Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Mercedes-Benz Superdome in New Orleans, Louisiana
Jiraiya Kaito vs. Vendetta
Written by: Nathan
Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Seattle, Washington and weighing in at two hundred and nineteen pounds. He is Veeeennnnnndddeeeettttttttaaa!
"Cold" by Crossfade hits; which sends the crowd into a booing frenzy. The curtain brushes aside and Vendetta makes his way onto the top of the stage. He hesitates for a moment, looking amongst the crowd with an arrogant smile on his face, before proceeding towards the ring. He rolls into the ring and backs into a neutral corning; all the while smiling as the crowd continues to show them how they feel.
Ferdinand: And introducing his opponent, Naha, Okinawa, Japan and weighing in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds. He is Jiiiirrrraaaiiiyyyaa Kkkaaaiiitttoooo!
The arena lights turn off, leaving nothing but darkness. As the crowd wonders what's going on, a loud guitar riff blares over the arena speakers causing blue lights to illuminate the stage area. The lone guitar riff is then accompanied by a rapid drum beat, along with white strobe lights keeping rhythm with the drums. The drums stop temporarily, only leaving four guitar chords and blue lights flashing in tune with them. A voice then shouts "GO!!!" which causes fire to explode center stage. "Final Destination" by Coldrain then begins to play the main part of their song over the arena speakers as Kaito is launched from underneath the stage behind the fire. When he lands, the fire disappears revealing himself to the fans in attendance. With blue and white lights flashing in tune to the music, Kaito then begins his walk down the ramp to the ring while the fans have their hands outstretched to him. Kaito then slides into the ring and immediately heads up the nearest turnbuckle, climbing up to the middle one. He looks down at the turnbuckle and mutters an incantation to himself before pounding the turnbuckle with a fist then flexes and yells at the fans. He then leaps down from the turnbuckles and runs the ropes while the arena lights go back to normal.
The bell rings. Both men, eager to start this match, quickly lunge towards each other and enter a immediate stalemate in the center of the ring. They are entangled in the lock up, as the crowd is immediately chanting "Kaito! Kaito! Kaito!" as the two competitors struggle for the advantage. The PWA Hall of Fame member eventually gains the upperhand, spinning Vendetta down into a side-headlock. Kaito is applying a lot of torque and pain to the Seattle native's head and neck area, which forces Vendetta to free himself by pushing Kaito forward. The former PWA World Heavyweight champion hits the ropes, ducks under a Clothesline attempt from his opponent, and bounces off the ropes on the other side of the ring. Vendetta turns around and immediately eats a boot as Kaito catches him with a Spinning Back Kick! Vendetta holds onto his jaw in pain as he climbs to a vertical base, only to be knocked back onto his ass via a Standing Lariat; and Kaito is quickly to capitalize as he forcefully stomps on Vendetta's midsection, which causes the Seattle native to lift into a seated position. From here, Kaito rains down hard with strong kicks to his chest, followed by stiff kicks to his back, and finishes off the assault with a devastating kick to the face! Vendetta is down, and in a world of hurt, as Kaito drops and hooks the leg: 1............2...KICK OUT! The crowd "awws" after the kick out, and immediately indulge in a "Vendetta Sucks! Vendetta Sucks!" chant for good measure.
Franks: Well, earlier this week we saw a new side of Vendetta, and it's obvious these fans in attendance are not happy with him. And, apparently, neither is Kaito as he nearly knocked his head off! But I'm sure it's for other reasons that Vendetta's sudden change in mindset.
Quadros: Carl, Vendetta has finally seen the light. Look at these fans; they are all slobs. Hell, I'm sure if you look hard enough you may find your real father somewhere in the crowd.
Kaito quickly positions himself and flips backwards with a Standing Moonsault! He hooks the leg once more: 1..........2......KICK OUT! Another dissatisfied response from the fans, but this time another "Kaito! Kaito! Kaito!"chant starts as the former champion climbs to his feet. Kaito heads towards the ropes and immediately scales to the top. He's looking to crush Vendetta like a bug, as he jumps off -- catching huge air -- and attempts to land the Double Stomp II, but Vendetta managed to roll out of the way just in time! The Seattle native rolls into the legs of the referee and grabs his pants, trying to use them to pull himself up. Kaito, meanwhile, is moving in like a lion on his prey. The referee tries to free himself, but Vendetta is not releasing his grip. The referee finally spins free, but as he does his back is turned to the wrestlers, and Vendetta reacts quickly and spins back to catch Kaito with a blatant low blow, which everyone except the referee witnessed! The referee returns his attention to the match and sees Kaito bent forward, holding onto his groin. He tries to say something to Vendetta, but the Seattle native ignores him as he jumps up -- full of adrenaline -- and catches Kaito with a big-time Double Arm DDT! Both men are down as the referee checks on them before beginning his ten count.
Franks: Did you see that, Ray? I can't believe the referee missed that.
Quadros: Missed what? I think we all saw that beautiful DDT.
Franks: You know what I'm talking about, Ray. Everyone saw the low blow; including you!
Quadros: I saw a DDT? You're confusing me, Carl.
Franks: It's easy to do.
The crowd is booing loudly as the referee reaches four on his count before Kaito is staggers to his feet. He's still feeling the pain from the low blow, but he's doing his best to fight through it as he moves in on his opponent. Vendetta is on his knees, and Kaito reaches to lift him the rest of the way, and Vendetta reacts quickly with a roll up! The referee slides to make the count: 1...........2......KICK OUT! The crowd gives a sigh of relief in unison as Vendetta uses the ropes to pull himself upright. He has a smirk on his face as he moves towards Kaito, who quickly returns the unexpected favor with a roll up of his own: 1.............2.....KICK OUT! The crowd "awws" again as the referee holds up two fingers.
Franks: A little back and forth action here. Vendetta nearly caught Kaito with a roll up, and Kaito tried to do the same.
Quadros: That, right there, shows Kaito's unoriginality. Why do the same move your opponent just did? Geez.
Franks: Oh shut up, Ray. I'd rather call this match by myself than listen to you.
Both men are back to their feet in a hurry and immediately lock up once more in the center of the ring! Vendetta uses his slight size advantage to push Kaito into the corner. They are stuck in their hold, as the referee squeezes between them to break it up. As he does, Vendetta quickly pokes Kaito in the eye, as the referee once again missed his cheating. Kaito stumbles out of the corner, holding onto his eye, as Vendetta kicks him in the midsection. He catches Kaito with a quick Belly-to-Belly Suplex, which sends Kaito crashing hard to the mat. Vendetta gets to his feet, quickly scales the ropes, and comes off with a nice flying Leg Drop! He hooks the leg: 1............2........KICK OUT! Vendetta is quick to his feet and lays into Kaito with a series of stomps. He's relentless in his attack, as he's hitting Kaito's shoulders, chest, midsection, and even his head. The crowd is trying to get behind Kaito, but it's not helping as he's doing everything he can to block the boot! Vendetta finally picks Kaito up and sends him stumbling into the turnbuckle.
Quadros: It looks like Vendetta is in complete control of this match, Carl. I don't think it's going to last much longer.
Franks: We all know Kaito; he has more heart than anyone. He's not finished.
Vendetta charges into the corner, and misses badly with a Big Splash as Kaito slides out of the way. Vendetta crashes hard and stumbles backwards. Kaito catches him and sends him flying overhead with a Dragon Suplex! The crowd explodes as Kaito crawls over and makes the pin: 1..............2.....KICK OUT! The referee quickly holds up two fingers, as Kaito and Vendetta are both down in the ring.
Franks: And it was nearly over right there! These two men are putting on one hell of an opening match tonight.
Both men are stirring and finally make it to a vertical base. They meet in the center of the ring, exchanging rights and lefts. Vendetta blocks one, and hits Kaito with a quick series of rights, but Kaito blocks one and returns the favor! They are going back and forth until Kaito catches the advantage with a quick inside leg kick, which doubles Vendetta over. He sends the Seattle native into the ropes and looks to hit him with Clothesline, but Vendetta ducks it, stops in his tracks, and immediately connects with a Dropkick to the back of Kaito's head! Vendetta moves in quickly for yet another pin attempt: 1..............2.........KICK OUT!!!! The crowd immediately begins a chant for Kaito as Vendetta cannot believe he managed to kick out once again.
Franks: I don't know if these two are ever going to quit. Terrific effort by both men here tonight!
Quadros: I counted three, so this match should be over! We need to hire more competent referees!
Vendetta slowly gets to his feet and lifts Kaito to a vertical base as well. He tries to send Kaito into the corner, but the Hall of Famer reverses it and sends Vendetta flying into the turnbuckle! He charges in and connects with a strong Clothesline! Vendetta stumbles forward and Kaito sends him charging into the opposite corner. He runs in once again, looking for another Clothesline, but Vendetta manages to duck out of the way. Kaito catches the corner, stumbles backwards, and Vendetta manages to catch him with the Rear Naked Choke! He falls onto his back and scissors Kaito's body as the referee gets down to check on the action. Kaito tries to fight the hold, and the crowd is getting behind him, but it proves to be too much as Kaito is forced to tap! The referee calls for the bell, but Vendetta is not releasing the hold. He continues to apply as much torque and pressure he can on Kaito's neck, effectively cutting off his windpipe!
Franks: Oh, come on! This is ridiculous. The match is over, Vendetta.
Quadros: This is a good show.
The referee tries to free Kaito, but he's not having any success. Vendetta keeps the hold locked in for a few more seconds before willingly releasing the hold. His music hits as he climbs to his feet and smiles arrogantly. The crowd is chanting "Vendetta Sucks!" loudly as the referee checks on Kaito.
Ferdinand: The winner of this match, via submission, Veennnddettttttaaaa!
IT'S A TRAP!
Written by: Will
Backstage, the camera focuses on Dexter Davis, walking down a corridor with the purpose and focus of a wrestler who has a big title match coming up later tonight. Suddenly his path is blocked by a backstage hand, running towards him, out of breath.
RING CREW: Dexter! Dexter!
RING CREW: It's Freya! I think Natasha has got her!
There is a faint muffled sound coming from a room down the cavernous corridor complex backstage in the bowels of the Superdome. Recognizing the tone of his wife's voice immediately, Dex rushes towards the sound and opens the door to see his beloved wife, tied to a chair with a gag across her mouth. Freya shakes her head as Dex rushes to his wife's aid and removes the gag across her mouth to be greeted with the following words...
FREYA: DEX! IT'S A...
And the door closes behind the talented young star as Chris Card and Natasha emerge from the shadows, Card armed with his steel briefcase, Natasha armed with nothing more than an evil smile.
CARD: Allow me to complete that sentence. This, Mr Davis, is what they would call a trap.
DAVIS: YOU BASTARD!
Dexter Davis leaps at Card, anger welling up across his facial features. Dex lands a couple of meaty looking punches to Card's face but unfortunately leaves his back exposed so Natasha has plenty of room to punt kick him square in the crotch area, dropping the Primetime Champion to his knees. Card smiles his cracked gravestone smile and swings his briefcase at Dexter's head, sending Davis sprawling across the floor.
CARD: You know Mrs Davis, you are in little position to negotiate.
Card adds a meaty stomp to Dexter's ribcage, causing Davis to curl up a little into the foetal position.
CARD: You do, however, have the perfect seat for watching this.
CARD: You see, Mr Davis...
CARD: You may decide to ban my associates from ringside...
CARD: But you didn't say anything about backstage...
And another, this one with an air of finality to it.
CARD: Now did you? See you later tonight. If you make it.
Card walks away laughing, and takes time to slip a $100 bill to the ring attendant who had delivered the message, leaving the scene of carnage behind him as road agents run in to cut Freya free and check on the condition of Dexter Davis.
Eric McLean vs. Captain Howdy
Written by: Sam
Franks: This next bout is a battle of Classic PWA Vs Neo PWA; When Captain Howdy takes on Eric “The Red” Mclean!
Quadros: I hate the way you worded that; Classic Vs Neo...Sounds so pretentious...
Franks: I think it sums up the match perfectly; we have PWA staple and main stay Captain Howdy Vs up and comer Eric Mclean.
Quadros: Staple? Main-Stay? You may have well called Howdy bland for all that matters...How about calling him THE most un-predictable wrestler to EVER grace the ring; that would be a fairer statement.
Franks: I didn’t mean any offence in my statement; and I highly doubt anyone but you would thinks so.
Quadros: Lets hope Howdy heard what you said so he can tare you limb from limb.
The announcers continue their trade mark bickering as the camera pans over to Freddy Ferdinand who is wearing a rather festive red bow tie with flashing lights.
Ferdinand: The next bout is scheduled for ONE FALL and has a thirty minutes time limit!
The fans cheer with anticipation as Ferdinand looks to the entrance ramp.
Ferdinand: First representing Modern Day Future and weighing in at 233Lbs we give you ERIC “THE RED” MCLEAN!!!
Flogging Molly's "Black Friday Rule" blasts over the PA system, and the crowd rises to their feet and pops when twin bursts of red pyro erupt during the first notes of the son. They continue to cheer when Eric McLean inside the arena, along with his lovely wife, Sadie Sanderson, during the acoustic section of the introduction. Sadie takes the lead, urging the crowd to make even more nose, and the spectators in attendance seem happy to oblige this request. Grinning sheepishly, Eric follows her down the ramp, taking time to slap some of the fans hands that are being extended toward him. As they reach the ring, Eric nods and grins at his spouse, before he slides under the bottom rope and takes a deep breath as he waits for the match to begin.
Ferdinand: And his opponent...Hailing from Coney Island New York and Weighing in at 254Lbs...He is CAPTAIN HOWDY!!!
The lights dim, as "Captain Howdy" begins to play. He storms down the ramp, neither looking into the crowd, or back the way he came. As he gets closer, he removes his lime green jacket, and drops it at ringside near the attendant, along with his walking stick. The Captain slides under the bottom rope, then stands, glaring at the official, and almost stalking him, causing him to jump out of the ring. He then starts to pace back and forth, growling and muttering, like a caged animal waiting to be fed, as he waits for the match to start.
Quadros: Howdy looks ferocious tonight.
Franks: When doesn’t he?
The bell sounds starting this one off when Red and Howdy step forward and lock up with a collar and elbow tie-up; the bigger and more muscular Howdy turns this into a headlock and wrenches back on Eric’s neck violently as if he is trying to break Eric’s neck.
Quadros: Howdy is trying to rip Eric’s head McLean off! Ha, ha...
Franks: Your jokes are pathetic.
Quadros: Your wife said the same thing about your sexual prowess.
Franks: Will you please...
Howdy wrenches back again and again with as much muster as he can, thus brining McLean down to one knee, but here McLean pushes the Captain forward and out of the headlock sending the bigger man to the ropes; Howdy fires back and is waffled with a drop kick to the chest on his return, Howdy staggers as McLean runs to the ropes and fires at him with a forearm smash staggering the big man again.
Franks: What do you have to do to get Captain Howdy off his feet?
Quadros: Banana Skin?
Here McLean hits a few more elbow strikes for good measure before backing up and into the ropes charging back ready for big roaring elbow when Howdy flattens him to the ground with a Heart Punch clean to Red’s chest; Red looks up from the floor at the 6’4 250Lbs plus Captain Howdy but only before a brief second as Howdy runs and kicks the seated Eric square in the face; Howdy drops down and covers Red...
Howdy rocks back onto his knees and then instantly applies a Tongan Claw to the jaw of Eric McLean; who kicks his legs in pain while trying to free himself from the grip with his hands; But Captain Howdy is having none of it and stands lifting Eric by his jaw.
Quadros: There isn’t a move in PWA history as nasty as the PEZ Dispenser.
Innovative and monstrous The Captain then hoists Eric up for a Tongan Grip/Choke-slam Combo when Eric wraps his legs around the Howdy’s arms and rolls him to the ground and into a cross arm breaker.
Franks: What a reversal by Eric McLean; and in the nick of time too.
Quadros: That’s the ting about facing a man like Howdy; once the ball gets rolling he is unstoppable.
Franks: Can you imagine the damage a PEZ Dispenser Choke-slam combo would have caused?
Quadros: I ‘m pretty sure it would have been the end to this match.
Eric pulls back hard on Howdy’s arm and uses his MMA style and knowledge to really apply pressure to the manoeuvre; Howdy starts to fight out of the hold when Eric lifts his left leg and then brings it crashing down across the sternum of Captain Howdy, not once but twice!
Franks: McLean’s mat skills and ring awareness are second to none.
Quadros: Oh really? I wonder what Chris Card would have to say about that?
Again Howdy attempts to roll over, only this time he is a little more successful; he turns on his side, gets his footing and then stands pulling McLean up into a Powerbomb position; Howdy slams but McLean rolls out with a nifty Hurricanranna sending Howdy flying forward and onto the middle rope.
Franks: This young kid has SO MUCH potential!
Quadros: Shame Howdy is going to destroy him.
McLean runs up and crashes both knees across the back of Captain Howdy how yells out in pain; Mclean then hits a few hard kicks to the rib area of Howdy as he lays almost motionless over the second rope...Mclean backs up and runs at Howdy again only this time Howdy moves out of the way sending McLean through the ropes; BUT McLean manages to grab the ropes stopping himself crashing to the ground; he skims the cat but as he rolls back over into the ring Captain Howdy wraps his arms around Mclean’s waist and lifts him high up and over with a devastating German Suplex!!! Which causes the crowd too “OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Loudly!
Quadros: This is why I never bet against the captain; his power, skill and barbarism know no boundaries.
Howdy instantly grabs McLean by his hair and lifts him back to his wobbly feet before doubling him over with a knee to the midsection and then lifting high and down with a sit out Powerbomb and a cover!!
Howdy sits back on his knees again, this time wondering what he has to do in order to take out this young hotshot; but as he does this McLean swings his legs up and around the neck of Captain Howdy while pulling his arm in locking in a variation of the Triangle Choke.
Franks: Mclean is one of the most dangerous men when he is on his back, he can trick you into a false sense of security and then counter almost anything you try with a submission attempt.
Quadros: I hear your wife is quiet dangerous on her back too?
McLean really puts his entire lower body strength into the move to the point that Howdy’s face turns bright red with the pain...But much like when Eric had the Cross Arm Breaker locked in Howdy some how manages to get his footing and return to a vertical base this time however he pulls McLean in close and drops him to the mat with a Tombstone Piledriver!!! Howdy falls onto his back as McLean looks up at the lights breathing heavily.
Franks: We are at a stalemate here; neither of these guys is willing to give up.
Quadros: McLean is young and hungry, while Howdy is a dominant veteran who wants’ to get back on top.
Franks: For once you are right Ray.
Both men slowly get back to their feet; Howdy uses the ropes for leverage as Eric pulls himself with the turnbuckle; Both men turn to face eachother, both worse for wear after their battle and both wanting the win over the other...And so they clash in the centre of the ring firing rights, lefts, forearms and European uppercuts...Howdy backs Mclean up after two sharp uppercuts and then follows in with a forearm to the chest...Mclean backs the ropes as Howdy fire’s a knee to the stomach.
Franks: What an exchange of blows; McLean didn’t give an inch until Howdy landed those European Uppercuts.
Quadros: Howdy is 20Lbs heavier and four inches taller; his reach is what aided him in this exchange.
McLean doubles over as Howdy double under hooks both his arms and pulls him up and over into the Playtime's Over position!!!
Quadros: PLAY TIME IS INDEED OVER!
Howdy walks to the centre of the ring and then jumps back ready to drill Red head first to the mat; but as he does this McLean rocks backwards and somehow rolls over onto his feet where he pulls Howdy into reverse DDT position and spins him out with double rotation dropping him hard to mat with the Red Alert!!!
Ferdinand: Here is your winner!!!! ERIC “THE RED” MCLEAN!!!!
Written by: Sam
The Arena turns black except for the Titan-Tron of which flickers with static; the words “PLEASE STAND BY” flash on the screen followed by a countdown 5...4...3...2...1...0! The static is replaced by a splash of black paint as “Stinkfist” By Tool kicks in over the PA system.
Quadros: Woohoo! Something I actually give a shit about.
“The Artist” steps out on stage with a microphone in his hand he looks out the fans clad in his wrestling attire and then raises the microphone to his lips.
Zex: Cut the music...I...I...This music..It’s an association to the past; to a life I want to move away from...So that I...That WE can start again.
Stinkfist by tool suddenly gets cut off as a humble Zex makes his way to the ring with a microphone in his hand, he stops just outside the ring and looks out at the fans with a concerned look on his face before sucking it up and entering the ring.
Franks: Zex looks a little different here tonight.
Quadros: He is just in the zone; he has some douche-bags to destroy later on tonight.
Franks: Douche-Bags; What are you fifteen?
He stands in the centre of the ring and then raises the microphone to his mouth as the fans look on eagerly.
Zex: I’m not out here to bitch or moan guys, nor am I here to verbally berate my opponents in the main event; I am simply here because I owe you all an apology; it’s been a trying year for me and I allowed my demons to overwhelm me, I allowed my passion for this sport to turn in to jealousy and then I became blinded by the success I was having...My actions over the past year have been WHACK!
The fans offer a mixed reaction of cheers and boos that completely fill the arena as Zex nods his head taking in everything as if it was one huge surreal moment.
Franks: A bold move asking the fans for forgiveness.
Quadros: Zex couldn’t give a damn about these jerks; he is just playing head games with his opponents so they underestimate him later on tonight.
Zex: I don’t expect you guys to cheer for me over night; I know it will take time for me to prove myself once again; but within just over two weeks I feel that I have come so far from the tragic acts I have committed; GONE is the darkness I allowed to control, those demons have been slain...And now I stand here as “The Artist” you know and love!
Franks: Here’s hoping.
Quadros: Like I said he is playing everyone like a grade a con-man.
The fans react a little louder this time as they can see the conviction in Zex’s eyes and his clearly changed demeanour.
Zex: Tonight is DO OR DIE for me; it’s put up or shut up! It’s time for the real Zex to step forward and show the world that I STILL GOT IT. I don’t know what the future holds and I really couldn’t tell you guys what’s in store for me after tonight...All I know is I WANT ANOTHER CHANCE to use life for what it’s for...To do the right thing by you the PWA fanbase.
A small Zex chant breaks out within a portion of the fans, showing that his words have won some of them over.
Franks: It will take more than words Zack; you spent a life time living for these guys and then threw it all away when you returned to PWA.
Quadros: Ha, ha, ha; the CON-Artist even has you hooked; wait till tonight when he screws his way to his first PWA Heavyweight Championship; your jaws will drop while I cheer loudly.
Zex: I’ll admit; saying sorry to you guys might get old, but I promise you I will prove myself with my actions tonight; the future is passing and all I am asking you guys is to give me a chance, to give me the time of day to make the change and make a difference...I know it’s wrong but it’s all I am going to ask of you; just trust in me ONE LAST TIME.
Quadros: Listen to these suckers they are cheering; in just a few words Zex has got them cheering.
Franks: They may be cheering but they are not yet cheering his name...
Quadros: Like he cares?
Zex: I have so much I want to give back to PWA; I have things inside me that No one has ever seen, and I know you can see it that you feel the same way too...this is my rebirth my Redemption and you will NEVER see the end of the REAL Zack. E. Xavier. I will go place nobody every goes, I will do the things you guys never dreamed possible and I will do this knowing that there WILL NEVER BE ANOTHER like me...All I want is that last chance to prove myself...And I hope you will give me that chance.
Franks: If he is true to his word...Then I am willing to give him another chance.
Quadros: You would.
Franks: Your right Ray, I would because I am not a fickle SOB like you...However I think Zex may have some trouble convincing the guys in the locker rooms that he has changed.
“The Artist” lays the microphone in the centre of the ring and then looks out to the fans where he begins to applaud them for understanding; here he exits the ring and backs up the ramp nodding to the fans and saying thank you.