on for a third one. He's not done, though. He watches Darkside slowly drag himself up to his feet, but he's not there for long as Pierce charges at him and leaps in the air. He grabs onto Darkside's head and neck as he flies by and brings them down with him, driving his head into the mat with a bulldog that leaves Darkside rolling around on the canvas.

Franks: Cavanaugh is in total control here!

Quadros: Now's the time when he usually tries something stupid like trying to choke someone with silly string. Just stay on him and win the match!

Almost as if he's getting the advice directly in his ear, Pierce looks determined as ever in the ring. He comes after Darkside and flips the big man over onto his stomach. He hooks both of his legs under his arms and starts to sit down on Darkside's lower back, locking in a Boston crab. He holds on for dear life as Darkside reacts violently in pain, doing everything he can to shake loose Pierce's grip. Nothing doing, however, as Pierce has the hold on tight and is now even beginning to lean back, putting more pressure on Darkside's legs.

Quadros: Hey Carl, don't you think it's weird that it's called a Boston crab when they're known more for their clam chowder?

Franks: Seriously, how can you even talk about food while we're watching this incredibly pivotal moment in this amazing match?

Quadros: I got here late. I missed the pre-show spread and I'm starving.

Showing his inhuman tolerance for pain, Darkside begins to push his body up off of the mat, which actually puts even more pressure on his lower back and his legs, but is his only chance to break free of the move. Very slowly, he moves his hands one at a time, doing his best to inch closer and closer to the ropes. Pierce sees what he is trying to do, but he is powerless to stop it because of Darkside's size and strength. His only hope is to apply the maneuver harder to make Darkside quit before he can reach the ropes. Pierce lets out a loud yell and pulls even harder, straining every joint in Darkside's lower body to it's limit. Darkside reaches out with all his might, the ropes just a few inches out of his reach when he summons deep down inside for one last bit of strength, which allows him to lunge forward a little and get his hand on the rope. The ref sees this and tells Pierce to break the hold, which he does very slowly and reluctantly.

Franks: It's not often you see Darkside dominated like this, even for a portion of a match.

Quadros: I think it goes to show you how motivated The Artist Formerly Known As Pierce Cavanaugh is tonight.

Franks: That takes almost as long to say as Adrenaline RUSH: A Modern Day Warrior Mean Mean Stride Today’s Tom Sawyer Mean Mean Pride.

Quadros: I'll go a long way for a mere chuckle.

Franks: I think you've still got far to go.

Darkside is extremely slow to get up, trying to get the feeling back in his legs. Pierce, after being admonished by the referee for a few moments because of his slow release of the Boston crab, goes right back after him. He boots Darkside in the gut, doubling him over, priming him for a textbook European uppercut, that sents Darkside sprawling back across the ropes, looking like he needs a minute or two to catch his breath and get his wits about him. Pierce doesn't want to give him that time, however, so he moves in to administer more painful maneuvers. Darkside wants to do whatever he can to stop this, however, so he sends a feeble kick Pierce's way. Pierce is able to catch the kick, absorbing it into his side and holding onto Darkside's leg. He then takes the big man down with a beautiful dragonscrew leg whip. He goes for the pin and the ref counts 1...2...NO!!!

Franks: Kickout by Darkside!

Quadros: Demitre would've had his brother drawn and quartered if he lost right there.

Franks: And Pierce would have a stepping stone to move upward in PWA.

Quadros: He's got to stay on him now, though. If he lets up, Darkside won't hesitate to make a comeback.

Pierce doesn't heed the advice this time, as he backs down the referee, admonishing him for what he perceived as a slow count. This allows Darkside some time to recover a little bit. He's slowly getting to his feet, using the ropes to pull himself up. He's hunched over still, extremely short of breath and apparently still laden with cobwebs in his head. Little does Pierce know, however, it's half-act. Pierce goes back to continue his assault on Darkside, but the master strategist has been laying in wait for him. He strikes Pierce quickly, with a surprise uppercut palm thrust to Cavanaugh's chin, stunning him for a moment. This allows an opening for a side thrust kick, which knocks Pierce backwards.

Franks: The tide has turned again!

Quadros: If only these guys had an earpiece I could tell them what to do next through. They'd all be undefeated.

Franks: It's impossible for everyone to be undefeated.

Quadros: No it isn't. They'd all draw every match because no one could get a leg up on the other.

Franks: That sounds very entertaining. I'm sure PWA will look into that.

The two men are in the middle of the ring now, both of them exhausted and a little worse for wear from the pounding they've given each other, but neither looks ready to give up. Instead, they rely on their fighting instincts and start to trade punches back and forth. A right from Darkside elicits a right from Cavanaugh. A left from heartless one brings back a left from the Adrenaline Rush. A brawl favors Darkside, however, for his formidible size and strength cause him to land harder blows and absorb better. He gets the upperhand now and is wailing away on Pierce, forcing him back against the ropes. Darkside grabs Pierce by the arm and whips him across the ring to the other side. He catapults off of the ropes and comes back at Darkside, who bends down, looking to deliver a back body drop. Pierce, in a last ditch effort to turn things around again, floats over Darkside, somersaulting and landing on his back behind him. He holds onto Darkside's legs and tries to bring him down backwards to get the pin after the sunset flip.

Franks: Pierce might have changed the momentum yet again!

Quadros: If he gets Darkside down, he could score the quick pin like this!

Darkside teeters a bit, trying to catch his balance, but Pierce pulls with such force that Darkside can't keep from falling backwards. Pierce rolls through and holds the pin. The ref begins to count 1...2...Shoulder up! Not only is the shoulder up, but he's able to wrap his legs around Pierce's head while pulling his arm through. He's got him locked in a triangle choke!

Franks: Bermuda Triangle!

Quadros: This isn't good for Pierce. When people go into the Bermuda Triangle, they're never heard from again.

The referee sees the hold and asks Pierce if he wants to submit. He yells out an emphatic no, trying to escape. Darkside has it gripped in pretty tightly, though, and you can see Pierce's movements starting to slow down as he starts to fade. He keeps fighting as much as he can, shaking off the referee every time he's asked if he wants to quit. Darkside, for his part, looks extremely shocked that Pierce hasn't tapped out yet, but it only motivates him to yank harder on the move. The referee asks Pierce one more time if he wants out and receives no answer. The ref looks in and sees that Cavanaugh seems to have lost consciousness. He grabs Pierce's one free arm and lifts it up. It falls to the ground.

Franks: One!

He takes the hand again, raising it up and lets it go. Again, it drops.

Franks: Two!

Quadros: One more and he's done!

The ref follows the routine one last time. Everyone in the arena doesn't know whether this is the time the adrenaline pumps through Pierce's veins to spur him to get free of the hold, but alas, it is not. The arm falls for the third time and the referee calls for the bell, signaling Darkside as the winner.

Quadros: I don't believe it!

Franks: You didn't think Darkside would win?

Quadros: No, not that. I didn't think Cavanaugh had that kind of determination in him. I thought he would submit.

Franks: His desire was compelling to fight more, but his body just would not cooperate, so it shut down and Darkside has won the match as a result.

Quadros: I've always said, there's nothing more dangerous than a Lionheart on a losing streak and Pierce just found that out the hard way.

FOR YOUR OWN GOOD
Written by: Dysfunction

The scene fades in with Ashton Crowley and Tony Field in the Dysfunction locker room. Crowley is holding a case of Slim Fast, while Field is kicked back, enjoying a cold one as the two are watching a replay of last week’s Violation show; more specifically, Va’aiga’s match against Captain Howdy.

Tony Field: Christ Ash. Look at the ring sag when Va’aiga hits the mat there. We’re doing him a service by giving this to him.

Crowley looks at the Slim Fast, then back to the match.

Ashton Crowley: You ain’t kiddin’ man. Vagina definitely needs to lose some weight. I mean look at those man-titties fly!

Field: Va’aiga.

Crowley: Whatever. The point is that he’s one fat sonuvabitch. He’s liable to have a heart attack in the ring. I mean, this is an insurance liability for Premiere Wrestling if I’ve ever seen one.

Field: You know…You should leave him a little note. Just to let him know that we’re worried about how fat he’s getting.

Crowley: You know what? You’re right. We don’t want him to think that we’re just doin’ this out of mean spirits. It’s for his own good.

Crowley looks around for a second, finally spotting a pad of paper and tossing it down in front of him.

Crowley: Alright. How should I start it?

Leaning forward, he begins to write.

Crowley: Dear….Viagra…

Field: Va’aiga.

Crowley: Whatever.

Crowley continues to dictate as he writes.

Crowley: We have been growing increasingly concerned with your current weight…Wait, no…Scratch that. We have been growing increasingly concerned about how much room your fat ass takes up on an airplane…Too much?

Field: He might take that the wrong way.

Crowley: True. What about this. Dear Vagina…

Field: Va’aiga.

Crowley: Whatever. Dear Vagina…You’re fat. As concerned citizens, we’ve grown more and more concerned about the width of your ass and the potential ramifications it may have for the PWA travel budget should you need to purchase additional seats. In these tough economic times, everyone must cut back; this includes you and your immeasurable love for snack foods including, but not limited to: brownies, twinkies, Ho-Hos, cookies and doughnuts. Due to the economic times and the fact that your tubby ass has grown disproportionately to the economic growth of both this company and the world, it is our responsibility as tax-paying citizens to offer you a solution to your weight problem. Signed...Your Friends…Dysfunction.

Field looked at Crowley with a smirk on his face.

Field: Perfect. Now, we just have to deliver it.

Crowley taped the note to the top of the box of Slim Fast and the two pushed themselves out of their seats.

Crowley: D’ya know where his locker room is?

Field: Yep. It’s down by the snack table.

Crowley lets out a brief chuckle.

Crowley: Ironic. Let’s go.

With that, they leave the locker room to go deliver their heartfelt gift to Va’aiga.

I QUIT CAGE MATCH
Wren Chesney vs. Samantha Teague-Gaither
Written by: John & Neil

*A group of EMT’s assemble near the timekeeper’s table; meanwhile, a 20-foot high steel cage surrounds the ring as we cut to the announcers’ booth.*

CARL: Well ladies and gentlemen it is time for a match that has been in the making for several months now. It’s the battle of the PWA Co-Commissioners, and we have PWA Tonight’s own Max Porter with us here. So Max, how did this particular match come to fruition in the first place?

MAX: You have to understand that this was a battle that we KNEW was going to have to take place, but we just didn’t know WHEN it was going to happen. At a PWA Board of Directors meeting recently, Wren Chesney and Samantha Gaither started trading verbal jabs back-and-forth until things got physical—really physical. Then last week, Wren bounds and gags Samantha’s husband Jack and nearly succeeds in shaving the head of “The Golden Eagle,” but Gil Silver busted that party up and set this match into motion.

RAY: Samantha got herself into this match to begin with.

MAX: That’s your opinion Ray, but the fact of the matter is that in this match, there will be no pinfalls and essentially no rules. The only way to win this match guys, you have to force your opponent to say “I quit” on the microphone, and here’s the kicker: it’s all going to be held inside a twenty-foot high steel cage.

RAY: Poor Wren.

CARL: I’m pretty sure that a lot of fans around the world are anxious enough to see whether Wren Chesney will get her just desserts.

RAY: I think Samantha will be getting a taste of what the “real” Wren Chesney is all about.

MAX: Personally, I do not expect very many wrestling maneuvers to be used by either side here, but the winner of this match will apparently get the first choice of which PWA television program that she will oversee.

*The crowd quiets down as we now hear the bell.*

(DING…DING…DING!)

FREDDY: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a steel cage match! The only way to win this match is to force your opponent to say the words “I QUIT!” on the microphone! The referee for this contest: “Honest” Abe Sanders!

*”Honest Abe” gets a mixed reaction as “Head Like a Hole” by Nine Inch Nails begins to play, and the crowd’s reaction immediately shifts to boos and whistles. Board of Director’s member Wren Chesney steps out from the back wearing all-black wrestling gear. Unlike any other time we’ve seen her over the past year she has a smile etched over her face, because she knows that in her mind that she will do anything in her power to make her opponent say “I quit.”*

FREDDY: Introducing first, she is a member of the PWA Board of Directors as well as Co-Commissioner: WREN CHESNEY!!

*Wren soaks in the boos as she saunters her way inside the steel cage, confident that she will force her opponent to say the two most hated words in this industry.*

RAY: Boy, Wren is confident tonight!

MAX: I agree Ray. Wren Chesney is a confident woman right now, but will her confidence fade away as she waits for her opponent?

RAY: Probably not.

CARL: To try and explain the many sins that Wren Chesney has committed over the past few months would be very hard to do. She might have that confident look on her face, but it’s only a matter of time before Samantha enters the ring and all hell will break loose from there.

RAY: Say it now: Once Samantha’s music hits, this crowd inside Ullevaal Stadion is gonna go nuts.

FREDDY: And now…her opponent!

*The crowd immediately settles down as if on cue.*

"God works in mysterious ways..."

*Every single man, woman, and child inside the Ullevaal Stadion leaps to its feet in unbridled joy. Jack “The Golden Eagle” Gaither stands on the stage next to two familiar names in the music industry—legendary guitarist Jimmy Page of Led Zeppelin fame and drummer Roger Taylor from Queen!*

RAY: What the hell!?!

CARL: My God—that’s Jimmy Page and Roger Taylor!

MAX: I think Mr. Gaither is about to serenade his lovely wife Samantha to the ring.

RAY: NO WAY!

*As if on a cue, Page begins playing the famous guitar solo from Led Zeppelin’s classic anthem “Whole Lotta Love” as Taylor begins firing away on the drums. Meanwhile, Jack—who has a bit of classic rock knowledge in him—begins the first stanza.*

JACK:
You need coolin',
Baby I'm not foolin'.
I'm gonna send ya,
Back to schoolin'.
A-way down inside,
A-honey you need it.
I'm gonna give you my love,
I'm gonna give you my love. Ohh.
Wanna whole lotta love.
Wanna whole lotta love.
Wanna whole lotta love.
Wanna whole lotta love.

*Confetti goes off all around Ullevaal Stadion as Samantha Gaither makes her way to the stage and into the steel cage. Tonight, she is clad in blue and green wrestling apparel while waving a large flag with the Union Jack on one side and the Flag of Norway on the other side, which elicits a loud roar from the flag-waving Norwegian fans in attendance. Samantha positions her flag next to the announcers’ table and enters the steel cage.*

JACK:
You've been coolin',
An' baby I've been droolin'.
All the good times, baby
I've been misusin'.
A-way, way down inside,
I'm gonna give ya my love,
I'm gonna give ya every inch of my love,
I'm gonna give ya my love.
Hey!
Alright! Let's go!
Wanna whole lotta love.
Wanna whole lotta love.
Wanna whole lotta love.
Wanna whole lotta love!

*The music comes to a fever pitch before the “band” stops playing. The crowd roars with approval as “Honest” Abe Sanders gives Wren and Samantha some final instructions—like he needs to anyway since there are no rules to begin with. Wren and Samantha begin to trash-talk one another; colorful insults like “I’m gonna fuck you up, whore!” and “Fuck you, bitch!” are traded between the two Co-Commissioners.*

CARL: Oh man, this is about ready to explode!

*On cue, Wren and Samantha begin trading punches as Abe Sanders calls for the bell!*

(DING!)

RAY: Game on!

MAX: Here we go with the Battle of the Co-Commissioners!

*Wren and Samantha trade some more punches before Ms. Chesney gets the first move in, an arm-drag takedown into an armbar. Samantha, who has learned basic wrestling counters from her husband, immediately fights her way out of the armbar with some elbows to the gut of Ms. Chesney before kicking her opponent flush in the jaw—knocking her down in the process. Instead of grabbing the microphone that sits just below the ring ropes, Samantha assumes a mounted position and starts firing away, beating the shit out of Wren with a series of lefts and rights. As the British native begins using closed fists, Wren starts raking at Samantha’s eyes with her nails—which effectively breaks the momentum. Now Wren assumes a mounted position and begins to choke the living crap out of Samantha; “YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A FUCKING WHORE!” screams Wren as the Co-Commissioner continues to try and choke out her rival. “Honest Abe” realizes that he’s in a bad way; he can’t disqualify anyone for anything, and Wren now proceeds to use her long fingernails to scratch the face of the London-born hairstylist, whose face begins to turn red. Suddenly, Wren grabs the microphone and forces it into Samantha’s face, which is showing signs of bleeding early on.*

WREN: SAY IT, BITCH!

SAMANTHA: FUCK YOU WREN—HELL NO!!

*This response only angers Wren Chesney to the point where she now begins to take the microphone and hit Samantha over the head with it numerous times!*

MAX: Wren is hitting Samantha on the head with that microphone!

RAY: It was only a matter of time.

CARL: I KNEW this match was gonna turn ugly!

*Wren goes for another microphone shot to Samantha’s cranium, but the British native simply flings her opponent off before seizing the momentum. Samantha stalks her opponent into the corner and throws a series of lefts, rights, kicks, and stomps for good measure. Wren slumps into the corner, but Samantha is letting her opponent have any breathing room. Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Punch! Punch! Punch! Samantha continues to methodically beat the shit out of her opponent before picking her up. The London native sends Wren Chesney for the ride—and RIGHT INTO THE STEEL CAGE! Wren bounces off the cage face-first and hits the deck hard; Samantha won’t let her rival have any sort of rest breaks whatsoever as she picks Wren up, takes her to the side of the cage, and GRATES HER FACE AGAINST THE STEEL LIKE A CHEESE GRATER—over and over, back and forth! We now see a battered Wren Chesney on the canvas with her face now starting to look like raw hamburger meat from McDonald’s! Samantha, bloodied herself, takes the microphone that’s positioned in the corner and goes over to Wren.*

SAMANTHA: WHAT DO YOU SAY, WHORE!? SAY IT!!

WREN: FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

*Just like what Wren did to Samantha earlier, Samantha now proceeds to beat the shit out of her opponent with the microphone repeatedly. Wren rakes the London native in the eyes, which causes Samantha to drop the microphone. Wren takes the head of Samantha and grates it across the side of the steel cage; now BOTH LADIES find themselves wearing crimson masks as they struggle to continue fighting tooth and nail!*

CARL: Hide the kids—both women are busted open and still going at each other!

MAX: It’s going to take a helluva lot more for one of these women to grab the microphone and force her opponent to say “I quit!”

*The crowd begins to buzz as DEMITRE LIONHEART runs down the aisle carrying a tin box in his left hand.*

RAY: Here comes the cavalry!

CARL: Oh no! Demitre is here; what the hell is this!?

*Demitre looks at Wren and Samantha fighting in the cage for a moment before tossing the tin box OVER THE SIDE OF THE CAGE AND INTO THE RING! The box clears the top of the cage with ease, and Wren picks it up and smacks it over the head of Samantha, knocking the Englishwoman out cold. Just as the action inside the cage is about to get hotter by the second, the crowd comes alive now as the cameras catch Demitre, Jack Gaither, and Jewel Palacios fighting on the stage area! Jewel kicks Demitre in the groin, then Jack takes Roger Taylor’s drum set and smashes it over Demitre’s head before sending him flying 15 feet off stage!*

RAY: HEY! THAT WAS ROGER TAYLOR’S DRUM SET!

CARL: That will teach that scumbag Demitre Lionheart that interfering in a cage match will come with a heavy price!

*Jack and Jewel stand on the stage with concerned looks on their faces for Samantha. Meanwhile, back inside the steel cage, Wren sees the tin box, gets to her feet, and cold-cocks “Honest” Abe Sanders in the head with it! The former AWG Senior Official and newest PWA referee hits the canvas hard and is knocked unconscious. The fans whistle vehemently as the evil PWA Co-Commissioner opens up the box to reveal…AN ELECTRIC RAZOR AND A PAIR OF HANDCUFFS!*

CARL: Oh man! Wren Chesney has a pair of handcuffs and an electric razor!

MAX: This is what started this whole confrontation guys!

RAY: HAHAHAHA!!!! SAMANTHA’S ABOUT TO GET A HAIRCUT!

*Wren takes Samantha’s right arm and handcuffs it to the ring rope; Samantha struggles to get free but she is tied helplessly to the bottom rope. “Honest Abe” is still out cold as Ms. Chesney grabs the electric razor and turns it on. Fans pelt the ringside area with garbage as the sinister PWA Co-Commissioner stalks a helpless Samantha Gaither with the electric razor in hand. An enraged Ms. Chesney—now sporting a shit-eating grin on her face—takes the former hairstylist by the head AND PROCEEDS TO SHAVE A LINE DOWN THE CENTER OF HER HAIR!*

CARL: OH NO!

RAY: OH YES! YES! YES!

MAX: This is bad fans! Wren Chesney is SHAVING THE HEAD OF HER CO-WORKER SAMANTHA GAITHER!!

CARL: Ray’s acting orgasmic, and Samantha’s getting her head shaved!? This is not right dammit!

*Wren continues to shave Samantha’s head. Strands of the London native’s hair go flying as Wren continues her dirty work. Meanwhile on the stage, Jack motions for Jewel to go backstage and get something. A few seconds later, Jewel emerges from backstage with JACK’S PERSONAL BAG FULL OF GOODIES! Together, Jack and Jewel make their way to the ring with the goody bag in possession!*

RAY: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?!

CARL: Rules don’t matter anymore—this has gotten personal!

MAX: I can’t wait to see what Jack’s got in that bag!

*Jack and Jewel head towards the side of the cage, where they can only watch a gleeful Wren Chesney finish shaving the head of Samantha Gaither. Once the London native’s head is nice and bald, Wren proceeds to take the electric razor and smack the shit out of her opponent with it! Just then, a recovered “Honest Abe” grabs the scheming Wren from behind, picks her up, and KNOCKS HER UNCONSCIOUS WITH A PILEDRIVER! This move sends the crowd into a huge frenzy!!*

RAY: THAT SON OF A FUCKING BITCH!!

MAX: WHAT A SHOT BY THAT REFEREE!

CARL: YES! YES! PAYBACK’S A BITCH—WREN CHESNEY JUST GOT HER JUST DESSERTS!!

*”Honest Abe” looks at the two former colleagues from the old guard standing outside the cage and nods at them before proclaiming to them “She’s all yours.” Suddenly, Jack and Jewel HEAVE THE BAG OF GOODIES INTO THE RING—WITH EASE! Meanwhile, “Honest Abe” grabs the key to the handcuffs and unties Samantha to the ring ropes; the former AWG official informs Samantha of the damage caused by her opponent, which she can only nod in disbelief. Samantha spots what was left of her flowing black hair on the canvas as well as Jack’s personal bag of goodies. She slowly—and methodically—gets back up and dives into the bag of goodies. The crowd goes apeshit as she manages to pull out an old staple from past matches that turned violent: THE BUTCHER’S TRADEMARK PINK VIBRATOR!!*

MAX: That’s—

CARL: THAT’S THE BUTCHER’S PINK VIBRATOR!!

RAY: WHERE THE HELL DID SAMANTHA GET THAT!?!

*Just then, Jewel grabs Ray by the scruff of his neck and begins to speak to him in a threatening manner!*

JEWEL: I don’t know you personally, but I think that you are the worst MOTHERFUCKING COMMENTATOR on the face of this FUCKING planet! Nikki gave me and Jack that pink vibrator so that we can give it to Sam to use against your “girlfriend” you PIECE OF SHIT!

*Jewel bitch-slaps Ray for shits and giggles before slamming him back into his chair.*

CARL: Jewel just told you off Ray!

RAY: Just shut your fucking hole you fat fuck.

MAX: GENTLEMEN—SHOW A LITTLE DECORUM!!

CARL: Whatever. Judging by the look on Samantha’s face, she is ready to go to war!

*Indeed, Samantha eyes Wren with a look of disdain on her face as she approaches with the pink vibrator in hand. Samantha then proceeds to beat the living shit of her opponent with the pink vibrator before throwing it off to the side; the British native grabs the microphone and begins to choke the hell out of Wren!*

SAMANTHA: SAY IT WHORE!!

WREN: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gaither takes Wren by the hair and rams her face into the canvass. Microphone shot to the face by STG! THUMP! Another shot! THUMP! Another! Another! Another! THUMP!! Wren Chesney looks to be a beaten woman as the blood runs down her face. Samantha Teague-Gaither rubs her nearly bald head and curb stomps Wren Chesney for good measure! She sticks the microphone into Wren’s face…

Samantha: Say it!

Wren replies by spitting in the direction of Samantha Teague-Gaither. Jack yells out hey after that disrespectful move. Samantha regains control as she pulls up Wren by the head and spears her back into a corner! STG unleashes a nasty knife-edge chop! WHOOOO! Another! WHOOOO! Another! WHOOOO! Wren Chesney walks away as her neck starts to turn red. Ouch! Double handed hair pull takedown from behind by Gaither!

Franks: Samantha is going back into that bag of goodies!

Porter: Have anything insightful to say, Ray?

Quadros: Not at this time.

Ray Quadros meekly cowers as Jewel Palacios stares him down. Samantha pulls out a DVD set of Jack Gaither’s classic matches! $17.95 each! She waits for Wren to get up and BLASTS one into her face!

Franks: Wren just ate a whole lot of Jack Gaither!

The crowd pops for Samantha Teague-Gaither as she remains in control. She pulls up Wren by the head again and whips her towards the ropes. She collects Wren with a Spinebuster…NO! Wren Chesney with a stunning reversal! Samantha gets DDTed onto her husband’s DVDs! Jack can’t believe it!

Quadros: Go Wren!

Chesney clutches her neck for a moment and stares daggers into Referee Abe Sanders. He yells out that if she touches him he’ll disqualify her! She kicks him in the crotch anyway! Down to his knees goes Referee Sanders! She taunts him down on his knees and slaps him across the face! She kicks the referee in the chest and he falls backwards!

Porter: I guess you shouldn’t mess with the boss guys.

Quadros: You’re damn right! She’s made this company what it is!

Franks: I’m going to have to dispute that, Ray.

Wren Chesney picks up the microphone and stares down Referee Sanders. She wants to know if HE gives up?

Wren: Bend to my will, asshole! Bend to MY will!!

No response from Referee Abe Sanders as she kicks him while he’s down. The crowd responds for him by BOOING! Then they POP! Samantha Teague-Gaither collects Wren from behind with a bulldog into the mat! Jack Gaither pumps a fist! Wren starts to get up…dropsault right on her chin by STG!! Wren falls back against the cage! Gaither collects her and whips her across the ring! Off comes Wren right into a drop toe hold! Oh she eats the canvass! Samantha rolls over on top and applies a Crossface! The crowd pops!

Franks: This could be it!

Porter: One of the most devastating submission holds in all of wrestling, guys.

Quadros: Hold on, Wren!

Wren’s screams can be heard over the crowd as Samantha yells to QUIT!! Does she quit? “Quit! Quit! Quit!” yells the Norway crowd! NO! Wren Chesney won’t quit! Gaither releases the hold and drops a double foot stomp to the back of her opponent’s head! Wren rolls around holding her face while Samantha-Teague Gaither goes back to the bag of goodies. She pulls out a sack and opens it up all over the ring!

Franks: Oh God! Thumb tacks!

Porter: I hope you weren’t looking for anything technical, Carl.

Quadros: Don’t you ruin Wren’s good looks!

Samantha rubs her bald head in anger and pulls up Wren Chesney. Old fashioned body slam onto the thumb tacks! Wren screams in pain as she arcs her spine, showing off all the thumb tacks sticking in her back! Samantha runs towards the ropes and comes off with a dropping head butt for good measure!

Samantha: Do you quit, bitch?!

Wren: NO! NEVER!!

THUMP! Another microphone shot to Wren’s head as the crowd pops once again. Let’s see, what else is in that bag? Hmm, STG searches and pulls out a STAPLE GUN! Whoo! She stalks Wren and waits for her to get up. She takes the Co-Commissioner by the hair and…STAPLE! OH! Wren Chesney convulses on the thumb tack covered mat!

Franks: God damn! I don’t think Wren deserved that!…Wait, yeah she did!

Porter: This isn’t good.

Quadros: No! She’ll never look the same!

Chesney continues to convulse on the mat as she tries to pull the staple out of her head. Samantha Teague-Gaither reaches into the bag again and pulls out a pen and pad of paper. She starts writing something on the paper in big letters before walking over to Wren again with the staple gun. STAPLE!! OH! Another staple to the face of Wren Chesney! This time there is a message stuck to her face!

Quadros: That’s uncalled for!

Porter: Sl…sl…slu…you say it, Carl.

Franks: Her face says ‘SLUT’ on it!

Jack Gaither and Jewel Palacios laugh it up and high five while Samantha blows them both a kiss. “Slut! Slut! Slut!” Leg drop by Gaither across the throat of Chesney! She gets the microphone….

Samantha: Do you quit?!

Wren: Go to Hell!

THUMP! One more microphone shot to the face for good measure! Samantha-Teague Gaither pulls up the slut faced Wren Chesney and sets her up for the Samba Slam!! NO! Wren breaks free and falls onto her feet! She rips the paper off her face and whips Gaither to the ropes! NO! Reversed by Gaither! Off comes Wren…springboard body splash by Chesney off the ropes!

Franks: What an acrobatic move by Wren Chesney!

Wren Chesney picks up the microphone and starts to address the crowd in a fit!

Wren: Shut your FUCKING mouths! I am the Commissioner of this company! I am a Board of Director! Without me this company would not exist! I demand respect NOW!!

The crowd kicks up…”Fuck you, Wren! Fuck you, Wren! Fuck you, Wren!”

Wren: No! FUCK all of you! I will rape! I will pillage! I will fucking slaughter this country before I leave! You will respect me!

Samantha Gaither regains her composure while Wren is having a hissy fit. Gaither grabs Wren by the pants from behind and yanks them down! The crowd roars as Wren tries to cover her see-through underwear!

Franks: I didn’t need to see that…

Quadros: That was unnecessary.

Porter: This is supposed to be a wrestling event, not Wild-On Norway!

Pulling her pants back up, Wren Chesney leaves herself wide open for….SAMBA SLAM!! Oh! The Samba Slam onto the thumb tacks! Wren screams in pain as this looks to be over! Jack Gaither yells out I love you to Samantha! She picks up the microphone…

Samantha: Do you quit now, bitch?

Wren: …now…do it…now!

Franks: Huh?

Quadros: She didn’t quit! Those are the rules, right Max?

Porter: She must say she quits for this to be over.

Samantha Teague-Gaither shrugs her shoulders and THUMPS the microphone back into Wren’s face! She’s had about enough of this bullshit and pulls Wren Chesney up for the end. She whips the battered, beaten, and bloody Wren Chesney towards the ropes. Revered by Chesney and Samantha runs right into the cage wall….

ZAP!!

BOOOOOOM!!

OH!! The cage was SUDDENLY ELECTRIFIED without warning! Samantha Teague-Gaither pops off the cage and collapses to the canvass as a puff of smoke flies into the air!

Franks: My God! Somebody electrified the cage!

Porter: It was a set-up!

Quadros: Ah ha ha! Never go into a match without a plan!

Wren Chesney gets to a knee with a sick grin on her face. That fucking bitch! She picks up the microphone with a smile and approaches Samantha who is rolling around in immense pain. Jack Gaither looks like he’s going to climb into the cage.

Wren: I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Jackie-boy! Not unless you want 10,000-volts cooking your insides like this bitch!

Jack Gaither starts swearing up and down, making threats as he can’t climb into the ring. Wren grabs Samantha by the newly shaved head.

Wren: Well what do you say, Gaither? Had enough? Do you QUIT?!

Samantha: …………NO!

The crowd pops with a loud cheer as Wren Chesney looks like she’s going to go bonkers! Wren hops onto Gaither’s shoulders and sinks her legs tightly around Samantha-Teague Gaither’s neck! Wren pulls her in close to her you know what and twists with her legs as she tries to snap Gaither’s neck with her thighs!

Quadros: Eat My…EMS!! EMS!!

Franks: That’s just sick!

Porter: I didn’t know you could use one of those like that!

Samantha Teague-Gaither’s face starts to turn red as she’s suffocating in this position! Wren rocks her legs back and forth, sinking the submission in deeper! Come on Gaither! Fight it! Don’t give up! Wren Chesney violently rocks to the left one more time, making Samantha’s body go limp!

Franks: Oh God she might have snapped Mrs. Gaither’s neck!

Quadros: I’ve seen Chuck Norris do that before with his arms. But Wren is better. She did it with her powerful legs!

Porter: I think it’s time I find a different promotion to work for.

Wren unmercifully rocks back and forth with the EMS leg submission that has clearly knocked Gaither out cold. Referee Abe Sanders pulls himself up off the mat and regretfully calls for the bell! DING! DING! DING!

Ferdinand: And here is your winner….WREN CHESSSNEY!!

“Head Like a Hole” begins to play once again as the crowd erupts into boos! Wren releases her EMS leg submission and raises her arms in victory. Jack Gaither looks on with concern but can’t get into the ring. Wren Chesney laughs at his helpless expression. She then grabs onto the cage herself and doesn’t get blown away!

Franks: Damn it! She lied!

Quadros: I love you, Wren!

Jack Gaither starts to climb to the top of the cage now and hops into the ring. Wren Chesney quickly hops out the door while trash starts to be thrown her way. Jack checks on his wife while Referee Sanders calls for some medical help. Wren Chesney laughs hysterically through her bloody face while Jewel Palacios cracks her knuckles. Jewel looks like she’s going to slug Wren a good one but that’s when Hammerfist Security appears out of no where and forms a wall, protecting Wren. Mrs. Chesney blows a kiss at Jewel and disappears backstage.

KICK THE CAN
Written by: Will

Backstage, The Maori Badass is WALKING. Stopping outside his locker room door, The Maori Badass reaches down to look at the case of Slim Fast and the note that his opponent for tonight, Ashton Crowley has left. Taking a few deep breaths, Va'aiga offers a concise response for the camera by KICKING THE CASE DOWN THE HALLWAY. High carb milkshake flies around the back corridors of the Norwegian arena as The Maori's rage leads him to grab a chair and begin slamming the hard steel against the walls in an outpouring of uncontrolled fury and righteous anger. Spotting a camera filming his outburst, Va'aiga approaches it and begins screaming down the camera lens.

“ASHTON CROWLEY! TAUTAU! KAINGA TOEGA! WHAKANGA TUTAE! CROWLEY YOU JUST CROSSED THE FINAL LINE! YOU'RE DEAD CROWLEY! CROWLEY E MATE! CROWLEY E MAAAAATEEEEEEH!"

With that The Maori storms off towards the ring for his match, with a look of pure malice in his eyes.

REGULAR RULES
Va'aiga vs. Ashton Crowley
Written by: Bailey

Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall, coming to the ring, standing at six feet and six inches, and weighing in at two-hundred and fifty six pounds!…ASHTON!!! CROWLEY!!!

The lights to the arena go out and "If You Could See Into My Soul" by Silverstein begins to play. Sparks shower down from above and shoot out from the entrance ramp as Ashton Crowley walks out amidst them. Crowley walks down the ramp, sneering at the fans jeering him as he walks by. Halfway down the ramp, he stops and shoots his hands in the air to a massive explosion behind him as the pyros all launch flames from them. He continues to the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope and paces, taunting the crowd arrogantly as he does.

Ferdinand: His opponent, residing in Sunnydale, California, standing at six feet and eight inches, weighing in at three-hundred and fifty pounds…THE MAORI BADASS! VA’AIGA!!

The arena lights dim, the entranceway fills with smoke and the spotlights home in on the entrance gate. The loud shouts of Samoan gangsta rappers Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. fill the arena with a familiar battle cry

Boo-Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa (HA!)
Boo-Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa (HA!)
Boo-Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa (HA!)
Boo-Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa Yaa. (BOO-YAA!)

And Va'aiga walks out into the entrance gate, decked out in one of his familiar red and black entrance robes. As "All Mighty Boo Yaa" continues, Va'aiga throws the Boo-Yah Combination in time with the music.

West Coast LUV!
Play y'all HUH!
Comin' thru YAA!
BOO-YAA!

*BOOOOM!"

Pyro fires off in the entrance gate, behind The Maori as Va'aiga finishes the combination by throwing the Shaka sign, tilting his head back and throwing the hood of his robe back with the action, revealing his heavily tattooed face. Va'aiga walks down to ringside slowly, handing his robe to an attendant before stepping into the ring, climbing one of the corners and staring out into the crowd, throwing the Shaka Sign again (in California Va'aiga throws a crossed Shaka sign and West Coast W).

Franks: Both men brought their game faces tonight, you can feel the animosity these two have for each other over here at the announcer’s table!

Crowley waits patiently for Va’aiga’s music to stop and the bell rings. Both men pace to the centre of the ring. The referee starts to shout inaudible commands to the wrestlers about the rules of the match. Neither man seems to pay much attention instead focusing intently on the other with a stare that would fear into the heart of any mortal man.

Quadros: Look at that! Va’aiga’s going to go cross-eyed to win the staring competition! Oldest trick in the book!

Neither man gives an inch in the showdown, Va’aiga can be seen visibly huffing and almost snorting with intensity. Crowley cracks a slight smile that is taunting in it’s nature as he feels he has gotten under the skin of his opponent.

Franks: They’re psyching themselves up for a war out there…HERE IT COMES!!

Crowley breaks the stare-down with a stiff right overhand punch, Va’aiga responds in kind and the two men start to brawl trading lefts and rights ,each no-selling each others strikes.

Quadros: This could go on forever. It’s like watching two bums fighting over the last bottle of white cider outside a 7-11!

Franks: Ray, this is two men giving it their all in order to boost their standing in the company!

Crowley gets a bit of momentum, overhand, left overhand, right overhand, and still Va’aiga stands there. The Maori replies with his own trio of overhands and nothing moves.

Franks: Both these men have similar styles with Va’aiga looking at high-impact moves and Crowley slightly more agile and methodical in his approach. This could be an extremely even bout!

They move to kicks as each man takes turns in delivering stiff looking kicks to the calves of their opponents. Each kick is met with no movement, no sign of pain but both men let out guttural screams as they deliver their kicks. They both see that this is a dead end to pursue.

Franks: These two men aren’t giving an inch, it’s almost becoming a matter of pride . A game of chicken if you will…

Quadros: About as sensible as one…

The two men return back to their stare-down and this time Va’aiga takes the lead, he delivers a jab to the body and an uppercut and Crowley laughs at him. The camera shows the Maori looking enraged. He leans back and hit’s a massive head butt that sends Crowley reeling.

Va’aiga: "WHAT'S MY NAAAAAME?!"

Franks: In the lead up to this match folks Crowley made the mistake of messing up Va’aiga’s name. If anything that’s just going to fire up the Maori warrior to come in stronger and harder than he would before.

Quadros: He’s got under the Kiwi’s skin!

Crowley shakes it off but no longer wears the cocky smile he had on before. He puts his hand in the air and wiggles the international finger wiggle for ‘Test Of Strength’. Va’aiga looks to the crowd for direction and they cheer approvingly. He tentatively locks one hand up and again looks to the crowd who voice their approval once more. He goes to lock up but Crowley uses the locked hand to whip Va’aiga into a knee to the gut and locks on a side-headlock.

Franks: Interesting tactic displayed here by Crowley, he is more agile than his opponent but is looking to grind him down.

Quadros: It’s too early to tell what he’s going for but this could be a hell of an opening gambit!

Crowley watches the crowd fall silent as he puts on this archaic hold. The camera zooms in on Va’aiga who’s face still wears the mask of concentration it’s held from when he came out for his entrance. He tries to shove Crowley off but he stands firm. He tries again with the same result.

Franks: Va’aiga is losing his concentration and getting frustrated. He could be playing right into Ashton’s hands.

Crowley wrenches on the hold, leaning his weight on the top of Va’aiga’s body. The Maori has switched plans and aims some elbows to the ribs of Crowley who again no-sells it. Va’aiga drops to one knee as the smile of Crowley comes back to his face.

Quadros: How great would it be if the big,bad tribal warrior falls victim to a side-headlock? The last match won by a side-headlock had a run-in from Jesus as he crossed the Red Sea!

The crowd grow louder in cheering on their Southern-Hemisphere Hero.

Crowd: VA’AIGA!VA’AIGA!VA’AIGA!VA’AIGA!VA’AIGA!VA’AIGA!VA’AIGA!

Franks: Knock him all you want but the fans here in Scandinavia love themselves a piece of Va’aiga!

A drum beat accompanies the chant with the fans at the front beating on the guard rails. Va’aiga goes to raise his fallen leg but Crowley places pressure with his foot behind the Maori’s knee to pin him to the floor.

Quadros: Smart move from Crowley there, outsmarting the savage like that!

Va’aiga tries again to get up, this time running on a nitro boost of adrenaline from the disrespect from his opponent and the cheers of the crowd. He gets his fallen leg back up and is back to a standing base. He lifts up Crowley to look for a back-suplex but Crowley sucker-punching him in the eye and keeps the hold locked in. As he lands Va’aiga pushes him to the ropes this time catching him off guard. He comes off the ropes but ducks a back elbow and comes back with a clothesline attempt but this time it is Va’aiga who shows no effect from it. He screams as it connects.

Franks: Poor scouting by Crowley, when a man throws a lariat don’t hit a clothesline!

Still standing and in no obvious pain he proceeds to encroach upon Crowley’s space. He hit’s a barrage of forearms to the head of Crowley sending him back each time. He hit’s a final one and Crowley staggers back a few feet. Va’aiga sees his chance and looks for the rugby tackle but Crowley takes him down with a DDT. He goes for a quick cover.

Quadros: Love the opportunism! It’s moves like this that can pay off!

ONE…

T…KICKOUT!

Franks: Va’aiga is far from down!

Crowley stays on his man delivering kicks to the head and neck of Va’aiga. He locks in a front-facelock. He starts to deliver knees to the body of the Maori and carries on trying to wear down his opponent and weaken his neck.

Franks: Again we see Crowley trying to grind down the bigger man. It looks like he’s softening him up for later.

Quadros: For sure, the Blackout will be much more effective if he can keep focusing on that neck.

He releases the hold and drops an elbow to the neck of his opponent. He starts to crow to the camera.

Crowley: Not so loud now is he!

Franks: Is that a wise move?

Quadros: That’s working on his conditioning right there, preserving energy!

Va’aiga gets up and Crowley tries to level him with punches but Va’aiga comes back with his own. Chant along with me... left jab (ONE!), left jab (TWO!), left jab (THREE!), Kiss The Fist (oooooooooAAAAAA....), big right hook (BOO-YAH!)

Franks: I suppose he’s conserving energy right now by laying on his back!

Quadros: Cheap shot by Va’aiga! Ref! Check your life out!

Crowley is left on the floor. Va’aiga picks him up and hit’s a vertical suplex to take him back down, this time keeping the suplex hold in place, he adjusts it…EXPLODER SUPLEX!

Va’aiga: "DIE MOTHERF-CKER!"

Franks: Pardon the colourful language folks, but what a suplex!

The cover …

One..

Tw….KICKOUT!

Quadros: Va’aiga has been spoonfed if he thought that was enough!

Va’aiga takes the advantage of his opponent down and falls straight forward delivering a head butt drop to the skull of Crowley. He picks him back up and whips him off the ropes. BACK DROP!

Va’aiga: "KAINGA TOENGA!"

Franks: We’d translate fans but that’s Maori for not nice words!

Va’aiga points both arms out towards an imaginary set of goalposts somewhere in the crowd, then takes two steps back, two steps to a side then rushes in and attempts a punt kick but Crowley rolls out the way and catches a leg to take the bigger man down. He hooks a leg with his own and cinches in a modified side-headlock. He rolls them both backwards and onto their feet. RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP!

Quadros: Like Rugby is even a real sport, capitalise on this Crowley!

He follows it with a leg-drop to the head of Va’aiga and runs to the corner. He leaps off the top. SPLASH! A pin attempt.

ONE…

TWO….KICKOUT!

Quadros: Crowley’s not just bringing a game-plan, he’s bringing the offense! Look at the high risks he’s taking, can Va’aiga want it as much as Crowley?

Franks: That is a valid point, a win for Crowley would catapult him up the rankings. Va’aiga was unlucky not to make the finals of the Premiere Title tournament and he’ll be looking to rectify his slip with a win tonight!

Crowley can’t believe it. He picks up Va’aiga and put him into a reverse chinlock leaning him down.

Quadros: RELENTLESS FOCUS FROM PHOENIX!

Va’aiga is being choked out, the referee asks him if he wants to quit but he shakes his head and lets out another primal scream. He tries to power out of it but Crowley is unlike the opponents he has had in recent weeks and can almost match his power , Va’aiga tries again, each push incrementally leading him back to a vertical base. He gets back to his feet but Crowley kidney punches him and drops him with a reverse DDT. Crowley starts to pace the ring waiting for Va’aiga to rise.

Quadros: He’s stalking his prey!

Franks: Well he’d do better killing it off…

Va’aiga gets to his feet and he looks pissed. He charges at Crowley looking for a rugby tackle but Crowley uses his momentum to piledrive him to the canvas! Va’aiga stumbles up hit’s a head butt and both men fall to the ground.

Franks: Va’aiga must have been on fumes and pure adrenalin to stay up and hit that head butt!

Crowley rises up and picks up Va’aiga first, Va’aiga reverses it and charges off the other ropes, RUGBY TACKLE! MOUNTED PUNCHES!!!!!

Va’aiga: "CROWLEY E MATE!"

Quadros: Ref, illegal punching! It’s poor workmanship like that that gives the zebras a bad name!

Va’aiga points both arms out towards an imaginary set of goalposts somewhere in the crowd, then takes two steps back, two steps to a side then rushes in….DAN CARTER KICK!!!

Va’aiga: (under his breath) Whakaharaka

Franks: This could be it!

Va’aiga goes for the pin.

ONE…

TWO…

THR-KICKOUT!!

Quadros: Crowley isn’t an easy opponent, since he came in a fortnight or so ago he has impressed many with his skills!

Franks: Va’aiga wasn’t far off.

Va’aiga can’t believe it. Crowley is picked up and pummelled with blows to the body into the ropes. Va’iga whips him to the other side, Crowley slides through his legs….BLACKOUT!!!

Quadros: The coup d’etait! This is his gameplan kicking into effect.

Va’aiga thrashes wildly as he can feel the effects of the previous submission holds kicking in. The referee checks on Va’aiga once more. Crowley’s face can be seen covered in sweat. He is wringing the life out of the Maori for all he is worth.

Franks: We could see a major upset here , this would be the making of Crowley!

The referee again checks out Va’aiga for consciousness and is satisfied that he is showing adequate signs to continue. The crowd continue to get behind Va’aiga.

Crowd: DON’T GIVE UP! DON’T GIVE UP!…

Quadros: You hear those Norwegians, unpatriotic is what they are. What next? Sign their country over to fasc…wait…they did that already.

Franks: Is anything sacred to you?

Quadros: Mrs. Franks?

Va’aiga battles to get out of it but can’t do anything, he spins round looking for a way out and tries to reach the ropes with his foot but Crowley locks it on harder.

Quadros: Checkmate!

Va’aiga’s face is a picture of pure focus as he tries in vain to escape the hold. He raises an arm and goes to slam it down on the canvas in a tap-out but his Maori blood prevents him from carrying out the intention. The referee chastises him for it and again asks him if he wants to quit. The Maori screams out in Maori ‘No!’.

Franks: Come on !!

Quadros: Media bias right there!

He again tries to use his leg to reach the ropes….he succeeds! The referee starts the count.

1.…

2.…

3.…

4.…Crowley breaks the hold.

Franks: Crowley was unlucky there but will Va’aiga still be a threat?

Va’aiga uses the ropes to get to his feet and the referee crowds over him to check his capability to continue. Satisfied he steps back and Crowley tries to get in close to Va’aiga but Va’aiga swings a big punch into the sternum of Crowley to keep the distance. Va’aiga goes to step out the corner but Crowley swings a wild haymaker, he ducks, MAORI BOMB!

ONE….

TWO…

THR…NO!!!

Franks: This match is just like a pendulum!

Va’aiga just can’t believe it.

Va’aiga: "TAUTAU!"

He whips Crowley off the ropes , LARIAT!! NO! Crowley ducks it and hit’s a swinging Neckbreaker. He signals to the crowd.

vQuadros: No way Va’aiga can take more pain to that neck of his!

He sets him up for The Eternal Hangover, he lifts up the arm, SHORT-ARM STAN HANSEN JAPANESE LARIAT OF DEATH!!!!!!!!!!

Franks: WHAT A LARIAT!! He nearly gave him a haircut like an 18th century French Duke!

The cover….

ONE….

TWO….

THREE!!!!!

The bell rings as Crowley looks to be out cold. Va’aiga , with the match over, is wolfing oxygen like it will soon be taxed!

Franks: Great win for Va’aiga to rectify his loss last week at the hands of Fandango but Crowley didn’t make it easy in the slightest!

Quadros: Crowley was robbed! But here’s my tip for breakout star of 2009 , Crowley!

Ferdinand: The winner of this contest, as a result of pinfall, VA’AIGAAAA!

OVERGOLD!
Written by: Bob & Bailey

Miranda Buck is backstage holding her microphone in front of a big “Mob Rules 2” banner!

Buck: With me at this time is arguably the most popular tag team in PWA today and are both in the running for singles titles tonight… Cross Recoba and Freddy Fandango… The 21st Century Rat Pack!

The camera extends to show both men to the sides of Miranda Buck. They are both in their wrestling gear and look to be psyching themselves up for their big matches.

Buck: Guys, you both have huge opportunities both in singles matches tonight… what does this mean for you as a group?

Cross: Well it means we'll both hold gold, albeit not the ones we thought we would have in the tag straps. But, when we both become champions tonight we'll have a third of the gold in this place and almost all the talent!

Fandango: Miranda, for us as a group, if we manage to bring home both titles, I think it is more than enough proof that The Rat Pack has arrived in the entertainment industry. We aren’t just winning these titles for ourselves, but for the acting community in general. No longer will actors not be represented, they will have a voice in sports entertainment! Also, it will cement us as the important group to ever grace the stage in PWA. Clearly a big feather in our caps! And let’s not forget that it will inspire a huge line of merchandise for our great fans to go out and purchase! Eat at Burger King!

Buck: Cross, what are your thoughts going into your title match with Terminus’s wife Natalie Snow?

Cross: Like I've said all along, it's not a question of IF...It's a question of WHEN I become the PWA Light-Heavyweight champion. With all the tournaments flying about people have taken their eyes off this belt and I'm just the man to bring it back into the spotlight it deserves and hasn't gotten since Brad Kane left the company...

Buck: And Freddy, it has been a wild few weeks for you as you have fought your way through the Premiere title tournament to get to the finals, do you have a plan of action against the more experienced Kaito?

Fandango: I just plan on going out there and doing what I have been doing: being an entertainer! It hasn’t done me wrong at all! Kaito is a great competitor and one of the best, but he has lost… a few times. Me? I’ve never lost since my return and I don’t plan on doing it tonight. I am so close to the fame and notoriety I desire and I am not going to let that go easily! I don’t care if I get bloodied up again, I have good insurance! I am going to walk out of this match a new kind of champion, one that will actually be entertaining and not passionate about “winning matches” and being important in a world of sweaty wrestlers. I’ll make having charisma and good hygene a norm in the Premiere Wrestling Alliance! Set your DVR’s boys and girls you are about to see another bit of history from the 21st Century Rat Pack!

Buck: Well, you heard it…

Suddenly, Cross and Recoba cut her off again!

Cross: We have just one more thing to say… about the tag team titles.

Fandango: We might have been concentrating more on single this week, but we haven’t forgotten about those tag team titles. Take this as a warning for whoever walks out the champion… it doesn’t seem like the first seed is around anymore… so as the second seed, we will be coming after those title as the Light Heavy Weight and Premiere champions. The 21st Century Rat Pack will have a bad case of OG!

Cross: OVERGOLD!

They both walk away leaving Buck to smile at the camera with her microphone!

LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
Cross Recoba vs. Natalie Snow ©
Written by: Bob

The opening strains of Santana's "Black Magic Woman" begin to play over the PA system, and the crowd rises to to their feet and bursts into cheers as the arena lights grow dim, and a single snowflake symbol appears on the screen of the PWA-Tron overhead. As soon as the first notes of the main guitar line kick in, a single burst of white pyro shoots up from the ramp, heralding the arrival of Natalie herself. Natalie acknowledges the cheers with a wide grin and impressed nod of the head, and then sashays toward the ring, giving members of the crowd a friendly wave as the shout words of encouragement. Once she reaches the ring, Natalie vaults up so that she's in split-legged position on the top rope, and then backflips off into the ring with a flourish, and smiles once again as she proceeds to crouch in the corner and await the start of the match.

Franks: And here is your reigning Light Heavy Weight Champion. Natalie Snow and boy does she have a score to settle. After beating on her twin sister, Cross Recoba demanded a title shot and boy he got it.

Quadros: Her rage might be too much for her though… she is walking into this match very jaded. It might give the Italian a chance to beat her!

“Space Dementia” hits the PA and Cross Recoba comes walking out not taking his eye off of the Light Heavyweight title. He climbs into the ring and stares down Natalie. She does not look happy with him at all.

The bell rings and Natalie hits a sling shot head scissors take down. Recoba and Snow quickly get back to their feet, but Snow quickly hits him with a pele kick! Once again, Recoba gets to his feet, but she quickly sweeps his legs! She awaits for him to get to his feet attempts a glimmering warlock, but he ducks it.

Franks: Snow his on the offensive for awhile, but that could be a big slip up right there.

Quadros: I would say so, she needs to keep him off his feet if she is to have any chance. Cross has proven that he is not afraid to man handle her.

She gets up right in time to nailed in the head with a turnaround springboard dropkick! He pulls her back up and hits a brutal side suplex on her. Cross waves to his fans and then kicks her in the ribs! He pulls her up by the hair and right after getting to her feet, he uses the leverage and slams her head onto the mat. He then grabs her right knee and slams it into the mat as she screams out in pain. He then grabs her left knee and slams that into the mat. He then repeats it again on each knee cap!

Franks: Smart move by Recoba by keeping her grounded.

Quadros: You take out the knees you take out her speed! And look what he is doing now…Boston Crab!

He stretches out her knees with the Boston Crab! She crawls her way to the ropes but he tries to keep her still. She looks like she is going to tap but doesn’t budge. With all her strength, she crawls her way to the ropes and grabs the bottom one. He is informed that he must let go and does! The moment she let’s go of the ropes he pulls her backwards by the legs and slams her knees into the mat again. He then puts her in a Boston Crab once more! Cross blows a kiss to the fans as he applies the pressure. They aren’t really booing him because they know he is just doing what he is supposed to do to win the Light Heavyweight Title. With all her strength, she reverses the moves and flips him back with a reverse head scissors. She slingshots off the ropes but gets hit with a bicycle kick from a quickly recovered Recoba.

Franks: Testosterone seems to be winning this one so far!

Quadros: Yeah, he definitely is NOT holding back on her. Whatever gets the job done right?

Franks: That can be questioned… beating up her twin sister… there really isn’t an excuse for that.

He pulls her up by the hair and goes to toss her into the turnbuckle, but she reverse irish whips it and sends him into the turnbuckle but he stops himself before colliding with it. But Snow leaps and hits a bulldog into the turnbuckle. A dazed Recoba falls forward and walks right into a snap leg sweep DDT!

Franks: Natalie takes control of the dominating Cross Recoba.

Quadros: I don’t think Recoba likes being dominated!

Franks: Most men don’t!

Quadros: Speak for yourself! American men love it! Unfortunately, Cross is foreign and prides himself in his manliness!

She follows up with a standing Senton Splash to make sure he stays down! She then raises her arms out to her fans as they cheer her on!

Franks: Uh oh… I hear payback is a bitch!

Quadros: And Natalie Snow can be one at times herself!

She signals for the curb stomp and puts him in position. Suddenly, he turns around and grabs her leg and gets her in a half boston crab! She struggles a little and tries to rush to the ropes, but he bends backwards and applies the pressure! He even manages to pull her backwards continuing the offense of taking out her legs! She doesn’t give up but just begins crawling to the ropes!

Franks: You have to admire her spunk!

Quadros: I admire her spunk and any other part of her… but I still don’t think she is going to walk out of here tonight with use of both of her legs.

She grabs the ropes again and once again Cross politely lets go of the move but waits for her to get back to her feet and knocks her down with a clothesline! He turns her around and grabs the leg but this time, he doesn’t just slam it into the mat, but instead kicks out from behind the knee and THEN slams her right knee into the mat. He does the same with the other one. He then goes for another full Boston Crab! Once again, she tries to battle her way to the ropes and once again he tries to apply more pressure! She then tries to battle out of it and reverse it… but as she is turning it into a head scissors again he locks the hold back into place and punches in one of the knees!

Franks: He’s just being relentless on this!

Quadros: He has to… the 21st Century Rat Pack are looking to win matching gold here tonight!

Despite all of the pressure she continues to crawl to the ropes and makes it again. Recoba lets go and picks her up once more once she lets go of them. He manhandles her and puts her on top of the turnbuckle! He joins her and attempts a superplex, but using the last amount of energy she has in her legs, she refuses to budge! She punches him in the face and follows with a jab and then an elbow to the head and then another. She knocks him off the turnbuckle and follows with a missile dropkick to his head. As she hits it, she screams though and lands awkwardly! Despite the pain she makes sure to be on her feet and his hits the head butt. She holds her head and falls down because her legs hurt so much. She pulls herself up and limps at him and slams his head into the turnbuckle again! She then quickly limp towards him again and HITS the To Have and Have Not and falls back down holding onto her knees!

Franks: Natalie Snow is giving it all tonight as she is using those legs… even though she barely has use of her legs.

Quadros: Great thinking by Recoba though. Arguably, her legs are where her speed and a lot of her strikes come from. She might be in the lead now… but it’s a matter of time before she is engulfed by the pain caused by Cross! Also it’s dumb to hit him with move that involves her legs.

Franks: But most of her hardest hitting moves involve her legs!

She limps towards the down and out Cross Recoba and once again signals to the fans, this times they rise up for the curb stomp! There is a loud pop as she hits it and damages the frontal lobe of Cross Recoba. She then falls backwards holding her legs though.

Quadros: Was it worth it? Was the revenge worth hurting that knee even more?

Franks: I think it was! Natalie wants it all! She wants to defend and she wants retribution!

Quadros: But look at her… she is in tons of pain!

She crawls ontop of Recoba who is holding his head in pain and the count begins…1…2.. Cross barely kicks out. She slams the back of his head into the mat and goes for the pin again!

Franks: There are a lot of head shots going on from Natalie!

…1…2… Cross Recoba throws Natalie off and springs to his feet. She gets up and limps towards him but he blocks her next move and hits her with a rude awakening neckbreaker. He starts stomping on those knees again and slams them on the mat again. He pulls her back up hits her with THE SKIM! Convinced he took her out, he goes for the pin. …1…2…

Quadros: What does Cross have to do to win?

Franks: Apparently a lot… Natalie isn’t going down that easily!

Quadros: Tee hee!

Franks: Shush!

He pulls her back up by the hair and performs that brutal inverted bulldog which is followed by a knee drop to her chest! He then hooks her leg and goes for the pin again…1…2 She manages to reverse the move into a pin of her own…1…2… He rolls it back into cradle…1…2… She spins backwards and holds his shoulder back with by holding his legs with her own legs! …1…2… He grabs legs and reverses it into a Boston Crab! The Crab isn’t in long as she reverses it into yet another pin! …1…2…two and a half and Recoba catapults her into the turnbuckle. She falls backwards and he clutches her right leg and puts her in a leg lock.

Quadros: That was suspenseful, but once again he takes her by the legs! I’m afraid she isn’t out yet!

Franks: Never count her out, Natalie has been nothing but impressive!

Quadros: She isn’t so impressive right now!

She grabs the rope and Recoba breaks the hold. He pulls her back up goes for the Sicillian Typewriter but she reverses it and slams him into the corner. Quickly limping towards him, she hits an elbow and he sits up against the turnbuckle! The fans cheer as she goes to the top turnbuckle and his him with the moonsault leg drop! She rolls away holding her knee once more!

Quadros: How stupid can she be… even if she wins she’ll leave out of this crippled!

Franks: She definitely is giving it her all!

She crawls back up as a burnt out Cross Recoba gets to his feet and she delivers Til DEATH DO US PART! Recoba goes down and Natalie tries to shirk off the pain and heads to the top turnbuckle! On top of it, she steadies herself for balance and motions for The SnowFall!

Natalie flies off the top turnbuckle, but Cross moves out of the way and she meets nothing but mat! She holds all of herself in pain as Cross crawls up to her.

Franks: HE MOVE OUT OF THE WAY! THIS DOES NOT LOOK GOOD!

Quadros: No, it doesn’t! She is now completely vulnerabale!

He pulls her up to her feet and HITS THE SICILLIAN TYPE WRITER! He hooks the leg and the count begins…1…2…3 The bell rings and the LHW is handed to him! He holds the title in the air and celebrates!

Ferdinand: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND NEW LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: CROSS RECOBA!

Franks: 21st Century Rat Pack is now one and Oh with Cross Recoba winning the Light Heavyweight title!

Quadros: It is a big night for him. Despite his methods, he walks out as a champion.

ONE FINAL EURO DATE
Written by: Okori

As the PPV comes back from a commercial promoting the upcoming “Best of PWA” DVD set we hear the opening strains of “The Harder They Come” by Madness which causes the sold-out crowd to erupt raucously as Robert Royal walks out from the back, looking gaunt and weak in a black suit as Nighthawk accompanies him to the ring. Walking through the ropes, taking the microphone from Freddy Ferdinand, Robert leans against the turnbuckle, which keeps him upright.

Robert, his mancunian accent still strong: “Ladies and gentlemen in the crowd thank you for coming to the PWA event Mob Rules II. In addition, I would like to send that same thanks to everyone who ordered this pay-per-view or is watching it free on Sky Sports. What I am out here to say is this: the PWA has asked me to review their books, their backstage atmosphere, and everything that would be related to them possibly appearing in the United Kingdom. And I have made my decision. Starting next week, in my final decision as the head of the European Wrestling Union, the PWA will…..”

And at that exact moment “Head Like A Hole” by Nine Inch Nails blasts over the sound system, and Wren Chesney comes out from the backstage area. Staggering to the ring, a blood-soaked bandage over her head, the co-CEO of PWA walks unsteadily up the stairs and into the ring.

Wren: “Finally you talentless old codger you came up with a decision. What was it? Or are you going to fake having cancer and not be seen again for another 2 months?”

Robert, having just enough strength to wave a furious nighthawk back: “listen here, Mrs. Chesney, you have not exactly been helpful. I made both formal and informal requests to your office to see the PWA accounting sheets. It was only when I spoke to Samantha Teague-Gaither that I was able to get what I wanted. Therefore, as I was saying before I came out here and was so rudely interrupted, I have made my decision. And that decision is this: PWA can, immediately after Mob Rules, make reservations for whichever arena that they would like in England.”

Wren: “Thank god, you old goat. Now get out of my ring. I can’t stand you. I can’t stand that Irish goon you brought to the ring with you. Matter of fact, now that I think of it, why IS he here?”

Robert: “He is here because he helped me make this decision; convinced me that it would be the right thing for the fans, ands told me that you would try and do the exact same thing that you’re doing now. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I feel a little bit faint.”

Wren: “NO! YOU ARE NOT EXCUSED! YOU ARE GOING TO BE DEALT WITH BY…. MY…… GUARDS!”

And with that members of Wren’s security force come down to the ringside area and surround the ringside area, forcing Nighthawk to step in front of Robert Royal to protect him. Realizing that she needs to get to higher ground Wren steps out of the ring and instructs the security force to follow her outside. And at just this moment Robert Royal faints in the corner, only Nighthawk’s quick movement preventing him from banging his head on the bottom turnbuckle. Signaling frantically for a medic the Chicago native waits until Robert Royal is on a backboard and headed off to safety before glaring to the outside of the ring at Wren and her security force. Clenching his fists, and getting up a full head of speed, Nighthawk flies through the ropes with a tope con hilo taking out every last member of wren’s personal security force before pulling himself up to his feet and staring a hole through wren as he walks back to the back, mouthing the words “I Will Never Forget This” as he walks away.

ATLANTIC CHAMPIONSHIP
London McCormack vs. Jackboot
Written by: Darren

We join up with the PWA cameras which are all set inside the Toys R Us store just 5 mins away from the arena where Mob Rules 2 is taking place. Franks and Quadros will be doing commentary from back inside the arena while the match takes place, it wasn't clear prior to today whether the store would actually be open or not but obviously Norway rules aren't as strict as the rest of the world and not only is the store open while this match takes place but theres gonna be children here watching this. However the manager of the store has arranged some form of security and protection for his customers in the form of security barriers around certain areas and isles of the store where they expect the match to be contained within...man who they kidding this match is gonna spill over the store, no man, woman or child is safe today.

Franks: I didn't beleive it but now I see it, its true, we really are gonna have a match in a Toys R Us store and amazingly they actually have one here is Oslo, Norway.

Quadros: So is this store in Norway?

Franks: It must be, unless PWA has had some guys build a set I dunno, but it looks pretty damn like a toy store to me. Infact I've been told that there are actually TWO Toys R Us stores in Oslo, how bizarre. It looks pretty real.

Quadros: Except one small detail...

Franks: Whats that?

Quadros: Well look, all the shelves are actually FULL, not one gap on display, how many times do you go into stores and half the stock has been sold out?

Franks: True, you know what your actually right, I went to buy my son a Terminus figure and they had sold out, even in Japan.

Quadros: You went to Japan to get one?

Franks: No I checked on their website.

Quadros: I got my son the complete boxset of PWA figures, Jackboot even comes with his own free extreme makeover, he has like 5 face changes. Freddy Fandango comes with a Ryan Shane puppet doll and Bryce Michaels comes with his own mirror.

Franks: *laughs* Ok lets get on with this shall we, its time for our Atlantic Title match, this is the return of the championship and right here, or rather right there in that Toys R Us store just down the road we'll crown our first PWA Atlantic Champion in over a year.

Quadros: I've gotta admit the PWA have done the right thing by bringing the Atlantic Title back and opening a new division of competition, its gonna freshen things up and whos to say that whoever the champion is can't bring it higher than the heights of the Light Heavyweight and Premiere Title?!

Franks: Well some would say that its more than possible, the Lightweight division is a limited weight division and its debatable how much competition there is for Natalie Snow, the Premiere division well we all know how cursed that title has been since its inception into PWA, we've yet to see a dominating champion hold that belt.

Quadros: ...for more than five seconds.

Franks: Bit of an over-reaction there Ray, I'm sure whoever wins tonight between Kaito and Fandango will take the ball and run with it, right I believe the competitors for our next match are ready to make their entrance.

Franks: However before we head over there lets quickly explain the rules of this match, basically there are none, there is no ring, first fall to a finish, first pinfall or submission will be the Atlantic Champion. The competitors will battle it throughout the toy store and can use anything they can lay their hands on. I've been told the store is open to the public as well so there are gonna be customers roaming around doing their late night shopping as well which should be...interesting.

Quadros: Sweet, so is Jeffrey working today?

Franks: Isn't he always?

"Death Blooms" by Mudvayne plays over a cd player in the store as Jackboot makes his way err down the computer games isle, he stands there looking a bit lost, some spotty kid who works here approaches him and asks him if he needs any help.

Kid: Anything in particular your looking for sir?

Jackboot: Piss off kid I ain't shopping...I'm waiting for my opponent!

"Stronger" by Kanye West is played over the cd player, as London McCormack comes out down the lego isle he has to nudge his way past a dozen kids eagarly wanting to watch this match and London makes his way towards the isle that Jackboot is waiting in, he must be thinking what the hell has Max Maguire gotten him into here.

Franks: This is the first time these two superstars have met in the ring.

Quadros: What ring?

Franks: Ok its the first time they have fought each other, either way this match could very well steal the show tonight.

Quadros: I dunno about steal the show but did you just see the kid in the corner of the screen?

Franks: What?

Quadros: He just stole a handful of Playstation 3 games, somebody call security, somebody call the cops.

Franks: *laughs* Anyways as I was saying, if the match of this domain is anything like the one in TNW that took place between Bryce Michaels and Icefire in 2004 then we could very well have a match of the year contender on our hands.

Quadros: We'll see, that was one very bizarre night.

London reaches the video games isle and he locks eyes with Jackboot, a referee comes into shot, he has a toy gun and he holds it above his head and presses the trigger as a little flag pops out that says "GO".

Franks: Was that instead of the ringbell?

Quadros: I can tell ya thats a first in wrestling *laughs*

London and Jackboot look up and charge at each other, rights lefts, rights lefts, London, Boot, London, Boot, L, B, L, B, L, B, London with a knee to the gut and Jackboot is thrown into the wall full of Xbox 360 games, London grabs a computer game box and smashes it over Jackboot's head, and another, a third, one more for good measure.

Quadros: I think London just made that kid cry

Franks: Huh?

Quadros: That game belonged to him.

London grabs a sweet necklace which was hanging on a clip strip next to the games and starts to choke Jackboot with it but he manages to pull it too hard and it snaps, Jackboot elbows London in the chops and bodyslams him onto the concrete isle floor. Jackboot grabs a Go Go hat and puts it on his head, he grabs a second and pulls it completley over Londons face before dropping a huge legdrop across his throat.

Quadros: This has now been taken to the next level, level complete.

Franks: Jackboot is back on the offensive and he has the whole store at his disposal.

Jackboot picks up London and grabs him by his jeans and throws him across the floor of the games and jigsaws isle all the way down to the computer games isle, Jackboot grabs himself a copy of Halo 3 on the Xbox 360 and pockets it and then smashes a copy of PWA: The Game over the head of London. Jackboot gets carried away and does a bit of shopping, London sweeps his legs from under him and drops an elbow across his chest, London picks up a handful of Wii games and smashes them one by one over Jackboot's head.

Quadros: Sale! half price sale.

London picks Jackboot up by his hair and kicks him in the gut and pulls him round to the next isle which is the board games isle, monopoly...SMACK across the face of Boot, Risk BANG over the head, Cluedo OUCH across the back, Jackboot manages to reach out and grabs a pack of cards and flings them all in London's face causing him to turn his back for a second, Jackboot grabs Scrabble and BOOM takes down London with a viscious shot to the gonads. London staggers back to his feet and both men start fighting towards the bicycle isle, each of them break up and grab a bike each, they back up at the bottom of each isle and peddle to the metal towards each other.

Quadros: They're playing CHICKEN Franks...Look!

Franks: This is gonna be messy!

CRASH! BANG! WALLOP!...both bikes meet head on as both men fly head first over the handle bars, in what can only be described as an amazing move both men double clothesline each other in mid air matrix style. The customers start crowding round as a "holy shit, holy shit" chant starts around the toy store, some of the customers help up both men as they both now head into a toy isle. London grabs a monster truck and throws it at Jackboot's head but he ducks.

Quadros: Incoming...Incoming...

Franks: Who's footing the bill for all these damages?

Quadros: Daz will pay the manager off, everyone works for Daz.

Jackboot nails London with a clothesline and then goes for the SHATTERED DREAMS but London manages to break free as he nails Jackboot with a Buzzlightyear figure.

Quadros: To Infinity...and beyond!

London pulls Boot to his feet and takes him down with a beautiful side-effect, London grabs the Atlantic Title off of the referee and places it on Jackboot's face, he then climbs a shelf thats he's cleared of toys....ELBOW DROP...NO! JACKBOOT MOVES and London goes crashing hard elbow first into the concrete floor.

Franks: Jackboot has a great oppurtunity to take advantage here now Ray.

Jackboot picks up McCormack and throws him down the isle over a fence and onto a new patch.

Quadros: Hey look its a bouncy castle!

This should be fun, Jackboot picks up London and powerslams him onto the bouncy castle. Jackboot with a DDT to McCormack on the castle, but we ain't that stupid neither of those moves had any effect. Both men tussle off the castle and roll into the next isle, Jackboot is up first he kicks London in the guts and grabs a nearby skateboard and cracks it on his back, Boot makes a cover.........1.............2........London kicks out.

Quadros: Man Tony Hawk would have been impressed with that move.

Franks: I very much doubt it Ray.

Boot picks London up by his hair and suplexes him onto the concrete floor, he then swings and throws London into a pile of teddy bears.

Quadros: Man that had to hurt....not!

Jackboot puts his hand into the pile of teddys and pulls out a TICKLE ME ELMO and starts playing with it.

Franks: Ahhh, bless him.

Boot then grabs the Tickle me elmo by the throat...and BITES OFF ITS HEAD, he then begins to try and stuff the head down London's throat and he begins to gag.

Quadros: Elmo not happy, poor elmo.

Jackboot picks up London and throws him into the long aisle of bikes and they go down like a domino rally, he snatches a slush puppy off of a kid and downs it in one...

Quadros: Oh no it looks like Jackboot has got BRAIN FREEZE!!!

London capitalises and nails Boot low with a bike pump, he then rams it up his ass as the kids all scream. Boot doesn't know whether to hold his head or his ass. London executes a russian leg sweep onto a bike and makes the cover.........1............2............Boot kicks out and London lands hard onto some handle bars.

Franks: Ouch.

Jackboot picks London up and nails him with a knee to the mid-section, he then drags him towards the tills at the front of the store, he picks London up and LAWN DARTS him through the checkout, the scanner display comes up "PRICELESS".

Franks: Wow, I wonder what you'd scan at Ray.

Quadros: Worthless...oh wait, no err...millions.

London athlectically pulls off a nice move as he slides off the counter, he grabs a shopping basket and nearly knocks a few of Jackboots teeth out with a vicious shot to the jaw.

Quadros: Somebody order Jackboot another extreme makeover.

London jumps off the checkout and lands on Boot with an elbowdrop.

Franks: Hey look heres the Toys R Us mascot Jeffrey the Giraffe, the kids love him and he slaps hands with them as he makes his way over to get a closer look at the match.

Jackboot gets back to his feet and London goes to nail him with a Mystic J doll he found in the bargain bin but Boot blocks it and nails a huge boot to the kisser of McCormack.

Franks: Hey wait whats this, Jackboot is calling over Jeffrey the mascot to help him, he's gonna help life London up...

Quadros: What, there both gonna throw him through the main window to the store, this is getting out of hand.

They begin to give London a leg and a wing, Boot with the arms, Jeffery with the legs, just as their about to let go...ANOTHER Jeffery comes out of no where and hits him with a diamond cutter. The down n out Jefferys head rolls off...

Franks: Its PIERCE CAVANAUGH!!! He was dressed up as the mascot?

Quadros: No, maybe he just has a part-time job here.

Jackboot goes to level the other Jeffrey but London grabs him and uses the till counter to execute his WAVE OF THE FUTURE DDT!!!...the referee runs round to make the cover.........1.................2.....................3!!!!

Franks: It's over, we have a NEW PWA Atlantic Champion in London McCormack, man what an interesting match.

Quadros: Yeah it was a blast alright, was it just me or did that other Jeffrey just hit a C-4 on Pierce Cavanaugh?!

The referee holds up the right arm of London and hands him the Atlantic Title, the kids begin to cheer but some are still in a state of shock after seeing Jeffreys head fall off and are in floods of tears.

London heads back to the arena as the kids follow him out the store.

Franks: One down, one to go for "The Future"

Quadros: Thats gotta taken alot out of the kid, Jackboot put up a hell of a fight and looked impressive, his stock has risen tenfold in my opinion.

OMAR'S MOST IMPORTANT CLIENT
Written by: Justin

We're backstage in the locker room of Omar Owens and Freak Nasty 1, but right now, it's just Omar sitting back there. He's been keeping up with the action in the arena on the monitor, just enjoying the show, seeing as he's not on the card. Omar's sitting back, drinking a bottle of water when Freak busts into the room, looking excited.

O2: Where have you been?

FN1: Just drumming up some business.

O2: Freak, I'd appreciate it if, while I'm wrestling, you didn't try to take on any other clients. As my agent, I need your undivided attention...unless they start to pay for your travel expenses. Then I could be swayed.

FN1: Not drumming up business for me...drumming it up for you. I've got you a new customer that wants to employ your very specialized services.

O2: Well, who is it? And what happened to them that was so wrong?

FN1: Think about it for a second, Omar. The legend who has just come back to the sport steps into the ring with the current champion and pins his shoulders to the mat to get the victory, only a few days later, the champion claims that it wasn't him...that it was an impostor that the legend defeated. Omar, I've just landed you the most important customer of your entire white knight career.

O2: Oh please, Freak, don't tell me you pimped my services out to Terminus. You and I both know that he didn't suffer and injustice that night...it was me who did.

FN1: Exactly.

And now, it begins to dawn on Omar that Freak wasn't talking about Terminus.

FN1: I am hiring you to prove Terminus wrong and to do everything in your power to fix it.

Omar sits forward in his seat and gets a faraway look in his eyes, like he's actually considering this. The smile that forms on his lips shows that he is very much into the idea.

O2: It's brilliant! I can help bring justice to this place and help myself all at once. That might sound a little selfish, but no one's been asking me to help them lately, anyway, so what the hell, you know?

FN1: Okay, so...where do we start?

O2: I'm not sure, but I do know one thing...If I'm going to do this right, then I need to be absolutely objective in this and not let my personal feelings get in the way. I need to assume the innocence of Terminus. If I go into this thinking he's guilty, I'm going to see evidence even if it's not there.

FN1: It's true. I think David Caruso said that on CSI: Miami.

O2: So, from here on out, I'm a believer in Terminus and I must find out who is impersonating him and why.

The scene fades out with Omar crossing his arms and putting a hand to his chin in the classic thinking pose.

STRETCHER MATCH
Jostrodomus vs. Captain Howdy
Written by: Neil

The Oslo, Norway fans continue to get a buzz in the air as a pair of EMT’s roll a stretcher out from the back. The man and woman paramedic set the gurney up at ringside and then steps away to let this match-up begin. Referee Sasha Brown checks on the stretcher to make sure it is in working order.

The lights dim, as "Captain Howdy" begins to play and the crowd begins to boo loudly. He walks out from the back, by himself, neither looking into the crowd, or back the way he came. He heads down to the ring, staring at the stretcher the entire way. He stops in front of it and looks down with cold, calculated eyes, knowing what he must do. The Captain slides under the bottom rope, then stands, glaring out into the distance, head cocked as if he is listening to someone. He nods once, then removes his jacket and hands it to the attendant, along with his walking stick, giving them stern instructions to take care of it.

Franks: Captain Howdy has been looking forward to this match for weeks, Ray. Late last month he pinned Jostrodomus under a forklift and started to viciously beat him with that walking cane.

Quadros: And Jostrodomus has not been the same since, Carl! He deserved it too after what he did to Nadia Snow all those years ago.

Franks: Then what do you say about what Cross Recoba did to Nadia last week?

Quadros: Honest mistake. She’s Natalie’s twin, man.

Next up, "Mother Fucker of The Year" by Motley Crue blasts over the PA system as the fans pop into cheers! Smoke fills the entrance way and Jostrodomus emerges from the smoke arms in the air, fist clinched, ready to fight. He walks down to the ring with bandages still wrapped around his ribcage, still smarting from Howdy’s attack from behind. Jostrodomus slides into the ring and gives Captain Howdy and earful over how he’s going to kick his ass tonight. He throws his arms in the air for one last firework show and pop from the fans before leaning against the ropes before the match starts.

Franks: Jostrodomus might not be in any condition to wrestle tonight but here he is. The extent of his injuries are unknown but judging by how gingerly he walked down here, I can only imagine serious damage has been done.

Quadros: And Captain Howdy will finish off the job tonight, Carl. It’s a cat and mouse game he’s playing. Howdy left just enough of Joz for tonight’s beat down on pay-per-view. I’d pay anything to see this! I love my job.

Referee Sasha Brown calls for the bell and we are underway! DING! DING! Howdy steps forward for a clench but Jostrodomus is in no mood for the funny stuff as he steps over and unloads a series of right hands into the face of Howdy! Right! Right! Right! European uppercut rocks the Captain back into a corner! Knee to the gut by Jostrodomus, follow up hammer blow across the spine. Howdy steps out with an arced back, only to get taken down by a Jostrodomus bulldog! Joz with follow up stomps! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!

Franks: Jostrodomus is starting off early here with a bit of revenge!

Quadros: He’s faking that injury, Carl!

The series of stomps catch Captain Howdy off guard, leaving him in a prone position. Jostrodomus runs towards the ropes and comes off with a stiff stomp but no, Captain Howdy rolls out of the ring to regain his composure. Jostrodomus dares him to get back into the ring and accept what is coming to him. The crowd gives Howdy some hell as he paces around ringside, taking his time to get back into this match.

Finally Howdy rolls in and gets met with a kick to the midsection by Jostrodomus. Another kick! Another! Anoth-NO! Captain Howdy catches the leg and twists it for a submission. Jostrodomus yanks back to free himself only to eat an elbow to the ribcage by Howdy! Jostrodomus recoils in pain and clutches his bandaged ribcage!

Franks: So much for your theory that he is faking it, Ray.

Quadros: Yes! Go get him Howdy. He’s a wounded animal.

Captain Howdy gets back to his feet and shoots in on Jostrodomus. The two clench against the ropes but not for long as Howdy lands a high knee to the upper body of Joz, once again bending him over in pain. Snap suplex by Captain Howdy makes Jostrodomus arc his spine. Follow up kick to the back by Howdy as it becomes increasingly clear to the Norwegian crowd what the Captain’s game plan is.

Captain Howdy approaches the seated Jostrodomus from behind and puts his hands into the man’s eyes, trying to disfigure his face. Jostrodomus yells in pain as he tries to fight off the hand in his face. Follow up punch to the face from the other hand by Howdy. Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Kick to the midsection by Howdy!

Franks: Oh man, he’s just playing with Jostrodomus now.

Quadros: Jostrodomus is going to be wheeled away from the PWA forever. It about time his shenanigans caught up with him.

Captain Howdy continues to test that ribcage of Jostrodomus as he yanks the man up and whips him hard across the ring into a corner with authority! Oh! Jostrodomus slams hard into the turnbuckles and collapses to his knees. Here comes Howdy with a running brutal knee to the face! The crowd continues to grow restless as Howdy bulls Jostrodomus back up into the corner. Another Irish whip by Captain Howdy sends Jostrodomus slamming into another corner with his bruises and battered ribcage!

Franks: This is getting hard to watch.

Quadros: Vegas odds on Howdy have gone from 4-1 to 2-1!

Howdy runs back towards Jostrodomus and blasts him with a high elbow to the face! Jostrodomus is looking like a beaten man all ready. Howdy pulls him away from the corner and whips him towards the ropes for a power slam. Jostrodomus explodes off the ropes with a clothesline out of no where that drops Howdy! The crowd POPS as Howdy rises, standing right up into a right hand, left hand, right, inverted atomic drop by Jostrodomus! Howdy stumbles around clutching himself before he walks right into a BITCH SLAP from Jostrodomus! The spit goes flying!

Franks: Oh! Jostrodomus has sprung to life!

Quadros: No!

Armbar overhead suplex by Jostrodomus bounces Howdy off the canvass! He pops back up to act like it didn’t hurt but Jostrodomus catches him with a kick to the midsection as he’s rising. Jostrodomus powers up, hoisting Howdy into a vertical suplex! He holds him! Holds! Holds! Lets him go! OH! Jostrodomus dumps Captain Howdy over the top rope and down to the floor hard! Howdy sits up on the floor holding his neck!

Franks: What a dangerous move by Jostrodomus!

Here comes the #1 Stunner as he slides out of the ring. He bounces Howdy’s head off the ring apron! Howdy sprawls away holding his face, never seeing Jostrodomus take some fan’s beer and guzzle some. Jostrodomus splashes the rest of the frosty brew into Howdy’s face only to finish him off with an STO onto the floor! “Joz! Joz! Joz!” Referee Sasha Brown yells out as Jostrodomus reaches under the ring and pulls out a steel chair!

Franks: Here we go!

Quadros: Put that chair down!

Sure, he puts it down all right. Right across Captain Howdy’s back! CRACK! The crowd pops almost as loud as the chair shot! Howdy arcs his spine, leaving himself wide open for the follow up chair shot to the head! CRACK! Captain Howdy looks like he’s been knocked out cold!

Jostrodomus doesn’t waste any time as he throws the chair aside and collects the stretcher. He wheels it over to Howdy and starts to pull his opponent up. He rolls the semi-conscious Howdy onto the stretcher as the crowd cheers loudly. Howdy is laid out on the stretcher and Jostrodomus is going to lock him down! NO! Howdy grabs the lock! Jostrodomus tries to power the lock in place! NO! Thumb to the eye by Captain Howdy!

Franks: Oh! It was almost over!

Quadros: Saved by the buckle!

Howdy rolls off the stretcher and unleashes a head butt into Jostrodomus’ face! Another head butt! Another! Kick to the midsection by Howdy! Release belly-to-belly suplex by Howdy sends Jostrodomus crashing into the stretcher! The stretcher tips over and Jostrodomus falls on the floor clutching his ribcage once again!

Back on the attack goes Howdy after he shakes off the chair shot to the head. He bulls Jostrodomus into the ring apron with a shoulder block. Now he bounces his head off the apron before rolling him back into the ring strangely. Looks like Captain Howdy wants to punish Jostrodomus some more.

He rolls into the ring himself and starts to unravel the wrapping around Jostrodomus’ ribcage. Howdy takes the wrapping and puts it around Jostrodomus’ neck! Now he’s choking Jostrodomus out with his own protection! Jostrodomus reaches out for the ropes to get some leverage himself but Howdy digs his knee into Joz’s spine, drawing him further back into the choke!

Franks: He’s going to choke out Jostrodomus!

Quadros: A night with Nadia wasn’t worth this was it, Joz?

Jostrodomus’ face starts to turn red from a lack of oxygen. The crowd once again starts up…”Joz! Joz! Joz! Joz! Joz!” He tries to feed off the crowd and work towards those cables but no, Captain Howdy doesn’t leave him with any room to spare. The veins begin to pop out of Howdy’s arms as he twists and pulls back hard on those wrappings, continually cutting off the air. Here comes Maelstrom!

Franks: Maelstrom!

Quadros: What the hell is he doing out here?

Road agent and friend of Maelstrom runs out from the back and down to ringside. The crowd pops as Maelstrom starts banging on the ring apron, cheering his friend’s fight! Don’t you give up! Don’t you pass out! Jostrodomus hears his friend banging on the apron, cheering him on. He answers Maelstrom’s calls by reaching back and grabbing that wrapping, yanking on it himself to release the slack! Captain Howdy uses Joz’s own momentum against him though and releases the wrapping, making Jostrodomus eat canvass with his face! Howdy has a few encouraging words of his own to give Maelstrom. The Human Hellstorm doesn’t look amused.

Quadros: Ha! He told Maelstrom not to worry, this match is almost over! Feel the confidence, Carl!

Franks: That’s not funny.

Howdy kicks Jostrodomus in the ribs one more time while staring down Maelstrom. He starts pounding on the ring apron again as Howdy reaches down to pull up Jostrodomus. Bear hug applied by Howdy! Jostrodomus yells out in pain as some blood starts to drip from his mouth! Captain Howdy continues to squeeze the injured ribs of Joz, testing his will!

But Jostrodomus’ will won’t be broken and he puts the palm thrusts to Howdy’s temples! Howdy drops him and staggers backwards. Right hand by Jostrodomus! Left! Right! Irish whip by Jostrodomus! Reversed by Howdy! Off the ropes comes Jostrodomus with a Thesz press, erupting the crowd into cheers! Right left, right left, right left by a mounted Jostrodomus! He pulls Howdy up by the hair and rubs the man’s eyes across the top cable! BAM! Howdy’s head gets bounced off a turnbuckle! Follow up stomps by Jostrodomus! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Maelstrom is cheering him on with these fans!

Franks: Jostrodomus has shifted the momentum!

Quadros: Damn it!

Stomp! Stomp! Howdy is dropped in the corner! Face wash! Another face wash! Referee Sasha Brown yells enough but it isn’t like she can do anything about it! Jostrodomus pulls Howdy up by the hair and flips him over in to a tree of woe! Oh! Straight punch to the exposed nether regions! Howdy clutches himself with his feet all tied up. Jostrodomus climbs to the second turnbuckle and jumps off with a double foot stomp into Captain Howdy’s face! OH! Howdy’s legs come free and he slumps to the mat!

Franks: And Maelstrom is loving every minute of this! Jostrodomus’ luck changed once he came out here.

Quadros: That son of a bitch Maelstrom better keep to himself or I swear something bad will happen to his strip club business!

Jostrodomus is feeling it now as he rolls out of the ring and collects the stretcher backboard. He slides it into the ring and blasts a rising Howdy in the face with it! THUMP goes the board across Howdy’s spine! Now Jostrodomus sets that backboard up in the corner and looks to use it as a weapon further. He drags Howdy up by the hair again and goes around for a suplex into the backboard! NO! Blocked by Captain Howdy! Around the back goes Howdy for a suplex of his own! Blocked by Jostrodomus this time! Around the back goes Howdy for that suplex onto the backboard! NO! Again blocked by Howdy! High right elbow by Howdy! High left elbow! Howdy breaks free…kick to the midsection! OH! FIREMAN’S CARRY BRAINBUSTER ONTO THE BACKBOARD!! Jostrodomus has been folded up on the bent board!

Franks: Oh! What a power move by Captain Howdy!

Quadros: He’s finished!

Maelstrom can’t believe it! The ribs, the neck, the whole body of Jostrodomus took that one! Joz convulses in the corner as more blood starts to run from his mouth! Captain Howdy attacks without mercy, extracting Jostrodomus from the bent board and suplexing him halfway across the ring! Howdy pulls up Joz again for another suplex! And another! One more suplex! Another suplex! Oh what the hell, ANOTHER suplex! One final release German suplex by Captain Howdy leaves Jostrodomus a battered and broken man in the center of the ring!

Franks: Jostrodomus is coughing up blood! He could have internal injuries!

Quadros: He’s a stretcher away from a hospital ride, Carl. Or a Playtime’s Over away from a broken neck. Which do you prefer?

Maelstrom starts pounding on the ring apron again, trying to get his friend to stand up. Jostrodomus isn’t in any condition to get up yet. Howdy walks over to a corner and picks up his steel walking stick. He looks back at the fallen Jostrodomus with a smile and then begins clanging the cane against the post to taunt the crowd. Clang, clang, clang. Howdy clutches the cane with both hands and waits for Jostrodomus to get up.

Joz fights his way to a knee while holding his ribcage. Howdy takes a Ted Williams-like swing with the cane! MISSES! Jostrodomus ducked out of the way! NUFF SAID!! Oh what a kick by Jostrodomus! He picks up Howdy’s steel cane and looks out towards the crowd. Maelstrom and the fans cheer him on! Jostrodomus blasts Captain Howdy in the chest with the cane! Another cane shot! Another! Another! And another!!

Franks: A little revenge for Jostrodomus!

Quadros: He is not registered to use that cane! Disqualify him Sasha!

Referee Brown has no intention of doing that as she watches Jostrodomus crack Howdy with the cane one more time! Jostrodomus is feeling it now as he tosses the cane into the crowd for a souvenir! The fans go wild! Joz picks up Howdy, who is now clutching his chest, and whips him hard into the turnbuckles! Running shoulder block to the ribcage by Jostrodomus! He hoists Captain Howdy up onto the top turnbuckle! Joz climbs up there too and cinches Howdy from behind for a superplex onto the bend backboard!

Franks: This could be it!

NO! Captain Howdy saves his bacon by wrapping his leg around the top rope for a block! He punches Joz in the ribcage in close quarters. Joz lets go of the cinch. Headbutt by Captain Howdy on the top turnbuckle! Another! Another! One more wobbles Jostrodomus! Howdy cinches him and falls backwards….OH!

CRASH!!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!! Captain Howdy took Jostrodomus off the top turn buckle with a sheerdrop brain buster ONTO THE STRECHER outside of the ring! WIDOWMAKER!! The stretcher collapses to the floor as Captain Howdy lays there next to it, Jostrodomus halfway on the stretcher, rolling around and clutching his neck!!

Franks: Oh man! That’s gotta be it!

Quadros: Another victim for Howdy!

Maelstrom is shaking his head in disbelief while Referee Sasha Brown checks on both men to see if they’re still alive! Captain Howdy snaps out of it and rolls the convulsing Jostrodomus the rest of the way onto the stretcher! Blood runs out of the #1 Stunner’s mouth as he looks like he needs medical attention! And medical attention is what he’s going to get as Captain Howdy straps him down with the buckle! Referee Brown calls for the bell!

DING! DING! DING!

Ferdinand: Here is your winner of the Stretcher Match….CAPTAIN HOWWWDY!!

The boos kick up as Captain Howdy shrugs Referee Brown off his arm. He collects Jostrodomus on the stretcher just as the paramedics come to take him away. Howdy pushes Jostrodomus away from the paramedics, taking the beaten Joz up the ramp way!

Franks: Oh come on Howdy! The match is won! Jostrodomus needs to go to the hospital!

Quadros: Howdy will take care of him, Carl. He’s a physician of pain.

Referee Brown and the paramedics chase Captain Howdy up the ramp way, telling him to let go of Jostrodomus. Hey, that might be a good idea. He hesitates for a moment and then pushes Jostrodomus and the stretcher off the deck and into the crowd! Crowd members get crushed under Joz and the stretcher’s weight! The paramedics and Referee Brown stare down in shock at the carnage in the crowd! Maelstrom jumps into the crowd to help his friend!

Franks: What a disgusting act by Captain Howdy! Jostrodomus could really be hurt here! This is going to take awhile to extract him from this mess!

Quadros: Good-bye Jostrodomus!

The laughter of Captain Howdy can be heard as he disappears backstage. HAHAHA HAAHAAAHAAA!!! HEEHEE HEEHEEHE HAHA HAAAA HAAHHHAAA!!!

Demitre Lionheart vs. Logan Steel
Written by: Sam

Quadros: Well the last match most certainly didn’t disappoint.

Franks: It’s nice to hear you say something positive for once.

Quadros: Speaking of positive, how did your HIV test go?

Franks: You’re a despicable human being you know that?

Quadros: I try.

As the announcers bicker as always, the mood in the arena quickly changes when the lights dim to a pitch black state, followed by the first strains of “Wolf Moon” by Type O Negative, the fans cheer noting this music as that of wrestling legend Logan Steel.

A purple beam of light cuts through the darkness, it directs the attention of the fan’s to the man who is standing by the entrance ramp, by his side stands a woman, of whom is clearly Amber LeBeau-Lionheart.

Franks: It’s Logan Steel and Amber, they don’t look to happy.

Quadros: Logan is a Goth, when is he EVER happy?

They walk down the ramp towards the ring, the fans cheer Logan; as the two of them enter the ring.

Quadros: Security! Security! We have two non PWA staff members in the ring.

The lights return to normal, Logan stands dead centre, his head stitched and bandaged clearly as a result of Demitre’s attack at Violation 63, Amber passes him a microphone as the fans start to settle down.

Logan: Some of you may be wondering why I’m out here tonight, others who know me well will understand EXACTLY what I am doing here.

I have a few things to say, these things are regarding Valentine Lionheart and his cowardly brother Demitre, as is known, the Lionheart family has recently had a shock to it’s core, a shock that has sent Valentine into a frenzy and clearly caused Demitre to act more pompous and arrogant than ever.

The truth is, these two men found out that their linage was corrupted, that bloodline’s don’t add up and that those who “raised” them were not who they said they were.

I understand the frustration at heart, I understand why Demitre is acting the way he is, because like me Demitre KNOWS, who their real parents are.

Demitre knows a lot more than he is letting on, which is why I am about to spill the beans, I also KNOW who the father and mother of Valentine and Demitre Lionheart are, so I am calling out Valentine Lionheart RIGHT NOW! Come to the ring and hear me out.

Logan steps back, he knows his former student may be looking for a fight, but he also knows it’s time Valentine heard the truth.

“Them Bones” By Alice in Chains begins to play, Logan shakes his head as the fans boo the entrance of Demitre Lionheart, Demitre stands at the stage with a microphone in hand.

Demitre: Didn’t I deal with you already?

Logan: You will never...

Demitre: Shut up! Listen here you old miserable fool, no one wants to listen to you, I have it in my right mind to cut your microphone and have you arrested for trespassing...And in Amber’s case being a prostitute.

Quadros: Ha, ha...He just called her a prostitute.

Demitre: But despite what some may think...I am a fair man, I believe PWA should give the fan’s what they want and so I am issuing a challenge, You and me, one on one, RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW! If you happen to beat me, I will let you take centre stage and say what’s on your mind, if I win however...Well if I win...You will be hospitalised, ONCE AGAIN!

Logan tosses down his microphone and begins taking of his shirt.

Franks: Business is about to pick up, here we have Logan Steel Vs Demitre Lionheart!

Amber steps out of the ring as Demitre unbuttons his black shirt, revealing his tattooed arms and torso, Demitre slowly walks to the ring with that arrogant smile he is known for etched on his face.

Demitre gets to the ring and looks around the fans in attendance, but Logan doesn’t wait, the wrestling legend runs flipping over the top rope with a pluncha down onto Demitre Lionheart.

Quadros: That’s assault!

Franks: I’m gonna assault you one of these days.

Quadros: You won’t because I’m not a young boy.

Logan begins to nail Demitre with some rights and left hands, before standing to a huge ovation from the crowd, Logan who is known for being quite a ruthless competitor goes straight for the ring bell, he takes it with both hands and makes his way over to Demitre.

Franks: Looks like Logan is about to ring Demitre’s bell.

Quadros: That couldn’t sound anymore gay if you tried.

Logan swings the ring bell down towards Demitre, but he dives out of the way and reaches under the ring pulling out a steal chair, Logan turns and is cracked over the skull with the chair.

Quadros: Demitre has him where he wants him now.

Demitre lifts Logan and then rolls him inside the ring, the PWA director turns his attention to Amber; who is yelling obscenities at him, he pauses for a second before spitting right in her face.

Franks: There was no need for that, I hope Darkside is watching, I hope he realises that this is wrong and that Demitre is playing him.

Quadros: If that were the case, would Demitre have fought with Valentine the other day? I doubt it.

Demitre enters the ring, he takes a handful of Logan’s hair and pulls him to his feet locking in a front face lock, But Logan is too wise and ring smart, he holds onto Demitre and flips him with a bridged Belly to Belly Suplex.

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Quadros: I don’t even get how this match can be official?

Franks: Demitre has the power to do so, and he has used it...Also this is a personal.

Logan rolls out of his pin attempt and locks in a figure four leg lock, but he couldn’t quiet get the move locked in properly, Demitre frees his leg and then boots Logan in the face.

The two men, both begin to get to their feet but as Demitre backs away to the ropes for a run up, Amber grabs his legs thus giving Logan enough time to sprint at Demitre with a cross body taking him over the top rope, both men fall out of the ring and land directly on top of Amber.

Quadros: Serves her right for cheating, the little hussy.

Franks: How can you say that? The poor woman has lost her husband to Demitre’s mind games and manipulation, she just wants’ Valentine back.

Quadros: That’s because she isn’t woman enough to handle the Darkside.

Logan checks on Amber and is clearly worried about her condition, as he checks on her Demitre hit’s a Low Blow on him, and then stands up straight, taking Logan and whipping him into the ring steps.

Quadros: Never bet against a Lionheart.

Franks: I would say that Logan’s win/loss record is just as formidable in all honesty Ray.

Demitre stalks Logan, who is trying to get to his feet, he smiles and raises his arms in arrogant fashion as the fans boo the hell out of him Demitre then takes Logan by his hair and throws him back into the ring, here Demitre climbs the turnbuckle and then points down at Logan.

Quadros: This should be good.

Demitre dives off with his variation of a shooting star press, something of which is quiet the thing of beauty for a man of his size, But as he comes crashing down; Logan rolls out of the way, Lionheart hit’s the mat and bounces to the side, he has clearly winded himself and hurt his ribs.

Logan uses the ropes to pull himself up, sensing the end Logan knows what he must do and that’s go for his patented Cold Steal Pile-driver, Logan lifts Demitre up face first and then pulls him headfirst between his legs.

Franks: It looks like we will hear Logan out after all.

As Logan is about to lift Demitre up, a lone figure appears behind him on the top rope, as soon as you see him the man leaps off the top rope with a drop kick to the back of Logan’s head, Logan falls as the fans begin to cheer and Boo at the same time.

Quadros: That’s, that’s Dante Lionheart!!!!

Demitre and Valentine’s younger brother Dante lifts Logan up and then quickly hits him with the EarthShaker!!!

Franks: This is wrong, this is very wrong!

Demitre stands and orders Dante to lift Logan up once again, this time Demitre takes hold of Logan and lifts him on his shoulders before drilling him to the mat with the LMS!!!

Quadros: Wooo!!!! Both the Earth Shaker and the Lionheart Mean-Streak!

Just the like the conductor he sees himself as, Demitre tells Dante to get something from under the ring, Dante obliges and pulls pout form under the ring, Logan’s steal briefcase.

Franks: Oh no, this is too much, we all know what Logan keeps in there.

Quadros: Please! This means Logan was intending on using it himself?

Dante opens the Briefcase and takes out Logan’s blood letting kit, he tosses it to Demitre who instantly jabs the needle in Logan’s arm and begins extracting his blood.

The fans begin to throw trash into the ring, but Demitre doesn’t care, he is satisfied by his handy work and really could give a rat’s ass what the fans think, he stands holding the blood filled syringe in the air, before taking a bow.

He embraces his young brother and then the two men exit the ring leaving Logan down and out.

PREMIERE CHAMPIONSHIP
Kaito vs. Freddy Fandango
Written by: Jason

Freddy Fandango pins Kaito. Match to be added when it's finished.

As his music goes off, Freddy Fandango is handed the Premiere title. He looks shocked and happy and burnt out all at once. Quadros: He did it! Freddy did it!

Franks: He is beside himself!

Quadros: I am beside myself!

Ferdinand: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND NEW PREMIERE CHAMPION: FREDDY FANDANGO!

Kaito rolls out of the ring as Freddy tries to jump up and down, but is still worn out. He gets his hand raised with the title as the dancers join him in the ring.

Franks: I think we are going to get a victory celebration!

Quadros: It looks like!

He takes the top turnbuckles as the dancers begin another pre-choregraphed number to his theme music. As they continue to dance, he prances over to the other turnbuckle and holds his title high up in the air. He then heads into the middle of the ring, in front of all the dancers and holds the title down in front of him. As the guitar solo hits, he slowly lifts the title up to the beat and fireworks shoot off from the turnbuckles beside him as the dancers continue to gyrate to his side.

Franks: I think we are seeing the dawn of a new kind of champion here tonight!

Quadros: I’m scared! There might be way too much metro in this fed now!

As the song finishes up, Freddy heads back up to the turnbuckle. Behind him the male and female dancers finish up their number as more fireworks shoot off from the rafters! He stands in the middle of the ring as the song dies down and he is still in celebration of his grand victory that many thought he couldn’t pull off!

Suddenly, “Space Dementia” by Muse hits the P.A and Cross Recoba walks out with his newly won Light Heavy Weight title. Cross holds his title up high and the Freddy does the same in the middle of the ring.

Franks: We are looking at both members of the 21st Century Rat Pack with singles titles.

Quadros: I never thought we would see it so soon.

The dancers disperse as Recoba walks down the rampway with his title over his shoulder. Freddy looks at his in his hands, still shocked that he won it. As Cross enters the ring, his music dies down. Freddy looks at Recoba and then at his title. Recoba does the same. The two shake hands and raise eachother’s arms in victory as Wax Ecstatic by Sponge blasts across the P.A!

Franks: What a moment for both men. Could this be the rise of a new age in PWA?

Quadros: The Rat Pack era? I think the real Era would have a problem with that!

Franks: I think the real era already has a HUGE problem with Fandango and Recoba!

Recoba and Freddy each take a turnbuckle and holds their titles up in the air as the theme music continues to blast. The camera then focuses on all of the Rat Pack signs and t-shirts in the arena.

Franks: This can only mean good things for our merchandising department!

Quadros: And for Burger King.

Suddenly, a blurb runs across the screen that reads “21st Century Rat Pack’s Title Wins is brought to you by Pepsi!”

Franks: AND PEPSI!

PWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
M&M vs. The Era
Written by: Dan

Freddy Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the final of the PWA tag-team tournament and it is for the World Tag-Team Titles!

[An odd mashup of Kanye West’s “Stronger” and Alice in Chains’ “Man in a Box” hits as M&M appears on the stage to a rowdy ovation. McCormack appears to be favoring himself a little following his first match early in the evening, but with the Atlantic title slung triumphantly over his shoulder.]

Carl Franks: It will be interesting to see how London McCormack fairs here Ray. Will he be able to hold his weight after a big title match with Jackboot earlier tonight or will this be Bryce Michaels’ time to standout?

Ray Quadros: I think London may be next level stupid for allowing the PWA to double book him.

Franks: Double booked could make him a double champion.

Quadros: Or it could mean paralysis.

Freddy Ferdinand: Introducing team number one… at a total combined weight of 470 pounds, they are the team of “The Natural” Bryce Michaels and the PWA Atlantic Champion London McCormack!

Franks: Either way, the widely considered underdogs await their opponents.

["Back in the day....I dedicated my life to becoming a big rock and roll star....."

"Bait & Switch" by Saliva hits the PA and out from the curtain comes The Era, "The Franchise" Dade Davis, followed by "HotShot" Chris Michaels as blue pyro showers down from above. They have arrogant smiles on their faces as they stroll to the ring, forgoing the outstretched hands of fans in the arena. Davis slides into the ring under the bottom rope while Michaels makes his way in up the steps. Michaels goes to the near corner, climbs to the second rope and raises his arms in the air. Davis heads to the far corner, climbs to the second rope and arrogantly raises his chin to the crowd as yellow pyro shoots from the vacant corners.]

Freddy Ferdinand: And their opponents…at a total combined weight of 490 pounds, they are the team of “The Franchise” Dade Davis and “HotShot” Chris Michaels….The Era!

Quadros: Now this is what I am talking about!

Franks: A month ago, you despised these guys!

Quadros: But honestly, they may have the best interests of these tag titles in mind.

Franks: You are pathetic.

[Bell Sounds]

Franks: Michaels and McCormack now going after HotShot and Davis... they send HotShot into the ropes and follow it with a double dropkick that sends him out of the ring! London McCormack now climbs out of the ring, leaving Davis and Bryce Michaels to start things off. They lock up, Bryce Michaels using his weight to power Davis into the corner. Michaels with some fists to the gut. Davis is smiling and telling Michaels to hit him harder.

Quadros: Davis can take punches you idiot! He’s not Freddy Fandango for Christ’s sake.

Franks: Knees to the midsection of Davis, having no real affect. Davis is now taunting Michaels in front of the thousands screaming Norwegians in attendance. Michaels charges…drop toe hold and Michaels goes face first into the second turnbuckle!

Quadros: Whoa, did you feel that? I didn't know they get earthquakes in Norway.

Franks: What are you, in third grade? Davis now riding the back of Bryce Michaels, having The Natural locked in a sleeperhold.

Quadros: The Era may not even have to break a sweat tonight.

Franks: Davis has let go of the choke and lifts Michaels to his feet, Bryce Michaels with a big headbutt... he follows it with a HUGE dropkick, that'll send Davis down!! Michaels tags in London McCormack, and now Davis is trying to get to his corner...

Quadros: Reach Michaels, reach!

Franks: McCormack has Davis before he can make the tag! McCormack drops a knee into the stomach of The Franchise, now he mounts him and hammers away with elbows and fists to the face!!

Quadros: London McCormack deserves a lot of credit for going through with this match in his condition!! This man is really a dedicated athlete!

Franks: Or just a sadist! McCormack gets off, now he grabs Davis' leg and applies a legbar! He's really wrenching the leg of Davis, and the referee is checking to see if he wants to continue...

Quadros: Of course he wants to continue, what kind of champion doesn't?

Franks: He is not a champion yet Ray, just a former champion. HotShot is reaching as far as he can, he's almost falling into the ring, he's got a long reach, Davis just has to stretch! NO! McCormack releases the hold and charges Michaels and knocks him to the outside!!

Quadros: That's such a cheap shot, should be DQ'd!

Franks: As if The Era have never used an underhanded tactic, not that London McCormack did anything wrong actually.

Quadros: You're just jealous!

Franks: Sure....McCormack focusing back on Davis who nails a kick to the shin of McCormack, that had to hurt! Davis goes to his corner right as HotShot climbs back onto the apron and he makes the tag. McCormack goes for a clothesline, ducked by HotShot! HotShot with a boot to the midsection, double underhook DDT! He makes the cover....One…two…No! kick out!

Quadros: What a bogus count! Oh well, it gives Michaels and Davis another chance to cripple these guys for life!

Franks: What an awful thing to say.

Quadros: And I'm talking full paralysis! Nobody deserves to be prisoners in their own bodies more than these pretty boys.

Franks: Folks, I apologize for the comments of my broadcast partner.

Quadros: And I don't!

Franks: Michaels drags McCormack to his feet, short arm clothesline! McCormack hits the mat hard!

Quadros: That's a guaranteed whiplash! One step closer to paralysis!

Franks: Michaels lifting London to his feet, London fighting with punches to the midsection, the tides may be turning. Oh no! A big knee to the stomach of London McCormack. Just when things were looking brighter for the McCormack and Michaels team. Now Chris Michaels has him hooked... belly to back suplex! McCormack is really taking a beating.

Quadros: Did you expect anything else? I knew this was going to be a stance!

Franks: HotShot is in a 3-point stance, this can only mean one thing!

Quadros: Fourth and long?

Franks: I hate you sometimes…McCormack staggers to his feet in his corner, Michaels charges but McCormack side steps him and the veteran Chris Michaels slams his shoulder into the ring post. McCormack struggling to tag in Bryce Michaels, but he makes the tag.

Quadros: Oh no, here we go.

Franks: Michaels hits the ring with a fury! He pulls HotShot out of corner, he's got him hooked, vertical suplex! Michaels now steps over HotShot, putting all his weight on the former premiere champion's chest! That has to hurt!! He pulls HotShot to his feet then sends him right back don with a huge forearm to the back! Bryce Michaels now bounces off the ropes, look out below! Michaels with a big leg drop! The cover..One…two…no sir!

Franks: Davis runs in and breaks up the cover! Michaels gets to his feet and Davis stings some chops across his chest! Here comes McCormack in the ring and he'll chase Davis out of the ring. OOH, low blow by HotShot!!! The referee was distracted and HotShot seized the opportunity! Michaels's down and Now HotShot applies a modified dragon sleeper! This is putting a tremendous amount of pressure on the neck or Bryce Michaels! The referee checks with Michaels, who's trying to fight, but his breathing has to be cut off. McCormack now trying to get the crowd behind his teammate.

Quadros: It will never work!

Franks: Then why are the fans clapping and supporting M&M?

Quadros: For now.

Franks: The referee now lifting the arm of Bryce Michaels... it drops once. He lifts it again... it drops twice. Once more and this one's over! The referee lifts his arm and again and it dro... NO! Michaels keeps his arm up! He's fighting his way to his feet.... pure power right now, HotShot tries to hold on, oh my... Michaels stands up, holding HotShot on his shoulder....and he drives him down with a shoulder breaker, followed by a diving splash! HotShot is in trouble here! Michaels pulls HotShot to his feet and slams him down to the mat with a huge scoop slam! Michaels's taking advantage of his power advantage here! Bryce Michaels holds HotShot up and hits him with The Genesis!

Quadros: He's just trying to loll him into a false sense of security!

Franks: HotShot is down in the middle of the ring. Bryce Michaels bounces off the ropes, he's going for that rolling thunder and NO! HotShot rolls out of the way! He quickly dives to his corner and tags in Davis!! Bryce Michaels to his feet, Davis sends him down with a shoulder block! The Natural back to his feet.. Davis with an eye gouge.. that staggers Bryce. The referee now warning Davis, who just shrugs him off. Michaels grabbing his eyes... what's Davis doing? He’s going for that inverted DDT…The Franchiser! Michaels is down! He holds his face and crawls towards the corner... Davis now drops a knee to the small of Bryce’s back. Davis now with some knee strikes, that backs Bryce Michaels into the corner! Davis now climbs the ropes and hammers away on the face of Bryce Michaels with some open palm strikes... that sends Michaels sliding down onto his backside in the corner. Davis now laying the boots to Bryce Michaels, and now he's choking him with his boot! The referee pulling Davis away, and Davis has a few words for him... OOH, and here's a blatant choke by HotShot while the referee is preoccupied!

Quadros: This is the sign of real tag team champions, Franks! Teamwork!

Franks: Davis now pulls Michaels to his feet.. looks like he's going for No Class….

Quadros: This one's over!

Franks: NO! It's blocked by Michaels, who sends Davis down with a spinebuster!! Michaels rushes to his corner and tags in London McCormack! McCormack jumps over the ropes and immediately he's all over Davis with lefts and rights! He pulls Davis to his feet... Atomic Drop.. followed by a huge clothesline that sends Davis down! Davis gets back to his feet and is immediately met by a dropkick! McCormack now pointing the top rope... he climbs an leaps off with a flying elbow. That sends shockwaves through Davis’ body. One…two….no, Davis kicks out.

Quadros: This is getting out of hand.

Franks: Only in your mind and only because The Era’s backs are against the rope here. London with some boots into Davis’ gut and now he rolls The Franchise over while HotShot looks on unhappily. London is going to target the ankle as promised and he slaps that ankle lock on to Dade Davis who screams out in pain!

Quadros: Don’t do it! Don’t break it!

Franks: And here’s Chris Michaels with a quick boot to McCormack’s face to break up the hold.

Quadros: Success!

Franks: The move slightly fazes McCormack who is more than a little mad now. McCormack goes back to do work on Davis and…no! Davis catches him with a boot to the face, and London McCormack is down! Davis pulls him to his feet and sends him into the ropes, drop toe hold! Davis now with repeated knee drops into the back of the head of London McCormack! HotShot now chomping at the bit to get in... now that he's got a weakened opponent, of course!

Quadros: He doesn't want to overwork his partner!

Franks: Davis obliges and tags in the elder Era member. The two of them now pulls McCormack to his feet.. they send him into the ropes, Double Back body drop!! Wait, a mistake by The Era! They just back body dropped McCormack into his own corner! McCormack tags in Michaels and rolls out of the ring! Bryce Michaels hits the ring.. but here's another The Era double team! The Era hammers away on Michaels with some big chops to the chest! HotShot goes off the ropes and nails Michaels with a running knee to the chest, Bryce is down!

Quadros: The Era's taken complete control here!

Franks: Wait a second.. what's Davis doing? He's lining up London McCormack, who's getting to his feet on the outside of the ring.... There goes Davis... SUICIDE DIVE to the outside.. he rams McCormack into the guardrail.. but I think Davis hit his head! Both men are down!

Quadros: Davis, no!!

Franks: This is going to come down to Bryce Michaels and HotShot. Both men to their feet! HotShot with a running forearm, that staggers Bryce... now another... and another... Michaels is down to his knees! HotShot bounces off the ropes and NO!! Michaels jumps to his feet and catches him.. side effect! Bryce Michaels has just hit a side effect on Chris Michaels!

Quadros: No!!

Franks: Michaels now dragging HotShot to the corner, it looks like he's going to finish this one!! We're moments away from new champions!!

Quadros: Someone do something!

Franks: He has him up….it’s the C-4! The most explosive finisher in all of the PWA. Bryce Michaels has just handed himself and McCormack the tag-team titles! One……two……..no!!! He kicked out! Chris Michaels kicks out of the C-4! I don’t believe it and neither does Bryce. He just glares at the referee in shock!

Quadros: The old timer has a lot of spunk in him.

Franks: And Bryce has lost it! He is viciously pounding away at Chris Michaels now with reckless abandon. I have not seen this Bryce Michaels in…ever?! I think he has busted HotShot open…the eldest man in this match is now bleeding from an open wound on his forehead.

Quadros: DQ!

Franks: Anything for an Era win would please you.

Quadros: Pretty much.

Franks: McCormack is slowly pulling himself back up into the ring while Davis is holding his head and just now stirring on the arena floor. Michaels helping his partner up now as HotShot whips the crimson that is trickling down his face. The team of M&M is now discussing their next move, but Davis is slithering into the ring! Bryce sees him and coming and pushes his partner out of the ring just in time as Davis connects with a big lariat! Michaels just took a big one for the team!

Quadros: Yeah, seems like a good idea.

Franks: Bryce gets up just in time to be met with a Chris Michaels superkick! Davis catches the falling Natural and nails that vertebreaker….it’s execution by The Era! Quadros: Yes! Yes!

Franks: But wait, McCormack back in and he nails HotShot with a backcracker that sends HotShot bouncing to the floor! The noise catches Davis’ attention as he stops celebrating and turns around into a vicious spinebuster! McCormack locks in the ankle lock in the middle of the ring! Davis tries in vain to crawl to ropes as McCormack pulls him back….he can’t take it, Davis taps! Davis taps!

Quadros: Son of a ….

[Bell Sounds]

Freddy Ferdinand: Here are your winners and NEW PWA Tag-Team Champions….Bryce Michaels and London McCormack!

Quadros: NO!

Franks: M&M does it. It came down to who made a mistake last and M&M capitalized. An aching McCormack and half dazed Bryce Michaels are backing up the ramp in pure ecstasy holding those freshly minted tag titles high and proud. And look at The Era in the ring…blood covering Michaels face and Davis holding his ankle in terror at what he sees. The Era has failed tonight at Mob Rules!

JUST THE START
Written by: Neil

The brand spanking NEW Light Heavyweight Champion, Cross Recoba, is seen backstage sporting his new gold with pride. Where is Freddy Fandango? Talking to a Norwegian director of course! So there’s Cross, walking all alone in what he’ll surely regret later.

BAM!

All of a sudden Recoba gets speared from behind by a rolling stretcher! Pushing it on the other end is Captain Howdy with a look of burning anger in his eyes! He starts laying the stomps to Recoba in this impromptu attack!

Captain Howdy: Nadia!!

He pulls Recoba back up and launches him into a architectural pillar with a release German suplex! Cross Recoba clutches his head in pain and rolls around.

Captain Howdy: For you Nadia!!

Howdy drags the battered Recoba up and straps him down to the stretcher. He begins to wheel the struggling Cross Recoba down the hallway before pushing him down the food court stairs! Recoba, strapped to the stretcher bounces violently with each step until the stretcher rolls over onto the floor down below! Horrified Norwegian fans look on while Captain Howdy stares down the steps at the broken stretcher and Cross Recoba.

Captain Howdy: That’s just a start for you Santino.

PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
- Stairway to X Match -
Jason Sandman vs. Jake Keeton vs. Terminus ©
Written by: Andrew

"The only difference..."

(Jason Sandman is shown nailing Terminus with the Crippling Effect, and then pinning him to win the PWA World Heavyweight Championship at the previous Mob Rules PPV.)

"Between Friends and Family..."

(Terminus is shown choking out Jason with the Wave of Mutilation, and then hanging him to conclude the Final Solution Match at Point of No Return.)

"Is how much they can hurt one another."

(A montage of the two men hitting some of their best known signature moves throughout the course of their matches is shown as Pantera's "This Love" plays in the background. As soon as the lyrics "I'd kill myself for you, I'd kill you for myself" are heard, the highlight sequence fades from the screen, and the camera focuses in upon the sight of the PWA World Heavyweight Championship belt that is suspended in the middle of of the "X" created by the two wires over the ring.)

Ferdinand: "The following contest is our Main Event of the evening, is for the PWA Heavyweight Championship of the World! The match will be held under Stairway to X rules, meaning that the competitor who pulls down the title belt from the wires will be declared the victor and champion of the federation!!"

Franks: It's often been stated that those who have aren't able to learn from the past are doomed to repeat it. Well, it's now up to Terminus to prove to us that he can learn from the experience of losing his PWA World Heavyweight Championship to Jason Sandman at the first Mob Rules PPV, and secure a different result this time around!

Quadros: And, it's up to Jason Sandman to prove to his old friend that sometimes history repeats itself, whether people learn from the experience or not. Something tells me that this particular verse will be the same as the first, and that once again, Sandman will be the one to end a lengthy Terminus championship reign!

Franks: Well, I certainly wouldn't rule out the possibility because if there's one thing we can all agree on, it's that one never knows what will happen when these two face one another inside the ring.Let's see what takes place this time around, shall we?

("Live Your Way" begins to play over the sound system as the infamous "Deal With It Bitch Productions Presents logo" appears on the teletron, followed by the message "Nothing Pays Off for Pussy Motherfuckers".)

"You ain't brave
You're just a slave to the ones you blame
Afraid it'll go away
Pray that it's gonna stay

'Cause nothing pays off for pussy motherfuckers..."

(When the opening words are heard the name of Jason Sandman shows up on the teletron as highlights of some of his biggest victories in the PWA appear on the screen. Sandman comes out of the entranceway and as the crowd whistles and boods he raises his singapore cane and a steel chair wrapped in barbwire in the air as a burst of pyro shoots off. Taking no notice of the figure of Terrance Weatherbee as the latter appears behind him at the entrance ramp, Sandman simply runs down to the ring, throwing the cane and chair over before sliding under the ropes and staring at the entrance of the stadium as he awaits the arrival of his opponent.)

Ferdinand: "Introducing first, the challenger....He hails from Norfolk, VA, and weighed in at 295 lbs...He is a two-time PWA Atlantic Champion, and a former PWA World Heavyweight Champion...Ladies and gentlemen, the number one contender to the PWA World Heavyweight Championship...."The New Age Punisher"....Jason Sandman!

(As "I Wear My Skin" starts to play over the sound system, the lights go dim, and the crowd rises to their feet as twin columns of red fireworks shower sparks the top of the stage . The lighting becomes a bit brighter, revealing the figure of Terminus standing at the top of the stage.)

I wear my skin like it’s not a problem
Or is it a problem for you?
My past writes the page I walk on
Today writes the past for

Ferdinand: And his opponent...Hailing from Halifax, Nova Scotia...He weighs 190lbs, and is the reigning and defending PWA World Heavyweight Champion...Making the fifth defense of his second title reign...He is the "Eternal Champion"....Terminus!!!

(The crowd continues to cheer as highlights of the matches that have taken place throughout the course of his second title reign flicker across the screen. The champion acknowledges the positive reaction with a slight nod of the head, but for the most part keeps his attention focused upon the ring as he makes his way down the ramp. As he reaches the ring, the masked man stares directly at the figure of Weatherbee at ringside and draws his thumb across his throat, before sliding under the bottom rope, and crouching down in the corner as he levels a withering gaze in the direction of his opponent. Jason returns the glare with a cold stare of his own as his lips part into a nasty grin and as the crowd buzzes in anticapation, Referee Andy Sheppard decides to dispense with the idea of issuing any final instructions and simply signals the timekeeper to ring the bell to begin the match.)

* Ding! Ding! Ding! *

(The two competitors continue to level icy stares at one another as they step out of their respective corners and begin to circle the ring. After a moment, they lock up, and spend a couple of seconds jockeying for position until the challenger uses his size advantage to power his rival toward the ropes. Terminus drops to one knee to avoide being pushed back any further, but this allows Jason the chance to gain control with a side headlock. Before the champion can react, Sandman transitions into a rear waistlock and then slams his rival down onto his stomach with a nice amateur wrestling takedown. Keeping a hold of the waistlock, Jason then deadlifts him into the air and then drops him right back down with a textbook Karelin Lift Suplex, and then quickly floats over and applies a front chancery and breaks out a smile as he watches his rival squirm in discomfort before releasing the hold so that he can rub his face against the mat by the back of the head!)

*THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR HEEL POP!*

(Jason then backs off with a self-satsified expression and motions a clearly unimpressed Terminus to come forward and try his luck once more. The masked man slowly nods his head as he rises to his feet and then steps forward to engage in another lock-up. Once again, Jason begins the bull his rival back toward the corner, but this time the champion uses his rival's momentum against him by twisting himself into a deep armdrag that sends Sandman skidding along the mat. More angered than hurt, Jason springs back to his feet and charges at his rival again, only to have the champion duck underneath his rival's clutches and apply a top wristlock from behind. Before his rival can react, the masked man leaps into the air, scissors his arm between his legs and then rolls forward into a tight Short-Arm Scissors in order to do additional damage to his rival's arm!)

Franks: Smart thinking by Terminus to target the arm in this match, because even though a submission won't earn him the victory, if will make Jason's task of pulling himself across the wire that much harder if his arm is damaged.

(Jason winces in pain as his rival begins to exert pressure upon the hold, but he keeps cool and eventually works himself into position where he can roll backward to his feet before deal-lifting his rival into the air. Sandman then drops forward into a modified Hotshot, causing Terminus to land throat-first across the top cable. The champion staggers backward just as Jason begins to rise, and the Virginia native takes advantage of the opening to grab his rival in a Full Nelson and then lifts him high into the air and drives him down into the mat with a thunderous Slam! OH! Terminus lies on the canvas with his back arched in pain and Sandman takes a second to admire his handiwork before making his way over toward the nearest corner to make the first attempt at grabbing the belt.)

Quadros: Looks like we're about to get our first attempted wire climb, and my question is, will the wire snap into two the first time that Jason tries to hang off of it!?

(Sandman ascends the turnbuckles as quickly as he can, and then reaches up uncertainly to grab onto the wire. Taking a deep breath, Jason then edges forward off the top rope and hangs off the wire, which bends noticably under his weight. For a moment, the challenger seems seems to debate the idea of going back to the corner, and finding some other method to grab onto the belt, but then mouths the words "fuck it" as he shinnys forward on the wire, which miraculously doesn't snap fron the weight of close to 300 pounds hanging off of it. Jason egdes a little closer to the belt...and a little closer....and is almost at the point where he can reach out to grab it when a now recovered Terminus thwarts that plan by leaping onto the rope before leaping off into a Springboard Roundhouse Kick that catches Jason flush in the face, casuing the larger man to lose his grip on the wire and crash to the mat!)

Franks: Spectacular move from Terminus to knock Jason off the wire and keep his hopes of victory alive!

(The champion climbs back to his feet and stares through narrow eyes at his opponent as he watches him begin to rise, before leaping up and nailing him with a picture perfect Dropsault that connects with such force that it sends Sandman hurtling through the arena ropes and to the stadium floor! As sections of the crowd begin to chant his name, Terminus watches as Jason staggers back to his feet, shaking his head in an effort to collect his bearings. As soon as that happens, he proceeds to sprint forward and somersault through the ropes into a High-Speed Tope that sends Sandman flying into the guard-rail! Dusting himself off, the champ then returns the favor from earlier in the match by ramming his opponent's head into the steel barricade and then leaves him on the floor as he hops onto the ring apron and the vaults to the top of the corner to make his own attempt at grabbing the strap.)

*HIGH RISK MOVE POP!*

(Terminus begins to make his way toward the center of the X, and the crowd volume increases with every inch of progress that he makes. After a few moments, the man known as the "Eternal Champion" reaches ring center, and reaches out and grabs the belt between the tips of his fingers...At the exact same moment when Sandman slides under the bottom rope and re-enters the ring with his trusty barbed wire steel chair in his hand! Acting with a speed born of desperation, Jason charges over and leaps up, swinging the chair over his head into a blow that connects against the ribs of his rival! CRACK! OH! The Canadian loses his grip on the wire and drops to floor in a crouched position that allows Sandman to follow up with a second chair shot that connects flush across his back and shoulders! CRACK! Terminus falls flat on his face, quivering helplessly on the mat, and Sandman nods down at Weatherbee, who smirks and nods at ringside as he watches the carnage that's taking place inside the ring.)

Franks: Well, while I have to admit that the champion's method of knocking Jason off the wire as a bit flashier, this method was equally effective!

Quadros: Sandman certainly can swing a chair with the best of them, and if Terminus didn't know that before, he sure as hell will in the very near future!

(Sandman breaks out into a sick, sinister grin of his own as he stares down at his rival, before raising his chair over his head and driving it down across the back of Terminus again...and again...and yet ANOTHER time! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Sandman then props up the chair up, and then pulls the stricken champion up to his feet before hoisting him into the air and driving him down HARD across the chair with a brutal High Angle Side Slam! OOOOH!!! Terminus lies on the mat with his back arched in pain, but Jason isn't content to leave matters at that, and he hauls the champion back to his feet and whips him hard into the ropes before gathering him up on the rebound and driving him him down onto the chair with a savage Spinebuster! That sick grin grows even wider as the challenger stares down at the masked man, before placing the chair across his torso and making his way toward the nearest corner and scaling the turnbuckles. For a moment, Jason appears to contemplate working his way across the whire, but then he flips backward off the ropes into a MOONSAULT DOUBLE STOMP THAT DRIVES THE STEEL CHAIR INTO THE TORSO OF TERMINUS!!!)

*THAT WAS TRULY SADISTIC, BUT CERTAINLY IMPRESSIVE HEEL POP!*

Quadros: RING THE F'N BELL!!!

Franks: At this point, I almost wish that the referee would ring the bell, because this is getting very hard to watch!

(The champion cries out in agony and lies gasping on the mat in fetal position, and Sandman nods in satisfaction at what he's done before propping the chair up once more and then standing on top of it as he reaches up to grab a hold of the belt! At that point, Andy Sheppard steps forward and tries to order Jason down from the chair while advising him that it's against the rules to use any other device but the line to reach the belt, and that he'll throw out the match if he stays on that chair for one second longer! Rolling his eyes as he mouths the words "For Fuck's Sake", Jason leaps up and grabs a hold of the wire near the belt, and then glares down at the official for a moment before egdging closer and grabbing a hold of the belt with one hand! Tug! Nope! It's strapped pretty tightly and stays suspened on the line. Gritting his teeth, Sandman swings on the line and lifts his legs up to hook them across the wire, before reaching grabbing a hold of the belt with both hands to unstrap it and pull it down...)

Quadros: NEW CHAMPION!!!!

(But, just as he's about to do so, Terminus pulls himself back to his feet and then goes wide-eyed as he sees what's about to happen! Acting quickly, the champion runs forward, steps off the chair and then grabs a hold of the wire directly behind the horizontal form of Jason. Before Sandman can react, the champion then swings out with his legs so that his knees are against Sandman's back, and then reaches out to grab Jason fron behind by the throat before pulling him down into a LUNG BLOWER OFF THE WIRE THAT SENDS BOTH MEN CRASHING TO THE RING BELOW!!!)

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Franks: DEAR GOD! DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN, WHAT DID WE JUST WITNESS!?

Quadros: NO WAY DID THAT JUST HAPPEN! NO BLOODY WAY!

(Both men, of course, remain on the canvas following that last move, and look more or less dead as a very concerned Andy Sheppard checks on their condition. After a couple of long, tense moments, Terminus begins to stir, and begins to drag himself off the mat with the aid of the ropes. Sandman begins to do the same, and The two long-time friends stagger toward one another and meet in the center of the ring, and the crowd volume becomes even louder as the two men start to exchange heavy blows with everything that they've got!)

*HOW THE HELL ARE THESE GUYS ABLE TO STAND, LET ALONE KEEP FIGHTING RESPECT POP!*

(Sandman initiates the brawl by connecting with hard right hand that causes Terminus to stagger, and steps forward to press the issue only to be met with a counter left hook that stops him in his tracks! The champion then connects and then tries to follow with a leaping Superman Punch to the chin, only to have Jason side step the attack and respond with an uppercut to the chin that causes his foe's head to snap back on his shoulders! Sandman then follows up with a roaring elbow that sends the champion reeling back into the ropes, and then sends him into the other set of strands before charing forward into a Yakuza Kick that's designed to take his head off! NO! Terminus performs a baseball slide to avoid being decapitated and then proceeds to leap into the air and catch his opponent in the back of the head with an Enzuigiri just as Sandman begins to turn around! OH! Jason flops onto his knees, and the champion follows up by stepping off his opponent's back into a Standing Moonsault Double Knee Drop that squashes his rival into the mat!)

Franks: Somehow, after taking a harrowing beating earlier in the match, Terminus has found a way to turn the match back in his favor!

Quadros: Well, as much as I hate to admit it, the man's damned tough, and that's part of the reason why he's been champion for such a long time.

(Taking a couple of deep breaths in order to collect himself after the beating that he suffered earlier, Terminus stares down at Jason with a look in his eyes that indicates his desire to return the favor in the most brutal manner possible. To that end, he grabs the discarded steel chair in his hand and waits for Jason to rise off the canvas before leaping into the air and driving the chair into his face with a nasty Spinning Heel Kick! Jason crashes onto his back, and Terminus takes the steel chair in hand once more before ramming the butt end of it directly into the bridge of his rival's nose! THUNK! Jason rolls around on the canvas, clutching his face, and champion stares down at him with a predatory glint in his eye as he pulls him up by the hair, and then cinches in a tight muay thai clinch before burying a series of Knees into his rival's gut to double him over before nailing him with a Falling Facebreaker that sends him sprawling backward against the turnbuckles of the nearest corner!)

Quadros: Oh oh! This doesn't look good for Jason, because being stuck in the corner against a guy who can hurt you in so many different ways is the last place anyone wants to be!

(After taking a moment to assess the situation, the champion places the chair on the canvas near the corner as the watches Sandman struggle to rise and then races forward and nails him with a beautiful Corner Backflip Kick. Landing gracefully on his feet, the masked man then proceeds grab Jason as he stumbles forward from the impact of the blow and then hops onto the top turnbuckle and spins himself into a Tornado DDT that causes Jason to land head-first against the steel chair on the mat! THUNK! Terminus kips up to his feet, and smiles slightly through his mask as he stares down at the now badly bleeding form of Jason, and then begins to climb the turnbuckles of the corner. The crowd rises to his feet, thinking that he'll make another attempt to grab the belt, but then their cheering grows even louder as they watch him scale the tower from which the wire is suspended and climb the first rung, and then stare out into the throng in attendance before giving that famous throat slash taunt and leaping off into an ELEVATED PHOENIX SPLASH THAT CONNECTS FLUSH ACROSS THE PRONE FORM OF JASON!)

*OFF THE CHARTS FINISHER POP!*

Franks: OH MY...!!! TERMINAL VELOCITY OFF THE TOWER!!!??? THAT'S REMARKABLE!!!

Quadros: And Supid! I understand that Terminus wanted to make certain that Sandman stayed down for good, but I think he may well have done just as much damage to himself in the process!

(And, indeed, the champion does crumple to the mat after connecting with this move, and clutches his ribs as he lies on the mat and desperately tries to catch his breath. However, Jason looks to be just about written off as he lies motionless upon the mat, and continues to do so throughout the entire time that it takes the champion to regain his wind. Slowly the Canadian drags himself back to his feet, and then makes his way toward the corner and climbs the turnbuckles, before venturing out onto the wire and pulling himself closer and closer toward the belt. The crowd volume reaches deafening levels as he reaches out and grabs a hold of the belt with one hand...and then the other as he hooks his leg around the wires! Terminus starts to go about the task of trying to unstrap the belt to win the match....)

Franks: TERMINUS RETAINS!!!

(...But is so focused upon this that he fails to see that Jason has somehow managed to drag himself upright and is making his way toward him with a look of determination in his eyes. Shouting "No you fucking don't!" Jason leaps up and grabs Terminus by the hair and wrenches him down so that he loses his grip upon the belt and is hanging upside down across the wire! Without wasting a moment, Jason then proceeds to grab his rival and pull him down into his arms before immediately dropping him down head first into the mat with the Ganso Bomb that he refers to as THE FIRST BORN'S DEMISE!!!!)

*SICK IMPACT FINISHER FROM HELL POP!!!*

(Jason flops down for a moment and wipes away the blood from the cut on his forehead as he lies breathing heavily and looking exhausted as a result of the efforts that he's put into winning this match. Still, he looks to be in far better shape than Terminus who lies twitching on the canvas after taking that move. Rising to his feet, Jason pulls his rival up by the hair and then doubles him over with a kick to the gut before gathering him up and sending him flying head-first into the top turnbuckle of the nearest corner! OH! NEW AGE FACELIFT! The masked man slumps against the corner, and Jason follows up with a very nice Running Corner Dropkick to the back of the head that sends the champion crashing down onto his back! After taking a moment to stomp down hard across his rival's throat, the challenger then scales the turnbuckles once again and then begins to pull himself along the wire so that he can reclaim that he won last year against the same man he's facing inside the ring!)

Quadros: Sandman has certainly lived him to his moniker as the NEW New Age Punisher in this match, and I just don't see any way that the champion can recover in time after the series of high-impact moves that he's sustained over the past couple of minutes!

( Sandman makes steady progress toward the center of the X and after a few moments makes to the center of the ring and begins to tug on the belt with all of his might. Somehow, Terminus is starting to drag himself upright with the help of the ropes, but Jason doesn't give a shit because he's got a fucking belt to win! "Come on!" Tug! The belt starts to loosen a little Come on"! Tug! A little more! "Come the fuck ON! T-NO! Jason doesn't get the chance to yank the belt down with this final tug because Terminus leaps through the air at him with Springboard Dropkick that catches him flush in the back of the head and knocks him to the mat below! However, the champion also lands hard on the mat and both men remain on the canvas following that last exchange. )

Quadros: God damn it! Sandman was so close!

( Even though he was the recipient of the last move, Jason is still able to climb to his feet before his adversary and then stares at him with anger as the latter climbs to his feet. Sandman looks to vent this anger by charging forward into an attempted Venom's Strike Lariat! NO! Terminus arches back into a Matrix and then flips backward into a Spinning Headscissors Takedown that sends Jason sprawling to the mat once again! Terminus springs to his feet just as a disoriented Jason begins to rise and then lays into him with a series of alternating shoot kicks to the torso, followed by a spinning back kick then doubles him over, and sets him up perfectly for the Fisherman DDT that spikes him head-first into the mat! OH! SANDS OF TIME! Terminus applies the small package...not to pin him of course, but so that he can roll him back to his feet and then take him over into a Fisherman Suplex...which is then rolled into a second Fisherman Suplex...which, in turn is rolled into a Fisherman Buster that leaves Jason lying motionless on the mat!)

*AWESOME CHAIN WRESTLING SEQUENCE FACE POP!*

(Terminus looks to have be exhausted from the effort of executing this move sequence, and also appears to have aggravated the damage that's been done to his torso. As a result, it takes him a few moments to catch his breath and drag himself up so that he can climb the corner in order to claim the victory in this contest. Venturing out upon the wire, the Canadian winces in pain with every move that he makes, but mamages to pull himself toward the center of the X , not taking any notice of the fact that Jason has somehow managed to drag himself to his feet and is now climbing up the ropes behind him. The masked man nearly loses his grip, but manages to catch himself by garbbing a hold of the belt with one hand...and then grabs a hold of it with the other! Terminus is now hanging off the belt, trying like hell to pull it down...while Jason has now finished climbing up the tower and is perched on top of it...psyching himself up for a moment before LEAPING OFF THE TOWER INTO A FLYING GORE THAT CONNECTS AGAINST HIS OPPONENT'S BACK!!!!!!!)

* IF I DIDN'T SEE IT WITH MY OWN EYES I WOULD NEVER HAVE THOUGHT SOMETHING LIKE THAT COULD HAPPEN HIGH SPOT POP!*

(Sandman crashes hard to the canvas! Terminus crashes hard to the canvas! And the belt flies off the wire and also crashes to the canvas, landing near the edge of the ring between the two competitors! At this point, Terrance Nigel Weatherbee makes his presence known in the mat by reaching out for the belt as he calls out to Jason in order to get his attention. Andy Sheppard asks Mr. TNW what the hell he thinks he's doing, and Weatherbee responds that he's doing what's right for the company, and to mind his own business or risk termination of employment. Weatherbee is so intent upon making this point that he fails to notice that the figure of CAPTAIN HOWDY has emerged from the crowd and is now standing behind him with a slight smile flickering across his face!)

Quadros: What's HE doing out here!?

(Mr, TNW wants to know the same thing, and the Captain smiles pleasantly and responds that he's enjoying the match and just wanted to get a better view of the affair. Weatherbee tells him that he should find some place else because his presence isn't needed or required here. Howdy's features darken at the sound of these words, nor doee he look all that thrilled about the fact that TNW emphasized these remarks by repeatedly poking his finger in the Captain's chest. So, the Captain makes his displeasure known by grabbing TNW's finger and bending it at an unnatural angle, while stating in a calm tone of voice that he has as much business to be here as certain other individuals. Weatherbee goes a deathly shade of pale from the pain, and maybe from the look that he sees on Howdy's face, and the Captain's smile grows just a little bit wider...Before it disappears completely when he's struck from behind by a masked figure that looks strikingly similar to Terminus, save for the fact that the color scheme of that attire is reverse so that black is the dominant color.)

Franks: Oh, for the love of...not THIS again!

Quadros: Hey, if the Captain can come down to ringside to get a better view of the action, then so can he!

(While the former incarnation of Terminus assumes the rear mount and rains down forearms upon the back of Howdy's head, and TNW busies himself with the task of stomping away at the prone form of the Captain, Jason Sandman and Terminus are pulling themselves off the mat. Sandman is up first, and his eyes go wide as he lunges toward the belt...only to have this attempt thwarted when the champion grabs him by the leg and pulls him away from the title strap and into an Snap Legsweep DDT! Terminus then lunges for the belt the belt, only to have Sandman reach out grab him by the leg and pull him back into his grasp before taking him over into a deadlift German Suplex...before pulling him up and nailing him with a second German Suplex....before pulling him up for a third time and attempting to complete the Hat Trick with a third German Suplex! NO! Terminus flips out of the attempt and lands on his feet, and then grabs Jason and takes him down with a Cobra-Clutch Legsweep that leaves both men on the mat yet again! )

(An exhausted Terminus pulls himself up to his knees and contemplates lunging for the belt, only to think better of it when he sees Jason beginning to stir. Hauling him back to his feet, the champion doubles him over with a kick to the gut and then tries to lift him up into the Snap Butterfly Piledriver called Requiem Aeternam! Blocked! Sandman shifts his weight and then counters with a Manhattan Drop, before doubling his rival over with a kick to the gut and attempting to plant him with the Package Piledriver that he calls the Honorable Death...Only to have the champion flip out of the attempt! Terminus then spins around and races forward into an attempted STO...Only to have Sandman use his rival's momentum to take him over into a Northern Lights Suplex! In one smooth motion, Sandman flips back to his feet and then picks him up so that he can plant him with the Air Raid Crash and complete THE CRIPPLING EFFECT...)

Quadros: THIS IS IT! HISTORY REPEATS IT AND THIS WAS THE MOVE THAT BEAT TERMINUS LAST YEAR!

(Only to have the champion somehow be able to hook his rival's arms and then flip forward into the Butterfly Flipping Piledriver that he calls the LAST WORD!!! )

*STADIUM SHAKING BIG MATCH FINISHER OUT OF NOWHERE POP!*

(Sandman lands on his face, but instinctively reaches out for the belt, and his hand hovers over for one moment...

Until Terminus uses the very last bit of energy that he has to roll forward and pull the belt away from Sandman and into his grasp!)

*DING! DING! DING! *

*MASSIVE RESPECT POP FOR THE INSANE MATCH JUST WITNESSED!!!*

Ferdinand: Here is your winner of the contest...and STILL PWA World Heavyweight Champion...TERRRRRRMINUSSSSSSS!!!!!!

As Terminus cradles the belt against his chest, Jason Sandman crawls over to the corner empty handed after The Stairway to X match. He finally pulls himself up by the ropes and sees Terrence N. Weatherbee standing on the apron with a pissed off look on his face. Jason Sandman just looks at him as he points towards the body of Terminus who himself is slowly getting up himself. Jason tries talking to TNW, but no avail. Jason just shrugs his shoulders and heads over to the World Champion and pulls him to his feet. Jason grabs his former best friend and sets him up for a powerbomb, before seeing Glen Watts slide in under the bottom rope and motions that he wants to be the one that takes out Terminus. Jason Sandman smiles and lifts Terminus up in the powerbomb position. Watts for his part grabs Terminus for a reverse DDT and is about to drop back when Sandman throws Terminus off his shoulders and Terminus nails Watts with an assisted slice bread # 2.

*WHAT THE HELL PLEASANT SURPRISE POP FACE POP!*

Weatherbee comes storming into the ring wanting to know what the hell just happened. He spins Sandman around yelling at him for letting Terminus get the upper hand. Jason just smiles before plowing through Weatherbee with a Venoms Strike closeline. Sandman pulls Weatherbee up and pulls him up for a Honorable Death, at the same time Terminus pulls Watts up for The Requiem Aeternam and both men are dropped on their head at the same time.

Jason Sandman walks over to the corner and starts pulling the pads off the steel, while Terminus locks Watts into submission hold known as The Test of Time. Weatherbee is trying to crawl out of the ring, but Sandman is having none of that as he grabs TNW by his belt and drags Weatherbee into the corner. Sandman pulls Daz’s lawyer up to his feet and mouths something to him before giving TNW the same fate that Keeton received a week earlier. Jason Sandman looks down at the carnage he just caused and then rolls out of the ring looking to get his chair. Upon finding it on the ringside floor Jason looks up and smiles as he sees the Captain has slid under the bottom rope into the ring and after nodding in the direction of Terminus, applied his Back to the RoCKing Horse submission finisher upon the battered form iof Weatherbee.

The Captain: Now, Terrance, I hope that you've learnt your lesson, because sometimes when people involve themselves into affairs that they shouldn't, then there's a chance that they could end up getting hurt.

Badly hurt. Case in point...

Smiling in the direction of the reigning champion, the Captain says something to him that causes him to break the hold he's applied to Watts. Terminus then watches as the Captain drags the former terminus to his feet and then lifts him up and plants him with the Brainbuster that he calls the Widowmaker! OH!

Jason Sandman is about to slide back into the ring when he hears Wren Chesney’s voice over the speakers.

Wren: Sandman you have finally done it. As far as I am concerned you just cost yourself your job, but if you enter that ring again I can guarantee you that you will be arrested for attempted murder.

Jason just smiles as he looks into the ring and then back at Wren and starts his way up the ramp. Wren slowly starts backing up and yelling for security as she sees Sandman’s eyes locked in. Of course the crowd isn’t helping either.

Crowd: Fuck her up, Sandman, fuck her up. (clap clap)

Hammerfist security comes running out from the back and positions themselves between Sandman and Wren. Jason stops in his tracks and looks at all the men protecting the board member. Jason points out into the crowd and then runs up the ramp throwing blow after blow making his way through security. Other members of Hammerfist are making their way toward the ring, and Howdy looks at the bemused champion and tells him that he should probably be going and then extends his hand toward the champion. After a moment, the champion accepts the offer of the handshake and then smiles through his mask as he watches him leave before standing over the prone form of Weatherbee and raising the belt over his head as the shot begins to fade!