Written by: Neil & Paul
As Violation comes back from commercial, Wren Chesney comes out through the entrance and stands at the top of the ramp. She looks around the crowd and then begins to speak into the microphone.
Wren: One thing in life is a fact. The people hate authority. So the louder you hate me, the more power I have and I love it!
The crowd starts to boo loudly as the CEO brims with confidence in the ring.
Wren: I hope you all enjoyed the little foolish stunt Jack Gaither and his band of idiots are trying to pull by taking me out of power. Money talks and bullshit walks. I bought this company fair and square. I can't be pushed out or told what to do no matter what crazy plan the warped mind of Gaither will come up with next. So you know what? Screw Jack Gaither. And screw all of you!
The crowd begins to boo loudly again.
Wren: But I didn't come out here to state the obvious. I'm here for something special. Something to show you all I'm not that out of tune with this company. I do know what is going on. I get the highlights read to me as I count my money. Seems we have a rather lucrative pay-per-view coming up by the name of Point of No Return 4. And I guess we started inducting people into a PWA Hall of Fame is it? Last year it was 3 unworthy people. If I remember right, one was Terminus?
The crowd breaks out into a loud cheer!
Wren: The other was Kaito?
Another cheer from the crowd.
Wren: I guess that filled our minority quota. And the other was Jake Keeton?
An even louder cheer for Keeton just to annoy Wren.
Wren: Figures we'd have a white trash wing of the Hall of Fame. So I guess I'm out here to introduce another member whether they deserve it or not...and in most cases...NOT! I'm going to get this done and over with without much more delay seeing as I'm being overwhelmed by you commoner stench. So hello mister video producer in the back? Would you please play the video of the next Hall of Fame inductee like right NOW!!
The tron lights up and words start showing up.
Former World Champion!!!!!
Former Tag Champion!!!!!
Former Lightweight Champion!!!
Forever Atlantic Champion!!!!!
NOTHING PAYS OFF FOR PUSSY MOTHER FUCKERS!!!!!
Before the video can continue Wren Chesney starts screaming to shut the video off. The screen goes black and Wren is still screaming.
Wren Chesney: That is NOT right! That is the wrong video god damn it! Whoever did that is fired! You hear me?! FIRED!
Jason: Oh but firing me is just one of those things that you have never been able to find it in your heart to do. Face it sweetheart, with everything that has happened I am someone that your life can’t be complete without.
Jason Sandman then walks out from the back and stands here just smiling and staring down Wren.
Jason: Miss me baby.
Wren Chesney: Get out of here, Sandman. This doesn't concern you. No way in Hell am I letting you ever be remembered for anything you've ever done!
Jason: You couldn’t forget me if you tried, and neither can these people. See little one there’s a reason why so many soldiers come back fucked up. They just can’t forget the tortures they bared witness too. Same goes for anyone whose ever seen me wrestle. They will never forget the blood shed, the violence, or the glory. I will never be forgotten. The question is are you smart enough to make money off of this.
Wren Chesney: Do explain how I am going to make money off of this, Sandman. I'm all ready losing money every moment you waste being out here on my television show!
Jason: Simple Cunty…..You announce right now I am going into the hall of fame. People want tickets. You charge and obscene fortune for said tickets. I rob you for said money as you go to get into your limo, and that is the story of how you made money and I stole it from…..you know what lets just go with everything but that last part. We can make that part a surprise.
Mrs. Chesney appears to be thinking this over. Would she actually let Jason Sandman into the Hall of Fame? She looks out towards the crowd.
Wren Chesney: Would you idiots actually buy tickets to go see this tub of lard be inducted into the PWA Hall of Fame?
The crowd blows up into a cheer.
Wren Chesney: You have such gullible fans, Sandman.
Jason: Then it’s decided. Pleasure doing business with you and please for the love of god shave your upper lip.
Sandman's theme music kicks back up as he exits backstage, leaving Wren Chesney stomping around the ring in a fit of anger over the disrespect.
Franks: So does that mean Jason Sandman will be inducted into the Hall of Fame at Point of No Return 4?
Quadros: Hell no! Wren and Swiggette will find a way to screw him over. He's nothing and nobody in this company. Never was. Never will be!
Wren Chesney: Just wait a moment there people!
The CEO starts to smile mischievously as Jason Sandman is gone backstage. She brings the microphone back up to her mouth with evil intentions.
Wren Chesney: Seeing as you've interrupted my announcement and taken up our precious time, you are going to pay with your blood, Sandman. I'm booking it right now! Don't even bother coming out cause it's done so no argument. Next week...Jason Sandman versus Chris Wilkins...EXTREME RULES!
Franks: Oh boy! Putting a weapon in Sandman's hands! That's crazy!
Quadros: Wilkins will make him eat the bolt cutters to the face again!
Wren Chesney: Yes. Extreme rules. As in Jason Sandman CANNOT use weapons or else he is fired! Now hit my music!
The crowd boos as “Head Like A Hole” by Nine Inch Nails begins to play while Wren Chesney exits the ring with a smile over her face.
Franks: That's just not right. The corruption continues in PWA.
Quadros: Serves him right!
TAG TEAM MATCH
Jiraiya Kaito vs. Slade
Written by: Neil
The arena lights turn off, leaving nothing but darkness. As the crowd wonders what's going on, a loud guitar riff blares over the arena speakers causing blue lights to illuminate the stage area. The lone guitar riff is then accompanied by a rapid drum beat, along with white strobe lights keeping rhythm with the drums. The drums stop temporarily, only leaving four guitar chords and blue lights flashing in tune with them. A voice then shouts "GO!!!" which causes fire to explode center stage. "Final Destination" by Coldrain then begins to play the main part of their song over the arena speakers as Kaito is launched from underneath the stage behind the fire. When he lands, the fire disappears revealing himself to the fans in attendance. With blue and white lights flashing in tune to the music, Kaito then begins his walk down the ramp to the ring while the fans have their hands outstretched to him. Kaito then slides into the ring and immediately heads up the nearest turnbuckle, climbing up to the middle one. He looks down at the turnbuckle and mutters an incantation to himself before pounding the turnbuckle with a fist then flexes and yells at the fans. He then leaps down from the turnbuckles and runs the ropes while the arena lights go back to normal.
Franks: What an ovation for Kaito as he continues to try and bring back fear, honor, and respect to PWA under the Swiggette administration! Last week Kaito pinned Chris Wilkins after Zex left him high and dry. Then Kaito's friend Michael O'Neil destroyed Donnie Swiggette at ringside!
Quadros: O'Neil was fined heavily for that but that is only a small price he will pay for that dumb decision!
The lights go out, and for a few seconds, no noise can be heard. Suddenly, the silence is shattered by the opening riffs of AC/DC's "Big Gun". Once the drum kicks in, strobe lights go off all over the building, and teal colored pyrotechnics explode near the entry. The lights come up, and there, emerging from behind the curtain, wearing his standard blue jeans, black leather vest, boots, black MMA fighting gloves, black bandanna and sunglasses, Slade appears ready for a hard day of work more than a wrestling match. His lips curl into a small smirk as he scans the crowd before making his way to ringside. He wipes his feet on the side of the ring apron before stepping over the top rope and warming up like a boxer, throwing jabs and moving around the ring. He slips off his sunglasses, bandanna and vest, tossing them aside.
Franks: Slade has been on a roll since he returned to PWA but he hit a speed bump last week in the equally as hot Chris Card.
Quadros: He lost because Card is a better, smarter, more technical, and definitely more rich than Slade will ever be in his entire existence.
Referee Morgan Tanner checks both competitors to see if they are ready before calling for the bell...DING! And away they go! Jiraiya Kaito and Slade circle around the ring, making it abundantly clear that Slade is the larger man in this one. They aim to lock up but Kaito runs through the grapple and throws some quick and early kicks to the left knee of Slade! Kick! Kick! Kick! Forearm to the face of Slade! Forearm! Forearm! Backing the big man up before grabbing him by the arm for a whip. Reversed by Slade! Kaito hits the ropes and springboards off with a clothesline that brings down Slade!
Franks: Oh man! Kaito is bringing it early!
Quadros: It may be the only hope he has of winning this.
Slade scrambles to his feet only to take a follow up dropsault to the chest, knocking him backwards into a corner. Here comes Kaito with a running leg lariat that connects! Connects with turnbuckle! Slade moved!
The opening is there for Slade to take as he starts throwing brawler bombs in the corner on Jiraiya Kaito. Fist to the stomach! Right to the head! Left to the head! Stomach shot! Flurry of right and left punches to the stomach of Kaito in the corner! Slade grabs Kaito by the shoulders and launches him halfway across the ring like a lawn dart, causing the 'Black Dragon' to bounce rear end off the canvass!
Franks: And the strength of Slade comes into play!
Jiraiya Kaito fumbles to his feet only to get bowled over by Slade's strong clothesline. Slade makes a cover but doesn't hook the leg...1!...2!...KICK OUT says Referee Morgan Tanner. Slade stays down on his opponent and starts putting the hammer to Kaito's head. Punch! Punch! Punch! He peels Jiraiya Kaito up off the mat and gives him the good old fashioned body slam. Slade heads towards the cables and bounces off with a nearly decapitating leg drop! Another cover! 1!...2!...THRE...KICK OUT!!
Franks: Some heavy hitting so far in this one, Ray. I've enjoyed it so far.
Quadros: Slade is about to knock Kaito back to Japan.
Slade grabs Kaito by the head and brings him up with a thundering vertical suplex! Holding and rolling, Slade brings him up again for another vertical suplex! Still holding. Still rolling. Slade brings Kaito up one more time for the vertical suplex. Holding him up! Holding! Holding! Holding until Kaito's face is starting to turn red! Wait! Kaito rocks back and forth to get his own momentum and sneaks through into a roll-up of Slade! Before Referee Tanner can get into position Kaito releases Slade from the roll-up and hits him with a basement dropkick to the face!
“Kai-to! Kai-to! Kai-to!” The PWA Hall of Fame member takes his time to get to his feet, not even attempting a cover. He stalks his opponent while Slade wobbles to a knee. That's all the position Kaito needs as he unloads a buzz kick to the side of Slade's cranium! Down goes the longest reigning Premiere Champion in PWA history! Kaito swoops in for a leg hooking cover! 1!...2!...THR...KICK OUT!!
Franks: Slade showing resilience after taking one of the strongest kicks in the game to the head!
Quadros: Trinity always told me he had a hard head.
Kaito's game plan suddenly becomes evident as he double foot stomps Slade in the head. Slade rolls to the side and gives up his back, a bad idea as Kaito instantly boots him in the spine. Slade tries to scramble away from the offense of Kaito, using the ropes to get to his feet. Kaito continues to keep pressure on his opponent, locking him up in the corner with kick after kick after kick! Now a knife-edge chop to Slade! WHOOO! Chop! WHOOOO! Chop! WHOOOO! Chop! WHOOOO! Chop! WHOOOO! Again! WHOOOO! Another! WHOOO! Again! Again! Again! Yes again! One more time! WHOOOOO! Wait! Another five! WHOOOO! WHOOO! WHOOO! WHOOO! WHOOOOOOOOOO!
Franks: What a series of knife-edge chops!
Quadros: My hands are getting red from just watching it!
Kick to the stomach by Jiraiya Kaito! He grabs Slade by the head and attempts a Tornado DDT out of the corner! NO! Slade grabs hold and powers forward, hitting Kaito with a hard atomic drop! The 'Black Dragon' grabs his rear end in pain before he's left rolling around on the mat holding his spine after a follow up Slade back breaker!!
The crowd starts to boo a little bit as Slade slowly get to his feet, feeling confident. He pulls Kaito up off the mat and tosses him over the top rope and down to the floor with ease. Slade ignores Referee Tanner's call for him to stay in the ring as he attempts to keep the offense in his favor. He peels Kaito up off the floor and sends him spine first into the barricade!
Franks: Slade certainly feels right at home outside of the ring!
Shoulder to the midsection of Kaito! Shoulder! Shoulder! Come on Slade, bring it back to the ring! Kaito falls to all fours after having the wind knocked out of him. Slade powers him up with a sideways suplex that causes Kaito's spine to bounce off the side of the ring!
Quadros: That looked like it hurt.
Franks: Another obvious observation from Ray Quadros!
Slade boots Kaito in the spine against the ring. Another kick! Another stomp! Referee Morgan Tanner wants the match back in the ring. Slade has no issue with that as the damage is done. He rolls the light heavyweight Jiraiya Kaito back under the ropes and into the ring. Slade slides in and makes a cover...1!...2!...TH...KICK OUT!! Again with the ground and pound by Slade! Punch! Punch! Punch! Beat down! Some more boos kick up as Slade confidently moves around the ring, telling Kaito to get up and show how he is a Hall of Famer. He helps Kaito to his feet only to send him running back first into a corner. Slade runs with a crushing splash in mind but NO! Kaito boots him in the stomach to stop him in his tracks!
Franks: Desperation move by Kaito doubles over Slade!
Kaito hoists himself up in the corner and places his legs on Slade's shoulders and sends him flailing with a head scissors! The crowd cheers!
Quadros: Slade is about to start another streak if he keeps this up. A losing one that is.
The world is turning on Slade as he tries to get back to his feet. He throws a wild clothesline that Kaito has no issue ducking. The 'Black Dragon' sneaks around the back and executes a solid dead lift Dragon suplex that flattens Slade!
Franks: Kaito has some power for a man his size!
Slade is down and out holding his backside as Kaito runs towards the ropes. He bounces off with a rolling senton. Crunch! Cover! 1!...2!...THR...KICK OUT!! Slade tries desperately to scramble to his feet while Kaito eyes him up. Open-handed strike to Slade's head. Again! Again! Kick to the midsection. Kick to the lower back. Kick to the midsection. Kick to the middle back. Kick! Kick! Kick! Mongolian chop has the former Premiere Champion Slade reeling!
Franks: Some devastating strike from Kaito!
Kick to the midsection of Slade doubles him over...fisherman's neckbreaker! Oh boy! Slade is rolling around on the mat holding his neck while Kaito points to the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers! “Kaito! Kaito! Kaito!” He hoists himself to the top. He looks down at Slade before leaping off with a Double Stomp II to the chest! Oh! Slade gets flattened!
Franks: And Kaito doesn't go for the cover! He's headed to another corner!
Quadros: Bad move on his part. He should always go for the pinfall.
In another corner Kaito leaps to the top turnbuckle. Again he jumps off with another Double Stomp II! Right to the chest of Slade! The crowd pops as Kaito points to another turnbuckle! Here he goes again to a different corner! Hops to the top. Jumps off...again! Double Stomp II!!
Franks: Does he dare go for the fourth one?
Jiraiya Kaito points to the one last corner! The crowd pops big time now! Slade is down and out and huffing and puffing for air. Kaito walks over to the corner and hops to the top. Here we go again...BOOOOOO! Slade is getting to his feet causing the crowd to become disgruntled. Kaito doesn't look too happy as he resets himself on the top while Slade stumbles around on his feet. Kaito jumps off the top turnbuckle with a Dragon rana! He has Slade pinned down! 1!...2!...2.999998946187616!!!
Franks: Clutch kick out from Slade!!
Quadros: That was a damn close one for sure.
Kaito doesn't seem to happy and questions if Referee Tanner takes her orders from Swiggette! He brings Slade back up by the head. Kicks him in the stomach. He grabs hold for the Jiendo! No! Not so fast! Slade puts an elbow to the back of Kaito's head. Another elbow! Another to break free from what would have been a finishing legsweep DDT! Slade fights for some separation Kaito hits him with a knife-edge chop! WHOOO! Slade fights back with a jab! Chop from Kaito! WHOOO! Jab from Slade! Kaito grabs him by the arm for a whip! Reversed by Slade! Kaito bounces off the ropes and runs straight into a thudding spinebuster from Slade!!
Quadros: That's how you stop him right in his tracks!
Slade shakes off the shots he's taken as he falls back against the ropes. Now Kaito is breathing just as hard as he is! Slade regains himself as he grabs Kaito by the arm. He pulls him up into a hold. He runs with Kaito and slams his spine into the turnbuckles. Still holding him and running to another corner for another slam into the turnbuckles! Texan Stampede! He holds Kaito in the middle of the ring and executes a backbreaker across the knee! Another back breaker across the knee! Another! One more and finishing off with a driving power slam right into the canvass!! Kaito's arcs his spine in pain after all the damage done!
Franks: Oh man Kaito is playing a heavy price there!
Slade doesn't cover as he heads over to a corner. He stares down his opponent while Kaito rolls along the mat showing signs that yeah, he is not paralyzed. Referee Morgan Tanner starts counting for Kaito to get up. 1! 2! 3! 4! Kaito gets to a knee and then to his feet. He turns around and here comes Slade like a mad train coming off the rails with a BIG F'N BOOT! Kaito damn near gets flipped out of his tights!
Quadros: How's that for a kick for you lightweight!
Slade reaches down to take advantage as he pulls Kaito up. Put him in position and lifts the Hall of Famer with ease...FINAL TRIP press power bomb! Jiraiya Kaito is flattened again! Slade hooks the leg...1!...2!...THREE!! Ding! Ding! Ding!
“Big Gun” kicks back up as Slade rises to his feet, putting his arms up into the air. The crowd boos as Slade celebrates over another fallen opponent.
Franks: And Slade is back to his winning ways. I guess Donail Swiggette will be happy with this outcome.
Quadros: Give Slade a title shot! Ha ha!
THE GREATER OF TWO EVILS
Written by: Donnie
The dressing room is full as usual. Sitting off on one end of the room is Ryan Gaines and Frankie Bones, having a private conversation of some sort. Sitting on the opposite end are Tony Field, Rochelle Robinson, and Jayden Skyles.
Jayden stands up from her seat, grabbing an empty bottle of Gatorade from the nearby table. Carrying over to the trash can she tosses it in, then reaches into the refrigerator and grabs another bottle. Slowly and sexily she walks back, across the room, opening the bottle of Gatorade and handing it to Tony before taking a seat next to him and propping her legs across his. Rochelle Robinson lets out an annoyed sigh.
Rochelle Robinson: Really? (Mumbles under her breath)...whore.
Jayden glances over at Rochelle with a look of pleasure and mischief behind her eyes. She leans over and wraps her arms around Tony, leaning in and giving him a little peck on the cheek. Tony smiles, a bit shocked, but not fighting it at all.
Jayden Skyles: It's not my fault if you've had all this time with Tony, but yet you can't seem to make a move on him. I must admit, he's a bit too much man for many.
Tony, loving it, also wants to put a stop to it.
Tony Field: Now ladies, come on, there's no reason...
Rochelle Robinson: You're right, there's no reason for this. Jayden's a slut and everyone knows it. (then she turns to Jayden). And just so you know, if I really wanted Tony, you couldn't stand in my way.
Jayden goes to snap back, but before she does there's a knock at the door and then it opens before anyone can even answer the knock. Standing there in the doorway is Wren Chesney. Field glances up, making eye contact with his one time “lover”. Wren has an irritated look slapped across her face. She looks to Jayden, and then to Rochelle with a bit of disdain.
Wren Cheseny: Out, now. I need to speak with Tony.
Tony glances at them, before nodding, then one by one his entourage files out of the room, leaving him alone with Wren Chesney. Wren takes a seat across from Tony, this time keeping her distance, conscious not to make the same mistake of coming on to him that she made last time. She finally looks Tony in the eyes with contempt.
Wren Chesney: I sent you word that we had a meeting...you missed it.
Tony just smiles confidently.
Tony Field: Just because you sent me word of a meeting doesn't mean I accepted it. You're forgetting, I don't answer to you or Swiggette.
Wren Chesney: As you've made it abundantly clear the last two weeks, so let me cut to the chase. I'm here to up the offer for you to come work for me and Swiggette.
Tony Field: What could you possibly have to offer me that I don't already have?
Without missing a beat Wren answers with one word.
Wren Chesney: Glen.
Tony perks an eyebrow.
Tony Field: Alright, you wanted my attention, you got it.
Wren Chesney: Simple. You come work for us, help us to do what we want with this company, and in exchange I'll make sure Glen Watts, or Evan Andrews matter never step foot into a PWA arena again. I'll have them both fired and black balled. Then I'll put out feelers with my people and do all I can to make sure they don't land anywhere else. I'll end this little vendetta or yours and basically hand you the win in your little...'war'...as you call it.
Tony laughs, pauses a moment, looking at Wren, then laughs again.
Tony Field: You seriously thought that would work to obtain my services? To get rid of Glen? You see, Wren, that's the last thing I want at this point. Do you really think I would've went through the trouble of baiting the high and mighty Glen Watts, Terminus, into returning to PWA only to have him black balled two weeks later? This right here is the exact reason that you and Swiggette have no business running this place, you're both fools.
Wren Chesney: Fools! The last time you were here you even ran him out of his contract. I thought...
Tony Field: You thought, that's the problem. When will you learn that you don't have the brain power to think. You're inferior. Hell, for the most part you're whole gender is inferior. Let me explain it to you in a way even you can understand. Tony Field vs Glen Watts equals RATINGS..something you've lacked as of late. I want to DESTROY Glen Watts in the process, but if you rid PWA of Terminus, I have no chance of doing it. Therefore, Glen Watts stays.
Wren Chesney: And what if I force him out?
Tony Field: Then we'll still do it anyway. You see, Glen may hate me and he wants to destroy me just as much as I want to destroy him. In that we have a common goal. So just like Gaines, Bones, and the rest of my crew, I'm sure I can reach agreement with Glen and Evan both to put them under some type of contract to me, which means they are untouchable to you. And if they are too proud to take the offer from me, then we'll just take our little song and dance elsewhere and let another federation get the headlines....
Tony pauses a moment, as if a light bulb goes off.
Tony Field: As a matter of fact, that's a good idea. I know you have some disgruntled people running around here who don't care for the Swiggette Regime. For that matter, I know we have other people around here who are always willing to be bought if the price is right. I have the money, I have MORE than enough money. Maybe I'll just start buying up contracts so you and Swiggette have no say over them. Because as we discussed previously, anyone under my employ, PWA has on definite jurisdiction over without my say.
Wren takes this as her chance to laugh.
Wren Chesney: As if anyone on this roster would want to be under contract to you.
Tony Field: I took a good chunk of your fed before didn't I? Besides, who's to say they'd even “work” for me. I'd do it just out of spite. I'd do it just take the ball out of your court. I mean think about it, an entire PWA roster, under contract to me, so your little regime has no power of them. They don't have to like me, they'd just have the satisfaction of knowing you and Swiggette held nothing over their head.
Wren Chesney: And instead, have you holding something over their head. You honestly think you are the lesser of two evils?
Tony Field: Oh no, I'm definitely the greater of two evils. But the difference is this: I don't want to run this company, not really. It's not worth my time. I'd put the power in THEIR hands, where it should be. Wrestling should be about wrestlers, not about you and Swiggette. You see, that's where I made my mistake the last time around. I was too busy trying to play the front office power game, not realizing that I was putting the focus away from where it should be. The REAL power is in the ring. Butcher at least got that much. I never thought I'd see the day I longed for him to be back.
Wren looked at Tony, half in shock, half appalled.
Wren Chesney: So that's it then, that's what you are here to do? To buy up the contracts of PWA, put them under your umbrella of protection from your contract, then what? Put Butcher back in charge? I don't believe it, not for a second. You don't have the...
Tony Field: Don't have the what? I have the money, I have the pull. I may not own PWA, I may never own PWA, but face it, you can pump all the money into it you want. Without a roster, it's nothing more than a name. So go ahead, tempt me. Play your games with me, and I'll play my games with you. Right now, I just want to do what I want to do without any more offers, without any interference. That interference extends right to Glen Watts and Evan Andrews. They don't leave PWA until I SAY they can leave PWA. They leave this business at my hands when I damn well say it's time for them to leave this business, and not before and not at yours or Swiggettes hands. As long as I get what I want and I handle my business my way, I'll turn a blind eye to what you and Swiggette do. I want no part of it. But if you even TRY to play games with me.....
Tony eyes here up.
Tony Field: It'll be the last game you play in PWA, that I promise you.
Wren Chesney: You really think you can win a war waged with me? Are you really that full of yourself.
Tony stands up and walks to the door, jerking it open.
Tony Field: I don't think, I know. And I think deep down, you know it, too. So I suggest the next time you come to a “meeting” with me, you have your criteria laid out a little better. Now if you don't mind...
Tony motions for the door.
Tony Field: ….I'm tired of the smell of whore polluting my dressing room.
Natasha vs. Terminus
Written by: Andrew & Donnie
Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for one fall....
~ A massive spider's web falls across the entrance gate. The rhythmic drumming of the intro to "Our Truth" by Lacuna Coil starts up as Natasha, Chris Card and Mr Murphy appear out of the entrance gate. As the heavy guitars of the main riff and the wailing of Cristina Scabbia starts, Natasha bursts through the web and begins to sashay down the entrance ramp, her husband and brother-in-law in tow. Natasha waits for Mr Murphy to part the ropes and slides into the ring, Card and then Murphy following her in. Natasha makes the spider sign by linking her thumbs while Card and Murphy stand behind her, Card crossing his heart with his thumbs, Mr Murphy grabbing his wrist and extending his restrained hand. ~
Ferdinand: Introducing first...Hailing from Point Pleasant, NJ, and weighing...As much as she wants...Accompanied by her associates, Chris Card and Mr. Murphy....This is the Gothic Goddess...This is Natasha!
~ The crowd in attendance begins to murmur as the lights grow dim...
"This place will self-destruct in...five...seconds..."
Twin bursts of white pyrotechnics go off as the main riff of "And Some You Lose" kicks in; heralding the arrival of Terminus. Glen Watts who takes a moment to stare out at the throng in attendance, and then slowly raises one index finger and draws it across his throat in that ever so familiar cut-throat gesture. After doing so, the masked man walks down to the ring, keeping his gaze focused upon the squared circle all the while; he then slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, and then takes a moment to drink in the crowd's cheers before he makes his way to his corner and crouches down with his head bowed in silent contemplation as he awaits the start of the match.~
Ferdinand: And now...her opponent....Hailing from Calgary, AB, and weighing in at 210lbs....This is Glen Watts....This is...Terminus!
~ Terminus keeps his gaze focused upon Card and Mr. Murphy as they take their place by Natasha's corner, and then stands up and directs a cool gaze toward his opponent as the latter strides forward and advises poor Morgan that it's really not wise to piss her off. Tanner shrugs and prepares to start the match, but just before she can signal for the opening bell the following words flash across the screen...~
~ The Game Changes in
...5 ...4 ...3 ...2 ...1
Ray Quadros: Look at this!!! My favorite wrestler..of all time…is on his way out….
~ Then the opening cords of Slash's "Godfather Theme" solo start to echo throughout the arena. After a few moments Tony Field finally steps out on the ramp, with a sly smirk drawn across his face. Tony slowly makes his way toward the ringside area, and completely ignores the nonplussed stares directed toward him by Natasha and her associates; instead focusing that trademark smirk in the direction of his arch-rival as he takes a seat at the announcer's table.~
Tony Field: Hello Ray, hello Carl, how are you two doing today.
Ray Quadros: I’m doing great, sir. Thank you for asking. So glad you could join us.
Carl Franks: Yeah, we’re real thrilled to have your expertise.
Tony Field: Listen, Carl, if you’re going to take a sarcastic tone with me, then just keep your mouth shut, your play by play calling lacks anyway.
~ Terminus directs a cold gaze toward his arch-rival, but then quickly turns his attention back to Natasha just in time to avoid that Jumping High Knee that she launched in an effort to capitalize upon his distracted state! As the bell rings to officially begin the match, The Gothic Goddess lands on her feet and then lashes out at her opponent with a Spin Kick aimed at the head! No! Blocked by Glen, who catches the leg and dumps Natasha onto her back with a nice back heel trip! Terminus then grabs the legs of his opponent and laces them together into a Cross Heel Lock, and then drops down and scissors his legs around her in order to exert more pressure on a hold that's meant to draw the submission from his opponent! ~
Carl Franks: Early command by Terminus as he takes Natasha down to the mat into a submission hold
Tony Field: I would hope so, I mean to lose to a woman, it’s a disgrace.
Ray Quadros: That’s right, but we want that woman to win, don’t we, Tony.
Tony Field: Absolutely not. I’m signing off later tonight to fight Glen at Point of No Return, I can’t be seen fighting someone who was beaten by a woman. It’d cheapen my legacy. I need Terminus to win this one believe it or not.
Ray Quadros: Okay, so we are pulling for Terminus, good to know.
~ Natasha wails in pain, but shakes her head in refusal and just glares at the ref when she asks if she wants to submit. Instead, she manages to sit up and then reaches out and gouges Glen's eyes to force a break of the hold! A momentarily blinded Terminus rolls away and stumbles back to his feet; and after taking a moment to shake some feeling back into her legs, Natasha steps forward and grabs him by the hair, before pulling him into a nasty Knee Strike to the face! The masked man to reel back into the corner, and his opponent quickly follows him in with the Flying Knee that she was looking to connect with earlier! Glen stumbles forward from the impact of the blow, and his adversary quickly follows up with a stiff Elbow Strike Clothesline to the back of the head that drops him like a bad habit!
Carl Franks: Great combination by Natasha to send Terminus reeling.
Tony Field: He should be ashamed. You see, that right there, taking that kind of offense from an estrogen filled poor excuse of a wrestler, I’d never allow that to happen to me, that’s why Glen is so far beneath me.
~ Card and Mr. Murphy break out into satisfied grins as they watch Natasha bounce off the ropes and leap into a Knee drop across the back of her rival's head! The Gothic Goddess then rolls her opponent over and then applies the lateral press for the first pin fall attempt of the match: 1...T-Kick Out! Undaunted, Natasha simply climbs to her feet and levels a predatory glance toward Terminus as the latter struggles off the mat. She then steps forward and pulls him up the rest of the way by the hair, before taking him back down with a Snapmare. Natasha then claws away at her rival's eyes again, before she shoves him back down to the mat and unleashes a shrill battle cry as she rams the back of her opponent's head into the mat a few times before applying another cover: 1...Tw-Another Kick Out! ~
Tony Field: What is this? Mud wrestling? Christ, come one. Clawing at eyes, I feel like I should be watching jello wrestling in a bar, not professional wrestling in a ring. Seriously, this place went downhill when women got the right to vote.
Carl Franks: Natasha has every right to right this match, just as Terminus does. We’ve had a woman champion after all.
Tony Field: Yeah, and she was a dyke, everyone knows that. If Glen wants to win, he’ll have to bring it more than this at Point of No Return.
~ Natasha glares at Morgan and tells her to count faster before she drags her rival up by the hair and doubles him over with a knee strike to the gut. Natasha then proceeds to run off the ropes and catches her opponent with a Running Knee lift that drops him in a heap on the canvas! The Gothic Goddess then stops away at her rival, before applying another cover: 1...2...Kick Out! Natasha groans in frustration, and vents it by mounting her rival and clawing away at his eyes some more, before she hauls off and nails him across the cheek with her Sexy Goth Bitchslap! Oh, and now Natasha winds up and whacks Terminus across the cheek with her dreaded Sexy Goth Bitchslap! She then rises to her feet and bursts into deranged laughter as she soaks in the jeers of the fans, before she wraps her hands around Glen's throat and pulls him off the mat, before lifting him up so that she can end matters with her patented Sit- Out Chokeslam...!!!~
Quadros: HAND OF FATE!
Franks: NO! TERMINUS COUNTERS!
Tony Field: Thank God!!!
~ Indeed, the masked man somehow finds the energy needed to twist to the side and land on his feet beside his foe; before she can react, Terminus jumps up and dumps her onto her back with a sweet Drop Scissors Sweep, before chaining directly into a deep Heel Hook! Natasha scrams in pure agony as the crowd begins to chant "Tap! Tap! Tap!", but isn't ready to submit and begins to claw her way toward the ropes. Glen isn't about to allow that to happen and quickly converts the hold into a Standing Anklelock, before pulling back to the center of the ring! The Gothic Goddess shrieks in anger and pain, but still refuses to quit and proceeds to stand up on one leg, before leaping into the air in order to catch her rival with a Roundhouse Enzuigiri! Ducked! Natasha falls flat on her face, and Glen quickly laces her legs together into a Kneeling Figure Four in yet another attempt to draw the submission! ~
Ray Quadros: Man, I hate to say it, but Glen's got a deep, deep playbook, doesn't he...!?
Carl Franks: Yeah...And something tells me that he doesn't have any issue with using every single hold that he has in his repertoire against Natasha this evening!
Tony Field: Deep playbook? You gotta be kidding me. I’ve forgotten more moves than Glen ever knew. There’s a reason I’m a legend in this business. There’s a reason I’m the savior.
Ray Quadros: Oh I know it, Tony. And I just know you’re going to show us at Point of No Return.
~ A smile of grim satisfaction appears on the face of Terminus as he watches his rival struggle against the effects of the hold, before he bridges back in order to apply even more pressure to the Figure Four! Natasha's agonized sobs can be heard over the din of the crowd, but she shakes her head in refusal when Morgan asks her if she wants to call it a night! Instead, she forces herself to sit up, and then lashes out wildly with another Bitchslap when he rival rises out of the bridge! NO! Terminus snags the hand and pulls her into a front face-lock while keeping the Figure Four applied! The Canadian then turns his head and nods toward Tony, before falling backward into a modified, and very sick, Snap DDT that spikes Natasha head first into the mat! ~
Carl Franks: Looks like he’s sending you a message Tony, I think that was just for you.
Tony Field: Yeah, well, he better stay focused on the task at hand or he’s going to get upset.
~ Terminus rolls over and applies the cover to his stricken rival, keeping his gaze focused upon Tony the entire time: 1...2...THRE-NO! Natasha manages to kick out at the last moment! Glen shakes his head in disappointment, but stays calm and simply pulls the Gothic Goddess up by the hair, before he returns the favor from earlier by wrapping her up in a muay-thai clinch and delivering a brutal series of knees to the gut! The masked man then sinks in a front facelock and hooks the leg of his rival, obviously setting her up for the Small Package Driver Finisher that he calls REQUIEM FOR A DREAM...!!!~
Carl Franks: REQUIEM FOR A DREAM!!! This one should be over.
Tony Field: Thank God, I’m bored with this. Just finish her off so she can get her nails done already.
~...But that's the moment when Chris Card hops onto the ring apron and starts to complain to Morgan about the masked man's use of illegal tactics! Tanner takes a deep breath, and desperately tries to convince him to stand down so that the match can run its natural course, but Chris remains standing where he is and continues to berate the official for her inability to do her job! Meanwhile, Mr. Murphy has also climbed over the apron, and is in the process of stepping over the top rope to help his wife. This of course, doesn't sit well with Terminus, who immediately steps forward and leaps high into the air to connect with a stiff Standing Dropkick to the big man's chest! This causes Mr. Murphy to topple off the apron and land hard on the arena floor; but it gives Natasha enough time to recover, so that she can connect with an uppercut to the groin when Terminus back around to face her! ~
*UNHOLY HEEL POP!*
Tony Field: Funny thing is, all this time I thought Glen had no balls.
Carl Franks: He’s had enough to stand up to you time and time again.
Tony Field: Look, Franks, you continue in that tone I’ll reach over this table and slap the taste out of your mouth. You’re in the presence of your superior, I suggest you show a little damned respect, take lessons from Ray over here.
Ray Quadros: Thank you Tony.
~ Terminus doubles over in agony, and Natasha shows some impressive power by hoisting him onto her shoulders; as Chris continues to keep the official's attention directed toward him, Natasha then tosses him off into the path of yet another knee strike, that connects flush against Glen's groin! SLEEP DISORDER! At that point, Card finally jumps off the apron with a contented smile on his face, while Natasha calls Morgan over and tells her to do her job. Morgan seems to realize what might have happened, but thinks better of objecting and with a resigned sigh drops down and tolls the count: 1...2...THREE-NO! NOT THREE! TERMINUS GETS HIS SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST MOMENT! ~
Carl Franks: And Terminus gets his shoulder up just in time.
Tony Field: Does he seem outmatched or is it just me? Seriously, someone needs to get this guy a tampax or something, this is just sad.
~ Natasha's mouth drops open in disbelief, and levels a murderous glare toward Morgan, who tentatively holds up two fingers in response. Unleashing a deafening shriek, Natasha pulls her opponent off the mat by two handfuls of hair, and then scoops him up and drops him head first into the canvas with a Michinoku Driver! VAMPIRE'S KISS! Once again, Natasha covers, and this time hooks the leg: 1....2.....THREEENOOOO! Another kick out at 2.999999999!!!! Natasha appears to be beside herself with rage, and expresses it by stomping down as hard as she can on her rival's throat! Glen rolls around on the mat, gasping desperately for breath, and the Gothic Goddess takes a moment to admire her handiwork before she drags her opponent up and then wraps her hand around the throat for another attempt at connecting with THE HAND OF FATE...!!!~
Carl Franks: …THE HAND OF FATE!!!!
~ ...But once again, Glen has this move scouted, and shifts his weight to block, before spinning round, hooking his foe's arms and snapping her across his shoulder with a sick Gory Backbreaker! Natasha lies gasping on the mat, and isn't in any position to resist when Terminus pulls her up and sinks in a tight Stretch Plum, before delivering a series of MMA style elbows to the face! The masked man then caps the sequence by spinning into a Final Cut Backbreaker that leaves her lying on the mat with her back arched in pain and then applies the cover, while making a point of grinding his forearm into Natasha's now bloody features: 1...2...THRE-NO! Kick Out! ~
Carl Franks: Natasha kicks out! He don’t look too outmatched now.
Tony Field: OF course not. You see, this is the confusing part for me. These fans hate me, but I’m not the one who beats on women. This is disgusting.
~ Terminus doesn't seem particularly surprised or displeased, and simply pulls her up before unleashing a series of alternating shoot kicks to Natasha's legs and torso! He then connects with a Jump Spinning Back Kick that sends her staggering back into the nearest corner, and then follows her in with a sick Running Corner Dropkick that causes The Gothic Goddess to topple to the mat! A slight smile appears beneath that famous facemask as he stares down at his wounded opponent, before he jumps onto the top cable and bounces off into an ARABIAN DOUBLE FOOT STOMP that leaves her curled up in fetal position! Glen glances toward Tony and smirks at him, before he drags his foe up by the hair and sets her up for another attempt at the REQUIEM....!!! ~
Carl Franks: This could be it, the match could be al over.
~ But once again, Chris and Mr. Murphy hop onto the ring apron, at glower toward the masked man. Glen glances toward Card, and then toward the big man, but then turns his attention toward the fans at ringside and nods his head as an enigmatic smile appears through his mask. Taking their cue, EVAN ANDREWS AND CAPTAIN HOWDY emerge from the crowd and charge toward Natasha's associates! Howdy grabs Mr. Murphy's legs and tugs him down off the apron, before grabbing him and snapping him across his knee with the Backbreaker he calls BROKEN TOYS! As the crowd cheers him on, The Captain then proceeds to sink in the Full Nelson Camel Clutch that he calls BACK TO THE ROCKING HORSE, and wrenches on his pet submission with everything he's got! ~
Ray Quadros: What are they doing? Gang tactics, this isn’t right.
Tony Field: No, it’s not. Card and Murphy were just out here giving Natasha some support in a match she should’ve never been in, and those two come out here and blatantly attack them. If I wasn’t outnumbered I’d do something about it.
Carl Franks: I’m sure you would, Tony, I’m sure you would.
~ Meanwhile, Evan and Chris are busy fending off one another's kicks and punches; eventually, Technical Perfection finds an opening and connects with a stiff Spinning Back Elbow to the jaw, and then attempts to follow up with the Superkick that he calls THE CALLING CARD! Ducked! Evan counters with Spinning Legsweep that dumps Card onto his back, and then catches him as he rises with a sick Buzzsaw Kick to the temple! Card collapses to his knees, and Andrews quickly takes advantage by grabbing Chris and spiking him head first into the floor with the Snap Butterfly Piledriver that he calls REQUIEM AETERNAM! ~
Carl Franks: Andrews takes out Card…
~ In the meantime, Natasha has been struggling desperately to free herself from the clutches of her opponent, and eventually manages to lift him up onto her shoulders. She then attempts to drop him into another SLEEP DISORDER...Only to have Terminus somehow manage to catch the knee! Before the Gothic Goddess can react, he pulls her into his grasp and PLANTS HER with his Small Package Driver! REQUIEM FOR A DREAM! After connecting with his finisher, Glen rolls back to his feet and nods his thanks to Evan and Howdy, before he turns his attention toward Field as he peels Natasha off the mat by her hair! Nodding toward his arch rival, Glen leaps up and connects with a sick Jump Superkick that leaves Natasha quivering on the mat! ~
Terminus: That was for you, Tony...
~Field stands up from his seat looking into the ring.~
Tony Field: That son of a bitch just used my move…
Carl Franks: And he used it well, might I add.
~Field glares at Franks, then reaches over and slaps him in the face, knocking his head set off.~
Tony Field: I warned you, now not another word the rest of this match or I’ll show you how a superkick is REALLY done.
~ Terminus chooses not to cover, and instead drags Natasha up onto her knees by the hair, before he blasting her in the face with a series of Kawada Kicks! By now, Natasha is bleeding profusely from the mouth and both nostrils, and both of her eyes are badly swollen. But Glen seems unmoved as he slowly walks around in a circle, landing kick after kick while keeping his gaze focused upon Tony! Glen then pulls Natasha back to her knees, and then steps back mouths the words "That was for Sadie"; in response, Natasha begins to giggle and titter, which becomes mad laughter as she spits blood in Glen's face! Terminus wipes the blood off his mask and stares at it, before he steps forward and unleashes a BRUTAL series of shoot kicks to Natasha's chest- each one harder than the one before it! ~
Quadros: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! HE REALLY *IS* TRYING TO KICK THE SILICON OUT OF HER BREASTS!
Tony Field: Shame, too, such nice breasts. Glen don’t appreciate anything, I swear. He just pisses over everything. He’s like that dog you just can’t train.
~ Natasha wheezes and gasps as she kneels before Terminus, who mouths the words "That was just 'cause I felt like it. " Chants of "Stop The Match!" circulate throughout the arena, and both Evan and the official plead with Glen to put Natasha out of her misery. Even the Captain seems to be a bit surprised at what he's witnessed, although he personally voices no objection to it. Glen doesn't respond verbally, but simply in the direction of Field, whose smile has disappeared as he glares at the masked man. Terminus then turns his attention back to his opponent and just smokes her with a Tornado Enzuigiri that causes her to flop onto her face! Glen rises to his feet stands over her, staring directly at Field as he draws his finger across his throat, and then quickly wraps Natasha up in a Deathlock STF, before pulling Natasha back and adding an additional Cobra Clutch for good measure!~
Ray Quadros: BURIED ALIVE!
~ Natasha lets out a low pained moan as she flails wildly in the submission, but she STILL refuses to tap, even when Terminus BRIDGES on the hold, and bends her into a disgusting U-shape in the process! However, the pain quickly becomes too much for her to bear, and Natasha's arm goes LIMP! At that point, Morgan checks to see if there's any fight, knowing full well what the answer will be, and then immediately calls for the bell when Natasha's arm flops heavily to the mat! ~
*DING! DING! DING!*
Ferdinand: Here is your winner....by submission....TERMINUS!!!!
Tony Field: It’s about fucking time. He played around with her long enough. This has been a disgrace. Glen should be ashamed at this showing.
~ Terminus complies with the official's request and breaks the hold, but only through the method of flipping his unconscious opponent over into a Reverse Monkey Flip, causing her to land on her head and shoulders! The masked man then rises to his feet and levels a hard stare toward Field, who appears to shift uncomfortably in his chair even as he continues to smirk in Glen's direction. A nasty grin appears beneath Glen's mask as the official raises his hand in victory, and it never leaves his lips as he exits the ring and heads up the ramp, leaving a somewhat recovered Card and Murphy to tend to their associate! ~