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VIOLATION 75
Sunday, November 1st, 2009
Pete Maravich Center in Baton Rouge, Louisiana
SO FAR, SO GOOD
Written by: Neil
[ Mugs Hammerfist strokes his bald head and stands by the front door of the Pete Maravich Center. The Head of Security peers through the glass door with an unsure expression etched over his face. Once again the fate of his business depends on the success or failure of another new PWA Commissioner. However this time, he has actual backing compared to the days when Wren Chesney wanted to run him out of town. Heck, he isn't even Daz Van Dyke's forced guard anymore. Still, he is unsure how this next evolution of PWA will go under the helm of the unqualified Commissioner Nikki Cortez. ]
[ A big smile comes over his face despite his uneasy stomach as he swings open the door like a gentleman. In walks the slender new Commissioner dressed to a tee in a new pin stripe lady's suit that matches her black hair. Dragging a luggage case on wheels behind her, Commissioner Nikki Cortez removes the sunglasses from her face and places them through her hair. ]
Mugs: Good evening, Commissioner.
[ The former PWA lead photographer turned London McCormack valet turned Jason Sandman's damsel in distress turned PWA Board Member and finally turned into Commissioner hesitates slightly as if Mugs isn't even talking to her. Yet she does muster a smile despite this unwanted promotion thrust upon her by Terminus at the end of Conflict 7. ]
Nikki: Hello, Mugs. How are you tonight?
Mugs: We are good. All security protocols are in order and going off without a hitch. Shall I escort the Commissioner to her new office?
Nikki: Um, yeah. And thank you so far tonight. Hopefully we can have a flawless show.
Mugs: I wouldn't bet on it, Mrs. Cortez. Right this way. Your office is down the hall. Shall I station security outside your door?
Nikki: Uh, what did everybody else do?
Mugs: Well Wren wanted constant security and Samantha Gaither always had me on call. What do YOU want?
Nikki: Security at my door? Um, that won't be necessary. I guess I'll use my husband's concept and keep my door always open.
Mugs: Very well. This way.
[ The two start to proceed down the hallway towards the new Commissioner's office. So far, so good. ]
EARTH TO TONY
Written by: Blake & Donnie
Ashton Crowley and Tony Field step out of a car in the loading dock of the Pete Maravich Center to a huge reaction from the crowd. The three are in the middle of a conversation as they begin to walk towards the wrestlers’ entrance of the arena.
Ashton Crowley: …so I says “Rectum? Damn near killed ‘em!”
Field laughs as Crowley stops and checks his pockets.
Crowley: Shit. Hold on. I left my phone in the car.
Turning, Crowley walks back to the car to retrieve his phone. He stops, however, when he sees Field freeze and stand in the middle of the entryway of the dock, as if he were frightened by something.
Crowley: Hey…You okay man?
Field: Yeah…It’s just…It’s nothing, alright? Just get your shit and let’s get inside.
Crowley looks at Field inquisitively, then nods.
Crowley: Alright…Sure man. Just a second.
He reaches into the car and grabs his phone before joining Field again as the two walk towards the entrance to the arena.
Crowley: You sure you’re okay bro?
Field: Yeah…Listen, I-I don’t want to talk about it, okay? I’ll be fine.
The two walk through the entrance as Crowley looks at Field, concerned for his partner.
REGULAR RULES
Bubba Williams vs. Nighthawk
Written by: Okori (match) & Andrew (commentary)
An expectant hush falls over the crowd as the lights dim. Ring Announcer Freddy Ferdinand waits for a few agonizing seconds, and the audience leans toward the ring in suspense. He raises his microphone with a brief flourish, and finally intones, “This next contest is scheduled for one fall.”
"Land of Dixie" hits the speakers as a flowing Rebel flag plays on the Jumbo tron. A record scratch cuts Dixie and the Driving bass Drum of Lighting Does the Work by Chad Brock kicks through the speakers. Bubba steps out onto the ramp packing a Copenhagen can of dip in his right hand. He turns towards the ring, throws in a chaw into his lip and continues down the ramp, spittin a stream of brown liquid on the mat as he reaches ringside. He slides into the ring, walks to the center and raises both fists into the air as red, white and blue pyro explodes behind him.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “Introducing first, from Lynchburg, Tennessee and weighing in at 265 pounds…. ‘Buckshot’ Bubba Williams.”
(As his opponent stands in the center of the ring the house lights in the arena suddenly fade all the way to black and are quickly replaced by blue and white laser lights which draws an appreciative roar from the sold-out crowd. As the laser lights flash in time the roar grows ever louder as the familiar opening strains of ""Holding Out For A Hero (Sweet Home Chicago Intro)" by Emery booms out over the sound speakers as Nighthawk stands at the top of the ramp, raising one finger above his head as his profile is silhouetted in blue smoke. Bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet Nighthawk stares a hole through his opponent in the middle of the ring as the crowd claps along in time with the beat of the song, his ice-blue eyes never leaving his target as he walks down the ramp while enthusiastically shaking hands with every single fan that he can touch and walking all the way around the ring to try and get close to as many fans as he possibly can. Getting on the top turnbuckle Nighthawk raises one finger above his head before crouching down in his corner.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “And his opponent, from the fighting city of Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 185 pounds….. please welcome the ‘Master of 1000 Holds’… ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk!”
(As the bell rings, Nighthawk taking off his jacket and handing it to the ringside attendant, Bubba immediately jumps him from behind landing heavy fists to the back of the neck and the upper shoulders. Whipping him into the ropes the Tennessee native goes for a short-range lariat only to watch as the former World Light Heavyweight Champion effortlessly slides under the blow and picks the left arm off with a textbook overhead armdrag, grabbing on to the wrist before the arm hits the ground and flipping himself over to the inside of “Buckshot” before dropping a leg on the arm and floating over into a Rings of Saturn. Yanking back tight on the Rings of Saturn, making sure to keep his fingers locked together in order to put as much pressure on the arms of his opponent as possible, the “Wrestling Machine” pulls backward and up as bubba tries desperately to get to the ropes which he finally does, screaming for the referee to let him go as soon as he does so. Rolling to his feet with speed, raising one finger above his head, Nighthawk shrugs his shoulders in the general direction of Bubba who gets a disgusted look on his face and charges again only to be taken down with a wraparound armdrag. Following that up with a Manami Roll into an armdrag which sends Bubba to the outside the “Master of 1000 Holds” cues the crowd up to clap before getting a head of steam and flying through the ropes with a no-hands bullet tope suicida, landing against the guardrail before standing atop it and exhorting the crowd to make even more noise.)
Franks: Nighthawk has really taken it to Bubba Williams from the sound of the opening bell, and has Williams looking rather confused and dispirited at the moment. Williams is going to have to find a way to counter Nighthawk's lucha-based attack, or else he's going to find himself being overwhelmed very quickly!
(Sliding back into the ring, stretching out his wrists, Nighthawk waits in the center of the ring as Bubba pulls himself up to his feet and gets back into the ring, a look of sheer annoyance on his face at being embarrassed and out-wrestled. Going back into the center of the ring Bubba feints as though he is going for a collar-and-elbow tie-up and then simply slaps the Chicago native hard across the face, quickly following up with a hard elbow strike to the chin. Pulling himself up to his feet the former World Light Heavyweight Champion looks askance at his opponent and nods his head in understanding before returning fire with a rapid-fire series of slaps to the face, followed up by a series of knife-edge chops to the chest and finishing the combo with a thudding European uppercut to the chin. However, as the former World Heavyweight Champion goes for an Unprettier the Tennessee native counters out into an attempt at a backdrop driver, which the “Wrestling Machine” counters out of with an ipponzei. But as the former World Heavyweight Champion rolls to his feet he is caught with a hooking lariat to the chest and then a Western Lariat to the chin as Bubba immediately leans back against the ring ropes shaking out his left arm.)
Quadros: Well, that's one way to counter Nighthawk's assault! It doesn't matter how many moves Nighthawk has in his arsenal- if an opponent can find a way to hit him flush in the face, there's a good chance that he can get some business done!
(Immediately pouncing on his opponent Bubba immediately hits a hard stomp to the head before pulling his opponent up to his feet and returning the heavy bombs from earlier by landing a pair of thunderous forearms to the head, before hitting a huge european uppercut and then a double-arm DDT. Pulling up the Chicago native by the hair, glaring at him dismissively, the Tennessee native drops him on his head with a sit-down powerbomb that gets a 2-count. Firing the former World Light Heavyweight Champion into the corner “Buckshot” fires one more elbow to the head before getting a brutal running yakuza kick to the face. Running his thumb across his throat, as though he expects the match to end right here, Bubba goes for the Burning Cross. But as he goes for it Nighthawk counters into a hurricanrana in mid-air and quickly floats through into the Hangman’s Clutch, pulling back until Bubba has no choice but to tap out.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “Here is your winner…. ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk!”
Quadros: Come on, Carl...Go ahead an say it....
Franks: Say what?
Quadros: "What a brilliant technical display by Nighthawk to gain another big victory in PWA competition!"
Franks: Actually, you said it better than I could have. I guess the only thing to add is that we have a heck of a show lined up, so keep watching to see what else happens on the seventhy-fifth edition of Violation!
AN ISSUE WITH DESKS
Written by: Paul, Andrew, & Neil
[ As Commissioner Cortez and Mugs Hammerfist roam the halls towards the Commissioner's office, they can't help but notice two large men standing at the doorway trying as hard as they can to shove a marred and beat up desk into the room. A scowl forms over Mugs' face as he is unaware of what is going on. ]
Mugs: Excuse me, guys, but what is going on here? There's all ready a desk in Commissioner Cortez's office. You didn't order another one did you, Ms. Cortez?
Nikki: Um, no. One desk is plenty thank you.
Mover #1: We had an order to get this piece of garbage desk in there and...careful Johnny!
[ Mover Johnny trips up on something and loses his footing, dropping the beat up desk right on the floor with a bang! ]
Mover #2: Sorry, boss.
[ The two movers carry on with their business in the Commissioner's office, making sure to push the hammered desk right up against the nice new one Commissioner Cortez has. Mugs and Nikki look at each other with bewilderment. ]
Mugs: Guys, get this desk out of here! She didn't order it and she doesn't want it!
Nikki: It's okay, Mugs. Whatever. I'll make due.
Mover #1: Good cause that was a bitch to carry in here. Where's what's his name? He has to sign the receipt.
Nikki: Who?
[ A cough is heard from the doorway, making everybody turn around. There's Jason Sandman leaning on the door frame asking for the receipt. ]
Mover #1: Here you go, bub.
Nikki: You?! What are you doing here, Sandman?
Sandman: Work. I am here to represent the wrestlers or some shit.
Nikki: Whoa, hold on a minute. You can't work in my office!
[ Mugs Hammerfist stares down Jason Sandman. ]
Mugs: Would you like me to remove the trash, Ms. Cortez?
Sandman: Mugs how many times are we going to play this game. We play who has the bigger dick and every single motherfucking time I have won. Why don't you go fuck with Gaither. Maybe then your lack of a dick will be visible?
[ The moving men start to chuckle at Sandman's comments. Mugs Hammerfist balls up his fists and looks ready to make Sandman pay for his words. But before he can even respond, Ms. Cortez grabs him by the shoulder. ]
Nikki: It's okay, Mugs. We can find Sandman another room to “work” out of.
[ The movers sigh as they might have to move that desk again. ]
Sandman: Actually this room isn't to bad. I think we can work nicely together. I mean I can't think of a time we haven't got along.
Nikki: I can think of many times we haven't gotten along, Sandman! I don't like you and I want even less to do with you. So just leave all ready! This has been hard enough of a transition. I don't need you sitting here, distracting me all night.
Sandman: On the contrary. I think we can make beautiful music together, and I seem to remember there was a time when all you could say was yes yes YES. Actually you were moaning it, but you still had a smile on your face.
[ The movers start to chuckle again until Commissioner Cortez shoots them that eye. Mugs Hammerfist moves in to shove Jason Sandman out of the office. That is until Terminus shows up. ]
Terminus: Good evening, Commissioner. Sandman. How is the current arrangement proceeding?
Nikki: Damn it, Terminus! This is unreasonable! I don't want anything to do with Jason Sandman!
[ A wan smile forms over the face of Terminus thanks in part to Commissioner Cortez's early frustrations with the situation. ]
Terminus: Well surely you recall the specifics of our agreement? You get to be Commissioner so long as you receive advice from your consultants Simon Retter and Jason Sandman. And what better way to communicate and make PWA better as a whole than to have you all work within the confines of the same office?
Nikki: What, you mean Retter is going to be in here too?
Terminus: Eventually I assume.
Sandman: God Damn it Evan. I don't want that bitch in the same room as me, present company excluded.
Nikki: How the hell am I supposed to do my job with those two leering over my shoulder and second guessing everything I do?
[The smile on the face of Terminus becomes a little more apparent as he leans against the edge of Nikki's desk and folds his arms as he stares at her.]
Terminus: Nikki, you know very well that each and every decision that you make is going to be second-guessed, regardless of whether the three of you share this office or no. At least this way, you'll have the opportunity to communicate any disagreement that exists between you, to ensure that an...informed consensus will be reached.
Sandman: Besides Nikki. It's not like I am a complete and total prick.
[Jason looks around and sees everyone looking at him.]
Sandman: Okay so maybe I am, but I think that in the interest of making Retter's life a living hell, that you and I should agree to put the past behind us and move forward for the better good.
[Again everyone looks at him like he is crazy.]
Sandman: What? Can't a guy try and turn over a new lea.....okay I so this is going to be hard work, but just remember we both hate Retter.
Terminus, under his breath: Almost as much as I do...
[At that moment, knocking can be heard at the door, and a third set of movers appear at the doorway, trailed by Simon Retter himself.]
Nikki: Oy vey.
Retter, through the other side of the door: Gentlemen, I realize that your occupation doesn't require you to use your brains all that frequently, but is it within the realm of possibility for you to carry one single object without having it collide with every single wall of this establishment!?
[Jason pulls out his spikes. Terminus peers out through the door, and addresses the movers in a pleasant tone of voice.]
Terminus: Hey, do you guys need a hand with that?
Retter, in an ice cold tone of voice: Oh, I think you've helped enough, Evan.
Sandman: Then allow me to give you a hand.
[Jason walks over to the movers who have finally got the desk through the door. Jason smiles as he drives his fists through the top of the desk nearly breaking it in half. The men drop the desk and the last restraints break and the desk is now in two pieces.]
Jason: Now its easier to move. Get this garbage out of here, and while you're at it throw the desk out too.
[ Nikki Cortez shakes her head and rubs the bridge of her nose with frustration. ]
Nikki: Wonderful. We're all here. Can I get some work done now? Is that okay with you guys or do you need to get more comfortable?
Retter: Well, with Sandman's rather atrocious attempts at interior decorating, that doesn't leave me a lot of seating space...So, if you don't mind Jason, I think I'll take your seat instead.
[With that, Retter takes a seat behind the desk used by Sandman, while keeping his gaze focused upon the Second Consultant.]
Nikki: Comfortable now, Retter?
Retter: It will do.
Nikki: Good, now before you interrupted Sandman was telling us how he was going to turn over a new leaf.
Retter: Oh, this should be MOST amusing....
Jason: Indeed I was, but much like any good drug addict before he or she finally walks into rehab they have to have that one last big high, and so I hope Nikki and Evan, you can forgive an addict for his last smoke of death.
Retter: Must you pollute the air with smoke, in addition to your foul blathering, Jason?
[Jason smiles as he looks at Retter and throws the spikes right at the former Mr. Weatherbee and smiles even bigger as they slam into Jason's desk as they pierce the fabric of Retter's coat and pinning him down.]
Sandman: I gotten pretty good with these haven't I.
Retter, after a long moment of silence: Yes. You have become someone proficient in them.
[Retter then shows surprising strength by prying the spikes from his coat and then handing them back to Jason.]
Retter: Wouldn't want you to lose track of these, Sandman. In any event, I suggest we get down to business...
[Retter levels a pointed stare at the other masked man in the room.]
Retter: Business that doesn't necessarily concern you, Evan.
Terminus: Of course. Well, I think I'll take my leave then...Have fun everyone...And know that you have my utmost confident in your ability to make this arrangement work out well for everyone.
[With that, Terminus departs.]
Retter: So, what shall we discuss first?
Sandman: How about how if you ever interrupt me again when I am trying to make a point, I will take your fucking head. Here's the other thing I was going to tell you about the drug addict thing. If said drug addict is refused their last high then chances are at some point in their rehabilitation they will relapse. Simon I was going to take this chance to get my high, but instead you decided to open your mouth. I guess the moment is gone, and you will just have to pray that relapse doesn't happen around you. Just remember as we work together that one night not to long ago I had your life in my hands and it was given back to you by as you would call them Mr. Andrews and Mr. Jacobs. They won't always be there to stop the monster, and the monster is looking for a fix to calm his nerves.
[Jason smiles as he stands up from sitting on his desk]
Sandman: Now get the fuck out of my seat.
Retter: Your threats and rants are a source of much amusement, Sandman. I survived your assault quite nicely the first time, Jason. I'm certain that I can do so again, if the situation requires. That said, I find this chair of your to be someone uncomfortable, so I think I'll stand for the remainder of this conversation.
[Retter rises to his feet and mockingly sweeps his arm in the direction of the empty chair.]
[Jason sits down in his chair.]
Sandman: Damn it Retter. You threw off my ass groove.
Retter: I'm certain you'll live.
[Commissioner Cortez looks like she's getting mighty pissed off with all this back and forth between Sandman and Retter. ]
Nikki: Gentlemen, please! Enough all ready! You want to turn over a new leaf, Sandman? Fine. I have a job for you.
[ She unzips the luggage case on her desk and pulls out the newly vacated Atlantic Championship. She hands it off Sandman who formerly held the title. ]
Nikki: Take this to Anthony D'Amato. He was the challenger to the belt and well with the unfortunate death of Dustin Jacobs, Mr. D'Amato will be the Atlantic Champion until a new challenger can be produced.
Retter, sounding amused: Have fun playing the role of delivery boy, Jason.
[Jason looks down at the belt and shakes his head]
Jason: Why in the hell do we give him the belt just cause some dude dies. Shouldn't we make him fight for it? Its what I had to do.
Retter: As much as I hate to agree with Jason about anything, it's a valid point.
Nikki: Are you guys suggesting you want to fight D'Amato for the right to be Atlantic Champion?
Retter: I was suggesting nothing of the sort, Cortez. I simply suggested that he should face someone on the roster for the chance to refer to himself as a champion.
Jason: Yeah that's what we do. I say we all three pick a name and do a four corners match or pick a name out the hat.
Retter: Not a terrible idea, Sandman.
[ Retter tilts his head toward Nikki]
Retter: What do you think, Mrs. Cortez?
Nikki: Hmm. Interesting proposal from my consultants. Don't be offended if I reject your idea. A girl is going to do what a girl is going to do.
[ She smirks. ]
Nikki: Onto the next order of business. Since Sandman won't deliver the title belt then I will. And since I'll be preoccupied with that, perhaps you two should help these kind movers and take your desks out of here. This room is a bit small for all of us don't you think, Mugs?
Mugs: Yeah it does seem a bit small with all these desks in here. I'd consider it a fire hazard, Ms. Cortez.
Nikki: That's what I was thinking. Maybe you can call the local fire marshal and we can get some clarification on this?
Mugs: I have him on speed dial.
Nikki: I like how you operate, Mugs. Now we're getting things done.
[ Mrs. Cortez picks up the Atlantic Title belt and proceeds out of the room to deliver it to Anthony D'Amato. Jason Sandman and Simon Retter look at each other with discontent. ]
Mover #2: Aw hell! Does this mean we have to move all this shit again?
NOT IN THE MOOD
Written by: Blake & Donnie
Field is sitting in the Dysfunction locker room, lying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. Crowley steps into the room from outside to find his partner deep in thought.
Crowley: Alright man. What the fuck is it?
Field sits up and looks at his partner, his face betraying no emotion.
Field: Don’t sweat it Ash. It’s nothing. I just…I don’t know what I need, but I don’t want to talk about it, alright?
Crowley: Fair enough man. Just let me know whatcha need me to do.
Field: Just anything to take my mind off shit.
Crowley: How ‘bout a joke?
Field chuckles at Crowley. He knows his type of jokes, and they’re not the type that is brought up in civil conversation, typically.
Field: I’m not really…
Crowley: What do you call a black pilot?
Field shakes his head, not responding.
Crowley: A pilot you fuckin’ racist!
Cracking a smile, Field grins briefly.
Field: Thanks man…I just don’t…
Crowley: Ah you’re no fun.
Field chuckles as Crowley pops open the cooler and whips a beer at him. Field catches it and sets it down next to him.
Field: Sorry man…I’m just not in the mood for drinking right now.
Crowley gets another concerned look on his face.
Crowley: Not in the mood for drinking? You sure you’re okay?
Field nods and leans his head back again, leaving Crowley staring at him as he returns to staring at the ceiling.
PART OF THAT WORLD
Written by: Kevin
The camera cuts to a backstage locker room that is covered in pink and purple curtains. It features several posters featuring Disney characters. There is also some plush toys as well as several Disney trinkets from the parks. There is even a replica Walt Disney and Mickey Mouse statue! In the center of this locker room is Miranda Buck!
Buck: I am here with PWA’s newest and probably most controversial star: Princess Portia!
The camera pans out to focus on Portia holding her scepter!
Portia: Good evening! All who come to this happy: WELCOME!
Miranda looks a little confused!
Buck: Um… yes! You made your debut at Conflict by sideswiping your opponent from behind with a scepter shot after distracting him with what can only be described as an Electrical Parade re-enactment!
Portia: Yes, my entrance needed to be grand and something you would find a seat at least an hour early for!
Buck: But many would consider your attack on Red Dragon unethical!
Portia looks almost offended.
Portia: Unethical? How is it ethical to schedule a Princess AGAINST a dragon! That is the plot of most Disney movies. But the only difference is that there is no one here willing to step up and be MY prince charming! So I had to become clever and find a way to get the upper hand and SLAY the dragon! And I did just that. I did it while still staying elegant.
Buck: I think many people will argue that.
Portia: I AM elegant. I am PWA’s only Princess.
Buck: Well, with your first victory, many are wondering what your goals are here. We all know that you are trying to bring “magic” to the workplace but what are your short term goals?
The Princess looks around!
Portia: You know many people say I don’t really need to be here! That I already have a lot of cool things. I mean check out this Disneyana I have collected over the years.
She points to all the Disney merchandise surrounding her.
Portia: But there is something missing from my life here: competition. That is what I truly desire.
Suddenly, Portia begins to sing and Miranda looks even more confused!
Portia [singing]:”Check out this swag
Isn't it cool?
Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?
Wouldn't you think I'm the princess
The princess that collects Disney things?”
Buck shakes her head as suddenly there is background music playing with Portia’s impromptu song. Portia dances toward a Minnie Mouse easy bake oven in the corner of the room
Portia [singing] “Look at this stove
Eisner autographed
How many souveniors can one lockerroom hold?
Looking around here you think
Sure, she's got collectibles
I've got keychains and plush a-plenty
I've got shotglasses and coffee mugs galore
You want replica Haunted Mansion figurines?
I've got plenty!
But who cares?
No big deal
I want more”
The Princess then stands on her bench as she goes into the chorus. The lights change into multiple colors as Miranda just looks uncomfortable!
Portia [singing]: “I wanna be where the champions are
I wanna see, wanna see them cutting promos
Applying around one those - what do you call 'em?
Oh – submission hold
Being a princess, you don't get too far
Stamina is required for restholds, armbar takedowns
Strolling along down a - what's that word again?
RING!
Up where they senton, up where they plancha
Up where they stay all day juicing up on steriods
Undefeated streak - wish I could be
Light heavy weight champion of the WORLD!”
The music ends with Portia an elegant pose! The lights go back to normal and Buck looks scared. Portia steps down and adjusts her dress!
Portia: Any other questions?
Buck: Uh… I think that covers it!
Miranda walks away from an energized Princess Portia!
TARGET ON YOUR BACK
Written by: Neil
[ 'The Don' Anthony D'Amato is seen backstage lacing up his boots, ready to battle a dead man for the Atlantic Title while his bodyguards stand by. As he's going about his business, over walks Commissioner Nikki Cortez with the Atlantic Title in her hands. D'Amato's hired muscle stands firm and looks poised to defend him but 'The Don' raises his hand to call them off. ]
Nikki Cortez: Anthony D'Amato?
Anthony D'Amato: What?
Nikki Cortez: I'm sure you are aware what happened to your opponent tonight, Dustin Jacobs? He was found dead last week.
Anthony D'Amato: Such a pity, my dear. One less junkie in this world is what I say.
Nikki Cortez: Yes, well, this certainly is a first in PWA. A pro wrestler found dead days before he's set to defend the Atlantic Championship. It is a big mysterious.
Anthony D'Amato: I hope you aren't implying anything!
Nikki Cortez: No, I have enough responsibility as it is. I'm not here to ask questions or personally investigate what our wrestlers do on their free time. It was an unfortunate occurrence that I am sure the proper authorities are looking into.
Anthony D'Amato: Yeah well what does that have to do with me?
Nikki Cortez: Despite my consultants misgiving on the current Atlantic Title situation, it is in my opinion showing up to a match is half the battle.
Anthony D'Amato: Of course. Traffic is hard to deal with these days even for the Don. And well drug addiction can be a bitch too I hear.
[ The bodyguards behind him start to snicker at their boss' comment. ]
Nikki Cortez: Yes, well, since you are here and you were the #1 contender for the Atlantic Title, I believe it is only fair that you get the opportunity to hold this title belt and represent PWA well.
[ D'Amato's eyes light up with content as the Commissioner hands him the title belt. He looks over the shiny gold strap with greed etched across his face. ]
Anthony D'Amato: Thank you, Commissioner. You are doing the right thing.
[ 'The Don' then snaps his fingers and holds up his hand. One of his hired muscle pulls out a black rose from his jacket and hands it to D'Amato. ]
Anthony D'Amato: For you my dear. You have made 'The Don' a very happy man.
Nikki Cortez: Keep it for yourself, D'Amato. You're the one with the target on your back now.
Anthony D'Amato: I am afraid of no man! I finally get rewarded for my hard work and nobody will take it away from me. I am the 'Don of PWA' and the new Atlantic Champion! The Family will prevail at all costs! Now go away!
[ The two bodyguards step in front of Commissioner Cortez and shield her from seeing Anthony D'Amato any further. He smiles behind them as he holds the Atlantic Title tight and smells his black rose. ]
TAG TEAM MATCH
Cross Recoba & Va'aiga vs. Slade & Kaito
Written by: Bailey & Will
Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team match!!! Firstly, from Cicero, Illinois, weighing in at Two-Hundred-And-Thirty Pounds, CROSS….RECOBA!!
The ping-pong guitar riff of ’Gimme Shelter’ by The Rolling Stones kicks into life as the crowd remain muted in their puzzlement. A pyro of gold kicks out from either side of the runway as Cross Recoba comes out from the back in black tights and a crucifix round his neck. He checks the tape round his fists and smiles to the crowd. He walks down the aisle slapping the fans hands and posing for pictures with people who ask. He jumps onto the apron and hails the crowd before stepping through the ropes and leans against the turnbuckle casually.
Ferdinand: His partner, from Roturua, Aotearoa , weighing three hundred and fifty pounds…VA’AIGA!!!!!!!!!!
The sinister opening chords of “Shellshocked” by King Kapisi sound round the arena as Va'aiga walks into the entrance area. Va'aiga stands still, head bowed, the hood of his entrance robe hanging over his head, waiting for his pyro to hit.
*BOOOOM!"
PUT THEM ON A STRETCHER!
COME BLASTIN AT YA!
WHO NEVER LET THEM KNOW ME?
WHO? WHAT'S TO COME?
Pyro fires off in the entrance gate, behind The Maori as Va'aiga tilts his head back and snarls, throwing his hood backwards and revealing his heavily tattooed face. Va'aiga walks down to ringside slowly, handing his robe to an attendant before stepping into the ring, climbing one of the corners and staring out into the crowd.
Ferdinand: Their opponents, first, from the South-Western States of America, weighing two hundred and ninety-five pounds…SLADE!!!
The lights go out, and for a few seconds, no noise can be heard. Suddenly, the silence is shattered by the opening riffs of AC/DC's "Big Gun". Once the drum kicks in, strobe lights go off all over the building, and teal colored pyrotechnics explode near the entry. The lights come up, and there, emerging from behind the curtain, wearing his standard blue jeans, black leather vest, boots, black MMA fighting gloves, black bandanna and sunglasses, Slade appears ready for a hard day of work more than a wrestling match. His lips curl into a small smirk as he scans the crowd before making his way to ringside. He wipes his feet on the side of the ring apron before stepping over the top rope and warming up like a boxer, throwing jabs and moving around the ring. He slips off his sunglasses, bandanna and vest, tossing them aside.
Ferdinand: His partner, a multi-time champion here in the PWA, from Okinawa, Japan….KAIIITOOO!!!
A dragon roar is heard over the arena speakers, which causes the lights in the arena to go out. The first eight notes of "G.W.D." by Thee Michelle Gun Elephant blare over the speakers as red lights illuminate the arena. On the next eight notes, blue lights illuminate the arena. ON the next eight notes, the red lights illuminate the arena again. On the next eight, the blues lights shine again. This procedure goes back and forth as the song progresses. But once the lead guitar begins playing, fire explodes from the stage area. At the same time, Jiraiya Kaito is launched from underneath the stage and lands on one knee as the blue and red lights go through a strobe effect, almost seizure-like. With his head hanging down, Jiraiya Kaito stands up while the fans show their appreciation for him. A second or two pass before Jiraiya Kaito finally looks up. He then begins to walk down to the ring with a look of determination on his face, taking notice of the many fans that are lined up along the sides of the entrance ramp. Once at the end of the ramp, Jiraiya Kaito stops walking and stares into the ring. A few more seconds pass before he grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up onto the ring apron. Kaito then walks over to the nearest corner and leaps up onto the top turnbuckle, facing the ring. He holds his hands above his head and brings them together in prayer-mode. He takes a deep breath before leaping off the top turnbuckle and lands on one knee while pounding the middle of the ring with a single fist, causing flames to erupt from all four ring posts... two of them with red flames and the other two with blue flames. The lights return to normal as he looks up from his kneeling position. He stands upright and soaks in the admiration from the fans in attendance.
The bell rings and the two big men kick this match off. They circle each other, neither man wanting to give anything away. Slade looks at Va’aiga, the steely stare returned. Va’aiga mutters an inaudible and charges at Slade.
Ferdinand: Va’aiga has been unrecognisable these last few weeks from the fan favourite that first arrived in the PWA!
Both men weighing in with right hands, trading off each other, with not much difference in size neither is giving much. Slade blocks a right but sees his own effort ducked. Va’aiga uses the momentum to charge Slade into the corner.
Quadros: Great use of his size to gain an advantage!
Slade feels every punch that hits his sternum as Va’aiga gets the upper hand. A jab to the stomach slumps Slade in the corner, the Maori goes to pick him up for a possible tree of woe but Slade comes over the top with vicious overhands to the lower back of Va’aiga.
Franks: Va’aiga perhaps taking Slade too lightly and Slade showing why some people should sit up and pay attention.
Slade grabs Va’aiga by the hair and rams his head into the turnbuckle,
ONE…
TWO….
THREE…
FOUR…
FIVE…
SIX…
SEVEN…
EIGHT …
NINE…
TEN…!!!!
Franks: Vicious turnbuckle smashes from Slade there!
The crowd chant along as each turnbuckle smash is delivered, Slade lets go of Va’aiga’s head and recoils in horror as he sees that the Maori is laughing!
Quadros: Yep, but what’s harder than those turnbuckle smashes? A Samoan’s forehead!
SAMOAN HEADBUTT LEVELS SLADE!!
Franks: WOWZER!
Slade is lifted to his feet but scores a kick to the crown jewels before wrapping his arms round Va’aiga, BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!!
Quadros: Slade’s not giving an inch to the more established superstar in the ring!
Slade looks to drop an elbow but the Maori rolls out the way, back to his feet now and he waits for Slade to return to his feet before unloading vicious forearm smashes to the head of his opponent. He bashes him into the ropes and whips him across the ring…HUGE BACK BODY DROP!
Franks: Jesus! My cup of water just resembled the one in Jurassic Park!
Quadros: That’s hyperbole and you know it!
Va’aiga strides to his corner and offers the tag to Cross, Recoba is reluctant to accept , for reasons you can only speculate, before tagging in. Slade is back on his feet and now it’s his turn to smile. Recoba looks round the arena hearing the crowd roar with anticipation, he backs into the ropes and hit’s a clothesline but Slade doesn’t budge, he tries again this time with a flying forearm, Slade wobbles and Cross kips up. He comes off the ropes but Slade sees him and puts up a leg…BIG BOOT SENDS CROSS SKIDDING ACROSS THE CANVAS!!!
Quadros: Slade’s going to clean the albino wop’s clock!
Slade wastes no time in laying the boots into the midsection of Recoba, he takes a break for a breather and Recoba starts to get up but Slade sends him back down with a sickening kick to the face. The crowd boo at the unsporting nature of the attack.
Franks: Slade is certainly unrelenting in this assault!
Slade picks up Recoba by the hair before throwing him down in a huge body slam. Recoba, though the fresher man, is looking like he could do with time on the outside. Slade picks him up by the hair and looks to send him over the ropes but Cross skins the cat! Slade unaware of this is gloating about his dominance. Cross leans back into the ropes and hit’s a chop block to the same knee he has targeted since they first crossed paths to take down the bigger man.
Franks: Slade took his eye off the ball there for a moment and Cross is using his ring smarts to nullify the height and weight he’s clearly giving away in this match-up!
Recoba stays on the offensive, he lifts up Slade’s leg and delivers kicks to the back of the knee. He spins round the leg looking for a figure four but Slade catches his head and gets him in the small package…
Quadros: Slade’s mat-wrestling is often overlooked and Recoba should have spotted that coming!
ONE…
KICKOUT!
Cross springs up, as does Slade, Slade looks for a clothesline but Cross ducks and hit’s a spinning énziguri kick to the back of Slade’s head that rocks Slade. He takes the moment of stunning his opponent to hit a bulldog to the floor.
Franks: Let’s see if Recoba can keep him down any longer this time…
Cross picks up Slade and twists his neck round…RUDE AWAKENING!!
Franks: Trademark Neckbreaker from Recoba!
Recoba drops down for the pin but Slade rolls to his corner and tags in Kaito.
Quadros: Slade showing intelligence in getting out before he fell behind…
Kaito charges at Recoba and levels him with a front dropkick followed by a double stomp. Kaito looks for a senton but Recoba rolls out the way, Kaito gets back to his feet and Cross hit’s a flying head scissors, both men get up and Kaito charges him but Cross lands a knife-edge chop…
CROWD: WOOO!
RANHEI!! He hooks the leg.
One…
T….
SLADE DRAGS KAITO BACK TO THE CORNER AND TAGS HIMSELF BACK IN!
Franks: Kaito’s partner clearly isn’t impressed with him this week at all!
Cross goes for a flying head scissors on Slade but Slade catches him, he spins his lighter foe round…PILEDRIVER!!!
Quadros: Recoba’s neck just bounced off the mat!
Cross is motionless, Slade signals for the end. He lifts up Cross, looking for the Final Trip…CROSS ROLLS OVER THE TOP OF HIM AND TAGS IN VA’AIGA!!!
Franks: A tag out of sheer desperation to get out there!
Both men rush the ropes, double shoulder check, neither moves, Va’aiga breaks the potential stale mate with a shot to the throat quickly followed by a vertical suplex that shakes the ring.
Quadros: What a spectacle this is between these two! If Slade can keep his momentum going he’ll surely be hammering on Nikki Cortez’s door for a title shot against the Maori soon!
Franks: Va’aiga looks like he’s having to settle for taking out his rage and anger on Slade. Kaito has to be worried being a marked man when Va’aiga can throw a man Slade’s size round like this!
He mounts Slade and starts to throw forearms to the head of his opponent but Slade uses his growing knowledge of MMA to pivot using Va’aiga’s own body weight and now is standing over him. He throws a Hammerfist over the guard of Va’aiga before stepping back and hitting a leg drop.
Franks: Slade could be looking to avenge the loss his partner, Trinity, suffered some weeks before at the Maori’s hands!
Quadros: No offense to either of them but have you seen what Va’aiga can do when he’s on a roll like he is at the moment?
He picks up Va’aiga and whips him to the corner. He grabs the Maori’s arm and climbs the top rope. Before he can step across the top rope Va’aiga strikes him where no man should be sending Slade sprawled across the ropes. He puts his hand in Slade’s mouth…TONGAN DEATH GRIP!!
Franks: Great counter from the PWA Premiere Champion!
The referee starts to count for him to break the hold, after all it is a rope break, but Va’aiga uses his strength advantage to lift him off the rope, POLYNESIAN CHOKESLAM! He covers…
One…
Tw….
The fall’s broken up by Kaito who lands a top rope double-stomp to break up the pin! Va’aiga backs him down into a corner but the referee separates them. Slade looks irate with his partner. Kaito steps out the ring but Slade slaps his hand and uses the ropes to catapult him into the ring.
SLADE: YOU WANT IN SO MUCH?
Slade steps through the ropes and off the apron.
Franks: Is Slade giving up on his partner?
Quadros: Maybe he’s sick of being the outlet for Va’aiga’s rage towards Kaito?
Franks: It’s cod psychology but you could very much be right!
Kaito gets to his feet but to little joy, Va’aiga rushes him and nails him with the TAIAHA!
Franks: Kaito landed squarely on his head! A move invented and banned in rugby could very well have taken down the Sentoryu!
The Maori throws him to his feet and pushes him off the ropes, he takes a step back…LARIATOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Quadros: He almost beheaded him!
Va’aiga drops down for the cover…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
Ferdinand: Your winners…as a result of pinfall…VA’AIGA AND CROSS RECOBA!!
Va'aiga steps into the middle of the ring and his facial expression turns to a sick smile as he begins to turn to face his nemesis Kaito. The smile fades as The Maori sticks out his tongue and slowly draws a finger across his throat.
Franks: Va'aiga seems to have something planned. THis can't be good for Jiraya Kaito.
Quadros: We've seen that pose before. Va'aiga could be trying to take Kaito out for good!
Kaito backs off away from The Maori but Va'aiga is not to be denied, grabbing Kaito's arm and crossing it over the throat of the Japanese Star. Sentoryu struggles for a counter but Va'aiga easily steps underneath, taking Kaito up into a Torture Rack, all the time choking Kaito under the pressure from his own arm. Cross Recoba, realising what is about to happen steps up to The Maori.
Quadros: Could we be about to see the Va'aiga Stinger? Could we be about to see the move that took out Freddy Fandango?
Turning to face Recoba, Va'aiga stares a hole in the talented cruiserweight. Cross doesn't flinch as Va'aiga turns half away from him and readies himself to drop Kaito on his skull. Suddenly Recoba shouts out...
Recoba: NO!
...and pushes Va'aiga firmly in the chest, allowing Kaito to escpae the hold. Sentoryu quickly rolls out of the ring as Va'aiga turns, with a face like thunder, towards his tag team partner.
Recoba: I am NOT going to let you do that, man. This isn't what wrestling is about. You can't just...
And Va'aiga doesn't give him time to finish that sentace as he lunges for Cross Recoba and smashes him with the EVIL, VICIOUS, NASTY, DON'T GET IN MY WAY LAAAAAAAAAAARIAAAAAAT! Cross collapses to the mat and Va'aiga stands over him, hatred burning in his eyes.
Va'aiga: DON'T GET IN MY WAY! DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE GET IN MY WAY!
The Maori turns and looks up the entrance ramp where Kaito is walking backwards, wagging his finger in Va'aiga's direction as if to say, "You can't get to me." Va'aiga grabs the top rope and shakes it angrily, staring a hole through the Japanese superstar.
Franks: Cross Recoba has no intention of letting Va'aiga try to end a career. And helping Kaito out is a show of selflessness that we haven't seen from Cross here in the PWA recently.
Quadros: Cross took a bullet here for Jiraya Kaito, that's for sure.
SPECIAL DELIVERY
Written by: John
(KNOCK-KNOCK!)
NIKKI CORTEZ: Come on in.
*The door to PWA Commissioner Nikki Cortez' office opens to reveal Jack Gaither, who is carrying a white box in both hands.*
JACK GAITHER: I noticed that you wanted to see me.
NIKKI: Oh yeah, but what's that box for?
JACK: It's a special delivery for you--and you alone.
NIKKI: That's...rather flattering. Please sit down.
*Jack sits down in a chair facing the Commissioner and places the white box on top of her desk.*
JACK: It's been a long time since I've been on the wrong side of the Commissioner's desk.
NIKKI: Jack, listen to me. I didn't want this job to begin with, yet I essentially had no other choice but to take it. All I'm asking is that you don't be so stubborn all the time.
JACK: I understand, Mrs. Cortez, but I also understand that a lot of butts won't be in those seats in PWA arenas if I don't do my job to the best of my ability. I do admit that I make mistakes, and yes I can be stubborn and bull-headed sometimes. As for your other consultant Jason Sandman, I don't care about him either, but I still won't forget about what he did to me--or your husband for that fact.
NIKKI: The last person I knew who was that way ended up in a coma, and I don't want the same thing to happen to you.
JACK: Look Mrs. Cortez, all I'm--
NIKKI: Don't worry about formalities Jack. You don't need to be so formal and uptight about your own career. You need to explore that untapped potential which lives within YOU. I want for you to have FUN in the ring and not focus so much on one man all the time.
JACK: Listen Nikki, I'm gonna make a promise to stay out of your way, but you have to give me your word that you'll stay out of my way as well.
*The Commissioner can only nod her head in agreement.*
JACK: Look, the one thing that I will NOT stand for is letting some dude named Simon Retter tell you what you can and can't do, and I pray that you'll be able to understand my point of view. Jason Sandman, your other consultant, is just damaged goods. However if you need anything, feel free to call me.
NIKKI: I will. I know I can depend on you to do your job. By the way, how is Samantha?
JACK: She's resting back at the hotel; she got sick about ten minutes ago.
NIKKI: Oh yeah...her pregnancy is starting to show. Now Jack, go on and have fun out there!
*With that, "The Golden Eagle" stands up and walks out the door. Meanwhile, the PWA Commissioner opens up the white box and discovers one of The Butcher's old title belts; however the letters are barely recognizable. The cameras only catch her shocked and amazed reaction.*
NIKKI: My God...Jack does have a way with surprises.
???: He does. That's why I've been working with him all this time.
*The voice sounds eerily familiar to the PWA Commissioner, but the camera still remains focused on Nikki holding The Butcher's title belt as we now hear footsteps approaching the desk, but before she can say anything else, the voice cuts in again.*
???: Nikki, you have every right to hate me for what I've done to you and your family. It took Jack's help to realize that I've made mistakes too, and I want you to understand how smart Jack is. He knows how to get things done, and everything will be revealed when the time is right. However, Jack and I both feel that you should do whatever it takes to be successful in your new job, and don't let the likes of Simon Retter hold you down. With that said, have a good night, and remember--Jack's got everything under control.
*With that said, the footsteps slowly depart the Commissioner's office, and we now see that Nikki Cortez is torn between two ideologies: listening to the likes of Sandman or Retter for consultation, or doing whatever she feels is right in order to protect herself and her vision for the future. Just what is the significance of that belt she's holding? The answers will surely become apparent in the weeks to come.*
PASSING THE TORCH
Written by: Blake & Donnie
Crowley and Field sit in the Dysfunction locker room in silence as Crowley begins preparing for his main event match. Crowley is staring intensely at his tag team belt that is laid out in front of him as he is taping his knee. He finishes taping and flexes his knee a couple times to feel it out and pulls his tights over the tape job, then goes on to taping his wrists and hands.
Field: Nervous?
Crowley smirks and shakes his head.
Crowley: Naw. Focused.
Field chuckles and grins.
Field: Christ. I’m getting all emotional. My protégé, all grown up.
Crowley laughs and stops taping.
Crowley: Ya ain’t gonna start cryin’ like a little bitch now, are ya?
Field: You never know. I just might.
Crowley: That’d be the day. The great Tony Field, reduced to a blubbering mess because of a wrestling match.
Field: It’s more than just that, Ash. We both knew that this day would come. We both knew that, at some point, it’d be you in the spotlight and not me.
Crowley: And you’re cool with it? I mean…I win this and I’ve got a shot at Howdy and the belt.
Field: Would it matter if I wasn’t?
Crowley: A helluva lot man. Don’t get me wrong. This is important to me. But it ain’t worth our friendship.
Field: You know, Ash. For the first time, I’m completely alright with it. Maybe it’s because I’ve changed. Maybe it’s because you beat me to get here. I don’t know. But this is everything that you’ve ever worked for…And I want you to have it more than anything.
Crowley smiles and goes back to taping his wrists.
Crowley: Thanks man…That means a lot to me.
Field: Listen. I-I’ve been thinking.
Crowley: Yeah. I could tell. I thought you were goin’ all emo on me and shit earlier.
Field smirks and continues.
Field: No…I’ve been thinking man. With all of this stuff that’s been going on with Anne and my family and all that stuff…My mind just hasn’t been in it recently. I mean, you’ve been on for the past few weeks and, let’s be honest, I haven’t always been at my best.
Crowley: So…What’re ya sayin’?
Field: Nothing…And everything.
Crowley: Jesus Christ Plato…Cool it with the philosophical shit. It don’t suit you.
Field: It’s just…I gotta get my head straight, you know? I mean you’re here tearing shit up. You don’t need me by your side right now. You’ve got your world title thing to worry about…You’ve got enough on your plate without worrying about me.
Crowley: You’re quittin’??
Field shakes his head.
Field: No. Not quitting. Just taking a couple weeks off. I’ve got to clear my head…So after tonight, I’m going to take a couple weeks to myself…To get things sorted.
Crowley: Fair enough. Anything you need from me?
Field: Just to keep doing what you’re doing. I don’t want anyone to even call me unless it’s an absolute emergency.
Crowley: I can do that.
Field: But, as far as tonight is concerned…I’m still here.
Field slaps Crowley on the back and pulls himself up.
Field: So…How are you going to do this? You want to do it old-school Dysfunction style?
Crowley: Tempting…But no. I’m gonna do this and I’m gonna do it the right way. I’ve been savin’ up all my anger…All my aggression, just for this match. Ryan Shane has no idea what he’s getting himself in to. Besides. You’re in no shape to help out anyway.
Field laughs and chuckles as the door opens and a stage hand peeks his head in.
Stage Hand: Mr. Crowley…They’re ready for you.
Crowley stands and flexes his fingers and rotates his wrists to test the tape job he did. Pulling his knee pads up onto his knees and adjusting his elbow pads, he pours a bottle of water over his head and slicks back his hair. He walks by Field and bumps fists with him as he walks to the door.
Field: Hey, Ash. The torch is yours now. Make me proud.
Crowley grins and closes the door behind him to make his way to the ring entrance.
WORLD TITLE TOURNAMENT FINAL
Ashton Crowley vs. Ryan Shane
Written by: Neil
Ferdinand: And now for tonight's MAIN EVENT! The following match-up will take place under regular rules in the FINAL of the PWA World Heavyweight Championship tournament! Introducing first from Minneapolis, Minnesota, one half of the PWA Tag Team Champions.......ASHTON CROWLEY!
The lights to the arena go out and "The Downfall of Us All" by A Day to Remember begins to play. Sparks shower down from above and shoot out from the entrance ramp as Ashton Crowley walks out amidst them. Crowley walks down the ramp, playing to the crowd. Halfway down the ramp, he stops and shoots his hands in the air to a massive explosion behind him as the pyros all launch flames from them. He continues to the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope and climbs up into the corner to a massive pop from the crowd.
Franks: Ashton Crowley has been on a tear the past month as he's defeated Tony Field and current World Champion Captain Howdy to get to this point.
Quadros: Not to mention successfully teaming with Tony Field and defeating Bubba Williams and Cady Coleman at Devil's Due.
Ferdinand: And his opponent a former PWA Tag Team and Premiere Champion, hailing from Allen Park, Michigan........RYAN SHANE!
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: Leading up to this match-up Ryan Shane said it was now or never for him to win that elusive World Title shot and bring home the gold. He has a tough opponent in front of him tonight.
Quadros: How many times have people discounted Ryan Shane in the past, Carl? People say he's overrated. People say he hangs out with the wrong crowd. People say he's a quitter. Tonight he'll prove those people wrong!
The two pace back and forth across the ring and never look away from each other. Referee Sasha Brown calls for the bell...DING! And this match is underway!
Crowley and Shane circle around the ring before meeting in the center for a tie up. The size advantage clearly leans towards Ashton Crowley as he towers over the young Ryan Shane. He bulls Shane back into a corner and crowds the former Premiere Champion. Referee Sasha Brown asks for a clean break out of the corner...1!...2!...3!...Crowley backs away with his hands up. Ryan Shane takes advantage with an easy kick to the gut right out of the corner!
Franks: How come that doesn't surprise me?
Quadros: He's learned from the best, Carl.
Shane turns the tables on the stunned Crowley, forcing him into the corner. High forearm to the face by Ryan Shane! Another one! Another one! And another! Shane sinks in a headlock and looks to lead Crowley out of the corner. Ashton Crowley surprises him though as he powers Shane up and tosses him across the ring with a throw! Ryan Shane thumps rear end off the canvass as the crowd cheers, sending him sprawling back into a corner. Ashton Crowley runs across the ring and steam rolls Ryan Shane with a running lariat in the corner! Ryan Shane wobbles out of the corner and gets caught with a Crowley follow up body slam! Cover! 1!...2!...KICK OUT!
Franks: Ashton Crowley using that power to his advantage.
Crowley pulls Ryan Shane up by the head and attempts a vertical suplex! NO! Ryan Shane rolls over and lands on his feet! Crowley turns around and gets caught right in the face by Shane's standing dropkick! He falls backwards against the ropes! Here comes Ryan Shane back on the prowl. Rakes the eyes of Crowley against the ropes. Kicks him in the midsection only to hit a snap suplex. From behind on the seated Crowley, Ryan Shane applies a full nelson.
Early on into the hold the crowd starts chanting “Crowley! Crowley! Crowley!” to will him on. Ryan Shane shakes his head and yell out no, trying to get these people to shut up. “Crowley! Crowley! Crowley!” Shane's pleas to shut them up go unwanted as Ashton Crowley starts to power his arms together and break free of the hold. He's almost out! Almost! Almost! And...NO! Ryan Shane releases and kicks Crowley in the back of the head! Boo!
Franks: Rotten move by Ryan Shane.
Quadros: Smart move. He isn't a rookie anymore, Carl.
Shane puts the boots to Ashton Crowley and looks out towards the crowd, yelling out that he's the better man. Boo! Shane runs towards the ropes and bounces off with an elbow drop! Misses! Crowley moved! Shane clutches his elbow in pain, allowing Ashton Crowley to get up. Now they both get up but Crowley gains the advantage with a kick to the midsection. Swinging neckbreaker by Ashton Crowley! He makes a cover! 1!...2!...KICK OUT!
Now it's Crowley's turn to start to lay in the boots! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Shane tries to block as many as he can as he crawls backwards into a corner for safety. The crowd boos as Referee Brown calls for a clean break out of the corner. 1!...2!...3!...4!...Ashton Crowley backs off with the stomps in the corner but reaches down to pull Shane up. Punch to the midsection. Crowley vertical suplex out of the corner! He comes over for another cover! 1!...2!...THR...KICK OUT!
Franks: Ashton Crowley trying to get some momentum.
He pulls up Ryan Shane and sticks a rough knee into his midsection. Looking for a DDT, Crowley's attempt is blocked by a Ryan Shane shot to the kidney. Shane pushes off to get some separation. He attempts an Irish whip. NO! Reversed by Crowley! Ryan Shane runs towards the cables and grabs on to the top one to stop his momentum. Ashton Crowley charges in anger but again Shane foils his plan by ducking outside of the ring. The crowd starts to boo Ryan Shane's cowardly actions.
Quadros: Don't listen to these people, Ryan. You're smarter than them all combined!
Ryan Shane prowls on the outside of the ring, refusing to get back in. Referee Brown starts a count...1!...Ashton Crowley slides out of the ring to speed up the process! 2!...Ryan Shane appears to want nothing to do with Crowley as he runs around to the other side of the ring! 3!...Crowley gives chase. 4!... Ryan Shane slides back into the ring quickly and Ashton Crowley follows him in. Right off the bat Shane kicks Crowley in the gut before he can even get up.
Franks: Oh come on! That was all a rouse!
Again the crowd gets on Ryan Shane's case with boos as he kicks Crowley in the stomach again, yelling for him to get up. Crowley gets to a knee to stand up but only eats a straight kick to the face for his troubles! Ryan Shane makes the cover! 1!...2!...THR...KICK OUT!
Shane steps on the throat of Ashton Crowley while grabbing on to the ropes to hold himself still! Crowley starts to flail his arms about as he struggles for air! Referee Brown kicks up a 5-count to break up these illegal tactics by 'Right Now' Ryan Shane...1!...2!...3!...4!...Shane steps off before being disqualified. He blows off Referee Sasha Brown's warning as he reaches down and pulls up the gasping Ashton Crowley.
He shoves the Tag Team Champion into a corner and follows up with a European uppercut that buckles Crowley's knees! Now he starts to tee off on Crowley's exposed midsection with rights and lefts, leaving Crowley laid out in the corner! Shane steps away and walks towards the middle of the ring. He turns back around and charges in for a crushing body splash! NO! Ashton Crowley ducks out of the way, making Ryan Shane eat the turnbuckles! Shane staggers out of the corner holding his chest only to get caught by a Crowley swoop backdrop!
Franks: Momentum may be shifting again!
Quadros: Crowley might have made a mistake not going for the cover there.
They both lay on the mat for a moment but Crowley is starting to get up. He brings Shane with him and shoves him into the corner now. Knees to the midsection by Crowley and he leads Shane out of the corner. Irish whip! Ryan Shane bounces off the ropes and gets caught with a high back body drop! He staggers back to his feet only to be nearly decapitated by Crowley's follow up running clothesline! The crowd pops as Ryan Shane is spun inside out! Crowley makes the cover! 1!...2!...THREE...KICK OUT!!
Crowley gets up and waits for Shane to gather himself. Crowley latches on from behind and hits a release German suplex! He walks over towards the corner and begins to climb to the top turnbuckle!
Franks: Ashton Crowley is going high!
He wobbles up top but looks down to size up his opponent! He leaps with an elbow drop! And NO! Ryan Shane rolled out of the way! Crowley clutches his arm as that may have cost him there! They both start to get back up and Crowley swings wildly. Ducked by Ryan Shane! He goes around the back with a hammerlock. High back elbow by Crowley connects with only air as he can't break free. Shane uses the momentum against Crowley as he cinches the tights for an elevated backdrop! Crowley lands on the base of his neck! Cover! 1!...2!...THRE...KICK OUT!!
Ryan Shane wastes no time as he starts to stomp away at the head and neck of Crowley. Angered that Crowley won't go away, Ryan Shane sends him sprawling over the top rope and down to the floor below! Now Shane rolls to the outside to take advantage. Another kick to the head and neck by Shane! 1!... Paying no attention to the referee, Ryan Shane whips Ashton Crowley back first into the barrier! 2!... Follow up forearm to the face by Shane nearly knocks his opponent over the barrier and into the crowd! 3!...
Ashton Crowley falls to the floor and clutches his face, leaving himself wide open for a stiff kick to the midsection by Ryan Shane. Boo! 4!... Come on, Crowley get up! Pulling up his opponent, Shane jams Crowley into the ring apron with a shoulder block! 5!... Rolling Crowley back into the ring, Ryan Shane steps back in himself. Liking his chances, he heads to the second turnbuckle and leaps off with an Allen Park Elbow! Connects! Cover! 1!...2!...THRE...KICK OUT!!
Franks: Another near fall!
Quadros: Keep up the pressure, Ryan. He'll crack.
Ryan Shane stands up and starts to taunt Ashton Crowley who remains to be down and out. The crowd once again starts to give Shane some hell as they chant “Shane sucks! Shane sucks! Shane sucks!” He pays no attention to their childish remarks as he waits for Crowley to get back up. As soon as he does, Ryan Shane pounces with a Southpaw Shuffle series of left hands! Ashton Crowley is staggering! Kick to the midsection by Shane...Right Nowthern Lights Suplex! Bridge! 1!...2!...2.99993434!! Clutch KICK OUT by Ashton Crowley!
Ryan Shane is feeling it now as he's calling for the end of this one! Pulling up Crowley he hoists him up with a thudding vertical suplex to earn some boos. Stepping up to the top turnbuckle now, Ryan Shane looks down as Crowley, then out towards the crowd, and salutes somebody. Leaping with a Dade Davis inverted swanton bomb known as the Silver Spoon, Ryan Shane thinks he has this won! But NO! Again Ashton Crowley spoils the victory celebration by getting his knees up! Shane lands spine first across the knees!
Franks: Oh! Paying tribute to Dade Davis, Ryan Shane crashes and burns!
Quadros: Stick to the game plan, Shane!
While Ryan Shane rolls around holding his backside, Ashton Crowley rubs his knees and starts to get up. He grabs Shane by the head and clubs him across the spine. Whipping Shane towards the ropes, Ashton Crowley collects him with a spinning back breaker across the knee! Shane sits up with an arched back in pain. Follow up punt to the lower back by Crowley! Then a hair pull yank down that slams the back of Shane's head across the mat! Cover by Crowley! 1!...2!...THREE...KICK OUT!!
He pulls Ryan Shane back up and tosses him into a corner. Running spear into the corner by Crowley folds him up! Lifting Ryan Shane up onto his shoulder, Ashton Crowley pulls him out of the corner and executes a rolling powerslam that flattens Shane!
Franks: This could be it!
Ashton Crowley is all pumped up now as he stands up with the crowd popping around him. He yells for Ryan Shane to get up. Clutching his lower back, Shane starts to scramble to his knees then to his feet. Crowley pounces for the Eternal Hangover rocker dropper! NO! Shane ducks out of the way and rolls up an unsuspecting Ashton Crowley! He has the tights! 1!...2!...THREE....NO!! Another near fall as Crowley is barely able to kick-out!
Both head to their feet again and swing for the fences! Left hand by Shane! Right by Crowley! Left by Shane! Right by Crowley! Left by...NO! Kick to the midsection by Ashton Crowley! He pulls Shane in tight for a powerbomb! Blocked by Shane into a small back body drop! Crowley hops back to his feet but gets caught by a Shane forearm to the face. Ryan Shane attempts a Russian leg sweep! NO! Another block in this exchange! This time by Crowley! High back elbow by Crowley! He goes around the back and tries to lock on the Blackout! NO! Again a move is foiled! This time Ryan Shane sits out with a jetpack jawbreaker!
Franks: Back and forth!
Quadros: But Ryan Shane got the last shot there!
Ryan Shane starts to get back to his feet and rubs his head. He stomps on Crowley's face! Get up he yells! Crowley stays down and tries to recover. Shane has had about enough as he pulls Crowley up by the hair. He goes around the back and hits his Someday Snap! Double knees to the back!
Quadros: There's the set-up!
Ashton Crowley rolls around holding his back in pain while Ryan Shane steps into a corner and stares him down. We've all seen this before. He starts to mouth “get up” but Crowley might not hear him through the booing. A few moments pass as Ashton Crowley tries to recover on the mat. Now he's starting to get up to a knee and Ryan Shane pounces! SHANING WIZARD KICK! NO! Ashton Crowley lunges forward and plows through the leaping Ryan Shane with a clothesline!
Franks: What a clothesline by Ashton Crowley!
Quadros: Damn it!
Ryan Shane staggers to his feet with a wobbling head! Kick to the midsection by Crowley! He pulls Shane in tight again and this time hits that powerbomb! The crowd pops as Ryan Shane as plastered across the mat! Cover! 1!...2!...2.99994346786343!! Clutch KICK OUT by Ryan Shane!
Quadros: Yes!
Ryan Shane remains on the mat while Ashton Crowley gets up. He grabs at Shane's legs and slingshot hotshots him into the ropes! Shane bounces chest first off the top cable and snaps backwards in pain, clutching himself. On the rebound Ashton Crowley kicks Ryan Shane in the midsection to double him over...ETERNAL HANGOVER! The rocker dropper connects as Ryan Shane hits the mat with his face! Ashton Crowley hooks the leg! 1!...2!...THREE!!
DING! DING! DING!
Ferdinand: Here in the winner of this match and #1 Contender to the PWA World Heavyweight Championship...ASHTON CROWLEY!!
“The Downfall of Us All” kicks back up as the crowd burst into a cheer. Ashton Crowley leans against the ropes and pumps his fist in a slight celebration. Ryan Shane grabs his neck as he rolls out of the ring and staggers towards the backstage area, cursing and yelling that we haven't seen the last of him yet.
Franks: Ashton Crowley's PWA star shines a little brighter tonight after he earned himself a shot at the World Title at Redemption III! He's beaten Captain Howdy once all ready, can he do it again?
Quadros: What of Ryan Shane? Is this the last we see him, Carl? I hope not.
Franks: We shall see what the fallout is and more next week at Violation 76! For Ray Quadros, I am Carl Franks. Goodnight everybody!
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