Violation 1
Saturday, August 18th, 2007
Murphy Rec Center in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

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The Owner

JJ Biggs: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to PWA Violation! Here we are, in the Murphy Rec Center, right here in Philadelphia! Are you ready?

The fans cheer loudly as they can't wait to get the even started.

JJ Biggs: What was that? I said, are you ready?!

The fans erupt even louder this time, as even a "PWA! PWA! PWA!" chant begins. Biggs nods his head slowly as the chant dies down enough for him to continue.

JJ Biggs: PWA fans, I'm proud to introduce you to PWA's owner...CHRIS WILKINS!

"Bleed It Out" by Linkin Park begins to play in the arena as Chris Wilkins walks out onto the stage, followed by the lovely, Jessi Colter. Chris is wearing a grey, three-piece, business suit, and Jessi has on a denim mini skirt, and a blue PWA tanktop. They walk down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans, and slide into the ring. Chris gets a microphone and waits for the crowd to die down. He shakes hands with JJ Biggs before Biggs goes and takes his seat at the announce table.

Chris: JJ Biggs, ladies and gentlemen. JJ, I still wish you would be wrestling but I'm glad to have you hear as an announcer. Philadelphia! What's going on? Are you ready for some PWA action? Well, before we get to the matches, I've got a few annoucments to make. The first announcement is in regards to our pay-per-view. Our first pay-per-view will be called Gold Rush and it take place on September 9th! Secondly, tonight begins the World Heavyweight Title tournament! Tonight, we have the first round of the tournament, which consists of thirteen men and six matches total. Next week on Violation, the six victors from tonight will face off in three separate one-on-one matches, and the three winners of those matches will fight at Gold Rush for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship! And finally...nah, I think I'm gonna save the last annoucment for later tonight. Thank you all for coming tonight and enjoy the show!

"Bleed It Out" by Linkin Park begins to play again as Wilkins and Jessi walk to the back.

JJ Biggs: Alright, I'm JJ Biggs and sitting next to me is Ryan Richardson. Ryan, how are you?

Ryan Richardson: I'm pumped! It's the first-ever PWA Violation! We get to see first round action tonight, some of the best wrestlers in the world, and it's going to be awesome!

JJ Biggs: Yes, it will be! Which match are you most looking forward to?

Ryan Richardson: All of them!

JJ Biggs: Good call. Let's get the very first episode of PWA Violation started with our first match of the night: The Butcher vs. Reckless Jack!

CREDIT: Chris Wilkins

The lights go out in the arena as a hush silence fills the crowd. Many of them start to talk amongst themselves. Some check their phones. Then out of nowhere the introduction of Trivium's "The Rising" fills the arena. Once the first verse begins, Reckless Jack appears decked out in his Reckless Jack hoodie (with the hood up), black and white gym shorts, black elbow pads(inside the hoodie for the moment but we can see them bulging through the fabric), black knee pads, black boots and red kick pads.

"And the earth Begins to shake A cacophony of roaring Anxiety growing Cheers to leaving this mortal life behind

Sweat begins its downpour A riot we stand for The blackout foreshadows the chaos"

He throws his arms out in usual fashion before going to one side of the stage to pump the fans up by throwing his hands up into the air. He goes to the other side of the stage and proceeds to do the same thing. The crowd cheers for Reckless Jack as he heads back to the middle of the stage and starts to hop up and down, pumping himself up.

"So raise your voices with me And sing this song of unity So raise your hands up with me And hold this moment eternally"

Reckless Jack starts to walk down the rampway. Fans hold out their hands for him to slap as he does slap a few of them here or there. Once he is at the bottom of the ramp, he nods his head at the fans as he runs towards the ring and slides in. Reckless Jack hops back up to his feet and goes to the turnbuckle nearest to him and throws out his arms again. The fans cheers as he hops down and heads to the one across from his and does the same thing. Reckless Jack back flips off the middle buckle and takes off his hoodie, throwing it into the crowd for some lucky fan to have. Then he paces around the ring, occasionally bouncing off the ropes in order to loosen himself up. Finally, he goes to the corner closest near him and crouches down, waiting for his opponent.

Layne Marshall: Introducing his opponent, hailing from Harlem, New York and weighing in at two hundred and sixty-seven pounds. He is "The Extreme Legend" The Butcher!

“Nutshell” by Alice in Chains begins to play throughout the arena and the PWA fans in attendance rise to their feet for the Extreme Legend. The Butcher then appears on the entrance ramp decked out in his usual black and orange trim tights. The crowd begins to give him a loud reaction as he makes his way down to the ring. The Butcher walks up the steel steps and steps between the ropes, then finally looks out at everybody as he raises his hand in the air to acknowledge the fans.

JJ Biggs: We're just moments away from this match. I've wrestled Reckless Jack before and he can more than hold his own, but I don't know if he has what it takes to beat The Butcher.

Ryan Richardson: Most wrestlers can't beat The Butcher, it's just how things go. My money's on The Butcher not even breaking a sweat as he demolishes Reckless Jack in this match.

The bell rings. Both competitors are ready to begin as they circle around the ring in different directions. The crowd seems to be split, half of them cheering for The Butcher, and the other half trying to overpower those cheers with some for Reckless Jack. The two competitors finally lunge at each other and they lock up in the center of the ring. The Butcher is obviously the stronger of the two as he seems to be besting Reckless Jack, but Jack intelligently pulls away. The Butcher runs at Reckless Jack, looking for a Clothesline, but Jack ducks under it. Butcher stops in his tracks and turns around only to be caught with a beautifully timed Dropkick!

JJ Biggs: Being a twenty-seven year veteran, you'd figure he'd see that coming.

Ryan Richardson: He didn't have time to see it coming!

Both men are on their feet and The Butcher looks to get some redemption. He, again, runs full-speed in Jack's direction and Reckless Jack catches The Butcher and tosses him down with an Armdrag takedown. Jack keeps a hold on the arm attempting to inflict some more pain on The Butcher. Jack eventually releases his hold and he allows The Butcher to climb up to his feet. Reckless Jack runs towards The Butcher, who quickly moves to the side and he catches Reckless Jack with a Drop Toehold. Reckless Jack quickly jumps up to his feet and he stumbling around holding onto his nose. Butcher comes up behind Reckless Jack and he sends him flying across the ring with a release German Suplex.

JJ Biggs: I bet that hurt.

Ryan Richardson: Yeah...I would have to say it did.

The Butcher makes his way into the corner closest to Reckless Jack and he climbs up to the second rope. Once Reckless Jack is to his feet, The Butcher jumps off and he clobbers him with a Flying Axhandle which causes Jack to fall to the mat once again. The Butcher quickly goes for the pinfall as the referee counts, 1.............2........KICK OUT!

JJ Biggs: Nearfall.

The Butcher gets to his feet and he pulls Reckless Jack up, as well. He sends Jack across the ring into the opposite corner. The Butcher charges in and he hits Reckless Jack with a Clothesline, which causes Jack to slide down the turnbuckle and he takes a seat on the mat. The Butcher takes this as an invitation as he goes off with a series of stomps to the chest of Reckless Jack. Once satisfied, The Butcher backs away and he waits for Reckless Jack to eventually get back to his feet. Jack is up and he stumbles in The Butcher's direction, who simply knees him in the mid-section and then places Jack's head under his arm. He lifts him up vertically and he drops down to the mat hitting him with a Brainbuster. He goes for the pinfall again as the referee counts, 1.............2..........KICK OUT!

Ryan Richardson: You know, Reckless Jack is getting his butt handed to him, but he won't stay down.

JJ Biggs: You have to admire that.

The Butcher gets to his feet once again and he pulls Reckless Jack up, as well. Butcher kicks Jack in the mid-section and he places his head between his legs. He then lifts Reckless Jack up onto his shoulders and he drops to the mat with a sit-out Powerbomb.

JJ Biggs: Looks like he'll stay down now..

Ryan Richardson: Downtown Drop! You're damn right he'll stay down.

The referee counts, 1.......................2.......................3!

Layne Marshall: The winner of this match via pinfall....The Butcher!

CREDIT: JJ Biggs

JJ Biggs: This next match should be an interesting one.

Ryan Richardson: Yes, it should be. Another first round match-up, this one against Tony Santos and Dice.

Biggs: Little is known about these two, but we hear that management expects big things from both of them.

"The Ripper" hits and out comes The Excellence of Exuberance, Tony Santos. Tony shoots his arms in the air as bursts of silver pyro shoot out from the stage floor. Tony walks down the aisle with a swagger, cruising by the fans, gazing around the arena. Santos turns his attention to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. Turnbuckle to turnbuckle, the Excellence smiles, letting the boos flow through him.

Layne Marshall: Our next match on Saturday Night Violation is another first-round in the World title championship tournament. Coming out first, from Quincy, MA, standing at six feet, three inches, and weighting 229 pounds, TONY SANTOS!

"Wait and Bleed" blares through the PA system as the lights suddenly turn out. Fire blasts onto the stage and lights turn back on, to find Dice standing in the ring staring at the canvas. He doesn't move an inch as he waits for the music to fade.

Richardson: Woah, where did he come from? The lights went off and when they came back on, he was in the ring!

Marshall: And his opponent, from Storm Lake, Iowa, six feet, one inch, 226 pounds, DICE!

Biggs: All right, we're ready to begin here. Dice and Santos circle each other as the referee rings the bell. They lock up. Santos has the height and a slight weight advantage and he manages to push Dice into the corner. The referee tries to break it up and as he does, Dice reaches over and slaps Santos in the face!

Richardson: This Dice is one sadistic guy!

Santos goes right after Dice, still in the corner but Dice manages to turn the tide and pushes Santos away from him and down onto the mat. As Santos is getting up, Dice runs right at him and hits him with a knee into the face. He picks up Santos, hits him with a quick uppercut, and throws him into the ropes. Santos runs back at him, Dice drops to the ground, Santos jumps over him, Dice is back up...spear from Santos!

Biggs: Santos turns the tide with a spear off the Irish whip! What's he gonna do now? He picks up Dice, hits him in the gut with a punch, and suplexs him over with a snap suplex!

Richardson: The Excellence of Exuberance is on a roll here!

Biggs: What did you call him?

Richardson: His nickname! Would you pay attention to the match? If you would, you would see that Santos just hit Dice with the most perfect dropkick I've ever seen!

Biggs: And if you would, then notice that Dice has made his way back up while Santos was jawing with the fans.

Dice is back to his feet, with Santos's back to him! Santos turns around...a hard kick to the midsection of Santos! Followed by another...one more...and a third! Santos is backed up against the ropes...he dropkicks him out of the ring!

Biggs: This match is slowly losing control! Oh my! Dice just hit a flying crossbody block to the outside! Both men are down outside the ring! The ref beings his count.

1...2...3...Dice is slowing getting back to his feet...4...5...both men are now up...6...7...Dice slides into the ring, breaking the count! He slides back out and his met by a punch to the face!

Richardson: The referee needs to get this two back into the ring! Dice just whipped Santos into the steel steps!

Biggs: You got your wish, as Dice has now rolled Santos back into the ring! Dice picks up Santos...neckbreaker! Dice climbs up onto the turnbuckle. What's he going to do here?

Richardson: Whatever it is, he better hurry before Santos gets up. Dice jumps off...

Biggs: And misses a splash! Santos moved! Both men are down!

Santos is getting up. He picks up Dice...lifts him up over his head...puts him on his shoulder...and slams him onto the mat!

Biggs: He calls that the Santos Slam!

Richardson: He got that out of nowhere! But is it enough?

One...

Two...

Three!

Biggs: Santos wins! He's beaten Dice and will advance in the World title tournament.

Marshall: Your winner of the match...TONY SANTOS!

Santos has his hand raised as "The Ripper" by The Used plays in the arena.

CREDIT: Chris Wilkins

We see the new PWA Superstar Colt in the backstage area. He was in the gym part of the arena where you could hear him yelling from outside the door. As the camera went inside you could see Colt unloading on a punching bag. The sweat was dripping off his head. The gray shirt that had the slogan “Army Ranger” on it was covered with sweat as well. His sweat pants were stained with perspiration. His feet were completely uncovered as he stood threw a right hook into the bag. Colt danced around seemingly in a fluid motion. He spun his body around slamming his foot into the bag as hard as he could. The back rocked back and forth. Colt adjusted himself again as he landed a barrage of elbows and punches into the bag. He jumped into the air. He pulled his left foot under him and extended his right foot with force. The foot collided with the bag sending it flying back against the wall. Colt landed as he turned around. His arms dropped to his side as his breath was heavy. His back was to the camera as the bag rocked back into view and then out before it came to a stop.

Colt: PWA, well, well.

Colt turned slowly and met the camera with a stop.

Colt: The place where the legends are made and where the legends have been made. When I got the call, I was surprised. I know every federation that graces this earth wants and needs talent. But I thought the PWA was endowed with the best on earth. I have to give credit where it is due. The PWA is indeed endowed with a lot of talent. This organization is one of the greatest on the planet. You see legends gracing the canvas. You see new blood coming in like myself to make an impact. All of these guys are a resort of the great TNW. After the closing every one of you left your stomping grounds to come here. None of you can calm your desire for wrestling, and for the competitive aspect of life. I respect this, and I look up to each and every one of you for what you’ve done.

Colt walked to the middle of the gym taking a towel.

Colt: The PWA isn’t like TNW. Over there you guys ruled, over here it’s a different story. I know you have heard the same old jingle of a guy getting on screen and talking about how he is the new big thing. I am not going to do that. You hear of all these guys getting on here and plugging their talent. I am not going to do that. I, unlike all the other dimwits that come through the doors am going to prove my worth with actions. Am I going to run my mouth about being the new generation? No. After I get done doing what I have set out to do I am not going to have to say a word. It’s the same old story, with the same new faces. PWA, this is not Colt.

Colt smirked.

Colt: Legends are destined be born. Legends are made by the trials of life and the matches they compete in. They were ingrained with a destiny to become that person. Every guy you have seen become a legend has some natural strength they possess. They enhance it and mold it into their own weapon. In this aspect I am not different. I have my own talents. I have my own strengths that I am going to mold. But I am different in that I will not forget about its naturalness. Talent is an overused and misunderstood for the definition of heart in most cases. I have the heart, I have the spirit, and I have the love for this game. These my friends can become one deadly combination.

Colt raised his hand and smirked.

Colt: But I am not going to be an arrogant punk and stand here and talk until the seasons change. I intended on making my message to the PWA short and sweet and this is exactly what I am going to do. In the Rangers we had a Code of Honor; we respected each other and watched each others backs. Here we have nothing in the free world. In the PWA I am going to teach all of you a lesson that can only be learned through competition. I want the World heavyweight Championship, sure. In the end it’s just a title... It’s a piece of leather with tin on it and nothing more. It’s the challenge that drives me, and I would expect to be getting one. All of you take notice, I am a man on a mission, and a man like me does not fail.

Colt walked off the scene as the camera faded to the ringside area.

CREDIT: Colt

Instantly you hear a huge loud cheer from hungry guzzling fans that sit at ringside at the Murphy Rec Center in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, the ring that sits in the centre is empty, standing on the ring steps is the lone ring announcer who goes by the name Layne Marshall.

The Camera pans to the commentator’s booth, where you see former TNW world Heavyweight Champion JJ Biggs along side his co host Ryan Richardson.

Ryan Richardson: Now I don’t know a lot about these two men, I know that they are both hungry and both want to excel here in PWA but I cant pick a winner out of the two, JJ I gotta ask you is Zex really all that good?

JJ Biggs: Zex and I have a sordid history, and for the most part we were on the same page, I know this guy can go some, he’s one of them crazy risk takers and will do anything to win his matches… But on paper this kid the Thrilla despite his stupid name looks pretty good to me.

Ryan Richardson: Yeah seems like this will be a great match, but then I expect that with all our matches, Mr Wilkins isn’t a chump you know?

JJ Biggs: You don’t have to tell me twice… Which is why its time for us to hand you over to Layne Marshall in the ring.

Layne Marshall: ladies and gentlemen, the next match is scheduled for one fall, the match is tonight being referred by Mel Hanks, and is part of the PWA world heavyweight championship tournament!

The fans give out a wild cheer as the Layne gets read to introduce the combatants.

Layne Marshall: first…Weighing in at 250Lbs hailing from Kansas City, Missouri we give you The Serial Thrilla!!!

The lights in the arena dim as “Im'ma Shine” by The Youngbloodz begins to blast through the sound system. the crowd are non plus about this appetence as they haven’t heard of the guy before but soon get excited when, Blue, and silver strobe lights begin rapidly flashing throughout the crowd. then The Serial Thrilla steps through the curtain with an arrogant smirk plastered across his face. He looks around the crowd boo his arrogant mannerisms.

He walks to the end of the stage, and doubles his fists. He throws his arms into the air as an explosion of Pyro showers down upon him. As the pyro slowly comes to an end The Thrilla flexes his pecks in a very camp manner, he then slowly makes his way down the ramp. As the crowd continues to boo The Thrilla puts his hand in the air, and motions for the crowd to shut up, to which they begin to throw trash.

JJ Biggs: this usually doesn’t happen until after a match…these fans think this guy sucks!

The Thrilla looks displeased as he enters the ring and backs away in the corner waiting for his opponent

Layne Marshall: And his opponent…weighing in at 225lbs hailing from Toronto, Canada we have THE ARTIST ZEX!!!

"Switchback" By Celldweller blares over the loud speakers as purple and green strobe lights flash around then entrance way, The fans cheer loudly as Zex seems to take his cult following everywhere with him, Zex then jumps out from behind the curtain he plays up to the crowd for a moment and then looks around at his fans acknowledging them, they cheer loudly as he runs from either side of the entrench ramp, Zex then he runs down to the ring as the strobe lights turn to blue and red, he slides under the bottom rope and climbs the turn buckles one by one making sure all his fans can take home a cool photo.

JJ Biggs: Always the showman is Zex.

Ryan Richardson: Yeah I can tell, but those are some funny clothes he has on.

JJ Biggs: you better get used to em my friend because Zex is all about being strange!

Zex jumps turns looking over his shoulder and see the Thrilla dash at him, but quick as a fox Zex jumps off the turnbuckle with a drop kick to The Thrilla’s face, he hits the mat hard and the ref calls the bell.

Ryan Richardson: were off!

Zex quickly backs away into the corner and stalks the Thrilla who starts to get back to his feet, Zex then rushes at him and knocks him back down with a leg lariat but, Zex then runs to the ropes again and rebounds of with a quick leg drop across The Thrilla’s face, Zex looks to the crowd and shrugs in a cocky style.

JJ Biggs: Zex is looking in shape and on form from the off in this one Ryan.

Ryan Richardson: That he does!

Zex looks down at him and runs into the corner up to the second rope and flips off with a twisting splash but misses, Thrilla rolls out the way and then stands up gesturing to the fans that he suckered Zex in.

He then lifts Zex up by the hair and pummels him with some mid section kicks he tries to give Zex a DDT BUT Zex feints out of it and sends Thrilla back first onto the mat, Zex goes for a foot stomp but Thrilla rolls out of the ring, Zex is about to dart over the ropes when the ref stops him.

Ryan Richardson: What on earth is Mal Hanks doing?

Thrilla rolls back into the ring and points at Zex angrily he then barges past the ref ready to hit Zex, but the ref doest take to kindly and pulls on Thrilla’s arm, Thrilla argues with the ref which gives Zex the opening he was looking floor Zex quickly executes a quick Hammerlock DDT and then Zex runs to the ropes hitting a picture perfect springboard Moonsault!

Zex hooks the leg as the ref counts.

…1! …2! …KICK OUT!

Zex stands up and leaps over The Serial Thrilla who is still down and bounces off the bottom rope and back onto Thrilla with a sharp leg drop, the fans begin to cheer Zex’s name as each move electrifies them.

Zex stands and takes a bow, as he does this Thrilla get a boot to Zex’s groin, which is hardly fair, Zex doubles over as Thrilla slowly gets to his feet,

Thrilla then whips him into the corner where Zex smashes against the turnbuckle, Zex lays dormant as Thrilla hits him with clothesline, he turns around taunting the crowd not noticing Zex leap to the top rope and fly off with Inverted Hurricanrana! Thrilla bounces off the mat and Zex goes for the pin.

…1! …2! … Kick out!!!!!!!

Zex stays on the assault goes for a figure of four but Thrilla mages to kick his legs hard enough to prevent the move, Zex doest let off and manages to turn Thrilla over but somehow Thrilla gets a leg out and mule kicks Zex in the ass sending him face first through the ropes and to the outside, The Thrilla gets to his feet looks down at Zex who is about to turn around to get in the ring, Thrilla then jumps over the top rope with a cross body knocking Zex to the ground!

Ryan Richardson: Zex doesn’t look so good now?

JJ Biggs: True but if it wasn’t for that kick to the groin I think Zex may have won already?

The Thrilla cocky as ever taunts the crowd before lifting Zex up, Zex not being shy gets a quick thumb to the eyes and then kicks him to the midsection before hitting a harsh Snap Brainbuster!!! Thrilla lays dormant as Zex takes advantage by ascending the turnbuckle and points down at Thrilla who is laying on his back looking up at the bright lights.

Zex leaps off with his variation of the Spiral Tap down on TST, Zex bounces off him and rolls to the side holding his gut in agony as both men look like they have been in a car crash.

JJ Biggs: I taught him that one!

Ryan Richardson: yeah right!

Zex is the first to his feet and he takes Thrilla by the head and rolls him into the ring, Zex the climbs the apron and spring boards over with a Springboard 450 splash down onto to TST… Zex then locks in a Boston crab and wrenches back hard on Thrilla, but some how Thrilla gets a hand on the ropes and the hold is broken, Zex is unwilling to let go which causes the ref to pull him off… Zex apologises to the ref not noticing Thrilla get back to his feet.

Ryan Richardson: He’s right behind you!!!

Thrilla runs at Zex, Zex side steps and hits a good clean Busaiku Knee Kick, Zex then hits Thrilla with a flurry of kick that he learnt in the orient before pulling him close and hitting a Fishermanbuster!!!

JJ Biggs: Ouch that was a great move there by Zex, seems he is more focused than ever!

Thrilla looks to be out cold as Zex jumps to the top rope like a cat and then leaps from the top rope with his patented shooting star knee drop!!!

JJ Biggs: I can tell ya that the Zex Appeal doesn’t feel good!

Zex covers The Serial Thrilla!

…1! …2! …3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Layne Marshall: Here is your winner, advancing to the next round of the PWA championship tournament…ZEX!!

Zex raises his arms in the air to a huge ovation as “switchback” by Celldweller starts to play!

CREDIT: Valentine Lionheart

Richardson: Indeed it should J.J. Both of these men have talked back and forth all week as Jostrodomus seems to be a little on the lost side and Sandman is hoping to keep it that way with a victory this week.

Biggs: Joz has been around this industry a long time, but Sandman is an up and coming star who is destined for greatness. This should be another stellar performance here tonight by both of these stars.

Richardson: Aren’t they wrestlers? Stars are in the sky Biggs..

Biggs: Whatever you say Ryan, but it looks like Layne Marshall is ready in the ring to do his duties.

Layne Marshall: Ladies and gentlemen this next match is scheduled for one fall in this the opening round of the PWA World Heavyweight Title tournament. Making his way to the ring first hailing from Los Angeles, California standing 6 feet 5 inches tall and weighing in at 265 pounds…He is The Number One Stunner…JOSTRODOMUS!!!

"Enemey" 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 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.

Biggs: Looks like Joz is ready to go and get back to the top of the wrestling world.

Richardson: Just so his brittle bones don’t break…He just might.

Marshall: And his opponent hailing from Norfolk, Virginia standing 6 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 300 pounds…He is The Crippler….JASON SANDMAN!!!

Deal With It Bitch Productions Presents come on the Teletron. Theme To A Fake Revolution comes on speakers and when the opening words are heard the words “The Crippler” 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 and slides under the ropes.

Inside the ring Joz is staring Sandman down as the ref takes the cane and chair and tossed it to the outside.

Biggs: Looks like these boys are ready to knock the living hell out of one another.

Richardson: You mean…Man and Grandpa….

Biggs: Sure…

Inside the ring the bell rings and this match is underway as Sandman and Joz lock it up. Sandman a little bit bigger of the two uses it to his advantage as he gets a little leverage and shoves Joz causing him to fall down. Joz quickly gets to his feet as he charges at Sandman as the two begin to trade blows back and forth. Joz with a right…Sandman connects…Joz connects…Finally Joz gets the upperhand with a quick elbow to the face of Sandman. Joz grabs ahold and whips Sandman into the ropes…Sandman bounces off as Joz connects with a clothesline…Joz with the cover…1….2..and a kickout here in the early going by Sandman. Joz gets up to his feet and reaches down picking Sandman up, but Sandman is able to get an elbow in to the midsection of Joz and sends him stumbling back a couple of steps. Sandman gets to his feet and picks Joz up and connects with a quick scoop slam. Joz on the ground here as Sandman connects with a quick elbow drop and goes for the cover..1….2.and a kickout here by Jostrodomus. Sandman gets to his feet as he grabs Joz and whips him into the corner…Sandman gets a full head of steam and charges only for Joz to move out of the way. Joz quickly gets behind Sandman grabs him by his head and smashes his head off the corner a few times before the ref breaks it up. The fans start to cheer as this match is taking off like expected. Biggs: Back and forth so far here in the early going as you can tell both of these men want a shot at that world title.

Richardson: Sandman looking very impressive as is Joz, but I’m still waiting for a bone to crack.

Back in the ring Jostrodomus has taken control of the match as he lifts sandman up and connects with a vertical suplex. He rolls over for the cover…1….1.5 and a kickout by Jason Sandman. Joz gets to his feet here, picks sandman up and whips him into the ropes, Sandman bounce off, ducks a clothesline and turns around and connects with a hellacious right to the side of Joz’s head sending him stumbling backwards. Sandman charges and connects with a clothesline as Joz goes to the ground. Sandman with the cover..1..2.and a kickout by Joz. Sandman gets to his feet as Joz reaches over and trips him up sending him to the ground but is unable to capitalize as they get to their feet at the same time and start trading punches. Sandman looks like he’s getting the best before Joz gets a cheap shot in with an eye rake. Sandman grabs his eyes as Jostrodomus connects with a quick snap suplex. Joz with the cover..1….2…and a kickout by Sandman. Joz gets to his feet as Sandman is slow to get up…Joz with a couple quick stomps to the midsection of Sandman before picking him up. Joz whips Sandman into the ropes…Sandman bounces off and Joz applies a sleeper hold…Sandman trying to fight his way out of it as Joz applies it harder….Sandman’s fading…He’s down to one knee…Down to both knees as Joz wrenches it in again…The ref checkin’ over Sandman…Wait..

Biggs: C’mon Sandman dig down deep if you want that title!

And that’s just what he does as Sandman rears back with the elbow and connects to the midsection of Joz. Sandman regains his composure as Joz hold his gut. Sandman quickly gets back on Joz and shows his size advantage with a pump handle slam. Joz's slams to the mat and Sandman does for the cover.1....2...Joz somehow rolls Sandman into a small package 1...2...Sandman barely kicks out in time and quickly rolls outside the ring.

Biggs: Sandman is taking a break after he almost got pinned in that small package, but he may not get that long of a break here comes Joz.

Joz dives over the top ropes and Sandman quickly gets out of the way causing Joz to slam into the ground.Sandman rolls into the ring to break the refs count then is quickly back on the floor picking Joz up and then slaming him right back down to the mat with a brain buster. Sandman rolls Joz back into the ring and goes for the pinfall.1....2...Joz's foot gets up on the rope. Sandman is furious and pulls Joz up to his feet whiping him to the ropes. Sandman looks in position for the Ultimate Punishment, but this time its Joz getting out of the ring to stop the momentum of the match.

Biggs: Joz was smart there to get out of the ring. The Ultimate Punishment would have ended things quickly and Sandman would have advanced.

Richardson: Indeed…That could have been all she wrote for The Number One Stunner This week…and the entire world title tournament.

Joz walks around the outside of the ring as the ref continues to count, trying to regain his composure. It’s getting close to a count out so Joz decides to jump back into the ring. Back in the ring Sandman instantly charges at Joz who turns out of the way and sends Sandman shoulder first into the corner post. Joz pulling Sandman back away from the corner as Sandman’s holding onto his arm here. Joz wrenching on the left arm area of Sandman now as Sandman screams out in pain…*BAM* Joz connects with a clothesline sending Sandman to the mat…he covers…1….2…and a kickout by Jason Sandman. Joz gets to his feet as he goes to pick up Sandman…He lifts him into the air and connects with a power slam. Joz sees an opportunity as he goes for a submission hold…He’s got it locked on The # 1 Lock is locked on…Sandman screaming out here as he’s trying to fight it off.

Biggs: I think Joz has him to close to the ropes here…

Richardson: Indeed he did because Sandman just broke the hold…

The ref breaks the hold as Joz gets to his feet and lifts Sandman up off the mat. Joz whips him into the ropes, Sandman ducks the clothesline bounces off and connects with a cross body splash. He falls on top of Joz for the cover…1…2…and a kickout by Jostrodomus. Both men slow getting up here as that cross body splash took every last bit of energy out of Jason Sandman. Joz to a knee, Sandman to his feet…Joz to his…The fight is on as the two start to trade punches, Joz with a chop to the chest, Sandman with a right to the side of Joz’s head…All hell is breaking lose as Sandman gets the upperhand ducking a punch and swinging out the backside of Joz…Connection…Sandman with a reverse ddt here on the number one stunner. Sandman with the cover..1….2…Joz able to get his foot on the ropes there to stop the count. Sandman slams his fist to the ground as he thought the match was over after that one.

Biggs: Close call there for The Number One Stunner…

Richardson: That’s a couple of close calls…one more close call and Sandman might be advancing.

Back in the ring Sandman continues his assault as he lifts Joz into the air and connects with a full nelson slam…He goes for the cove.r..1…2…and a kickout by Joz yet again.

Biggs: You have to give Joz credit he’s fighting with all he has to try and advance..

Richardson: Sandman’s attacks are taking a toll on him though and it’s showing…He just can’t get anything going for very long.

Back in the ring Sandman picks Joz up and whips him into the ropes…Joz ducks a clothesline spins Sandman around and connects with a quick ddt…Both men on the ground here as Joz looks exhausted. The ref begins to count…1….2…..3……4….Both men slowly starting to move about….5……6……7…..Both men to a knee….8….Joz to his feet here as he charges and connects with a knee to the side of Sandman’s head. Joz with the cover…1….2..and a kickout by Jason Sandman. Both men still exhausted as Joz is slow to get to his feet. He picks sandman up and whips him into the ropes…Sandman bounces off as Joz connects with a spine buster…Instead of going for the cover Joz decides to pick him up…He’s calling for it…Number One Stunner time…Joz lifts Sandman up….AND CONNECTS WITH THE NUMBER ONE STUNNER…

Biggs: That may have done it right there…

Joz covers….1….2….2.999999999…Sandman GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES!!! Jostrodomus is in shock…He pounds his fist off the ground and starts to argue with the ref…The ref telling Joz to back off or he’s going to be dqed…Meanwhile Sandman is trying to get to his feet as Joz continues to argue…Sandman to his feet and Joz has no clue…CONNECTION!!!SANDMAN CONNECTS WITH THE ULTIMATE PUNISHMENT!!!Sandman goes for the cover…

Biggs: This is it ladies and gentlemen…3 close calls is to much for Jostrodomus…

Richardson: Did I hear a bone break?

The ref counts…1…..2…..2.9999999999999999999999999999….Joz kicked out! Joz kicked out! Holy hell!

Biggs: HOW IN THE HELL????

Richardson: I don’t know…These two men are giving it their all tonight ladies and gentlemen…

Biggs: Both men have no kicked out of the other’s finisher!!!Amazing…THIS IS WHY YOU WATCH PWA VIOLATION!!

Back in the ring Sandman is much in shock just as Joz was…His fist slam the ground, but he doesn’t argue with the ref…He saw what happened and settles for a dirty look towards the way of the official. Sandman reaches down and picks Joz up as he whips him into the ropes…Joz doesn’t even make it to the ropes before falling down face first…

Biggs: Joz has had it here I think…

Richardson: He’s done for…Take this victory Sandman! Grab it with all you have!

Sandman sees that Joz is out of gas as he reaches down and picks him up, but Joz connects with a quick elbow to the midsection of Sandman sending Sandman stumbling backwards…Joz to his feet…NUFF SAID!!!!JOZ CONNECTS WITH THE NUFF SAID!!!Joz covers….1…..2…..3…….

Biggs: Joz was playing opossum there there…

Richardson: THAT WAS CHEAP! SANDMAN WAS CHEATED!!!

Marshall: And the winner of this match and moving on in the tournament THE NUMBER ONE STUNNER…JOSTRODOMUS!!!!

CREDIT: Jostrodomus and Jason Sandman

Ryan Richardson: JJ I have to say for an opening show, Violation has been awesome so far, and we still have a few more match to go!

JJ Biggs: Well the roster is talented and I can see things getting better as the week progress…But I have to say I have been impressed by the superstars of PWA!

Ryan Richardson: Yeah I mean luckily I had time to…

As Ryan is about to finish his sentence the arena blacks out…then the Violation Video wall starts to flash uncontrollably.

Ryan Richardson: What the hell?

You hear the deep voice of Valentine Lionheart speak through the speakers “ Forget what you think you know; and except what you don’t!” then the lights begin to flash in strobe as "Beyond the north waves" By Immortal starts to blare out over the expensive sound system, as the lights flash around the arena Valentine steps out in from the entrance ramp as his wrestler profile video plays above him, he looks out to the crowd as they give a mixed reaction of cheers and boos.

JJ Biggs: Lets just say this should be entertaining!

Ryan Richardson: You say that as if you know something JJ?

JJ Biggs: About Valentine Lionheart? Heh you must be kidding right?

Ryan Richardson: Do you two have some history from your days as a wrestler then JJ?

JJ Biggs: You could say that!

Valentine Clad in an expensive black suit tailor made just for him begins his slow walk down to the ring, he stops looking at the announce team and points at Biggs with a huge grin on his face before walking around to the ring steps and climbing them, in Valentine’s hand is a microphone you can hear him tap it as he enter the ring via the middle rope.

JJ Biggs: …

Valentine walks to the centre of the ring as the arena returns to normal, he raises the microphone to his mouth where he overly clears his throat, this causes some fans to laugh while others don’t look so pleased with his antics.

Valentine: HA!

A typical opener for Valentine.

Valentine: So here we are…The PWA! And I have to say we seemed to have amassed quite a lot of talent here haven’t we?

The fans cheer.

Valentine: But then with a name like Premiere Wrestling Alliance that’s what you should expect, Premiere Wrestling, Premiere Wrestlers and most importantly a Premiere World Heavyweight champion!

Valentine wastes no time in getting to the point.

Valentine: And that’s where I step in, you see I just took one big long look around the locker room and I have been watching the show so far and I have to say… We have a Premiere Wrestling product, something that stands out bold and unique compared to all the other shows out there… And I looked long at hard to all the guys in the back, I have watched them tape up their wrists, adjust their knee pads and lace their boots, I know these guys have got heart and soul, I have seen the look in all their eyes and I can tell you they all want one thing…And that’s to be the best! I look at the ability of men Like Nighthawk who like myself pushes forward what being a wrestler is all about, I look at men like Zex who have travelled the world learning his craft, fighting through hardships for the love of this sport, I have looked deep into the eyes of Jiraiya Kaito and know that his fusion of technical ability and strong style kicks like myself make him a forced to be reckoned with… I have seen Ace Wylde with all his strength and aptitude getting ready for war, I have witnessed Terminus ready to push his matches to the limit like no other, I have sat there and seen Jason Sandman wrap barbed wire around a baseball back getting read to inflict pain…and the list goes on, from the charisma of Jostrodomus, the heart and passion of Colt, the hunger of men like Miami and Victor Jace… the desire to leave a mark of Tony Santos…And finally the knowledge of The Butcher…And I can safely say that PWA has Premiere Wrestlers… But… not one of them has enough to be a Premiere champion, not one of them has what it takes to lead a promotion from the day of its genesis onwards… Why you may ask? Surely I just praised them? The truth is I do respect them and I know I will have great matches against them…but the truth is they just cant do it… you see I did point out their attributes… and like I said there is a lot to praise when you group them all together… But that’s it isn’t it…to say all that I had to mention a whole bunch of superstars…But the truth is all I needed to say is one name and one name only…VALENTINE LIONHEART!

He stands back again getting a mixed reaction, some do believe that Valentine is the best wrestler alive while other think he is full of his own shit!

Valentine: You see, I am a wrestling purist, I have trained in the art of wrestling all my life, I see it as a true sport for true champions, for men built of grit and honour! But I have also travelled the world to learn my craft, I have sacrificed much to be the man I am today, I lost my wife to this industry and I do it out of passion! I know that I am a fusion wrestler I mix martial arts and wrestling together with a twist of aerial assaults and hardcore malevolence! But that’s not all you need to be a champion, I have charisma and I look good with a title around my waist, I am a franchise player I put the business above myself and I know for a fact there isn’t anyone like me here in PWA, there isn’t anyone with my heart! With my hunger to be the best, with my strength and physical prowess and I brig all this to the ring and have done for the past 15 years! I am a veteran but am still a young man who has stayed injury free… I am without a shadow of a doubt the purist all round wrestler in the world! Nobody has the total package like I do, no one here or elsewhere stands out as the blue print of what a wrestler should be! None of you have what it takes to raise that title above your heads walking around with a target on you back but still give the fans your all! This is who I am…wrestling is what I do and tonight I kick start my neo genesis…in PWA I will rise like the phoenix out of the ashes and bring you all to the Promised Land! With me as your champion only good things will come…I am Valentine Lionheart and I will be PWA World Heavyweight champion! For that is my destiny!

Valentine drops the microphone to the mat, with a thud and some static, he stares down the ramp as his music begins to play and then slowly and methodically exits the ring!

CREDIT: Valentine Lionheart

"Bite It You Scum" sounds around the arena as the opening guitar strains rain out. The lights dim as green pyros shoot from either side of the entrance ramp. The crowd starts to jeer and boo, the camera focusing on a fan holding a 'MIAMI: CESSPIT OF FLORIDA!' sign. Miami appears at the top of the ramp wearing a black t-shirt with 'PWA'S SAVIOUR' imprinted on it. He sarcastically acknowledges the crowd as he starts to strut towards the ring. He leans into the camera and shouts 'THE NAME ON EVERYBODY'S LIPS BABY! before spotting the child holding the anti-Miami sign. He raises his fist as if to punch the child and the child cowers away from the sign. He leaps onto the apron and springs over the ropes and into the ring.

Layne Marshall: Introducing his opponent, hauling from Seattle, Washington and weighing in at two hundred and sixty-eight pounds. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Victor Jace!

“Tap Out or Pass Out” echoes around the walls of the arena before “Prepare For War” drowns it out. Blue sparks begin to fall from the top of the monitor and almost instantly a shadow emerges from behind them. Jace does a slight pose on the entrance ramp where he points to both the left and right side audiences. With a smirk on his face he enters the ring and climbs the lower right turnbuckle and raises one hand high into the air before going to the upper left turnbuckle and doing the same.

JJ Biggs: This match should be an interesting one.

Ryan Richardson: I'm looking forward to it. These two have some unfinished business to attend to, apparently.

The bell rings. The two proceed to lock-up in the center of the ring, but Miami ducks through and he goes behind Jace. Victor tries to catch Miami with a few elbows, but Miami manages to dodge them log enough to lift Victor up and drop him with a Belly-to-Back Suplex. Miami is instantly to his feet and Jace is up seconds later. Again, these two lock up in the center of the ring, this time Miami pokes Jace in the eyes. The referee warns Miami, who simply shrugs off the warning as he goes to work. He knees Jace in the midsection a couple of times before running off the ropes and hitting Jace with a Spinning Neckbreaker. Miami goes for the quick lateral press, 1.................KICK OUT!

JJ Biggs: That was smart. Miami knew he wasn't going to pick up the victory, but he made Jace use valuable energy that he may need later in the match.

Miami goes to work once again as he grabs a handful of Jace's hair and begins to pound away on Jace. Victor is trying his best to block the shots, but he isn't having much luck. Miami finishes the assault and he quickly jumps to his feet. After bouncing off the ropes, he comes back and he drives the point of his elbow into Jace's chest and he's quickly up to his feet again. He's getting a little cocky now, as he's posing for the crowd instead of continuing the assault on Jace. Miami eventually runs off the ropes a second time and he jumps high into the air for this Elbow Drop, but Jace rolls out of the way. Miami quickly gets up to his feet and he's stumbling around the ring rubbing his elbow as he tries to get the feeling back. Jace slowly gets to his feet and as soon as Miami makes a turn, Jace grabs a hold of Miami and he drops him down hard on the mat with a Spinning Spinebuster! He hooks the leg as the referee counts, 1...............2...KICK OUT!

JJ Biggs: Miami would still be in control of this match if he hadn't gotten cocky.

Ryan Richardson: It was only a matter of time before Victor Jace took control, anyway.

Victor Jace gets to his feet and he pulls Miami up, as well. He nails Miami with a few European Uppercuts, which cause Miami to stumble back into the corner. Jace keeps control of the match as he slaps Miami on his chest and then he hits him with a Knife-Edge Chop, and then he slaps him once again. Miami's chest is red as Jace grabs a handful of his hair and he pulls him to the middle of the ring. He sets him up and he proceeds to lift Miami vertically in the air with a suplex. He holds him up, as the blood begins to flow to Miami's head. Jace proceeds to fall backwards executing a nice Vertical Suplex. Instead of going for the lateral press, Jace locks in a Chin Lock submission hold.

Ryan Richardson: The referee needs to get in there and make sure that isn't a chokehold!

JJ Biggs: The referee's right there! I'm sure if it was an illegal move, he'd take action.

Jace is wearing down Miami as he keeps the submission hold locked in. Miami tries to reach back to grab a handful of Jace's hair, or to do whatever he can to make Jace break the hold, but he isn't having any luck. Miami proceeds to slowly try to get to his feet as Jace tries to stop him but he's not having much luck. Miami gets to his feet and he elbows Jace in the midsection once, and then again, and then a third time before Jace finally releases the hold. Miami runs off the ropes and he comes back only to be hit with a Clothesline!

JJ Biggs: It looked like Miami was starting to gain some momentum, but whatever momentum he was gaining is definitely gone.

Ryan Richardson: That's how a Clothesline should be executed! I'm surprised Miami's head didn't land in the crowd after that!

Jace is still in control as he bends forward and pulls Miami up to his feet. He hits Miami with a few forearm shots in the face to keep him dazed as he figures out what he's going to do next. Jace eventually sends Miami into the ropes with an Irish Whip and Jace takes off in the opposite direction and he bounces off the ropes as well. The two competitors are running at each other and Jace uses all of that momentum as he hits Miami with a Spear! He damn near broke Miami in half with that move! Jace hooks the far leg as the referee counts, 1..............2..............KICK OUT!

JJ Biggs: Wow, I thought the match was over. I don't even know if I would have been able to get my shoulder up after that move!

Ryan Richardson: I can't even imagine how painful that must have felt for Miami.

Jace gets to his feet and he proceeds to stomp a mudhole into Miami! He's going crazy with these stomps to the chest and Miami can't do anything about it! Jace eventually finishes the relentless assault and he poses for the crowd only to get showered with boos. He shakes his head before focusing his attention back on Miami. He runs off the ropes and he jumps high into the air connecting with a huge Leg Drop! The force of the move went through Miami's entire body, even causing his legs to leave the mat! Jace decides not to bother with a cover, as he climbs back to his feet and he pulls Miami up, as well. He Irish Whips Miami into the corner, and Miami hits chest first. He stumbles backwards and Jace wraps his hands around Miami's midsection. He throws Miami overhead with a German Suplex, but he doesn't let go. He climbs back to his feet and he hits Miami with a second German Suplex! He's going for a third as he gets back to his feet once again. He executes and this time he releases the German Suplex!

JJ Biggs: Three consecutive German Suplex's can cause your body a lot of pain. If Jace goes for the cover quickly, I think this match just may be over.

Ryan Richardson: We shall see!

Jace has worn himself out a bit after those moves, as well, which would explain why he is so slow to make the cover. Once he does, the referee immediately starts to count, 1..............2.........KICK OUT! Jace almost got the victory there and he can't believe he didn't! He holds up three fingers to the referee, who answers that by only holding up two fingers. Jace slaps the mat in frustration before getting back upright. He pulls Miami up to his knees, but he gets no farther as Miami nails Jace with a lowblow out of desperation. The referee should call the match right there, but instead he just barks another warning in Miami's direction. Jace stumbles backwards and he softly bounces against the ropes holding onto his groin. Miami has gotten to his feet now, as Jace is stumbling back in his direction now. Miami lifts Jace up into a Fireman's Carry position, and he turns that into a Reverse DDT! Miami is unable to hook the leg as he goes for the cover, 1...................2........KICK OUT!

JJ Biggs: That was a wicked move. I can't help but think that if Miami was able to hook Jace's leg he may have gotten the victory.

Ryan Richardson: That was really the first bit of offense we've seen Miami get in quite a while. He needs to turn his fortune around in this match.

JJ Biggs: A lot of offense or not, that move had to hurt.

Miami uses the ropes to get back to his feet as Jace has slowly started to get to his. Once both men are up, Miami suddenly has a burst of energy as he charges in Jace's direction and catches him with a Leg Lariat out of nowhere. Miami slowly gets to his feet again as he picks Jace up. He places his head between his legs and he lifts Jace up onto his shoulders. Miami shows he still has something left in the tank as he runs forward and hits the Liger Bomb (Running Sit-Out Powerbomb). He holds that position for a pinfall attempt as the referee counts, 1.....................2................KICK OUT!

JJ Biggs: How is the match not over after that move? Jace is showing me a lot here tonight.

Ryan Richardson: I have to agree, I thought the match was over.

Miami slowly gets to his feet and he pulls Jace up, as well. He hits Jace with a few forearm shots to the his forehead as he looks to put this match away. Miami leaves Jace standing there and he runs off the ropes looking for something big, but Jace reacts fast enough to take Miami down to the mat with a Drop Toehold. Jace moves as quick as he can at this level of fatigue and he's able to lock in the Victor Lock (STFU)!

JJ Biggs: Victor Jace has the Victory Lock locked in! He's going to advance in the tournament!

Richardson: Maybe, maybe not. Miami needs to find a way to break this hold!

Miami is doing everything in his power to avoid tapping. He's trying to get to the ropes, but it's no use as he's in the center of the ring. All hope looks to be lost as Miami yells i agony. After withstanding the pain of the hold as long as he can, he has to tap as its just to much.

JJ Biggs: It's over! Jace advances! But one thing is for sure, Miami put is all into this match and I don't think it'll be long before he does get his hands on the PWA Title!

Ryan Richardson: I have to agree with you. Both of these men put on a great match.

Layne Marshall: The winner of this match via submission..VICTOR JACE! He advances to the next round of the PWA World Heavyweight Title tournament!

CREDIT: JJ Biggs

Ms. Buck: I am here backstage with one of the men who was not involved with the PWA World Championship tournament. Earlier tonight, Butcher, you faced Reckless Jack and beat him with an impressive win. This makes me wonder why you were not involved with the tournament. Was this a personal request?

The Butcher: Yes, yes it was, Ms. Buck. And it is nice to meet you and to be here in the Premiere Wrestling Alliance. I am looking forward to the new challenges this promotion will give me as I finish off my career. As for the tournament, I did not want to be involved because personally, I want to see what this promotion has to offer. I want to see what the talent is and who is willing to give what to make this a successful business. I see some great names from the past here and I know what they can do, but I want to see what those I have never seen before are able to do in the ring. I know what I am capable of and have proven it over the years. Sooner or later if I choose, I will get a PWA World Title shot and that will be if and whenever I choose.

Ms. Buck: Hmm, that’s mighty confident of you, Butcher…

The Butcher: It isn’t confidence or arrogance, Ms. Buck. It’s just the truth. I could have signed with any other promotion that I wanted but I chose the new PWA. With that comes certain, “privileges”, I will call them. And those privileges include…

The Butcher's voice trails off in mid-sentence as Miranda Buck holds the microphone up close to his mouth. The Butcher acts as if he isn't there as he walks away to deal with this new issue that seems to be bothering him. Standing over there near some large black equipment boxes stands PWA's newest signee, Colt.

The Butcher: Well hey there, pal. I see the trunks so I am assuming you're a wrestler. Just who might you be?

Colt looked at Butcher as he made his way across towards him. He kept his nerves in check it seemed. Colt had his arms crossed as he eyed the bigger man coming over towards him. Butcher stepped in front of him, seemingly towering.

Colt: I am Jared Webb, most know me as Colt. And you must be The Butcher, your reputation proceeds you.

The Butcher gets a slight grin over his face and then extends his hand towards Colt.

The Butcher: Well it's good to meet you, Colt. Welcome to the place that will either make or break your career.

Colt extended his hand and gripped Butcher's hand firmly as he looked up to him.

Colt: I wouldn't be expecting the breaking part. But thanks for the welcome.

The Butcher smirks slightly as he hears Colt's words. He has heard them before, many times before. In fact, many of those that spoke similar words are now flipping burgers at some local surf and turf joint.

The Butcher: Ah, I like the confidence you're showing there, Colt. That's always a good thing to see. But there's also something you might not have heard at the school you came from. It is not polite to stare, especially when a man is trying to give a classic, old school interview like I was doing moments ago.

Colt smirked.

Colt: Is that so? Well I didn't think it was rude to admire a legend from up close. But since we are speaking of lessons, how about you think about this one? We also learn to take from past generations. We learn from our elders and the best in the sport. That's what it IS. Wrestling is a sport. I'm merely watching the best do his business. Because that's what you are the past, and you aren't quite past yet old man. So it is an honor.

The Butcher: An honor? Well isn't that nice. Usually I get guys your age calling me out to kick my ass so they can make a name for themselves.

Colt let his arms drop to his side.

Colt: I don't need to challenge you to make a name. Respect is earned it isn't given to anyone on a silver platter. You know that all to well. My name is just something I am known by. Forget making a name. My heart and skills is what will be noticed. After that, my name will be household anyways.

The Butcher: All right then, Colt. I like what I'm hearing. There may be hope for this new generation after all. Let's see what you can do in the ring and see if you can back up those words. I will be watching.

Colt: Good, because if you miss anything. I'll be sending you tapes.

The Butcher raises a finger in the air like he's going to say something but holds back. He sends a playful chuckle to Colt before walking away, seemingly impressed by the new PWA wrestler.

CREDIT: Colt and The Butcher

Ryan: This match has the makings of a classic! Shaun Andrews and Valentine Lionheart make their PWA debuts in the first round of the tournament to crown a new Heavyweight Champion. Both of these men are TNW Hall of Famers, and they both would like nothing better than become the first PWA World Champion.

JJ: Yeah, I'd like nothing better than to see Andrews make a successful return, and give Lionheart the beating that he deserves!

Ryan: The beating that you were unable to deliver, JJ?

JJ: Whatever.

( The lights dim in the arena as the insomnia tron blacks out then the words I Just ruined your lifeappear on the screen, then the lights begin to flash in strobe as "Beyond the north waves" By Immortal starts to blare out over the expensive sound system, as the lights flash around the arena Valentine steps out in from the entrence ramp in his black tights, boots and gloves, he looks directly at the ring and then takes a swig of the bottle of water in his left hand, he walks down to the ring and stops looking at the crowd at the bottom of the ramp before climbing the steps and walking along the apron he stops staring down the crowd, he tosses the bottle of water into he crowd laughing and then steps inside the ring and awaits the arrival of his next victim.)

Ryan: Well, here comes the man who defeated you in your final match. He's become exteremly popular with the fans as of late. What do you make of that?

JJ: It just goes to show that you can never underestimate the stupidity of the general public.

Ryan: Seems like you're still bitter about the loss, JJ.

JJ: And it seems like I'm not going to enjoy working with you as much as I would have thought.

(Dale Stewart makes a futile attempt to to issue some final pre-match instructions, only to abandon the idea when the two former stablemates begin hurling invective at one another from their respective corners. As soon as Stewart signals for the opening bell, Andrews charges forward and shoots in for an attempted double leg takedown. Valentine sprawls in order to thwart this attempt, and then spins over, and applies a rear waistlock; Shaun sits up, and quickly reverses the hold into a grounded hammerlock in response. Lionheart winces in discomfort, but keeps his cool, and forces his way back to a standing position; he then connects with a back elbow to the jaw that forces Shaun to break the hold, and then instantly spins around, and takes The White Rapper to the mat with a textbook STO. Darkside assumes the mount, and begins to rain down punches and forearms, but Shaun manages to defend himself pretty well as he works his way into a closed guard. Andrews then waits for Lionheart to leave an opening, and finds one when the larger misses with an errant punch. This allows the MMA star to latch onto the extended arm, and scissor it into a triangle hold, which is quickly turned into a bicep slicer. Feeling his arm being compressed, Lionheart opts to reach out and grab the ropes before too much damage is done to the limb.)

Ryan: Both men showing their extensive mixed martial arts experience during that exchange.

JJ: Yeah, both of these guys have forgotten more submission holds than most wrestlers will ever learn, and that means that they'll have to be careful not to make a mistake, because their opponent will have no qualms about exploting the opening.

( Andrews releases the hold at the count of "four", and then backs to ring center with a cocky smirk. Lionheart gives the slightest of nods as he shakes out his arm, and then steps forward to resume the action. Andrews fires a couple of left jabs to keep the larger man at bay, and then attempts to time him with a right cross as he steps into the range. Lionheart is able to slip this blow, and makes Shaun pay for the miss by wrapping him in a tight muay-thai clinch; he then proceeds to bury a series of brutal knees to the midsection that causes his opponent to double over in pain. Lionheart quickly grapples his foe around the waist, lifts him into the air, and then spikes him back-first into the mat with a Diving Gutwrech Powerbomb. With a slight smirk, Lionheart then applies a later press for the first cover of the match: 1...2...Kick out! Undaunted, Lionheart hauls his opponent to his feet, lifts him into a bear hug, and then drives him into the nearest set of trunbuckles. The former TNW World Champion then proceeds to nail Andrews with a series of shoulder thrusts to the breadbasket that are so powerful that they cause Andrews to be lifted off of his feet. Once he's satisfied that he's done enough damage, Valentine then cinches in a front facelock, and then lifts Andrews into vertical suplex position; he lets him dangle upside down for an extended period of time, before fianlly falling back to the mat to complete the move. Lionheart then rolls over, and applies another cover: 1...2...Shoulder Up! )

Ryan: Andrews is showing a lot of heart, but his back and ribs have sustained quite a beating over the past few minutes. I have to wonder how much more punishment he can take!

( Valentine shakes his head, but keeps his emotions in check as he yanks Andrews to his feet by the arm, and then pulls him into a brutal short arm knee to the targeted ribs. Once again, Shaun doubles over, and Valentine takes advatage by driving a clubbing elbow smash to the small of the back. Shaun falls to his knees, and is in no position to defend himself when Lionheart cinches in an elevated Boston Crab. The crowd starts to chant "Tap! Tap! Tap!", but the White Rapper merely shakes his head when Stewart asks him if he wants to quit, and manages to claw his way toward the ropes, and latch onto the bottom cable in order to force Valentine to break the hold. Lionheart looks a bit frustrated , and his eyes grow cold as he waits for his opponent to rise. When then happens, Darkside springs forward, and attempts to put out his opponent's lights, so to speak, with a spin kick; somehow, Andrews is able to intercept this strike, and uses the momentum of Valentine's own kick to twist himself into a very nasty Dragon Screw Legwhip! )

Crowd: OOOOOOOHHHHH!!!!!!

( Andrews takes a moment to collect himself, and then sneers an insult at his opponent as he watches him roll around on the mat and clutch his knee in agony. He then grabs the now-injured right leg, and proceeds to lift Valentine off the mat and slam him onto the canvas, thereby wrneching the leg even further! A sadistic smile plays over the face of The White Rapper as grabs the leg once again, and then drops down, knee first, onto the extended limb; he then repeats this move again...and again...and again...before finally dropping a grapevined kneebar to the injured leg. Valentine's eyes bulge out in pain, and he reaches out desperately for the sanctuary of the ropes. Andrews yells "he ain't goin' nowhere!", and then quickly falls backward in order to cause even more damage to the limb, and Lionheart collapses onto his back in pain. Seeing that his shoulders are down, Dale drops down to issue the count: 1...2...Valentine sits up, and tries to pull himself closer to the cables. For a moment, it seems as though he'll have no choice but to tap, but somehow, he's able to find the strength to continue to fight, and his perserverence is rewarded when he's finally able to reach to the ropes, much to the delight of the crowd! )

JJ: Valentine may have been able to escape that last submission attempt, but he can barely stand right now, and that's going to make him that much more suceptible to further submission attempts!

( Shaun hisses a curse under his breath as he releases the hold, and then quickly maneuvers behind Darkside as the latter struggles to his feet. As soon as Valentine makes it to a standing position, his rival springs off the ropes, and drops down into a wicked chop block to the knee that causes Lionheart to cry out in pain. Valentine crashes to the mat, and Andrews quickly grabs the leg, and turns him over into a single leg crab; once again, Lionheart refuses to submit, and tries to claw his way toward the ropes. Shaun tries to pull him back to the center of the ring, but to no avail, so he then converts the hold into a grapevined anklelock. The crows starts to chant "please don't tap!", and that seems to give Valentine the enegery needed to keep fighting; with one last herculean effort, he reaches out and JUST manages to grab the bottom strand! )

Ryan: Valentine's showing all sorts of toughness, but he quite literally doesn't have a leg to stand upon right now.

JJ: That was one of the lamest comments I've ever heard!

Ryan: Could you have done any better!?

JJ: I was born better...Man! I've missed being able to say that!

( As the crowd pops for Valentine's display of courage, Andrews begins to argue bitterly with the offical, claiming that his opponent submitted verbally to the hold. These arguments, of course, fall upon deaf ears, and The White Rapper finally turns his attention back to his opponent, who, by now, can barely stand as a result of the punishment that he's taken. Andrews seems to realize that it's going to be exceedingly difficult to make his rival submit, so he opts for the more direct method of knocking him cold. To that end, he charges forward, and nails his stricken adversary with a brutal running forearm that causes Lionheart's head to snap back on his shoulders. Andrews then ducks down, and shows some impressive power by lifting the larger man into a fireman's carry before dropping down into a Death Valley Driver. With a wicked grin, the White Rapper then rolls on top of his opponent for the cover: 1...2...Kick Out! Shaun's smile freezes in place, and then transforms into a snarl as he assumes the mount, and rains down punch after punch, only stopping when the ref threatens to DQ him. He then hauls his woozy rival to his feet, and then cinches in a front waistlock; he then falls backward into a Belly-to-Belly Brainbuster that causes Lionheart's head to compress in sickening fashion as it hits the mat. The crowd falls completely silent as Andrews rolls over and applies the cover, hooking the leg in the process: 1...2...THREENO! WAIT! HE GOT A SHOULDER OFF THE MAT!!)

Ryan: How is Lionheart finding the strength to kick out!?

JJ: My guess is that there's just not a lot going on up there in his head, so it's not a partciularly vulnerable area!

( Andrews goes completely ballistic as he realizes that he wasn't able to get the three count, and immediately applies a blatant chokehold while repeatedly slamming the back of his opponent's head into the mat. Stewart manages to pull Andrews off of his opponent, and warns him, in no uncertain terms, that any more misconduct will result in a DQ. Andrews glares at the official for a long moment, but then rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to Valentine. Andrews proceeds to double Valentine over with a quick shoot kick to the ribs, and then attempts to lift him up into position for a piledriver. However, this attempt seems to aggravate the injured ribs that he sustained earlier in the match, for he drops Valentine back to his feet, and stumbles back a step. This gives Valentine the opportunity that he needs to turn the match back in his favor, by grabbing his opponent around the neck with both hands, and lifting him into a two-handed chokebomb!)

Ryan: DARK DROP!

( Despite having the wind knocked out of him by that move, Andrews recovers more quickly that his opponent, and takes advantge by nailing his opponent with a hard right to the jaw. Valentine staggers backward, and Andrews grabs his arm, and attempts to whip him into the ropes. Somehow, Valentine is able to reverse this, and pull his opponent into a Short-Arm Spinebuster; he then takes a moment to collect himself before applying the the cover: 1...2...Kickout! Valentine takes a deep breath, and then hauls his opponent to his feet, he then cinches in another mauy thai clich, and fires off another series of knees to the midsection. Valentine then connects with a savage Hooking Knee Strike to the Jaw, and then caps off the strike sequence with a beautiful Jumping Muay Thai Knee Strike to the chin that drops Andrews in a heap. Once again, Valentine drops down into a lateral press: 1...2...Shoulcer Up! Lionheart takes a moment to level a hate-filled stare at his opponent, then stares into the crowd, and lets out a loud war cry before hauling his opponent to his feet before scooping him off the mat into a Military Press. Valentine holds him aloft for a few moments, before dropping him stomach first to the mat; with the crowd going bonkers, he then scales the nearest set of turnbuckles, and then backflips off the top into a moonsault that connect flush against his opponent's back. Valentine rolls his opponent over, and applies yet another cover: 1...2...NO! KICK OUT!)

JJ: Valentine's hit Andrews with everything in his arsenal over the past few minutes, but can't put him away!

Ryan: Well, he's calling for the Valentine's Day Massacre! If he hits this, then he WILL put Andrews away!

( Valentine's eyes blaze with fury as he regards his opponent, he then signals to the crowd that the end is near, and proceeds to hoist him off the mat, and into a fireman's carry in order to execute the F-5 that he calls the VDM! Andrews, though, is able to rake his opponent's eyes, allowing him the chance to slide behind his opponent, and apply the Kaha-Jatame that he calls Rap It Up! Valentine's eyes fgo wide in panaic, but he's able to maintain his composure, and counters by standing up, and dropping back down in such a way that his opponent's shoulders are pinned to the mat: 1...2...Andrews releases the hold, and JUST manages to get his shoulder off the mat! Andrews waits for his opponent to rise, and then tries to take his head off with a clothesline; however, Valentine ducks the atthold that he calls The Kiss of Death! Andrews fires right hand after right hand into his opponent's face, but these blows have limited effect, so, in desperation, he finally decides to break the hold by nailing his opponent with a swift kick to the groin! This tactic works, but is done within clear view of the official, who turns to the timekeeper and signals for the bell to end the contest!)

Layne Marshall: Your winner...by disqualification...and advancing to the second round of the World Title Tournament...VALENTINE LIONHEART!!!

JJ: WHAT!?

(Andrews looks absolutely livid as the decision is announced, and takes out his frustrations upon his opponent by sinking in the Guillotine Choke that he calls Freestyle! After a few moments of struggle, Stewart is able to pull Andrews off of his opponent; Shaun then spits at his rival before finally leaving the ring. Lionheart takes a moment to recover, before getting to his feet, and acknowledging the cheers of the crowd!)

Ryan: Well, it's pity that such an incredible match had to end in such a fashion, but you have to give both men credit, because they put on a HELL of a show!

JJ: Yeah, and it's a pity that we still have to comtemplate the possiblity of Lionheart becoming the PWA World Champion! I think I'm gonna be sick!

CREDIT: Terminus

Ryan Richardson: Terminus, Nighthawk, and Jiraiya Kaito are three of the greatest high flyers in the world today and we all should feel honored to be here tonight and see this live!

JJ Biggs: Let's get it started!

As "Stigmata" starts to play over the sound system, the lights go dim, and strobe lights flicker in time to the first set of drum beats. This pattern continues until the main riff of the song kicks in. When that happens, Terminus appears at the top of the entrance ramp, amidst a shower of white fireworks. As the strobe lights flicker rapidly, Terminus saunters toward the ring, completely ignoring the presence of the fans. As he reaches the ring, he turns toward the crowd, and draws his thumb across his throat in the ever-popular throat slash gesture. He then slides under the bottom rope, and leans casually against the ropes, awaiting the beginning of the match.

Layne Marshall: Coming to the ring first, residing in Halifax, NS, standing five feet, ten inches, and weighting in tonight at 190 pounds, he is the New Age Punisher, TERMINUS!

Terminus raises one hand to the crowd as, Without warning, each side of the arena suddenly fades into black, the only light left being from lit candles throughout the arena that give the building a ghostly pallor. As the lights finish fading to black the opening strains of "Break It Down Again" by Tears for Fears boom out over the sound speakers the sold-out crowd erupts as if a conquering hero had arrived as Nighthawk walks through the curtain one more time, his cold ice-blue eyes staring down at the ring. As the proud Chicago native keeps on walking down to the ring slapping hands with the first row of fans while staring intensely into the ring, the crowd making it clear which man they support by banging on the ramp in time to this theme song, the Chicago native stops just before the ring stairs and stares up at his opponent. As Nighthawk walks up the stairs and into the ring, his eyes never for a second going off of his opponent, the crowd erupts when that mask of icy cool breaks for a moment as the “Wrestling Machine” bangs his fist to his heart and points it up at the sold-out crowd.

Marshall: Next, we have the Wrestling Machine, from Chicago, Illinois, standing five feet, eleven inches, weighting 185 pounds, NIGHTHAWK!

Nighthawk climbs onto the turnbuckle and raises both arms in the hair.

Japanese Taiko drums rumble throughout the arena speakers as a flute carries out a solo note, causing the lights in the arena to go into a strobe effect in beat with the drums. On the video screen, we see a bright cloudy sky immediately turn into a fiery, sunset-lit sky. A dragon looms out of the sky and speeds its way toward the camera. After two loud beats on the Taiko drums, the lights in the arena go out as the dragon blows fire into the camera, causing fire to explode from the stage area. During the explosion, Kaito is launched from underneath the stage area onto the stage. When the fire dies down, Kaito stands there, dressed in his ring attire with a white coat over it. His head hangs down as red lights begin a strobe effect throughout the arena as "Ka-En-No-Mai" by Akitaka Tohyama plays. Kaito slowly looks up toward the ring and instead of walking to the ring, he runs down to it, not even waiting for Layne Marshall to announce him.

JJ Biggs: Here we go! Kaito is in the ring, and he's already got Nighthawk pushed back into the corner! He's hitting him with lefts and rights! Nighthawk can't defend himself.

Richardson: Kaito is a man possessed tonight! Nighthawk wouldn't defend his honor and he wants his revenge.

Biggs: And he's gonna get it! The referee tries to pull Kaito away from him but he can't get in there! Here comes Terminus! Oh my! Terminus tried to pull Kaito off Nighthawk, and Kaito leveled him with a spinning back kick!

Kaito now starts on Termius, as Nighthawk tries to recover in the corner. Kaito picks up Terminus, spins around him, and throws him to the mat with a X-plex! Terminus is down and Kaito jumps onto him with a double stomp, right to the back of Terminus! He now turns his attention back to Nighthawk, picks him up onto the turnbuckle, and nails him with a hurricanrana! Nighthawk landed right on top of Terminus!

Biggs: Wow! Kaito hit a hurricanrana on Nighthawk from the top turnbuckle and Nighthawk landed on Terminus! All three men are down. What a start to this match. Kaito is the first one up. What's he gonna do here? He has both Terminus and Nighthawk down!

Richardson: If he was smart, he would pin one of them!

Biggs: Nope, Kaito wants to diss out even more pain! He picks up Nighthawk, throws him into the ropes, but Nighthawk catches the rope! Kaito charges at him! And both men fall to the outside of the ring!

Richardson: Terminus is getting up. He looks around and sees that he's the only one in the ring.

Terminus finally sees that both Nighthawk and Kaito are outside the ring, trading punches with each other! Terminus runs to the opposite side of the ring, bounces of the ropes, and drives outside! He lands on top of Nighthawk and Kaito after a slingshot senton! All three men are down outside the ring!

Richardson: Wow! Terminus slung himself over the top rope, turned himself around in midair, and landed on both Nighthawk and Kaito!

Biggs: Look at this! Kaito and Nighthawk are down the ground, and they're still fighting! Kaito just hit Nighthawk in the gut with a kick. Terminus is up, he slides into the ring, and sees that Kaito and Nighthawk are trying to get up while trading punches! These two just will not give up.

Terminus looks outside the ring, sees that Nighthawk and Kaito are still fighting, shakes his head, and slides outside the ring. He grabs Kaito from behind and slams his head down onto to the mat! Kaito is finally down. Nighthawk looks at Terminus as if he is saying thank you but Terminus kicks him in the gut and snaps him down with a snap suplex! Kaito is back up and now him and Terminus are trading punches and kicks with each other! Kaito whips Terminus into the guard rail, but he reveres it and Kaito slams against the guardrail! Terminus runs right at Kaito...and gets backflipped into the crowd!

Biggs: And this match has spilled out into the crowd! Kaito and Terminus are both in the crowd! They're trading punches, again!

Richardson: I was expecting a high-fying contest, but so far, we've just seen one big brawl! I don't think these three even care about winning and going onto the second round, they just want to kill each other! OH MY GOD! DID YOU SEE THAT!?

Biggs: That may have been the craziest thing I have ever seen! Nighthawk grabbed a chair from outside the ring, ran, jumped up onto the guard rail, ran along it, jumped off, and nailed both Terminus and Kaito with the chair! He put the chair in front of his body and used them both as a weapon! All three men are down in the crowd!

Richardson: I can't believe this! Nighthawk put his own body on the line to take out Terminus and Kaito! All three men are down. Folks, I don't know if we're gonna be able to continue.

Biggs: The referee is checking on all three men. Security is holding back the fans from getting to these three men. I don't believe it. Nighthawk is up! He's up over the guard rail and sliding into the ring! These fans are clipping for Nighthawk and chanting his name. And he deserve it.

Richardson: Does he? Terminus is now up and also sliding into the ring! Kaito, however, appears to have gotten hit right in the head with Nighthawk's chair and is still down.

Biggs: Yes, he is. But we got action in the ring! Terminus just Irish whipped Nighthawk into the ropes, but Nighthawk dodges his dropkick! Terminus is back up fast, Nighthawk jumps onto the second rope...lionsault! Nighthawk flipped his body off the rope and landed right on Terminus. He covers him...1...2...no! Terminus kicked out! That's the first cover attempt we've had in this match.

Richardson: Nighthawk picks up Terminus after that cover and hits him with a dropsault!

Biggs: He bounces off the ropes again...clothes...no! Terminus ducked! Nighthawk spins around...enzuigiri! Terminus kicked Nighthawk right in the head! Terminus leaps up and...oh wow, he's fast, he's already on the top turnbuckle!

Richardson: He's risking it all!

Biggs: And it worked! Terminus off the top turnbuckle with a skytwister press! He covers!

One!

Two!

No!

Richardson: Nighthawk kicked out!

Biggs: Nighthawk has been getting pounded on this entire match and he won't quit! Terminus can't believe it. He quickly recovers and locks Nighthawk in a sissored armbar! He's really pulling back on the arms and shoulders of Nighthawk.

Richardson: It looks like he's trying to rip the arms off Nighthawk from behind!

The referee is asking Nighthawk if he wants to give up...Nighthawk says no! But the hold gets broken up!

Biggs: Kaito broke it up! He came off the top rope and dropkicked Nighthawk right in the gut! My God, I have never seen that before!

Richardson: It surprised Terminus so much that he let go.

Biggs: Terminus and Kaito are both on their feet. They lock up...first lock up we've had and we've been going at least ten minutes...These two are eveningly matched. They're just pushing each other around. Terminus finally pushes Kaito into the corner. Terminus reaches back and...no! Terminus tried to slam his shoulder into Kaito, but Kaito jumped over Terminus and flipped over him into a sunset flip! Here's the pin! One...two...No! Nighthawk broke it up!

Richardson: Nighthawk picks up Kaito...he grabs his head...walks over to the turnbuckle.

Biggs: Where is Nighthawk going with this? Tornado DDT! Nighthawk is quickly back to his feet and onto the top rope...guillotine legdrop! Nighthawk landed his leg right across the throat of Kaito! He pins him...one...two...no! Terminus broke it up this time!

Richardson: What a match! These three are awesome to watch!

Terminus broke up the pin with a kick to Nighthawk's head and now he picks up Nighthawk. Kaito is up too...Kaito and Terminus appear to be talking to each. Terminus pushes Kaito over to Kaito and climbs up to the top rope. Kaito waits until Terminus is ready, while punching Nighthawk in the gut. Terminus nods to him...Kaito slams Nighthawk to the mat with a STO...Terminus off the top with a the Terminal Velocity!

Biggs: There it is! Terminal Velocity! Terminus has this match won!

Richardson: He covers! One...two...

Biggs: Kaito broke it up!

Richardson: Well, of course he did! Like he was just gonna let Terminus get the pin!

Terminus and Katio stare each other down. They lock up. Neither man can gain the advantage. They're pushing each other all over the ring. Kaito finally pushes Terminus into the corner. He leans back...but he moves! Nighthawk was trying to dropkick Katio in the back but Kaito somehow saw him coming and moved out of the way! Nighthawk dropkicked Terminus and Terminus is down. Katio and Nighthawk lock up now. Nighthawk with the Irish Whip.

Biggs: Nighthawk is still a little groggy from that Terminal Velocity. He drops his head...Todome Da! Nighthawk dropped his head, a rookie mistake, Kaito spun around him and hit the Todome Da! Kaito has this match won! No! Terminus just hit the Viaticum on Kaito! Kaito rolls out of the ring. Terminus goes to top rope...another Terminal Velocity on Nighthawk. He makes the cover!

One...

Two...

Three!

Richardson: Terminus wins!

The referee raises Terminus hand but instead of his music playing, "Bleed It Out" by Linkin Park plays.

Biggs: What the? What is Chris Wilkins coming out here for?

Indeed, the PWA owner, along with his assistant Jessi Colter, has walked out onto the entrance ramp. Chris already has a microphone in his head.

Chris: Congratulations on winning, Terminus. However, I'm out here to talk to the other two in the ring, Nighthawk and Kaito.

Kaito has gotten up and is standing outside the ring, looking at Chris. Nighthawk, however, is still down inside the ring.

Chris: All right, well, Kaito will at least hear it. Somebody can tell Nighthawk later. Anyway, next week at Violation, I've already decided on one match. It's gonna be that man standing outside the ring, fighting that man laying inside that ring! That's right! Kaito against Nighthawk! And after what I saw tonight, I'm gonna make it a falls count anywhere match so you two can beat the hell out of each other!

Biggs: What a match! Kaito against Nighthawk in a falls count anywhere match!

Chris: Now, the third announcement I promised earlier. At Gold Rush, our first PPV, we're gonna have not only the World title on the line, but also the PWA Cruiserweight title will be fought for! And Nighthawk, since I know how much a Cruiserweight title means to you, you're the first man in that match! Thank you and good night!

With that, Chris and Jessi walk to the back. As the show ends, we see Kaito looking at Nighthawk, who is still laying in the ring, as Terminus is seen in the background.

Biggs: What a show! We'll see you next week for the second Violation!

CREDIT: Chris Wilkins