Sunday, September 4th, 2011
TD Garden in Boston, Massachusetts
WE ARE EXILE!
Written by: Sam, John, Dan, & Moo
Quadros: Welcome to Violation 134; The Fallout from Point of No Return!
Franks: Were coming LIVE from the TD Garden here in Boston, Massachusetts.
Quadros: That we are! And as I suspect we have one of THE biggest Violations of all time!
Franks: Every Violation is a big deal Ray!
BOOM! Fireworks explode around the stage area with a massive explosion as "Bulletproof" by 12 Stones plays loud throughout the speakers and the arena, the fans pop loudly with a mix of confusion and anticipation as more fireworks explode around the JumboTron as four men step out onto the stage in unison.
Quadros: Speaking of big deals! EXILE IS IN THE BUILDING!
The four men who formed “Exile” at the conclusion of Point of No Return stand side by side on entrance ramp with huge smug smiles etched into their faces, Ryan Shane, Zex and Dade Davis all hold their titles in the air at the same time as Jack Gaither makes a motion around his waist signalling “This is where the world title should be.”
Quadros: That is ONE powerful stable right there, possibly THE most powerful stable ever assembled here in PWA!
Franks: Seems like you have been drinking the Exile-Kool-Aid!
Quadros: And I’m not the only one, listen to these fans.
“Dade Davis” Chants fill the arena as his hometown fans cheer his name; which causes an arrogant smile to befall the face of the Boston Native, who looks to his Exile cohorts and nods at them, here Zex opens his black leather jacket to reveal a Boston Celtics home shirt to which the fans explode with a huge pop.
Franks: Zex is such a suck up! The Guys Canadian but yet her wears Boston colours!
Quadros: It’s a known FACT that Zex’s deceased mother was Irish and was born in Boston, it’s also a known FACT that Zex is a HUGE Celtics fan.
The four members of Exile bask in the cheers before they slowly walk down the entrance ramp, the fans cheer louder as they reach ringside; Here Gaither points at Freddy Ferdinand and then to the ropes; ushering the rotund ring announcer to seat on the middle rope to welcome the newly formed stable.
Franks: I still can’t believe Gaither...It...It bothers me to see him like this.
Exile enter the ring and stand side by side allowing photographs to be taken they look to eachother with a smirk as Zex steps forward and takes the microphone from out of Freddy Ferdinand’s hand, he then pushes the big man out of the way and raises the microphone to his lips.
Zex: I gotta say, it feels pretty good to be in my mothers’ home town.
The crowd cheer loudly before quietening down a little allowing Zex to continue.
Zex: But firstly there is something I need to tell the PWA universe; and that’s that In Exile there are no leaders, I don’t tell Dade Davis what to do, He doesn’t bark out orders to Ryan Shane, and Shane doesn’t boss Jack Gaither around, all men are created equal, Blah, Blah, Blah; you get the picture. However...In the PWA locker room, WE ARE LEADERS! There isn’t another group of guys back there who can do what we do, not Salvation and most certainly not The Outfit.
Franks: Typically Zex is taking shots at others.
Quadros: He is just saying it like it is.
Zex: Donail Swiggette can pretend that Captain Howdy and Slade are the front runners to the world title, while the rest of us KNOW that just isn’t the case; didn’t I just beat Slade last week? And apart from some random Hall of Fame acceptance what has Captain Howdy done recently? JACK SHIT! The truth is it is EXILE who should be the front runners, it is Exile that should be facing down from the World Heavyweight championship and TONIGHT! When we DESTROY Salvation we will prove our worth!
At this moment Zex receives a mixed reaction as many of the fans here tonight like Slade and Captain Howdy.
Zex: Although not all is lost backstage; the locker room isn’t full of posers...No, because there is ONE guy backstage who has caught my eye recently, and that is Vendetta! Since our match for the Primetime championship this kid has gone from strength to strength; but yet STILL no one has taken notice! Management seem to just leave him alone when this kid should be pushed to the stars...Which is why I am reaching out to Vendetta, I am asking him to hear what Exile has to offer, I am asking the Primetime champion to remember the mutual respect we shared in or Ladder Match and accept my PERSONAL invitation to JOIN EXILE!
Quadros: It makes sense to me, Vendetta would be a perfect fit and he and Zex DO share that respect.
Zex: Don’t be stupid kid, side with us now while you have the chance; don’t RUIN the mutual respect we share, don’t make me come after you and BEAT YOUR ASS! You got lucky once kid, it won’t happen again mark my words!
Franks: That didn’t take long for Zex to turn did it?
Quadros: What the hell are you taking about?
The Artist lowers his head for a second before turning to his Exile stable-mates.
Zex: The fact is; Exile is only at it’s genesis and over the next month you will see us expand, you will see us TAKE EVERY TITLE here in PWA and leave posers like Evan Andrews in the dust where they belong!
The crowd boo Zex’s remarks about Evan Andrews as he turns to Ryan Shane and hands him the Microphone as the fans boo him from turning his back on Jack Swanson.
Ryan Shane: You can boo all you want because all it does is let me know I've done everything right. A lot of you hate me for what I've done in the past or even what I did last week. Everyone thinks that turning my back on Jack Swanson was wrong but it should have been expected. Up until last week you only wanted to see him brought to a halt because of the monster he had become and myself along side Exile put him out of his misery. I had to kill my creation like many before me have had to do. He had accomplished his part and that's why I am standing in the ring today. As his manager lets just say I used a little bit of trickery to take over his contract and so the PWA is once again stuck with me.
Franks: WHAT!? Nobody in PWA wants to see Ryan Shane!
Quadros: I do!
Ryan Shane: When the idea of Exile came about it was the perfect opportunity to fix everything that's wrong with the PWA. There may be others who have said a change was a coming but they have all failed, wrestlers and owners alike. We are united and have a common goal and we will see that the end game is reached because unlike other so called groups we aren't held back by little things like respect and morality. We will do whatever it takes to make sure we have the power and the control. The belts around our waists are a good start but we want more. Hungry Jack let us down but Gaither if he is given the rematch he deserves is going to bring the gold where it belongs.
Gaither raises his arms in the air while sporting the very same sinister smile he has been for the past week.
Ryan Shane: Speaking of gold my old mentor and partner is the Lightheavyweight champion! A belt for small guys who usually think small. This is your chance to think big Jake, to be part of a bigger picture. I know you are less than perfect Jake and you've been trying to turn over a new leaf so I don't expect you to take us up on the offer. I just want you to know that if you don't we can't be held responsible for your well being. So what's it going to be Jake Keeton? Join Exile or try to survive with a target on your back? Take some time and think it over.
Franks: I don’t like where this is going; First Zex reaches out to Vendetta and now Ryan Shane is reaching out to Jake Keeton?
Quadros: Just say it with me; Vendetta and Jake Keeton...EXILE MEMBERS! It’s got a ring to it.
Shane looks to his premier title and then to Dade Davis who grins widely and takes the microphone thus stepping forward while the other members take a step back; once again pro Exile and Davis chants fill the arena as The Franchise begins to talk.
Dade Davis: The question in the air, if I am correct, is why? Isn't that always the question when any sort of coup is formed?
Dade looks over at his tag-team partner Zex, who grins and nods.
Dade: The reality is, no matter how much I explain it, nobody except the four of us will ever truly understand it. But what I do know is that we all four had to make our own decisions for ourselves. And that decision brings us here where we can now make decisions as a unit to better ourselves and our stake as a unit. See, Ryan Shane is one of the few people that I can say I know has always had my back in PWA. From the day I stepped foot here, whether we've battled or teased of siding with each other, I know that Ryan Shane would always have my back in a pinch. And here we are, in a pinch, on the verge of eradication by the people who only want to elevate themselves and where is Ryan Shane?
Dade stops and points over at the Premiere Champion.
Dade: He is right there, having my back as I have his. Anyone who ever wanted to hate Ryan Shane as an individual or Dade Davis as an individual always took the cheap back road and lumped us together because of independent decisions that we happened to make together three damn years ago. Well now here you go boys. Evan, Jason, Jake....all of you bitches want your stab at us together, here we are. We aren't going anywhere. And we aren't going anywhere in part because of these other two men, two men who share the same vision. Now I have known in my heart for a while that Zex was not a man to go with the majority, to kiss ass to stay ahead. Mr. Xavier does things his own way, marches to the beat of his own drum. Like minded individuals can do scary things when they converge for a common goal. If what Dade Davis and Ryan Shane could do together is scary, then throw in my new tag-team championship partner Zex and it should blow your minds.
Quadros: Zex and Davis = Best PWA tag team EVER!
Franks: Grow up!
[Dade stops and bites his bottom lip in typical fashion. He shifts the tag-team belt over to the opposite corner and looks over towards Jack Gaither. Dade takes a deep breath and continues....]
Dade: So then there is this other big question. Wasn't I, Dade Davis, just a few weeks ago, tearing down Jack Gaither as one of the biggest parts of PWA's problem? Yes I sure was. But something has happened that you out here in the arena, at home, in the back....you have only started to see a fraction of. Jack Gaither changed. Whether it was because of me and what I said, in spite of me and what I said, or for a reason independent of Dade Davis...that's irrelevant. The reality is that Jack Gaither saw the writing on the wall and has chosen to no longer be a pawn in the plans of other men. That was The Golden Eagle's job. But when a man is pushed, he either crumbles or fights back. One Jack Gaither would have crumbled. But this Jack Gaither....the Fallen Eagle, his is forging his own path. And together, sharing the spotlight equally....
[The three other men in the ring laugh briefly.]
Dade: I know right? Surprising thing to happen in PWA....but we aren't these other guys. We aren't Nighthawk, Kaito and Michael O'Neil....we aren't The Outfit, MAD or Wing Zero....we aren't The Era, Dysfunction or Gundan RTO. Everything you think you know about how it's done....it changes now. The four of us, together as one entity....we change that now.
Franks: I just can’t stand this guy!
Dade hands the stick over to Jack Gaither, and almost immediately, the fans begin to boo the man rather lustily.
JACK GAITHER: You guys in Beanville have nothin' better to do than boo or hiss at me, right!? Well, you "fans" never realized that I would go as low as I did a few days ago. "Point of No Return" was a GLORIOUS chapter in our history, where we finally decided that we were sick and tired of getting shafted and disrespected by those people who "THINK" who care about us. Donial Swiggette? He's just a black bean counter with nothin' to do but stick his money up people's asses. Wren Chesney? She's probably experiencing the pleasures of Donail Swiggette's fat and hairy dick. John Gillmen?!
The crowd instantly turns to cheers at John Gillmen's mention.
JACK: What is he doing these days anyway? Probably studying for the next test and recovering from the beatdown that Ryan and I gave him nearly a month ago.
JACK: Oh yeah...the two men who beat that guy down within an inch of his life were none other than Ryan Shane and myself, and this is my reason why: because I wanted to TEACH John a lesson in survival, and obviously--judging from his long coma--he was probably too doped up in the brain to understand what happened to him. John Gillmen wasn't there that night in St. Louis when I beat Nighthawk for the big Kahuna, but more on him later because...right now...I ought to be feeling rather peachy at the moment because of my recent destruction of Brad Kane.
Franks: Now we get answers! So Zex attacked Donail Swiggette; Gaither and Shane attacked Gillmen, but WHO attacked Kaito and O’Neil last week?
Quadros: Easy Columbo calm down!
FANS: ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE!
JACK: Call me an asshole all you want to, but the fact of the matter is Brad Kane will probably never be able to FUCK his wife again when I'm through with him. He'll never be able to have kids that will want to be like him and DARE TRY to shut me up in the future; otherwise...they might as well commit suicide anyway in order to avoid any potential embarrassment on their part after I punish the father again for the crimes of his sons.
The fans start littering the ring with trash. Jack doesn't care at the moment as he finishes his Pepsi can before checking it into the stands with authority.
Franks: That is just plain sick! Fans...we apologize for that one.
JACK: And speaking of "sons," we have a "son of a bitch" by the name of Nighthawk.
The Boston fans leap to their feet at Nighthawk's mention.
JACK: First off though...before I get onto the subject of Nighthawk...the only reasons why Slade and Captain Howdy are one and two on the rankings list are simple: they took a lot of imaginary 'roids and kissed a lot of ass. Captain Howdy might have been the "World's Most Dangerous Man" at some point in time, but right now...he's just a pussified version of Freddy Kreuger and Jason what's-his-face rolled into one, and as for Slade, he gets a title opportunity just for running his mouth? Please! I can run my mouth with the best of them, but unlike Slade, I know how to use my voice effectively. He might have a strong frame, but he doesn't have the brain power like me. Now...back to Nighthawk we go.
Quadros: This should be fun.
Franks: You would say that.
JACK: Tristan, do you remember the last time I beat you? That's right, I beat you in St. Louis for the big Kahuna, and what happened after that match. When the refs raised my hand in victory that night at "Vow IV," I remember asking the pyrotechnic guys in the truck to NOT do the usual celebration of fireworks and confetti. Yet four weeks later...as I watched you walk out of Detroit with the World Championship to a sea of confetti, I started to realize that EVERYTHING I had ever worked for all these years was nothing but a total waste. Look at yourself in the mirror Tristan, and you'll see just how HYPOCRITICAL you are of your own "righteous" beliefs and values. You stand for fairness and stoicism, yet you have the boys in the truck shower you with confetti. Oh...HOW FUCKIN' ROMANTIC must it have been for your lovely bride to see you whooping and hollering at my own expense as I lay there defeated. YOU NEVER BOTHERED TO SHAKE MY HAND AFTER THE MATCH, FUCKWAD, AND YET YOU CALL YOURSELF A CHAMPION!?! FUCKING...PATHETIC!!
JACK: So...if you really want to call yourself a true champion, then PROVE IT...NEXT WEEK!! That's right: Jack Gaither versus Nighthawk...in a steel cage for the big Kahuna--the World's title. That's right, I'm calling YOUR ass out because, thanks to a certain woman who is this company's co-CEO, I'm gonna be able to cash in on my rematch clause from a month ago. So what's it gonna be, huh?! What's the matter, Tristan? Afraid that I'm gonna beat you down some more with my aluminum baseball bat!? Look at you Night Trash: you call yourself a "fighting champion" yet you don't have the balls to answer my challenge!? You wanna make this real Tristan? Well, I'm gonna make it "VERY" real--you're a pussy! The so-called "Fighting Champion" Nighthawk is a glorified pussy! Well...we've got ways of dealing with pussies here at Exile, and that's all I'm gonna say right now.
Gaither throws the microphone down as you can see he has psychically and emotionally changed over the past week. “Bulletproof" by 12 Stones kicks in as the four members of Exile make their way out of the ring, flagged by a mixed reaction from the Boston fans.
Written by: Andrew
~ PWA referees Steve Upshaw and Andy Sheppard are shown staring at the assignment board that's posted near the entrance of the office that's been designated for use by members of the federation's officiating team, and as the scene begins, appear to be in engaged in conversation about the matches that each of them will over-see.~
Andy: Oh man...I've gotta ref the Gaither vs Kane Extreme Rules Match!? That's gonna be a shit-show and a half!
Steve: Yeah...Well, I'd take that match any day of the week than the match I've gotta officiate tonight...
Andy: Which one is that, Steve...?
Steve: Terminus vs Frankie Bones...
Andy: Really? That doesn't seem all that bad, though...It's just regular rules, isn't it...?
Steve: Andy...I'm not terribly concerned about the type of match that bothers me. I'm concerned about the competitors involved in the match.
Andy: Why would you...?
Sheppard lets his sentence trail off as memories about what happened to Upshaw last year flood back into his consciousness.
Andy: Oh...That's right. Frankie and Tony basically strong-armed you into acting as their personal referee after you counted the pin-fall against Field during the Terminus-Tony match at V100, didn't they...?
Steve: Yeah...And that basically shot my credibility as an official straight to hell for a few months. I had to jump through hoops of freaking FIRE to get myself cleared as an official again after that. That whole episode nearly cost me my career. And now, the same thing could happen again....
Andy: So, you're worried about what Frankie's gonna do if the match goes his way....?
Steve: Yeah...You could say that. I wonder who's brilliant idea into the match.
Andy: I got ten dollars on Wren Chesney as an answer.
"Sorry, Andy...I'm afraid you're out ten bucks..."
The two officials whirl around, and go wide-eyed at the sight of the current incarnation of Terminus standing before them.
Terminus: Hey, Steve. Hey, Andy. Anyway, sorry to interrupt, but I was hoping to talk to Steve for a moment.
Andy: Glen...I don't mean any offense, but that be interpreted as an attempt by you to influence the outcome of the match...
Terminus: I wouldn't dream of doing something like that, Andy. But I just felt Steve should know that in spite of everything that happened last year, I don't bear any ill will toward him. That's why I specifically asked that he be chosen to officiate the Extreme Iron Man match that Field and I had at PONR 4...And why I also asked that he officiate my match this week...
Upshaw blinks and stares at the masked man in shock.
Steve: Wait...This was YOUR decision...!?
Terminus: It was...'Cause, I know that, in spit of your past/ you're still capable of doing this job. I know that you're still capable of calling the match you see.
I mean...You proved yourself capable of doing that last week...And that's why I won't complain at all about the job you did, even though I unfortunately came out on the losing end of that affair. You did it once....No reason why you're not capable of doing it again...Right?
Steve: I...I guess not...
Terminus: Exactly. So yeah...Just call the match you're gonna see, and I can't see any problems resulting from it. "Course, my opponent this week might not see things the same way...But, something tells me his opinion isn't gonna matter that much.
Terminus begins to back away, nodding toward the two officials all the while.
Terminus: Anyway, that was all I wanted to say. See ya in the ring, Steve...
Upshaw remains rooted to the spot, and then closes his eyes shut and squeezes his eye-lids as memories of what happened last year flood into his mind.
Andy: Steve...What was THAT about? What exactly did Glen say to you...!?
Upshaw opens his eyes, and then breaks out into a slight smile as he shrugs his shoulders.
Steve: You heard what the man said, Andy. All he wants me to do is to call the match as I see it...
And y'know what, Andy. That's exactly what I'm gonna do....
Brad Kane vs. Jack Gaither
Written by: Andrew
Franks: Welcome, everyone, to Violation 134. We have an exciting card in store for you this evening, and one of the matches on the card that carries to most intrigue happens to be our very first match!
Just to set the stage...Earlier this week, Brad Kane issued a challenge to Jack Gaither. In response, Gaither stated he would accept, only if the match were held under Extreme Rules. Kane, of course, accepted the challenge...
Quadros: And in doing so, made the worst mistake of his life! Maybe that sex freak might have had a chance of beating The Golden Eagle...But he's got NO shot of beating a much more aggressive, and dangerous FALLEN Eagle!
Franks: We'll see, Ray! We'll see! All right, let's go down to the ring and get this match started!
Ferdinand: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is an Extreme Rules Match...Scheduled for one fall, with no time limit.
Introducing first...Hailing from Corpus Christi, TX...And weighing in at 181lbs....This is the...FALLEN...EAGLE....JACK GAITHER!!!
~ The opening guitar line of Sabbath's "Iron Man" is heard, and almost immediately, the crowd erupts into boos and jeers as they await the arrival of "The Golden Eagle", Jack Gaither. These catcalls become even louder when bursts of pyro go off, and the former World and Light Heavyweight Champion steps through the curtain, with his trusty aluminum baseball bat in hand, and wearing a nasty smirk on his face. As the classic riff churns throughout the arena, Gaither saunters down the entrance ramp, with that cocky grin in place even as the crowd begins to shower him with every bit of debris they can find. Jack slides under the bottom rope into the ring, and takes a moment to bask in the crowd's hatred, and remains in ring center as he awaits the arrival of his opponent.~
Ferdinand: And his opponent...Making his return to PWA...Hailing from Boston, by way of Belfast....This is BRAD KANE!!!!!!
~ The house lights go out in the arena as the opening of "Torcher II (Saw Intro)" by DZK flares up. Strobe lights begin to go insane when the vocals blare out of the sound system as Brad Kane appears in the entry way. The Boston crowd cheers upon seeing him; and Brad inhales before he makes his way down the ring. A few hands get slapped away as once Brad is at ringside, he hops up on the ring apron. The lights are back to normal as he ducks through the ropes, keeping his eyes focused on his opponent all the while as he enters the ring. Noting that Gaither's still brandishing his baseball bat in threatening manner, BK decides to dispense with his usual pre-match ritual of climbing the turnbuckles and playing to the crowd, and instead simply steps back to his corner and waits for the match to begin. The official decides it's best to get things started, and wastes no time in signaling for the opening bell. ~
~ An expectant, uncertain hush descends over the Boston crowd as they watch Gaither advance toward Kane with the bat in his hand, all the while hurling insults and threats in his direction. BK doesn't back down, and instead sneers and motions to come forward and do his worst. The Fallen Eagle seems happy to oblige and brings his bat up as if to strike at his head, only to bring it down with the intent of chopping his foe down at the knees. But Kane anticipates this tactic, and manages to jump over the steel bat, into an Enzuigiri that connects flush against the back of his head! Gaither's bat clatters to the mat as he tumbles to the mat to the canvas, and Kane quickly picks it up and drives the top of the bat into Jack's nose as he starts to rise! Gaither flops onto his back, and BK quickly drops down and applies the cover to his opponent...~
~ Kane simply shrugs and pulls Jack back to his feet by the hair, before delivering a Headbutt to the nose that sends him reeling back into the corner. BK steps forward and follows up a stiff knife-edged chop to the chest! WHOO! Another one follows...WHOO! And then a third...WHOO!...And then a whole bunch more as Kane just BLASTS him with a series of repeated, rapid-fire chops! WHOOO!!! BK then takes his opponent over with a Snapmare and follows up with a stiff shoot kick across the spine that causes his foe to cringe in pain! THWACK! Kane nods in satisfaction and then connects with a second shoot kick to the back, before capping the sequence with a Basement Dropkick to the back of the head, before he once again applies the cover to his downed opponent..
1...2...T-Another Kick Out by Gaither!
Undaunted, Kane simply pulls his opponent back to his feet by the arm, before he twists it into an arm-wringer and pulls him into his grasp, before lifting him into the air and driving him down across his knee with a Uranage Backbreaker. In one smooth motion, BK lifts the smaller man up, and then takes him over into a sick Exploder Suplex that sends Gaither crashing upside down into the turnbuckles of the nearest corner! AMG SPECIAL 3!!! The Fallen Eagle crashes to the mat in a heap, and Kane once again covers him, making certain to hook the leg closest to the ropes...
1...2...THR-NO Gaither gets his shoulder up at the last moment!
Franks: I've gotta say, Kane's looking awfully good at the start of the match, and has dominated using a variety of stiff striking techniques, and high impact moves.
Quadros: Yeah...But none of those maneuvers have come all that close to putting Gaither away, have they, now...
Franks: Well, if he keeps connecting with them, he probably will. Because while I won't deny that Gaither is a tough, tough guy, you have to wonder just how much more punishment this man can take!
The crowd groans in disappointment, but the hometown favorite stays cool and simply pulls his foe up by the hair before blasting him with a European Uppercut that sends Gaither reeling back into the corner. BK follows with an alternating series of forearm shivers to the jaw, and knife edged chops to the chest before he whips Gaither toward the other corner. Wait! Somehow, Gaither still has the energy needed to run up the turnbuckles, and then leap off into a Corkscrew Bodypress that catches Kane by surprise! Kane is knocked to the mat, and Gaither lands on top of him for a pinfall attempt of his own...
~ WAIT! Somehow, Brad's able to use his leg strength to roll over on top of his opponent. But rather than try and hold him down for a count, Kane simply stands up and hoists him across his shoulders, before dropping down into a sick Double Knee Gutbuster! Kane stares down at his foe as the latter lies gasping on the mat, and then stares out into the crowd, and lets out a war cry, signalling that the end is near. As the crowd cheers, BK measures his opponent as the latter rises to his knees, and then lashes out with the Buzzsaw Kick variation that he sometimes uses to finish matches...
Quadros: NO! WHAT A COUNTER!
...Only to have Gaither duck underneath the attack and then counter with a stiff Uppercut to the groin! BOO! Kane doubles over in agony and then collapses to his knees, and Gaither quickly takes advantage by rising to his feet before charging forward into a brutal Enzu Shining Wizard Knee strike that connects flush against the back of Kane's head! CRASH LANDING! Kane collapses to the mat in a heap, but Gaither chooses not to cover and instead sinks in the STF that he refers to as THE DOUBLE WHAMMY! ~
Crowd: Please Don't Tap! Please Don't Tap!
~ Gaither's eyes take on a sadistic gleam as he cranks on the submission for all that he's worth. Meanwhile, Kane's eyes bulge out in pain and agony as he desperately tries to resist the effects of the hold- but that becomes much more difficult when Jack grabs his trusty bat and pulls it into Brad's windpipe in an effort to choke the life out of him. Kane gurgles and wheezes, but manages to shake his head in refusal when Sheppard asks him if he wants to quit! Gaither glares down at him in annoyance, and then wrenches back even more on the choke. "ASK HIM!" "Whaddya say, Brad?" "No!" "FUCKING ASK HIM!" "Brad..?""NO!" Spurred on by the chants of "BK!" BK!", Kane starts to push the bat away from his throat, eliciting a loud cheer from the fans. But these cheers are cut short when Gaither wrenches the bat away from Kane's grasp and then brings the butt end of it down HARD into the spot between Brad's shoulder-blades! ~
Quadros: OH...That's gotta hurt!
~ Gaither stares down at his stricken opponent and then breaks out into a nasty grin as he brings the bat over his head and then drives it down again, directly into the small of his foe's spine! Brad lies on the mat, with his back arched in pain, but Gaither isn't done with him yet and brings the bat down AGAIN, this time into his foe's rib cage! Jack bursts into deranged laughter as he stares down and the stricken, curled up form of his opponent, before he uses the sole of his boot to roll him over and drops a knee across his chest, keeping it there while ordering the official to count...~
1...2...THRE-NO! Kane gets his shoulder off the mat!
~ Jack stares down at Kane with an annoyed look on his face, and then orders the official to count faster while applying a more traditional lateral press, and making a point of grinding his forearm across his rival's face...
1...2...THRE-NO! Kane manages to get his shoulder up AGAIN!
~ Gaither pounds the mat in frustration, and then vents it by assuming the mount and delivering a series of right hands, all the while calling Kane every name in the book. Jack then punctuates this attack by SPITTING in Kane's face, before he rolls out of the ring and ducks under the ring apron, before emerging with a steel chair in one hand and a burlap sack in the other! Jack slides the chair into the ring, and then proceeds to re-enter the squared circle, before emptying the contents of the bag all over the ring...and Kane himself!
Quadros: Yes...Thumbtacks. Quite a few of them. And since Kane issued the challenge to Gaither in the first place, and agreed to the Extreme Rules stipulation, he really can't complain about them being introduced in this contest, can he...!?
~ Kane frantically tries to shake and brush off as many of the tacks as he can before they puncture the skin, and Gaither clearly seems to be enjoying the sight of his opponent in such a distressed state. But, after a few moments, Jack seems to tire of watching this, because he pulls his opponent off the mat by the arm and pulls him into a repeating series of shoot kicks to the gut to double him over, before grabbing him and taking him over into a nicely executed Vertical Suplex that causes Kane to crash back first into the tacks! OH! BK lies on the mat in agony, and can't defend himself when his opponent follows up by ducking to the outside and then vaulting into a Slingshot 450 onto his rival! SIDEWINDER! Having connected flush with his move, Gaither applies the cover, making certain to hook the leg:
1...2...THREEEEEENOOOOO!!!!! Kane kicks out at 2.999999!!!!!!
Gaither's mouth drops open in disbelief, and he unleashes a loud angry roar as he pulls his opponent off the mat by the hair before pulling him into a front facelock and then dropping down into a nasty DDT that spikes Kane head first into the steel chair! Jack then places the sole of his boot across the back of opponent's head and proceeds to CURB STOMP his face into the chair!! CRACK! Not content to leave matters at that, Gaither repeats this action again...and again...and AGAIN!! Some fans are chanting Kane's name, while others are chanting "Stop The Match!", but Gaither isn't listening to any of them as he peels Kane off the mat and then sinks in a Half-Nelson. Gaither then begins to lift his foe up, with the intent of driving him head first into the mat with the move known as THE BIG GOODBYE...!!!!
Quadros: Nice knowin' ya, Brad!
Franks: Wait! Not so fast!
~ But somehow, Kane manages to block the attempt by shifting his weight. Before Gaither can react, Brad performs a standing switch, and then proceeds to hook his foe's arms, before taking Jack over into a Tiger Suplex. Once again, Kane rolls through the move and back to his feet, and then lifts his foe up and takes him over into a Bridging Dragon Suplex for a surprise pinfall attempt...~
1...2...THRE-Gaither just manages to twist out of the AMG SPECIAL 2 at the very last moment!
~ The two men struggle to their feet, but Gaither stills seems to be in better condition and makes it up first. The Golden Eagle attempts to take advantage of this by lashing out with a standing High Kick to the head. Kane manages to duck this attack, and then counters into a Spinning Legsweep that dumps his foe to the mat. More angered than hurt, Jack starts to rise...But by that point, BK is in the process of following up with the Buzzsaw Kick that he was looking to land earlier in the match! CRACK! The KILLSHOT lands flush against Jack's head, and sends him crashing to the floor, and Kane quickly flops on top of him to apply the cover...
1...2...THRE-NO! Gaither manages to get his shoulder off the mat, much to the chagrin of everyone else in the arena!
~ Kane mouths the word "Fuck", and then takes a deep breath to compose himself, before he breaks out into a nasty grin as he rises to his feet. The smile grows even wider he scrapes his foe off the mat and hoists him up into Backdrop Suplex position, before spinning him around so that he can drop him with the Omega Driver that he calls IMPENDING DOOM REDUX! NO! Somehow, Gaither manages to counter into a Rana, before chaining into the Triangle Choke that he calls THE SQUEEZE PLAY! ~
Quadros: This has GOTTA be it!
~ Gaither applies as much pressure as he can, and starts delivering elbows to the top of his foe's head in an effort to convince him to tap. But Kane's NOT gonna allow that to happen, and manages to find the strength needed to dead-lift his foe off the mat, before sitting out into a modified Powerbomb that deposits Gaither into the tacks! Kane flops down onto back, and spends a moment shaking off the effects of the choke, before he drags himself back to his feet and reaches into his pocket. Kane then pulls out...a thin coil of barbed wire (what were YOU thinking?) and wraps it around his arm, and then waits for his opponent to rise before spinning into his dreaded BK BACKFIST...~
~ ...But incredibly, Gaither manages to duck under the attack, and then uses the last of his energy to grab his foe and lift him up onto his shoulders before dropping him into the tacks with his patented SAMBA SLAM! Jack takes a moment to collect himself, and then applies the cover, hooking the leg as the crowd volume drops to near silence....
NOT QUITE! KANE SOMEHOW MANAGES TO GET HIS SHOULDER OFF THE MAT BEFORE THE REF'S HAND HITS THE MAT FOR A THIRD TIME!
*FIGHTING SPIRIT POP!*
~ Now it's Gaither's turn to stare in shocked disbelief at his opponent, before his features twist into a mask of rage as he takes the barbed wire and wrenches it free from his foe's grasp. The Fallen Eagle then wraps it around his hand and proceeds to apply a BARBED WIRE CLAW, laughing maniacally as he grinds to wire into his foe's face! Once he's satisfied that he's done enough damage, Gaither hoists his opponent up off the mat and onto his shoulders, with the intent of dropping head first onto the steel chair with a second SAMBA SLAM...!!!~
Quadros: Well, Kane put up a pretty good effort, but stick a fork in him, 'cause I would say that this match is DONE!
~ But Kane's got other ideas and somehow manages to shift his weight and land behind his opponent. Before Gaither can react, Kane lifts him up and drives him down hard onto the turnbuckles with an Atomic Drop. As the crowd goes ballistic, Kane climbs to the second rope and grabs his opponent, before lifting him up and leaping off into an AVALANCHE OMEGA DRIVER that dumps Gaither head first into the tacks! ~
Franks: GOOD LORD! KANE JUST CONNECTED WITH A SUPER I.D.R.!!!!!!
Quadros: NO! DAMMIT! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!
~ Kane then applies the cover, making certain to hook the leg as the crowd counts along with the official....!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Ferdinand: HERE IS YOUR WINNER....BRAD KANE!!!!!!
*GIGANTIC FACE POP!*
~ Kane breaks out into a wide smile as he pulls himself off the mat and allows Sheppard to raise his hand in victory. BK then slowly climbs onto the second rope so that he can bask in the cheers of the fans. The Boston crowd begins to grive Brad a HUGE ovation...but their cheers are cut short after a few moments when a somehow recovered Gaither sneaks up behind his opponent and spears him in the back with his trsuty aluminum bat. BOOO! Gaither then yanks Kane down and begins to stomp away at him, before raising the bat and glaring at Andy Sheppard when the official tries to convince Gaither to cease this assault. The official steps back, and Gaither raises the bat over his head to deal the death blow....~
*WAIT, WTF IS GOING ON POP!*
~...But that's when a female in her early twenties appears from the crowd and races into the ring! Wearing thick glasses, and a "Jack Gaither: The PEOPLE'S Champion" T-Shirt, the young woman has the look of someone who really doesn't belong in the squared circle. But that doesn't stop her from rushing forward and grabbing the bat in an effort to wrench it free from Gaither's grip! ~
Fan: Why are you DOING this, Jack!? Why are you acting this way!? Why are you selling out the people who care about you!? Why are you selling out you FANS!?
Gaither: Sell YOU out!? YOU sold ME out! Each and every one of my so-called fans turned out to be a fake, just like you!
Fan: NO! YOU'RE the fake, Jack...Not us!
~ Gaither and the fan continue to argue and wrestle for control over the bat, while Kane shakes off this latest beating and looks on with a mixture of bemusement and amazement. After a moment, he decides to make his presence known to by reaching forward and pulling the bat away from both of them, before he levels a hard glare at the Fallen Eagle while brandishing the bat. Kane then swings the bat at Gaither's head with all his might...but Jack JUST manages to get out of the way and darts out of the ring, cursing and ranting as he storms up the ramp. Kane stares at Gaither with an expression of contempt on his face as he watches him leave, before he raises the bat over his head and smiles as the fans in the arena shout "BK! BK!" to show their appreciation for the hometown favorite! ~
SO OVER IT
Written by: Donnie & Andrew
The screen goes green with gold lettering littering it as the countdown starts.
The Game Changes in
...5 ...4 ...3 ...2 ...1
Then the opening cords of Slash's "Godfather Theme" solo start to echo throughout the arena. After a few moments Tony Field finally steps out on the ramp, flanked by his entourage, Rochelle Robinson, Frankie Bones, and Ryan Gaines. Together the four make their way down the ring, Tony with a sly smirk drawn across his face as the fans show their disapproval for the group as they all slide into the ring and take their places.
Tony stands in the ring, just relishing in the negative reaction of the crowd. After a few minutes of deafening boos, Field finally raises his hand to indicate it's time for him to speak.
Tony Field: It's nice to know I'm loved in Boston. But of course, what do you guys know. I mean after all, the Yankees are America's Team.
The crowd reaction grows even louder as they show their distaste for Field.
Tony Field: So we have some reasons to celebrate tonight it would seem. For the most part, Point of No Return went off without a hitch. I mean sure, we had the formation of Exile, a group that makes me look at Dade Davis, one of those few rare guys in this industry I actually have some kind of respect for, and say "what the fuck are you thinking..."...and we may have had a farce of a main event that just left a bad taste in everyone's mouth, and a so called "heel turn" that no one's buying, but that's not the important part. That's not what sold tickets, put the seats in the asses, and set record Pay Pay View Buy Rates. No, there's something else that the wrestling world is abuzz about, something that every news site is creaming themselves over, that every "internet insider" just can't get enough of.
Tony stops a moment, flashing that classic smirk of his, seemingly quite proud of himself.
Tony Field: No, the buzz that everyone is talking about is that Tony Field walked into Point of No Return, squared off agaisnt Terminus, Glen Watts, in his own handpicked match, put on what many are already saying is the match of the year, and beat him at his own game.
The crowd starts to toss out their boos and heckles at Tony, but he just continues on.
Tony Field: That's right, I LET Glen select his own type of match, the Extreme Iron Man Match, a variation of the Iron Man Match I'd never fought in before, and I beat him at his own game. And guess what? I did it CLEANLY!!!
Crowd: BULL-SHIT!!!! BULL-SHIT!!!!! BULL-SHIT!!!!
Tony Field: Deny it all you want, but I walked down to that ring, I looked him in the eye, and I used no outside interference what-so-ever. I used no Frankie Bones, no Ryan Gaines, I just used my own skill and my own mentality and understanding of Glen and I walked out with my arm raised and my head held high. And really, what is there left to do? I mean I just showed the world I was the better man. I've shown who the top competitor is...and I put Glen Watts back in the record books at the same time. So really, there's nothing left to do now. So when Glen came asking for a rematch tonight...
The crowd pops.
Tony Field: ....I said no....
The crowd quickly turns.
Tony Field: I mean really, what is there left to do now? If I just keep on beating Glen week after week, that's not ratings. That's going to generate revenue for PWA. No, now it's time I move on. To what, I don't know just yet, but that's why I'm taking the night off tonight and letting Frankie here...
Tony nods over to his massive bodyguard and confidient.
Tony Field: ....fight Glen tonight and take care of my light work. I can't honestly be bothered with anymore. A year and a half of my life and it's time to move on...
Tony stops mid sentence as he turns toward the ramp and notices something.
Sitting casually at the top of the entrance ramp, the masked man keeps his gaze focused upon the people in the ring as he begins to address his nemesis in a deceptively pleasant tone of voice.
Terminus: Hey, Tony. I apologize for interrupting this speech...and before you accuse me of lying, lemme go on record and state that I actually AM sincere when I make that statement. The reason why I actually mean what I say is that during the early portion of your address, you actually made a couple of valid points...
Terminus pauses for a moment, and then chuckles and shakes his head.
Terminus: Never thought I'd hear myself say that, but there's a first time for everything, right?
But it's true..I actually agree with your assessment of the formation of the group known as Exile, Field. It's not like these guys are actually out to accomplish anything, after all...Instead, it seems like just another way for those involved to engage in extended sessions of mutual masturbation. But, it's not like that hasn't before in this federation...And it's not like it won't happen again long after Exile collapses under the weight of his collective ego. So, instead of making a big deal about it, I'm just gonna focus upon matters that ARE of interest to me...
Glen's tone of voice becomes a bit harder as he stares direction at Tony.
Terminus: And the matter that's currently of most interest to me, Tony...is your claim that you BEAT me at Point of No Return 4. That's where we disagree, Tony...'Cause while you may have WON, you most certainly didn't BEAT me. And deep down, you know that just as well as I do.
Hell, EVERYONE knows that, Field.
Everyone who witnessed the match remembers the sight of you bleeding all over the place...Virtually unconscious in ring center and completely at my mercy. Everyone who saw that match knows that I would have been able to even the score at three falls apiece, had our mutual friend Rochelle not decided to become part of the equation.
Yes...You can claim to hold another victory over me. But, make no mistake, Field...This victory is JUST as tainted and questionable as the one you gained over me at Vow II last year.
And if I were to conduct a quick survey of this crowd, I'm certain that most of them would agree with that statement...Am I correct...?
Terminus holds up the microphone, and the crowd does indeed erupt into cheers to express its agreement.
Terminus: So...Regardless of what you say, everyone knows that this matter between us, hasn't been resolved.
Tony... You came back to PWA and called me out with the intent of proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that you were the better man.
Well...Guess what...? That hasn't happened.
So...My question to you, Tony is as follows...
What's it gonna take for me to get you inside the ring, and make sure that this DOES happen. Are you going to stand there and lie to everyone- most of all yourself- by claiming that this matter between us has settled....
Or are you gonna reconsider...And give us both the chance to gain the resolution that we not only desire...but truly need...?
Tony leans out over the rope, a smirk on his face as he chuckles to himself mockingly.
Tony Field: After a year and a half, you seriously underestimate don't you. You think I'm some two bit hack like the rest of the roster here who can be lured into a match I don't want? If there's one thing you should know about me, it's that I do what I want to do, when I want to do it.
Tony's smirk grows even wider.
Tony Field: You see, Glen, here's the thing. Do I really care whether or not when you ask the crowd if they agree with how I won or not, and they show they hate it? Since when have these sheep ever approved of anything I do? I'm the man they love to hate and thrive off of it. I could've walked into that ring, beaten you 15 to zip, and they'd still find something to bitch about in how I did it. These fans don't know what they want, I know what they want and what is best for them.
Tony leans out a bit farther, letting those words sink in a bit before he continues.
Tony Field: But that's all for nothing. You see, the only person who's opinion matters on this is mine. At the end of the day, I have to leave with myself and my own decisions, and my opinion is, I've beaten you two out of the three matches we've had now, including a more or less clean win in your own specialty match, so you're no longer the challenge you once were. I've solved the stigma of Terminus. So you want you're rematch, you want to try to sucker me in, but Glen, you're barking up the wrong tree. I'm done with this and I'm moving on, I suggest you do the same before Frankie hurts you tonight...
The crowd rains down boos, but Terminus silences them with a wave of the hand, smirking slightly as he gazes out at the spectators in attendance.~
Terminus: No...Wait...Maybe he's got a point. Maybe I should take the advice of people like Zex...or Dade Davis...or Tony Field...And think about doing something else. Maybe I should give this matter a rest...
Terminus turns his attention back to Field and stares intently in his direction.
Terminus: ...Maybe I should forget the fact that you and I engaged in last year's Feud of the Year- and choose not the acknowledge the fact that the reason for this was due to continue to target me, even after I defeated you in a manner that was far more decisive then the result of our last match...
Terminus rises to his feet and takes a couple of steps toward the ring as he continues to address his arch rival.
Terminus: Maybe I should do that...But I won't. From this point forward, I'm gonna do what *I* want, Tony...Regardless of what you, or anyone else in PWA wants. And what I want, more than anything else, is to settle this, Field. If you don't want to do that this evening, then that's your right...
Glen turns his attention toward Bones, and nods in his direction
Terminus: But, if that's the case, I'll claim the right to express my displeasure about this in a manner that Frankie here will NEVER forget.
Terminus takes a step back and nods toward The Real Deal.
Terminus: Just keep in mind that every decision you make results in unforeseen consequences... And you're gonna understand this point very well by the time all is said and done. See you around, Tony...
And with that, the masked man spins on his heel and walks up the ramp, not bothering to look back at the sneering form of Field as the latter continues to stand inside the ring.