Premiere Wrestling Alliance

Apotheosis
Wednesday, February 6th, 2008
Estadio Felix Sanchez in Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic

Back to the Future
Written by: Randy & Andrew

Camera switches to the parking lot as the camera zooms in on a red Harley Davidson as it pulls up to the entrance of the Estadio Felix Sanchez. The rider climbs off the motorcycle as he takes off his helmet to reveal that it is Red Dragon as you notice cameraman start running his direction but they barely miss catching up to him as he walks through the wrestler entrance going into the stadium.

Miranda Buck: Red Dragon! Red Dragon! I was wondering if I could ask some questions concerning what happened between yourself and Natalie last week.

Red Dragon stops dead in his tracks as he glances over at Miranda with a sinister grin on his face.

Red Dragon: What the hell do you want this time? Also what are you talking about? It was Nadia that I was talking to last week.

Miranda Buck: Well Red Dragon that was not Nadia it was actually Natalie that you was talking to. Also I don’t think Terminus was very happy that you were trying to get close to her.

Red Dragon: Seems like all your trying to do is cause problems between me and Terminus.

Miranda opens her mouth but before she can say a word Red Dragon walks off shaking his head as he heads down hallway of locker rooms. Every door he passes you notice that he takes a look at the name tag until he comes to a door and stops in front of it before glancing back at the cameraman following him. He reaches up with his right hand as he turns the doorknob opening the door and walks in. The cameraman hurries to catch a glimpse of the name tag on the door that has Gundan RTO and inside the room you can hear a shower running. The camera pans the room as you notice Red Dragon sitting on a black leather couch as you can tell he is staring towards the bathroom. The water shuts off as you can hear a woman’s voice as they sing as they towel dry. A sinister grin forms across Red Dragon’s face as Natalie walks out of the bathroom wearing only a towel and drying her hair with another one which keeps her from seeing Red Dragon sitting on the couch.

Red Dragon: Nadia what are you doing here?

This startles Natalie as she drops the towel she was drying her hair with and screams.

Natalie: What the hell are you doing in here?

Red Dragon: Don’t worry Nadia I am not here to hurt you. But how did you get out? It has been a long time since I last saw you.

Natalie starts back peddling towards the bathroom as she starts to shake.

Natalie: I am not Nadia but how do you know her?

A confused look comes across Red Dragons face as he looks around the locker room before returning to Natalie.

Red Dragon: Come on Nadia this is not funny. You should remember where we know each other.

Natalie: Well Red Dragon I am not joking around and Nadia is my twin sister. Nadia has gone through a lot and does not need to go through anymore harm.

As Natalie finishes her last words the door opens and Terminus walks in as he notices Natalie wearing nothing but a towel and Red Dragon sitting on the couch.

Terminus: Natalie...just wanted to let you know that...May I ask why you're in here, Dragon?

Red Dragon: Last time I checked this is the RTO locker room.

Terminus: Very perceptive, Dragon. You may go far in the PWA with those incredible powers of observation. But...you *won't* go far if you continue to leer at Natalie in that manner...

Natalie: (still looking shaken) Evan...h

Red Dragon interrupts Natalie as Terminus glares at him.

Red Dragon: Calm down champ you have a big match tonight and I am here to help make sure you walk out still the PWA World champion. I have some ideas but let’s get rid of the cameraman before we start talking about business.

Red Dragon slowly gets to his feet as he finishes talking as he walks towards the cameraman before putting his right hand in front of the lens.

Red Dragon: Time for you to get the hell out of here.

Red Dragon back the cameraman out of the locker room as Red Dragon slams the door as the camera zooms in on the RTO name tag before going to a commercial break.

Rape Your Face
Written by: Nathan

The room is dark and obviously nothing can be seen. However, the sound of a light switch being flipped on breaks the silence and the darkness. The lights take a moment, but eventually they come on one at a time. It turns out the room is a giant locker room, slash shower room. JJ Biggs, known as "The Featured Attraction," is seated on the long wooden bench that stretches from one side of the room to the other. It turns out Michael Bourne, JJ's manager, was the person who turned on the lights to the room. JJ doesn't even look over in that direction, as he just remains seated, with his head hanging and his hands on his lap. Michael slowly makes his way over and he sits down next to JJ.

Michael Bourne: Are you sure you're going to be able to wrestle tonight?

JJ Biggs: ...

Michael Bourne: JJ? You haven't said a word in four fucking days. It wasn't your fault. What happened with Erica, it just really wasn't your fault.

JJ Biggs: ...

Michael Bourne: JJ, are you even listening to me? If you don't want to wrestle, you don't have to. We'll go tell someone right now and we can get you on an immediate flight back to Miami. I'm sure you'd much rather be with Erica at the hospital right now.

JJ Biggs: ...

Michael Bourne: Damnit, JJ. You have to something.

Suddenly, JJ jumps to his feet and he slams his head into one of the lockers. He turns around to face Michael, who is staring at him with a shocked expression on his face.

JJ Biggs: I am not going to allow my personal problems to tamper with my mission. I'm here tonight to prove once and for all that I am better than Chris Wilkins. I am here to wrestle. I am here to do my job. I am here to beat Chris so bad that he'll be forever scared to even walk past me in these hallways. Chris, you're about to walk in to a fight that you're not going to walk out of. I'm here to shut you up once and for all. Your victory at Redemption may be your biggest career accomplishment, but that is about to be voided tonight.

JJ rears his fist back and he slams it into one of the lockers. He rears back once again and punches the locker for a second time.

JJ Biggs: That's going to be your face, Chris! I'm going to fucking rape your face with my fist, Chris. I'm going to embarrass you more than your fat, tub of a lard mother used to. Your fate is sealed, Chris. You're going down.

JJ punches the locker again and then he storms out of the locker room, leaving Michael sitting by himself on the bench.

#2 Light Heavyweight Contender
Shaun Andrews vs Chris Cypher
Written by: Josh

Franks: Look at the Project C fans gathered over there Ray!

Quadros: Ladies and gentlemen Project C has yet to debut but it looks as though they already have somewhat of a fan base...and one with creative signs I might add as well.

The cameras zoom in to show you the signs as a couple large members of the fan group stand up and wave their fans in the air.

Franks: Looks like that big guy could join up with Project C and do some damage for them as well!!

Quadros: I bet he'd stomp a mudhole in the ass of Jostrodomus.

Franks: Our next match up tonight is for the # 2 contender for the light heavyweight championship and will be between Chris Cypher and Shaun Andrews.

Quadros: I hope Andrews teaches Cypher a lesson here tonight for taking the side of Jostrodomus.

Franks: I wouldn’t be so sure of that one Ray, Chris Cypher has been nothing short of impressive since his debut here in PWA and had gone toe to toe with some of the best in the business for years.

Quadros: I don’t care Carl…Do you honestly think I care? No…See…I don’t. I care about as much for anyone on the side of Jostrodomus as a fat kid cares for a diet. It’s just not a mutual agreement.

Franks: You aren’t exactly skinny yourself Ray.

Quadros: I know…I’m jacked!

Franks: Whatever you say…Looks like Layne Marshall is ready to announce our competitors here tonight in this match up on an action packed Apotheosis.

Marshall: Making his way to the ring standing in at 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighing in at 205 pounds!!! Here is….SHOOTER SHAUN ANDREWS!!!!

“Wild Out" The Lox kicks up over the arena as Shaun Andrews makes his way down to the ring.

Marshall: AND HIS OPPONENT…Making his way to the ring now standing 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighing in at 227 pounds!!!! YOUR ROLE MODEL….CHRIS CYPHER!!!!!

"Scum of the Earth" by Rob Zombie hits the PA and out from the curtain comes Chris Cypher. He's got an arrogant look on his face and pans the crowd, he takes a few steps towards the ring, then runs the rest of the way, sliding feet first. He then mounts the second turnbuckle and gives a one fist salute to the fans.

Franks: Both men look ready to go here tonight.

Quadros: Cypher looks ready to run away with his tail between his legs…What are you talking about?

Franks: Remember Cypher beat Keeton a while back and Keeton beat Andrews just a couple weeks ago.

The bell rings and this match is underway as Cypher and Andrews lock it up as Andrews drops to a knew and goes for a takedown on Cypher. Andrews able to take Cypher down as he connects with a few punches here in the early going. Andrews able to roll over into an arm bar now as he begins to wrench away at the arm of Chris Cypher. Cypher showing some signs of pain here as he tries to reach for the ropes and finally gets a hold of the ropes as the ref forces Andrews to break the hold. Andrews gets to his feet here as he waste no time in going back on the attack of Chris Cypher, but Cypher able to connect with an elbow to the midsection of Andrews as he gets to his feet and continues the assault with a series of punches that sends Andrews stumbling back into the ropes. Cypher with the irish whip as Andrews ducks the clothesline and connects with a drop kick. Andrews with the cover…1…2…..and a kickout by Chris Cypher. Shaun rolling over to his feet here as he reaches down and picks Cypher up off the mat and whips him into the turnbuckle. Shaun getting a full head of steam here as he charges at Cypher, but Cypher able to move out of the way as Andrews goes crashing into the turnbuckle. Cypher seizes the moment and connects with a Cuban suplex into a pin…1….2…..and a kickout by Shaun Andrews.

Franks: Cypher showing his experience in the ring as well there as he was able to get out of the way from Shaun Andrews.

Quadros: He can’t stay lucky all night Carl.

Back in the ring Cypher picks Andrews up off the mat and whips him into the ropes and connects with a clothesline that sends Andrews to the mat. Cypher climbing to the top turnbuckle now as he leaps and misses with an elbow drop as Shaun Andrews was able to get out of the way of that one. Both men on the ground now as Andrews is trying to regain his composure as Cypher pulls himself up. Both men to their feet as the fight is on and Cypher connects with a huge right hand, but Andrews fires back with one of his own. Cypher starting to get the upper hand here as he connects with another clothesline. Cypher deciding to not go for the pin here as he picks Andrews up off the mat…Cypher lifting him into the air and connects with a vertical suplex…Cypher with the cover…1…..2….and a kickout by Shaun Andrews. Cypher wasting no time in going back to work on Andrews as he picks him up off the mat and whips him into the ropes, Andrews bounces off and ducks the clothesline. Andrews going for the back body drop to the outside of the ring by Cypher able to grab the ropes and land on the ring apron just outside the ropes. Andrews turns around to get caught in the face by a Cypher right hand…Cypher with a shoulder to the midsection of Andrews as Cypher springboards over the ropes and connects with a cross body splash. Cypher with the cover…1….2….and a kickout by Shaun Andrews.

Franks: Get battling between these two so far, but right now it looks like Chris Cypher wants it more.

Quadros: He may want it, but he won’t get it.

Back inside the ring Cypher has just went to pick up Andrews, but Shaun was able to get a cheap low blow as Andrews looks to mount an offensive attack here as he connects with a ddt. Andrews picking Cypher up off the mat here as he connects with his cobra clutch suplex. Andrews with the cover….1…….2…..and a kickout by Chris Cypher. Andrews getting to his feet here as he picks Cypher up off the mat and whips him into the ropes and connects with a spine buster, but Cypher pops right back up as Andrews hits a double arm ddt….Andrews with the pin….1…..2…..2.33333333 and a kickout by Cypher. Andrews picking Cypher up here, but Cypher with a shoulder to the gut of Andrews as Andrews stumbles back a little bit. Cypher on the offensive now as he connects with a drop kick. Andrews pops back up to his feet and Cypher lifts him into the air and connects with a snap suplex. Cypher rolls to his feet as he climbs to the outside apron…Cypher pulling himself up to the ropes and leaps and connects with a leg drop…Cypher goes for the cover…1….2….and Cypher pulls Andrews up to break the pin!

Quadros: That wasn’t smart Chris! Shaun will make you pay for that.

Franks: I might agree with you on that one Ray.

Cypher pulling Andrews to his feet here, but Andrews delivers a shove and takes Cypher to the mat here and connects with a series of punches, but Cypher able to roll it over as he’s in the mounting position now raining down punches on Shaun Andrews. The ref pulling the two apart now as this looks more like a mixed martial arts match and not a wrestling match as both men get to their feet. Andrews charges at Cypher, but Cypher sides step him with a drop toe hold. Cypher gets to his feet as Andrews gets up….WHY ME!! WHY ME!!! CYPHER HITS THE WHY ME ON SHAUN ANDREWS!!!! Cypher with the pin….1….2……3…..CYPHER WINS!! CYPHER WINS!!! CYPHER IS THE NEW NUMBER 2 CONTENDER TO THE LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

Franks: Like I said Ray…Cypher wanted this match, but both men looked good in there. Cypher isn’t a newbie to this business and I think Andrews may have underestimated him a little bit here tonight.

Quadros: Cypher got lucky and that’s all there is to it Carl.

Franks: Whatever the case may be that was another solid match in Premiere Wrestling Alliance. I look forward to a re-match of this one.

Quadros: Andrews will destroy him in the rematch if there is one!

Franks: I don’t know Ray…CHRIS CYPHER was damn impressive tonight.

Making Peace
Written by: Okori

As Nighthawk and Sin walk into the locker rooms of the Estadio Felix Sanchez, Nighthawk placing the World Light Heavyweight Title on the top of his locker, Sin gets a look on her face and rushes to the other side of the hallway where the women’s locker room happens to be. Clad in a red Intocable tank top, a white wrap-around skirt, and impossibly high electric-blue heels, Sin sees Natalie Snow in the lokcer room and walks up to her.

Sin, her flawless English accented with a heavy Cuban accent: “I am so sorry Natalie. I know how much you didn’t want to go through what happened to you.”

Natalie: “Why do you care? It’s not like you and your little miserable husband Nighthawk didn’t laugh at it when it did.”

Sin: “No Natalie. We actually didn’t. We know what it’s like to keep secrets, and pray like hell no one ever finds out. I hope your family is okay.”

Seppuku? Or No Seppuku? That... Is Question!
Written by: Jason

Cut to the backstage area. Specifically the Gundan RTO locker room. It is here that we find former PWA Light Heavyweight champion Jiraiya Kaito dressed in ceremonial samurai attire instead of his usual ring attire. Brandishing a katana and what appears to be a small dagger, he paces about the room, shaking his head in disbelief. The rest of Gundan RTO enter the room and see him dressed the way he is and immediately become concerned for him.

Terminus: Kaito!? What are you doing dressed like that?

The Seiryuu stops pacing about the room and looks at his fellow RTO members with a stone-cold stare as he addresses them.

Jiraiya Kaito: You just in time. All of you.

Jason Sandman: What the fuck are you talking about?

Jiraiya Kaito: All of you... become witness to art of seppuku.

Jason Sandman: Again, what the fuck are you talking about!?

The newcomer to the group, Red Dragon, explains the act for the rest of them.

Red Dragon: Ah yes. Seppuku... the samurai's version of suicide. It's a way for them to die while restoring their honor if they're ashamed of what they have done in life.

Jason Sandman: So you lost to Jake Keeton, and now you're gonna kill yourself!?

The Seiryuu nods in agreement.

Jason Sandman: Suit yourself. That just moves me one step closer to the big prize!

Both Terminus and Red Dragon smack him upside his head for that remark. He looks at both of them while holding his head as if to say "What the fuck did I do!?" Terminus turns to face the Seiryuu.

Terminus: Are you sure this is what you want to do?

Again, the Seiryuu nods.

Jiraiya Kaito: But I no do this by myself.

Now a hint of confusion befalls the rest of Gundan RTO as the Seiryuu continues.

Jiraiya Kaito: I must honor one of you privilege to sever my head from rest of my body while I stab myself with this.

He shows them the short dagger. A feeling of uneasiness overcomes Natalie Snow as the rest are in shock.

Jiraiya Kaito: Now... question is who do I trust to perform act of to sever my head.

He unsheathes his katana and holds it at his side as he paces about in front of them. He stops at Natalie Snow, who immediately shakes her head "no way in hell!" The Seiryuu agrees with her as he shakes his head "no" as well. He then paces toward Jason Sandman and stops in front of him. A smile appears on Jason Sandman's face as he responds.

Jason Sandman: Fuck yeah, I'll do it! After all... there can be only one!

Before he can grab the sword from the Seiryuu, Terminus again smacks him upside his head. At the same time, the Seiryuu rams the hilt of the sword into Sandman's abdomen.

Jiraiya Kaito: Iie. Wrong answer.

Jason Sandman looks up at the Seiryuu after having been doubled over.

Jason Sandman: Wrong answer!? What the fuck was the question!?

The Seiryuu shakes his head in disbelief once again as he moves on down the line. This time, he stops in front of Red Dragon and stares at him with the same stone-cold stare that he gave the rest of the group.

Red Dragon: Honor is not something that you take for granted. The Seppuku is something you do not underestimate. Performing it could also dishonor the one who trained you.

Red Dragon runs his right hand across the sword as he continues to stare the Seiryuu in the eyes.

Red Dragon: Don't be afraid to make a mistake. But make sure you don't make the same mistake twice.

Jiraiya Kaito: Why do you think I do this!? So I cannot make same mistake twice!

He moves the sword away from Red Dragon and proceeds to the last person in the group, the one to this day he has considered a true friend, Terminus.

Jiraiya Kaito: So that leave you, Taminusu. I know you no have problem to sever my head. So I entrust you with katana.

He bows to Terminus and presents him with the katana in the same motion. Terminus looks at the sword for a bit before reluctantly taking it from the Seiryuu's hands. The Seiryuu nods his approval before turning his back to the New Age Punisher. He kneels down in front of him and unsheathes his dagger. Holding it out in front of his stomach, he calls out to the New Age Punisher.

Jiraiya Kaito: Iku zo!

But the New Age Punisher doesn't position himself for the kill. Mainly because Natalie Snow has positioned herself in front of him.

Natalie Snow: My Savior, no! It's not worth helping him spare his own life! He's too much of a vital asset to our successes!

Terminus stares at Natalie, and then at the sword for a moment before addressing his High Priestess.

Terminus: He's my FRIEND, Natalie...and I promised him that I would always do my best to honor his request...

Terminus pauses for a moment, and then grips both hands on the hilt of the blade, before shaking his head.

Terminus: However....you make a valid point...

Immediately, the Seiryuu's eyes widen with shock as he quickly turns to face the New Age Punisher.

Jiraiya Kaito: Nani!?

The New Age Punisher lowers the sword to his side as he explains himself to the Seiryuu.

Terminus: I understand, and can appreciate the sacrifice that you're willing to make, Jiraiya Kaito. But I can't permit this to happen now... not when we are THIS close to completing our stated objectives.

The Seiryuu stands back up on his feet as Terminus continues with his explanation.

Terminus: By seeing this task through to completion, you will bring honor to RTO, honor to yourself, and honor to the cause we represent.

Jiraiya Kaito, angry: So you rather not honor request I ask of you!? Force me to live rest of my life with shame of not able to complete quest for total redemption!?

Terminus, staring intently at the Seiryuu: There are different ways for you to complete this quest, my friend. And, seeing the completion of the goal that we've worked so hard to achieve is the first step toward taking a DIFFERENT path which will lead to your desired destination...OUR desired destination.

Natalie gazes at her Savior with pride as she watches him hand the sword back to Jiraiya Kaito. He angrily snatches the sword from the New Age Punisher's hands and places it back in its sheath. Instantly, he storms off past the group and makes his way toward the door.

Jiraiya Kaito, angry: Fine. You no help me, then I find someone else who do!

And with that, he exits the RTO locker room in a fit of rage. Once out in the hallway, he thinks to himself with a half smile on his face.

Jiraiya Kaito, to himself: Hai. Taminusu is still true friend.

He proceeds further down the hallway as the scene fades to black.

PWA Tag Team Championship
Ace Wylde & Dan Manheim vs ZEX & Dante Noilearth
Written by: Neil

“Planet Hell” by Nightwish begins to play and the crowd instantly starts to boo as Nightmare Incorporated makes their way out from the back. Ace Wylde and Dan Manheim show very little emotion towards these Dominican Republic fans while they get an earful. The tag team enters the ring and stand side-by-side in the middle, making a gesture that they are going to win the PWA World Tag Team Titles tonight.

Franks: They think they’re going to win the titles tonight, Ray, but that remains to be seen.

Quadros: Last time against Wing Zero was a fluke. I can’t believe it took this long for a re-match.

Then “Miss Murder” by AFI begins to play and there’s a completely different reaction. Out comes the PWA Tag Team Champions…Wing Zero! With the belts wrapped around their waist, Zex and Dante Noilearth wave out to the crowd to show their appreciation. They then start their way down to the ring, jawing back and forth with Nightmare Inc. They both slide into the ring and go to opposite corners, playing the crowd so more until they hand over the Tag Team Titles to Referee Andy Sheppard.

Quadros: Oh these guys are such frauds!

Franks: I think Dante Noilearth will get the majority of the work tonight since Zex was attacked last week by 1LL’s Dion Tormenta.

The referee calls for the bell and this match is underway! We start off with Dante Noilearth and Dan Manheim. They both circle the ring, talking trash until they lock up. Manheim with a quick win and pushes Dante back into the corner. Manheim instantly pounces with a flurry of rights and lefts that Dante was not ready for. Manheim with an Irish whip that gets reversed into an arm drag by Dante. Manheim pops back up and gets a forearm to the face for his effort. Irish whip by Dante and Manheim comes off the ropes into a back body drop…no! Manheim rolls through and onto his feet. Dante turns around and gets dropped by a punch square to the throat!

Franks: Oh! That wasn’t necessary!

Quadros: Whatever it takes to win is necessary.

Manheim pulls Dante up while he’s gasping for air. A clubbing blow across the back nearly drops Dante again. Manheim goes around the back and drills Noilearth with a solid Full Nelson slam. Manheim doesn’t bother for a cover as he places his foot across Dante’s throat to choke him out! 1! 2! 3! 4! Manheim steps off and drops a follow up elbow! Hooks the leg! 1...2...KICK OUT! Manheim pops back up and drops a series of stomps before flexing his muscles for the crowd, drawing a large boo.

Franks: The Project Catastrophe fans are getting a bit rowdy tonight, Ray.

Quadros: They have every right to get rowdy. I’m rowdy myself. I was expecting some free spiced rum but I guess these Dominicans are cheap bastards.

Franks: They aren’t cheap. They just know better than to get you all liquored up. You like to go around saying you love everybody when you’re hammered.

Quadros: No I don’t!

Franks: Yes you do.

Quadros: No I don’t!

Franks: Yes, yes you do.

Quadros: I hate you, Carl. Drunk or sober.

Manheim pulls up Dante and tosses him into the Nightmare Inc. corner, where Ace Wylde is tagged in. Both members of Nightmare Inc. set Dante Noilearth up onto the top turnbuckle only to drill him head first into the canvass with a double fisherman’s buster! Ace Wylde quickly takes advantage with the cover! 1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Ace Wylde pulls up the stunned Dante Noilearth and bench presses him twice over his head before dropping him to the mat! The crowd boos loudly as Ace Wylde wants to show off tonight.

Franks: I used to remember a day when I liked Ace Wylde.

Quadros: What’s not to like? He gets the job done.

Ace pulls Dante up but gets stopped short by an elbow to the midsection. Forearm to the face by Dante. Forearm and another forearm! Ace returns the favor with a kick to the midsection and then an Irish whip. Ace Wylde is running as well with Seein’ Red big boot…Dante ducks! CHOP by Dante! WHOOO! CHOP! WHOOOO!! CHOP! WHOOOO! Wild short armed clothesline attempt by Ace, Dante ducks again! Pele kick to the face! Dante with a cover! 1...2...KICK OUT! Dante pops up and runs towards the ropes…rolling thunder! Hooks the leg! 1...2...KICK OUT! Noilearth pulls up Ace and tosses him into the Wing Zero corner. Tag out to Zex.

Franks: We’ll have to see how Zex’s leg holds up.

Zex steps into the ring and works with Dante Noilearth executing a double suplex on Ace Wylde. Zex comes in for another pin fall…1...2...THR…KICK OUT! Zex waits for Ace Wylde to get to his feet and hits him with a jumping forearm smash to the face. Ace is backed against the ropes…Zex with a standing dropsault that sends Ace Wylde over the top rope! Follow up suicide plancha by Zex!

Franks: Looks like we have nothing to worry about. Zex’s leg appears to be fine.

Quadros: I think he was faking the injury last week!

Zex hopes up onto the barrier and poses for the fans while he waits for Ace to get up. He then runs towards Ace with a body splash off of the barrier but Wylde catches him! Belly-to-belly suplex onto the floor by Ace Wylde! Ace rolls Zex back into the ring and makes a cover! 1...2...KICK OUT! Ace Wylde turns Zex over into a single leg Boston Crab near his corner. Zex yells out in pain as the much bigger Ace Wylde applies some pressure. After a few moments in the hold, Ace doesn’t release it but he does reach out and tag in Dan Manheim. Still in the Boston Crab, Zex finds a nasty boot landing on top of his head by the legal Dan Manheim. Ace exits the ring and Manheim takes over.

Franks: Nightmare Inc. is isolating each Wing Zero member to beat them down.

Quadros: New Tag Team Champion soon, Carl. I can feel it.

Dan Manheim drops a couple more boots before laying one into Zex’s neck for a choke…1! 2! 3! 4! 4.5! Manheim picks up Zex by the throat and looks for a chokeslam…Zex with a counting arm drag! Dan pops back up…rolling kippu kick by Zex and Manheim lands across the middle rope! Zex looks out towards the crowd with a smile as Manheim his prone!

Franks: We all know what this means!

Zex runs towards Dan and kicks him square in the rear end…BUTT ZEX! Ace Wylde pops into the ring to break up Zex’s momentum! Dante Noilearth comes flying off the top rope connecting with a missile drop kick to Ace Wylde! Wylde is sent out of the ring again! As Dan Manheim is hobbling around the ring holding his rear end, Zex grabs him and sends him into the corner. Zex gets on all fours and Dante Noilearth uses his partner as a springboard to drop Dan Manheim out of the corner with a hurricane rana! Zex with a follow up shooting star press while Noilearth drops a front flip leg drop to Manheim’s head! THE ENDLESS WALTZ! Zex with the cover! 1!…2!…3!!! DING! DING! DING! “Miss Murder” by AFI kicks back up.

Franks: And Wing Zero retains the PWA Tag Team Titles!

Black Wing
Written by: Victoria & Liam

Wing Zero stand side by side holding their tag team titles above their heads as a defeated and deflated, the two tag team champions then look at Dan Manheim who is leaning in the turnbuckle, Zex nods at Dante and runs up behind him and charges at him smashing his knees into his spine, Dan falls to the floor, Zex rolls outside the ring and tosses a chair inside Dante picks it up and turns to Ace Wylde smashing the chair over his head, Ace crumbles to the floor as Zex takes another chair and rolls inside the ring.

Franks: I know Wing Zero are frustrated but this is taking things a little too far.

Quadros: Quit your moaning this is the sort of thing I like.

Manheim begins to get to his feet slowly as Wing Zero step either side of him a chair in each hand; Manheim gets to his feet as both Zex and Dante swing hitting him either side of his head with a con-chair-to!! Manheim falls to the mat unconscious as Wing Zero approach Ace Wylde, Dante applies a figure four neck lock to Wylde Zex smiles a sick smile and then locks on a figure four leg lock applying a move Wing Zero have named The Figure 8 theory the wrench back really putting a hurting to Ace when Hammerfist security come racing to the ring, Wing Zero flee to the outside leaving both Manheim and Wylde out cold in the ring.

Calling Out the Inferno
Written by: Paul

As Zex and Dante stand in the ring with the tag titles The lights go out in the arena as Decomposition of Human Race comes on the speakers. Spotlights shine on the entrance as a figure walks out looking down to the ground. The figure stands at the top of the ramp and starts to look up as the spotlights go out. A few seconds later a fireball shots into the air and lights come back on revealing The Angel of Death. The Angel stands at the top of the ramp and looks down at the ring.

The Angel: Inferno? Are you in there? Next week at Insomnia you and me will have the match that many thought would never be. Barbwire massacre. Angel vs Inferno. Don’t let me down. Don’t let your puppet try to take control of the strings.

The lights go out again and as they come up the ropes around the ring have been replaced by barbwire. The Angel laughs are heard over to speakers as he is no longer standing at the top of the ramp.

PWA Atlantic Championship
Pure Wrestling Match
Jason Sandman vs Reckless Jack
Written by: Andrew (match) & Josh (commentary)

Franks: Looks like the Project C fans are trying to be noticed again here Ray as they wave their signs in the air and erupt into a Project C chant.

Quadros: Project C…Project C…What? Sorry…I really hope these guys are coming in here to make an impact and rid us of ignorant sons a guns!

Franks: You would say that Ray…Well ladies and gentlemen this next match should be another solid one on this already wild and crazy Apotheosis.

Quadros: I smell a Gundan RTO victory.

Franks: I wouldn’t put my money on anything yet…Reckless Jack is the Atlantic Champion for a reason Ray. Well it looks like Layne Marshall is ready to introduce us to our competitors.

Quadros: You know…I think a monkey could do Layne’s job.

Layne Marshall: This next match is scheduled for a Pure Wrestling Rules match and is for the Premiere Wrestling ALLIANCE!!! ATLANTIC CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WORLD!!!! Making his way to the ring first the challenger…From Norfolk, Virginia standing in at 6 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 300 pounds…HE IS…THE CRIPPLER….JASON SANDMAN!!!!!!

(Back To The Primitive comes on speakers and as it begins Deal With It Bitch Productions Presents logo come on the Teletron. When the opening count is heard the name of Jason Sandman shows up on the teletron. Jason Sandman comes out of the entranceway and as he raises his singapore cane and a steel chair wrapped in barbwire in the air. Pyro shoots off. Jason Sandman runs down to the ring, throwing the cane and chair over before sliding under the ropes.)

Franks: Sandman looks like he’s ready to get his title back and we’ve seen this for the past few weeks as he’s looked more than impressive in all his matches as of late.

Quadros: Sandman is a bad dude, and when he shows up he’s going to knock you out.

Layne Marshall: And his opponent….THE CURRENT PWA ATLANTIC CHAMPION!!! From New York…He stands in at 6 feet tall and weighs 210 pounds….HE IS…YOUR PWA ATLANTIC CHAMPION….RECKLESS JACK!!!!

(The house lights shut down as the the lone cymbal beat followed by the thunderous start of "Downfall" by TRUSTcompany begins. Once the vocals of Kevin Palmer begin to take the arena over, red strobe light kicks up. The fans get on their feet as chorus starts. Red sparks fly down from the ceiling as the lights are back on. Reckless Jack stands admist the sparks with the PWA Atlantic Championship around his waist. He stares out into the crowd before throwing his arms out. Once he brings them back in, he starts to walk down to the ring, slapping hands with the many fans. Reckless Jack goes around ringside, still high fiving the fans until he has completed the trip around. He then walks up the ring steps and enters through the middle rope. Reckless Jack then goes to the closest turnbuckle and rips the title off of his waist, raising it into the air. A few fans take a picture as he hops off and does the same on the opposite side of the ring. Reckless Jack finally stands in the middle of the ring and places the title down. While his music fades away, he adjusts his kick pads before giving the Atlantic Title to the referee.)

Franks: Jack looks to be as determined as ever.

Quadros: To bad that’ll only get him so far Carl.

(Sahsa Brown shows the Atlantic Title to Jason, who nods slightly in acknowledgement, and then to Jack, who does the same, before handing it to a ring attendant while signalling the timekeeper to ring the opening bell. *Ding Ding* Sandman steps forward with a cruel grin, and motions RJ to come forward and bring it; the champ just smirks as he decides instead to circle his challenger. Jason shrugs and begins to stalk his opponent, before diving forward into an attempted double leg takedown; Jack deftly avoids this attack, and counters quickly into a front chancery. Not to be outdone, Sandman quickly reverses this into a grounded hammerlock, then adds a half-nelson and rolls Jack over onto his shoulders for the first pinfall attempt of the match: 1...Jack kicks out, and quickly scrambles to his feet, only to be taken back to the mat with a side headlock takedown. Jason begins to crank on the hold, but RJ maintains his composure, and responds by rolling over, and tilting his opponent's shoulders to the mat for his own pin attempt:1...Jason shifts his weight, rolling back on top of his foe while continuing to maintain the side headlock. Jack begins to squirm in discomfort, but is able to maneuver in such a way that he can reach up with his legs, and reverse into a headscissors. Jason, in turn, searches for a way to escape, but Jack maintains the hold, even as his opponent stands up in an attempt to escape. The challenger, though, isn't about to give up that easily, and rolls forward, somersaulting onto Jack and forcing his shoulders to the mat:1...2....Jack manages to bridge out of this predicament, then hooks his opponent by the arms, and tries to force him into a backslide; Jason, though, blocks this attempt and tries to take Jack over into a backslide of his own. Not to be outdone, RJ uses the momentum of this move to flip back onto his feet, and before Sandman can react, drops down into a perfectly executed Butterfly DDT!)

Franks: What a nice show of skill there by Reckless Jack ladies and gentlemen!!!

Quadros: To bad he has a better chance of finding a rare butterfly than connecting with a butterfly DDT again!

(As the crowd cheers Jack on, the champion rolls his opponent over, and applies a cover: 1....2....Kick Out! Undaunted, Jack simply waits for his opponent to rise, and then takes his his legs from under him with a nasty basement dropkick to the knee! Jason rolls on the canvas, clutching his knee, and the champion quickly takes advantage by grabbing the injured limb, and twisting into a high-angle single leg crab. The challenger's eyes bulge out in pain, and he desperately begins to claw his way toward the nearest set of ropes. Sandman makes pretty good progress, but Jack decides to make his job that much more difficult by converting the hold into an STF. Jason yells out in agony, but shakes his head when brown asks him if he wants to call it a night; instead, he simply redoubles his efforts, and after what seems like an eternity, is somehow able to reach out and grab the bottom cable. Jack releases the submission at the count of "four" as the crowd begins to break out into a "Let's Go RJ!" chant. )

Marshall: Ladies and gentlemen, Jason Sandman has used his first rope break. He has two rope breaks left.

Franks: Jack looking good still Ray as he forced Sandman to use one of his rope breaks there.

Quadros: So…He’s still got plenty left and he won’t use another one the rest of the match…AND YOU CAN TAKE THAT TO THE BANK SON!!!

Franks: Man…You’ve been watching to much BET lately.

Quadros: No…I heard that on The Real World and thought it sounded good.

(Jason gets up slowly, and appears to be limping; Jack takes advantage by firing a series of nasty shoot kicks aimed at the calf and knee reigon of his opponent; RJ then breaks out into a slight smile as bounces off the ropes and then charges into a running chop block that connects directly onto the back of the injured leg. Sandman crumples onto his back, and Jack quickly grabs the leg and attempts to apply a figure-four leglock. However, Sandman shows his resilience by reaching up and pulling his opponent into an inside cradle: 1...2...Kick Out. RJ appears to be unfazed as he quickly scrambles back to his feet and takes his opponent to the mat with a flying dropkick to the face just as the latter attempts to rise. Sandman collapses onto the mat, but, instead of going for the cover, RJ decides to try for the figure four once again; however, Jason still has the energy to fight off this attempt by reaching up with his free leg, and kicking RJ off of him with such force that the champion is sent flying, shoulder-first, into the ringpost!)

Quadros: You know what Carl…I’m tired of you getting the first word all the time so guess what…Sandman with the field goal and the crowd goes wild!!! Giants win!! GIANTS WIN!!! Brady is hurt!!! Brady is hurt!!

Franks: Intelligent, though with Jack growing up in New York…He probably just smiled at your comment.

(Sandman spends a moment trying to shake some feeling back into his leg, while RJ slowly crumples onto his back and clucthes at his shoulder. The RTO member makes his way over to where his opponent lies, and, with a nasty smirk, hauls Jack to his feet by the injured arm; he then twists it into a hammerlock, spins him around, and then plants him with a scoop slam that causes Jack to land directly onto his injured arm. Jack arches back in agony, and Sandman compounds his misery by delivering a series of hard stomps directly onto his opponent's shoulder area. Sandman takes another moment to shake some more feeling back into his knee, before hauling Jack back to his feet, and applying another hammerlock. The challenger then proceeds to chrage forward, causing his opponent to collide, shoulder-first against the corner ring post for the second time in the match! Jack lets out a blood-curdling cry, and is in no position to defend himself as Sandman drops down and rolls him up from behind: 1....2...Kick Out! Not looking all that surprised, Sandman simply grabs RJ by the targeted limb, and reapplies the kneeling hammerlock; this time, he adds a dragon sleeper, and leans back to apply even more pressure to the submission attempt.)

Franks: Sandman applying pressure here as Jack tries to free himself, but Sandman’s got this one locked in tight ladies and gentlemen.

Quadros: I heard this one on a movie…JASON SANDMAN IS ABOUT TO CHOKE A BITCH!!

Franks: He’s already choking him Ray…

Quadros: Well then…He’s about to do it again once this one is over with!

(RJ's eyes bugle out as he desperately searches for a way to counter the hold, but Sandman has it sunk in tight; and makes Jack's predicament even worse by adding a bodyscissors to the hold. RJ's eyes begin to glaze over, and Sasha checks to see if he's still conscious...hand falls once...twice...but it stays up when Brown checks for the third and final time. As the crowd breaks into a "Please Don't Tap" chant, RJ begins to claw his way toward the ropes, and is JUST able to drape his arm over the bottom strand using the last of his energy.)

Marshall: Reckless Jack has used his first rope break. He has two ropes left in this contest!

Quadros: I told Sandman wasn’t using another rope break Carl.

Franks: This match isn’t over yet Ray.

(Sandman glares at his rival as he releases the hold, but he quickly regains his cool as he hauls Jack to his feet by the hair; doubling him over with a kick to the ribs, Jason sinks in a front facelock, and proceeds to hoist him upside down. For a moment, it seems as though his bad leg might give way, but he manages to steady himself as he continues to hold him in the air for a while before finally dropping down to complete the delayed suplex. Jason then rolls over with a smile on his face, and applies the cover: 1......2......TH-NO! Shoulder Up! Sandman shakes his head and stares daggers at the ref, but Brown just shrugs, and informs Jason that his opponent did indeed kick out. Jason decides to continue to target his opponent's limb; applying yet another hammerlock, Jason then spins so that the two are back to back, then grabs his rival under the chin using his free arm, and proceeds to lift him into a modified Gory Lock! Sandman breaks into a cruel grin as he listens to Jack's cries of agony, but after a couple of moment, decides that he's had enough fun and sits out into a Gory neckbreaker! Sandman then rolls his opponent over, and applies what he obviously thinks is the final cover: 1.........2..........THREE!NO!WAIT! RJ KICKS OUT! RJ KICKS OUT!)

Franks: Close call there for Reckless Jack.

Quadros: Close call…That was a three count you are as blind and deaf as Helen Keller!!!

Franks: Ray I don’t think you should make comments like those…

Quadros: Well…SHE WAS!!!

(Sandman glares at the official, and then signals his intention to end the match once and for all. Hauling a woozy Jack to his feet, Sandman then springs off the ropes, and charges forward, trying to take his opponent's head off with his Venom's Strike Lariat. Somehow, Jack has the wherewithal to duck the attack, and, as Sandman spins around, takes him head-first to the canvas with his Straight-Edge Snapemare Driver! RJ takes a moment to shake clear the cobwebs, and then rolls over for the cover: 1....2....Kick Out. Jack shakes out his arm as he gets to his feet, and then makes his way to the turnbuckles, and climbs to the second rope; as Sandman struggles to his feet, he leaps onto the top rope, and flies off into the spectacular Quebrada Moonsault DDT that he calls the Failsafe! RJ lands hard on his injured arm, and winces in pain as he applies another cover: 1....2....THREEEENOOO! SHOULDER UP!)

Quadros: This ref is as blind as Ray Charles!!!

Franks: Ray Charles is dead Ray…

Quadros: So he’s even more blind then!

(As the crowd groans in frustration, RJ takes a deep breath as he tries to shake some feeling back into his injured arm, and then slowly climbs to his feet and watches Sandman slowly climb to his knees. Backing up a couple of steps, he then sprints forward, steps off Jason's knee, and just clobbers him with a shining wizard! The challenger collapses onto his face, and Jack rolls on top of him for another cover: 1...2...THREENOT QUITE! Reckless Jack looks like he's had quite enough, and gives the fans the throat-slash signal as he hauls Jason to his feet and sinks in a 3/4's facelock, in order to set up his Untitled Finale! Jason senses it coming, and manages to shove RJ face first into the turnbuckles. Before the champ can react, his challenger then shocks the world by running forward, and leaping into a dropkick that catches him squarely in the back of the head! RJ slumps to the mat, and Sandman crawls over, and applies the cover: 1....2....Kick Out!)

Franks: Good kickout there by Jack…I must say that this match may very well steal the show here tonight as both of these guys are putting everything on the line.

Quadros: You know…That was clearly a one count and we all know a one count means you ain’t jack.

Franks: Did you hear that on a tv show as well? Or was that from your book of insultful comments about the vision and hearing impaired?

(Jason looks like he's had just about enough of this and proceeds to pick Jack up by the scruff of the neck, and absolutely PLANT him with the Bitch What Chokebuster! Sandman then climbs to the top rope then amazes the crowd- and maybe even himself, by flying off into moonsault that connects squarely against his opponent's chest. Unfortunatly for Jason, his bad leg connects hard againt the mat, and it takes a moment for him to make the cover, with the hook of the leg: 1.....2.....THREEE! WAIT! WAIT SHOULDER UP! The challenger hisses a curse under his breath as he hauls his opponent back to his feet and shoves him roughly into the corner. Jason then proceeds to drive a series of hard shoulder thrusts into his opponent's bread basket, each one lifting Jack off of his feet. Sandman then scoops him off the ground, and places him onto the top rope, before climbing onto the second rope. It seems as though the challenger is about to go for his vaunted Moonsault Fallway Slam, but Jack begins to fight back with everything that he's got, and the two start trading forearms on the top rope as the crowd goes crazy. After a few moments, Jack stuns his opponent with a palm strike, giving him the opportunity to sink in a front facelock, and then, with a strength borne of adreniline, hosts the three-hundred pounder upside down, before dropping him head-first onto the top turnbuckle! ODE TO GENERICO! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!? Jack crashes hard to the arnea floor, while Jason collapses in a heap in the corner while the crowd goes completely insane!)

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Franks: Wow…Just wow is all I can say…Just when I thought this match couldn’t get any better!!!

(Jason lies inert, looking dead to the world, as Jack slowly and painfully climbs to his feet and then makes his way back to the top rope. RJ lets out a primal war cry as he leaps off, and drives both of his feet down into his opponent's head with an incredible corkscrew hangover legdrop! COVER:1..........2.............THREEEEEENO! NO! HOW!? HOW DID HE GET HIS FOOT ON THE ROPE!? RJ's mouth falls open in disbelief, and it takes a few moments for him to collect himself before can turn his attention back to Sandman. Jack then proceeds to sink in another 3/4 facelock, and then nails the Shiranui, before sinking in the modified Dragon Sleeper that serves as his primary finisher. Somehow, Jason still has the prensence of mind to reach out, and grab for the middle rope with both hands; Jack tries to pull him away, but Sandman won't be denied, and manages to grab onto the ropes using the last of his energy. )

Marshall: Ladies and gentlemen, Jason Sandman has used his final rope break!

Franks: I thought Sandman wasn’t using another rope break Ray?

Quadros: That move was illegal as my Grandfather who first came to this country!!!

Franks: Ladies and gentlemen…Just when you think you’ve seen and heard it all…Ray Quadros insults himself!

Quadros: No I didn’t!

( Jack looks to the rafters in frustration, and then glares at Jason as his rival staggers drunkenly to his feet. He then lets out another loud war cry as he slingshots himself off of the ropes, and into a satellite headscissors, spinning arund Jason in order to build even greater momentum for the follow-up DDT; however, despite the crap-kicking that he's sustained, Jason is SOMEHOW able to guage the mmentum of this move, and then turn it into a spinning version of the Air Raid Crash that he calls THE CRIPPLING EFFECT! THUMP! Jack crashes head first into the mat, and Jason uses the absolute last bit of strength to drape his arm over his oppponent:1...........................2........................THEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Both men lie virtually unconscious on the mat as Sasha Brown takes the Atlantic belt, and places it in Jason's hands!)

Franks: SANDMAN WINS!!! SANDMAN REGAINS THE TITLE!!! WHAT A MATCH LADIES AND GENTLEMEN..

Quadros: I told you the entire time he was going to win!!!

Layne Marshall: YOUR WINNER....AND NEW ATLANTIC CHAMPION.....JASON SANDMAN!!!!!!!!!!!

Franks: Sandman able to regain the title he held two months ago here tonight ladies and gentlemen in an awesome match up. These two put their bodies on the line tonight and both can hold their heads high after that great showing!

Quadros: You mean Sandman can hold his head high.

Franks: No Ray….That match could have gone either way!!! What an exciting night so far ladies and gentlemen…We’ll be right back!

Seppuku? Or Total Redemption? That... Is Question Too!
Written by: Jason

Cut to the backstage area. Once again, we see the Seiryuu still dressed in ceremonial samurai attire walking the hallways of Estadio Felix Sanchez. The look of discontent is back on his face as he walks toward an unknown destination. That is... until he corsses paths with the person that defeated him last week, Jake Keeton. The two stare at one another as the Seiryuu addresses him.

Jiraiya Kaito: You just who I look for.

A smirk comes across Keeton's face as he responds back.

Jake Keeton: I see you've come to get your ass kicked again. I'll have no problem doing that to ya... again!

Jiraiya Kaito: Silence, gaijin! That not why I here!

Jake Keeton: Then what the hell do you want with me? Can't you see I'm preparin' to kick Nighthawk's ass clear across this pathetic excuse for a country!?

The Seiryuu takes a deep breath before explaining himself to Keeton.

Jiraiya Kaito: Simple. I ask favor of you.

He unsheathes his katana, which causes Jake Keeton to take a few steps back.

Jake Keeton: And what the hell do you plan on doing with that!?

Jiraiya Kaito: Approach me and I tell you.

Keeton obliges and approaches the Seiryuu, but with caution as he doesn't know what to expect from this.

Jiraiya Kaito: Tonight... you have privilege to face Naitohooku in battle for something that use to be mine... PWA Raito Hebiiueeto taitoru. It suppose to be my battle, but you defeat me and end my quest for total redemption.

Jake Keeton: And?

Jiraiya Kaito: But my quest do not end just yet. I still have chance to accomplish task.

A hint of confusion appears on Jake Keeton's face as he's unsure of how to respond to that.

Jake Keeton: How? You're not in the match. Or are you!?

Jiraiya Kaito: Iie. I still not in battle. Battle remain between youself and Naitohooku. However... that is where my chance for total redemption reside.

Still, Jake Keeton remains in confusion. Although now, it's even more present than before.

Jiraiya Kaito: I put my faith in you, Jeiku Kiiton. Finish what I start. Face Naitohooku in battle. Defeat him once and for all. Take away one thing he hold so close to his heart... PWA Raito Hebiiueeto taitoru. Show him... that he is NOT best Raito Hebiiueeto competitor in entire world!

Now, the Seiryuu has Jake's full attention as he nods in complete agreement with him.

Jiraiya Kaito: You do this... and I achieve total redemption. And you... present with opportunity to restore true honor to PWA Raito Hebiiueeto taitoru!

Jake Keeton: I'll have no problems kicking Nighthawk's ass! That title is as good as mine already!

The Seiryuu points the tip of the katana toward Jake's neck as he responds.

Jiraiya Kaito: Good. For if you fail... I... KILL YOU!!!

Without another word being spoken, the Seiryuu returns his sword to its sheath and walks off, leaving Jake Keeton in a state of shock. But that shock is only temporary as Jake refocuses on his task at hand... defeating Nighthawk and humiliating him in front of the fans at Estadio Felix Sanchez. He psyches himself up as the scene ends.

A Thin Clear Line
Written by: Okori

As Nighthawk and his wife Sin stand outside the freight entrance to Estadio Felix Sanchez, grinning even as they are almost glistening with sweat due to the humidity and hot temperatures in this island climate, the newly-polished silver of the PWA World Light Heavyweight Title glows in the light and draws the attention of more than a few passersby. Clad in matching Superman T-shirts, a white pencil skirt for Sin and blue jean shorts for Nighthawk, and work boots for both, the “Wrestling Machine” puts his Light Heavyweight Title on his shoulder.

Nighthawk: “I have 2 wives Jake. You will never know the passion I feel for the first, but as far as the second is concerned, she has been passed around between everyone in the back at some point or another. But here’s the problem. While my first wife rubs my shoulders and makes me hot sandwiches when I feel sick, my second wife would have no problem if I vomited in front of her. In fact she pushes me to keep on going no matter how bad I may feel, or whether or not I even can go.

As a matter of fact this wife of mine seems to enjoy it most when I’m in pain. She has made me face men twice my size with a broken arm, made sure I walked out of rings bleeding like a stuck pig or almost unconsious, and there have been times in the past when I have wanted nothing more than to leave her for good. However do you know what happens every time I try Jake? She gives me a souvenir to remind me that, despite it all, she still loves me. The latest one of these is this…. (Nighthawk slaps his shoulder where the Light Heavyweight Title is.) And do you know what I intend to do? I intend to hold onto this belt as long as I possibly can, until she has no choice but to admit she loves me. My second bride is wrestling Jake. I will make sure she loves me. And you? You’re going to know what it feels like to have a broken heart. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

PWA World Light Heavyweight Championship
Jake Keeton vs Nighthawk
Written by: Okori (match) & Neil (commentary)

Ring Announcer Layne Marshall: “This next contest is scheduled for one fall with an 80-minute time limit.”

(A hush fills the arena and a mixed reaction of mostly cheers echoes from the crowd as "Game On" by Disciple hits the PA. Jake Keeton slowly emerges through the curtains with his full attention focused on the upcoming match. He walks down the ramp barely acknowledging the fans as he steps into the ring and begins to stretch.)

Franks: Jake Keeton has been on a roll all tournament and now he has his eye on the prize.

Quadros: Of course he's been on a roll. You'd say the same thing no matter who won the tournament.

(As Jake Keeton stands in the corner, the lights dim slowly over the arena as the opening instrumentation of "Holding Out For A Hero” by Emery plays over the arena's soundspeakers. Walking through the ringside curtain Nighthawk walks to the ring with a wide smile on his face, shaking hands with fans all the way through his entrance with the PWA Light Heavyweight Title over his shoulder. Climbing into the ring Nighthawk walks across the top strand of rope about halfway before jumping into the ring where he quickly goes to a corner and crouches down, focusing on his game plan.)

Layne Marshall: “Introducing first in the corner to my right.. the challenger. From Lexington, Kentucky he is the winner of the PWA Light Heavyweight Tournament. Weighing in at 226 pounds…. “The All American Nightmare” Jake Keeton!”

(As Jake Keeton remains in the corner, his face a mask of concentration, the crowd cheers happily in appreciation and tosses in white, black, and gold streamers.)

Layne Marshall: “And his opponent in the corner to my left. From Chicago, Illinois, and weighing in at 185 pounds… the current reigning & defending PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion… “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk!”

(As Nighthawk removes his PWA World Light Heavyweight Title from over his shoulder the crowd showers the ring with blue and white streamers, and immediately chants “Best in the World” at the Light Heavyweight Champion.)

Quadros: We'll see about that!

(As Nighthawk steps into the center of the ring and to the left of referee Jose Betancourt, holding on to one strap of the PWA World Light Heavyweight Title while Jake holds onto the other strap from the right side, the small army of photographers at the front row begin taking pictures of the 2 men who will be competing against each other for the championship belt. Now that the photo opportunity is finished Nighthawk and Jake retreat to their respective corners, both men removing their ring jackets as they prepare themselves for the math. And as the referee rings the bell Nighthawk and Jake step into the middle of the ring and shake hands. Within seconds of that though both men go for a collar-and-elbow tie-up and begin jockeying for position, Jake using his sizable strength advantage to come out of it with an armwringer. Wrenching the armwringer in tight the Lexington native tries to turn it into a top wristlock which he gets and goes for a back heel trip which the Chicago native blocks by widening his stance and doing a deep knee bend, coming out the other end with a close-grip armlock known as a courting hold. Firing off an armdrag from that position Nighthawk holds Jake’s arm straight as he goes to the ground and quickly straightens it back out and steps back up into a standing armwringer of his own, leaving Jake to just push Nighthawk away while he leans against the ropes.)

Franks: Good early action that so far is favoring Nighthawk.

Quadros: Yeah but unlike some of Nighthawk's opponents, Jake Keeton can match him technically if he has to.

(Stepping back into the center of the ring Jake quickly gets in low to the ground and picks the ankle of the “Wrestling Machine”, hitting a textbook single-leg takedown and quickly rolling into a grounded toe-and-ankle hold, cinching it in tight as Nighthawk tries to push himself up on his elbows to loosen the pressure somewhat. Finally getting up to somewhat of a seated position the Chicago native looks first left than right in an effort to distract the Kentucky native which he finally does, using that momentary opportunity to quickly release his foot from the hold and hit a nip-up into a seesaw sunset flip that is known as a Rana Invertida that gets a quick 1-count. Slowing the pace down the “All-American Nightmare” hits a double-leg takedown almost as soon as Nighthawk gets to his feet and quickly fires him over with a fireman’s carry on top of that, floating up the body of the Light Heavyweight Champion as he does so as if to prove he can do this any time he wants while Nighthawk looks up at Jake with a bemused expression on his face.)

Franks: Keeton seems to have shocked Nighthawk with those flurry of moves.

Quadros: I told you he could go.

(Slowly getting back to his feet the Chicago native tries to think of what he is going to do now, eventually getting down on all fours and daring Jake to try and turn him over again. But once the “All-American Nightmare” gets the beginnings of a waistlock going the Hell Brothers member simply slips out of the grip and leapfrogs the Kentucky native, crawling under a confused Jake on the rebound. As Jake turns around Nighthawk hits a tilt-a-whirl into a schoolboy cradle on the rebound, getting a 2-count. Quickly getting back to his feet the “Wrestling Machine” is caught with another fireman’s carry and taken down to the mat, where he is quickly pulled into a chinlock. Posting his knee in between the shoulders of the Light Heavyweight Champion Jake appears to be thinking about firing a crossface forearm from this position but decides against it, instead applying the chinlock in again. Cinching it in tight the “All-American Nightmare” wraps his fingers underneath the chin only to see Nighthawk tuck his head to escape the chinlock and get back to his feet hitting a stepover armdrag that sends Jake rolling to the outside to catch his breath.)

Franks: As Nighthawk picks up the pace, this second wind could be beneficial to the older Jake Keeton.

Quadros: Nighthawk better keep his guard up because Keeton is a veteran in his own right. He's proven that so far.

(Slowly stepping back into the ring Jake tries for another collar-and-elbow tie-up and this time manages to come out of it with a hammerlock, pushing his leg down over the neck of Nighthawk to apply a hold known in Mexico as the Media Cerrajera. Trying to reverse his way out of the hold the Light Heavyweight Champion grits his teeth and applies a cravate to the ankle of the “All-American Nightmare” in an effort to get him to loosen the hold. Holding on tight to the cravate the “Wrestling Machine” eventually gets the Kentucky native to release the standing leg scissor portion of the hold leaving the Hell Brothers member the easy opening to counter out of the hammerlock by using his advantage in speed to hit a snapmare. Quickly going back to the fast pace that he seems intent on setting the Chicago native grabs an armbar for just a second before hitting a back heel trip and posting the arm flat, floating over to the other side and getting back to his feet and hitting a ropewalk into a springboard armdrag on the same arm.)

Franks: Listen to this crowd! What a move by Nighthawk!

Quadros: Show off!

(Trying desperately to use his advantage in speed Nighthawk hits a bodyscissors into an armdrag that sends Jake into a corner where the Chicago native rushes him, quickly walking up Jake’s chest and standing on his shoulders to hit a headscissors from that position. But just as soon as the Light Heavyweight Champion tries again Jake cuts him off with an expertly timed double-leg takedown, quickly applying a headscissors when he’s done with that. Posting his forearms on the shoulders of the Chicago native which serves the dual purpose of getting rid of the possibility of Nighthawk simply bridging out of the hold and also applying more force to the hold Jake hooks in the headscissors tight the Kentucky native then reaches forward and grabs the ankles and calves of the “Wrestling Machine” and pulls up, elevating Nighthawk up and drawing a sympathetic groan from the crowd as the muscles of Light Heavyweight Champion’s tense with every inch his body is unwillingly raised in the air. But as the “All-American Nightmare” seems intent on working over the legs of the Chicago native in an attempt to slow him down he pulls him up so high that he leaves him an opening to slip out the back door of the headscissors and get to his knees, nodding his head in respect at what Jake just did to him.)

Quadros: Ah ha! Nighthawk might have to go back to the tape to watch that escape.

(Gingerly getting to his feet Nighthawk tries to quicken the pace one more time, running the ropes looking to hit another casadora. But this time Jake is ready and counters the bodyscissors into a wheelbarrow suplex, following that up with a kneedrop to the chin followed by a short forearm to the face. Pulling up the Light Heavyweight Champion by a lock of his cherry bomb-red hair Jake fires off 2 quick forearms to the top of the chest, one with his left and one with his right, before hitting a textbook butterfly lock and holding onto it just long enough to quickly transition into a butterfly suplex from that position that gets a 2-count. Keeping the pace down to a reasonable level the “All-American Nightmare” pulls Nighthawk back up to his feet and hits a bridging German Suplex, rolling over into another wheelbarrow suplex that drops the Light Heavyweight Champion right on the crown of his head.)

Franks: Oh!

Quadros: Come on Keeton! Get some revenge of Kaito!

(Trying to draw a submission Jake floats up the body of Nighthawk and applies a grounded sleeper hold, trying to put his forearm underneath the jawbone of the World Light Heavyweight Champion to put even more pressure on the hold. Leaning forward the Kentucky native cinches in the hold ever tighter, finally getting the forearm just where he wanted it to be. Fighting desperately to figure a way out of this the Chicago native tilts his head to the left to try and loosen the pressure on the hold, eventually getting to his feet after much effort. Firing off a short elbow to the midsection to break the hold Nighthawk tries to run the ropes looking to hit a palm strike only to get caught with a overhead belly-to-belly suplex on the rebound. Covering quickly Jake gets a two-count off that.)

Franks: Close two-count!

Quadros: Keep up the tempo Keeton.

(Quickly pulling Nighthawk up to his feet by his long hair Jake hits a forearm to the lower back followed by a Gory Special. Applying a chinlock to put extra pressure on the hold the “All-American Nightmare” pulls as tight as he can on the Gory Special, grinning as the Light Heavyweight Champion screams out in pain. Desperately trying to get his feet out of the hold and counter his way out that way the “Wrestling Machine” finally finds himself able to do just that before Jake catches him as he tries to flip over and hits an electric chair drop. Picking the Light Heavyweight Champion up and whipping him into the ropes Jake hits a perfect dropkick to the face, snapping the head back of the Hell Brothers member.)

Franks: Jake Keeton is feeling it now.

Quadros: And Nighthawk got all of that drop kick to the face!

(Looking to apply a submission Jake sits on one side of Nighthawk and using his near arm encircles the Light Heavyweight Champion in a head lock position and grabs his near wrist, bending the arm upwards. Then, the “All-American Nightmare” maneuvers his other arm through the "hole" created by the Chicago native’s bent wrist, and locks his hand upon his own wrist, then pulls the Hell Brothers member forward, causing pressure on the arm and neck of the “Wrestling Machine”. Pulling forward tight to try and make sure the hold is perfect the Kentucky native leans up until just about his entire torso is perpendicular to the mat, leaving Nighthawk an opening to sweep his legs out and roll him over into a crucifix that gets a flash 2-count. Quickly trying to get something going Nighthawk is quickly cut off at the pass by Jake who lands a leaping boot to the chin followed by a snap folding powerbomb that gets a 2-count.)

Franks: Another near fall! Clutch kick out by Nighthawk!

(Quickly climbing to the second turnbuckle the Kentucky native drops a massive elbowdrop right to the pit of the chest followed by a grounded abdominal stretch. Once he has the hold all the way applied the “All-American Nightmare” begins firing rapid-fire barrages of closed fists to the stomach with his free hand, grinning as the Light Heavyweight Champion begins to wince openly from the constant shots. Now looking to focus his attention on the opening that the Chicago native gave him Jake whips Nighthawk into the corner and feints a handspring elbow, landing on the ring apron right next to the turnbuckle post. But as the “All-American Nightmare” flips back in looking for the elbow he was trying to land earlier the “Wrestling Machine” catches him with a thoroughly massive palm strike to the face, causing Jake’s body to lurch forward for a minute as Nighthawk drops to the mat face-first.)

Quadros: Closed fist!

Franks: That was a palm strike, idiot. Get them straight.

(Slowly struggling to his feet Nighthawk is once again cut off by Jake who fires him into the corner again and pulls him to the top rope looking for an inverted crucifix powerbomb which Nighthawk counters by standing on the shoulders of the “All-American Nightmare” and firing off a quick headscissors from that position, using the opening he was given to hit a superkick followed by a standing hurricanrana for a 2-count. Trying to up the pace again Nighthawk hits a sniper-perfect flipping dropkick to the jaw followed by a standing moonsault. Going up to the top rope the Light Heavyweight Champion looks back to measure his distance before flying off and hitting a rounding moonsault for a 2-count.)

Franks: Massive moonsault by Nighthawk with a clutch kick out by Jake Keeton!

Quadros: Now that was close!

(But as Nighthawk tries to pull Jake to his feet Jake cuts him off with a headbutt to the abdomen and drops him right on his head with a Saito Suplex. Covering the “All-American Nightmare” gets an easy 1-2-3.)

Layne Marshall: “Ladies and Gentlemen…. The Winner of the match and new PWA World Light Heavyweight Chaampion… “The All-American Nightmare” Jake Keeton.”

He Will Be Hurt
Written by: Danny

Backstage at Apotheosis, Chris Wilkins is preparing for his match. Sitting down in his locker room, he has a Chris Wilkins T-shirt hanging next to him and is currently putting on his boots. After lacing up his right boot, he looks up to see Miranda Buck standing next to him.

Chris: Yes?

Miranda: Hi, Chris, I was just wondering if I could get your thoughts before your match against JJ Biggs.

Chris: My thoughts?

Miranda: Yes, what are you thinking right now? What's your plan to beat Biggs? How confident are you that you'll win?

Chris: How confident am I? Extremely. I know that JJ Biggs doesn't stand a chance. I will beat him. I will break him. Like I said last week, I'm not looking to put on a good match tonight. I'm just looking to hurt JJ Biggs.

Miranda: And how do you plan on doing that?

Chris: By doing what I do best. Breaking him down so that nothing else is left but a shell of the Featured Attraction.

At that moment, Jessi Colter comes into the locker room. She looks from Chris to Miranda and hugs Chris.

Jessi: Are you ready?

Chris: Yeah. Now, if you'll excuse me, Miranda, I got a fellow PWA Superstar to break.

With that, Chris grabs his shirt off the hanger and slips it on. He leaves the two girls standing in the locker room.

Miranda: Jessi, what are you feeling going into this match? Do you think Chris will win?

Jessi stares at her for a second before answering.

Jessi: Yes, Miranda, I know that Chris will win. But, I also have a feeling that he's going to get hurt.

Jessi turns and follows Chris out of the locker room.

Steel Cage Match
JJ Biggs vs Chris Wilkins
Written by: Danny

Franks: Up next, it's the cage match between Chris Wilkins and JJ Biggs. While we wait for the ring crew to set up the cage, let's talk a little about the battle between these two. Ray?

Quadros: It all started when Michael Bourne bought the PWA out from under Chris Wilkins. From that moment, Bourne has tired to destroy Wilkins. And when The Butcher took over for Bourne, Bourne got JJ Biggs on his side to help take out Wilkins.

Franks: And since our last PPV, Redemption, where Wilkins beat Biggs, Biggs has been on a quest to hurt him.

Quadros: JJ's been trying for weeks to get Wilkins agree to a rematch and it's finally going to happen!

"Bleed it Out" by Linkin Park begins to play in the Estadio Felix Sanchez as the fans stand up and cheer. The chorus begins, a blast of fireworks go off from the stage, and Chris Wilkins, with Jessi Colter, appears from the back. Looking out over the crowd, before settling his look on the cage. Leading Jessi down to ringside, Chris looks ready to fight. Stopping right outside the cage, his named is announced.

Marshall: From Ogden, Utah, weighting 175 pounds, CHRIS WILKINS!

Raising one arm in response to the fans, Chris quickly gives Jessi a kiss. Taking off his T-shirt, he climbs into the cage. As he checks the cage to make sure it's firmly in place, "Voices" by Disturbed begins to play. Coming out to a chorus of boos from the fans, JJ Biggs walks out from the back. With Michael Bourne by his side, JJ slaps his chest twice with his right hand, makes a fist, and raises it above his head. Continuing down to the ring, they stop right before the ring. Locking his eyes with the gaze from Chris Wilkins, JJ has his name announced.

Marshall: And his opponent, from Miami, Florida, weighting 297 lbs, JJ BIGGS!

With the fans continuing to boo him, JJ has one person clapping for him, Michael Bourne. Climbing into the ring, Biggs and Wilkins still haven't taken their eyes off each other.

Franks: Do you feel the hatred these two have each other?

Quadros: Yes, I do. I also feel the beating that Wilkins is about to receive.

Franks: There's the bell and this match has begun! The referee, to count a pinfall if there is one, for this match is Steve Upshaw.

With the bell rung, Chris and JJ begin to circle each other, both of them with their backs to the cage. With a burst of speed, Chris runs at JJ, jumps into the air, and lands a forearm onto the head of JJ Biggs, knocking him back into the cage. Without missing a beat, Chris lays into JJ with punches to the head. He lands four before JJ manages to push him away. Wilkins stumbles back a bit but runs right back at JJ. Landing another forearm to Biggs's head, Chris changes directions, and goes down low, with a dropkick to the knee of JJ Biggs. Biggs grabs onto the ropes to help him stay up as Chris lands another dropkick to the knee. Taking a step back, Chris soccer kicks Biggs in the knee, finally knocking the bigger man to his knees on the mat. Taking another step back, Chris runs at JJ and dropkicks him in the knee again, completely knocking JJ to the mat. But before he can continue the attack, the referee pushes Chris back so he can check on JJ.

Franks: Referee Upshaw is doing the right thing here.

Quadros: He should DQ Wilkins! JJ Biggs has a messed up knee and he can't go after his knee like that!

Franks: Why not?

Quadros: I don't know, it's just wrong.

Without waiting for the referees OK, Chris walks back over to JJ and kicks him in the knee again. Pushing the referee away, Wilkins ignores the refs warning. Grabbing onto JJ's hurt leg, Wilkins pulls him away from the arms and towards the center of the ring. Kicking him in the tight, Chris goes to put a submission on JJ but Biggs manages to kick him away. Getting to his knees, JJ blocks a kick that was aimed for his head. Blocking another one, JJ finally gets back to his feet. Chris tries to kick him again but Biggs catches his foot. Chris attempts an enzuigiri but JJ ducks the kick to the head. Still with a hold of Chris's leg, JJ shakes his head at Wilkins before trying to clothesline Chris. But, Chris ducked it, dropped to his feet, and sweeps the feet out from under JJ!

Franks: Biggs thought that he would finally get the advantage, trying to take off Wilkins's head with a clothesline, but Chris uses his speed and JJ is back on the mat.

Quadros: Lucky break.

Bouncing off the ropes, Chris drops a leg across the throat of JJ Biggs. He turns his attention back to the leg, picking it up off the mat. Kicking him in the thigh again, he steps over the leg, and drops his full body weight on the knee. Grabbing the leg again, Chris places it on the ropes. Running towards the other side, he bounces off the ropes, runs back at JJ, and jumps onto the knee. Placing his knee back on the rope, Chris steps onto it, grabs the rope for support, and bounces up and down on the leg. Chris steps up from the leg of JJ to the second rope, bounces up off that, lands on the top rope, and jumps backwards, landing on the head and chest of JJ Biggs.

Franks: Springboard moonsault! Chris Wilkins is rolling here.

Instead of attempting a pinfall, Chris goes back to attacking leg. Dragging Biggs back to the middle of the ring, Chris drops an elbow to the inside thigh. Grabbing the legs again, Chris attempts another step over, but JJ manages to reach up, and shove Chris away. Wilkins tries to return to the attack but Biggs kicks him away. JJ is at his knees now. Chris runs at him and tries to knock him back down but JJ moves out of the way. Both men get to their feet at the same time. Wilkins runs at JJ but JJ moves out of the way and shoves him into the cage. Chris bounces off the cage, turns around, and runs into a big boot from JJ. Rubbing his knee, JJ starts to kick Chris while he's on the ground. Picking him up, JJ lifts Chris up so that he's on his shoulders.

Franks: Into the cage! JJ Biggs just threw Chris Wilkins's head into the cage.

Quadros: I believe that Chris Wilkins is busted open.

Franks: You would be correct. The blood is flowing from Wilkins's head. And JJ Biggs is kicking him in the head.

After kicking Chris in the forehead a couple times, JJ drops to the mat, grabs Chris's face, and begins to rub it into the mat. Still with a hold of Chris's hair, JJ picks him up. Biggs yells into Wilkins's face, telling him that he's the Featured Attraction and that Chris doesn't matter. Slamming his face into the steel cage, the blood is now flowing freely from the face of Chris Wilkins. JJ doesn't seem to care as he slams Chris's face repeatingly into the cage. Picking him up again, Biggs powerslams Chris to the mat. Laying the boots into him again, JJ still has a slight limp in his one leg. Chris tries to take advantage of this but the blood blocks his view and he misses. JJ stomps on him before picking him back up. Throwing Chris into the corner, JJ follows with a body splash. Watching Chris fall to the mat, JJ walks over to the door, yelling at the ref to open the door, JJ stomps once more on Chris before trying to leave the cage. With Michael Bourne cheering him on from the outside, JJ tells him that he's got this one. As he puts one foot outside of the cage door, he tries to put the other one out, but can't!

Franks: Chris Wilkins stopped JJ Biggs from escaping the cage! Biggs had one foot out but Wilkins is pulling him back him!

Quadros: He can't do that.

Franks: Why not? Better than just letting him walk out the door.

Quadros: He just can't.

Chris, still laying on the mat, manages to pull JJ into the ring, as the referee closes the door. JJ looks down at the bloody Chris and stomps on his arms. Picking up Chris again, JJ Irish whips him into the ropes. Bouncing back at him, Chris is leveled with a clothesline. Once again, JJ picks up Wilkins by the hair. Chris tries to break out of the hold by punching JJ in the gut. Biggs doubles over for a second but still has a hold of Chris's hair. Following another punch to the gut, JJ pulls harshly on Chris's hair and slams him down to the mat. Chris manages to kick JJ in the hurt knee, which sends JJ into the ropes for support. Wilkins is almost back to his feet, with his face covered in blood. JJ bounces off the ropes, grabs Wilkins neck, and swings it around in a neckbreaker. Once again picking up him, JJ throws Chris into the cage. But Chris grabbed onto!

Franks: Chris Wilkins is holding onto the cage for dear life!

Quadros: He's running like a little bitch.

JJ runs at Chris, but gets kicked in the head. With JJ so close, Chris wares his legs around the neck of Biggs, and hurricanarana's him to the mat! Both men are on the mat now. The referee is checking on both men. Chris is onto his hands and knees. JJ slowly follows. They both get to their feet at the same time. JJ tries to punch Chris but it gets blocked. JJ tries another punch but it gets blocked again. Chris kicks JJ in the knee, runs around him, and jumps up onto the cage! Chris begins to climb up but JJ grabs him from behind. Climbing up next to him, both men are now on the cage. JJ with a forearm to the back of Chris.

Franks: JJ Biggs is trying to German Suplex Chris Wilkins off the cage.

Quadros: Do it! End his career!

No! Chris blocks it. JJ with another forearm to the back. Followed by another. Grabbing his head, JJ slams Chris's face into cage again.

Franks: The referee needs to stop this match now! Chris Wilkins can't see with all the blood flowing from his face.

Quadros: Oh, who cares? If he's as great as he claims to be, he shouldn't need to see to beat anybody.

With one arm wrapped around Chris's waist and one holding onto the cage, JJ is trying to yank Chris off the cage. Figuring out that it's not working, JJ drops off the cage, grabs Chris, and yanks him down! Chris's throat slams into the top rope. Biggs turns him around...Shockwave!

Franks: JJ with the pin...one...two...NO! Chris Wilkins kicked out.

Quadros: I don't believe it. What a slow count by the referee.

Slamming his hands in to the mat, JJ gets to his feet, picks up Chris, and throws him as hard as he can into the cage! Grabbing Chris before he can fall to the mat, JJ picks him up...BIGGS IMPLANT!

Franks: That had to be the hardest cage shot and Biggs Implant I've ever seen. Chris Wilkins is knocked out cold, there's no way he'll kick out.

Quadros: And here's the pin...one...two...three! JJ Biggs gets the win.

As "Voices" begins to play again and Michael Bourne gets into the ring, JJ Biggs stands over the fallen Chris Wilkins. With his hand raised in victory, JJ Biggs finally looks up at the booing crowd.

Quadros: He did it! I told you that Biggs would get his revenge on Chris Wilkins!

Marshall: Here is the winner of the match...JJ BIGGS!

The Next Contender?
Written by: Neil

Wren Chesney and Victor Cornelius Roberts are seen backstage all nice and comfortable on a beige leather sofa in front of a wide screen television set. The two Board of Director members that are Hell bent on taking over the promotion so far are enjoying the proceedings despite the return of Commissioner Butcher. Wren nods with a large smile over her face as she watches JJ Biggs celebrate his victory over Chris Wilkins.

Wren: See, I told Chris Wilkins that he was a nobody. JJ Biggs just annihilated him in front of the whole world.

VCR: Yes, my dear, you do know how to pick talent.

Wren: You’re damn right I do! I said JJ Biggs was the future of this company he and proved that he is indeed PWA’s ‘Featured Attraction.’ Even with his ex-wife in a hospital bed after an overdose, the man still preformed. Remind me to congratulate him and send his ex-wife some flowers.

“Oh you’re such a caring person, Wren.”

Wren Chesney and her husband VCR sneer over towards the doorway where the sarcastic voice came from. Standing there, unannounced, is Commissioner Butcher with a bit of a head hunter’s glare beaming down towards the two that had him arrested and locked up in a Mexico jail for nearly a month.

The Butcher: I wished you would have shown me such compassion while I was locked away.

Wren: Apparently you’ve had enough compassion from the Mexican authorities, Butcher, or else you wouldn’t be here. If I ran that country I would have had you euthanized like the dog that you are!

The Butcher: Believe me, Wren, there was no compassion for me in Mexico. I was only humbled by the experience but now I’m back…ready to humble YOU.

Ms. Chesney scoffs at this statement as the nerdy VCR appears to be shaken up by the Commissioner’s presence. After all, he was the one who had The Butcher arrested thanks to an outstanding warrant.

Wren: You’ve been gone too long, Butcher. You’re out of the loop. This company moved on while you were busy tying a string to your soap. Victor and myself, we’ve been here. We’ve seen the wrestlers perform in front of our very eyes. We know who’s worth a damn around here while you have no clue. Just do us all a favor and resign with whatever dignity you have left.

The Butcher: Oh, you should know by now I’m not that easy to get rid of. See, I all ready have plans set for this month and next. I all ready have the next #1 Contender lined up to face Jostrodomus when he wins tonight.

Wren: You really are out of it, Butcher. You’re sophomoric wigger pal Jostrodomus is going to get his ass handed to him by Terminus once again, successfully ending his LAST opportunity for the PWA Heavyweight Championship. I all ready have Terminus’ next opponent prepared and his name is JJ Biggs. Surely, Mr. Biggs will put up a better fight than your idiot friend Jostrodomus.

Commissioner Butcher seems slightly amused by this choice in the next #1 Contender.

The Butcher: JJ Biggs you say? Interesting choice, Wren. Too bad the fans who fill the arenas, buy the merchandise, and order pay-per-views will never consider JJ Biggs a legitimate contender if you just hand him the shot. You of all people should know that right, Victor? Tell the woman how business works.

VCR: Gulp…uh, um…by my calculations the, uh, PWA fans would prefer a #1 Contender match.

Wren: Who the Hell’s side are you on, Victor? For Christ sake! Fine! If JJ Biggs has to prove himself to all of you with a stupid match, bring it on. I’m all ready satisfied with his demolition of Chris Wilkins tonight!

The Butcher: I knew you’d see it my way, Wren. I have somebody special in mind. Somebody that JJ Biggs has a history with. A person that Mr. Biggs, fears…honors…and respects. I’m talking about JIRAIYA KAITO.

Ms. Chesney and VCR look to be visibly distraught by the Commissioner’s choice. A man The Butcher nearly killed a year ago in the ring is now somebody that he’s willing to go out on a limb for?

Wren: The little Chinese guy who wanted to kill himself earlier? Him?!

The Butcher: Yep. And for your information he’s Japanese and by the end of Violation 18, Kaito will be the new #1 Contender.

Wren: If he even makes it to the ring! And even then, JJ Biggs will surely destroy him like he did to Chris Wilkins. It’s only a matter physical make-up. That suicidal shrimp Kaito is half the size of JJ Biggs. It’s a complete mismatch!

The Butcher: Size has nothing to do with it, Wren. You should know that by now after being married to the 2-incher VCR.

VCR: Hey!

Wren: You shut the Hell up, Butcher!

The Butcher: I could sit here all night and berate your husband but I have a show to run. I hope you enjoy the rest of the evening, Wren. I know I’ll be watching Jostrodomus regain the PWA Heavyweight Title and then next week I’ll watch Kaito win the #1 Contendership over your ‘boy’ JJ Biggs. Oh how great it feels to be back.

With that said, Commissioner Butcher nods to Ms. Chesney and Mr. Roberts with a playful smile and leaves. Wren lets out a loud groan that can easily be heard outside of the room.

Wren: Grrr! I fucking hate him!

Who's Going To Beat You?! Me and THIS Army
Written by: Andrew

(Natalie Snow and Terminus are show seated side by side in the RTO locker room, with High Priestess resting her head on the PWA World Heavyweight Champion's shoulder as the two of them stare up at the clock. Natalie takes a deep breath as she begins to fidget, and and mutter "come on, come on!" before breaking out into nervous laughter as her Savior arches an eyebrow in her direction.)

Natalie: I'm doing it again, aren't I? Just like I was at Redemption...I'm getting anxious before your match...

Terminus: Yeah...you are. But, we all know what happened at Redempion, don't we?

Natalie: (grinning) Indeed. Indeed we do. I just...I just can't wait to stand at ringside, and tear Jostrodomus apart with your own two hands. I can't wait for you to prove to him that you're more than capable of defeating him without the assistance of anyone else.

I wish I could stand there and fight with you my love, but I know that you'll be fine on your own...

Terminus: (returning her grin) Ah...but Natalie...I *won't* be fighting this battle on my own...

Natalie: (looking confused) What...what do you mean. The rules stipulate that we can't...

Terminus: I know what the rules stipulate, and I know that I'll be the only person in there. But, I also know that every single strike that connects against Joz will be feuled not only by my own desire to see him battered, bloodied, bruised, broken and defeated, but by your desire to see it as well.

I'm not just fighting this battle for me, or for this belt...I'm fighting this battle for you and your sister. I'm fighting this battle foe by fellow brothers in the RTO Army. I'm fighting this battle for every single person that Joz screwed over, or endangered during the course of his misrerable life.

Joz isn't going to defeat me because he won't *just* be fighting me, he'll be fighting every single indiviudal who seeks a better future for the PWA. I don't think that he could have defeated me on my own anyway...but with your support, and fighting for this cause, there is NO way that he will defeat me this evening.

There is no way, that he can prevent that future from happening, Natalie...no way at all.

*gazes at the clock, and gets to his feet*

It's time, Natalie..the future is now.

Natalie: (gazing in rapturous wonder at her Savior as she follows him out the door)

The future is here, my love...Salvation is here.

PWA Heavyweight Championship
- Hell in a Cell -
Jostrodomus vs Terminus
Written by: Jason

As the cameras pan about the arena, they spot a group of people dressed in all black huddled by the ring entrance. Ray Quadros and Carl Franks also take notice of the "all black" group.

Ray Quadros: Guess who's back, Carl!

Carl Franks: I could've swonr that security escorted them out of the arena last week! Why are they back now?

Ray Quadros: Could have something to do with the signs they're holding!

And sure enough, a camera gets a shot of the signs they're holding... "THE PROJECT BEGINS TONIGHT", "ALL WILL BE REVEALED", and "THE CATASTROPHE IS UPON US". Just then, Natalie Snow's voice is heard on the PA, screaming "All hail your Savior!". As the crowd erupts in a chorus of boos, "Becoming the Bull" begins to blast over the PA system as Terminus appears at the top of the ramp, with "The High Priestess" Natalie Snow hanging off of him. As a series of pyro busts go off. the two saunter toward the ring; Terminus taking no notice of the fan's jeers, except for the group of people in all black holding their signs out for him to see. "The New Age Punisher" doesn't know what to make of the signs, and neither does Natalie Snow. They both shrug their shoulders and continue on down the aisle. "The New Age Punisher" slides into the ring, while Natalie hops onto the ring apron, and stands facing the crowd. Terminus then proceeds to pull her head back by the hair, and whispers something into Natalie's ear that causes her to grin maniacally, and shudder as though possessed by the Spirit. The masked man then gives his trademark throat-slash taunt while his "High Priestess breaks out into shrill laughter; Terminus then crouches in the nearest corner, and awaits the beginning of the match, while Natalie makes her way to ringside to support the man she calls "Savior."

Ray Quadros: Were those people trying to send a message to the champ!?

Carl Franks: Who knows? But Terminus had no idea what to think. These people keep bringing up some sort of "project", but so far nothing's happened yet!

Ray Quadros: I don't like that word "yet".

"Enemy" by Sevendust blasts over the PA system as the fans start to cheer. Smoke fills the entrance way and Jostrodomus emerges from the smoke arms in the air, fist clinched, ready to fight. He walks down to the ring with that shit eating grin on his face that we've all become accustomed to... that is until he happens to come across the people in all black. Again, they point to their signs to get his attention, and they most certainly do as the #1 Stunna reaches over and yanks one of the signs from them. He rips it in two and throws it back at them. After waving them off, he continues on down the entrance ramp and arrogantly gets into the ring as the fans continue cheering. He throws his arms in the air for one last firework show and pop from the fans before leaning against the ropes before the match starts.

Carl Franks: It appears that Jostrodomus doesn't like those people being here either!

Ray Quadros: Can you blame him? After all, those seats should be for people that actually care about our show and aren't here to ruin the flavor of it! Can't we get rid of them!?

Carl franks: Apparently, they have a "no touch" clause! So even if we wanted to get rid of them, we can't! But enough about them! On with this contest between champion and former champion!

Layne Marshall: The following contest... is a HELL IN A CELL MATCH!!!

The fans pop wildly as the arena lights strobe, signaling that the cell is being lowered from the ceiling. Both Joz and Terminus look up as the massive structure lowers down upon them, encasing them within its confines as the ring crew sets the cell in its place. One of the crew members padlocks the cell door as Layne Marshall continues his introductions outside of the cell.

Layne Marshall: There are No Countouts! No Disqualifications! The only way you can win this match... is by PINFALL or SUBMISSION!

Another huge pop from the fans as both Joz and Terminus prepare themselves for the melee that's about to begin.

Layne Marshall: Introducing first, the challenger... from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 267 pounds... he is the #1 Stunna... JOSTROOOOODDOOOOOOMMMMMMMMUUUUUSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Joz pounds his chest twice before raising a fist in the air, resulting in one gigantic pop from the fans. He then points at Terminus and runs his hands across his waist, signaling that the belt is coming home with him tonight.

Layne Marshall: And his opponent, the champion... from Halifax, Nova Scotia, weighing in at 190 pounds... he is a member of Gundan RTO and the PWA World Heavyweight Champion... the New Age Punisher... TERRRRRRRRRRMINUUUUUSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Terminus runs a thumb across his throat, triggering a chorus of boos and chants of "DIE TERMINUS DIE!!!" Natalie Snow, who is outside of the cell, begins telling the fans to shut up as Terminus takes off the PWA World Heavyweight championship and hands it to the referee. The referee approaches Jostrodomus with the title and shows it to him. Joz nods with a shit-eating grin on his face and mouths to Terminus that the title will be his in the end. The referee hands the title to a member of the ring crew as they take it over to the time keeper's table.

Carl Franks: Granted this may not be the Butch Match, but this could be just as deadly! These two have a heated history between one another, and I highly doubt that a cell can contain them, Ray!

Ray Quadros: Of course not, Carl! Terminus is going to spear the #2 Stunna through the sides of the cell... and if we're lucky, through the top of the cell as well!

Carl Franks: It's clear whose side YOU'RE on!

Ray Quadros: Of course! Thw winning side! The side of the leader of Gundan RTO! Terminus is going to win again, and Joz will be 0-2 against him!

(DING!) The bell rings and both participants charge at one another. They begin laying into each other with Elbow Smashes. Joz. Terminus. Joz. Terminus. Joz. Terminus. Back and forth they go, until Joz lays into him with three Elbow Smashes in a row, knocking the champ back to the ropes. Joz holds him against the ropes and drills into the champ's abdominal region with repeated Knee Lifts. The referee begins counting him down, and Joz whips Terminus to the far side at 4. Terminus comes back and gets taken down in a Shoulder Block. Joz runs the ropes, hops over Terminus, the New Age Punisher makes his way back up to his feet, only to be knocked down by a Shoulder Tackle again by Joz. Joz drops an elbow across the chest of the champ, followed by another, and one more for good luck. Joz runs the ropes, comes back and drops a leg across the champ's throat. He goes for the cover, but Terminus kicks out just before 2!

Carl Franks: So far, it's been all Jostrodomus in the opening!

Ray Quadros: Terminus is just letting him get his few moves in! Just wait... the champ will go in for the kill real soon!

Joz picks up the champ and rams him into a nearby corner. Once in the corner, Joz begins laying into him with a Punch-Chop combination, allowing the fans to stomp and clap with every punch and chop laid into the New Age Punisher. Joz whips Terminus to the far corner. He charges in, but Terminus moves out of the way and forces Joz to smash into the turnbuckles. Terminus leaps up and Monkey Flips the #1 Stunna out of the corner and into the middle of the ring. He sits Joz up in the middle of the ring, runs the ropes, and connects with a Dropkick to Joz's head. Terminus goes for a cover, but Joz kicks out just after 1!

Ray Quadros: See? I told you! Terminus has had enough and is going in for the kill!

Carl Franks: This early in the match, Ray!?

Ray Quadros: Yeah! The sooner he wins, the better!

Terminus picks Joz up and sets him up for a suplex, but Joz blocks him by wrapping his leg around him. Terminus tries again, but Joz just won't give up the fight. Terminus becomes furious and begins punching away at Joz's ribs and head. He then sets Joz up for an STO, but again Joz just won't go down. Terminus clocks him with an Elbow Smash and tries for the STO again. Joz attempts to counter, but Terminus was one step ahead of him and plants the #1 Stunna face-first with a Reverse Russian Legsweep. Terminus connects with a Standing Moonsault and goes for the cover... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Terminus wastes no time and climbs out to the ring apron and waits for Joz to get back up to his feet. Once up, Terminus springs off of the top rope, but Joz sees him coming and slams him down hard with a vicious Spinebuster!

Carl Franks: Terminus could be paralyzed from that!

Ray Quadros: Could be, but he's not! You cna run him over with an army tank, and he still won't be paralyzed!

Joz slieds out of the ring and begins searching underneath it for something. A few seconds later, he pops back up with a mysterious bag of goodies! The fans pop loudly for it as Joz slides back into the ring and holds it up for all to see! Joz walks over to an empty corner and proceeds to dump the contents of the bag out... THUMBTACKS!!!

Carl Franks: We could have the end result of Jostrodomus/Shaun Andrews in this match!

Ray Quadros: Yeah, but hopefully it'll be Joz slammed into the tacks and not Terminus!

As Joz tosses the empty bag out of the ring, Terminus comes up from behind and plants him with a German Suplex complete with a Bridge Pin! 1... 2... KICKOUT! Terminus gets back up on his feet, but so does Joz as he levels te New Age Punisher with a Shortarm Clothesline. He then points to the thumbtacks, and receives another huge pop from the fans... well... all but the ones dressed in all black as they boo the #1 Stunna. He drags Terminus over to the thumbtacks and sets him up by wedging his head between his legs. Joz lifts him up in a powerbomb attempt, but Terminus begins punching away at Joz's head and reverses it into a Hurricanrana into the Thumbtacks! Dozens of thumbtacks now line up about the #1 Stunna's back as he screams in pain! Terminus seizes the opportunity and blasts the #1 Stunna across the back with a Stiff Kick... a page out of Jiraiya Kaito's book! The fans boo uncontrollably as Terminus soaks it all in!

Carl Franks: Looks like Terminus now has a target he can focus on!

Ray Quadros: And Joz may need some surgery to remove those thumbtacks now! He just hammered them into his back a little bit more with that kick!

Joz rolls out of the ring before Terminus can do any further damage to him. Terminus sees the escape and joins the #1 Stunna outside of the ring. He grabs him by the head and walks him over to the ring steps. Terminus attempts to smash Joz's head onto the steps, but the #1 Stunna blocks. Instead, the #1 Stunna smashes the champ's head into the ring steps. The fans pop loudly again as Joz walks the dazed champ over to the next set of ring steps and shames his head onto those as well! Another huge pop ensues as Joz takes the dazed champ and smashes his head against the ring post! The champ falls to the floor in a heap as Joz holds his back in pain from the thumbtacks that still line it. Joz backs up to the ring steps and waits for Terminus to get back up to his feet. Once he does, we realize that Terminus is now bleeding from inside of his mask as the blood manages to trickle down to his eyes. But Joz could care less as he rams a Big Boot into the champ's face. Joz goes for the cover, but the referee tells him to bring him into the ring.

Ray Quadros: And you wonder why Joz isn't the champ anymore!? Anyone in their right mind would know that you can only pin the guy inside of the ring!

Joz picks up Terminus and begins grating his mask and face along the side of the cell, ripping the mask open in the process from the right eye to the mouth. Joz sees the opening and begins to pull away even further at the mask, exposing Terminus' face so he can punch away at it! The fans are eating this up as Joz now proceeds to grate the exposed face along the sides of the cell!

Carl Franks: I guess we'll never know what Terminus really looks like as Joz is now treating his face like a block of cheese!

Joz wraps his arms around the champ and launches him into the side of the cell with a Belly to Belly Suplex. The wall bends a bit upon impact! Joz sets him up again and delivers another Belly to Belly Suplex, this time sending Terminus THROUGH THE CELL WALL!!! Now that freedom's been granted to both individuals, Joz grabs Terminus from the wreckage and drills a knee into his abdomen. He sets him up... POWERBOMB ONTO THE DOWNED CELL WALL!!! Joz again goes for the cover, but the referee rushes out there to tell him that he can only pin him in the ring! Joz pulls Terminus by his legs, grating his back along the cell wall! Joz sizes him up and Catapults the champ into the cell wall that remains standing, but Terminus with his cat-like reflexes grabs onto the wall and begins climbing up! Joz proceeds to give chase by climbing up as well! Every single fan in the building, including the "all black clad" group, are now on their feet as both competitors are now on the top of the cell!!!

Carl Franks: And business has just picked up! Both Jostrodomus and Terminus are duking it out on top of the cell!!!

Ray Quadros: This just keeps getting better and better!!!

Terminus begins stomping away at Joz's hands before Joz can reach the top of the cell! The fans are begging for the #1 Stunna to hang on! Terminus gives one more stomp, and that's all he needed as Joz FALLS OFF THE CELL WALL AND ONTO THE BROKEN WALL!!! Chants of "HOLY SHIT" echo throughout the arena as Carl Franks and Ray Quadros are beside themselves!

Carl Franks: Jostrodomus may be broken in half!!! I don't know how much of an impact that fence absorbed, but we could be talking possible broken bones!!!

Ray Quadros: And you think that's going to stop Terminus!?!?!?

Terminus remains at the top of the cell, soaking in all the jeers once again. The "all black clad" group are now cheering for the New Age Punisher as the referee and EMTs check on the #1 Stunna. A hush falls over the fans as they check to see if he's okay. Seconds pass by before the #1 Stunna stirs about and motions for the EMTs to get away from him!

Carl Franks: He's still alive!!! I don't know how, but Joz is still alive!!!

Ray Quadros: For the time being, Ray!!! But I do have to give him credit for surviving that fall!!!

The fans show their support for the #1 Stunna as he slowly makes his way back up to his feet, albeit battered, broken, and bleeding from the forehead! Terminus dares him to climb the cell again, and the #1 Stunna does! But before he can reach the cell wall, Terminus flies off and connects with a FLYING CROSSBODY PLANCHA ONTO THE #1 STUNNA!!! Again, chants of "HOLY SHIT" echo throughout the arena as both men are laid out on the arena floor!!!

Carl Franks: Terminus with that death-defying move off the top of the cell!!! Showing one and all why he's the champion!!!

Ray Quadros: NO NO NO NO NO!!! You had the match won!!! Why'd you do it, Terminus!?!?!? Now's not the time to play Superman, for cripe's sake!!!

Terminus slowly makes his way back up to his feet, as does Jostrodomus! Both men bleeding from the forehead! They engage in another Elbow Smash trade-off! Joz! Terminus! Joz! Terminus! Joz! Terminus! Joz!! Terminus!! Joz!!! Terminus!!! Joz with a Knee Lift that doubles Terminus over! He grabs him by the mask and rams him full steam into the pole separating the wall from the opening! Terminus spirals down into a heap at the feet of the #1 Stunna! The fans pop loudly as Joz signals for the end of the match! He sets Terminus up... #1 STUNNA... NO! Terminus elbows him repeatedly in the head! Terminus with a headbutt to Joz's face! Terminus slides Joz back into the ring and climbs up onto the ring apron! He waits for it... waits for it... Joz slowly gets back up to his feet... Springboard Missile Dropkick from the champ! Joz is down again! Terminus goes for the cover... ONE................... TWO...................... TH...KICKOUT!!! Joz kicked out!!! Terminus is livid!!! He picks up Joz and sets him up for a powerbomb attempt... LOW BLOW!!! Joz uppercuts the champ right between the legs!!! Some of the fans felt that one as they're cringing over it! Now Joz sets Terminus up right by the thumbtacks... DOMUS ENDING... NO!!! Terminus slinks his way up and over for a Sunset Flip Pin!!! ONE................... TWO...................... THR...KICKOUT AGAIN!!! Joz just won't go down!!!

Carl Franks: Jostrodomus is refusing to go down without a fight!!! Terminus is giving him everything he has, but the #1 Stunna just won't go down!!!

Ray Quadros: That's not all he has, Carl!!!

Terminus pounds the mat in a fit of rage! He pulls the #1 Stunna back up to his feet and sets him up... #1 STUNNA ON JOZ... NO!!! JOZ COUNTERS!!! JOZ COUNTERS!!! Elbow shots to Terminus' head, and the champ is rattled! Joz sets him up for his own #1 STUNNA............................... NO!!! TERMINUS FIGHTS OUT OF IT!!! TERMINUS LANDS BEHIND JOZ!!! HE LIFTS HIM UP......................................... APOTHEOSIS INTO THE THUMBTACKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE CROWD IS ON THEIR FEET!!!!!!!!!

fans: ONE............................................ TWO..................................................... THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(DING! DING! DING!)

"Becoming the Bull" by Atreyu blares over the loud speakers as Terminus collapses to one knee!!! Natalie Snow rushes into the ring to congratulate her Savior as the referee hands him the title!!! The fans begin chanting "THAT WAS AWESOME!!!" as well as "MATCH OF THE YEAR!!!" as Terminus is being helped back up to his feet!!!

Layne Marshall: Here is your winner... and STILL THE PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... THE NEW AGE PUNISHER... TERRRRRRRRRRRRRRMINUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Carl Franks: My god, Ray!!! It took counter after counter for one of these two individuals to finally pull off something that the other couldn't counter!!! Terminus wins with the ironically named Apotheosis over the #1 Stunna!!!

Ray Quadros: I told you, Carl!!! Terminus may be mysterious and all, but that's what makes him the champion!!!

Terminus and Natalie Snow stare down at Jostrodomus as he slowly makes his way back up to his feet! Terminus holds the belt up for him to see, and all the #1 Stunna can do is nod his head as he tries to keep his balance! Natale begins screaming at him as Terminus celebrates with the title still above his head!

Carl Franks: What a way to end Apotheosis, Ray!!!

Ray Quadros: You got that right, Carl!!! One big bloodbath and Terminus still our World Heavyweight champion!!! It just doesn't get any better than this!!!

Let the PROJECT Begin!
Written by: Andrew & Sam

Quadros: All I have to say is HOLY SHIT!

Franks: I Agree! The grit and determination of Jostrodomus and Terminus goes above and beyond anything I have ever seen in all my years in professional wrestling, this was one of if not the most amazing match I have ever seen!

Quadros: I'd normally would call you gay for saying things like that but on this occasion I have no choice but to agree with you!

Franks: Well there is a first time for everything…

Franks voice slowly becomes drowned out by the loud bangs and cheering of the project catastrophe crowd who are smashing their hands on the guard rail and stomping there feet, the commentators look scared by this reaction and start to converse further but are unable to air their opinions, Terminus and Jostrodomus despite their hatred and acts of violence towards each other can not help but feel the awe and chill of the crowd whose cheers and jeers become almost violent, the sounds echo throughout the arena as the words “PROJECT CATASTROPHE” are chanted over and over, the two weary combatants begin to pace around the ring not knowing what to expect when suddenly the lights go out!

The screams and jeers of the fans explode as the final message of Project Catastrophe shines up on the screen, the cryptic message causes other fans to explode with a roar as the message makes sense to some of them!

The roars and jeers continue as the lights return to normal, here you see the forty or fifty Project Catastrophe fans have jumped the guard rail and have surrounded the hell in cell the fans are pulling on the cage and shaking it causing a huge noise, the fans look to the cage where you see a taller more muscular ski mask wearing man dressed in black, he is standing in the centre of the ring arms outstreched in a christ like pose, he stares through his mask at Jostrodomus and Terminus who look to each other not knowing what to do.

The man ushers them to "have at it" and so they oblige, both nodding at each other in notification that they will take the man on, Jostrodomus heads forward and, as the fans go ballistic, lays into the man with forearm after forearm after forearm!

WHAM!!!

Terminus connects with a brutal roaring elbow him to the back causing Joz to fall to his knees; the other masked man wrenches his head between his legs under hooks his arms and drills him face first to the mat with a variation of the pedigree!!!!

The man stands looking at Terminus as the fans go mental in the arena, they stare each other down when the man removes his mask, his newly died long black hair falls out of his ski mask and down by his shoulders as an air of shock stills the arena…for the man is none other than VALENTINE LIONHEART!

He and Terminus stand over the fallen Jostrodomus as other members of Project Catastrophe enter the ring; as they stand around the fallen Jostrodomus as one member begins to climb the outside of the cell with a rope in his hand. As he reaches the top of the cell as the Project Catastrophe members start to put a ferocious beat down to Jostrodomus in the ring, the masked man on the roof of the cell then lowers the rope down through the cell and ties a knot in it so that it and then stands tall removing his mask…It is none other than LOGAN STEEL!

Logan then climbs down the cage and back inside the ring where he is joined by NATALIE SNOW. They side with the other members of the coalition, who one by one remove their masks revealing the faces of…JIRAIYA KAITO, JASON SANDMAN, RED DRAGON, AMBER, DEMITRE LIONHEART and finally DANTE NOILEARTH and ZEX!

Terminus takes the rope and ties it around the legs of the bleeding and broken Jostrodomus, he then points to the sky as the cage starts to rise slowly lifting Jostrodomus from off the mat he hangs above Project Catastrophe his blood dripping down on top of Valentine and Terminus who stand side by side, they then call for a microphone!

Valentine raises the Mic to his mouth as the fans quiet down!

Valentine: HA! The time has finally come, no longer will I sit at the back and watch the pollution and filth that takes place inside this ring, the lies the bullshit, the politics is drowning both PWA and society, corporate endorsement has lead to social conformity and PWA represents this to its very core, from the buddy act of The Butcher and Jostrodomus to fashionable straight edge preaching of Nighthawk and Reckless Jack! PWA has done nothing but bend over and be raped like a cheap whore! But now a stand has been made a collective has come together, this is the impending alignment of two groups within PWA, The Neo Brotherhood and Gundan RTO collectively known as PROJECT CATASTROPHE! We were not given the roles we have taken, we created them we forged them and we are here to turn off the machine and prove that the human race is not for sale! We are not puppets we are not lemmings and we are most certainly will not bow down to any rule or regulation that has pillaged humanity for thousands of years! We are the artists, the renegades, the unknown and the feared, we are those who speak only our truth, only our views and do not let the opinions of glossy magazines and internet opinion polls cloud our judgement, we are Project Catastrophe, we are each a single man or woman inside a unit where freedom is a choice and not gift given to the privileged! PWA a dawn of a new age was promised and here tonight you are witnessing the final sun set of an era, an era which force feeds you bullshit! The new dawn is here, the dawn of the abused the dawn of the forgotten and the dawn of catastrophe!

Valentine passes the microphone to Terminus who raises it to his masked face and smirks as Natalie sashays into his arms and then spits into the face of the stricken Number One Stunner!

Terminus: Ever since the formation of Gundan RTO, we have promised that there would be a time when an era of salvation and enlighten would be introduced...and era where one could walk the streets without fear of being derided for holding a different set of values than the norm. We fought for the promise of an era where one could speak of different values without fear of being drowned out by the babbling roar of thousands of mindless automotons! And, we battled for an era where one could determine one's own fate...one's own destiny...without having to to cater to the whims of entrenched beauracracy, or to mouth the words uttered by the acoloytes of your corporate relegion!

We have been hated wherever we go...mocked at every turn...but, now...*breaks into a savage grin*...NOW you understand the truth. Now you understand that this...looks up and sneers at Joz*...."noble hero" is nothing more than a sacred cow, that has just been sacrificed for the greater good of us all!

Now you understand that a family and an army can unite in order to achieve their dreams, and tear apart the established order of the PWA piece by bloody piece!

Oh yes...there WILL be a catastrophe...but in the end, that is for the best...because this catastrophe shall herald a brand new age...

Where we can all achieve Apotheosis...

Where we can all attain SALVATION!!!!

(Terminus lets a bit of Joz's blood drip onto his hand, and smears it onto the cheek of his High Priestess as she drops to her knees, and throws back her head in maniacal laughter. Valentine smirks slightly as he caresses Amber with one hand; with the other, he takes a bit of blood on the ground and then proceeds to stare at it as if entranced! As the other members of the collective circle around, and begin to applaud, Terminus and Valentine then take their blood covered hands and clasp them in a firm handshake, while the blood of Jostrodomus continues to rain down on them!)

Quadros: Oh my....OH MY...*OH MY SWEET GOD IN HEAVEN!!!*...WHAT IN GOD'S NAME HAVE WE WITNESSED!?

Franks: We...we....we're witnessing the genesis of one of the scariest eras that I have ever witnessed! Valentine is back in the PWA! The Brotherhood has been reformed! And...and they are on the SAME PAGE as Terminus and Gundan RTO!!!I can't BELIEVE this...what is going to happen to the PWA!?

(The shot begins to fade as the collective known as Poject Catastrophe continue to stare up at the hanging form of Jostrodomus...as his blood continues to rain down up the forms of Terminus and Valentine!)

Franks: God help the PWA!

Quadros: Yeah...God help us all!