THE HAPPY NUTCRACKER
Written by: John
*As Jack Gaither warms up before his match, he sees that his friend, author John Gillmen, is deeply entrenched in his book for Musical Theatre, "BROADWAY: An American Musical." The Morgantown native, after drinking from his bottle of Dasani water, can only chuckle to himself while watching his trainee study for a big final exam.*
JACK GAITHER: J.J., you still studying?
JOHN GILLMEN: Yeah. I've got a big final exam tomorrow at 11:00 AM as well as finals on both Tuesday and Wednesday.
JACK: Oh shit! I forgot you had finals this week!
*An "oh shit" from Jack usually prompts the arrival of wife Hiroko, and lo and behold, she bursts into the locker room wearing a ladies' Western-style business suit.*
HIROKO GAITHER: What happen?
JACK: I completely forgot that J.J. had final exams this week--including one at 11:00 tomorrow morning.
HIROKO: Ohhh...no worry! I make arrangement for me and J.J.-san to take last flight out of Little Rock.
*The author, still firmly focused on reading his book, sighs with a measure of relief that Hiroko's awareness for managing time might have saved his bacon and prevented disaster. Jack, however, wonders if the Chiba City native is planning to fly to Japan with him.*
JACK: Well Hiroko...aren't you flying out to Japan with me tomorrow?
HIROKO: Father say...I cannot go to Japan to visit you until time is right. Beside, father and I will take care of house for summer; you go visit Uematsu-san and take in "spirit walk." You'll learn something, I promise.
JACK: Awwww...man! I'll grab some hot dogs at the concession stand for us then.
JOHN: Hot dogs? That sounds peachy!
*Disappointed that his own wife won't be going to Japan with him, Jack simply shrugs his shoulders and heads to the concession area to grab some grub. Meanwhile, Hiroko becomes rather curious as to what kind of exam John will be facing the next day.*
HIROKO: So...what your exam about?
JOHN: Oh, it's about the history of theatre on Broadway from the 1900s to today.
HIROKO: And...you take exam?
JOHN: Yeah. It's your standard matching, fill-in-the-blank, etc. However, we also are gonna have a "Name That Tune" part that I think will be rather evil.
HIROKO: "Name That Tune?" I do not understand...
JOHN: Oh...Alison's gonna play a clip from a Broadway tune, and we have to name the song or the play it's from.
HIROKO: That look...very hard!
*The locker room's digital clock buzzes, signaling to Jack that it's time to make his entrance, but "The Golden Eagle" happens to be out at the hot dog stand. Hiroko develops an "I'm gonna lecture my hubby about time management" expression on her face as the Morgantown native finally makes it back to the locker room with several covered "to-go" boxes filled with hot dogs and French fries.*
JACK: Hey, hey! I brought...
*Jack eyes Hiroko's expression for whenever she wants to lecture somebody and sheepishly finishes his sentence.*
JACK (sheepishly): ...the stuff.
*Hiroko slowly gets up, grabs the "to-go" boxes from her husband, and places them in a large, empty, green ice chest. She then whispers something into John Gillmen's hear, much to Jack's annoyance.*
HIROKO (whispering): Jakku...always late for everything! Maybe "spirit walk" will make him understand time management.
JOHN (whispering back to Hiroko): I know it will.
*Jack doesn't pay attention to the silent conversation between Hiroko and John, but the Chiba City native slowly sneaks up from behind "The Golden Eagle" and places her right hand directly on his hair!*
HIROKO: Jakku...you late for entrance again. Now...I must teach you lesson.
JACK: Oh no! No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-noooooo...not the hair! Dear God...NOT THE HAIRRRRR...
*Unfortunately for Jack, Hiroko YANKS on his hair with all of her might!*
JACK: YEEEEEE-OYYYYYY-OWWWWWW!!!!!!! MY HAIRRRRRR!!!
HIROKO: Jakku...if you no learn time management during spirit walk, I will put you in Happy Happy Nut Cracker...FOREVER!
*Hiroko lets go of Jack's hair, and John simply chuckles with amusement as he watches the Morgantown native try to straighten his hair. Jack and company exit the locker room and head to the staging area in order to make their entrance.*
JACK: I don't wanna experience the Happy Happy Nut Cracker again...
JOHN: What's the "Happy Happy Nut Cracker?"
JACK: It's a torture device that Hiroko invented! She uses it whenever wants to...gain a sense of arousal. Trust me J.J., you DON'T wanna experience it like I have--twice.
JOHN: Owww...all I have to say is...EFF!
Jack Gaither vs. Nighthawk ©
Written by: Okori
An expectant hush falls over the crowd as the lights dim, and Freddy Ferdinand steps to the center of the ring as the classic microphone descends from the rafters. Grabbing it with a flourish as the sold-out crowd buzzes in anticipation he steps forward and intones in a deep baritone voice, “This next contest is a special attraction match and is scheduled for 1 fall with a 1-hour time limit. The referee assigned is Mickey Vann.”
(The opening phrase "God works in mysterious ways..." from Queen's "One Vision" is played along with the extended intro as various images of Jack Gaither's matches flash by on the big screen. The words "GOLDEN EAGLE" appear on screen at the height of the intro--which is punctuated by a crash of thunder and Jack's voice shouting "LIGHTS OUT!" As if on cue, the lights go out in an instant. The fans are abuzz with anticipation when suddenly, pyro goes off as TobyMac's "ShowStopper" plays, and "The Golden Eagle"--wearing his signature green-and-gold robe with warrior's mask--makes his way to the stage waving a black flag with a golden eagle proudly shown on both sides. Gold-colored pyro and green confetti go off as Jack makes his way to the ring, giving every fan sitting near the ramp a high-five along the way while waving his flag. Once in the ring, Jack sticks his flag in a corner and poses to the cheering crowd as more green-and-gold confetti falls from the ceiling. As a token for his fans, Jack takes off his mask and gives it to a lucky fan sitting ringside.)
Franks: Tonight, Nighthawk and Jack Gaither re-new their rivalry that took place over late 2011! We had some really good matches between them last year and I expect the same here tonight.
Quadros: Jack Gaither hasn't been too hot lately, Carl, but Nighthawk has been on a good streak. In fact, the only thing that's gone right for Gaither lately is his training with John Gillmen.
Franks: Yeah and after Gillmen defeated Wren Chesney, she hasn't been the same since.
Quadros: Lies, Carl. Lies. I hope Gillmen fails his finals and ends up in a repetitive college cycle after that!
(As his opponent stands in a neutral corner the lights in the arena slowly click off, one by one, as the sold-out crowd rises to its feet in anticipation of what is to come. And as the opening strains of "Holding Out For A Hero (The Autumn Wind Intro)" by Emery boom out over the sound system Nighthawk walks out through the curtain and stands at the top of the ramp, hands on his hips as he looks all around at the sold-out crowd while hoisting the PWA World Light Heavyweight Title over his head. Walking down the ring, shaking hands with the fans in the first 2 rows of the building and making a special effort to shake the hands and give out hugs to the kids in the front row as behind him blue-and-white Roman columns of fireworks go off, the "Wrestling Machine" finally gets to the ring and stands on the top turnbuckle as the crowd chants "Best in the World.")
Franks: Nighthawk has been hot lately including being victorious in a Light Heavyweight Title defense last week against...bah I forget who it was, doesn't matter.
Quadros: No it doesn't. Though I did like her style.
Franks: Whatever tonight's outcome may be, Nighthawk will still have the LH Title belt in his possession and will be involved with a World Title match next week!
Quadros: I'm not sure how that works, Carl, but okay.
Freddy Ferdinand: “Introducing first, in the corner to my left and accompanied by Hiroko Sawada and John J. Gillmen, he comes to us tonight from Corpus Christi, Texas. A former PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion he weighed at 181 pounds and is wearing the emerald-green trimmed with white and gold. Ladies and gentlemen… ‘The Golden Eagle’ Jack Gaither!”
(As Jack Gaither removes his robe and hands it over to Hiroko and John the crowd bombs the ring with green, yellow, white, and gold streamers and chants “Let’s Go Jack” to which the “Golden Eagle” responds by climbing first to the top turnbuckle and then all the way to the ringpost stanchion, exhorting the crowd to make more noise which they do until the arena literally begins to start shaking. Backflipping backwards into his own corner the Texan bounces back and forth on the balls of his feet, eagerly anticipating the start of the match.)
Franks: This crowd is loud here tonight for Jack Gaither!
Freddy Ferdinand: “And now, in the corner to my right, I introduce the reigning & defending PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion who comes to us tonight from the fighting city of Chicago, Illinois. He is a former multi-time PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion and a PWA World Heavyweight Champion. Ladies and gentlemen, weighing in tonight at 185 pounds, ‘The Master of 1000 Holds’…. ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk!”
(As Nighthawk steps out of his corner, removing his ring robe and handing it to a member of the staff, the crowd shows the World Light Heavyweight Champion some tremendous respect by bombing the ring with blue, white, and red streamers while chanting “Best in the World” to which the legendarily stoic “Wrestling Machine” shows no outward reaction as he continues to stare a hole through Jack Gaither on the other side of the ring.)
Franks: Nighthawk has plenty of fans in the building as well. This should be entertaining.
Quadros: The only thing that will make this entertaining is both Nighthawk and Gaither beating the piss out of each other.
(As Nighthawk and Jack Gaither step into the middle of the ring, listening to the final instructions of referee Mickey Vann, the crowd slowly begins to quiet down out of respect for the 2 men as they shake hands with each other before returning to their respective corners to go through their final preparations and to refine their strategies one last time. Finally pulling themselves up to their feet in perfect sync with the sound of the bell ringing they both circle around the perimeter of the ring until they find themselves in the center, shaking hands one more time as both of them appear to be having the same idea more or less. Circling back around the ring against each other, neither man showing too much of an interest in working too fast here, Jack Gaither finally shows the first hint of aggressiveness by raising his left hand above his head in a knucklelock challenge. Taking that challenge almost immediately Nighthawk looks to power his opponent to the mat, only to be countered with a Mexican catapult right through into an attempt at a wraparound armdrag which the “Wrestling Machine” is able to block, and tries to reverse backwards into a backslide which the “Golden Eagle” is able to counter into an absolute stalemate as both men stare at each other as the crowd buzzes in awe over what they have just seen. Circling around the ring again, both men now more convinced than they were before of the others skill level and determination, Nighthawk now begins to try to drive the match to the mat with whatever he can think of. Raising his own hand above his head, a knucklelock challenge quite clearly something that he himself has a desire to try, the World Light Heavyweight Champion is again locked what is commonly referred to as a test of strength. Continuing to bull against each other, neither man showing all that much interest in ceding this early battleground to the other, Nighthawk and Jack Gaither continue to jockey for position against the other until they finally push themselves against the ropes and the referee steps in between the both of them to break this up, which happens rather quickly.)
Franks: Same as we've seen over the past couple years, Ray. Jack Gaither and Nighthawk seem to be evenly matched.
Quadros: Except for the fact Gaither has yet to be a PWA World Heavyweight Champion though I'm not sure we should count Nighthawk's since it was so short.
Franks: Behave, Ray.
(stepping back into the center of the ring again, both men now having dispensed with their desire to try and bait each other into making a mistake, Nighthawk now goes to the collar-and-elbow tie-up and attempts to get a standing half-nelson, only for Jack Gaither to counter out into a side headlock which he puts extra torque on by dragging the bone of his forearm repeatedly against the side of the face of the World Light Heavyweight Champion. shaking his fingers out to try and gauge just how far he is from the nearest ropes the Chicago native stays in the headlock for a split second, carefully going through his catalog of counters until he can find the best one for the current situation that he finds himself in. shaking his fingers again, this time to inform the referee that he is in no way ready to give up, the “Wrestling Machine” now slowly uses his left hand as a pry bar to slowly separate the grip of the “Golden Eagle” so that he can sneak out of the back door with a finger lock which he quickly transitions into a beautifully applied wristlock. trying to escape this hold Jack tries to grab the ropes to get out but can’t find them, choosing instead to utilize referee Mickey Vann as a base upon which to flip himself into another armdrag which this time he hits and manages to send the World Light Heavyweight Champion to the apron, almost sending him to the floor save for the fact that the Chicago native was able to grab the top rope and save himself.)
Quadros: Ha! Gaither cheated by using the referee for an advantage!
(But as Nighthawk tries to climb back in the ring Jack surprises him with a textbook high kick to the head followed by the Big Goodbye for the three-count.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “The winner of the match… ‘The Golden Eagle’ Jack Gaither.”
Franks: Oh my goodness! Nighthawk took his eye off of Jack Gaither for a moment and the 'Golden Eagle' pounced with authority, picking up a quick victory!
Quadros: Celebrate all you want, Jack. You didn't win the LH Title in this non-title match-up. Ha! What a waste of time!
Franks: I'm sure Wren Chesney and Donail Swiggette had something to do with this. Gaither deserves a shot at the Light Heavyweight Title after defeating Nighthawk!
Quadros: No he doesn't! He sucks and always will suck!
PASSING OF THE SHOW...AGAIN
Written by: Neil
Co-CEO Donail Swiggette exits the Commissioner's office where The Butcher is standing by with an impatient look upon his face. The two share glances but share no words for the moment as Swiggette just blows past the Commissioner to leave him the room and control for the next hour and a half of the program.
The Butcher: Stick around, Donail. You wouldn't want to miss your brother's punishment.
Donail: I know you are trying to get at me through him, Butcher, but it isn't going to happen! I'm not backing down!
The Butcher: You better back down, Donail, or something worse could happen. Now give me the rest of my show damn it!
Donail: The Hell with you, Butcher. Maybe I'll book one of your family members in a match with Jason Sandman or something. Allow Sandman to use weapons and everything!
The Butcher: You wouldn't dare--
Donail: No I wouldn't because I'm a business man, Butcher. You are not. I know how to make money and watching one of your family members get ripped up in the ring, as good as that would be for me to see, it is not good business.
The Butcher: We'll see how your brother does against Terminus then, won't we? I know I plan on watching up close and personal just to entertain my needs. And all you have to do to make me call off the match is give me the rest of Violation back. That's all I ask.
Donail: Donnie's got this, Butcher. Expect to be surprised. Terminus ain't that tough anyway. Not where we Swiggette's come from. Enjoy your half of the show, Butcher. It may be your last if you keep this up!
With a huff of anger, Mr. Swiggette continues on his way while the Commissioner sneers into the back of his head. Still not getting what he wanted, the Commissioner disappears into his office with anticipation of Donnie Swiggette vs. Terminus on his mind.
I HOPE WE WIN
Written by: Justin
The scene switches to the back, where we find Omar Owens preparing for his upcoming tag team match with Zex. He is joined by his ever-present manager and agent, Freak Nasty 1. Freak looks a little perturbed, but it doesn't appear Omar is the least bit worried about it.
FN1: You're really going to go through with this?
O2: I'm scheduled for a match. Of course I'm going to fight.
FN1: You're going to team with the same guy who's been tormenting you for two months? The guy who kidnapped me?
O2: There's nothing I can do.
FN1: Of course there is. You can refuse to reach out your hand when Zex is in trouble in the ring and looking to tag you in.
O2: How long have you known me? You know that's something I just can't do.
FN1: Then learn! What if you win? That means you'll have more matches with him!
O2: I hope we do win.
O2: Look at it this way: Zex's goal was to win every single title in PWA. Not only did I stop that from happening on the very first step of his little journey, I'll be on my way to accomplishing that goal myself. How's that going to make him feel?
FN1: You know, I didn't think of it like that. He'll crap bricks. Of course, he'll over react and do something that only a psychopath like he would do, but it'll still be funny to know how frustrated he'll be to see you with two titles. And to know that he helped you get one of them.
O2: Now you can see why I'm actually looking forward to tagging with him.
FN1: The biggest obstacle between you and winning every title in PWA isn't Zex. It's that spare tire you've got right above your waist.
O2: Okay, maybe I'll win all but one of the titles. Or maybe I'll go on a crash diet.
FN1: Let's just concentrate on winning the tag titles before we start thinking about all that.
Omar seems pleased to have Freak back on his side in this and goes back to taping up his wrists for his match.
Donnie Swiggette vs. Terminus ©
Written by: Andrew
~ Cut to a shot of Commissioner Butcher making his way down the ramp as "King of Pain" plays in the back-ground. Butcher wears a wide grin on his face as he situates himself at ring-side in order to have a better view of the next contest...
But that grin disappears when "The Things I Hate" kicks in over the loud-speaker, heralding the appearance of Nightmare, who strolls down to the ringside area and grabs a chair, before seating himself near the Commissioner. The Butcher glares at Nightmare and advises him that his services aren't needed, but the suit-clad former TNW champion simply chuckles in response and responds by saying "Oh...We'll see", as he remains seated at ring side and awaits the announcement of the next match ~
Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a non-title special featured attraction and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first....Weighing in tonight at 247lbs....PWA's Head of Security.....DONNIE SWIGGETTE!!!
~ "You Don't Know Me" by T.I. hit the speakers and Donnie comes right to the stage, clad n his signature basketball shorts with his tattooed torso shining in the arena lights. The Head of Security, of course, is flanked by two hulking members of the Swiggette Security team; the trio wait by the ramp for a moment, until the equally imposing figure of Brutus Pryde steps through the curtain and nods toward Swiggette. Donnie then begins to walks to to the ring, followed by his entourage, after smirking toward the Commissioner, rolls in and bounces on the ropes to warm up as he awaits the arrival of his opponent. ~
Ferdinand: And his opponent, hailing from Calgary, AB, and weighing in at an even 200lbs....This is the current PWA World Heavyweight Champion....This is Glen Watts....This is TERMINUS!
~ 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. The Butcher nods toward Terminus, who doesn't bother to return the gesture as he slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, and then takes a moment to drink in the crowd's cheers. The masked man then 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: Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed that Board member Ryu Sawada has decided to name SIMON RETTER as the special guest referee in this contest!
~ At that point, Slipknot's "Psychosocial" begins to play over the loud-speaker, and Simon Retter emerges from the back, flanked by the two members of his task force, Clyde Dixon and Kanjou Kobayashi. The three men then stroll down to the ring, completely ignoring the withering stares leveled at them by Swiggette and company, Butcher, AND Terminus. While Kanjou and Clyde place themselves between Butcher and the members of the SST, Simon glances from one competitor to the other and advises them that his word is LAW, before he turns to the time keeper and signals for the opening bell! ~
~ Donnie and Glen step out of their corners and circle the ring for a moment before Swiggete initiates the action by launching a series of jabs that Terminus manages to slip without two much difficulty. However, these blows allow Donnie to close the range on his opponent, and the Head of Security tries to capitalize by launching an uppercut toward his rival's chin. Nope! The masked man beats him with a counter left hook to the jaw that causes Donnie's head to swivel to the side and knocks him back a couple of steps. The World Champion follows up by launching a quick one two to the head, followed by a stiff shoot kick to the leg. However, Swiggette manages to parry each of these strikes and responds with a right hook that glances off his foe's jaw and convinces him to back off for a moment. ~
Franks: Good exchange to begin the match.
Quadros: Yeah, both of these guys are extremely proficient in terms of striking, and both are capable of taking the other out with a single shot. Let's see if they decide to keep it standing, or whether one of them will decide to take it to the ground!
~ After another moment spent circling the ring, Swiggete once again fires a series of jabs, but this time attempts to follow up with double leg takedown. Terminus performs a nice sprawl to stuff this attempt and then cinches in a front chancery and starts to bury knee after knee into the top of his opponent's head! Donnie tries to roll free, but Glen simply rolls with him while keeping the chancery applied, and then starts to bury more knees into his opponent. The Head of Security realizes that he's in a bad position, and tries to squirm free of his opponent and pull himself toward the ropes, but Terminus thwarts this attempt by floating over into the rear mount and applying a Stretch Plum! Now Glen begins to drive elbow after elbow into Swiggette's head, opening a cut along the bridge of his nose. The crowd rises to its feet and cheers as they watch Glen pound away, and the Butcher nods his head in satisfaction because it appears as though the Head of Security will have no other choice but to tap out or be pounded into a state of unconsciousness by Term's onslaught...!!! ~
Franks: This could be it...!!!!
~ ...But then Donnie somehow finds the energy needed to power his way back to his feet, and then reach back to wrap his head around the back of his foe's neck and drop down into a modified Stunner! A stunned Terminus stumbles back into the nearest neutral corner, and Donnie jumps to his feet and follows up with a stiff forearm to the jaw, followed by knife edged chop to the chest! WHOO! The Head of Security throws another forearm, followed by chop to the chest! WHOO! Swiggette then goes downstairs with a two fisted volley of hooks to the body, and then follows up with an Uppercut throat thrust that leaves Glen slumped against the turnbuckles! Swiggette then backs up and breaks out into a nasty grin as he charges forward and leaps forward into a Flying Corner Clothesline that connects FLUSH, causing the masked man to stumble forward and fall face first to the canvas! ~
Quadros: Nasty, nasty striking combination in the corner by Swiggette, and he's got the champion in a lot of trouble at the moment!
~ Donnie lingers in the corner for a moment, with that grin still on his face as he exchanges nods with the members of his security team, before he turns his attention back to his stricken opponent. Swiggette strolls over to where he lies and applies the cover by placing his knee across the chest of his rival, all the while leveling a nasty grin at a non-plussed Butcher: 1...2...Kick Out! Not looking terribly surprised, the Head of Security assumes the mount and rains down a series of punches as his opponent desperately tries to cover up. Rising to his feet, Swiggette then stomps down hard into his rival's gut, causing him to curl up into fetal position, and then delivers a series of five consecutive Knee Stomps to Glen's head! Once he's satisfied that he's done enough damage, Donnie applies the lateral press and grinds his forearm across his opponent's face as Retter tolls the count: 1...2...T-Kick Out! ~
Quadros: Gotta hand it to the Head of Security...He's looking really good, and his ground and pound has been really sharp so far!
Franks: True...But while he's had success keeping Glen grounded, he hasn't been able to put him away. He may have to use some more high impact moves if he wishes to pull off the upset!
~ Swiggette's grin freezes, and then dissolves as he glares down at his foe, but he stays cool and simply pulls him up and scoops him across his shoulders before charging forward and driving his opponent into the mat with a thunderous Running Powerslam! Terminus lies on the mat with his back arched in pain, and Donnie's grin returns as he rises and then makes his way to the nearest neutral corner; the Head of Security quickly scales the turnbuckles and then proceeds to leap off the top into a Diving Elbowdrop to the chest of his opponent! THUMP! It connects! Cover! 1....2...THR-NO! Terminus gets his shoulder off the mat! The fans cheer the champ's display of toughness, but these cheers are silenced when Donnie pulls his rival off the mat, boots him hard in the gut, and then hoists him up and sits out into HIS version of the DOWNTOWN DROP Power-bomb that the Commissioner uses to finish his opponents! ~
Quadros: I LOVE IT! SWIGGETTE JUST NAILED BUTCHER'S CHOSEN ASSASSIN WITH HIS VERY OWN MOVE, AND LOOKS JUST ABOUT READY TO FINISH GLEN OFF!
~ Swiggette smirks at Butcher, who grits his teeth, and then nods his posse as he rises off the mat and waits for his opponent to struggle to his feet. As soon as that happens, Donnie races forward with the intent of crushing his opponent with the Power Tackle that he calls RED DOT! WAIT! Incredibly, Terminus is able to time his opponent and counters by dropping down before grabbing his opponent's leg and rolling him into a High Angle Single Leg Crab! Donnie's eyes go wide with shock and pain, but he simply shakes his head when Retter asks him to quit; instead, he works himself into position where he can roll to his back and then uses his free leg to kick his foe down to the mat before too much damage can be done. Looking more angered that hurt, Donnie climbs to his feet and charges at his foe once again....And once again, Terminus counters The Power Tackle by catching him on the way in with a SICK Flying Knee Strike to the face! ~
* HUGE HIGH IMPACT STRIKE POP!*
~ Donnie lies twitching on the mat with blood gushing out of his nostrils, while Glen takes a deep breath to collect himself. The masked man then directs a cold glare at his opponent as the latter starts to struggle off the mat. Stepping forward, the masked man leaps high into the air and nails Donnie with a Jumping Superkick that causes the head of PWA Security to rocket back on his shoulders before he flops onto his back near the corner! Glen jumps to his feet and then vaults to the top rope, before dropping down into his patented ARABIAN DOUBLE FOOT STOMP that connects flush across foe's torso! Terminus quickly drops down into the mount and returns the favor from earlier by driving a series of punches into his rival's face before he finally applies the cover: 1...2...TH-Kick Out! ~
Franks: Glen's starting to roll, and has connected with some sick striking techniques over the course of the last minute or so! Donnie's a tough, tough guy, but one has to wonder how much more punishment he can absorb!
~ Undaunted, Glen pulls his foe off the canvas into a tight muay thai clinch and then buries knee after knee into his foe's gut; he then cinches in a front facelock and lifts his foe up into Vertical Suplex position before dropping him forward....Directly into the path of another Superkick that sends Donnie crashing to the mat again! Once again, the masked man applies the cover: 1...2...THR-Once again, Donnie Swiggette kicks out! Glen continues to keep the pressure on and quickly pulls his rival up by the arm before pulling him into his grasp and snapping him across the knee with an STO Backbreaker! In one smooth motion, Watts then chains into a Neckbreaker that bounces the back of Donnie's head off the mat! Another cover by Glen, this time with the hook of the leg: 1...2...THREE-NO! NOT QUITE! Swiggette just will not stay down! ~
*CROWN GROANS IN DISBELIEF!*
~ Glen shakes his head in disbelief, and casts a dubious glance toward Simon, who simply holds up two fingers in response. Butcher implores Terminus to stop screwing around and finish his foe; Dixon smirks and calls out to the Commissioner that maybe Glen just isn't capable of completing the task that's been assigned to him. The masked man shoots nasty glares toward both of them, and then turns his attention back to Swiggette in order to silence them. As Donnie drags himself back up to his knees, the champion steps forward and proceeds to SMOKE him with a Spinning Enzuigiri that lands flush to the back of the head, causing him to pitch forward and flop face first to the mat! As the crowd cheers, Terminus then glances toward Butcher and then toward Dixon and slowly draws his index finger across his throat; he then pulls Donnie up into a head lock, and hooks the leg with the obvious intention of executing the Small Package Driver that he calls REQUIEM FOR A DREAM! ~
~ ...But before he can execute his finisher, Brutus Pryde climbs onto the ring apron and glowers at Terminus in threatening fashion. Retter steps forward and requests that Pryde step down and allow the match to reach its logical conclusion, but Zex's bodyguard remains unmoved and simply stays where he is. Retter then nods in the direction of his task force; Clyde remains standing in his position at ring side, but Kanjou makes his way over with lightning speed and yanks Pryde down off the mat by the legs to the floor! Brutus jumps up and lashes out at Kobayashi with a wicked Running Lariat...Ducked by Kanjou! OH NO! Brutus' momentum carries him into the path of the Butcher and the Commissioner winds up taking the brunt of this attack!~
Franks: OH! Butcher didn't see that coming as was flipped inside out by Pryde!
Quadros: Well, it serves him right for coming down here to watch this instead of..you know...Doing his job!
~ Pryde stands over Butcher, with a shocked and disgusted expression on his face, but that quickly changes to an expression of pain when Nightmare leaps off the chair and blasts him with a SPEAR! Down goes Brutus! Brutus lies curled up in fetal position, and Kanjou quickly steps forward and pins one of his arms behind his back while applying a nerve hold with the other as he pulls Zex's bodyguard up and frog marches him up the ramp. Meanwhile, Nightmare looks down at the virtually unconscious Butcher with an expression of pity on his face, and then murmurs "C'mon, Butch...Let's get you outta here before you get hurt any more." With that said, he effortlessly hoists Butch up into a Fireman's Carry, and then carts him out of the arena as everyone else inside the ring and at ring side shake their heads in bemusement. ~
Franks: The ringside area has certainly cleared off in a hurry. I can actually hear myself speak....
Quadros: Yeah...I can hear you speak, too...Not that this is a good thing....
~ Glen then turns his attention back to Donnie, who is in the process of rising to his feet, and then boots him hard in the gut to double him over before he sinks in a head-lock and prepares to execute the Requiem. WAIT! Donnie counters by lifting his foe up and dropping him down into an Inverted Atomic Drop! The masked man staggers backward into the strands, and Donnie immediately follows up by racing off the other set of ropes and charging forward into a RED DOT that sends both men hurtling to the arena floor! OH! As Swiggette dusts himself off the two security members make their way over to where Terminus lies and look about ready to put the boots to him. WAIT Donnie calls out and tells them to back the fuck off, because he wants to beat Glen straight up! The SST members stare at Swiggette in shock, but before they can register any objections The Head of Security orders them to leave the arena! ~
Donnie: I got this! Y'all understand!? I...GOT...THIS!
~ As the SST members exchange shrugs and comply with this request, Swigette picks up Terminus and rolls him into the ring, before sliding under the bottom rope behind him. Swiggette quickly applies the lateral press and makes certain to hook the leg: 1.....2......THRE-NO! KICK OUT! Glen throws a shoulder off the mat at the very last split second! Donnie's mouth drops open in disbelief, but he quickly regains his cool and drags his foe up by the hair, before maneuvering behind him so that he can lift him up into a Torture Rack...But before he can connect with the finisher that he calls THE JOB, Dixon climbs onto the ring apron and levels a nasty grin toward Swiggette. Donnie motions for Dixon to come in and bring it, and despite Retter's stern admonishment, Clyde seems ready to oblige this request. But at that point, Glen decides to remind everyone that the match is still going on...And accomplishes that task by jumping up into a super-stiff Standing Dropkick to the back of Donnie's head, causing him to hurtle into Clyde, knocking the Task Force member to the floor in the process. ~
Quadros: I don't think Clyde Dixon will at all impressed with Glen about that....
Franks: I somehow don't think Glen is too concerned about that at the moment....
~ As Retter shakes his head and Clyde fumes on the floor, Terminus smirks through his mask as he drags his stunned opponent off the mat and into a knee to the gut that doubles him over. Glen then sets up The Requiem and pauses for a moment to watch Dixon away from ring side and up the ramp before he lifts his foe up and drops down into that vaunted Small Package Driver, spiking his foe head first into the mat! As the crowd cheers, Terminus immediately chains into a pinning combination and holds onto it as a non-plussed Retter tolls the count: 1..................2.....................THREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! ~
*DING! DING! DING!*
Ferdinand: Here is your winner...........TERMINUS!
~ Retter quickly raises Glen's hand in victory as the latter rises, and then shrugs his shoulders and exits the ring, leaving Terminus alone with Swiggette. The masked man watches Donnie begin to pull himself up to his knees, and appears to contemplate the idea of inflicting further damage. But after a moment, Glen staps back and simply addresses him in a cold voice.~
Terminus: I hope you and your brother got the message, Donnie. 'Cause if you didn't, then the next one that gets sent will be a hell of a lot more painful than this one was.
~ Donnie glares at Terminus as he wipes some blood away from his nose, and mutters something under his breath, leaving Glen alone in the ring to celebrate his win and to bask in the cheers of the crowd. ~