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Violation 62: Kings of Europe Sunday, April 26th, 2009 O2 World Arena in Berlin, Germany WHERE'S MY GIRL? Written by: Dan -Pierce goes sprinting down the hallway. Shortly behind him is his large German counterpart, who is huffing and puffing from all the running. Pierce sprints directly past VCR. As Jackboot is just beginning to catch up to Pierce, he turns around to make it back to VCR. Jackboot rolls his eyes and turns back to follow him. Pierce: Excuse me good sir, have you seen my girlfriend? She’s supposed to be accompanying me to the ring tonight. -VCR looks at him confused. To his knowledge he knows of no girlfriend, although he doesn’t know a lot about Pierce either. Pierce: You know, the girl who runs this place. VCR: Wren runs this place. Pierce: Yeah. -Again VCR looks confused. Jackboot looks as if he should clear this up, but is still too out of breath. VCR: So who are you looking for? Pierce: The lady who runs this place. VCR: Wren runs this place. Pierce: Right. -Jackboot looks to chime in, but Pierce cuts him off. Pierce: Forget it, you’re no help. -Pierce takes off running, much to the distaste of Jackboot who continues to follow him. REGULAR RULES Red Dragon vs. Pierce Cavanaugh Written by: John *Red Dragon begins to hesitate for a moment, and then he starts to go after the left arm of Pierce Cavanaugh. Unfortunately, Pierce immediately scouts out the Dragon’s weakness and begins firing a series of forearms to the head. Pierce sends the Dragon for the ride; after bouncing off the ropes, Dragon runs right into a dropkick, which staggers the “Minister of Evil.” Pierce then takes his opponent and performs a standing hurracanrana—before wrapping his opponent into his patented triangle choke!* RAY: WHOA! CARL: I don’t think Pierce was wasting any time tonight! *The Dragon begins flailing away as he’s clamped down pretty good in the Invalidation. Unfortunately, he has no choice but to tap; Just as soon as the match began, Upshaw calls for the bell as the crowd stands for what could be a record-breaker as "Prayer of the Refugee" plays again.* (DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING!!!!) CARL: My God, we might have a record here! *After confirming with the timekeeper, Freddy delivers his announcement.* FREDDY: Ladies and gentlemen, in ELEVEN SECONDS, the winner of this match: PIERCE CAVANAUGH!!! The eleven second match time has been declared a new PWA record! RAY: Oh my! CARL: Eleven seconds Ray—and boy did Pierce ever redeem himself after choking last week!? RAY: He did. REGULAR RULES Tony Field vs. Cross Recoba Written by: Neil “30/30-150” by Stone Sour begins to play and out steps Tony Field. He shows off his ASC tattoo as he walks down to the ring and begins playing the Berlin crowd. Berlin replies with a round of boos for Field. “Space Dementia” by Muse kicks back up and out steps Cross Recoba and Freddy Fandango. Recoba looks out towards Tony Field and waves off Freddy Fandango. Recoba wants this one all himself. Franks: Cross Recoba is waving off Freddy Fandango, Ray. Quadros: Aw man, no 21st Century Rat Pack antics this week? Boo! Referee Pierre French calls for the bell to get this match underway. The stare down continues as Tony Field confidently taunts the smaller Cross Recoba to hit him as a little revenge for what happened back in the day. Screw that says Recoba as he jumps up and dropkicks Tony Field square in the face! Tony Field falls backwards but quickly gets up in a rage. He charges as Cross Recoba only to be taken down with a drop toe hold. Recoba rolls over Tony Field to attempt a head submission but Tony Field shucks him off and gets to his feet over in the corner. Franks: I think we have ourselves a little extra going on from the old Chicago days, Ray. Quadros: Field’s father had Recoba’s father killed. Must be a nice business to get into. Would you have me killed, Carl? Franks: Yes. Quadros: Not cool. Tony Field takes his time over in the corner as Referee French ushers him to get back into this match-up. But apparently he has a game plan and that involves him standing right in that corner all night. So Cross Recoba runs over with a forearm smash but Tony Field ducks out of the corner with no problem this time. Recoba turns around and Tony Field nails him right in the kisser with a good old fashion right hand! Cross Recoba falls onto his back from the shot and Tony Field jumps on for a cover! 1...2...KICK OUT! Now Tony Field has Recoba right where he wants him, on the canvass. A series of Italiano stomps by Tony Field keeps the 21st Century Rat Pack member down. Tony Field runs towards the ropes, bounces off, and drops a knee to the head of Recoba! Another cover! 1...2...KICK OUT! Tony Field pulls Cross Recoba up by the hair and executes a swift vertical suplex. Recoba arcs his back for a moment but is kicked back down with a follow up stomp by Tony Field. Field is feeling mighty confident as he takes his time pulling Recoba up. Franks: Tony Field now has control in this match. Quadros: I like this guy. Power twisting backbreaker by Tony Field on Recoba and he attempts another pinfall! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Tony Field pulls Cross Recoba up for a Russian leg sweep but Recoba throws an elbow into the back of Field’s head to get away. A series of forearm shots by Recoba backs Tony Field up. Irish whip by Recoba. Reversed by Tony Field. Cross Recoba off of the ropes and catches Tony Field square in the chin with a lightning leg lariat! Tony Field pops back up and tries another bull rush. Arm drag by Recoba. Up is Tony Field again and one more time he finds himself arm dragged. Tony Field attempts to regain control one more time but once again he finds himself on the wrong end of an arm drag! Tony Field rolls out of the ring to collect himself for a moment but by the time that happens Cross Recoba flies out of the ring and on top of him with a spring board body splash! The crowd gives Cross Recoba a nice round of applause as he rises to his feet and rolls Tony Field back into the ring. Follow up double knee drop to the face by Cross Recoba as he looks for the pin fall. 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Cross Recoba applies an arm bar submission. Referee French asks Tony Field if he wants to quit? NO! Franks: Cross Recoba is taking it to Tony Field now. Quadros: Too bad Freddy Fandango isn’t out here to see this. Tony Field fights his way back to a vertical base out of the submission and attempts a backdrop. But Cross Recoba rolls through and lands on his feet. Swinging neck breaker by Cross Recoba once again drops Field to the mat. Running towards the ropes this time, Recoba comes off with a speedy elbow drop before hooking the leg again. 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Cross Recoba brings Tony Field up to his feet and attempts a suplex. Blocked by Tony Field. Another attempt by Recoba. Another block and now reversed into a snap suplex of his own by Tony Field! Tony Field looks to regain some momentum as he bulls the rising Cross Recoba into a corner with a shoulder block. Another shoulder to the midsection and another takes the wind out of the Recoba’s lungs. Now Field starts blasting away on Recoba’ back with some hammer blows in the corner as Referee French wants a clean break. 1! 2! 3! 4! Tony Field backs away just in time but shoots back in with a kick to the midsection. Double arm wringing overhead suplex by Tony Field sends Cross Recoba across the ring! In comes Tony Field for the win! 1!…2!…THRE…NO! KICK OUT! Franks: What a move there by Tony Field to almost get the victory! Tony Field pulls up Cross Recoba and whips him towards the ropes. Cross Recoba returns with a cross body but Tony Field catches him in mid air with a tilt-a-whirl back breaker! Another cover by Tony Field! 1!…2!…KICK OUT! He has some unkind words with Referee French over the count speed in this match. Tony Field pulls Cross Recoba up and hoists him into the air for a vertical suplex. NO! Cross Recoba wiggles free and falls down onto his feet again! Drop kick to the knee by Recoba nearly drops Tony Field to the mat. Follow up enzuigiri to the face by Recoba finishes the job as he makes the cover now! 1!…2!…THREE!! NO! No says Referee French as he waves it off due to Tony Field grabbing the bottom rope! Cross Recoba starts kicking away at the knee of Tony Field, to wear him down some more. Now he applies an Indian deathlock leg submission on Tony Field’s bruised knee. Tony Field lets out a yell of pain as he knows the Garabaldi Guillotine can’t be too far off. Recoba leans back to gain more leverage as Tony Field desperately squirms and reaches out for the bottom rope. The crowd starts chanting “Rat Pack! Rat Pack! Rat Pack!” as Tony Field powers himself up and crawls. Recoba leans back some more, trying to hyperextend that knee. Tony Field reaches out and grabs the bottom rope! Franks: Tony Field battled his way towards the ropes but his legs are clearly the target now, Ray. Quadros: Recoba is setting him up. Recoba releases the hold but keeps the pressure on Tony Field as he kicks away at the man. As Tony Field is using the ropes to get to his feet, Recoba runs and bounces off the opposite side, crashing down his body weight across the back of Tony Field, causing Field to get hung up in the ropes. Cross Recoba runs towards the ropes and jumps on Tony Field’s back again, knocking the wind out of Tony Field’s lungs with the middle rope! Cross Recoba is feeling it now as he runs towards the ropes one more time and jumps onto Tony Field’s back! NO! Tony Field falls aside and Cross Recoba flies through the ropes to the floor below! Franks: Oh! Tony Field knew that was coming! Quadros: Oh come on Cross! I got money on you! Tony Field rolls out of the ring to capitalize but seems to be limping around some. He bounces Recoba’ head off of the ring apron as Referee French starts the 10-count. 1! 2! Tony Field with an old fashion body slam out here at ring side! 3! 4! Stomps by Tony Field leave Recoba with little room to breathe. 5! 6! Tony Field rolls Cross Recoba into the ring and slides in himself. He hoists Recoba up into the air and drops him hard with a sit-out brain buster! Cover! 1!…2!…2.99321321!! Tony Field can’t believe Cross Recoba just kicked out! Tony Field limps his way over towards a corner where he starts to climb to the top turnbuckle. He looks out towards the Berlin crowd and salutes them all. He takes off with a senton splash that connects with canvass! Cross Recoba moved! Tony Field bounces up holding his elbow now as Cross Recoba stumbles to his feet. Recoba collects Tony Field with an atomic drop that sends Tony Field sprawling and holding himself in a different area now! Recoba grabs Tony Field by the head and looks for the Sicilian Typewritter! NO! Tony Field breaks free with a roll up! He’s got the tights! 1!…2!….THREE! NO! No says Referee French! Franks: French is waving off the cover because he saw Field had a handful of tights! Quadros: I don’t know how he caught that with that eye patch he’s wearing. Tony Field argues that call over with Referee French as he continues to claim he didn’t have the tights at all. He reaches down to pick up Cross Recoba for the Field Envy. NO! Recoba punches him in the stomach. Roll up by Cross Recoba! He has the tights AND his feet on the bottom rope! Referee French doesn’t see that on his blind side! 1!…2!….Tony Field tries desperately to break free…THREE!! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ferdinand: Here is your winner…CROSS RECOOOOBA! Franks: That dirty rotten cheat Cross Recoba out cheated Tony Field! Quadros: No honor amongst thieves, Carl. Cross Recoba slides out of the ring as “Space Dementia” kicks back up. He’s met up on the entrance way by Freddy Ferdinand and they high five. Tony Field is in disbelief and demands Referee French get his damn eyes checked! CO-COMMISSIONED PUNISHMENT Written by: Neil Backstage, Co-Commissioner Wren Chesney is seen barking orders around and telling PWA staff to get their shit together. She even kicks Mike Marsh in the rear end as a form of physical motivation. Sure enough Marsh picks up his box of explosives and heads down the hall looking for something to blow up because, well, that’s his job. Meanwhile, not too far away from Wren, is the other Co-Commissioner, Samantha Teague-Gaither. She seems to be in an in-depth conversation with a hairdresser on today’s more unique and contemporary styles. The two share their knowledge of the haircutting industry while tonight’s wrestling program continues to press on. Into the scene walks Board member Nikki Cortez, with a bit of a ticked off look over her face. She walks over to Wren as she wraps her arms over her chest. Nikki: What are you doing, Wren? Wren: My job! You guys better get your ass in gear or I’ll fire you all! This is no time to slack off during an economic crisis! I could find anybody off the street to take your place! The PWA workers continue to scatter to get their jobs done or at least make an attempt to look busy. Nikki: No, I’m talking about the lumber jack match you booked for tonight. Kaito vs. Jason Sandman with the lumberjacks using weapons? Are you mad? Wren: What’s the big deal? I’m a Co-Commissioner here and I can do whatever I want! When people get out of line, you fine them and get nothing out of it. I rather watch them get the crap beat out of them for my own personal enjoyment! Nikki: Wren! You can’t sit here and abuse the wrestlers like this! It’s only a matter of time until one of them sues us, then what? Wren: Again, what’s your beef? I figured you would be happy to watch Sandman get bludgeoned half to death! Come down to the ring later and watch with me, it’ll be fun! Nikki: No thanks. Samantha: What’s going on girls? Co-Commissioner Samantha Teague-Gaither walks over with her dark hair all done nice and fancy. Mrs. Chesney rolls her eyes as she stares at Mrs. Gaither. Nikki: I was just asking Wren why she would book the Kaito vs. Sandman match the way she did. Samantha: Oh you like it? Well don’t let her take all the credit! Wren: Like you have two brain cells to rub together and create anything, Gaither. Samantha: Hey now! Give credit where credit is due, love! Booking Kaito in this match was my idea! Nikki: What? Why did you do that? Samantha: Because Kaito beat up Jack a few weeks ago and never paid the price for it! Nikki: I fined him! Samantha: Not enough! He needs to pay with his blood! Wren: You should talk like that more, Gaither. I may respect you one day if you keep it up. Samantha: Thank you. Wren: Cram it bitch. So what do you say, Cortez? Gonna come down to the ring and watch the beat down of Kaito and Sandman with us? Samantha: C’mon, Nikki! It’ll be fun! Nikki: No thanks. I’ll just stay backstage and do some actual work. The two Co-Commissioner’s shake their heads with disappointment. Samantha: All work and no fun, love. Wren: Yeah seriously, Cortez, you need to lighten up. Go get laid. Where’s that son of a bitch Daz Van Dyke? I hear he has a thing for you anyway. Nikki: You know, Wren… Samantha: Hey wait, I thought Captain Howdy was her boyfriend? I forget. I like his hair. Mrs. Cortez stares blankly as Samantha Teague-Gaither before simply walking away. Gaither then looks at Wren with a smile. Wren: What are you looking at? Don’t you have some orgy to be part of? Samantha: Good idea. You can come if you want. Of course you have to be over your crabs condition you know. Wren: Go to Hell! ATLANTIC TOURNAMENT London McCormack vs. Bryce Michaels Written by: Neil “Man in the Box” starts to play and out steps Bryce Michaels to a mixed reaction from the Berlin, Germany fans. He slides into the ring and signals out to the crowd they are going to witness greatness tonight. Franks: Well this should be interesting, Ray. M&M, Michaels and McCormack will be facing off for the right to go to Mob Rules and wrestle for the newly re- instated Atlantic Title. Quadros: Who does Daz Van Dyke put his money on in this match? “Stronger” by Kanye West kicks up next as the crowd, especially the ladies, pop for London McCormack. The Irishman waves out to his fans before sliding into the ring and nodding at Bryce Michaels. Referee Steve Upshaw calls for the bell and we’re underway! Franks: Bryce Michaels and London McCormack shake hands in the middle of the ring to show some respect between each other. The two circle around the ring and lock up for a test of strength. They both seem to be equally matched in that department as neither man is able to push the other backwards. Michaels uses his experience to cinch a headlock from the clench but that is quickly negated by McCormack’s push off. Bryce bounces off the ropes and McCormack hops him only to run towards the ropes himself. Here comes London and Bryce off the ropes to meet in the middle of the ring. Spinning backfist by McCormack is ducked by Michaels who counters into a neck breaker across his knee! Franks: Bryce Michaels with a nasty shot to the neck there on his tag team partner! Quadros: A shot at gold is on the line, Carl. Anything goes. Bryce pulls McCormack up and whips him across the ring right into a corner. Michaels with a running forearm smash that only connects with turnbuckles as McCormack rolls out of the way. London returns the favor with a series of forearms into the face of Bryce Michaels! He whips Michaels away from the ropes but it’s reversed by Michaels. London runs towards the ropes and springboards off only to land back on his feet. Bryce Michaels stands there and claps his hands, impressed. Franks: A show of respect by Bryce or is he trying to manipulate London in this match? Quadros: I guess we’ll find out soon enough, Carl. The two lock up once again and this time London wins out into a standing arm bar. He twists the arm of Michaels over and spins into a hammerlock from behind. Keylock suplex by McCormack with a bridge! 1...2...KICK OUT! Back up to their feet they go but McCormack is a bit faster and hits a forearm to the face. Irish whip sends Michaels to the ropes. Off he comes with a spinning wheel kick that McCormack wasn’t looking for! Bryce pulls up McCormack and executes the Genesis, planting his tag team partner face first into the mat! Franks: Oh! McCormack kisses the canvass! Bryce Michaels hooks the leg…1...2...KICK OUT! Michaels with a fist drop and then another, and another! Once again he hooks the leg of the Irishman! 1… 2.…KICK OUT! Abdominal stretch is applied by Bryce Michaels as he looks to test his partner’s strength. The German fans start to get behind McCormack as he battles to a knee. Bryce spreads the arms of this partner and digs his knee into the lower back of London, trying to get all he can into the stretch. McCormack continues to battle while trying to power out and get to his feet. Yes! London McCormack gets to both feet and spins himself out of the stretch while going around the back of Michaels! Reverse DDT! Cover by McCormack! 1!…2!…KICK OUT says Referee Upshaw! Franks: London McCormack takes the advantage! Quadros: Who knew London had such a following in Germany? London brings Michaels to his feet and chops him across the chest! WHOOO! Whip to the ropes by McCormack and Michaels returns right into a picture perfect dropkick to the chest! London McCormack starts to climb to the top turnbuckle and looks out towards his fans. He waves to them all before jumping off with an elbow drop to the heart of Bryce Michaels! Hook of the leg by London! 1!….2!…..THRE…KICK OUT!! McCormack reaches for the ankle of Bryce Michaels! NO says Michaels kicks his tag team partner away! London gives Bryce a moment to get back up but doesn’t wait too long to jump in with a forearm to the face. Ducked by Bryce Michaels! Right hand, left hand, right by Bryce as he rocks London McCormack. Side effect by Michaels drops his opponent! Bryce Michaels rubs his chest for a moment before running towards the ropes and coming off with a rolling thunder senton! Bryce Michaels hooks the leg! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT says Referee Upshaw! Franks: You certainly don’t see any holding back in this match-up between two tag team partners, Ray. Quadros: Did you expect one of them to just lay down, Carl? Bryce Michaels stalks London McCormack as he’s ready for the C-4! He waits for his opponent to get up and pounces! C-4! NO! McCormack pushes Michaels off towards the ropes again. Slingshot cross body by Michaels on the rebound! He rolls through instead of making the cover! The ‘Natural’ hops to the top turnbuckle and jumps backwards with a split legged moonsault onto McCormack! Diving Sparrow! Cover! 1!…2!…2.99993131313!! Referee Upshaw holds up two fingers! Franks: Good lord that was close! Bryce Michaels gives the referee a smirk before getting up. He drags London McCormack to his feet. He hoists McCormack up in to the air for a vertical suplex! NO! London shifts his momentum up in the air and falls backwards onto his feet! Backcracker by London McCormack! Both men are down! Referee Upshaw starts the count as neither man looks ready to get up any time soon. 1!… 2!… 3!… 4!… 5!… 6!… London McCormack starts to stir! … 7!… Now Bryce Michaels is starting to get up! … 8!… Both men are up! Forearm to the face by McCormack! Knife-edge chop by Michaels! WHOOO! Forearm by McCormack! Another knife-edge chop by Michaels! NO! Ducked by London McCormack! Reverse atomic drop by ‘the Future!’ Bryce Michaels stumbles around holding himself until McCormack blasts him with a pele kick! Franks: What a kick by London McCormack! Quadros: Cover! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT! London McCormack pulls up Bryce Michaels and hits a German suplex to the delight of the Berlin fans! He holds on and rolls through! Another German suplex! London still holds on and rolls through to lift up Bryce Michaels! Full nelson applied into a final German suplex! London McCormack is all fired up! Another cover! 1!….2!….2.999931321231!! Clutch KICK OUT by Bryce Michaels! London McCormack is feeling it now as he hops to the top turnbuckle! He measures Bryce Michaels up and leaps with a frog splash! OH! Bryce Michaels got the knees up! High risk, no reward! ‘The Natural’ gets to his feet as he holds his lower back. He pulls up McCormack by the head and lifts McCormack into the air for the vertical suplex he wanted earlier! This time McCormack can’t wiggle free as the blood starts to rush to his head! Michaels holds his tag partner straight up! Holding! Holding! HOLDING! Bryce Michaels sits out with a stalling brain buster! OH! Franks: That’s got to be it! London McCormack clutches his head while Bryce Michaels hooks the leg! 1!…2!…THREE…NO! Referee Upshaw holds up two fingers! Another KICK OUT!! Michaels grabs McCormack by the head and pulls him up. He whips him to the ropes and collects McCormack with a Spinebuster flapjack! Twisted Sorrow!! What an impact! He rolls McCormack over…standing moonsault pin! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!! Bryce Michaels looks to the ceiling and asks why?! Franks: These two have been well matched, Ray! No wonder they make such great tag team partners! Quadros: Yeah but that may all be in jeopardy depending how this match ends. Bryce Michaels picks up London McCormack one more time and spins him over for the Broken Halo vertebreaker! McCormack wiggles free to save his neck! Michaels still hunts for the neck as he kicks McCormack in the midsection and attempts a C-4!! NO! London McCormack grabs the ropes to stop his momentum! Bryce lands on his rear end with the failed C-4! Michaels pops back up and again McCormack blasts him with a pele kick from the ropes! Bryce Michaels wobbles around holding his head! McCormack kicks him in the stomach and steps onto the ring apron! WAVE OF THE FUTURE!! Oh what a slingshot DDT by London McCormack! He hooks the leg as the crowd counts! ONE!…TWO!…THREE!! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ferdinand: Here is your winner…LONDON McCOOOORMACK!! Franks: What a victory in the young career of London McCormack! He moves on to Mob Rules 2 to face off against Pierce Cavanaugh or Jackboot for the vacant Atlantic Title! Quadros: More importantly, Carl, will this match effect M&M’s match next week against Jake Keeton & Ryan Shane? LUMBERJACK MATCH Jason Sandman vs. Kaito Written by: Neil Eerie music begins playing over the loud speakers, causing the lights to turn red and go into a strobe effect. An off-key piano chord strikes several times, causing the lights to flash red with every chord. After the notes play, a low ominous growl can be heard throughout the arena. Just then, "Trash" by Silverchair blares over the arena speakers as white lights go into a strobe effect in tune with the music. Fog emits from underneath the ring, almost engulfing it. Amidst the fog, we see Kaito crawl out from underneath the ring and slink his way into it under the bottom rope. He then crawls to the center of the ring as the bass drum hits, making the lights flash from red to white and back with every drum beat. A voice shouts "ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! FOUR!!!" and sends the lights into a red and white strobe frenzy as the music becomes faster and heavier. At the same time, Kaito slowly rises to his feet and assumes a zombie-like stature once upright. Blood drips from his mouth as he looks out at the cheering fans through a blank stare. He hobbles his way over to the turnbuckles and ascends them to the middle turnbuckle. He then hunches over the corner while continuing to stare blankly out at the fans and letting the blood drip from his mouth onto the top turnbuckle and ringpost. Live Your Way comes on speakers and as it begins Deal With It Bitch Productions Presents logo come on the Teletron. When the opening words are heard the name of Jason Sandman shows up on the teletron. Jason Sandman comes out of the entranceway and as he raises his singapore cane and a steel chair wrapped in barbwire in the air pyro shoots off. Jason Sandman runs down to the ring, throwing the cane and chair over before sliding under the ropes. Now the PWA theme begins to play as Jackboot, Jack Gaither, Fire, Red Dragon, and Jose’ Jose’ step out from the back with weapons in their hands. Out come the two Co-Commissioners, Wren Chesney and Samantha Teague-Gaither. They stop on the entranceway and watch the proceedings. Kaito and Sandman look out at the lumberjacks as they surround ringside. Franks: This match is just ridiculous! Quadros: The Co-Commissioner’s want order in PWA, Carl. We should punish wrestlers that are out of control. Referee Sasha Brown calls for the bell…DING! Kaito and Sandman circle around the ring, both looking mean and ready to kick some ass. They circle and circle and circle and circle. The crowd starts to get restless as Wren Chesney barks out for the two to fight! Sandman shoots her the middle finger and rolls over the top rope to leave the ring. Kaito steps out the other side. Franks: Huh? Wren Chesney and Samantha Teague-Gaither scream out to ‘get them!‘ Jose’ Jose’ comes at Jason Sandman with a chair shot across the back! Oh man was that weak. Sandman plows through Jose’ Jose’ with a Venom Strike! Jack Gaither cracks Kaito with a Singapore cane! Crack! Crack! Kick! Kaito with a kick that doubles over Gaither! Kaito takes the cane from Gaither and puts the point into his throat! OH! Kaito rams Jack Gaither into the barrier, making the cane stab him in the throat! Franks: Good God! Sandman and Kaito are attacking the lumberjacks! Quadros: No! The plan is backfiring! The two Co-Commissioners are livid as they watch Sandman and Fire trade fists back and forth! Right! Left! Right! Left! Kick to the nuts by Sandman! BAM! He cracks the steel chair upside Fire’s head now! Red Dragon nails Kaito in the back of the head with his femur bone! Kaito shakes it off and spits blood into the face of Red Dragon! JIENDO onto the floor! Quadros: Get out of there Jackboot! Jason Sandman and Kaito meet at the outside and corner Jackboot! He looks at them both then looks back at the two Co-Commissioners who are yelling at him to do something! Jackboot does something all right! He hops the barrier and runs into the crowd! Berlin goes nuts for their German boy! Pats on the back all around for Jackboot as he flees through the crowd! Kaito hops the barrier and gives chase! Jackboot and Kaito disappear into the sea of people! Franks: I think this match is over, Ray! Quadros: Didn’t even get a chance to ring the bell, Carl. Jason Sandman reaches under the ring and pulls out his own personal barbed wire chair! He starts walking up the ramp way, staring down the two Co- Commissioners. He wouldn’t dare bash them with the chair would he? Wait! Someone comes running out from the back! Franks: Victor Cornelius Roberts! Quadros: Dude is nuts, Carl. He’s going to face Sandman? VCR attempts it but nah, that’s a worthless effort as he runs right into a barbed wire steel chair shot from Jason Sandman! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! Sandman bashes the living crap out of Mr. Roberts on the ramp way! Now he’s coming up towards the two Co-Commissioners! He raises the chair above his head as he stares down Wren Chesney! Franks: He’s going to do it! NO! Boz Wells and a plethora of Hammerfist Security guards storm from the back and tackle Jason Sandman! He gets a damn good chair shot in on Boz Wells but the rest of security is able to pile on him! Co-Commissioner Gaither runs towards the ring to check on Jack and make sure he’s ok. The security guards round up Sandman and make him face Wren Chesney. She sneers down at him as they lead Sandman away. Wren: You can just forget about your title shot, Sandman! You’ll never work for this company again! Get him out of here! Sandman snaps and breaks free from a couple guards and plows through them with a spear! But again more jump on his back and drag him backstage. Franks: What did Wren say? Jason Sandman won’t get his title shot? Quadros: Damn right! Jason Sandman is a piece of garbage! He doesn’t deserve a title shot! Franks: This could be a huge development! Hopefully we can get more on this soon! MY WORLD Written by: Sam The scene opens to a long hallway in the bowels of the O2 World arena in Berlin; Germany, as we see Darkside standing wearing the mud stained red Huston Cougars Jersey that he only recently acquired. He smiles to himself, the thoughts going through his mind are most likely disturbing and horrific, he slowly approaches a wooden door dead in front of him, the name on the door reads Samantha Teague-Gaither, he runs his hands along the door moving in closely pushing his face right up against the door itself. Darkside: Is the world watching? He runs his tounge up the door and then leans against the wall next to it, he hangs his head for a moment before he begins to laugh. He reaches his hand to the side, pushing the door open, but only a crack. He peers through the door, his deep blue eyes fixating on Samantha as she goes through some leagal documents, she sighs completely unaware that just a few feet away stands a disgusting and immoral being of whom she feels nothing but hate towards. Darkside: Can you see just how close I am, can you see exactly what I could do in this situation? A smirk once again adorns his face. Darkside: I could walk into this room, beat her to a bloody pulp and then fuck her all over that office, this is the world PWA, this is my world and in my world I will do anything i damn well please, for you see there is nothing that will stop me! Which just makes this all too easy doesn’t it, where is the fun in destroying her life? And believe me in the future I do intend of destroying her life, just like I have the lives of so many others, ask Jostrodomus what it was like when I entered his house and watched his wife sleep. Ask Kaito how Miko was after I tortured her and forced her to endure both pleasure and pain, Ask Nighthawk how he felt when my brother and I destroyed his back, took out his protégée and stole his wife. Then ask them this one question, did I get away with it? You will find the answer is yes, which is why Jack Gaither I am going to get away with everything I have done to you, and everything I am going to do to you, tonight I bury you along side your wife and along side your coach. And then when the time is right, when I get enough sport out of it I will come for your women, maybe not tonight, maybe not tomorrow, but Jack when I see fit I will torment you further until you cant take anymore. he peers in to the room one last time before slowly closing the door. Darkside: Just think this Jack...In this moment what could I have done? Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha... I could have done anything and everything. The evil and manipulative Darkside makes his ext from the scene, all the while Samantha doesn’t even know how much trouble she could have been in. PREMIERE TOURNAMENT Freddy Fandango vs. Ryan Shane Written by: Josh & Bob Franks: Good matchup coming up next here…Red Hot Fandango against the always dangerous Ryan Shane. Quadros: Shane’s been a little off lately which is out of the norm for him, but you are totally right about Fandango. The intro to "Right Now" by Van Halen begins to play throughout the arena. The entrance ramp is dimly lit as the figure of Ryan Shane makes his way out. The intro to the song then cuts to the chorus and pyro goes off as Shane makes his way to the ring as the fans erupt in a chorus of boos. As he gets to the ring he slides in under the bottom rope and then stands and raises his hands high to the continuing sound of boos] Franks: The fans tellin’ Shane out it is!!! Quadros: Yes they are…and he’s got some proving to do here tonight! "Do you wanna" by Franz Ferdinand begins to blast through the P.A and Freddy pops out from behind the curtain.. Freddy gets on his knees and lifts his arms up in the air expecting getting cheers, but get boos instead. He leaps like a ballerina over the ramp onto the walkway. He slings his boa over his shoulder as he shuns the fans around him. Freddy walks up the steel steps and uses the ropes to spin to the middle of the apron. He gets on his knees and flashes his jazz hands or "spirit fingers" as confetti shoots out of the turnbuckle around him. He hops over the ropes and starts doing spins and twirls in the middle of the ring. He heads to the turnbuckle and points towards himself as the boos continue. Freddy gets back down in the center of the ring and prepares for his match by lounging on the turnbuckle. Franks: Perhaps the hottest wrestler in the PWA right now. Quadros: Wow…That sounded really gay. Are you sure you don’t like men Carl? Franks: You know what I meant Ray. Quadros: I think you meant you like male parts inside your mouth…and the juicy goodness that follows. Franks: Just call the damn match! The bell rings and the match is underway. Shane and Freddy lock it up and Freddy is able to get the edge here and sneaks around behind Shane and drops him on his knee with an atomic drop. Shane bouncing around a bit and Fandango clobbers him with a clothesline. Shane bouncing to his feet rather quickly after the shot finds himself on the wrong end of a R-15 kick that sends Shane to the mat hard. Freddy with the cover…1…2….and a kickout by Shane in the early going. Freddy getting to his feet and looks down at his opponents he motions to the crowd and connects with a series of stomps around the body of Ryan Shane trying to weaken him up and take the energy right out of him. Fandango helping Shane to his feet now and Shane with a desperation elbow to the midsection of Freddy, Freddy stumbling back a little bit now and Shane shoulder checks the legs of Freddy Fandango. Freddy holding his knee after that move a little bit and both me are slow to get up. Shane finally to his feet as is a somewhat limping Freddy Fandango. Shane with a right hand, Fandgo staggers back and fires a right that misses the side of Ryan Shane’s head. Shane on the assault now and he’s raining down punches with his Southpaw Shuffle. He’s got Fandango backed into the corner. Shane with a quick series of knife edged chops, before he whips fandango across the ring into the other turnbuckle, Shane with a full head of a steam and connects with a full body splash. Fandango crumbles to the mat as Ryan Shane continues his assault with another series of stomps this time focusing on the knee of Fandango. Franks: Shane looking to do some damage to that knee of Fandango. Quadros: Really? That’s why he’s stomping on it over and over? Back inside the ring Fandango is holding that knee and Shane notices the pain on Fandango’s face. Shane with a vicious kick to the knee area again before dropping down and locking up a figure four!!! Fandango screaming out in pain now as Shane continues to wrench away with the leg lock. Freddy reaching for the ropes, but Shane slides back towards the center of the ring just leaving Freddy out of reach from getting out of the hold. Freddy trying to fight it off as the ref asks him if he gives up…Fandango shouting out no…Freddy sitting up now as he tries to throw a punch, but Shane is able to avoid it…Freddy trying to reverse the move now…He’s almost got it!!! And it’s got it!!! Ryan Shane’s on the receiving end now, but he’s able to quickly squirm his way out of the hold. Both men a little slow to their feet, Shane with a left, Fandango ducks…Kick to the midsection…DDT!! Fandango with the cover…….1…2…..and a kickout by Ryan Shane. Fandango rolling to his feet and helping Shane to his. Fandango setting him up and connects with an exploder suplex…Instead of going for the cover Fandango slides to the outside of the ring and begins to play around under the ring until he emerges with a cardboard box. He pulls something out of the box to REVEAL THE RYAN SHANE PUPPET!!! FANDANGO PUTS IT ON HIS HAND AND SLIDES BACK INTO THE RING!!! Shane to his feet and without moving his lips, he makes the puppet say RSP: YOU ARE ONE FINE LOOKING NIGGA! YES!!! Freddy locks on the Ryan Shane Puppet. Shane screaming out in pain!!!! Shane trying to fight it off as Fandango digs in deeper…Shane backtracking now and he’s through the ropes with Fandango following right behind him. Both men on the outside now!! Franks: Well I guess that’s one way to get out of it! Quadros: Yep. On the outside now Shane is fighting off the attack from Fandango with a series of lefts and rights and follows it up and tossing Fandango into the steel steps! Shane grabbing Fandango by the head now and slides him back into the ring. Shane leaping up onto the turnbuckle and springboards over with a miniature version of his Muru Splash!!! Shane with the cover…1……..2…….thr…….Fandango with the kick out!!! Franks: It is going to be hard to take a motivated Freddy Fandango down! Quadros: Yes, but remember, Ryan Shane actually has experience being Premiere Champion! Franks: These two both have their pros and their cons as this match continues! A frustrated Freddy Fandango gets up as does Ryan Shane. The two lock up and Ryan Shane sends Freddy Fandango to the ropes. Freddy bounces off and gets hit with a backbreaker from Ryan Shane! Shane fully in control as he begins to stomp on Fandango with a passion! He looks around the ring for something and grabs the Ryan Shane puppet. He makes a tearing motion to the fan as they boo him! Franks: NOT THE PUPPET! Quadros: Shane is just taking care of the copy right infringement problem here. There is nothing wrong with want to destroy it. Franks: But it brings smiles to all the faces of the children of the world and the fans! Shane begins to tear at the puppets arm and mocking the fans while doing it but when he turns around Freddy hits him with a drop kick! Shane drops the puppet loosely based on him. Freddy grabs it and puts it on his right hand and when Shane moves forward he hits him with a RSP veiled right hand and then another and another. A dazed Ryan Shane stumbles and Fandango makes RSP say “DYNOMITE!” and delivers a rolling Fist of Fame! Franks: Insult to injury as Ryan Shane is getting beat up by that puppet that he hates so much. Quadros: It’s humiliating and entertaining all at the same time! Freddy tosses the puppet to the side and then goes for the cover on Ryan Shane!...1... 2 Shane kicks out and Fandango rolls out of the way as does Ryan Shane. A frustrated Ryan Shane charges and Fandango leap frogs it. After being so impressed performing the move, he turns around to get hit with a dropkick followed by a furious bulldog! Shane pulls him back up and throws him into the turnbuckle and follows up with a corner clothesline followed by yet another bulldog! Quadros: A very angry Ryan Shane is taking control here! Franks: I don’t think he likes Fandango’s brand of entertainement and he isn’t going to let Fandango continue to make him look foolish. Quadros: This is a wrestling match afterall! Shane goes off the turnbuckle with a flying forearm to the chest of Fandango! Shane with the pin…1…2 Fandango with the kickout and Shane begins throwing his knees into Fandango’s chest. He pulls him back up and delivers a snap suplex and another pin out of frustration…1…2 Another kickout from Fandango as Ryan Shane slams his fist into the mat. Ryan Shane yells at the crowd and signals to taking out Fandango and going to the far corner. Quadros: Uh-oh, looks like it’s Shaning Wizard time! He is so close to getting that Premiere title of his back. All that is left is to take out this actor. Franks: It looks like he is going to do just that! Fandango ducks the Shaning Wizard, bounces off the ropes and hits THE HOGWARTZ HANGOVER ON RYAN SHANE INSTEAD! Franks: The rising stock of Fandango makes a comeback and he’s hoping that will put him back in this match and gets him to the semi finals of the Premiere title tournament! Quadros: Yeah, but this is Ryan Shane’s Golden Globe while this is Freddy Fandango’s… um Premiere title! This means two completely different things to both men. Shane pulls himself back up with the ropes and Fandango goes to hit a LITTLE RAZZLE DAZZLE but Shane reverses it and suplexes Fandango out of the ring! Ryan Shane off the apron with an axe handle that send him down. The count begins 1.. Shane starts pounding on him with lefts and rights..2 Fandango backs away and tries a southpaw but Shane just performs his south paw shuffle! …3 Fandango falls right back down next to the cardboard box that he carried RSP in! …4 Fandango hits a jab and throws the box over Shane’s head. Shane wanders around as Fandango slides back into the ring! Franks: Uh oh, looks like Ryan Shane is blinded right now! Quadros: Yeah, it also looks like he is being made a fool by the ever goofy Fandango! Ryan Shane slides back into the ring and Fandango smiles at him. Fandango: IT’S A DICK IN A BOX, Y’ALL! The crowd cracks up right before Fandango hits a Tidal Wave kick breaking the box around him! Quadros: That was… um… unique! Franks: I think we are learning that Fandango is quite a unique person. Fandango follows up with a standing moonsault senton and then the hook of the leg. …1…2 Ryan Shane with the kick out and once again, Fandango is upset. He pulls up Shane and delivers a tiger suplex hold. He then motions a title around his waste before hitting the NOW set up move RAZZLE DAZZLE. Fandango spins upwards and gives spirit fingers before pointing to the top turnbuckle! Fandango: Buffy Summers has a sister who is also a key! Franks: You heard it! Quadros: Heard what? Who is Buffy Summers? Franks: He just signaled for his finisher! Quadros: How so? Franks: Fandango off the ropes and attempts his 630 splash finisher JUMPING THE SHARK! Ryan Shane quickly moves out of the way as Fandango lands on his back and holds himself in pain! Quadros: This is why you shouldn’t yell gibberish before performing a match winning finisher! Franks: You know, you are probably right. Fandango lays motionless in the ring as Shane gets up with the wind knocked out of him. He is out of breath but in much better shape than Fandango. He pulls Fandango up and hits the Someday SNAP! Shane stalks him and waits for him to get on his knees. Shane rolls his eyes and instead pulls Fandango up to his knees and then heads to the other side of the ring and motions for the Shaning Wizard! Franks: HERE IT COMES AGAIN! Quadros: IS HE GOING TO HIT IT? Franks: NO! Fandango moves out of the way and Shane gets caught in the ropes. Fandango falls forward in a lot of pain! Shane tries to get out of the ropes as Fandango uses the ropes to pull himself back up. Ryan Shane charges with a clothesline that Fandango ducks! Freddy kicks him in the gut! Franks: THERE IT IS! A new move he calls “The Big Lipped Alligator Moment!” Quadros: What the hell was that? What does that even mean? Franks: Fandango with a desperation move that comes right the fuck out of nowhere and doesn’t make much sense at all! A messed up, shaken Freddy stumbles around the ring and grabs the Ryan Shane Puppet one last time! He puts it over his right hand and falls down out of breath and energy. With the last bit of energy left Fandango wraps the puppet over the real Ryan Shane! Franks: How embarrassing for Ryan Shane, he is getting pinned by his black puppet counterpart! Quadros: What a way to go! The count begins…1…2…3 The bell rings and a burnt out Fandango pulls himself up with the puppet still on his hand. Ryan Shane hits the mat with his hand, very upset with his loss. Franks: Once again, Fandango finds himself on fire! Quadros: I think it has been very apparent that Fandango has been on fire for some time if you know what I mean! Ferdinand: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND MOVING ON TO THE SEMI-FINALS IN THE PREMIERE TITLE TOURNAMENT: FREDDY FANDANGO! Ryan Shane stands up as Fandango slides over the ring with the puppet on his arm. Fandango mocks him by holding the puppet up in the air! Shane just cusses at him! Franks: The puppet still lives, Ryan Shane is out of the Premiere title tournament and Fandango will move forward. Quadros: Was that an upset? I can never tell! Franks: That was indeed an upset but I think Fandango winning is something that we just might have to get used to. THE ULTIMATUM Written by: John *Jack and Jewel are going over some old wrestling tapes in their suite while Samantha is on the phone with someone--presumably the Gaither camp's highly- esteemed attorney. Her tone of voice becomes rather heated as she hears some unpleasant news.* SAMANTHA: What do you mean we can't prosecute Darkside!? (inaudible) SAMANTHA: What the FUCK do you mean by "we cannot guarantee a conviction based on his mental illness?!" (inaudible) SAMANTHA: I apologize for my choice of wording there, but I need to know what's going on. (inaudible) SAMANTHA: So you're saying that Darkside has a mental illness and we can't prosecute him? (inaudible) SAMANTHA: Fuck...I can't believe it. (inaudible) SAMANTHA: I thought so. We CAN file civil action, right? (inaudible) SAMANTHA: Good. I'll give you a call so we can get the ball rolling then. (inaudible) SAMANTHA: Take care. *Samantha hangs up the phone and turns to Jack and Jewel.* SAMANTHA: Jack, Jewel, I have have some not-so-pleasant news for you. I just checked your opponent Darkside's medical records, and it turns out that he can't be prosecuted because of his mental illness. JACK: Wha!? Mental illness? SAMANTHA: Yeah. I should've checked the records earlier. JEWEL: So what CAN we do now? SAMANTHA: We can file a civil suit against Darkside for the damage that was done to Tom's grave marker. JACK: Son of a bitch is gonna get away with a crime. I'll kill the bastard. YOU HEAR ME MOTHERFU-- SAMANTHA: --JACK! LISTEN TO-- JACK: AWWW FUCK NO! I'M GONNA KILL THAT MOTHERFUCKER RIGHT NOW!! *And with that, Jack, who is only a millisecond away from carrying out his promise--stands up and walks out of the suite in a huff, slamming the door behind him. Jewel and Samantha sit there with an obvious concern for Jack.* SAMANTHA: You know what Jewel? JEWEL: What? SAMANTHA: I want you to come out to the ring during Jack's match tonight with a microphone, and I want you to tell Jack that if he uses ANY KIND of foreign object against his opponent Darkside tonight, then I will personally suspend him indefinitely! Tell him that this is an ultimatum from his wife. *Jewel nods her head in agreement as she slowly walks out of the office. Samantha is deeply concerned for her own husband's well-being and safety.* SAMANTHA: Jack I truly love you, and I pray your confusion ends soon. *A mixture of cheers and whistles ensues as we cut to the announcers' position.* RAY: Uh-oh...Jack is gonna kill Darkside tonight. CARL: Well "The Golden Eagle" has to find another way to kill his opponent, because if he uses ANYTHING--a chair, a ladder, etc.--to destroy Darkside tonight, then Jack will be SUSPENDED INDEFINITELY! RAY: Let's hope and pray that Jack does use a weapon Carl. CARL: I just hope and pray to God that Jack can find his soul again; otherwise, it will be a long night! PREMIERE TOURNAMENT Darkside vs. Jack Gaither Written by: Neil The opening phrase "God works in mysterious ways..." from Queen's "One Vision" is played, but the lights go out, and the intro to Motley Crue's "Kickstart My Heart'" starts up. Various images of Jack Gaither's matches flash by on the big screen; at the height of the intro, the words "THE GOLDEN EAGLE FLIES AGAIN!" appear on screen. Gold-colored pyro and green confetti go off as Jack Gaither and manager Jewel Palacios make their way to the ring, giving every fan sitting near the ramp a high-five along the way. Once in the ring, Jack poses to the cheering crowd--while Jewel gives kisses to the lucky fans at ringside--as more green-and- gold confetti falls from the ceiling. Franks: Jack Gaither is one pissed off man tonight, Ray! He has every right to be after Darkside desecrated Coach Reilly’s grave earlier this week! Quadros: What can be said, Carl? The man is mentally ill. The lights slowly dim through out the arena, there is a sense of awe and disgust throughout the German crowed here tonight as Darkside’s music “Salt on Everything” b y Sole begins to play. The ominous sound plays loudly casting more feelings of ill toward among the fans in attendance, a single red light beams down from the heavens and to the entrance of the Violation-Tron, here at this point is when Darkside steps out into the red light. He looks directly forward, his face emotionless, until he looks down at the Jersey of Coach Reilly that adorns his torso, here he smirks, the look on his face is nothing but evil, but Darkside doesn’t care, he is making his statement of intent tonight, he is making his mark here in PWA, for he feels isn’t it about time that PWA felt the wrath of Darkside. He walks out onto the ramp the smirk still etched onto his face, his monstrous ideals still running through his head. Darkside walks slowly taking in all the boo’s and jeers, laughing to himself as trash and signs are thrown at him by the fan’s, he makes his way to the ring steps where he stops and looks around the arena, taking in more boo’s and jeers, again he laughs before climbing onto the apron where he walks along until he is dead centre. Here Darkside pulls the jersey up over his head and then holds it in the air for all to see, the boo’s and screams get louder as more trash is thrown at him, Darkside then enters the ring via the middle rope and throws the Jersey down in his corner, he then stops and looks towards the entrance ramp, where he knows his opponent is watching and waiting. Franks: Oh come on! Darkside is wearing the jersey of Coach Reilly! Quadros: This is going to get ugly. Darkside strings the jersey over a turnbuckle as Jewel Palacios asks for a microphone. Freddy Ferdinand hands it off. Jewel: Jack! You have to be careful tonight! Samantha said you cannot attack Darkside with any foreign objects or you will be suspended indefinitely! The crowd boos loudly as Jack Gaither’s jaw drops. He starts to question what Jewel is talking about when all of a sudden the bell rings! Jack Gaither and Darkside circle around the ring, and Jack Gaither comes as Darkside with a charge! Darkside pushes him down to the mat! Jack Gaither regains himself and once again they circle around the ring. Jack Gaither charges again and just like before, Darkside pushes him down. Jack Gaither looks frustrated by this tactic, and charges one more good time at Darkside! Darkside drops Gaither with a drop toe hold and attempts to apply a submission but Jack Gaither will have none of that. They both get to there feet and finally lock up for good measure. Darkside wins the test of strength and pushes Jack Gaither back into the corner. Franks: Jack Gaither needs to compose himself here, Ray. Quadros: Good luck with that. Referee Sheppard wants Darkside to give Jack Gaither some room but the only thing Darkside gives him are some punches to the midsection. Darkside hammers away on Jack Gaither, doubling him over. Darkside with a vicious knee to the side of the head, nearly knocking Jack Gaither out in the corner! Referee Sheppard wants separation but Darkside will not back off! Chop by Darkside! WHOOO!! Franks: Wow what a chop! Jack Gaither’s face turns red and his eyes light up with anger. Then all of a sudden he has an explosion and reverses the roles by throwing Darkside into the corner! Now Jack Gaither with some shots to the midsection! Then a huge European uppercut that floors Darkside, drawing a pop from the crowd! Jack Gaither picks up the stunned Darkside and whips him across the ring towards the adjacent corner! Jack Gaither lets out a yell and runs towards Darkside with a full head of steam! No! Darkside got out of the way just in time causing Jack Gaither to slam hard into the corner, chest first! Darkside pulls him backward by the hair, causing Jack Gaither to fall backwards across Darkside’s well placed knee! Jack Gaither goes down holding his head! Franks: Oh come on! Illegal hair pull! Darkside relentlessly lays in some stomps, trying to wear Jack Gaither down. Darkside drops an elbow and then applies a Half Nelson choke hold. He has Jack Gaither in a bad spot, not allowing him to get anywhere near the ropes. As Jack Gaither tries to break free, Darkside unleashes some trash talk, trying to beat the man psychologically too. Referee Sheppard wants to know if Jack Gaither is going to tap, but he won’t have any of it. Darkside releases the hold, looking to punish his opponent rather than trying to get an early submission. Darkside pulls Jack Gaither up off the mat and drops him with a twisting back drop. Cover! 1...2...KICK OUT! Darkside with a forearm to the face then applies an arm bar. As Jack Gaither lets out cries of pain, Darkside pulls back even harder with a sadistic smile on his face. Before Referee Sheppard can ask if Jack Gaither wants to give up, Darkside releases the hold and drops a knee to the numb arm. Darkside pulls Jack Gaither by the arm and yanks on it, only to whip him towards the ropes. Jack Gaither comes off and drops Darkside with a Thesz press! Gaither starts to hammer away with rights and lefts as Sheppard start the count! 1! 2! 3! 4! Gaither backs off and rubs his shoulder. He grabs Darkside as he gets to his feet. Irish whip by Jack Gaither. Darkside comes off the ropes and gets nailed with a picture perfect standing dropkick by Gaither! Franks: Jack Gaither is all pumped up now as he’s gaining momentum! Quadros: Come on, Darkside! You’re better than this! Jack Gaither is calling for his Samba Slam finisher but Darkside will have none of that as he rolls out of the ring to gather himself. The crowd boos big time as Jack Gaither calls for Darkside to get back into the ring. Jack Gaither slides out of the ring and meets Darkside face to face at ring side! The two start trading blows, having an all out slugfest! Darkside with a right! Jack Gaither with a left! Darkside with a right! Jack Gaither with a left! Darkside! Jack Gaither! Darkside! Jack Gaither! Darkside with a knee to the midsection! He then whips Jack Gaither hard into the steel steps! The steps fly apart and Jack Gaither falls to the floor in a heap! Franks: What a cheap move there by Darkside! Jack Gaither might be out cold! Quadros: You call that cheap? Jack Gaither should have been paying attention to his surroundings. Darkside pulls Jack Gaither up from the floor and rolls him into the ring. Darkside with a forearm to the face, making the cover! 1...2...THR…NO! KICK OUT! Darkside gives Referee Sheppard some lip as he applies a rear naked choke hold! Jack Gaither struggles to get free and gain some air but the submission is locked on tight. Referee Sheppard wants to know if he wants to quit, but the answer is NO! Darkside continues to squeeze harder, causing Jack Gaither’s face to turn red! Jack Gaither is fading fast! Referee Sheppard holds up his arm and lets it go…it drops! Referee Sheppard pulls the arm up again…it drops! One more time Referee Sheppard pulls up Jack Gaither’s arm and lets it go…it DROPS! NO! Jack Gaither is still in this match! Franks: Everybody in this building thought it was over, Ray! The crowd is behind Jack Gaither! Listen to them! Quadros: They don’t know greatness when they see it! Sooner or later these idiots will come to their senses! The crowd is cheering “Gaither! Gaither! Gaither!” as Gaither attempts to feed off their energy! He tries to wiggle free but Darkside will not budge with his vast submission experience. Then out of pure desperation Jack Gaither rams his head back, nailing Darkside with a brutal head butt to the face! Darkside instantly releases the submission and grabs his nose! Jack Gaither rolls away and breathes heavily, trying to fill his lungs back up. Darkside, now with a bloody nose, won’t give him the luxury of regaining his air as he nails Jack Gaither in the ribcage with a muay thai kick. Darkside picks Gaither up and tries for a fisherman’s suplex but Jack Gaither reverses it into a pinning combination! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Franks: That was a close one! Jack Gaither simply won’t go away, Ray! Quadros: Maybe Darkside underestimated him a little bit but he can still win this thing. Jack Gaither gets up and continues to catch is breathe while Darkside begins to use the ropes to get to his feet. Gaither grabs him from behind…German suplex on the big man! Jack Gaither holds on…another German suplex! Jack Gaither holds on as Darkside reaches for the ropes…release German suplex! Jack Gaither rolls over and makes the cover! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT!! Jack Gaither thought he had him there! Gaither puts the stunned Darkside up and drops him head first into the canvass with an Implant DDT! Franks: Cover him Gaither! Quadros: No! The crowd goes insane as Jack Gaither rolls Darkside over and makes the cover! 1...2...2.999984646!!! The crowd shouts out a collective “Oh!” as they were damn sure this match was over! Jack Gaither even gives the Referee Sheppard a look of disbelief. Only for a moment though as Jack Gaither hops to his feet. He’s stomping in place as he looks down at his opponent, getting ready to hit him with the Samba Slam! Darkside, clearly stunned, begins to get to his knees and then slowly to his feet. He turns around where Jack Gaither is waiting for him! SAMBA SLAM! NO! Darkside spits directly into the face Gaither of Jack Gaither to stop the momentum! Franks: Damn it! That’s just sick! Not only does he destroy the grave of Coach Reilly, he spits in the eyes of Jack Gaither! Jack Gaither walks backwards holding his face and rubbing his eyes. He turns back around and walks right into a kick to the midsection. Release full nelson suplex by Darkside! Cover! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT by Jack Gaither! Jewel Palacios has a sigh of relief there! Darkside clubs Gaither in the face before lifting him up for a vertical suplex! NO! Jack Gaither lands on his feet! Spinning wheel kick by Jack Gaither! Franks: What a reversal by Gaither! Gaither pulls up Darkside and whips him to the ropes! Back body drop by Gaither! Darkside gets up! Standing drop kick by Gaither! Darkside still gets up but his feet are wobbling! One more standing dropkick by Jack Gaither sends Darkside sprawling over the ropes down to the floor! The crowd pops as Gaither is rolling! Darkside looks to be getting up outside of the ring but here comes Jack Gaither with a suicide dive to the outside of the ring! CONNECTS! “Gaither! Gaither! Gaither!” Jewel Palacios checks on Jack to see if he’s okay! He’s quick to get up while Darkside is struggling to get to his feet! Gaither grabs Darkside by the head and bounces him off the ring apron! Quadros: Suspend him! Gaither rolls Darkside back into the ring. Slingshot leg drop to the throat by Gaither! Cover! 1!…2!…THRE…KICK OUT!! Jack Gaither looks out towards the crowd before applying the IRON CLAW! Oh! Here we go! Gaither starts to contort the facial features of Darkside! Samba Slam could be coming soon! NO! Darkside punches Gaither in the kidney with the Iron Claw still applied! Darkside powers up the doubled over Gaither and plants him right into the canvass with a power slam! Franks: Oh! I could just hear the air get pushed out of Gaither’s lungs! Quadros: Ha! Darkside got all of that! Jewel Palacios starts pounding the ring apron to get Gaither back into this match. Darkside starts stomping on Gaither to keep him down. Darkside is feeling it now as the end is near. He picks up Jack Gaither and whips him hard into a corner! Here comes Darkside with a full head of steam! BAM! Missed! Gaither moved out of the way and Darkside ate the turnbuckles! Slingshot enzuigiri by Jack Gaither drops Darkside one more time! But instead of going for the cover, Jack Gaither grabs Coach Reilly’s jersey off the turnbuckles! He looks at it and then looks out towards the screaming Berlin crowd! He then looks down towards Darkside who is struggling to get up! Gaither wraps the jersey around his wrists as Jewel Palacios yells out no! Franks: No Jack! It’s too late! Gaither takes the football jersey and wraps it around Darkside’s neck! He twists the jersey around and starts to choke out Darkside! The crowd roars as Darkside reaches out, trying to find the ropes and break free! Referee Sheppard tells Jack Gaither to stop! But he won’t stop! Gaither keeps choking Darkside as Sheppard counts! 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! Darkside’s face starts to turn red when Referee Sheppard calls for the bell! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ferdinand: And your winner as a result of disqualification….DARKSIDE!! Franks: Oh no! Quadros: Jack Gaither has lost control! Fire his ass…again! Jack Gaither lets go of the jersey as he’s all pissed off now! The crowd boos this outcome while Jack Gaither starts having words with Referee Andy Sheppard over the call! Jewel Palacios can’t believe what just happened! Wait! Here comes Darkside, kick to the gut of Jack Gaither! LION’S MANE pedigree plants Gaither into the canvass! Darkside rolls out of the ring holding his throat, still gasping for air. Jewel Palacios rolls into the ring and comes to Jack’s side. Jack Gaither is down and out, still holding on tightly to Coach Reilly’s jersey. Quadros: Ha ha ha! Jack Gaither blew his chance at the Premiere Title! From back luck to out of control! Franks: Oh man. Co-Commissioner Samantha Teague-Gaither might have a hard decision to make come next week. Will she really suspend Jack over this? Quadros: She better! NON-TITLE Omar Owens vs. Terminus Written by: Will Franks: Well we have a treat in store for you folks. Next up we have Omar Owens, the White Knight of PWA taking on the one, the only, the World Champion Terminus. Quadros: I cannot look beyond Terminus for this match, Franks. He's the World Champ and he is ALL about business. The slow beat of “Oh” by Ciara fires up. Omar's Tron video blazes into life and the crowd noise rises a few notches. Omar Owens and The Freak Nasty 1 walk out into the entrance gate as the song approaches the first chorus. Omar slams his hands on the stage and throws up his arms, forming the O as the first line of the chorus hits... Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow We keep it ghetto, you should know Gettin' crunk off in tha club we gets low, oh. Nodding his his in time to the music, Omar takes a slow walk, in time with the music as he slaps hands with the fans on his way down to the ring. The Freak grabs an entrance ramp camera and mugs for it, pointing at Owens and shouting out to the fans at home. Freak Nasty 1: Future World Champ, baby! Announcer: Introducing first, fighting out of Dorchester, Massachustettes. He weighs in accompanied tonight by the Freak Nasty 1 and weighs in at 252lbs. He is The Crusading White Knight of Premiere Wrestling, SIR OMAAAAAAAAAAR OOOOOOOOOOWENS! Back in the ring Omar throws the O again for the fans and soaks up an enormous chant of “O-MAR O-WENS!” The lights dim and attention turns back to the entrance gate as the dark guitar sounds of “I Wear My Skin” fire up across the PA. The trademarked red pyro flares up as Terminus appears in the entrance gate and the hook hits... 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... And Terminus, briefly acknowledging the crowd cheers and the building “TER-MI-NUS!” chant takes a slow walk down to the ring, keeping his eyes focused on his opponent. Terminus turns and throws the throat slash to the crowd and slides under the ring as he is announced. Announcer: And his opponent, fighting out of Halifax, Nova Scotia. He weighs in tonight at 195lbs, he is The Wrestling Machine and The Eternal Champion of PWA, he is the UNDISPUTED PWA HEEAVYWIGHT CHAAAAMPION OF THE WOOOOOORLD... THIS IS TEEEEEEEERMINUS! Terminus slides under the bottom rope and squares off with Owens. The referee checks both men for foreign objects before calling for the bell to be rung. Franks: And we are underway! This could be a classic! Quadros: This could be a future world title match, Franks! Omar Owens extends a hand towards his cruiserweight opponent, Terminus cocking his head in a quizzical fashion before deciding just to slap Omar's hand respectfully. Readying himself for a strike to open the proceedings, Terminus is stopped in mid flow by Omar holding up a hand to his face and shouting... Owens: STOP! Terminus gives Omar a strange look through his mask, but Omar is feeling the crowd. Hearing the massive duelling “OMAR OWENS!” and “TERMINUS!” chants building, Omar turns out to the crowd and throws the O sign again. “OMAR OWENS! OMAR OWENS! OMAR OWENS!” is the loud response. Terminus stands back, allowing Omar to continue working the crowd and Owens turns toward the champ and point at him with both fingers. “TERMINUS! TERMINUS! TERMINUS!” comes the response. Omar throws the O again (“OMAR OWENS!”) and then points to Terminus for a second time (“TERMINUS!”) The Wrestling Machine's mask is bobbing up and down slightly, his response to Omar's showboating hidden from the crowd's view. Omar throws the O AGAIN, (“OMAR OWENS!”), points to Terminus again (“TERMINUS!”) and finally points to Freak Nasty 1 outside earning HIM a crowd chant (“FREAK NASTY 1! FREAK NASTY 1”). The Freak responds by busting a move, to the delight of the crowd. Finally Owens turns back to Terminus and the pair square off. Franks: Omar Owens is a fan favourite here in PWA, but the fans show a lot of respect to Terminus. Quadros: Winning popularity contests has never won wrestling matches, Franks. Finally in a position to start wrestling, Omar offers Terminus a lock up, but The Wrestling Machine takes a half step back and fires off a vicious kick to Owens' thigh. Ownes takes a half step back and grimaces. Sir Omar fires off a vicious knife edge chop, drawing a “WHOOOOO!” from the crowd as Terminus takes the blow on his chest, his reaction imperceivable behind the mask. A second lethal looking kick to the thigh of Owens take O2 down to a knee. Terminus back off to take a run up and then rapidly closes the distance, but Omar turns a little, driving a shoulder into the onrushing Wrestling Machine's chest before flipping his over with a simple fireman's carry. Terminus rolls through and regains his vertical base, and Owens stands himself as the crowd applauds. Franks: Neither man gaining an early advantage in this match. Quadros: Terminus knows enough not to underestimate an opponent, Franks. Even Omar Owens! Swinging his leg round at head height, Terminus fires off another MMA inspired kick but Owens is sharp enough to duck the potential knockout blow. With his opponent turned around, Owen hoists Terminus up, looking for a back suplex but as he slings Terminus backwards, The Wrestling Machine shows enough presence to flip over completely and land on his feet. Terminus grabs out for one of Owens' arms and attempts to whip the White Knight to the ropes, but Owens overpowers him and counters do-see-do style into an Irish Whip of his own. Owens fires another vicious chop at the rebounding Wrestling Machine but Terminus ducks, avoiding the blow and heads to the opposite ropes. On his return, Terminus leaps into a massive cross body block but Owens flattens himself to the mat and avoids the strike. Terminus rolls through to his feet again allowing Owens time to stand and the pair square off again, earning ANOTHER round of applause from the crowd. Franks: The crowd are loving this fast paced start to the match. Quadros: I will be loving this more when they actually start hitting each other. These idiots will cheer for ANYTHING Franks. Another lockup is offered by Omar and this time Terminus accepts. Omar uses his strength to muscle Terminus backwards but sensing that he can take an advantage, Terminus drops one of the knuckle locks and wrings out Omar's arm. Owens attempts to straighten his arm out by performing a forward roll, but Terminus CARTWHEELS to put the arm wringer back on. Terminus floats round to a side headlock, cranking down on Omar's neck, but the talented Owens uses his muscle to force Terminus off and against the ropes again. Using the force of Terminus' momentum against him, Owens jacks Terminus up with a short powerbomb, but instead of pushing The Wrestling Machine forwards and down, Owens backs out of the move and lands a MASSIVE kick into Terminus' chest. The Wrestling Machine drops to the mat and Owens covers... ONE! TWO! TH... and Terminus kicks out. Quadros: HE GOT HIM! Oh no he didn't. Franks: It will take a lot more than that to stop The World Champion. Clapping as he stands, Owens looks to get the crowd involved again. Omar picks Terminus up, applies the front facelock and takes Terminus over with a HUGE vertical suplex. Showing his athleticism, Owens kips up rather than pin his opponent and throws the O for the crowd again! Another massive “OMAR OWENS!” chant spreads throughout the arena as Owens hauls Terminus up and sling him roughly into a corner. Owens puts a finger to his lips, asking for the crowd to fall silent before lashing Terminus' chest with a VICIOUS knife edge chop in the corner! Another call for silence sets up ANOTHER knife edge chop. Owens takes a step back from the corner as the crowd chants “ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME!” and Owens is only too happy to please his fans with a third LETHAL chop. Terminus slumps don to a seated position in the corner as Omar Owens backs off a few steps before CHARGING IN AND DRIVING HIS KNEE INTO TERMINUS' HEAD! Owens falls back to the middle of the ring to soak up some more cheers. Franks: Omar Owens is building up a head of steam here. He's certainly an impressive athlete. Quadros: I heard that Owens is a three sport college star. Franks: That would be right, Quadros. Quadros: Softball, Octopush and Omaha Hi-Low Poker. Dragging Terminus out of the corner, Owens lines up a knee drop, driving the point of his knee into Terminus' head from a different angle this time. Terminus' eyes show a little pain through his mask, but it's more a look of annoyance than concern. Freak Nasty 1 raises the roof outside the ring as Omar drags Terminus to his feet and looks for another power move. Again The Wrestling Machine is whipped to the ropes and again he gets jacked up with a short powerbomb... BUT TERMINUS LACES HIS LEGS ROUND OMAR'S HEAD AND COUNTERS WITH A SATELLITE HEADSCISSORS! Omar is slung off his feet and rolls to the outside to regroup. Talking with the Freak outside, Omar is unaware of what is happening in the ring as Terminus backs off to the far side ring ropes, charges towards the area where Freak Nasty and Omar are discussing things and vaults the ropes with a NO HANDS SENTON ATOMICO SUICIDA!!! ALL THREE MEN ARE WIPED OUT ON THE FLOOR! Terminus is the first to regain his footing as the crowd go MENTAL with dueling “PEE DUBYA EH!” and “TER-MI-NUS!” chants. Terminus slings Omar back under the bottom rope and goes for a pin... ONE! TWO! TH.. and Omar kicks out. Franks: A close call there for Sir Omar! Quadros: And now Terminus has the advantage. It could be time to go to school! Terminus hunts his opponent, standing over him and looking for a weak spot. Firing a few quick stomps at Owens, Terminus adds a little extra trauma to the big dive before picking Owens up and hooking a leg. Terminus hoists the bigger Owens up, using his supreme technique to flip Sir Omar over in a fisherman's suplex. Popping his hips, Terminus stands again, maintaining the cradle on Omar as The White Knight is lifted up with him before dropping Omar back down with a second fisherman's suplex. Again Terminus maintains the hold as he lifts Omar up to his feet, then up in the suplex but this time The Wreslting Machine sits out and SPIKES Omar with a Fisherman's Buster! Terminus holds on to the cradle for a pinning combination. ONE! TWO! THR... and Omar kicks out. The crowd again begin to chant Omar's name as Terminus stalks his prey again. Franks: A close two count there for Terminus. Quadros: You get the feeling that this match is one move away from a finish at any time. Dragging Omar a little closer to the ropes, Terminus steps to the ring apron and looks down at his grounded victim. Grabbing the top rope, Terminus slingshots himself over, performing a forward flip in the air and driving his leg down across Omar's throat.Another pin attempt comes in the form of a lateral press... ONE! TWO! THR.. and Omar kicks out again. Franks: You can hear the crowd noise building for Omar Owens. Quadros: There may be an arena full of fans who want you to win, Franks, but it's what goes on inside that squared circle that decides matches. Terminus hauls Sir Omar up again, lifting The White Knight across his chest and planting him in a corner with a fall forward slam. Taking a few steps run up, Terminus with the maximum amount of grace and style allowed by the laws of physics leaps for the top rope, jumps again to bounce off on both thighs and hits a PERFECT Split Legged Moonsault. This time Terminus hooks a leg and there is another count.... ONE! TWO! THR.. and with his immense ring positioning skills, Omar knows exactly where he is and saves the energy of a kickout by placing his foot on the bottom rope. Franks: Omar Owens has a lot of ring knowledge. Quadros: He couldn't hit a low blow without the referee noticing! What kind of ring skills are those? Omar Owens slaps the mat rhythmically and the crowd begins clapping in time, Freak Nasty 1 leading the cheers from the outside. Owens gets up to a crawling position as Terminus lines up a kick aimed right at Owens' head. Terminus fires off and WHIFFS as Owens ducks out of the way just in time! Sir Omar stands and Terminus lashes another MMA style kick at Owen's chest, which Owens SUCKS UP LIKE A MAN. Terminus tries again and Owens takes the second kick full on! A third kick comes in and OWENS CATCHES THE KICKING LEG! Owens: OH NO YOU DONT! Owens flips Terminus backwards by his leg, but the agile world champion lands on his feet with his cat like agility... AND OMAR OWENS RESPONDS BY FLATTENING TERMINUS WITH A CLOTHESLINE! BOTH men collapse on the mat, sucking wind. Franks: Could that be the move which turns the match? With both men down, the referee begins a ten count ONE! “O-MAR O-WENS!” TWO! “TER-MI-NUS!” THREE! Franks: Both men are down! Can either of these men beat the ten count? FOUR! “O-MAR O-WENS!” FIVE! “TER-MI-NUS!” SIX! Terminus is up to one knee. Omar Owens is still flat out on the mat. SEVEN! Owens slowly begins to claw his way up EIGHT! Terminus is now standing but the referee counts on for Owens NINE! Quadros: Count it over! Terminus is the winner! TE.... NO! OMAR OWENS JUST MANAGES TO BEAT THE COUNT AND STAND! THE MATCH WILL CONTINUE! Terminus does the closest look to displeasure he can manage through the mask and moves over towards Omar... hooks him up as if to deliver a small package, lifts The White Knight and DRIVES HIM DOWN TO THE MAT IN A HEAP! Franks: THE SANDS OF TIME! THE SANDS OF TIME! Holding onto the small package, Terminus has a pinning combination... ONE! TWO! THR... AND OWENS KICKS OUT! THE CROWD GOES BALLISTIC! Owens is quickly to his feet, but Terminus bushwhacks him with another of those trademarked kicks. Terminus grabs Owens' head, twisting Omar round and DRIVING OWENS INTO HIS KNEE WITH THE DDT BACKBREAKER! Another cover! ONE! TWO! THR.. AND OWENS KICKS OUT AGAIN! “O-MAR O-WENS! O-MAR O-WENS!” Terminus looks down at Owens, then up to the sky briefly before slashing his throat to the crowd and moving towards the corner. Hopping up to the top turnbuckle, Terminus looks down at Sir Omar and mentally prepares himself, facing out into the nuclear hot crowd. Franks: It could be time to end this match. Terminus is looking to end the hot streak of The White Knight! ...before, with the grace and style of Bruce Lee's more talented brother Terminus sails from the top rope, twisting and flipping in mid air... Franks: TERMINAL VELOCITY! ...and CRASHING AND BURNING ON THE MAT AS OMAR OWENS SOMEHOW FINDS THE STRENGTH TO ROLL OUT OF THE WAY! Owens stands, his face visibly shaking with the adrenaline. Owens drops a leg across Terminus' throat, then stands again quickly. Another rapid leg drop visibly shakes the floored Wrestling Machine as Owens feels the energy of the crowd coursing through his body. Finally Owens lifts Terminus up, grabs the back of his head and crashes it back down to the mat, sitting out to add extra force to the mood. Omar stands quickly and heads up top standing on the top turnbuckle and defiantly throwing the O to the crowd. Franks: POSITIVELY! Owens leaps off the top rope, keeping his form excellently as he arcs through the air... Franks: BREATHTAKING! ...and lands with an IMMENSE impact onto Terminus' chest! Franks: MOONSAULT! Owens hooks the leg and the referee counts ONE! TWO! THREE!!!!! RING THE BELL! THIS ONE IS OVER! As “Oh!” by Ciara kicks in again, Freak Nasty 1 slides into the ring to boogie down to the music as Owens slumps against the corner, his energy spent. Terminus slowly gets to his feet again, looking completely drained as Omar walks over to him and offers another handshake. Terminus considers the offer and then COLDLY TURNS HIS BACK ON SIR OMAR! Spurred on by this show of unsportsmanlike conduct, Omar taps Terminus on the shoulder to offer two words... Owens: Next time.... ...as Owens points to Terminus' World Title belt, resting on the announce table. Fade to commercials. KING OF EUROPE MATCH Jake Keeton vs. Nighthawk Written by: Okori Ring Announcer Freddy Ferdinand: “This next contest is for the King of Europe Trophy and is scheduled for one fall with a 20-count on the floor and no time limit.” (A hush fills the arena and a mixed reaction of mostly cheers with a few boos due to what he's done in the past thrown in billows from the crowd as "Hunt You Down" by Saliva hits the PA. Jake Keeton slowly emerges through the curtains with his full attention focused on the upcoming match. He walks down the ramp barely acknowledging the fans as he steps into the ring and begins to stretch.) (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 opening strains of ""Holding Out For A Hero (You’ll Never Walk Alone 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 seconded by a few of his students from the PWA Wrestle Factory. 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 in his corner.) Freddy Ferdinand: “At this time… I would like to read the proclamation for this King of Europe match. On this day, in the O2 World Arena in Berlin, Germany, the challenger Jake Keeton and the champion Nighthawk will face off to determine who the King of Europe is. The Premiere Wrestling Alliance and the European Wrestling Union have sanctioned this match. The referee assigned for this match by both organizations is PWA Senior Official Sasha Brown.” Freddy Ferdinand: “Introducing first, in the corner to my left, he is the challenger. From Lexington, Kentucky, USA… and weighing in tonight at 218 and 3\4 pounds. He is wearing the white trunks with black and gold trim. He is a former PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion, and a former PWA World Tag Team Champion…. “The All-American Nightmare” Jake Keeton!” (As Jake steps out of the corner, staring possessively at the King of Europe Trophy as though he not only wants to win it but expects it to be his, the crowd in Berlin responds by tossing in a small pound of streamers in a variety of colors forcing the referee and a few of the seconds that Jake brought to the ring to help take them out.) Freddy Ferdinand: “And introducing now, in the corner to my right, he is the reigning and defending King of Europe and is wearing the stars-and-stripes of the United States. He is from Chicago, Illinois, USA and weighed in tonight at 184 and 1\2 pounds. He is a former 2-time PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion. Please welcome…. “The Wrestling Machine” and the “Master of 1000 Holds” Nighthawk!” (As Nighthawk steps out of his corner, getting down on one knee and exhorting the crowd to make as much noise as they can, the sold-out crowd in the Color Line Arena responds to his request in perhaps even a more passionate way than he thought that they would, bombing the ring from all 4 sides and the rafters of the arena with streamers, causing Nighthawk’s seconds, the referee, and a few members of the security staff to be forced to rush into the ring to remove the streamers while the “Wrestling Machine” sits on the top turnbuckle, staring a hole through Jake Keeton as he does so.) (As the referee beckons Nighthawk and Jake Keeton out of their respective corners, their seconds following them into the middle of the ring, the referee Sasha Brown signals for the bell to be rung at which point the Chicago native and the Kentucky native lock up with as much intensity as they can muster. as each man pushes each other around the ring with all of the strength that they can muster up both the “Wrestling Machine” and the “All-American Nightmare” fall through the ropes but continue to work on the lockup, both men’s seconds clearing out of the way as this goes on. Eventually breaking with each other the two former World Light Heavyweight Champions glare at each other before bumping fists, sliding into the ring before the referee gets to the count of 20. Once back in the ring Jake and Nighthawk stare at each other, before again going back to the collar-and-elbow tie-up which takes both men into the corner and even forces the “Master of 1000 Holds” to stand on the second turnbuckle to get even more leverage. As soon as Sasha steps in to try and force a break though Nighthawk locks in a jujigatame while entangled in the ropes, cinching in the hold tight until the referee comes over to break at which point the Chicago native simply releases the hold and drops to the floor landing on his feet.) (Sliding back in underneath the bottom rope Nighthawk again stares at Jake, this time raising his hand to go for a knucklelock as he tries to use his advantage in height to control this contest. However, as the Chicago native raises his hand the Lexington native simply shakes his head no and hits a low single-leg takedown, and floats through right into a grounded front headlock as he instead uses his strength advantage to try and wear his opponent down. Shaking his fingers no when the referee asks him if he wants to give it up the former World Light Heavyweight Champion instead tries to release himself from this grip, but can’t appear to see the opening to do so. As the “Wrestling Machine” continues to try and figure a way out of this hold the “All-American Nightmare” quickly traps him by positioning his body between the “Master of 1000 Holds” and the ropes thus blocking him from getting the opening to counter out of the front headlock. Again shaking his fingers no, although at this point it is as much to keep himself in the match as it is to inform the referee that he does not plan on submitting, Nighthawk now gets an idea and slowly and painstakingly turns his body inside that of the former World Tag Team Champion, resting his head on the chest of Jake Keeton.) (Once he has his head in the chest of Jake Keeton Nighthawk quickly escapes from the front headlock and quickly floats through into a Rings of Saturn, locking that hold in by clasping his fingers together and adding in even more torque by pulling back almost until both of the elbows of the Lexington native are almost touching each other. Shaking his head no even as he screams out in pain the former World Tag Team Champion now begins to look for a way to escape this hold, only to find himself trapped in the center of the ring. Crawling on his chest towards the ropes the “All-American Nightmare” leans his forehead on the bottom strand of rope, forcing referee Sasha Brown to force the break of the Rings of Saturn. Getting to one knee, looking to try and see if he can find an opening, the “Wrestling Machine” stretches out his wrists and hands as Jake leans against the ropes for a minute catching his breath before going back in for a collar-and-elbow tie-up, which he holds on just long enough to sneak through into a reverse waistlock which he uses as a takedown while still having a tight grip on the grounded waistlock. Once he locks in the waistlock the former World Light Heavyweight Champion quickly transitions through into a choke variation of the Stretch Plum, as he again tries to wear down the “Master of 1000 Holds” by utilizing his advantages in strength.) (cinching in the Stretch Plum variation, scooting backwards as he does so to again try and utilize his clear strength advantage while at the same time preventing Nighthawk from getting to the ropes, Jake Keeton smirks for a minute as he thinks that he has the Chicago native right where he wants him. locking his hands together behind his own back to put as much torque on the modification of the hold Jake then wrenches backward and up on the submission, elevating the torso and chest of the “Wrestling Machine” up into the air as the crowd groans in sympathy. Screaming out no when the referee asks him if he wants to give it up the former World Light Heavyweight Champion immediately screams in pain as soon as the referee finishes asking him if he wants to quit, a turn of events which the “All-American Nightmare” reacts to simply by floating through into a pinning combination that gets a two-count, not waiting until the “Master of 1000 Holds” rolls his shoulder out of the pinning attempt before locking in a seated abdominal stretch. But as the former World Tag Team Champion tries to secure the hold Nighthawk locks his fingers together to block the hold before hitting a desperation armdrag from the mat and gets to his knees, taking that moment to take as many deep gulps of breath as he possibly can before staring across the ring at Jake who is also on his knees.) (slowly and hesitantly rising to his feet, keeping a wary eye on Jake Keeton as he does so, Nighthawk goes back to the collar-and-elbow tie-up this time locking in a standing outside wristlock, bending the wrist underneath the elbow joint of Jake and pushing down until Jake bridges down and then kicks out the feet controlling the wrist which he still holds onto at a 45-degree angle. Placing his knee on the inside of the shoulder of the Lexington native the Chicago native stays on the arm, changing his grip so that he can place his thumb on the inside of the hand to add even more pressure on the wristlock. Screaming out in pain the “All-American Nightmare” appears to be trying to think of a way to escape this hold, shaking out his right arm to get it off of the mat before reaching up and plastering the “Wrestling Machine” with a straight forearm to the head. Shaking his head in a combination of annoyance and determination the former World Light Heavyweight Champion dares Jake to land another forearm before grabbing the right arm threading their right arm through the gap the two arms provide, forming a '4', and providing leverage on the wristlock. scrambling towards the ropes the former World Tag Team Champion drapes his feet over the bottom rope and eventually rolls to the outside of the ring, appearing to think things over while shaking out his left arm as the “Master of 1000 Holds” stands in the ring waiting for him to come back in, the crowd chanting “Best in The World”.) (stepping back in the ring carefully, instructing the referee to back Nighthawk off once he gets to the ring apron, Jake slowly steps back into the ring going for another collar-and-elbow tie-up, this time locking in another headlock as he again tries to slow down his opponent’s offensive strategy. Trying to fight out of this hold the Chicago native appears to be unable to find a counter out, and is powerless to prevent the takeover into the side headlock. Banging his forearms against the mat in utter frustration at just how easy Jake has been able to apply the headlock whenever he has wanted to the former World Light Heavyweight Champion again tries to roll his way out of the side headlock, only to see the Lexington native anticipate the counter and block it by scooting back towards the ropes while still holding on to the grounded side headlock, putting his feet on the ropes as he does so to a chorus of boos. Still locking in the headlock the “All-American Nightmare” takes a deep breath and announces to the crowd that he is the “BEST IN THE WORLD!”, a claim which draws boos from the sold-out crowd and a sudden chant of “let’s go Nighthawk” from the partisan crowd in Berlin. But as the former World Tag Team Champion continues to hold on the headlock the referee notices his foot on the ropes and immediately begins a count of 5, stunning Jake just long enough for the “Master of 1000 Holds” to pull himself up to his feet and counter through into a hammerlock.) (holding tight on the hammerlock Nighthawk takes several more deep gulps of air, his chest heaving and his body sweating at the amount of energy that he has been forced to waste countering out of headlocks, before locking in the hammerlock. However, as he holds onto the hammerlock Jake fires a short elbow strike right to the orbital bone around the eye, forcing the Chicago native to release the hold and slump against the ropes, holding his eye. As the referee runs over to check on the vision of the “Wrestling Machine”, moving her finger from the outer edge towards the center of his eye and from the center toward the other edge of the eye, Jake stands in the center of the ring waiting for the match to be restarted. As soon as Sasha signals that the match is ready to begin the former World Light Heavyweight Champion steps back in the center of the ring and lets loose with a gigantic slap across the face, so loud in fact that the crowd buzzes in shock. Pacing around the ring, running his tongue around the inside of his mouth, the “All-American Nightmare” returns fire with a booming slap of his own to the face, although with his right arm as he appears to be favoring his left ever so slightly. Gritting his teeth the “Master of 1000 Holds” hits a pair of slaps to the face followed by a roaring elbow attempt, which the former World Tag Team Champion ducks and attempts to counter with a roaring elbow of his own which Nighthawk blocks and counters with an ipponzei which he rolls through into a triangle\jujigatame combination which he uses as an opening to fire elbows to the crown of the head.) (raining down elbows on the top of the head from this position Nighthawk is forced to stop firing elbows when Jake rolls through into a folding press that gets a 2-count although he still manages to hold onto the cross-armbreaker, forcing the Lexington native to reach with his free hand and loosen the crossed ankles of the Chicago native to break the grip and give himself the opening to twist himself over into a bow-and-arrow. Pulling back tight on the hold Jake tries to get a submission, forcing the referee Sasha Brown to come over and see if the “Wrestling Machine” is going to give up. Screaming out “No!” when the referee asks him if he wants to give up the former World Light Heavyweight Champion tries to figure out how to get out of this, although that task is made a little bit harder with the “All-American Nightmare” ripping at his face while still holding onto the hold. Screaming out in agony as he continues to inform the referee that he is not ready to submit the reigning King of Europe somehow manages to counter into top position, popping Jake with an open hand strike to the nose and using that as a way to spin through back into the cross-armbreaker, pulling back as tight on the hold as he possibly can as the former World Tag Team Champion screams in agony beneath him. Refusing to let go of the hold the “Master of 1000 Holds” cranks on it even tighter into the center of the ring, relinquishing the hold only when Sasha Brown informs him that Jake was able to get to the ropes.) (As both men stare at each other, a welt beginning to form under the right eye of Nighthawk and Jake Keeton openly favoring his left arm, Jake hits a double-leg takedown seemingly out of nowhere and quickly slides up to a camel clutch, using this as an opening to drive a series of crossface forearms right across the bridge of the nose of the Chicago native. Trying to remain stoic even as forearms are thrown the former World Light Heavyweight Champion instead simply pushes up on the grip of the camel clutch and slides through into a fujiwara armbar, however both men are close enough to the ropes to where the Lexington native can simply grab them and force a break. As the referee moves in to separate the both of them the “Wrestling Machine” waits until the “All-American Nightmare” is up to his feet before going for another ipponzei, only this time for the former World Tag Team Champion to block and land a sudden 1\2-nelson suplex that drops the “Master of 1000 Holds” right on the top of his head. Shaking out his left arm from the sudden force that was required to hit the maneuver Jake smirks at the crowd before rubbing the face of his opponent into the mat, following that up with a sharp jumping double kneedrop right to the back of the neck and then running the laces of his boots across the forehead of his opponent.) (Leaning against the ropes, basking in the mixed reaction that he is currently receiving from the crowd, Jake quickly fires a stomp to the forehead to keep his opponent right where he is before pulling Nighthawk up to his feet and catching him with a hooking lariat with his right arm that lands like a shotgun blast to the neck, before following that up with a falling headbutt to the bridge of the nose and then again ripping at the face of the Chicago native, hitting a spinning bootscrape after that. Going for a cover, grinding his forearm right into the chin and jaw of the former World Light Heavyweight Champion as he does so, the Lexington native turns around in shock to gesture at the referee that he thought the count had to be 3 even though it was 2 according to Sasha Brown. Keeping the pressure on the “All-American Nightmare” pulls the “Wrestling Machine” up to his feet and hits a textbook belly-to-belly suplex, following that up with a running senton splash that drives the air out of his opponent’s lungs. Grabbing the “Master of 1000 Holds” by the hair he lands another lariat to the neck before crumpling him up with a snap suplex, following that with a kneedrop to the bridge of the nose.) (deciding to try and finish this right now Jake again pulls Nighthawk up by the hair and insultingly toys with his hair before blistering him with a massive european uppercut and then hitting a snap gutwrench suplex. Smirking again the Lexington native goes for a cover, this time not getting the victory because the former World Light Heavyweight Champion was able to get his foot across the bottom rope. Gritting his teeth the “All-American Nightmare” now shakes out his arm again and pulls the “Wrestling Machine” up by the hair and hits a textbook head-and-arm suplex before grinding his forearm into the face of the King of Europe, placing his boot across the throat as the referee Sasha Brown quickly sniffs out the sneaky choke and begins to count forcing Jake to break the choke, which he does but not before dropping another sharp kneedrop to the bridge of the nose. Smirking as the crowd chants “Let’s Go Nighthawk” Jake again rips at the face and nose of the “Master of 1000 Holds”, before pulling up to his feet and firing more crossface forearms to the nose and face.) (Pulling Nighthawk up to his feet one more time Jake again whips him into the turnbuckle and follows him in with a running elbow to the forearm, hitting a lariat when he native staggers out which concludes a combination he calls Buy One Get One Free. Dragging him to the ropes the Lexington native taunts the crowd by insultingly scraping the sole of his boot across the face of the former World Light Heavyweight Champion before mockingly clapping his hands and then using that opening to pull him up to his feet and crush him with a release Tiger Suplex. But as the “All-American Nightmare” turns to the crowd to brag about the position that he has put the “Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk somehow manages to get to his feet and attempt to load up a palm strike which has nothing on it whatsoever, allowing Jake to land a head-and-arm suplex. Wagging his finger no Jake goes back on the attack, stomping Nighthawk in the head before getting an evil grin on his face and bringing him up to his feet one more time. Locking him in a Gory Special, the former World Tag Team Champion yanks back as far as he can in an attempt to draw the submission before converting it seamlessly into the knee strike to the head from the Gory Special that he calls the Silent Nightmare. Covering, grinding his forearm across the face as he does so, Jake screams out a string of expletives when the referee informs Jake that the “Master of 1000 Holds” again kicked out, this time placing his foot on the bottom strand of ring rope.) (Running his thumb across his throat Jake goes for the Detox only to see Nighthawk counter somehow into the Vacuum Twist collapsing to the mat as the crowd in Berlin erupts with what they just saw and chanting “PWA” seemingly running out of things to say. Pulling himself up to his feet with the aid of the ropes the Chicago native turns around and walks right into a forearm strike to the head, sending the former World Light Heavyweight Champion slumping back into the ropes where he comes off with a palm strike which this time has enough on it to send the Lexington native staggering back in the ropes where he tries to do the same thing and come off with a discus punch only to miss and hit with a keylock drop. Grabbing the ropes to again pull himself up to his feet the “Wrestling Machine” appears to be finally back in this as the crowd chants “Let’s Go Nighthawk” in an attempt to help him along. Climbing onto the ring apron the King of Europe hits a bodyslam and then goes up to the top rope on shaky legs, signaling to the crowd that he is crazy even for attempting a top-rope maneuver. Extending his arms out wide both to gauge the distance of the leap and to encourage the crowd to cheer him a bit more the King of Europe hits a textbook swandive headbutt right to the shoulder joint of the “All-American Nightmare”. Letting out a war cry and banging his fists on the mat the “Master of 1000 Holds” hits a twisting springboard moonsault followed by a standing moonsault, covering and getting frustrated when the referee informs him that Jake kicked out on the count of 2.) (focusing his attention back on the arm Nighthawk hits a straitjacket armbreaker, and then hits an Ace Crusher to the arm as he focuses on setting things up to lock in the Hangman’s Clutch which sends Jake spilling to the ropes through the outside holding his arm. Following him out Nighthawk goes for a tope suicida between the top and middle turnbuckle and hits it driving Jake’s left arm into the ringpost but flies through the target and bangs his head on the lip of the safety rail, knocking himself out as he does so. As the referee begins the count, Nighthawk and Jake both unmoving as Jake tries to pull himself up to his feet but can’t, she signals for the bell as she realizes that both men are unable to continue.) Freddy Ferdinand: “Ladies and gentlemen referee Sasha Brown has made the following decision. Both Nighthawk and Jake Keeton are unable to continue. Therefore this match will be ruled a no-contest. Therefore, still the reigning and defending King of Europe, Nighthawk!” (As “Holding Out For A Hero” plays over the loudspeakers the referee signals for medical attention for both Nighthawk and Jake Keeton, both men being taken to the back as the sold-out crowd gets up on their feet and chants “Match of The Year”.) TAG TEAM TOURNAMENT (#5) Jostrodomus & Va'aiga vs. (#6) Dade Davis & Chris Michaels Written by: Sam Quadros: And now for our main event! Franks: And what an event that is folks, where the controversial Era takes on Jostrodomus and Va’aiga of West Kosta Nostra. Quadros: There is nothing controversial about the Era, they are just plain cool. Franks: If you mean cool as in cold hearted then I fully agree with you. Quadros: I mean cool, as in hip, with it, gangsta and rad...You need to loosen up your lingo or these kids in the audience will think you are far from dope. Franks: ...one day, one day I just hope to work with a professional. Quadros: My sentiments exactly, which is why I want to see four professionals get it on in the ring right now! The camera pans away from the announce team and to PWA’s ring crew, the referee is standing next to the announcer and the camera men are all ready to catch the action, the announcer steps forward microphone in hand and begins to get things underway. Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen the next bout will be the main event of the evening, and is scheduled for one fall and will be contested under Tag Team Rules.... The fans cheer, the excitement surrounding the tag team tournament has been second to none. Announcer: Weighing in first at a combined weight of 409 Lbs, we have the team of Dade Davis and Chris Michaels THE ERA!!!! 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. Quadros: Here they are the NEXT PWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! Franks: What is it with you? Every week I sit here and hear you give biased opinions about superstars that are nothing short of disrespectful. Quadros: It bit like how you get up Nighthawk’s ass isn’t it? Franks: I am not up Nighthawk’s ass, I just tend to find his views and sportsmanship refreshing. Announcer: And their opponents...Weighing in at the combined weight of 615 Lbs, Representing West Kosta Nostra...JOSTRODOMUS AND VA’AIGA! The lights dim and four blue spotlights close in on the entrance gate. The restrained piano leads into the deep, thoughtful rapping of 2Pac's "Breathin" as Va'aiga and Jostrodomus walk out. The fans cheer the two GFWA originals loudly. Stress, but busta free Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathin Bustin, my automatic rounds Catch 'em while they sleepin, now I'm the last motherfucker breathin The Maori Badass and The Number 1 Stunna take a long look down the, staring out their opponents in the ring, the then begin to walk slowly and confidently. The spotlights follow them as they step into the ring, and the house lights return as Va'aiga and Joz walk to opposite turnbuckles, climb to the second rope and pose for the crowd. Franks: Did you see the look of intensity as Va’aiga locked eyes with HotShot? I think the Maori Badass hasn’t taken kindly to Michaels. Quadros: The Maori Badass probably wants a piece of Hotshot’s ass, I hear these weird Samoan types love the cock. Franks: Will you please! If Va’aiga heard you he would eat you alive. Quadros: Yeah starting with my cock, I’m not scared of him The Era will save me. Franks: You wish! The ref stands dead centre as it seems Va’aiga and Dade Davis are going to start up first...The bell sounds and Dade strikes an arrogant and cocky pose, lifting his arms into the air and smiling at Va’aiga. But the Maori Badass is not intimidated, instead he bounces back of the ropes and drops Dade with a Yakuza Kick, Dade holds his mouth and rolls out of the ring to regroup. Va’aiga: BOO-YAA! Dade looks into the ring, his blue eyes searing at the Maori Badass, The franchise knows he needs a new direction and so he slides into the ring slowly and cautiously, but before he can stand up the Maori big man darts at him and kicks him in the ribs, Dade then uses his strength to dive and Tags in Chris Michaels. Franks: And this is the new tag camps is it? Quadros: You wait and see. Va’aiga pounds his chest and ushers in HotShot, not realising Dade has positioned himself behind him, Dade quickly grabs hold of Va’aiga’s legs as Michaels spring boards into the ring with a drop kick to the big man’s face, Dade rolls out of the ring as HotShot continues to stomp down on the Maori Warrior. Quadros: Told you to wait, told you to see. Hotshot then tosses Va’aiga into the corner and tags in Dade again, this time Dade hits a series of European uppercuts followed by a DDT, once down on the ground HotShot uses the second rope to springboard himself onto Va’aiga with a leg drop before exiting the ring. Franks: Well despite cheating it is effective. Dade lifts Va’aiga up and goes for another European uppercut, but the Maori saw it coming, he fights through the pain and takes hold of Davis’ arm and torso where he elevates him and drops him with a modified version of the Maoribomb!! Franks: Maoribomb, Maoribomb, Maoribomb! Va’aiga pops up with speed that can only be described as rare in a man of his size, he then lifts Dade up but Dade hit’s a kick to Va’aiga’s balls, The Maori doubles over onto his knees as The Franchise locks him in a front face lock, he then wraps his legs around the front of the big mans stomach and falls on his back trying to choke him out. Quadros: What innovation from Davis! It looks as if Va’aiga is about to give up, but some how he manages to get to his knees, Dade holds on as Va’aiga begins to slowly elevate himself, one leg at a time, but Dade still hangs on trying to choke out the Maori, but out of nowhere Va’aiga flings his whole body backwards smashing Dade face first into the ground with a over head belly to belly suplex. The fans go insane as that move was devastating; HotShot looks worried as both men lay down in the centre of the ring. Franks: I don’t say this often, but I think that move right there could have killed Dade Davis. Quadros: You don’t say it often? Because it’s a one of sentence you idiot. Both men begin to stir, each heading for their respective corners, both exhausted and in need of a break, and the man that gets tagged i n first will clearly have an advantage. Va’aiga reaches up to Jostrodomus, Davis reaches up to Michaels...TAG! Jostrodomus and HotShot enter the ring with ferocity, the run straight at each other, but Joz being the freshest man in the ring manages to clothesline HotShot spinning him inside out! Joz then lifts HotShot up and hits hit in the jaw with some hard rights and lefts knocking him into the corner, Michaels is downed sitting in the corner as an enraged Jostrodomus punches him over and over, the ref intervenes pulling Joz away. Franks: Jostrodomus has been quite vocal about his distain for The Era, it seems this is coming through in his actions. The ref argues with Jostrodomus giving Chris Michaels time to recover, and with desperation HotShot leaps up and out towards his opponent hitting a super kick on the side of Jostrodomus’ head, Joz goes limp and drops to the ground. Quadros: Picture perfect Super kick from a picture perfect superstar! Franks: Jostrodomus was busy talking to the ref, Michaels cheated, not a surprise there really. Michaels goes for the quick cover... 1 2 Kick-out! Joz gets his shoulders up in the nick of time, Michaels looks around the crowd seething that he couldn’t end the match right there. Michaels lifts Jostrodomus up and hits a few forearms for god measure before whipping him to the ropes, Joz bounces back and Michaels goes for another Super-kick, but Jostrodomus ducks, Michaels turns around! 1-Stunna!!!! Joz lays his arm over with a cover... 1 2 Kick-Out! Joz looks up to his opponent, The Maori Badass himself, who is yelling at him to tag him in “I want the son of a bitch” He shouts, Joz smiles and nods at his partner, Joz then stands lifting Michaels up and tossing him to their corner, Joz then tags in Va’aiga who seemingly starts to destroy the chest of Chris Michaels with some knife edge chops! Va’aiga: What’s my name! What’s my name! Franks: Va’aiga obviously not happy with the fact that HotShot referred to him as Vagina? Quadros: Ha, Ha! Vagina! He how about Vi’agra? Franks: Like I said once before, I am not going to bail you out when a 6’8 Maori beats the living hell out of you. He yells at Michaels before pummelling him down into the corner with some harsh right hands, Va’aiga backs up and then runs at Michaels hitting him with a huge face-wash! Michaels goes limp, Va’aiga lifts him from off the ground and waves Jostrodomus in to the ring, Va’aiga hoists HotShot into the air as Joz looks ready to hit The Nuff Said when the ref jumps in the middle, shouting at Joz to get out of the ring, as he does this Dade Davis enters the ring holding a steel chair in his hands, he then smashes the chair across Va’aiga’s back giving Michaels enough momentum and time to wriggle out of the hold, as he swings out he holds onto Va’ aiga’s head hitting a spike DDT! Quadros: their team work is impeccable. While down Dade hit’s the Maori with another chair shot, Jostrodomus has seen enough, he pushes past the ref and runs at Davis, Davis flea’s out of the ring followed by Jostrodomus as Va’aiga is covered by Chris Michaels. 1 2 3!!!! Announcer: Here are your winners, THE ERA!!!!! FOR THE FUN OF IT Written by: Rich ::The camera goes back into the backstage area, where we see Jostrodomus walking down the hallway, into one of the loading areas. As he goes past, we see a quick, bright green flash, and hear a loud "THUD" from the direction that Jos was going. The camera moves over, and we see Captain Howdy standing over a fallen Jostrodomus, his walking stick held in both hands, one up near the knob at the top. The Captain shortens up his grip on his walking stick, and begins to rain down one heavy shot after another, mostly targeting Jos' head and ribs. When Jos tries to curl up, the Captain hauls off and kicks him low, causing the Number One Stunner to yell out in pain. The Captain stops, looking somewhat maniacal at the moment, and begins to look around. He sees something he likes, apparently, because an evil smile takes over his face, as he looks back down at his victim.:: CAPTAIN HOWDY: I got fined for trying to break your neck. Lucky for me, this one is prepaid. ::The Captain reaches down, and grabs Jos by the arm. He drags the former World Champion over to a forklift, and stretches his arms out in front of it. The madman then clubs Jos a few more times in the head, before putting his arms back where he wants them. Howdy disappears for a moment, and then we see something we weren't ready for. The forks of the forklift begin to lower, until they are right over Jos' biceps. It continues down, pinning Jos' arms to the floor, and continuing to press. Jos begins to scream in pain, and vainly trys to pull his arms loose, but the pressure is just too great. Finally, the machine shuts off, and the Captain walks back into view.:: CH: How does it feel, Michael, to be completely at someone else's mercy? How does it feel to know that your life hangs in the balance, and the only thing that can save you is my good will? It seems that you like to have people in a similar position. Like Nadia, for example. You took advantage of her, Michael. You used her, and then discarded her like some piece of trash. And you did it all to satisfy your ego, and your libido. Me, I'm doing this just for the fun of it. ::The Captain begins to once again rain down heavy cane shots, one after another into the ribs, face, head, and knees of Jostrodomus. He methodically and calculatingly changes targets, even going so far as to place the end of the walking stick against Jos' kneecaps and lean down on it, first on the left, then the right. He continues to beat Jos without mercy or care, until the former Champion is no longer moving or making more than a low moaning sound. Howdy places the walking stick over Jos' throat, his hands on either side, and presses down.:: CH: It would be oh so easy now, Michael. It would be so simple to just put an end to you. Your friends aren't here. Nobody is going to save you, and the worst thing that will happen to me is that I might have to pay a bit more than I already put down for all this. But, I won't do it here. Oh no, I have a better idea. Mob Rules is coming soon, and I think that's a good place for us to end all this, don't you? And at that particular event, I want to send you out of the building the same way you'll be leaving this one. On a STRETCHER!!! Yes Michael, a stretcher match. You and I, at Mob Rules. I'm sure you won't have any problem accepting that. Oh, and Nadia asked me to send you a little message. ::With that, the Captain stands up, and takes a few steps back. He then charges forward, and kicks Jos between the legs as hard as he can. The breath visibly leaves Jostrodomus' body, and his face goes a deep red as he struggles to cover or comfort himself, but cannot get loose to do so. The Captain just smiles, and cups an ear, as if to hear Jos' struggles for breath that much better.:: CH: I take it you get the message. Good. See you at Mob Rules, Michael. HAHAHAHAAAHAHAAAHAAA!!! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAAAAHAAA!!!! ::The Captain turns and walks away, still laughing maniacally, as Jos struggles to breathe and probably to hold onto his lunch, before the scene switches back to ringside.:: Franks: Damn! Somebody better get Jostrodomus some help! Quadros: Ah ha ha! He got everything he deserved there. What a night for Jostrodomus! Franks: Man, that was just a brutal attack by Captain Howdy. Ladies and gentlemen, we are out of time! Check premierewrestling.com for further updates on the condition of Jostrodomus! We'll see you back here next week!

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