Sunday, March 13th, 2011
Buccaneer Stadium in Corpus Christi, Texas
TIME TO MOVE ALONG
Written by: Neil
[ The Violation theme has kicked up as the lights bounce around the stadium and the crowd here in Buccaneer Stadium in Corpus Christi, Texas! PWA fans are holding up multiple signs, some of which read: “GAITHER RETURNS HOME~!”, “Wren Chesney is a WHORE!”, “Outfit sux!”, and “Rapture Sleeps Tonight!” The camera then pans down to the commentary team of Carl Franks and Ray Quadros, standing by for the beginning of the show. ]
Franks: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Violation 117 on the PTN Network! With the inclusion of PTN executive Kurt Kaiser to the new Board of Directors, PWA is back on television.
Quadros: And you still have a radio face, Carl. While everybody was squabbling back and forth over stupid television rights this company has fallen apart. How are we even going to exist without the presence of Tony Field and Slade on our shows? Shouldn't we just quit while we are ahead?
Franks: Maybe you would like to quit, Ray, but I'm not. I enjoy working for this company even if I have to work with you every week!
Quadros: Well if the new Board are going to make wholesale changes, they might as well start looking at replacing you at commentary. You've been pretty bland lately.
Franks: Thanks a lot.
[ “Nutshell” by Alice in Chains begins to kick up out of no where as the crowd goes into a mixed reaction. Commissioner Butcher steps out from the back in his black suit and tie, stopping on the entrance ramp with a briefcase in hand. He waves to the back and here comes his wife, Nikki Cortez, stepping out and standing by his side. ]
Franks: Looks like the Cortez's are going to start this show off tonight!
Quadros: Like they have anything good to say.
Franks: I think that might be the case the vacated Premiere Title is being held in.
Quadros: We should just retire that belt in the memory of Slade!
[ The two walk down to the ring, arm in arm, while some in the crowd cheer while others boo them. Commissioner Butcher helps his wife step up onto the ring apron before hobbling up himself. He holds down the cables for his wife to step into the ring and then he walks in himself, asking for a microphone. He hands the case to his wife while ring announcer Freddy Ferdinand gives him a microphone. The Commissioner stands in the center of the ring, holding the microphone up to his mouth, waiting for the crowd to quiet down. ]
The Butcher: For over 30 years I've walked out to a wrestling ring each week as a wrestler, a manager, a trainer, a Commissioner, or a Board member. For 30 plus years I've given my heart, my mind, and my body to this business. The scars on my body tell my story. The burns across my backside show the lengths that I would go to in order to protect my wife from some loser like Jason Sandman. The limp in my step from shot knees because of this business I will take to the grave.
But tonight, I walk out here with a different purpose. Tonight I come out here to accept the truth and reality that stares me in the face now. It is only a matter of time until Wren Chesney...
[ The crowd starts to boo loudly! ]
The Butcher: ...or any of her other cronies find some reason, legal or trumped up, to fire me from PWA. With a new Board of Directors in place, PWA perhaps doesn't need Commissioner Butcher anymore.
The Butcher: So, I spoke with my wife about this matter. Should I give those fools who know nothing of PWA, nothing of wrestling, nothing of what this industry is all about the opportunity to fire me and put an end to a 30 plus year career? Do I give them the chance to dictate the last time my fans, PWA fans, or anybody who has followed my career to decide the last time The Butcher is ever seen again on television?
I will not give you that honor, Wren Chesney. I've survived Death Matches in front of rabid Japanese fans. I've encountered wrestlers who could end your career in one move and I survived them after all these years. I've been thrown into Butch Match pits, set a fire, had barbed wire wrapped around my throat, taken so many chair shots to the head I should be brain dead, suplexed through tables, powerbombed through rings, and beaten with any variety of creative weaponry sick minds can come up with. I've done all this and more and here I stand still.
And you think you are going to decide when I go away, Wren? Who in the Hell are you besides some racist, power hungry, doesn't know when to keep her legs closed, $2 a night whore, who nobody respects, nobody fears, nobody gives a shit about, bitch whose reality is so warped she should be the one spending time in Arc Ana Asylum? Who are you, Wren Chesney? Who are you?
That being said, I'm not giving you the chance that so many people would love to have. You aren't going to end me, Wren.
You aren't going to decide what happens to me or where I go from here. I will.
[ The Commissioner looks towards his lovely wife Nikki Cortez, who is smiling with pride. ]
The Butcher: So I discussed this with my wife and we decided when the time was going to be for me to go, where I would go, and what I would do.
Nikki, dear, your plans sound great. Walk away, travel the world, see different things, and enjoy life. Not worry about where the next chair shot will come or who will try to run your name through the mud next. It really sounds good, but...it isn't my life.
[ Nikki's face becomes shocked as her husband is apparently going on their script. ]
The Butcher: This is my life. The chair shots, the politics, the backstabbing, the boos and the cheers. This is all I know. This is what I do. I was born for this and nothing can replace it. I'm sorry, but you know this deep down inside. If I cannot be part of this business, the competition, the smell, the sound, the people, I rather be dead...
[ “Power” by Kanye West begins to play, interrupting the Commissioner during his speech. The crowd starts to boo loudly as Board member Donial Swiggette steps out from the back with a microphone in hand. He stops on the entrance ramp and stares down to the ring with a glare. ]
Donial: Dead? That can be arraigned, Butcher!
[ The crowd boos even louder as Swiggette's crew of security walks out from backstage in a double file line. Security begins to march their way down to the ring. ]
The Butcher: What is this, Swiggette?
Donial: You know what this is! Right here in my hand is a court ordered restraining order placed upon you for attacking me a few weeks back! These things take time in the court system but I'm not going to waste any more time! You've been ordered to stay 500 yards away from me and my security is going to enforce this court order, Butcher!
The Butcher: Like Hell they will! I'm the Commissioner of this company! I'm not going anywhere!
Donial: Remove him from the stadium! Get to it now!
[ Butcher tells his wife to get behind him while security starts to form around the ring. Led by Donial's brother Donnie, the Swiggette Security team storms the ring to remove the Commissioner! ]
Franks: This isn't right!
Quadros: The court says it is. Get him out of there!
[ The Butcher starts kicking away through the ropes, trying to keep security from coming into the ring. There are too many as a couple slide in from behind. He turns around and THUMPS one right in the head with a microphone! Butcher starts punching another one and sends him over the top rope to the floor! He clotheslines another one to the ground! Fireman's carry face plant on another one! ]
Franks: The Butchered on security!
[ Two guards grab the Commissioner by the legs just in time for Donnie Swiggette to tackle him. Nikki Cortez stands there for a moment as security tries to restrain her husband. Then she just snaps and takes the Premiere Title briefcase, smacking it upside the head of Donnie Swiggette! ]
Donial: Get that white bitch! She's trespassing!
[ Donnie Swiggette grabs Nikki by the wrist and threatens to do as he pleases with her. The Butcher finds his second gear and starts shoving security off of him in a rage. He clubs Donnie Swiggette from behind, forcing him to let Nikki go. Butcher kicks Donnie in the stomach, doubling him over. The Commissioner looks out towards Donial, telling him to come collect his brother...DOWNTOWN DROP! ]
Franks: Downtown Drop! Butcher just planted Donial's brother into the mat with a sit-out powerbomb! He still has it!
Quadros: Quit masturbating his ego!
[ Now the Commissioner is swinging around the Premiere Title briefcase as a weapon, blasting any security that tries to get into the ring. Then all of a sudden from behind, some big bald man jumps from the crowd and into the ring. He catches the turning Butcher with a right hand, a left, then another right! ]
Franks: What?! Is that who I think it is?
Quadros: Ian Frasier! The 'Top Dick' has come to PWA!
[ I.F. has pummeled Commissioner Butcher backwards into a corner and now he's letting off vicious head butts to the face! Head butt! Head butt! Head butt! Head butt! Butcher's head has been busted open! And...belly-to-belly suplex out of the corner flattens the Commissioner! ]
Franks: Is I.F. working with Donial and Wren?
Quadros: Does it matter? He's kicking this old has been's ass!
[ Frasier backs up and watches the bleeding Butcher fumble around on the mat, trying to find him footing. As the Commissioner attempts to get up, I.F. pounces with a violent, STIFF knee strike to the head! Commissioner Butcher is laid to waste! ]
Franks: Oh! THE MAULER knee strike to the Commissioner! What a shot!
Quadros: Now you can drag his sorry ass out of the ring.
[ Nikki Cortez huddles over her broken husband to protect him while Ian Frasier looks down at her with menacing eyes. She's yelling at him, “No more! No more!” ]
Franks: Don't touch her!
Quadros: He'll do whatever he wants to, Carl. Who is going to stop him?
[ I.F. reaches down towards Nikki Cortez and...picks up the Premiere Title briefcase. With the crowd booing loudly, I.F. rolls out of the ring with the briefcase in hand, leaving security to clean up his mess. I.F. walks up the ramp way and hands Donial Swiggette the Premiere Title briefcase a bit roughly before walking backstage without a word spoken or a glance back at what he did. Security hog ties the unconscious Commissioner and drags him out of the ring, leaving a smear of blood from his head. They handcuff Nikki's hands behind her back dragging her backstage despite her protests. ]
Franks: Commissioner Butcher I guess is being tossed from the show! And all because I.F. from back in the day surprised us here tonight and knocked him out with the Mauler!
Quadros: This show is just starting off right. I love it!
ET TU, BRUTE?
Written by: Sam
“The Artist” Zex sits alone in his locker room next to him on a stand is a painting wrapped in brown paper with the name El Fantastico written on it in red maker pen, Zex sits quietly and patiently. His mind only focused on two things, his match against Captain Howdy and presenting El Fantastico with his painting.
His painted nails are chipped and broken as he holds his hands in prayer while waiting for the minutes to go by, for his match to begin and then for the unravelling of his art.
Suddenly Zex’s locker room door opens and in Walks the finely dressed Leon Murphy with a huge grin upon his face. Leon looks at Zex and laughs loudly.
Leon: An here was I thinking you wouldn’t show up? Damn your looking in opretty good shape too.
Zex: What other shape would I be in?
Leon: Lets not get into that, lets get down to business...I’ve decided to hire you a bodyguard, someone who will watch your back around this place.
Zex: WHAT!? I don’t need any back up, I’m fine on my own?
Leon: You’re being stalked, you’ve been covered in paint and Fantastico seems to have that douche bag Nightmare in his back pocket... so here is my INSURENCE POLICY! BRUTUS PRYDE!
With that said Leon pulls the door open wider as a huge seven foot mastodon of a man steps into the room, dressed head to toe in an expensive tailor made suit, the hulking man mountain punches his fist with his knuckles and smiles sinisterly as Zex can’t help but be impressed by the sheer size of the guy.
Brutus just nods without saying a word.
Leon: And that’s not all I have in-store tonight, I have gone to the liberty of REALLY helping you out with your “Presentation” tonight Zack. I am going to prove to you once and for all that I am on your side and that between the three of us here we will make sure that El Fantastico never messes with you again.
Zex: I like how that sounds.
Leon: Oh, you will like this even better....
As Leon is about to relay his plan to Zex, Brutus shuts the door behind them cutting off all site and sound...
Ed Wooderson vs. Nightmare
Written by: Neil (match) & Sam (preview)Wooderson is looking for some redemption here after losing to Nightmares’ associate the “Mexican” Luchadore El Fantastico at Field Envy, while Nightmare is coming off a very strange draw Situation with “The Artist” Zex; Both men want a win here and neither of them is going to give an inch, expect a hard hitting match with plenty of drama here.
"We Know Something You Don't Know" the 90's hip-hop beat fills the arena, several sections of the crowd burst into cheers, the rest with polite applause and cheers to show their support for a rookie in the world of the PWA. The front row seems to go crazy, clearly his hometown contingent have traveling support.
Ed comes out to the ring wearing a pair of red tights with his initials on either hip. He wipes his hand over his brow taking a few strands of hair off his face as he looks focused on the task at hand. He walks in measured paces to the ring slapping the hands of the fans as he barely takes his eyes off the ring.
He climbs onto the apron and smiles out at the capacity crowd before ducking between the ropes and circling the ring.
Franks: Ed Wooderson's PWA career lately has been in a downward tailspin, Ray. Ever since he lost the Primetime Title he's been going backwards and been on a losing streak.
Quadros: There's only one person who can help Mister Goody Two Shoes fix this. His first name begins with 'Chris' and his last begins with 'Card.'
Franks: I don't know where you get the idea that that classless cheat can help anybody.
Quadros: To be successful you need to surround yourself with successful people!
"The thing I Hate" by Stabbing Westward begins to play. A lone spotlight shines down illuminating the entrance way, a large man steps form the back into the light. He stands at six foot eight, clothed all in black and his face hidden underneath a black mask with a red and yellow flame pattern he makes his way to the ring.....with each step a new spotlight turns on marking his path. Up the steps he climbs ...pausing only briefly he ducks under the top rope and moments later is standing in the center of the ring.
Franks: Last week at Field Envy we watched a very odd happening during the Nightmare vs. Zex match. The match was suddenly called off in the middle as Zex and Nightmare entered the crowd to save a fan's life!
Quadros: And we haven't heard from that fan since, Carl. I bet you he's dead. I know I'd rather die than get any sort of help from Nightmare because I know I'm going to be re-paying him for the rest of my life! No deal!
Referee Andy Sheppard calls for the bell and...DING!...we are underway! Ed Wooderson and Nightmare circle around the ring before locking up. The size advantage is clearly in Nightmare's favor as Wooderson is definitely on the light heavyweight side. Nightmare wins out into a side headlock but Ed Wooderson pushes him off towards the ropes to get free. Nightmare bounces off the cables and flattens Wooderson with a heavy shoulder block. He peels Wooderson up off the match and kicks him in the stomach then blasting him across the spine with a clubbing blow.
Ed Wooderson staggers away while holding his back, leaving himself open for a forearm to the face, knocking him back into a corner! Nightmare pounces with a series of blows to the ribcage then a knuckle arrow punch in the corner! Ed Wooderson staggers away while holding onto the ropes, and shakes out the cobwebs after the heavy shots!
Franks: Nightmare is showing his power advantage by teeing off on Wooderson early in this one.
Quadros: I guess Nightmare isn't willing to be a nice guy this week.
Nightmare runs his fingernails down the exposed backside of Ed Wooderson! He pushes Ed off the cables and sends him across the ring with a whip. Nightmare telegraphs a backbody drop attempt too early and the former Primetime Champion picks right up on it. Kick to the chest by Ed Wooderson stands up Nightmare the hard way! Forearm to the face by Wooderson! Another! Another! He hoists Nightmare up into a body slam! Ed Wooderson drops the elbow and hooks the leg! 1!...2!...KICK OUT!
Franks: Ed Wooderson springs to life!
Quadros: He is alive isn't he?
Wooderson and Nightmare get up and again the 'Man from Mayview' takes control with a kick to the stomach. He sneaks around the back for a suplex attempt. Blocked by the foot of Nightmare. High back elbow to the face by Nightmare and now he sneaks around the backside. Wooderson blocks a suplex attempt that he assumes is coming but NO, Nightmare instead pushes him off towards the ropes! Unprepared for the shift, Ed Wooderson bounces off right into a thundering sidewalk slam that rocks the ring! Now Nightmare is making the cover...1!...2!...KICK OUT!
Nightmare rains some stomps down onto Ed Wooderson to keep the former Primetime Champion flat on the mat. Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Nightmare's pulls Keith up by the head and executes a swift vertical suplex with ease that whips Wooderson up! Stomp to the back of Ed Wooderson's head! Another cover by Nightmare...1!...2!...THRE...KICK OUT!
Franks: Nightmare just tossed Ed Wooderson like he was a rag doll there!
Quadros: He must have adonis DNA, Carl, because I've never ever seen Nightmare in the weight room. In fact, I've never seen him work out much less prepare for a match inside of a practice session. He has to be the most successful lazy man I know!
Nightmare pulls Ed Wooderson up and launches him into a corner with his strength! The hulking Nightmare runs towards Wooderson with a full head of steam and...BAM! Wooderson moved and Nightmare ran chest first into the turnbuckles hard!
Franks: That could have been lights out if Wooderson didn't move!
Ed Wooderson cinches the staggering Nightmare and this time gets what he was looking for earlier! German suplex on the big man! Nightmare pops up but right into a kick to the midsection from Ed Wooderson. European uppercut from a knee by Wooderson nearly floors Nightmare!
Franks: What an uppercut!
Wooderson pushes Nightmare against the ropes and whips him off across the ring. Nightmare bounces off the cables right into a standing dropkick! The paid off Wooderson “fans” begin to cheer! Ed Wooderson makes the cover! 1!...2!...THRE...KICK OUT!! The crowd starts to get behind the Wooderson as he gets to his feet and yells for Nightmare to get to his. Nightmare gets to a knee then to his feet. Wooderson jumps in there with a right hand! Left! Right! Left! He's backing up Nightmare! Kick to the midsection! Elbow to the face! Wooderson goes around the back and sinks in a full nelson! Nightmare tries to get free but only ends up being rocked backwards with a full nelson suplex! Ed Wooderson hooks the leg and....1!...2!...2.999347676313!!
Franks: Clutch KICK OUT from Nightmare!
Quadros: Oh! That would have been one epic win for Ed Wooderson!
Ed Wooderson stares at the ceiling with disappointment as he thought that might have been it. He brings Nightmare to his feet as he gets up. He wants to put an end to this soon. Ed Wooderson sends Nightmare packing towards a corner. He's following up with a run himself and...BAM!! Nightmare surprised Wooderson with an explosive clothesline right from the turnbuckles!
Franks: Damn! He folded Wooderson right in half there!
Ed Wooderson gets up slowly and he looks completely dazed as he didn't see that coming at all! He walks straight into an Nightmare kick to the midsection, doubling him over! Nightmare powers the light heavyweight Ed Wooderson up onto his shoulders and runs before faceplanting him on canvass! Oh! Nightmare makes the cover! 1!....2!....THREE...NO!! KICK OUT says Referee Sheppard!
No argument from Nightmare as he looks to finish this one for good. He puts Ed Wooderson between his legs and flattens him with a powerbomb! BAM! Not letting go, Nightmare lifts Keith again for another powerbomb! No wait! He circles with Ed Wooderson up on his shoulders and...BAM!! Sit-out powerbomb with some extra mustard on it!
Franks: Oh! What power!
Quadros: He almost put Wooderson through the mat with that one!
Nightmare still isn't finished as he releases Wooderson before Sheppard can count for a cover. Sheppard asks Nightmare what he is doing because Wooderson is clearly a beaten man. Nightmare pulls Wooderson up off the mat, latches on a cobra clutch before rocking Ed Wooderson backwards with a thundering suplex! QUAKE WITH FEAR!! And there is the cover as Nightmare pins Wooderson with both hands...1!...2!...THREE!! Ding! Ding! Ding!
Ferdinand: The winner of this match.....NIGHT—MAAAAAAREEEEE!!
Franks: Nightmare wins in impressive fashion as he tossed Ed Wooderson around with ease. Good victory for Nightmare early on in his PWA career.
Quadros: He doesn't even look like he broke a sweat. Wooderson better pick up his calling Card and fast!