Who let you back in my company?
Violation 99 opens up with Jason Sandman sitting at his desk. He almost seems relaxed for once as there is no sign of any annoyances. Just as Jason starts looking over some paperwork the door comes flying open and in walks the man that Jason really didn’t want to see tonight.
In walks The Commissioner and without saying a word to Jason grabs a few papers off what would be his desk and heads back out the room.
Jason: I know two security guards who will be receiving pink slips in their checks this week.
With that the intro to Violation begins.
Thought we were cool
Trinity stretches her arms behind her back as she makes her way toward the Murderers Row Locker room. She stops a few feet away from the door suspiciously eying her bag sitting in the hallway. She rattles the door handle and it doesn’t move. She then backs up and lunges forward to shoulder open the door, aging no movement. Pressing her ear to the door she hears the muffled shuffling of feet.
In frustration she slams her fist against it in frustration.
Trinity: I hear you in there, now let me in!
A piece of paper is slid under the door. Trinity slowly picks it up and sees that it is her picture with big X over it, at the bottom is a small heart shape and a V. She immediately kicks the door with enough force to dent it.
Trinity: Mule headed Islander! It’s just a match! And its even non title! What are you gonna do when you have to face me for real? Ban me from the arena? Sheesh!
Grabbing her bag, she slings it over her shoulder and storms off to find another place to use as a locker room.
I’m ready for this
The scene cuts to backstage as the cameras focus in on Miranda Buck standing alongside PWA’s newest acquisition, Milo Crews.
Miranda Buck: Milo, not many people get to stand backstage at a live wrestling event like this just after graduation, and even fewer get to actually step into the rings. So my question for you is…are you excited?
Milo Crews: Oh yeah, Tremendously. For like the last four years, I’ve wanted nothing more than to compete in that ring…and I’ve worked my ass off for the last year with a minor promotion near my house getting ready.
Miranda: So…you’re not nervous at all?
Milo: Oh no, no no. I’m very nervous. More nervous now that I have ever been. I’m struggling to stop myself from vomiting, the pressure is pretty intense.
A look of caution appears on Miranda’s face as she takes a step back, not wanting to be doused in vomit.
Miranda: Well, if you do feel the need to barf, make sure you do it away from my shoes, alright? Haha. But Yeah, your opponent tonight. Josh Graham, right? What’re your opinions on him?
Milo: Well, to be completely honest with you…I have no idea who he is. And I mean no disrespect by that, it’s just…I’ve been so caught up with my training, and keeping in shape…I haven’t had enough free time to do some of the things I would normally do, like watching the actual shows, or browse around on the internet.
Miranda: Sounds like you’ve been busy! I hope everything works out for you tonight, good luck!
Miranda smiles as the scene cuts to a commercial.
Milo Crew vs Josh Graham
'Spit it out' by Slipknot plays as Milo Crews makes his way to the ring.
Franks: Welcome to Violation 99 and welcome to what sure is to be an opener that promises a good outlook on the future.
Quadros: Yes, apparently we are looking at Milo Crews. This is his first match here in PWA and he is looking to make an impression.
Franks: He is going to be going against a guy who is still looking for his first in PWA.
Quadros: But at least he is optimistic about it.
Stan Bush's "The Touch" echoes through the arena. As the music picks up, shots of cheering audiences appear on the screen. "The Believer" Josh Graham bursts through the entrance curtains with his arms raised over his head. He jumps up and down as he turns, then drops his arms and breaks into a job down the aisle and slides into the ring.
Franks: Josh Graham is hear to deliver a positive message of hope and believing in yourself. He had nothing but kinds words to say about Milo.
Quadros: What’s his angle.
Franks: I don’t think he has one. He is just a very positive guy.
Josh and Milo stare eachother down across the ring for a few moments until Josh gives a big smile and outstretches his hand. Milo quickly shakes Graham’s hand in a good show of sportsmanship.
Franks: This is a great show of respect between these two men.
Quadros: We will see how quickly that changes once the bell rings.
The bell rings and the two lock up. Milo wins the test of strength and sends Josh to the ropes. Josh bounces back and gives Josh an arm drag that slides him to the other end of the ring. Milo takes a “ready” position as Josh gets up impressed with Milo. He claps for him and says “Very impressive.”
Franks: Graham likes what he sees in the opening seconds and I think I have to agree.
Quadros: But Milo is still a rookie, he has got to screw up next time.
The two lock up again but this time Graham wins the test of strength and puts Milo in a headlock. While he is in the hold Graham whispers into his ear “Come on Milo, you can do it. You can get out of this hold.” With that, Milo battles out of the hold and performs a vertical suplex on Graham. Without hesitation Crews performs a fist drop onto Graham’s chest.
Franks: Will this is a first, Graham is actually encouraging Crews to beat him up.
Quadros: Again, I gotta say that Graham needs to concentrate on winning the match, not helping his opponent.
He pulls Graham back up and goes for a snap suplex but Graham won’t budge and reverses it into a neckbreaker. Graham pulls him up and pats him on the back before performing a Russian leg sweep. Crews struggles on the floor as Graham reaches hand out to help him up. Milo takes it and Graham releases the hold and then goes for an irish whip that Milo reverses and sends Graham to the ropes. Graham bounces off just in time for a beautiful looking clothesline from Milo. Milo stares down at a winded Graham and takes a few seconds to think about what to do next.
Quadros: It looks like Milo’s inexperience is going to hurt him
Franks: Nope, there he goes. He might win this one quickly.
Crews finally goes to pin Graham. 1…2… Kickout by Graham. Milo rolls away as Graham gets back up and says “That was Self Doubt no selling you.” Milo looks a bit annoyed with all the positive talk and just tackles Graham with lefts and rights. The punches send Graham into the corner. Milo gets on the turnbuckle as the fans countdown the punches. 1…2…3…4…5. Graham blocks the sixth punch and pushes him off. Josh launches off the turnbuckle with a missile dropkick that sends Milo reeling. Graham goes for the pin. 1…2… Milo kicks out.
Franks: Milo is still in this.
Quadros: For now… but they are both putting on a great show.
With Milo back up Graham goes for a spinning back elbow that Milo quickly ducks. He launches off the ropes with a crossbody that sends Graham to the floor. With Graham back up, he hits a snap suplex. He quickly goes for the pin not knowing if he will have another chance at it. 1…2… kick out. Graham gets back up just in time to get hit with a spear. Without hesitation, Crews performs a standing shooting star as the crowd in attendance goes crazy. He hooks the leg.
Franks: HE IS DOING IT! Milo can be making a huge first impression in this match.
Quadros: That was amazing! Even I am impressed. Your right, he might end up doing it. That was a cool move.
1…2… Graham just barely gets the shoulder up. Milo sends Graham to the ropes again. Graham ducks another clothesline and performs his momentum shifter, The Doubt Buster. Crews is down because of the brutal spinebuster. Instead of pinning him, Graham tries to get the crowd behind Crews by clapping his hands together. Soon the whole arena is clapping with Graham who is chanting “Let’s GO Milo! Let’s Go! Let’s Go Milo! Let’s Go!” Milo is getting to his feet as the chanting and clapping continues.
Quadros: Wait… is Graham setting up his finisher? Trying to play head games? What is he up to.
Franks: What he has always: motivating his competition to be the very best they can be.
With Crews on his feet Graham locks up with him and wins the test of strength. Milo starts punching him in the face and bounces off the ropes. Before Milo can do anything, Graham catches him and hits what is known as the Canadian Destroyer that he calls the confidence builder. Graham hooks the leg. 1…2…3
Franks: GRAHAM finally wins a match. This might move him further up the card if he is lucky.
Quadros: I gotta say both men put on a helluva show and really changed my mind. But tonight, The Believer’s beliefs gave him a win.
Franks: This is a great night for Graham so far. Let’s see if he can keep it up at Violation 100. This will probably be our biggest televised show so you cannot miss it.
Ferdinand: Here is your winner: “The Believer” JOSH GRAHAM!
Graham helps Milo back up and raises his arm as The Touch plays. The two hug before Graham raises both their arms in victory and good showmanship.
My Kind of Favor
Tony Field: Well hello Wren, how are you doing on this wonderful night?
Wren eyes Tony up as she smiles, running her tongue along her bottom lip softly, seductively.
Wren Chesney: Tony Field…to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit…
Tony laughs to himself as he sits down in the plush chair next to Wren’s desk. He picks up her name plate, looks at it a moment, before sitting it back on her desk.
Tony Field: I just wanted to stop by and see how my favorite PWA executive is doing. Do I really need a reason to meet with someone off the board of directors?
Wren chuckles to herself as she leans back in her chair and eyes up Tony.
Wren Chesney: Somehow, I find it hard to believe you just came by to visit.
Wren stands from her seat, walking across the room, she closes the door, then takes a seat on her desk, positioning herself right between Tony’s legs.
Wren Chesney: I must say though, I do love it when you come to visit me. You always want something, but it is rather beneficial for both of us.
Tony starts to rise from his seat, but Wren pushes him back down, and then starts to take her high heel, rubbing against the crotch of Tony.
Wren Chesney: So what do you need tonight, Tony?
Tony lets out a soft moan as Wren’s foot…
Tony Field: I need a favor for Point Of No Return…
Wren smirks as she slips her heel off and starts to massage Tony through his pants.
Wren Chesney: Funny, I think I need a favor, too.
Learn from his mistakes
Outside of Mr. Ryu Sawada’s office we find Jason Sandman making his way in. The door comes open and Jason walks in seeing Sawada sitting behind his desk appearing to be finalizing everything. Jason makes way over to the desk and looks down at the possible new owner.
Jason: You wanted to see me.
Sawada looks up and sees Jason standing there.
Sawada: Yes Mr. Sandman I did. Please have a seat and let us discuss life.
Jason: No thanks I’ll stand. So what you need.
Sawada looks a little annoyed by the fact that Jason did not listen to his order, but none the less continues with what he has to say.
Sawada: Very well. Mr. Sandman it has come to my attention that maybe our business deal is not being held up on your side. As I see it James Cortez is still standing.
Jason: Indeed and you future son in law seems to be walking with a limp this week. Don’t worry I don’t think retard genes will pass that down to your future grandchildren.
Sawada is now getting irate, but tries to keep it cool.
Sawada: That is other thing that bothers me. You seem to use your new power for whatever suits you and not for what suits me.
Jason: Yeah someone should have told you. I am kind of a prick like that. That business with number two last week, it was indeed personal and something that was necessary for me to complete the job you asked of me.
Sawada: How does trying to cripple Jack Gaither help with ending James Cortez?
Jason lets out a laugh.
Jason: Because if I don’t hurt certain people I get bored. When I get bored possible innocent people get hurt. It was also a message Sawada.
Sawada: And what message is that?
Jason: If you fuck me over, I will end the life of everyone you love. Jack, Hiroko, and the most important person to you, I will end Ryu Sawada. I will end you all and I will make it look like an accident. Cortez has already had to live with his decisions, Learn from his mistakes.
Sawada: You, you…..
Jason smiles an evil smile.
Jason: But don’t worry Sawada, I know you are going to keep your promises as you know I will keep mine. So rest your head and don’t live in fear. I can smell it on you.
Jason then just simply walks out of the office without another word.
Seeing an old friend
“The Product Of Hate,” Josh Cantrell, is putting on the rest of his wrestling gear seated in a chair. The crowd cheers as the young, but vastly experienced, athlete is preparing for his upcoming main event against Sam Washington tonight. Everything is set against a dank, regular locker room as he gets to his feet. Cantrell then bends downward to stretch for a few seconds, but sees another pair of legs approach him. Cantrell, with his notorious mistrust for everyone in sight, says ….
Josh Cantrell: Leave me alone! .....
However, the subject does not move. Getting more perturbed. Cantrell says it with more contempt.
Josh Cantrell: I said, "Leave me alone!!" Alright. You have five seconds to get out of my dressing room.
Cantrell raises upward as he sees the subject not budge an inch.
Josh Cantrell: ---- 1 ------ 2 ------ 3 ----- 4 ----.
As soon as he gets in a full standing position, the man known as The Gem Assassin, NightTrain, is smiling in the midst of the threat. He sarcastically finishes the count for Cantrell.
NightTrain: ---- 5 ----.
The crowd lets free a deafening roar upon the return of NightTrain on PWA television in almost one month. With a smile on his face, he continues to talk to Cantrell – with a little caution mixed in between the greeting from both sides.
NightTrain: I thought I’d finish the count for you.
Josh Cantrell: Raye.
Both men ‘size up’ each other for about five seconds. Then, both men give one another a man hug to the crowd’s approval. Both men smile – very rare, especially for Cantrell. They break the hug and give each other a soul handshake.
Josh Cantrell: Man it is GREAT to see you again.
NightTrain: I thought I’d never see you in a wrestling capacity again, man. How are you doing?
Josh Cantrell: Well, I’m trying to make it. You know how that goes.
NightTrain shakes his head and knowingly moans.
NightTrain: I most certainly do, my brotha.’
A comfortable nod comes from Cantrell as you can see his body language relax – and The Product of Hate not be so on guard.
Josh Cantrell: Look …. about that program we ran when I kidnapped Trinity ….
NightTrain: Don’t sweat it. Now, if you truly want to make amends, you’ll have to approach her on your own.
Cantrell shoots NightTrain a look that says, “Are you kidding me,” all by itself.
Josh Cantrell: C’mon, Gem. That woman has a mind of a steel trap.
NightTrain: And the game of a prize fighter.
Both men loudly laugh about flashing back to their separate, independent wars with Trinity. Cantrell, happy to see NightTrain, wants to make sure there’s no ulterior motive behind his visit.
Josh Cantrell: So – you don’t have any hard feelings about my program with Trinity nor ….
NightTrain: …. nor when you folded me in two during my Hall Of Fame ceremony in the Tradition days?
The Gem Assassin shakes his head. Once Cantrell saw the ‘no’ come from NightTrain, the rest of his defenses lower.
NightTrain: You were finally getting your opportunity to shine as company champion. I don’t begrudge you that, at all.
A sigh of relief is heard from Cantrell and a slight smile comes across his face.
Josh Cantrell: Good. I’ve been thinking about that a lot, you know. Out of the people I’ve seen in this business, you’re the closest thing to family I got – and I couldn’t bear ….
Cantrell tries to speak, but emotionally gets stopped. He tries again ….
Josh Cantrell: …. I couldn’t bear ….
The fluidity of thought stops from Cantrell. NightTrain, seeing the sincerity coming from his friend’s emotion, completes his thought.
NightTrain: I know what you’re trying to say. You couldn’t bear the thought of burning a bridge – much like your father did with you.
Cantrell, still trying to gather his thoughts, fights tears and stems them from coming. He sees Cantrell nod his head in confirmation as NightTrain steadies him as best he can.
NightTrain: Listen to me, Josh ….
He grabs Cantrell by the shoulders and turns The Product of Hate to face him. NightTrain speaks with conviction - looking at Cantrell right in his eyes.
NightTrain: You are NOT your father - nor his sins. You are BETTER than he is, already. You’ve seen the world many times over, and he didn’t. You may be known as The Product of Hate – but you are long from being the agent of it. Exorcise those demons which still lay within you. No matter how long it takes – I’ll be right there with you. You hear me, man?
Cantrell gathers himself to respond, but the caring that’s coming from NightTrain is rare for him to witness. He closes his eyes and nods as the emotion overtakes him a little. He reopens his eyes.
Josh Cantrell: Yeah, I hear ya,’ ‘Train. I hear ya.’
NightTrain positively moans and nods. He then walks away from Cantrell’s dressing room. Before he gets out the door, Cantrell says ….
Josh Cantrell: Hey, ‘Train!
NightTrain stops and slowly turns to face Cantrell – who is now standing on the other side of the room’s entrance.
Josh Cantrell: Man – if you need anything, or any help …. just ask. I’ll watch your back.
NightTrain: Thanks, Hate. I really needed to hear that.
NightTrain nods at Cantrell before departing from the dressing room. Meanwhile, Cantrell purses his lips and feels relaxed considering he’s bonded again with one of his longtime allies. He nods his head in affirmation to the good fortune he is so unaccustomed to seeing and enjoys the moment.
VCR is sitting at his desk when Duncan Malloy walks in and sits down silently across from him. He stares at VCR as the board member finishes what he is doing then addresses him.
VCR: For fuck’s sake Duncan. Do you have any idea how stupid this is for you to be here? Do you have any idea how much this complicates things?
Malloy leans forward, smirking at VCR.
Malloy: Really? Because I don’t think this does. I think this makes things much, much easier.
VCR: Please, Duncan. Do tell. How does this make things any easier? When Carmichael knows that you’re here, he goes into lockdown mode. There’s no way we can get close to him once he knows.
Malloy: Well then, why don’t I let him know I’m here first?
With that, Malloy stands up with a smile and walks out of the office, leaving VCR cursing as he watches the door close.
Tony Field is seen backstage, chatting up Miranda Buck. Miranda leans in close to Tony, gives him a kiss on his neck, and then inhales deeply as her expression quickly changes.
Miranda Buck: Is that perfume I smell?
Tony Field: Perfume?? You sure?
Miranda inhales again.
Miranda Buck: Yeah, I smell perfume on your collar….
Tony Field: Oh, yeah, that. I was signing autographs before the show. Some rabid fan wanted an autograph.
Miranda Buck: An autograph? You never sign autographs? You’ve said before that they are just looking to make a quick buck off your signature.
Tony just shrugs.
Tony Field: I was in a giving mood *Tony nods at the camera*…so rather than to act like a jealous girlfriend, why don’t we do this interview since we are being spied on as it is.
Miranda glances at the camera and starts to blush. Then she slightly clears her throat.
Miranda Buck: We are here, backstage with Tony Field, who will square off against Terminus at Point Of No Return in a match that will end the career of Terminus if Tony should win. So Tony, how do you feel going into this match.
Miranda leans in to Tony, whispering in his ear.
Miranda Buck: Is that how you wanted me to ask it?
Tony nods at her and whispers back.
Tony Field: That’s perfect, doll.
Tony then turns back to the camera.
Tony Field: That’s right, Miranda. In a few weeks, in what is big enough to be the main event of Point Of No Return, in what will be, without a shadow of a doubt, be the single biggest moment in PWA history, it will be Tony Field vs Terminus version 2.0. Only this time there’s so much more on the line. This time, we will make earth shattering history.
Miranda Buck: History? Tell me, Tony, how will this match make history?
Tony Field: Good question Miranda. This match will make history because it will be the night I end the career of Terminus. I will rid this federation of that waste and begin my ascension to being the franchise wrestler of PWA. I will, once and for all, show all these sheep fans that Terminus is nothing special, he’s only an obstacle standing between me and my goal. And who knows, once I rid this place of Terminus, maybe I’ll cash in my title shot.
Miranda Buck: But you seem so sure you’ll win at Point Of No Return. How can you be so certain?
Miranda stops Tony before he can answer.
Miranda Buck (whispering to Tony): That didn’t seem TOO leading to you did it? You said to improvise the questions.
Tony Field (to Miranda): It’s fine…..(turning the camera)…It’s simple. I just came from the office of Wren Chesney…
Miranda Buck (interrupting Tony): Hey, that smelled like her perfume…did you…
Tony Field: Miranda, trust me, it was 100 percent professional. I mean really, do I seem like the type of guy who’d screw around with her for a favor?
Miranda eyes Tony up, looking hurt, then her expression finally turns to one of acceptance.
Miranda Buck: You’re right, that’s beneath you. Sorry, I just…I lo…anyway…go on.
Tony concentrates on Miranda a moment, then he turns his attention back to the camera.
Tony Field: Where were we? Oh, yes, how can I be so certain? I just came from the office of Wren Chesney, and she was so kind to give me a special match for Point Of No Return. You see, years ago, I was forced into a match for as a punishment, but I came to excel at it. It’s kind of become my specialty match. It’s a match I’m currently 13-1 in. Imagine this. We’re going to pull out the coated ring ropes, and replace them with rotted, ragged uncoated ring ropes. Ropes that are frayed and frigged. We’re going to replace the turnbuckles with exposed metal and steel, rusted to the very core with jagged edges. There will be no mat, but rather splintered 8 inch thick wooden planks replacing the wrestling mat.
Outside the ring, we’re going to pull up the padding on the guard rails, leaving the steel bars exposed, and we’re going to pull up the padding on the floor, and the arena hardwood, leaving nothing but cold hard concrete to pad your fall. There’s no disqualification, no count outs, no submission. There’s not even a mandatory 10 count . The only possible way to win the match is by a pinfall. It’s a little match that came to be known in uW as The Extreme Ring Match.
So why am I so certain I’ll win? This is my match, I can’t possibly lose this match. So come Point Of No Return, Glen, your first ever Extreme Ring match, will also be the last match of your career.
Tony turns back to Miranda
Tony Field: Now what do you say we slip out to the limousine for a few, I got something I really need to…show you….
Miranda smiles, leans in, gives Tony a kiss. Then she tosses the microphone toward the camera man as the two slip out of site of the camera very quickly.
Zakk Bryce vs. Justice Reigns
The words "Justice will be served!" is heard as the beginning riffs of "Master of Puppets (MosDam electro house remix)" by Metallica is played underneath various images of Justice Reins in various capacities is shown on the screen. Reigns name appears next to a large picture of lady justice. The lights in the arena start to change colors for all of a minute and half as the driving drum beat continues.
As the guitar begins to play the lights go out with only a spotlight in the middle of stage. Reigns comes out from backstage wearing a black judges' robe and a gavel in his right hand and stands in the middle of the spotlight. He holds the gavel up as he stand near the entrance. "Justice will be served" is heard again as he starts to walk down the ramp, the spotlight following him.
Franks: Here’s our first competitor, Justice Reigns, to a mixed reaction from the crowd. They can’t figure out of if they want to cheer him or boo him!
When Reigns reaches the ring he enters under the bottom rope and walks to the middle of the ring all the while the spot is following. When he reaches mid ring he stares at the camera and slams the gavel into his left hand. Justice holds both his arms out and he stares intently into the camera as the song ends. He then walks over to ring ropes where he hands over his gavel and his robe. Justice jumps around as he sets up for his match.
A slight sound of feedback hums over the speakers as the arena is covered in light blue lighting. Then the opening riffs of "The Hurt (Paid My Dues) by House of Broken Promises starts to blare through the speaker system. Zakk Bryce steps out on the ramp to be met with a chants of "You suck" from the crowd, followed by Tony Field’s bodyguard, Frankie Bones.
Quadros: Well you tell you what, Carl, here’s who I’m pulling for. This is the next coming of Tony Field. How can you not root for Zakk Bryce?
Franks: It’s simple, Ray, he’s a tool.
Bryce shakes his head in disgust with the crowd and stalks down the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope. Bryce heads straight to a neutral corner and starts to stretch using the ropes as the bell rings.
Franks: And we are underway….Both men circle each other in the ring, taunting one another. Then Bryce motions to Reigns to tie up with him. Reigns eyes him up, then extends his hands. Bryce locks in one hand, and then pauses, and then extends the other hand. Just as Reigns is about to take it, Bryce gives him a kick in the gut to be met with a series of boos. Then he hits another and another, until finally Reigns is doubled over. Bryce then hits a spinning wheel kick, taking Justice Reigns to the ground, then he quickly follows it up with a standing moonsault before turning to the crowd and taunting them.
Franks: Real nice series of moves there. Bryce has come a long way in such a short time.
Quadros: Well what do you expect from the protégé of Tony Field? This guy is golden, I’m telling you. I smell future Heavyweight Champion.
Franks: You don’t have to kiss Tony’s ass, he’s not out here this week.
Quadros: I’m not kissing his ass, he’s my favorite wrestler, what can I say.
Bryce walks around Reigns, circling him, then he starts to put the boots to him, kicking him repeatedly in the gut. Then he grabs Reigns by the neck and pulls him up. He wraps an arm around him, hooks his leg, and then sends him back to the mat with a hard Russian Leg Sweep. Bryce goes for the early cover.
Franks: Bryce tries to end it early.
…1 …2 ..KICK OUT!
Franks: Justice Reigns kicks out just in time.
Quadros: Nice try though, stay on him Zakk.
Bryce shakes his head and pulls Reigns to his feet. He throws him into the far ropes, leap frogs him, and then nails him with a pele kick on the rebound.
Franks: Nice pele kick out of Bryce, that’s a new move.
Quadros: The force is strong with this one….
Franks: Please, God no, no Star Wars references, I beg you.
Quadros: Oh come you, get it? Tony Field is like Obewon Kenobi, and Zakk Bryce is like Luke Skywalker.
Franks: More like Field is Emperor Palpatine and Bryce is Darth Vader.
Quadros: Sheesh, and you get on me for the Star Wars reference.
Franks: Bryce goes for the quick cover again…
…1 …2 …KICK OUT!
Franks: Zakk isn’t happy about this one.
Quadros: And he has ever right to be angry. That was a slow count…
Franks: Oh it was not. You are so full of crap.
Bryce grabs the referee by the shirt, shouting obscenities at him, tell him to “JUST FUCKING COUNT RIGHT!” Just as he turns back to Reigns, Reigns grabs Bryce and rolls him up with a small package.
…1 …2 ..Bryce slips out!
Franks: AND REIGNS ALMOST STEALS ONE!!!
Bryce gets to his feet as does Reigns. Reigns hits a high heel kick, staggering Bryce back into the ropes, then Reigns follows it up by planting Bryce face first into the mat with the X-Factor.
Quadros: Get up, hurry, get up.
Franks: You’re supposed to be impartial when you call these matches.
Quadros: You mean to tell me you’re not rooting for Reigns?
Quadros: You can’t deny it.
Franks: But I’m not OPENLY rooting for him. I’m too professional for that.
Bryce climbs back to his feet, only to be met with stiff German suplex, sending him flying across the ring. Reigns then runs over to the turnbuckle, quickly climbing to the top, then he comes flying off the turnbuckle with a Phoenix Splash Pin. The referee counts.
Franks: WHAT MOVE! This should be over right now!!
…1 …2 …KICK OUT!
Quadros: THANK GOD! Get up Zakk, hurry, get up.
Franks: Reigns stalks back over to Bryce after the close call.
Reigns pulls Zakk Bryce back to his feet, locks his neck, and then sends him crashing down face first into the mat with a running bulldog. Reigns quickly drops to the mat and locks on a Texas Cloverleaf.
Franks: This could be it. Reigns could have him right here. Looks like Bryce might tap.
Quadros: Don’t do it Zakk. Remember, WWTFD…
Quadros: What Would Tony Field Do..it’s the motto I live my life by.
Franks: God I really hope Reigns win this one. I can’t take this anymore. It’s like working with the king of all kiss asses.
Bryce scrambles, trying to reach the rope, but he can’t get there. Reigns torques harder and harder on Bryce. The referee checks Bryce, but Bryce doesn’t tap out. He walks to the back, checking on the hold. Meanwhile, with the referee looking elsewhere, Frankie Bones reaches up, grabbing Bryce’s hand and pulls him to the ropes, wrapping Zakk’s hand around the bottom rope, and then walking away just mere moments before the referee notices.
Franks: That’s so cheap. That’s disgusting. The referee really needs to do something about this.
Quadros: Hey, it’s wrestling. It’s called brains above brawn.
Franks: It’s called cheating is what it’s called. This match should be over by now.
Reigns breaks the hold as Bryce uses the ropes to start to pull him up. With Bryce grasping on the middle rope, Reigns charges at him. Bryce drops, pulling the ropes with him, bridging Justice Reigns over the top rope and sending him spilling to the outside. Bryce then goes to stand, then suddenly buckles, grabbing his knee. The referee turns his attention to Bryce. Meanwhile on the outside, Frankie Bones lifts Reigns up, presses him over his body, then drops him, wrapping his neck across the top of the guard barrier. Reigns grabs his throat as he flops to the floor.
Franks: Christ, come one, his knees not hurt. This referee needs to remove his head from his sphincter and do his job.
Quadro: Simmer down now, Carl. Bryce has a legitimate injury, the referee is just doing what he’s paid to do.
Franks: His injury is about as legitimate as you’re impartial commentary.
With Bryce still holding his knee, Bones picks Reigns up off the ground, tucks his head, and then sends him crashing back to the mat with a sit down powerbomb with a sickening thud. Bones lifts Reigns back up and slides him back into the ring as the referee turns his attention toward them. Bones just raises his hand as if he did nothing while Bryce’e knee is suddenly better.
Franks: Look at that, nothing wrong!!! I’m calling the rest of this match under protest. There’s no justice in this match. Reigns is getting a royal screw job.
Quadros: Oh come on, win at all costs, that’s Tony Field’s motto. It’s a motto we should all live by, and apparently Zakk Bryce agrees with me.
Bryce kicks Reigns in the gut, and then hits him with the Zakk Attack.
Quadros: ZAKK ATTACK!!! This should be all over right here.
The referee starts to count, and just as he drops to the mat Bryce props his feet on the bottom rope for extra leverage as Reigns tries to fight out of it.
…1 …2 …3!
Quadros: And Zakk Bryce picks up his first singles win here in PWA. What a competitor. We are going to see good things to come out of this kid. His stock is on the rise.
Franks: On the rise? He’s a Tony Field clone, nothing more.
Quadros: And you couldn’t find anyone better to clone yourself after. I like this kid.
Franks: You would.
Zakk Bryce jumps to his feet in victory as he slides out of the ring and hugs Frankie Bones. The two stare into the ring, laughing, as Reigns struggles to his feet, angry and feeling cheated out of the match, looking on as Bryce and Bones back up the ramp, knowing they stole a victory.
When The Lights go out
Credit: John and Okori
*With a stick in hand, former AWG and current "Wrestling Insider" magazine Senior Analyst Norman Asner stands in the center of the ring as he gets ready to introduce his very special guest.*
NORMAN ASNER: N¨«h¨£o ma Beijing!? (How are you Beijing!?)
*The crowd inside Beijing's Worker Stadium erupts for the former AWG analysts suprising use of Mandarin.*
NORMAN: I see we're doing quite well, and I hope you're all having a good time tonight. Now ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your PWA World's Light Heavyweight Champion--"The Golden Eagle" himself, Jack Gaither.*
*The audience springs to life again as "Cosmos Rockin'" from Queen + Paul Rodgers begins to play. We now see "The Golden Eagle" make his way on-stage to a loud reaction; as the Morgantown native makes his way to the ring wearing a Yao Ming jersey, he shakes hands with and gives hugs to several influential fans that will be given shout-outs during this interview. With the Light Heavyweight Championship belt on his left shoulder, Jack steps into the ring to begin this thing as the music settles down.*
NORMAN: Well Jack, the fans here in Beijing love you.
JACK GAITHER: Well--I love these fans too!
*The smile is etched on the face of "The Golden Eagle" as the fans cheer once again. For this interview, Norman shares the mike with the former Houston Cougar.*
NORMAN: Jack, just before you hopped into the ring, you hugged and shook hands with several of PWA's biggest fans at ringside. What's the story?
JACK: I have always believed that every one of us needs inspiration at some point in our lives, and last night, Hiroko and I got the chance to meet up with some people who made a movie that was purely inspiration. People can bash this movie all they want to, but we absolutely loved it from start to finish. In fact, Hiroko and I would HIGHLY recommend that everyone go out to your local theaters and watch it.
NORMAN: What did you and Hiroko watch last night that caused such a media frenzy from what I heard?
JACK: Hiroko and I went out to watch the 2010 remake of "The Karate Kid," featuring several big names who are in attendance here tonight--and trust me, they are HUGE fans of PWA and of yours truly: I'm talkin' about Taraji P. Henson, Will Smith and his son Jaden, and THE Master of modern-day action movies--Jackie Chan!
*The crowd in Beijing ROARS as the four people who played a part in making "The Karate Kid (2010)" such a critical success are shown at ringside.*
NORMAN: I've heard many great things about the new "Karate Kid," and I'll have to go see it. As far as real-life inspirations go, I have to say that you have been one of the most inspirational stories for the past several months. Now that you are the holder of the PWA World's Light Heavyweight Championship, tell us what you've been doing lately to stay focused in everything throughout your life.
JACK: Sure. Tommy Veot and Theresa Ford came to my hotel in Seoul last week and wanted to know about my plans for holding onto this belt. I told them that I planned on defending it against random opponents at PWA's non-Violation and charity benefit events, and this past Friday night in Hong Kong, I got the chance to defend this title against "The Wrestling Machine"--yes, I'm talkin' about Nighthawk!
*Instant pop from the fans!*
JACK: Now, Nighthawk has had a tendency over the years to put people to work, and he made me work and then some--all the way to a 60-minute time limit draw. Together, I was told this morning that we raised over $750,000 in U.S. currency to help in the fight against cancer worldwide, and I was very humbled to be able to do what I love and help those who are in great need of a little inspiration. I was also told this morning that PWA, sponsored by "The Wrestling Insider" magazine," will show highlights from my match against Nighthawk next week as Violation celebrates 100 shows.
*The Bejing audience cheers and starts up a Mandarin-style "GAITHER!" chant.*
NORMAN: Well, thank you for sharing some of your time Jack, and remember fans, you can always order a one-year subscription to "The Wrestling Insider" or pick up a copy today at your local Walmart or wherever books and magazines are sold. Thank you everyone, and enjoy the rest of your night!
As Jack Gaither stands in the ring, his interview over, the lights in the sold-out arena slowly click off as a familiar song plays over the loudspeaker, and it's accompanying lyrics on the large video screen.
Everybody loves a hero, people line up for 'em, cheer for them, scream their names, and years later tell how they stood in the rain for hours just to get a glimpse of the one who told them to HOLD ON a second longer. I believe theres a hero in all of us, that keeps us honest, gives us strength, makes us noble. And finally gets us to die with pride. Even though sometimes we have to be steady and give up the thing we want most, even our dreams.
Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and turn and dream of what I need
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life
Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet
Up where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I would swear that there's someone somewhere
Through the wind and the chill and the rain
And the storm and the flood
I can feel his approach
Like a fire in my blood
As the lights come back on Nighthawk is standing in the center of the ring, his hands on his hips as Jack Gaither turns slowly around to see him there. Keeping his head covered by the hood of his leather trenchcoat Nighthawk simply grabs the microphone out of the hands of the "Golden Eagle".
Nighthawk: "Me. You. Light Heavyweight Title. Point of No Return. See you there."
Walking out of the ring Nighthawk quickly climbs over the guardrail and walks back through the crowd, shaking the hands of random fans as he does so.
Kaito vs. JJ Biggs
Kaito beats JJ Biggs
I want Blood
Credit: Jake and Paul
Jason Sandman sits behind a desk in his office kicked back in a chair with his feet up on the desk flipping through a magazine. The door to the office opens and "The Product of Hate" Josh Cantrell steps in the office. Cantrell hold his right hand by his side trying to keep Sandman from catching a glimpse of the chain wrapped around his fist. Jason just glances over at him and then back at his magazine.
Jason: Don’t worry son. You won’t need the chain. I already know why you are here.
Cantrell hears Sandman call him son and a fire lights in his eyes. He brings up the fist that has the chain on it and goes to take his shot. Only when he steps forward Jason raises the hand that isn’t holding the magazine and reveals he is holding his cane.
Jason: Sit. Let’s have a word about this.
Taking a step back Cantrell sneers at Sandman and pops his neck from side to side.
Josh Cantrell: No thanks, I'll stand I wanna be ready incase you make the mistake of calling me "son" again.
Jason: Suit yourself. Just know little froggy, you hop and I will crush you under my fists. So I am kind of curious, why choose me on your mission of violence.
Cantrell never takes his gaze away from Sandman or the cane while he rubs the chain that covers his fist and smiles...almost.
Josh Cantrell: Ain't nobody else in PWA more known for dishing out violence than you are.
Jason kind of smiles.
Jason: I do have a reputation don’t I. You’re brother know you’re here?
Josh Cantrell: I don't care if he knows or not, he's the reason I'm here. He wants to "protect" me but I don't need him and I never have.
Jason: I only asked because I don’t want to listen to his cum dumpster bitch about how I won’t hurt you. Besides I know exactly how you feel about “protection”. I have had someone or another trying to save me from myself since this fucking place opened.
Josh Cantrell: Then you won't have any problem if we beat the piss out of each other in an Extreme Rules Match at Violation 100?
Jason: No Josh I won’t have any problem beating you bloody and breaking you next week. Just hope you realize what you just did.
Josh Cantrell: I realize exactly what I did and I welcome it, but I hope you realize this ain't gonna be a one sided affair either. I may be new to PWA but ask around, I've been in my share of bloody wars too.
Jason: Good because I would hate to break you without even bleeding a little. Now I believe you have a match coming up you may want to concentrate on.
Josh Cantrell: I sure do, but I think I need to let my "protective" older brother know what we just setup, or would you like to do the honors?
Jason: Oh I will take that honor. Can’t wait to see the look on his face.
Josh Cantrell: That'd probably be for the best, he frustrates me. I'll see ya next week.
Jason: Indeed I will see you next week son.
Josh stares at Jason and gives him a look of you will pay for that before exiting the office.
Adrian Carmichael and Archangel are walking down the hallway backstage, heading towards NightTrain’s locker room. They stop in front of the door and look at one another briefly.
Carmichael: You sure you’re cool with this?
Archangel nods silently as Carmichael knocks. The door opens and NightTrain is standing by the doorway.
‘Train: Adrian. Good to see you.
He extends a hand and Carmichael grabs it, shaking it vigorously.
Carmichael: Raye. A pleasure, as always. I’m sure you know of my associate, Archangel.
‘Train smiles as he extends his hand to Archangel.
‘Train: The fabled Archangel, in the flesh.
‘Train leaves his hand extended for a moment before withdrawing it after Archangel leaves it hanging in mid-air, settling for slapping the masked man on the arm.
‘Train: Fair enough. So, A, to what do I owe this pleasure?
Carmichael: I just wanted to get you familiar with one another. No sense in you two being strangers, now that we’re all under one roof.
‘Train smiles briefly and then motions to Carmichael.
‘Train: Can I speak to you? In private?
Carmichael: Certainly. Archangel…Wait outside, if you will.
Archangel leaves the room, closing the door behind him.
Carmichael: What’s up?
‘Train: Look, man. I’m not one to question your tactics…You are, after all, the one who got me my big payday, but is this really wise? I mean, how the hell am I going to communicate with him in the ring?
Carmichael: Trust me. You won’t need to. He’ll have your back.
‘Train: He damn well better.
Carmichael: He’s scouted you well. I’m sure he won’t disappoint you.
‘Train smiles and claps Carmichael on the shoulder.
‘Train: Then let’s do this. I can’t wait to see the big guy up close and personal.
Archangel & NightTrain vs. Tom K. Winnick & Captain Howdy
ArcAngel and NightTrain win when ArcAngel pins Winnick.
There will be Blood
Credit: Jake and Paul
Jason Sandman is again seen sitting in his office. Looking through some paperwork he found in Butcher’s desk, Jason gets a smile on his face. The smile soon fades as his door comes flying open. Looking over Jason sees Jake Keeton standing in the hall staring daggers at Sandman.
Jason: Don’t you know how to knock?
Jason pauses then speaks again.
Jason: What in the hell do you want anyway?
Keeton: You’re not fighting him next week Sandman.
Jason: Damn, someone let the cat out of the bag.
Keeton: I don’t know what you have planned, but it’s not happening. So you can cancel Jason Sandman versus Josh Cantrell.
Jason: Jake come now. You know me far to well to truly believe I will cancel the match because you told me too, hell you know it only interests me more now.
Jason laughs a little.
Jason: Look the bottom line is the kid wants to bleed and I will bust him open. There is nothing you can do. I don’t have a belt you can take or a shot to strip so you lose, fuck off, and don’t let the door hit you on the ass on the way out because I don’t want ass imprints on my door.
The scene fades in with Carmichael walking through the backstage area towards Archangel’s locker room when suddenly, he’s blindsided, his head bouncing off of the concrete wall of the hallway and sending shockwaves through his body. Carmichael tries to fight back, but to no avail as he receives a knee right to the face, sending his head snapping back and again bouncing off of the wall. Duncan Malloy leans down, getting just inches away from his face.
Malloy: This is just the beginning, mate. You send your little monkey to the ring next week and I’ll do what that little prick Bryce hasn’t been able to yet…Save my boss a little money in the process to, eh?
Without giving Carmichael a chance to respond, Malloy sends another well-placed kick to his head, causing Carmichael to black out as Malloy slowly stalks away.
[align=center] Pleasure Doing Business With You
Credit: Andrew and Paul[/center]
~ Jason Sandman is shown seated behind his desk in his office, when Evan Andrews opens the door and enters the office. The Judicial Review member stands in front of the Consultant's desk, folds his arms across his chest, and stares down at Jason while addressing him in a serious tone of voice. ~
Evan: We need to talk, Jason.
Jason looks up at Evan and then back down.
Jason: Does anyone know how to fucking knock anymore. What you need Term?
Evan: It's not like you ever knocked back when we were running together, Jason. Guess that kind of rubbed off on me. And it's Evan, by the way. Someone else is now Terminus...And that person is the reason why I'm here.
Jason: So it’s time for another edition of respect the new guy. Okay let’s hear it.
Evan: Well, as you probably know by now, your "friend and mine" wren Chesney just granted her boy-toy Tony Field a favor by allowing him to name the match setting for the match that he and Glen will have at PONR 3. Normally, this wouldn't bother me, but it seems a bit..tilted...in Tony's favor. And since you're all about being an equal opportunity asshole, I figure you'd be in agreement with me when I say that Glen should have an equal say in the match that will take place.
Jason: So that cunt found a way back in. Tell you what I will do for you. Next week the two of them will have a match and winner picks the stipulations, and when fakey loses I don’t want any bitching.
Evan, smiling: IF Glen loses, you mean. Still, you read my mind, and in doing so, have made me a very happy man. Now, since I'm certain Tony Field will try to hide behind his competitive control clause, I have one other favor to ask, and that's to add a stipulation that if he hides behind it, it will be removed from his contract, and he'll be forced to compete in any match of our choosing up until PONR.
Jason: Sounding scared there champ. Sounding like Field is the boogyman. Don’t worry little boy, I’ll protect you. Field decides to be a bitch and hide he has to do whatever the hell you just said.
Evan: It's not a matter of being scared...It's just a matter of not letting the bastards grind Glen, or anyone else down, is all. Be a shame if Terminus couldn't compete anymore because of something that Field was able to pull backstage, rather than in the ring. Don't you agree?
Jason: Guess it depends on shit. If it’s you, I can see a tragedy. If it’s him…..well shit happens. Good luck next week with your plottings.
Evan: We'll see how it goes, Jason. Anyway, I'm going to tell TERMINUS the good news. Pleasure doing business with you, Jason.
Jason: Funny, never thought you for one to talk to yourself.