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Violation 30
Sunday, June 8th, 2008
Key Arena in Seattle, Washington

Welcome to the Show
Written by: Dan

[A limousine pulls up out behind the arena. "The Franchise" Dade Davis quickly greats it, ushering the chauffeur back into the car so he can open the door. As he does, Ashlee Michaels steps out of the vehicle and Dade greets her with a hug.]

Franchise: Ashlee, I am so glad that you came tonight. I take it that the nanny I hired you worked out perfectly?

Ashlee: Yeah Dade, actually she is pretty great.

Franchise: She comes with years of experience. I mean, anyone who helped raise The Franchise can't be all bad, can she?

[Ashlee giggles]

Ashlee: I guess not.

Franchise: Anyway, I figure you can hang around back here for a while, meet some of the guys if you really want to. If I am busy, Justin, Eddie or Anthony can take you around. And, we have a great little Pre-High Stakes Casino Night going on in the Dade Davis locker room. Free drinks, and all the VIP treatment that you deserve.

Ashlee: Well sounds great Dade, I do get to see some matches though, right?

Franchise: Of course, as soon as you want to go out, I have a front row seat for you. Justin is going to sit with you, just to make sure that everyone stays clear of Dade Davis' personal guest.

Ashlee: Thanks Dade, that is so sweet of you.

[Dade puts out his arm as if he is a gentleman. Ashlee takes it and she and Dade walk off from the limo. Moments later, just as they get out of site, "HotShot" Chris Michaels walks up to the limo with a grin on his face. He takes a second to adjust his hair as he opens the back door to greet his wife. Instead he is greeted with an empty limo. HotShot slams the door shut.]

HotShot: Damnit!

[He goes to the front of the limo and opens the door. He pulls the limo driver out.]

HotShot: Where is she?

Limo: With Mr. Davis, sir....he was here to great her right away. I'm sorry....

[HotShot tosses the driver aside.]

HotShot: Dade, that son of a.....

[Scene shifts to ringside to Ray Quadros and Carl Franks.]

Ray Quadros: Trouble in paradise?

Carl Franks: Or Dade Davis is just doing anything he can to get under Chris Michaels' skin.

Ray Quadros: Either way Carl, I have a feeling this is going to be a long night for them both.

Dan Manheim vs. KAI
Written by: Andrew

Franks: All right, everyone...welcome to the 30th episode of PWA Violation! Interesting match-up to start off this card, featuring the debut of KAI against the returning Dan Manheim. I , for one, am interesting to see what kind of impression KAI is going to make upon this federation, Ray!

Quadros: Yeah...and I'm interested to see what the so-called greatest Artform with think when Manheim uses his blood, and the canavs, to create an abstract work of art!

(A hard pounding, followed by the chanting of the Street Drum Corp's "Wrecks" plays in the arena while smoke billows from the entrance way and out walks KAI. The young man stops in front of the ring and bows, then in one leap, goes from floor to ring apron where he flips the rest of the way into the ring.

Freddy Ferdinand: Standing 5 feet, 8 inches tall. He hails from the Caribbean Island of Bonaire. He is Sport's Greatest Artform. He is KAI!

Kai stands center ring with a straight face as he awaits the opening bell.

(The lights in the arena darken a bit. "Switchback" by Biohazard plays as Dan Manheim walks out from behind the curtain. He does a few jumps to prepare himself as he walks forward to a shower of pyros beside him. He walks through the pyros and starts down the ramp towards the ring. The lights come back to normal as Dan jumps on the apron to a massive turnbuckle pyro. He gets in the ring, raising balled fists in the air to some boos.)

Franks: All right, the match is about to begin...so, if you want to change your pick in this mtach, Ray, now's your chance to do so!

Quadros: Not at all. Hell, on the basis of ring entrances alone, I am now even more confident in my orginal pick. Manheim isn't just going to defeat this punk, he's going to DESTROY him!

( As referee Pierre French signals for the opening bell, Manheim charges forward, and immediately attempts to take his opponent's head off with a running clothesline. KAI ducks the attack, and rthen proceeds to counter with a knife-edged chop to the chest just as his opponent turns around to face him. WHOO! Manheim merely grins in response, and motions for Niko to try his luck again. KAI is only too happy to oblige, and proceeds to nail him with a second chop! WHOO! A third! WHOO! And a fourth! WHOO! All these chops serve to to do, though, is make Manheim's grin grow even wider; Dan proceeds to flex his well-muscled torso, and hulk up like the brother himself...but in doing so, he leaves himself in no position to defend against the spinning enzuigiri that connects flush against his head, and deposits him in a heap on the canvas. KAI immediately jumps on top of his opponent, covering him for the first pinfall attempt of the match: 1....2....Kick Out!

Undaunted, Niko simply springs to his feet, backs up a couple of steps, and, as the larger man staggers back to his feet, proceeds to sprint forward into a high-velocity front dropkick to the face that sends Dan flying back into the nearest corner. KAI immediately follows up with cartwheel jumping high kick that catches Manheim in the face, and then snapmares him out of the corner, and caps the sequence with a sick looking buzzsaw kick to the back of the head that causes his opponent's eyes to go vacant as he slumps to the mat. Another cover: 1.....2....THREENO! Shoulder up!

KAI seems a little surprised by his opponent's resilence, but quickly smooths his features to stillness as he waits for his opponent to rise off the mat once more. As Maheim stumbles back to his feet, KAI unleashes a nasty looking spinning thrust kick that seems designed to take his opponent's head off of his shoulders; however, the kick doesn't connect, for manheim is able to intercept the blow, and grab the enxtended leg. Manheim then capitalizes by pulling KAI toward him, into a brutal lariat that turns the smaller man inside out upon impact!

Manheim breaks out into a nasty leer as he watches his oppponent quiver helplessly on the mat, and, then slowly, deliberately begins to stomp away at his rival as the latter desperately attempts to struggle back to his feet. After a few moments spent in this fashion, Dan then proceeds to pull his opponent into a short-arm knee to the gut, and then clubs him in the back of the neck with a forearm to deposit him face first on the mat. Dan's evil grin grows just a little bit wider as stares down at his opponent for a moment, before backing into the ropes, and leaping into a flying headbutt that catches KAI in the back of the head.

Manheim then slowly rolls his opponent over, and covers: 1....2...Kick Out! Dan seems pleased about having the opportunity to inflict more punishment, and simply hauls KAI up to his feet before hoisting him into a military press, and holding him there for a few moments before slamming hims hard down into the mat. Another cover; 1....2....THR-Shoulder up! Manheim's grin freezes for a moment, but quickly reappears as he pulls the smaller man back to his feet, and then whips him into the ropes before driving him back down to the mat with a thunderous main-event spinebuster! A third cover: 1..........2...........NO! Kick Out at 2.9999999999999999!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Not looking terribly upset, Manheim simply hauls his opponent back to his feet by the arm, and then pulls him into a bearhug; the larger man smirks for a moment as he squeezes on this hold for all that he's worth, before charging forward and ramming his opponent into the corner. Dan then follows up this attack with a running corner spear to the gut that causes his opponent to double over in agony; he then sets KAI up for his Cannonball Seated Powerbomb...but the newcomer still has a lot of fight left in him and fires down on his rival with a series of punches that causes Dan to lose his balance momentarily. This allows KAI to rana his opponent down to the mat; a somewhat disorientted Manheim stumbles back to his feet, just in time to be met by a wicked shining wizard that catches him squarely on the temple!

Manheim collapses as if shot, but KAI wants to make certain that his opponent will stay down, and quickly leaps to the top rope, and sails off into his patented Black Magic Hangover Legdrop! Connection! Cover! Hook of the leg! ONE.................TWO.................THREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!The fans give the PWA newcomer a nice ovation, which he acknowledges by bowing in all four directions, before exiting the ring while the official continues to check upon the barely-conscious Manheim.)

Quadros: I...I can't believe it! There's...there's no way that should have happned! Manheim had him beaten in terms of size, in terms of strength, and, most importantly, in terms of the quality of his entrance! There's no way that he should have lost!

Franks, smirking: Well, KAI may not have been able to defeat Manheim in terms of the qualty of his entrance, but he certainly was able to defeat him inside the ring, and picks up his first win in PWA Competition. Impressive debut by the youngster, and I'm interested to see how he'll fare in the future.

The Gender Issue
Written by: Andrew & Neil

We head backstage towards Commissioner Butcher’s office where he is seated behind his desk with a stern expression painted over his face. Sitting across from him in front of the desk is Referee Sasha Brown. She looks to be quite content with the recent happenings of last week where Aiden Miles LOST to Jessi Colter. And let’s not forget she is looking extra hot tonight in her custom cut striped referee shirt with a diamond cut out of the center, showing off the amazing God given cleavage Mr. Miles is so fond about. She leans back in the chair, flaunting herself in an almost unprofessional manner as the Commissioner gives her the third degree.

The Butcher: What happened last week was completely unacceptable behavior as a PWA official, Ms. Brown. Your objectiveness has come into question and quite frankly I think your bias for the Wren Chesney version of PWA is counter productive to what we are building here.

Sasha Brown: What do you mean? That was a great match last week. Big win for the underdog. Who knew Jessi Colter could beat Aiden Miles? Who knew Aiden Miles could be suck a horrible wrestler? Oh yeah, I did!

The Butcher: See that’s what I mean! You’re a referee! You shouldn’t be in that ring determining the outcomes of matches.

Sasha Brown: But I didn’t.

The Butcher: Yes you did! It was obvious you counted fast! Right now I don’t think I can trust you refereeing any future matches in PWA.

Sasha Brown: What?! That is not the way Wren Chesney sees it! In fact, she might promote me to the head referee and let me work all of the main events.

The Butcher: Not when I’m commissioner, Ms. Brown. I call the shots and decided who works what match. It doesn’t matter what you, Wren, or the Feminist League of America has to say about this. I will NOT have you playing favorites!

At that moment, Terminus enters through the open door, flanked, as always, by his lovely fiance, Natalie Snow. The Commissioner stops his chat with Referee Brown and turns his attention to Terminus and Natalie Snow.

The Butcher: Give me a minute, Terminus, and I’ll be right with you.

The masked man immediately senses the tension that exists within the room, as well as the anger that's written across the face of his lover at the thought of not being acknowledged by the Butcher. Smirking slightly, the New Age Punisher simply leans back against the wall, and folds his arms across his chest as the fuming Natalie storms forward and places her hands on her hips.

Terminus: Actually, James, I was just accompanying Natalie here, since SHE was the one who wanted to ask you a couple of questions...

The Butcher: Well then, Natalie, it’ll have to wait.

Sasha Brown: She doesn’t have to wait for you to finish with me, Commissioner. I’m done listening anyway. Might as well let a fellow WOMAN express herself to better this company.

Referee Sasha Brown shoots Natalie a smirk.

Natalie, returning the smirk: Well, Sasha, in order to do that, Cortez MIGHT have to acknowledge the fact that women actually EXIST!

Butcher opens his mouth as if to reply, but Natalie simply cuts him off; for his part, Terminus continues to lean against the wall, clearly waiting in anticipation for one of his lover's trademark diatribes.

The Butcher: Give me a break, Natalie.

Natalie: A break!? You're god damned lucky that I don't break you in half you sanctimonious sack of pig vomit! You know, Butch...ever since I was employed by TNW, I kind of resigned myself to the fact that I would be treated like some kind of sex object. Not that I enjoyed being objectified, but I figured that it was simply an occupational hazard that I had to deal with.

And, I guess I wasn't too surprised by the fact that this trend continued when I aligned myself with Gundan RTO...I guess I wasn't too surprised when your good buddy Jostrodomus took every opportunity to call me a slut, and whore, and every other name that he could think of...while YOU simply sat back and watched with that insipid little smirk on your face!

Natalie, taking a deep breath to control her anger: But, you know...I could deal with that. What I CANNOT deal with, however, is the fact that the chauvinism and misogamy has spiraled out of control, to the point where even the officials are subjected to the most vile forms of abuse! When does it stop, Butcher!? WHEN DOES IT END!?

Sasha Brown: Sing it, sister! When does it end?

The Commissioner is feeling ganged up here inside of his own office and doesn’t respond right away. He looks towards Terminus, hoping the former PWA World Heavyweight Champion will reign his woman in. That doesn’t seem to be happening as Terminus smiles underneath his mask.

The Butcher: Well, Natalie, Sasha, I guess for it all to end it has to begin first. And from where I am sitting none of these accusations you speak of have even started. PWA is one of the top promotions in the industry if not THE top promotion that has hired women. That is all thanks to me when I got this job. Women were hardly hired at all when Michael Bourne was running this company. In fact, if I do remember correctly, Miranda Buck was only hired because her name rhymed with a certain word and because of her “ass”ets. This all started over Aiden Miles and if anything has spiraled out of control it is this push for him to be fired and the idea I run a sexist company.

Sasha scoffs openly at this statement, and Natalie's mouth drops in disbelief as she turns toward Terminus, who simply shrugs in response.

Natalie: You've got to be KIDDING me! You....You're actually claiming that you're...you're enlightened on this subject!? YOU!?

The Butcher: Yeah! What’s wrong with ME?!

Natalie: Well, for starters, let's take a look at the positions in which these women were hired. Sasha Brown is most certainly the most competent referee on the staff, yet Andy Sheppard continues to hold the position of senior referee in the company! Theresa Ford is the co-anchor of PWA Tonight...yet, she puts considerably more time and energy into her job than Max Porter ever does!

And, with the exception of Wren Chesney, there isn't a single female member on the Board of Directors, nor is there really a single female in any high-profile position within this company. I don't know about you, but that sounds like a glass ceiling to me!

Sasha Brown: I couldn’t have said it better myself!

Commissioner Butcher squeezes the bridge of his nose because he is starting to get a headache over all of this.

The Butcher: I am not going to hire unqualified people…man OR woman to fill positions based off their gender, Ms. Snow. Yes, men do fill the higher positions here in PWA but that does not mean they haven’t worked hard to get there. For you to insinuate that Referee Sheppard, Max Porter, anybody really is only there because they are a man is not only poor judgment on your part but it is just wrong.

Natalie: But...but...how can someone become qualified for ANY position when they're never given an opportunity!? Natalie, turning to Terminus: It's worse than I thought, my love. It's hopeless, I say. Just...just HOPELESS!

Terminus, gazing pointedly at Butcher: Yes, it certainly seems that way...

The Butcher: Moving on. What did you even come here to see me for?

Natalie: I came here, Butcher...because I want the head of two individuals on a silver fucking platter. I want the head of Mary Katherine MacDonald for betraying the trust of the man that I love, and of Red Dragon for betraying the memory of my twin sister! And, I WILL have their heads, Butcher....I just wanted to be able to say that I went through the proper channels in order to make that happen.

The Butcher: Absolutely not. The last time we had a female wrestle a male…

The stares towards Sasha Brown who smirks back.

The Butcher: …I had female rights activists trying to shut us down. It isn’t going to happen, Natalie. Even with Referee Brown working the match.

Natalie: But...But...I'm willing to sign any waiver form..to have any official work the match....hell, I'm willing to have Red Dragon pick any stipulation! Yet, in spite of all of this, you STILL say no!? I know you don't like me Cortez, but this is LOW...even for you!

The Butcher: Right. Anything I can do for you, Terminus?

Terminus: Oh, not really. I think you've proved, once again, that you're just as incapable of thinking outside your own, little, narrow-minded box as you always were, Jimmy. I think you've proved that, when given the opportunity to act with true vision, you'll simply revert to the status quo behavior that seems to have become your trademark. And, honestly...*shrugs*...that's a shame, because despite the issues that we've had, and despite how much I've enjoyed watching you squirm this evening, I honestly thought that you had it in you to see things a bit differently. Oh well...so much for the King of Extreme...

With that, Terminus and Natalie nod in the direction of Sasha, and walk through the door without saying another word.

A Deal is a Deal
Written by: Bailey & Okori

"Space Dementia" By Muse kicks over the sound system. The crowd launch into boos as the piano fugues blend together into disharmonious harmony. Cross Recoba comes out dressed in his wrestling attire. He rotates the Crucifix round his neck and adjusts the collar on his 3/4 length Black jacket with blood-red pinstripes. Lillian Walker looks as vivacious as ever, she comes out behind Cross and blows a kiss to the crowd further incensing them.

Franks: Lillian Walker's next movie better blow the critics away because she's slowly eroding her fanbase here in Capital city!

The camera pans round the Key Arena and show some of the witticisms of the PWA fans. "Guillotine? Beheaded? BeHAWKED!" , "NO! JASON I'M YOUR ANGEL!" and "LONDON! THE PRIDE OF DUBLIN!". Cross saunters down to the ring pointing his belt at the cameras.

Cross: It's staying in Vegas!

He enters the ring and lets Lillian climb in between the top and middle ropes. She kisses him on the cheek before disrobing him of the jacket.

Franks: Recoba didn't have the guts to send out his own challenge face-to-face, he sent Lillian to a radio show to pass on a message, he's running scared if you ask me!

Quadros: Are you a champion?

Franks: What's that got to do with anything

Quadros: He's a busy man, he told me backstage that he had better things to do so whilst she was at the radio show he was getting fitted for the jacket he wore tonight!

Franks: Well that's a good sign to men worldwide, get a woman to do your dirty work!

Quadros: Isn't it just!

As his opponent stands in the center of the ring the house lights in the arena suddenly fade all the way to black and are quickly replaced by blue and white laser lights which draws an appreciative roar from the sold-out crowd. As the laser lights flash in time the roar grows ever louder as the familiar opening strains of "Fucking in the Bushes (Sweet Home Chicago Intro)" by Oasis booms out over the sound speakers as Nighthawk stands at the top of the ramp, his profile silhouetted by blue smoke. Bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet Nighthawk stares a hole through his opponent in the middle of the ring as the crowd claps along in time with the beat, his ice-blue eyes never leaving his target as he walks down the ramp while shaking hands of the first few rows of fans.Sin follows down after her husband, she smiles to the crowd and tries to psyche up Hawk for the challenge. Getting on the top turnbuckle Nighthawk raises one finger above his head before crouching down in his corner.

Quadros: Look at Hawk, he's treating this like he's going into battle!

Franks: Do you hear anything he says? This is his baby he is chasing, it's a well known fact that Hawk sees the title as his own personal property, you think he wants a lowlife like Cross to be synonymous with the Light-Heavyweight title?

Cross motions for a microphone as the crowd fall hush.

Cross: Right, Hawk, you know what you have to do, you know that I'm going to put you in the hold, you think you can escape...I know you can't. So if you prove me wrong then next week at Violation Thirty-One in Vancouver you get a title-shot.

You got that?

Hawk looks at him with a withering expression and nods his head, he wants to get underway and get a shot at the title belt that has perhaps more emotional feelings invested in it than any other wrestler in the company can state.

Cross: So we're good to go, Lillian, hold this.

He hands Lillian the microphone, Sin glowers at the movie star as they take their places on opposite corners of the ring. Cross and Hawk stand in the centre of the ring. Hawk bows his body to be set-up for the hold, Cross nails an unsporting forearm to the back of Nighthawk before hoisting him into the hold. He lifts Hawk upside down and steps over the arms of the fellow Illinoisian.

Sin: You can do it! That belt will be with us next week!

Cross wrenches back on the legs of Hawk as the hold is finally put in place. Quickly reaching back underneath the hold Nighthawk hooks in an ankle pick and breaks the hold, floating up quickly before Cross can even realize what happened into the Hangman's Clutch.

Franks: My God! He's cinched in his own hold! Hangman's Clutch! Is he softening up the champion for next week!

Quadros: The lowlife! This wasn't in the rules!

Lillian Walker goes to try and help her man but Sin flattens her with a stiff looking kick to the face, she falls to the floor holding her face as she goes outside the ring.

Quadros: Doesn't Sin know that face is worth millions? She could hamper the filming and then where would Hawk be? On his ass with litigation!

PWA Road Agents rush down to the ring to try and break the hold. An unchracteristic smirk is on Hawk's face as he pulls further back on the neck of Recoba who is now screaming in pain. Hawk knows that this will send the message across that not only was Cross wrong but that he's out of his depth in this fight. The PWA Road Agents finally pull Hawk off Recoba and Recoba holds his neck in pain, he staggers a few steps on his hands and knees and Lillian pulls him out of the ring. She holds a microphone still from earlier.

Cross: Hawk! You think you got it easy? Well that wasn't in the agreement! That wasn't the deal! I'll spend whatever it takes to prove you broke the agreement!

Cross is being supported by Lillian as they walk backwards right into PWA Commissioner The Butcher! Cross looks mortified as he sees his boss.

The Butcher: Now you see Cross, this is my company, and you made a deal, that's why next week, you and Hawk will go one-on- one in a sixty minute match-up for the belt that your...call girl, holds in her hands! Now if you don't go through with it then I'll have no other choice than to strip you of the belt before you've even made a defence!

Cross looks absolutely horrified at this threat from his boss. He looks down at the belt and starts to shake his head. We cut to commercial with a shot Hawk leaning on the ropes, clearly lapping up the latest developments and anticipating the return of a belt that is rightfully his.

London McCormack vs. Red Dragon
Written by: Neil

Arena become pitch black as smoke starts to fill the arena as red spot lights move across the crowd. “I am the thorn” by Cradle Of Filth, starts to play over the PA system as flames erupts up from the stage as Red Dragon walks out from behind the curtain and stops at the top of the ramp. Dragon walks through the flames as the crowd starts to either boo or chant his name. The flames split and move to the sides of the ramp and he starts walking down the ramp. The red spotlights come together on Dragon as they follow him walking down the ramp but stops in the middle of the ramp as he glares around at the crowd before running his thumb across his throat. Dragon starts to head back towards the ring he looks back at the Xtron and flame appears on the screen and an image of a Red Dragon flies through the flames. Red Dragon turns back around and heads toward the ring. When he arrives at the ring, he slides in and goes to the middle of the ring. The image of the Red Dragon appears again in the middle of the ring as he glares around at the crowd and announcers and flips them off. The spotlight goes off and flames come from all four-ring post. By the time, the lights are back on Red Dragon is found leaning against a ring post waiting for his opponent.

Franks: Red Dragon still can’t find his place in PWA after Project Catastrophe fell and Camp Carnage didn’t want him back.

Quadros: Well he never has a problem collecting his PWA paycheck each week.

“Stronger” by Kanye West then begins to play as London McCormack steps out from the back to a nice ovation. McCormack slaps hands with a couple fans before sliding into the ring and stares down Red Dragon. Dragon complains to Referee Steve Upshaw that McCormack has a weapon. Upshaw looks over London McCormack and checks his boots for any type of weapon. Nothing is found, which draws more anger from London over this process.

Franks: London McCormack is a young upstart who has really taken PWA by storm with his in your face style, Ray. He came up short at Mob Rules but he’s still in contention for the Light Heavyweight Championship.

Quadros: If only the Commissioner would give him a chance.

Referee Upshaw calls for the bell to get this match underway. The two circle around the ring for a moment and then lock up. Quick head lock by McCormack as Red Dragon tries to push him off. London has the head lock on tight as he wrenches down to the fan’s delight. Dragon with a cheap eye rake to get himself out before too much damage is done. Upshaw warns Dragon for the foul play but he isn’t in any mood to listen to anybody. He shoots in to take down London McCormack but finds himself falling face first to the canvass after a drop toe hold. McCormack is quick to apply a face lock on the mat, causing Dragon to yell out in pain.

Franks: Is it me or does London McCormack look to be in a bit of a foul mood tonight?

Quadros: He’s just focused, Carl. He knows what he has to do.

Dragon reaches out and grabs the bottom rope after a few moments of being in the hold. Referee Upshaw wants a clean break but he isn’t getting one. 1! 2! 3! 4! London releases the hold but pulls Red Dragon up to his feet by the hair. Irish whip by London McCormack and he blasts Dragon with a stiff Hart Attack Clothesline. McCormack now starts stomping away on Red Dragon, giving him no room to breath. Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stompidy stomp stomp! Cover! 1...2...KICK OUT!

London McCormack continues with the momentum as he pulls Red Dragon up into a reverse Atomic Drop. Upshaw warns McCormack over the close low blow. London only replies to the referee by cracking Dragon in the face with a follow up pele kick! London McCormack covers Red Dragon, who looks to be out of it…1...2...THRE…NO! London McCormack pulls Red Dragon up by the hair!

Franks: What is he doing? Red Dragon was out cold!

Quadros: I’m not sure yet. He’s Irish. He wants to fight some more.

He pulls Red Dragon over to the corner and goes behind the back…German suplex into the turnbuckles! OH! Red Dragon is out of it now for sure! Referee Upshaw tells London McCormack to go for the cover but the Irishman won’t for whatever reason. He pulls the lifeless Red Dragon up one more time with a dead serious expression over his face. He takes Dragon by the head and performs a slingshot DDT that London McCormack’s fans all know is called the Wave of the Future!! Again, London McCormack doesn’t go for the pin fall!

Franks: Damn it, London! Cover the man and end it!

McCormack gets a look over his face that’s almost cold and calculating. He grabs Red Dragon by the ankle and twists it into his Flux Capacitor. The once lifeless body of Red Dragon shoots up in pain as he starts tapping out! Referee Upshaw calls for the bell! DING! DING! DING! He tells McCormack to let go but he won’t! Ring the bell again! DING! DING! DING! Again London McCormack doesn’t let go! In fact, he locks on to the ankle even deeper with each ding of the bell! Upshaw tries to pull London off of Red Dragon but he’s locked on like an angry pit bull.

Franks: Somebody get London McCormack of Red Dragon!

Quadros: He’s going to break his ankle, Carl. It can only bend so much!

Red Dragon is hoping around on the canvass as London McCormack gives the ankle one more twist! OH! EWW!! London McCormack releases the now broken ankle of Red Dragon and looks down at his work. Dragon curls up and grabs for his ankle that seems to be moving freely in any direction that it wants. Referee Upshaw calls for some medical help as London McCormack slides out of the ring, satisfied over what he just did.

Franks: London McCormack just broke Red Dragon’s ankle! That’s just sick, Ray! One of the sickest, premeditated things I have ever seen done in the ring.

Quadros: And listen to these people, Carl. They love it. And so do I! London McCormack has just proven himself as a man of his word. Who knows how long Red Dragon will be out?

As London McCormack walks around the ring side, he stops in front of lead photographer Nikki Cortez, Commissioner Butcher’s wife. She takes a snap shot while he’s telling her to ‘check the tape, check the tape’. She brings the camera down from her face and nods with an unsure expression. McCormack looks back towards the ring and sees Red Dragon has been put out of commission for now as he heads backstage.

Can I Offer a Thanks?
Written by: Danny

Carl Franks: Let's go backstage now, where Miranda Buck is standing by with Chris Wilkins!

The scene shifts to the backstage area where Miranda Buck is standing next to Chris Wilkins and Jessi Colter. It's moments before Chris's match with Havoc and he's in his wrestling gear.

Miranda: Before I start, I just want to say thanks to Jessi for beating Aiden Miles last week. Congratulations, Jessi.

Jessi: Yeah, thanks.

Miranda: Chris, I understand that you requested this interview time to get something off your chest?

Chris: Yeah, I...

Before Chris can start talking, he's interrupted by referee Sasha Brown, who walks up to Chris.

Sasha: Chris Wilkins, I just wanted to say thank you last week for helping Jessi beat Aiden Miles. Maybe now he'll finally learn some respect and behave the correct way around women. You did a lot to help further our cause.

She offers her hand out for Chris to shake but he just looks at it for a second before looking at Sasha in the eyes.

Chris: You think I did that for you? I've told you before, I don't care about our cause. Hell, I think that you should leave Aiden alone. I only punched him in the face because I didn't want him to hurt Jessi.

Sasha Brown appears startled by these words but quickly regains her composure.

Sasha: Oh, I see. Well, either way, I thank you.

Chris: Yeah, whatever. If I don't ask you to leave nicely, will you accuse me of being sexist?

Instead of answering, Sasha just gives Chris a dirty look before turning quickly and leaving the area.

Chris: All right, like I was saying, I do have something to get off my chest. Aiden Miles, I heard what you said this past week. And it seems to me like you got a problem with me. There's only one way I see to settle this and that's in the ring. So, what do you say? Me and you at High Stakes? No stipulations, nothing on the line, just you and me, fighting it out? And than maybe after that, you'll finally realize that I'm better than you. Cause, after all, you may be "The Standard," but for me, it just comes natural!

Miranda: All right, hopefully Aiden will have an answer before the end of the night. Any last words, Chris, before you match up against Havoc?

Chris: Not really. He's going down. What else needs to be said? Let's go, Jessi.

Chris grabs Jessi's hand and they leave the interview area.

Chris Wilkins vs. Havoc
Written by: Bailey

Franks: Up next we got a heck of a match, we have PWA founder Chris Wilkins against Havoc! Now both men will want come off losses at Mob Rules and get a win under their belts as soon as they can!

Quadros: Well it’s not exactly going to be a hard one to call tonight, neither man is on a consistent streak but I know that the quality will shine through for the victor!

Ferdinand: Coming to the ring, from Ogden, Utah, weighing in at a hundred and seventy-five pounds, accompanied by Jessi Colter….CHRIS WILKINS!!!

"What I Want" by Daughtry begins to play in the arena. As the chorus starts, a blast of fireworks come out from the entrance ramp and smoke starts to fill the arena. It begins to clear and standing on the stage are Chris Wilkins and Jessi Colter, holding hands. They walk down to the ring and when they reach ringside, they kiss then Jessi goes to the side of the ring as Chris slides in. He gets on a turnbuckle and raises his arms.

Ferdinand: His opponent , of no fixed abode, standing at six feet and four inches and weighing two hundred and fourty-eight pounds, HAVOC !!!

The lights dim, as "The Way I Am" begins to play. Havoc walks out with George in his arms and slowly walks to the ring. Havoc stops part ways down the ramp and start's to argue with the Bear. Havoc throws one arm in the air and continues to walk to the ring, he slips under the bottom rope and slowly gets to his feet. He goes to the far side of the ring from the entrance ramp, and waits in the corner for the bell to ring.

Franks: Wilkins is a hell of an athlete, Havoc will really need to pull deep down inside himself to carry off the victory tonight.

Quadros: He’s got the best part of a hundred pounds on him, all he has to do is play it smart.

Franks: How smart can a man be who talks to a bear?

Quadros: …

The bell rings as Sasha Brown finishes reading through the rules with the competitors. Havoc charges at Wilkins who drops him to the floor with a drop-toe-hold. Havoc gets back up and hits some stiff forearms to Wilkins but Wilkins ducks through and nails Havoc with a kick to the midsection, he winks at the camera and nails a Hellraiser, the pin…One…Two…KICKOUT!

Franks: Wilkins isn’t wasting anytime trying to put away Havoc!

Quadros: He’d be best off trying to take out the legs of Havoc…

Franks: Since when did you care about Wilkins? What about Havoc?

Quadros: He has a stuffed animal!

Franks: Blofeld had a cat…

Quadros: He talks to a frickin’ stuffed toy! He’s not a bad guy! He’s Pee-Wee Herman on Ritalin!

Wilkins has whipped Havoc to the ropes. He ducks his head and lets Havoc drop him with a forearm smash to the head. Havoc hesitates for a minute and smiles at George, he lifts Wilkins onto his shoulders and throws his forward for a Go2Sleep but Wilkins rolls through with a monkey flip that sends Havoc through the ropes . The crowd get behind the man that was at one time billed as TNW’s ‘Greatest Athlete’. Jessi is ringside cheering him on. He smiles at her and bounds off the far ropes. Havoc staggers up just in time to be hit with a Shooting-Star Press from the ropes to the outside. Both men go down as the crowd launch into a ‘Holy Shit’! The referee starts the count. One…

Franks: What a manoeuvre! If I was The Butcher I’d be telling Recoba that this is the guy to watch out for!

Wilkins has recovered and Havoc is upright but groggy, the situation is more in Havoc’s favour than Wilkins. Wilkins lands a right jab but Havoc weaves out the way of the second, he goes to suplex Four….Wilkins drops down the back and hit’s a crunchy looking reverse Side-Effect.

Quadros: Wilkins isn’t missing a beat tonight, if I was Havoc I’d just lay there, if he gets picked up then drop to the ground, this is a mismatch of talent!

Wilkins rolls Havoc back into the ring and scales the top-turnbuckle. The crowd start to grow louder in anticipation at what the young man from Utah can do next. He turns his back on the ring and hit’s a picture-perfect moonsault. Brown drops to her knees, One…Tw…kickout again from the big man! Jessi starts to bang on the ring and starts a ‘Let’s Go Wilkins!’ chant throughout the Key Arena. Wilkins makes fists and starts to power himself up, he paces round Havoc like a predator to prey and waits for the big man to rise. Shining Wizard! Wilkins is playing now! He picks up Havoc and whips him to the corner. He sets him up for the Tornado DDT!

Franks: Wilkins is on fire this week in a big way, with Miles a threat this match will definitely solidify his position in the rankings and raise his stock! If he hits this DDT then it’s got to be game over!

Wilkins spins him round but Havoc pushes him halfway across the ring. He picks up Wilkins and throws him shoulder-first into the turnbuckle which elicits a large portion of the crowd to start booing voraciously. Havoc picks up George and nods with a smile as the bear ‘tells’ him what to do.

Quadros: You see? Now if Blofeld started asking his cat for ways on how to dispose of Bond you’d never see him as credible!

Franks: How many of Blofeld’s plans worked though? He could have asked the cat.

Wilkins is perched on the top-turnbuckle as Havoc calls out ‘Broken Spirit’! He goes for the top-rope Piledriver but Wilkins kicks him in the gut leaving Havoc prone on the second turnbuckle. Wilkins make a circular hand gesture and LEAPS OVER HAVOC’S HEAD! TOP-ROPE LAST SHOT!

Franks: Dear Lord! If Havoc is walking after that I’ll be amazed! Surely…

Wilkins covers, the crowd know it is a formality and cheer their victor, One…TWO…..THREE! The bell rings as Ferdinand comes into the ring as does Jessi Colter. She kisses Wilkins …

Ferdinand: The winner of this match, due to pinfall, CHRIS….WILKINS!!!

Wilkins raises his hand to salute the crowd and makes his way backstage, PWA Road Agents flank Havoc to see his condition, the last shot before commercial is one of George covering his eyes with his hands somehow.

Laying New Rails
Written by: Jay

The scene switches to somewhere in the back. Johnny Red stands in front of a brand-new PWA lightning bolt backdrop, obviously for interviews.

Johnny: Ladies and gentlemen, Mystic J.

Mystic walks into the scene, his lopsided grin adorning his face. Something seems different about Mystic today than previous weeks: he is shirtless. Mystic crosses his arms over his chest as he stares at Johnny.

Johnny: Mystic, tonight, you and partner Ryan Shane team up to meet the two guys who, at one time, made up The Era. Your thoughts?

Mystic stares into the camera, his gaze fierce. His smile remains on his face.

Mystic: First off, let me say, it's good to finally be BACK in SEATTLE, WASHINGTON!

The crowd cheers immensely for the mention of their hometown.

Mystic: You ask the Mystic One what he thinks of the two rednecks that called themselves 'The Era'? He thinks that if they teamed with Jose' Jose' and Freddy Ferdinand, the Village People would finally be complete and could go on a world tour again!

The crowd laughs at this.

Franks: Haha, the Village People.

Quadros: Shut up, Carl. That wasn't that funny.

Mystic: Chris Michaels. The Hot Shot, as he calls himself. Look, whatever you did to JJ Biggs at Mob Rules is then, done, gone and passed. You're the Premiere champion and it's time that you showed it. Trust me, Chris, if you don't hold up to your end of being a champion, I'll have no problem taking that title from you and holding it until you learn. But tonight, it's not about titles. It's about me and Ryan Shane beating you and your bitch's ass all over the Evergreen State! So, Hot Shot, be prepared. Because tonight, I'm gonna beat the 'Hot' outta you with everything I've got, then, when all is said and done, I'm gonna hand you two-hundred and fifty bucks. For what, you ask? To buy yourself a vowel: the letter 'I'. I'm gonna knock that 'O' outta ya and you can use that 'I' to replace it and call yourself what you really are: Shit!

The crowd cheers really loud now.

Mystic: Dade Davis. Nothing is more priceless than the Internet articles following our Mob Rules: The Franchise Eats Wood, But Survives. How apropo. Yes, Davis, you manages to somehow win that Mob Rules match, and for that, you'll suffer in the end. Why? Because while you'll take a win however you can get it, controversial or not, you know that it's not right. And it eats at you. And it makes you second-guess yourself. And you start to feel bad. Who am I kidding? You don't give a flying fuck. And that's fine. Come tonight, I'll beat the remorse out of you, and when I'm done, I'll have you crying on Chris' shoulders and the two of you can go into your little closets and Franchise each other all goddamn night!

The crowd roars with approval.

Franks: Oh my God.

Mystic: Ryan, I know we've got a match at High Stakes coming up, but, for tonight, I'm going to leave my personal feelings behind and come to the match to win. I know you will, too. But don't think that I dont' have my eye on you.

Tonight, I plan on kicking ass, running wild and turning two former best friends back into the lovers they once were AND THERE AIN'T A DAMN THING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!

Mystic turns his head towards Johnny, who's eagerly awaiting Mystic to finish the sentence. Mystic cocks an eyebrow, shaking his head, turning back to the camera.

Mystic: Trust me.

Mystic walks off.

Johnny: Alright! Mystic J. is definitely... on the right track tonight. Ray, Carl, back to you!

Scene switches back to commentary.

Quadros: I can't wait for Mystic to finally just croak.

Franks: Ray! That's rather rude. Mystic happens to be one of our finer atheletes, despite his age.

Quadros: I'm just saying. I'm tired of hearing him whine and cry and bitch already.

Franks: Whining and crying? The man is stating the truth: Dade Davis knows that match ended controversially, but he let his ego take the win despite.

Quadros: So? A win is a win. You heard Mystic say that.

Franks: He said -- nevermind. Let's just continue.

An Agreement
Written by: Dan

[As the match concludes, Chris Michaels catches up with Ashlee in the back. She is casually leaning on the wall talking Chris Wilkens. Anthony Wards stands near the two, guarding Ashlee. As soon as HotShot approaches, Wilkens runs off.]

HotShot: Ashlee, what the hell?

Ashlee: Hey honey.

[Ashlee leans in to hug Michaels, but he kind of shy's away. Ward steps forward, taking offense to the situation.]

HotShot: Take a hike Ward. Don't you have some Mountain Dew to drink or something Mister Wannabe Extreme?

[Ward looks annoyed at HotShot and then walks off.]

HotShot: So I'm not right at the limo and you go off with Dade?

Ashlee: I was just being polite Chris. He is the one who invited me.

HotShot: Well could I at least be the one to introduce you to the guys? I mean, half these guys don't even like Dade.

Ashlee: I don't get that.

HotShot: Like I've tried to tell you Ash, Dade is not exactly the same guy to you that he is to everyone else.

Ashlee: Oh Chris, I refuse to believe that Dade acts different just for me. Why would he do that?

[HotShot just kind of chuckles at his wife's naive nature and gives her a hug.]

Ashlee: Chris you have to do me a favor tonight.

HotShot: Oh here we go.

Ashlee: It's not much and you kind of owe me lately.

HotShot: I know I do.

Ashlee: Just make good with Dade, just for tonight. I realize that you guys have some things to work out and that you have a big match coming up in like three weeks. But just think, wouldn't it be nice for the old HotShot and Franchise to team up just one time?

HotShot: Just this once? Then I can go back to hating him?

Ashlee: Hate is too strong of a word and you know that. But just tonight Chris, please. Let the trip be worth it. Dade already agreed to it.

[HotShot looks a little upset at the mention of Dade, but nods in agreement anyway.]

HotShot: So, how are the kids?

[HotShot and his wife walk off through the locker room, hand-in-hand.]

Nighthawk vs. "Jake Keeton"
Written by: Neil

Franks: Next up we have Nighthawk vs. “Jake Keeton”. And when I say Jake Keeton I mean a fraud.

Quadros: Are you kidding me? That is Jake Keeton, Carl! You’re just blind to the fact that he’s new and improved!

Franks: He supposed to be out of action for months, Ray. Just because Wren Chesney says it’s Keeton doesn’t mean you should believe her.

Quadros: Of course you should. Why would Wren lie?

Boos with some cheers thrown in billows from the crowd as "Hero" by Pop Evil hits the PA. “Jake Keeton” slowly emerges through the curtains with his full attention focused on the upcoming match. He walks down the ramp and looks to be quite shell-shocked over this unwelcome reception. He slides into the ring where Referee Sasha Brown gives him a look over and can’t believe this is the real Jake Keeton.

Franks: Damn it, Ray! That’s not Jake Keeton and everybody here knows it!

Quadros: Wait until the match starts when he rolls over Nighthawk like he always has. Then you’ll know that it is really him.

As “Keeton” stands in the center of the ring the house lights in the arena suddenly fade all the way to black and are quickly replaced by blue and white laser lights which draws an appreciative roar from the sold-out crowd. As the laser lights flash in time the roar grows ever louder as the familiar opening strains of "Fucking in the Bushes (Sweet Home Chicago Intro)" by Oasis booms out over the sound speakers as Nighthawk stands at the top of the ramp, his profile silhouetted by blue smoke. Bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet Nighthawk stares a hole through his opponent in the middle of the ring as the crowd claps along in time with the beat, his ice-blue eyes never leaving his target as he walks down the ramp while shaking hands of the first few rows of fans. Getting on the top turnbuckle Nighthawk raises one finger above his head before crouching down in his corner.

Franks: See even Nighthawk can’t believe he has to wrestle this hoax.

Quadros: If Nighthawk didn’t prepare for the fight of his life, I expect him to get rolled over again by "Jake Keeton". Someone give this man his Light Heavyweight Title back!

Referee Sasha Brown calls for the bell to get this match started. DING! Nighthawk is just smirking and shaking his head because he can’t believe this is real. Oh! Keeton just blasts Nighthawk across the chin with a stiff uppercut, rocking the Wrestling Machine back and making him realize this is all too real. Irish whip by "Jake Keeton" and he tries to collect Nighthawk with a backdrop but Nighthawk rolls over the back. Keeton turns around and gets tossed with an arm drag. Keeton pops back up and shoots in but again Nighthawk throws him with an arm drag. Now he has a arm bar on "Jake Keeton".

Moments after the hold Nighthawk pulls Keeton up and gives him a forearm to the face just to toy with him. Irish whip by Nighthawk right into a beautiful standing drop kick to the chin! Cover! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT! Nighthawk chops at Keeton. Keeton ducks one though and punches Nighthawk in the throat! Cheap shot there. Around the back goes Keeton into a sloppy looking back drop. Cover by "Jake Keeton"! 1...2...KICK OUT!

Quadros: See it is "Jake Keeton"! He’s kicking Nighthawk’s ass!

Franks: Are you kidding me? I think even you could have done a better back drop than that, Ray.

"Jake Keeton" pulls Nighthawk up by the hair and whips him hard into a corner. He shoots in with a body splash but Nighthawk ducks out of the way. Chop by Nighthawk! WHOOOO! With Keeton knocked back into the corner, Nighthawk hammers away with some forearms to the face. Nice looking follow up rana out of the corner by Nighthawk into a pinning combination! 1...2...THRE…KICK OUT! Nighthawk pulls "Jake Keeton" up but only gets a cheap eye rake to the face. Referee Brown warns Keeton of the illegal move. Kick to the midsection by Keeton into a snap suplex. "Jake Keeton" tries to keep some momentum going with a series of stomps onto Nighthawk. Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Wait! Nighthawk grabs Keeton’s leg and executes a seated dragon screw. Now he applies a Texas Cloverleaf which causes "Jake Keeton" to yell out for help!

Quadros: Come on "Jake Keeton"! Don’t tap! You can break this hold!

Franks: The real Keeton might be able to get out of it but this guy, he looks like he could use some work at the Wrestle Factory.

The crowd is cheering for Nighthawk to draw the tap-out. “TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!” However either by luck or maybe he was just tough enough, "Jake Keeton" is able to work his way over towards the bottom rope. Nighthawk is quick to releases the hold and let’s Keeton get to his feet. "Jake Keeton" uses the ropes to get to his feet and he looks simply beat. He’s staying the hell away from Nighthawk. He’s even asking Referee Sasha Brown for a time-out.

Franks: There aren’t any time-outs in wrestling you fake!

Nighthawk tries to explain this fact to Keeton but only gets a stiff clothesline to the face! Follow up knee drop to the head of Nighthawk! "Jake Keeton" applies a seated cravate as he’s trying to draw the submission from Nighthawk. He has it in pretty tight and works it for a few moments, giving some of the Nighthawk fan’s a slight scare. But he doesn’t keep his leverage and allows Nighthawk to fight back to his feet with a few short elbows to the ribcage. Nighthawk reaches around the back and executes a swoop back drop that damn near drops "Jake Keeton" on his head!

Nighthawk sits up and catches some air as Keeton is holding his back in pain. Nighthawk doesn’t help Keeton’s case as he applies a Mexican surfboard and then modifies it into a seated stretch. Referee Brown asks "Jake Keeton" if he wants to tap-out. “TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!” He isn’t tapping but he’s just barely holding on.

Franks: Oh geez here we go, Ray. Another faker!

Quadros: VCR! Here comes Mr. Roberts, Carl! He must want to see his new friend beat Nighthawk up and close.

Indeed here comes that four eyed bean counter Victor Cornelius Roberts down to the ring with his left arm in a sling. He comes near the ring apron and starts yelling towards Keeton not to tap-out. Nighthawk releases the hold and slides out of the ring. He starts to make his way towards VCR in a threatening manner. Mr. Roberts is begging Nighthawk to stay away as he backs up. Here comes "Jake Keeton" now sliding out of the ring and blasting Nighthawk from behind with a double axe handle.

Franks: That cheap VCR is looking to get revenge on Nighthawk any way he can.

Quadros: I would suspend Nighthawk after he threatened Mr. Roberts again. Do it Commissioner. We just can’t have Nighthawk bullying people around here.

"Jake Keeton" whips Nighthawk hard into the ring apron and then has the presence of mind to roll his opponent back into the ring. Keeton with a delayed elbow drop into a cover! 1...2.…KICK OUT! "Jake Keeton" applies a camel clutch now as VCR is watching with a careful grin forming over his face. The crowd starts to get on "Jake Keeton"’s case with a cheer. “This guy sucks!” “This guy sucks!” “This guy sucks!”

Franks: The people have spoken, Ray.

Quadros: Shut up and drink your coffee and lattes people!

VCR is trying to get these people to shut the fuck up but they’re just cheering louder and louder. “This guy sucks!” “This guy sucks!” “This guy suck!” "Jake Keeton" looks like he’s about to cry as he releases the hold. He starts pointing out towards the crowd, telling them all that he doesn’t suck. “I don’t suck! I’m Jake Keeton!” He turns around to continue his work on Nighthawk but he gets beat to the punch. Nighthawk kicks him low and executes a stiff Chicago Flame! OH! The crowd cheers loudly after that solid cross-legged brainbuster into a reverse piledriver! Nighthawk applies the HANGMAN’S CLUTCH!!

Franks: Hangman’s Clutch, Ray!

Quadros: No!

Nighthawk is leaning back as he’s applying a lot of pressure right off the bat. He’s staring out towards VCR like he’s trying to remind the bean counter of the move he was put in a Mob Rules! "Jake Keeton" starts tapping out so hard he might put a hole in the canvass! TAP-OUT!! DING! DING! DING! The crowd pops as Nighthawk releases the Hangman’s Clutch as “Fucking in the Bushes” kicks back up. Nighthawk looks out of the ring and up the entrance ramp as Victor Cornelius Roberts is heading backstage in a hurry after a foiled attempt at revenge on Nighthawk!

Double Vision
Written by: Jake

Nighthawk stands in the ring celebrating his victory but doesn’t see “Jake Keeton” slide out to the floor and grab a steel chair. The loudly cheering fans try to warn The Wrestling Machine but it’s too late as he turns around right into a brutal chair shot that busts him open on impact.

Franks: What a vile chair shot! He may not be much of a wrestler but this imposter Jake Keeton swings a chair for all it’s worth.

The faux Keeton stands with the chair cocked back read to strike again as a bloody Nighthawk tries to pull him self up using the rope. “Keeton” swings again but this time Nighthawk ducks, and kicks the chair out of the hands of the imposter. Nighthawk charges at “Keeton” who catches him and tosses him over his head and causing The Wrestling Machine to land upside down against the turnbuckles with a belly to belly suplex.

Franks: I’m impressed that was shades of the real Jake Keeton right there.

Quadros: Because it is the real Jake Keeton!

Franks: I’ll never buy that for a second but he must have been studying tapes of The All-American Nightmare to be able to pull off that picture perfect overhead belly to belly.

“Keeton” picks the chair back up and places it across Nighthawk’s face and begins stomping away at it. Nighthawk is barely moving and bleeding heavily when the crowds boos for the imposter Jake Keeton turn to wild cheers when the real deal hops the guard rail and slides into the ring.

Franks: That ladies and gentlemen is the real Jake Keeton!!!

Quadros: I must have double vision they look exactly alike.

Franks: You must have a few too many chromosomes if these men look anything alike to you.

The fake Keeton sees the real one standing across the ring from him in fighting stance and looks absolutely scared out of his mind. He reaches down and picks up the bloody chair and charges right into a drop toe hold that causes him to land face first on the chair. The real Keeton nips up drawing a huge ovation from the crowd. The imposter gets to his feet and charges with a wild swing, the swing is ducked and he gets planted face first into the mat with THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE NIGHT!!!

Franks: That’s no imitation right there!

Quadros: Looks like he’s asking for a microphone, but I can’t hear because these people are too loud.

Keeton picks up the chair off the mat and retrieves a mic from a ring attendant. He lowers himself onto one knee in front of the fake who is face down and slowly trying to drag him self towards the corner. Keeton smacks him in the face with the microphone to halt his slow crawl.

Jake Keeton: You want to be me kid? Then get your ass up and fight me!

He smashes him in the top of the head with the mic.

Jake Keeton: Get up!

Keeton stands and allows the other man a chance to crawl to the corner and pull himself up. The faker points at the mic asking to say something. Keeton hands it to him.

“Jake Keeton”: I don’t want to be you. I’m…

Before he can finish what he’s saying Keeton crushes his skull with the chair to the delight of the crowd. He picks up the mic.

Jake Keeton: Good cause you never will be.

Keeton kicks the unconscious imposter out of the ring and to the floor where medics immediately begin trying to revive the untrained man. Keeton drops the mic and walks towards the ropes to exit the ring where he is met with a chant of “Welcome Back!” He smiles and turns around picking the mic back up.

Jake Keeton: You guys think this means I’m back? **waits for the thunderous ovation to died down** I guess it does. I hadn’t planned on being back this soon, health wise I'm good to go, but I still have some serious personal matters to tend to. But it seems to me like you all **points out to the crowd** really want me back.

Franks: This is insane, he’s only been gone two months but I can’t remember the last time I heard a crowd quite this loud. When he went down with his knee injury the crowd wasn’t quit sure whether they were supposed to cheer him or boo him but it’s pretty apparent now that even if he wants them too they’re not going to boo him.

Quadros: BOOOO! I’ll boo enough for everyone.

Jake Keeton: So I guess since I’m back, it’s time to ask what’s next? Seems like Wren Chesney thinks I’m a ratings grabber, but I got a feeling after what I just did to her little puppet she’s not going to like me much. What that means is pompous asses like Dade Davis, never gonna be’s like Aiden Miles and Chris Wilkins, has beens like Mystic J and Chris Michaels, and even the guy walking around with a belt he didn’t beat the real champion for can clean the shit out of their drawers. I’m not coming for any of you… yet. Wren I know I made a very powerful enemy tonight, but at least I hope I boosted your ratings.

With that the real Jake Keeton drops the mic and the sounds of “Hero” by Pop Evil blares from the PA as the former Light Heavyweight Champion makes his way to the back to a huge round of applause.

Getting Out of Dodge
Written by: Neil

Victor Cornelius Roberts is seen running down the hall away from the entrance to the ring area. He still has his arm in a sling and he keeps looking over his back to make sure Nighthawk or the real Jake Keeton aren’t following him. He runs towards a wooden door and quickly opens it to run into the office. He slams the door behind him, short of breath. Wren Chesney is sitting behind a desk of her own working on some plans of her own. Up on seeing her husband rudely interrupting her thought, she looks at the panting man with a menacing expression.

Wren: What?

VCR: Wren! You gotta help me! Nighthawk won and he’s looking to kill me now!

Wren: I don’t care, Victor. Can’t you see I’m busy drafting ideas to make PWA more female friendly? Wait until I lay these ideas on Butcher next week.

VCR: What about this week? Nighthawk is going to tear my arm off before the night is through! I just know it!

Wren: Get your friend “Jake Keeton” to finish him off.

VCR: Our “Jake Keeton” is no more!

Wren: What are you talking about?

VCR: The REAL Jake Keeton came out of no where and killed our imposter with a steel chair!

Wren: Damn it he isn’t a fake, Victor! He’s the real Jake Keeton!

VCR: No! The real one is out there swinging a chair like a madman! He’s looking for you! AH! I can’t be around you tonight, Wren…not safe. I um….I’m gonna get out of here!

Before Wren can even reply, Victor Cornelius Roberts runs out the door way with plans on getting the hell out of town before something bad happens to him.

Wren: So the real Jake Keeton is back, eh? Hmm. I’ll have to find somebody to finish him off for good.

Mrs. Chesney gets a concerned look over her face as she steps away from her desk. She walks towards the door and opens it, looking out into the peaceful hallway. She closes the door again and this time makes sure to lock it. Wouldn’t want Jake Keeton running in here tonight.

Take the Gamble
Written by: Dan

[The scene opens in Dade Davis' locker room where he is surrounded by many women and some of the backstage crew. They are all playing different types of casino games in Dade's small version of Las Vegas. Dade begins to walk around, talking to various people.]

Franchise: Hey Stall, how's the slots treating you?

Justin Stall: Great as always.

[Dade stops as he approaches the next man.]

Franchise: Joz?

[The man turns around to face Dade, confused, and obviously not Jostrodomus.]

Franchise: Sorry, thought you were someone else. You just looked really....gay.

[As Dade continues to make his rounds, "HotShot" Chris Michaels walks in with the Premiere Title slung over his shoulder. As he does, all three members of Franchise Security stop playing their games and move towards the two, flanking Dade.]

HotShot: Well look it's Vincent Chase and his entourage!

[Dade looks back at Anthony Ward.]

Franchise: Let me guess....you're Turtle.

HotShot: Wow, that's a actually pretty funny Dade. I'll give you some credit, but not much since you can't do anything by yourself these days.

Franchise: Really, now?

HotShot: Well we know that Ward's supposed to be the brawn and Stall's the mouth. And I guess this big jackass is...well more brawn. Guess you're missing one of those crucial parts.

Franchise: Well I have more than enough mouth and brawn to go around. And if you are questioning my brain...well coming from you, it's pretty funny.

HotShot: Even if you are a real life Entourage, where is Ari Gold?!

Franchise: That would be you Chris. Loveable, abrasive and pretty much irrelevant.

HotShot: That's cold Dade, that's really cold. But I didn't come here to fight. Mind if we have a few words alone?

Franchise: Sure. Guys, go play, have fun. I got this.

[As the members of Franchise Security begin to walk away, HotShot puts his hand on Ward's shoulder and stops him.]

HotShot: Hey Ward, been thrown off any good bridges lately?

[HotShot laughs with a maniacal laugh usually reserved for Davis. Davis too chuckles and gives a semi-apologetic look to Ward as he and HotShot walk away. Dade motions to one of the waitresses to bring Michaels a drink, which he hesitantly accepts.]

Franchise: So what's up Chris? Come to enjoy casino night? Makes you feel all ready for High Stakes, doesn't it? And there is nothing like free drinks and gambling your life away!

HotShot: Dade, are you drunk before our match?

Franchise: Of course not. Not like I need to be sober.

HotShot: Yeah, really. I mean, Ryan Shane and Mystic J? That's terrible.

Franchise: Kyle Kash sure isn't booking things.

HotShot: Yeah but with Kash, it would probably be even easier.

Franchise: Touche.

HotShot: But I did come to your little casino in a bottle to talk about tonight.

Franchise: Oh, you mean the Val Kilmer look-a-like contest at 9:30? You want in?! Somebody has to beat Jose' Jose'.

HotShot: No!....wait, what's the prize?

Franchise: A date with your wife.

HotShot: Sadly I could probably use one of those....but no, about our match. I'm not thrilled with you Dade, witty banter aside, but I want to make sure we are on the same page.

Franchise: Same page? Wow, that's been a while.

HotShot: Yeah, but how else are we going to sell these left over, priced-to-own "ERA" t-shirts?

[HotShot looks into the camera with a cheesy grin]

HotShot: Only $9.99 at the official PWA website.

[HotShot shakes his head and looks back towards Dade.]

HotShot: My proposal is this Dade, one night we give these people what they would love to see. One night only, Chris Michaels and Dade Davis old school. We take out these over confident punks like we did our debut night here, like we did in cWo with Chris. For one night, let's put our foolish pride behind us and look over this beautiful gold belt. One night, let's do it right.

Franchise: Well there is just one thing Chris....

HotShot: Oh, you know I got special entrance music.

Franchise: Well shit, then I'm in.

[Dade and Chris toast to the one night only team and walk off their separate ways in Dade's homemade casino as the scene shifts back to the announcers.]

Ray Quadros: I don't think that I have ever been more confused.

Carl Franks: I guess anything is possible for just one night in the PWA.

Ray Quadros: I think those two are just a little nuts....

Captain Howdy vs. Aiden Miles
Written by: Jay

Franks: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest promises to be a doozy. Captain Howdy, who's coming off a huge tag team victory with the recently returned Dan Manheim, faces Aiden Miles who's coming off a loss from Jessi Colter.

Quadros: It's one thing to lose to a girl, Carl, but to lose to this no-talent hack, Howdy? If that happens, Aiden Miles might as well just go find a street corner and beg.

Franks: Haha, that would be funny to see Aiden as a beggar.

Quadros: It could happen, Carl.

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

The lights dim, as "Captain Howdy" begins to play. He walks to the ring, smiling and waving one moment, cursing and snarling at the fans the next. On the screen behind him, are scenes from several matches and brutal attacks he has participated in during his career. He brings his steel walking stick with him, and rolls under the bottom rope, standing and giving the ring attendant his jacket and walking stick with instructions to place them on the announcer's table. He goes to the far side of the ring from the entrance ramp, and waits in the corner, watching for his opponent.

Ferdinand: Introducing first, weighing 254 pounds, CAPTAIN HOWDY!

Franks: Captain Howdy is ready for Miles tonight, Ray. He has come a long way since first joining PWA's ranks.

Quadros: Yes he has, Carl. Howdy could be the next Premiere champion if Chris Michaels isn't careful.

"In The Air Tonight" by Nonpoint plays through the speaker system, as smoke fills around the entrance ramp, hovering a few centimeters above the ground. A platform slowly rises from under the ramp, as Aiden Miles stands with his arms outstretched, with his head hung, almost like a rock star pose. As the ramp connects with the platform, Aiden Miles slowly walks down. A black army style shirt, arms cut off, unbuttoned flaps a little in the wind from the smoke machines, as Miles reaches the ring, rolling under the bottom rope.

Ferdinand: "And his opponent. From Miami, Florida. Weighing 206 pounds, "The Standard" AIDEN MILES!

Franks: Miles is prepared to right the wrong of his loss to Jessi Colter from last week.

Quadros: He better, otherwise, people might think he's just a loser.

Franks: What do you think, Ray?

Quadros: Personally, I don't know what his beef with the ladies is, but it's going to take him nowhere.

Franks: What do you think would happen if Aiden were to take on the other women in the company, say, Butcher's wife, Nikki? Sandman's lady-friend, Mary-Katherine? Mystic's girlfriend, Mary-Allison Chainz? Maybe Wren Chesney herself?

Quadros: I'd PAY to see those matches, Carl.

Franks: Figures.

The bell rings as Referee Pierre French calls this contest. Howdy and Miles lock and collar-and-elbow, which leads to a headlock by The Standard. Miles irish whips Howdy to the far side and catches his foe with a stiff clothesline. Aiden kicks Howdy while he's down, then picks him up and slams the Captain down to the mat. Aiden walks to the corner and climbs the buckle.

Franks: Aiden going high risk already!

Quadros: It better be good!

Aiden notices Howdy stirring and jumps off the buckle and charges at him. Howdy turns and ducks a clothesline, but gets hit with a stiff superkick under the jaw! The crowd 'oohs' in response as the Captain falls hard to the mat, grabbing his jaw. Aiden returns to his perch on the top turnbuckle and flies off with a top-rope somersault legdrop, then returns back to the top turnbuckle for a second-straight high risk move, this time, nailing a beautiful moonsault! Miles covers, but only manages two.

Franks: The Standard's high risk offense comes in big pairs, Ray!

Quadros: Got that right, big pairs.

Franks: You giving Aiden props, Ray?

Quadros: Huh? What are you talking about? I am staring at the busty blonde behind us.

Franks: Pervert.

Quadros: And don't you forget it.

Aiden picks up Howdy, but he eye gouges Miles, causing The Standard to stumble back, momentarily blinded. With this, Howdy gets up and clotheslines Miles down. He picks up Aiden and drops him with a german suplex, with Miles landing on the back of his neck. Feeling that control is all his, Howdy picks Aiden up off the mat and locks in a sleeper hold to wear down his foe.

Franks: Howdy telling Miles to take a time out, Ray!

Quadros: Time. Out. Yep.

Franks: Still not paying attention, are you?

Quadros: What state are we in?

Franks: I'm in Washington. You, partner, are in denial.

Quadros: Just checking.

Miles continues to fight the hold, as he falls to one knee, drifting away. Miles eyes start to slowly shut, fluttering every now and again. Miles tries one last valiant time to break out, but Howdy drops down to one knee as well, which takes away any chance for Miles to reach the ropes and break the hold. Referee French checks on Miles, who isn't responding. He grabs Miles' arm and lifts it, with it falling down heavy and fast.

Franks: Whoa! That arm went down heavy!

Referee French lifts Miles' arm a second time, with it falling back down to the mat. French lifts it a third time, but just before it hits the mat, Aiden lifts it in the air, showing life! He gets up to a vertical base and begins to elbow Howdy in the stomach, which eventually breaks the hold. Aiden bounces off the ropes, ducks a clothesline from Howdy, returns only to be nailed with a vicious spinebuster, courtesy of the Captain! Miles writhes in pain on the mat, as Howdy catches his breath momentarily. He walks over to Miles, picks him up and puts him in a reverse DDT position. He scans the crowd and then drops The Standard in a rolling neckbreaker. Miles looks to be out cold on the mat, but Howdy isn't ready to go for the pin yet.

Franks: Why isn't Captain Howdy pinning Miles? He has him!

Quadros: I think I'm in love, Carl.

Franks: I think you're a goddamn loon.

Quadros: I'll be anything you want me to be if you get me her number?

Franks: Oh, for Christ's sakes, Ray...

Captain Howdy picks up the fallen and probably out cold Aiden Miles and hits his Playtime's Over vertebreaker. Looking down at Miles, a look of pure anger on his face, Howdy drops his shin over the throat of Aiden Miles.

Franks: Uh-oh, Ray! Captain Howdy is pissed off!

Quadros: Is he going to kill Aiden Miles?

Franks: Perhaps.

Quadros: FINALLY!

Howdy rearranges himself so that Aiden's head is being cradled by his left shin, while Howdy's right leg wraps around and chokes out The Standard! Howdy wrenches on the hold, as Aiden wastes no time in tapping out, as blood pours out of his mouth, and in a hurry. Howdy lets go of the hold as the bell rings, with Miles flopping over onto his stomach, clutching his throat.

Franks: Oh my God.

Quadros: Whoa... I can't believe I missed the match, but I'm glad I saw that.

Ferdinand: Here is your winner, by submission, CAPTAIN HOWDY!

Franks: What a devastating submission by Captain Howdy. That gogoplata is definitely dangerous.

Quadros: Chock up another loss to Aiden Miles.

Not So Universal Healthcare
Written by: Neil

Aiden Miles is seen struggling to get backstage after his rough match with Captain Howdy. He’s holding his throat still in pain after that sick looking submission finishing move Howdy applied to him moments ago. Miles is trying to get to Dr. Sanjay Houshmandzadeh’s office down the hall to get checked out. As soon as he enters the trainer’s room, he finds Dr. Houshmandzadeh passed out on one of the tables. Apparently he’s been sucking the gas tonight. Before Aiden Miles can get in any further, he is approached by the VERY busty blonde Nurse Cummings. To put it mildly she’s just about falling out of her nurse outfit.

Nurse Cummings: What’s your problem?

Aiden Miles: Are you kidding me? Do you watch anything that goes on around here?

He clutches his throat again after the painful speech he just had.

Nurse Cummings: You’re Aiden Miles, aren’t you?

Aiden Miles: I am? Wow, I didn’t think you had enough brain cells to rub together to figure that one out.

Nurse Cummings: Get out of here!

Aiden Miles: Excuse me?

Nurse Cummings: Get out! Now you sick perverted man!

She starts pushing him back towards the doorway but he’s putting up quite a fuss.

Aiden Miles: Damn it woman! I’m hurt! Do your friggin’ job!

OH! Nurse Cumming knees him in the groin and he doubles over, face first into her big time exposed double D’s! She slaps the taste out of his mouth and pushes him through the door any back into the hallway. Nearby PWA workers stop what they are doing and watch as Nurse Cummings is standing over Aiden Miles as he’s grabbing himself.

Nurse Cummings: I refuse to help anybody who treats a woman as disrespectful as you do! I’m going to make sure Wren hears about this and fires you, you sick pig! Quit looking up my skirt!

She then kicks Aiden Miles for good measure before slamming the door behind her. Aiden Miles is left groaning on the floor holding himself and the PWA workers continue doing whatever it was that they were doing.

Quadros: Did Aiden Miles just get his ass handed to him by another girl, Carl?

Franks: It would appear that way, Ray. But it’s hardly fair. He just had a match and she kneed him in the groin. That’s just a formula for disaster around these women in PWA.

Got'cher Back
Written by: Jay

Scene switches to the back where Mystic is walking down the hallway. He turns the corner and almost bumps into Terminus and Natalie Snow, who are talking amongst themselves. Mystic and Terminus stare at each other, no words spoken. Mystic goes to walk off, but he turns his head towards Terminus and Natalie.

Mystic: About last week? Thanks.

Terminus says nothing, just nods lightly, unsure.

Mystic: I know you don't need it, but with the Michaels' running amock lately, it never hurts: I've got your back, champ.

Terminus stares at Mystic, who walks away. Terminus turns to Natalie, who both watch Mystic walk away. Scene cuts back to commentary.

Franks: What do you think that was all about, Ray?

Quadros: I don't know. Why is Terminus here tonight? He's not in action.

Franks: Regardless, Mystic thanked Terminus for helping him out last week, and pledges to help Terminus if he ever needs it.

Quadros: He's just using Terminus to get to Sandman and the PWA World Heavyweight championship!

Franks: He is not. It's certainly no secret that Mystic respects the former champion. Why else would he have called him 'champ'?

Quadros: Just to irk him, maybe? Ever think of that?

Franks: You are impossible.

Chris Michaels & Dade Davis vs. Mystic J & Ryan Shane
Written by: Dan

Carl Franks: We are just within seconds of the moment in which we have been waiting for all night. How will these two teams co-exist. We've seen anger and even comedic relief out of them tonight. Four men with a very similar mission in a very strange tag-team match brought to us by The Butcher.

Ray Quadros: In three weeks at High Stakes, these four will be beating the hell out of each other in a couple of matches. They have wanted to rip each other's throats out, and are doing anything possible to get there. But tonight, they are teammates. Who knows what to expect.

Carl Franks: I'm not even going to bother making any picks, because this one is so close you have no other choice by to watch and see what happens.

Ray Quadros: Well Carl, we have seen just about everything there is to see tonight, but I have a feeling these four are going to push even those limits.

Freddy Ferdinand The following tag-team contest is scheduled for one fall and is the Main Event of the evening. First, at a weight of 315 pounds, standing 7-feet tall, from Atlanta, Georgia...Mystic J!

["Right On Time" by AM Conspiracy plays over the PA system. After a few moments, Mystic J. steps out from behind the curtain. He stops at the head of the ramp way, staring into the sea of fans around the ring. He smiles his infamous lopsided grin, raising a fist into the air, to multiple pyro blasts behind him. He walks down the ring, slapping the hands of eager fans on the way down, until he hits the ring. He climbs up the stairs, up over the top rope, and walks to the middle of the ring. There, he raises his fist in the air, once more to multiple pyro blasts, this time from the ring corners.]

Freddy Ferdinand And his tag-team partner, he stands 5 feet, 11 inches tall and weighs in at 210 pounds. From Allen Park, Michigan...."Right Now" Ryan Shane!

[The intro to "Right Now" by Van Halen begins to play throughout the arena. The entrance ramp is dimly lit as the figure of Ryan Shane makes his way out. The intro to the song then cuts to the chorus and pyro goes off as Shane makes his way to the ring slapping hands with a few of the fans. As he gets to the ring he slides in under the bottom rope and then stands and raises his hands high to the sounds of cheers]

Freddy Ferdinand And their opponents, at a total combined weight of 490 pounds...from Boston, Massachusetts, "The Franchise" Dade Davis and from Roanoke, Virginia, he is the PWA Premiere Champion..."HotShot" Chris Michaels!!!

["One Night Only" by Saliva, the team's special entrance music for the night, hits the PA and out from the curtain comes "The Franchise" Dade Davis, followed by "HotShot" Chris Michaels with the Premiere Title tightly around his waist as blue pyro showers down from above. They have arrogant smiles on their faces as they stroll to the ring, Dade forgoing the outstretched hands of fans in the arena while Michaels stops to acknowledge the crowd, despite their mixed reaction. Davis slides into the ring under the bottom rope while Michaels makes his way in up the steps as he smiles and waves at his wife, who is seated in the front row next to Franchise Security's Justin Stall. Michaels goes to the near corner, climbs to the second rope and raises his arms in the air. Davis heads to the far corner, climbs to the second rope and arrogantly raises his chin to the crowd as yellow pyro shoots from the vacant corners.]

[Bell Sounds]

Ray Quadros: I really don't believe it Carl, the biggest tag match in some time in PWA is about to happen right before our eyes.

Carl Franks: Steve Upshaw is the referee in charge of the action. Dade Davis and Mystic J line up to go at it here tonight in our main event. Each a little reluctant to lock up with the other in the early going. Both men are just circling one another and staying very loose in the ring. It kind of reminds me of a snake charmer, who sits back and waits for the lethal strike, and then counters.

Ray Quadros: Someone is going to have to make the first move Carl, the question is who will!

Carl Franks: They continue to stare at one another from across the ring. These two men met just two weeks back at Mob Rules in a vicious affair in which Dade Davis was the victor. They have already felt each other out so they know each other's strengths and weaknesses.

Ray Quadros: We both know very well, that this is just a very elaborate part of the mind games that go on in matches of this caliber.

Carl Franks: The electricity in this building right now could pop the roof off of it. The anticipation for the start of this one is at an all time high... and yes! Now they have finally locked up! Mystic and Davis in a routine lock up position. Both men battle to gain the upper hand, but both men also pose a stiff resistance.

Ray Quadros: Neither one will give an inch Carl. This is what PWA is all about! The very best going toe to toe, and blow for blow.

Carl Franks: Mystic and Davis break the lock up as no one was able to gain position. They immediately come nose to nose in the middle of the ring, and this one will no doubt be a stale mate the whole way through.

Ray Quadros: Davis is tough in any situation.

Carl Franks: We're now back to a familiar scene as the two dance around each other and circle. They go in for another lock up, but this time Davis is quick to get a boot into Mystic' mid section. Mystic leans forward a bit and Davis drills him with a stiff right hand. That one rocks Mystic a bit and he takes a step back to maintain his balance. Davis reaches back and now he unloads another vicious punch that catches Mystic right on the jaw.

Ray Quadros: They might only be punches Carl, but they are ferocious. Look at Mystic step back from the impact. He might even be a little stunned from these!

Carl Franks: I would be surprised if he wasn't Ray. Davis takes advantage of his early advantage and hooks one of Mystic' arms. He then grabs a handful of tights and sends Mystic crashing to the matt with a perfectly executed vertical suplex.

Ray Quadros: That one was done picture perfectly Carl. Dade Davis is showing everyone that he can be as technical as anyone in this business.

Carl Franks: Davis is taking this match quite seriously as he immediately gets to his feet and uses the few seconds he has to stomp away on Mystic. Mystic battles to his feet however, but Davis is right there to keep him down. Davis is now laying into him with just about everything he's got. Punches, forearm smashes, and few kicks are being used.

Ray Quadros: Davis may feel he has something to prove here after the finish at Mob Rules. But after shocking Terminus last week, what does he really have to prove?

Carl Franks: Davis has Mystic up, but against the ropes. He sends him across the ring with an Irish Whip and then catches Mystic with a well placed back elbow. The blow stuns Mystic, but doesn't knock him down. Davis then leaps off of his feet and plants Mystic in the chest with a nice standing drop kick! That one takes Mystic off of his feet, and he hits the matt with a loud thump.

Ray Quadros: Not surprising to see Davis jump out to this early lead so to speak. He is usually a quick starter and he often looks to end matches early.

Carl Franks: Davis is doing just that right now. He quickly crawls over to Mystic and mounts him unloading with big right hands. The referee pulls Davis off, and now he is warning him about using closed fist shots.

Ray Quadros: You know what Carl? That ref should try and stay out of this match as much as possible. The best referee in a match like this is the one that has no effect at all.

Carl Franks: That's a good point Ray. Mystic is now back on his feet, and Davis wastes no time to go back on the attack. He lifts a knee and catches Mystic in the gut once again. Davis now chops away on Mystic' chest which has the crowd send a deafening echo of "wooo" throughout the building.

Ray Quadros: Mystic just caught Dade with a big kick to the face that knocked Dade Davis all the way back into his corner where Chris Michaels tags himself in.

Carl Franks: Michaels charges at J and hits him with a big fist of his own.

Ray Quadros: Dade Davis is now on the outside just holding his jaw.

Carl Franks: Michaels sends Mystic across the ring with another Irish Whip. Mystic bounces back and Michaels catches him right under the chin with a running, spinning heel kick! That's going to leave a mark, and hold one second...Michaels is going to try the very first cover of this match, one.... two.... Mystic is able to kick out rather easily.

Ray Quadros: Hey, it's worth a shot Carl. Whatever it takes to win, and Chris was trying to win it as quickly as possible.

Carl Franks: You and I know very well that this match is not going to be won that easily, whoever comes out on top of this one is going to have to lay it all on the line. Whoever comes out on top in this one will have given a grade-A performance. Michaels continues his early push in this match. He has Mystic up on his feet again, and now he strikes him with two very stiff right hands. Davis then hooks Mystic again, and sends him down with a modified Belly to Belly Suplex!

Ray Quadros: Michaels is really taking it to Mystic Carl. If he keeps this up, it is going to be very difficult for Mystic to recover and mount a come back.

Carl Franks: Michaels now grabs one of Mystic' legs, and yes it is placing him in a Texas Cloverleaf, and Mystic is in a tremendous amount of trouble right now.

Ray Quadros: Not so fast, those long limbs work great in some areas.

Carl Franks: You are right Ray, the much larger Mystic J is now pulling himself towards the ropes....and now reaches them and has to break the hold. Dade Davis is yelling across the ring at Chris Michaels.

Ray Quadros: Well Dade is right, you can't put a guy that big in a hold like that when you are as small as Chris Michaels is.

Carl Franks: And Mystic J is taking advantage of that argument as he tags in a fresh Ryan Shane.

Ray Quadros: We're about to see just how strong the Premiere Champion really is Carl. As Dade Davis pointed out this week, Ryan Shane seems to have a chip on his shoulder and he wants to get it off.

Carl Franks: Michaels turns around to run at Shane, but gets caught with a standard drop toe hold. Shane not even giving Michaels a chance to stand as he stomps away on him! Michaels is trying to use the ropes to pick himself up, but Ryan Shane is being relentless. Shane now drapes Michaels over the middle rope. He grabs it, and now he is pulling it up to choke Mystic with it. Again the ref does not approve of this and he is screaming at Shane to cease immediately.

Ray Quadros: Shane is going to take that 5 count for every second it is worth. Dade Davis, has no choice but to sit by and watch.

Carl Franks: Shane leaves Michaels hanging on the ropes and now he runs across the ring. Ryan bounces off the ropes and comes back now, he leaps in the air and lands hard on Michaels' back which drives that rope into his throat even more! Ryan Shane is being very brutal in this match up and he is looking sharp!

Ray Quadros: This has been nothing but complete domination from Shane since he got into the ring. He is showing Michaels just who is boss, and why he is a former double champion. I haven't seen Shane look this good in a while.

Carl Franks: Michaels is now down on his back, holding his throat, and seems to be struggling for air. Shane continues to not waste time as he climbs up to the top for something high impact.

Ray Quadros: Time for this match to enter a whole new dimension.

Carl Franks: He leaps off with a Muru Splash that catches Michaels. Shane drapes his body across Michaels now, and attempts a cover, one.... two.... NO! Michaels is still strong enough to kick out.

Ray Quadros: I don't know what Michaels is waiting for Carl. He has been down for quite a while. People talk about getting a second wind in these types of matches, but I don't even think Michaels had a first wind.

Carl Franks: Shane does the smart thing and gives Michaels no time to recover, but he misses a big kick to the midsection! Michaels rolls away and brings in Dade Davis with a hot tag. Davis runs at Shane, but the young gun ducks a clothesline and Davis comes back off the ropes. Shane grabs Dade and sends him into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Davis comes bouncing back off of the ropes and Shane sends him down with a hip toss! Shane now heads off the ropes himself and drops a leg on Davis' neck!

Ray Quadros: Do you blame him?

Carl Franks: Here's another cover, one.... two.... another kick out from Dade Davis! This one a little bit of a close call though Ray, I think Ryan Shane might be making progress.

Ray Quadros: I would hope so Carl. He has been on the attack for quite a while now.

Carl Franks: Shane is showing no signs of frustration as he quickly has Davis back up to his feet. Wait! Davis pushes Shane off, and now lands a couple stiff jabs. Davis is trying to fight back now. He reaches back and takes a big swing, but Shane ducks, kicks him in the gut and plants him head first down with a DDT!

Ray Quadros: haha! So much for the big come back Carl. Ryan Shane put him right into his place!

Carl Franks: Ryan Shane now is headed back to his corner where he tags in a now refreshed Mystic J.

Ray Quadros: This is just how J wants Dade Davis, ripe for the picking.

Carl Franks: Davis showing some signs of life however, all be it that DDT might have put him out of this one for a while. Mystic J is going to make another cover after that big time move, one.... two.... th... NO! Davis is able to get his shoulder up and keep his dreams of a reunited victory with Chris Michaels alive.

Ray Quadros: I don't think there is any doubt left in this one Carl. It's not a matter of if Mystic J and Ryan Shane will win. I think it is now only a matter of when and how.

Carl Franks: This team, formerly know as the Era, still has a long way to go Ray. They are two men with a lot of fight in them. Mystic J has Davis up again, and quickly sends him down with a Scoop Slam. Mystic heads to the corner, and he climbs on the turnbuckle to salute the fans, who respond with a resounding chorus of cheers.

Ray Quadros: We haven't seen this out of Mystic J in this match yet, and I think he might be making a mistake. Never turn your back on an opponent, especially one who is as vicious as Dade Davis.

Carl Franks: Speaking of which Ray, Davis is struggling to his feet and is now up, and he runs quickly to the corner. Dade puts fists to Mystic J's back and now he is swinging the big man around. Davis looks like he is going to go for a big suplex off the ropes, but J counters and both men come crashing to the mat with a sick impact.

Ray Quadros: I hate to say I told you so, but that is reason enough to never turn your back on an opponent. Both men crashing down very hard, and both men are now down!

Carl Franks: Steve Upshaw is administering the ten count, as both men lay motionless in the ring. Upshaw is now to 7, and we finally begin to see some remnants of life in these men.

Ray Quadros: Wouldn't it suck to have a double count out?

Carl Franks: Both men are now up and Davis charges with a clothesline, but Mystic ducks. Davis turns and Mystic hooks him, sending him down with a spinning brain buster and the pin attempt! One... two.... NO! Davis is able to weazle his way out of it.

Ray Quadros: Weazle!? There was no weazling involved Carl. Davis kicked out fair and square!

Carl Franks: Davis is back up and he rushes at Mystic again, but to no avail. Mystic looks like he has fresh legs in this one as he is moving quickly and avoiding what Davis is throwing his way. Davis throws a punch but it is blocked by Mystic, who then returns one of his own. Davis throws another punch, which is blocked and returned. Mystic now gains the advantage and has Davis back peddling with his punches. Davis is against the ropes, and Mystic whips him across. Davis bounces back and Mystic sends him down with a running knee lift to the mid section!

Ray Quadros: Wow! Davis did a somersault in mid air on that one Carl! He hit the matt hard as well, it appears Mystic is trying to show Davis up.

Carl Franks: Mystic gives Davis a couple boots for good measure and then lifts him up off of the matt. He winds up and unloads a stiff forearm right into Davis's nose. Davis takes a couple of steps back and but then runs through Mystic J with a powerful clothesline!

Ray Quadros: Davis isn't the biggest guy in the PWA, or the most powerful. But he does have a certain explosion to his wrestling ability and he can turn a lot of matches up side down in a hurry.

Carl Franks: And now Dade Davis taking a turn getting out of dodge as he quickly gets back to his corner and tags in Chris Michaels.

Ray Quadros: And the HotShot is ready to go.

Carl Franks: Mystic seemed to have gained the upper hand in this one but Dade got away. Michaels comes in and chops away on Mystic J's chest, and the crowd continues to "woo" along. Mystic then nails Davis with a couple of back elbows and knee lifts to keep him off balance.

Ray Quadros: Not a bad strategy from Mystic, Carl. He needs to keep Michaels guessing, and not fall into a pattern. If he does we might see HotShot make a huge come back.

Carl Franks: Mystic sends the Premiere champion across the ring and into the opposite corner, but Michaels comes back at J with a big clothesline. That one rocks Mystic J, and now he stumbles out to the middle of the ring where Michaels puts him down face first with a Bulldog! Michaels rolls J over and makes a cover, one.... two.... thr.... NO! Mystic gets his shoulder up, and this one will continue.

Ray Quadros: Whew! That was one close call Carl. A fraction of a second longer and Mystic J would have lost this match for his team.

Carl Franks: Michaels has Mystic up, and sends him down with a great looking brain buster type suplex! He makes another cover, this time hooking the leg, one.... two.... thr.... NO! Once again Mystic is able to stay alive by getting his shoulder up in the knick of time.

Ray Quadros: Chris Michaels is starting to let it all hang lose Carl. He has Davis reeling and if he keeps this up will walk out with another successful win.

Carl Franks: Michaels doesn't stay J instead he backs off a bit and stands in a crouched position. J struggles to his feet and when he stands tall Michaels unloads on him with a big kick to the head! Mystic hits the matt hard! Michaels now bounces off the near side ropes and leaps in the air landing a big splash on the fallen J. Here comes another cover, one..... two..... thr... NO! Ryan Shane in to break up what could have been the match ender.

Ray Quadros: Boy oh boy. It get's closer and closer every single time Carl. I don't know how much more of this Mystic can absorb. Michaels is really starting to take advantage.

Carl Franks: Michaels goes right back to work and wastes little time. He knows what this match means and he is in the proper mind set for it. He trys to life Mystic J off the mat but to no avail. Mystic fights back and knees Michaels in the gut and then places him in between his legs. Mystic hooks one arm, and now a second. He waits a second and then lifts Michaels up sending him down with a Double Under hook Power Bomb! Mystic rolls now over to the corner and will tag in "Right Now" Ryan Shane.

Ray Quadros: The team of Mystic J and Ryan Shane is being resilient Carl. They knows what is on the line and they aren't going to let this one go that easily. Michaels better be prepared to use everything he has in his arsenal if he intends on winning this match.

Carl Franks: Oh, and I'm sure he will Ray. Right now he Ryan Shane is stomping away at Chris Michaels, and then brings him up to his feet again. Shane has Chris against the ropes and lays into him with some open hand chops before Irish Whipping him across the ring. Michaels comes back and Shane nearly takes his head off with a jumping side kick! Michaels smacks the mat hard with the back of his head, yet Shane doesn't try the cover. Instead he brings him to his feet.

Ray Quadros: What the hell does he think he's going to do now?

Carl Franks: Shane grabs Michaels' head and sends him down with a swinging neck breaker! Now Shane will try for the cover and the win, one.... two.... thr.... NO! Chris is able to kick out some way some how. Unbelievable.

Ray Quadros: Shane is now up shaking his head. That's the first sign of frustration and Michaels' resilience has now gotten to Shane mentally. The young man doesn't know what it will take to keep him down, and it's driving him nuts.

Carl Franks: Shane has Michaels up, and he goes for another Irish Whip, but this time it is reversed by Michaels.

Ray Quadros: Went to the well one too many times...

Carl Franks: Shane flies into the ropes, and Michaels runs right behind connecting with a clothesline that sends Shane up and over the ropes, and then down to the ring side floor!

Ray Quadros: Uh oh... this could get interesting.

Carl Franks: Michaels rolls out of the ring to join Shane, and now the fight has escalated into the ring side area. Shane gets to his feet and is greeted with some wicked punches from Chris. Ryan Shane is being knocked off balance, and now Michaels Irish Whips him into the guard railing! Shane hit his back hard, and now he is launched on the floor against them.

Ray Quadros: Michaels sent him into the railing with authority Carl. I wouldn't be surprised if that knocked the wind out of Shane for the time being.

Carl Franks: Michaels walks over to where the fallen Ryan Shane rests and now he stomps away on him. Shane is all but defenseless in this situation, and now Michaels has his boot in Shane's throat and he is using the railing for leverage as he drives it in deeper.

Ray Quadros: Michaels is now really showing us something.

Carl Franks: I like the fact that the referee isn't counting them out right now. He doesn't want to see this one end without a clear and distinct winner. Besides, these two could go at it all night.

Ray Quadros: Wouldn't that be something to see.

Carl Franks: Michaels has Shane up again, and now he sends him crashing into those ring steps located in the corner of the ring. Those are made of steel and don't give at all. Ryan Shane went in leading with his shoulder and now he is laying on the floor holding it. He could be seriously hurt.

Ray Quadros: Doubt it...

Carl Franks: I don't know if it was the smartest thing for Shane to show a sign of weakness, because Michaels is going to pick up on that quite easily. He has Shane up and now nails him with some shoulder to shoulder thrusts.

Ray Quadros: Ryan Shane is going through hell right now. I can tell you he is in a tremendous amount of pain Carl. Just look at the expression on his face.

Carl Franks: Michaels is being relentless in the process, and now he sees a huge window of opportunity Ray. Chris drags Shane over to our announce location, I wonder what he has in store for him now.

Ray Quadros: Who knows but I'm getting the hell out of here!

Carl Franks: Michaels rolls Shane on top of the table, and now he climbs up himself. This doesn't bode well for the either man. Michaels has Shane up and he places him in between his legs. Michaels lifts Shane up to drop him with a pile driver on the table, but Shane reverses it into a back body drop! My God! The table collapses and both men are down.

Ray Quadros: PAIN! PUNISHMENT! DEATH! Ryan Shane has unleashed am incredible amount of it this match.. this is simply amazing!

Carl Franks: That took a bit out of Shane too as he is slow to rise to his feet. However, he is now up and he walks over to Michaels who is not moving much.

Ray Quadros: Ryan Shane may be ready to pin the Premiere Champion.

Carl Franks: Shane rolls Michaels into the ring, and this could be it as he heads to the top rope. Michaels is battling with everything he has to get to his feet. Shane is poised and ready atop. Michaels is up and now Shane leaps.... Missile Drop Kick! He caught Michaels right in the middle of the chest!

Ray Quadros: Wooo!

Carl Franks: Shane makes the cover, and he's going to pin the champion, one.... two.... three... NO! What!? Someway! Somehow! Michaels got his shoulder up at the last possible fraction of a second! Unbelievable!

Ray Quadros: Wha... huh... no!

Carl Franks: Davis is visibly upset over what just happened he is asking the referee something as a distraction, and now he just remains in the corner, shaking his head a smiling. What will it take to win this match tonight!? And Shane is pointing at Davis. Ryan Shane wants the Franchise and he drags a beaten Chris Michaels to the corner so that Dade can tag himself in.

Ray Quadros: Davis steps in and Shane lunges at him with a lariat that takes both men down.

Carl Franks: Shane is up and he pulls Davis to his feet. He unloads on him with a couple of punches and then hooks his arm. Ryan Shane lifts Dade Davis and sends him down with a suplex! Shane refuses to attempt a cover, he places Davis between his legs, lifts him in the air and slams him down with a shoulder breaker! What a powerful move from the smaller Ryan Shane.

Ray Quadros: Yeah! That's the ticket!

Carl Franks: Shane applies a leg scissor around Davis' arm and now he is really yanking hard on that shoulder. Davis is screaming out in agony, and I don't think he is going to be able to with stand this hold. Shane has him smack dab in the middle of the ring, and Dade Davis has no where to go.

Ray Quadros: YES! YES! YES! This is it Carl... no where to go.

Carl Franks: Davis is trying to hold on, but he just can't. He's going to be seriously hurt if he doesn't give into this. Shane is really pulling on the arm, and it looks like he is trying to rip it right out of the socket!

Ray Quadros: Do it Ryan!

Carl Franks: Dade is in the middle of the ring, and he stopped moving. He might have passed out from the pain. The referee lifts his other arm, it falls... ONE... he lifts it again, it falls a second time... TWO... he lifts it once more, NO! Davis keeps it up this time, and now the crowd is getting into it. Davis swings his leg back and somehow wraps it around Shane's head. Davis is now applying some sort of choke hold onto Ryan Shane, he is squeezing his legs together, and it seems to be doing the trick. As Shane lets go and sneaks away, Davis gets up and backs into the corner but refuses to tag in Chris Michaels as Ryan Shane makes the tag to Mystic J.

Ray Quadros: Damnit! Why won't Davis use his partner?

Carl Franks: Because he selfish.

Ray Quadros: Bah!

Carl Franks: Davis runs at J with a big boot, but misses.

Ray Quadros: Mystic is lucky he dodged that one Carl. If Davis would have connected it would have been lights out!

Carl Franks: Ryan Shane now in the ring and he dives towards Dade, but is taken out mid-air by a spear from Chris Michaels. The Premiere champion and the man who believes he should be champion have just gone tumbling to the floor courtesy of the Chris Michaels' momentum.

Ray Quadros: Back in the ring, Davis punches Mystic J pretty hard.

Carl Franks: Mystic strikes back with a punch of his own, and then he gives Davis a swift kick in the gut. Mystic grabs the hunched over Davis looks like he going to try and finish it.

Ray Quadros: The crowd is on their feet, and look at the sea of flashes go off!

Carl Franks: Mystic attempts the move, but Davis is resisting with stiff opposition. Mystic attempts again, but Davis blocks, and now Davis stands and lifts Mystic off of his feet with a back body drop! Mystic hits the matt hard but he is quick to get back up. He runs right after Davis with a clothesline attempt, but Davis ducks that, hooks his arm and plants him down with a Book End type maneuver! Davis is going to try a cover, ONE.... TWO... THR... Mystic has his foot on the ropes!

Ray Quadros: Mystic just won't give up will he?

Carl Franks: Davis picks him off the matt, but Mystic fights back by nailing Dade in the gut with some right hands. Mystic backs Davis off and now he Irish Whips him into the ropes. Davis comes back off of the ropes and he runs right through Mystic with a Spear! What a move, but I think Davis might have hurt himself in the process.

Ray Quadros: This is not good Carl. Both men are down once again and now the referee must use the mandatory ten count. This has been one hellacious battle.

Carl Franks: You can say that again Ray, The ref is up to eight, and now both men stumble to their feet. They meet in the middle of the ring once again, and now they are exchanging very weak right hand shots. You can see that these men are physically drained, they hardly have anything left in them. Mystic blocks a couple of Davis's offerings and he has the advantage again. Here's another kick to the gut, and now he sets him up once more... this time he hits the 747! 747!

Ray Quadros: NO! NO! NO! NO!

Carl Franks: Mystic makes the cover, he's going to get retribution at Violation 30. ONE.... TWO.... THREE.... NO! WHAT!? Davis GOT A SHOULDER UP!

Ray Quadros: Do you believe in Miracles!?

Carl Franks: Obviously so if Davis just kicked out of that deadly move! Mystic can't believe what just happened. It appears as he is just laughing in the middle of the ring. He's done just about all there is to do, yet neither one of these men will remain down for the count of three.

Ray Quadros: isn't it great!? This is what PWA is all about!

Carl Franks: I think you already said that tonight. Mystic has Davis up again, and it looks like he is going to try a second 747. He puts Dade in position, but Davis won't let it happen. Dade is trying to fight the move with all he has left and Chris Michaels is back in. Chris Michaels with a superkick to Mystic J! The big man is out, what a monster of a kick from the Premiere champion.

Ray Quadros: And now he is motioning at Dade Davis. He wants Davis to go up top.

Carl Franks: Davis climbing and is he going to do this? Is Dade Davis going to risk it all?

Ray Quadros: Ryan Shane from behind and he pushes Davis off the ropes!

Carl Franks: Dade Davis falls down hard to the canvas and I think he hit J a little on the way down. Shane is trying to struggle back into the ring as he used all his energy to push down Dade Davis.

Ray Quadros: Wow! Michaels is in shock.

Carl Franks: Dade Davis is getting to his feet and he is getting in HotShot's face. The two exchanging shoves now.

Ray Quadros: Paradise is over.

Carl Franks: Dade Davis lands a big right on his tag partner...and Michaels fires back with a superkick!...Ryan Shane rolls in and he's got the knocked cold Davis rolled up. ONE.... TWO.... THREE!!! Yes, this time it is over, and the reunion is not a success as Chris Michaels is walking out of the ring and away from his partner.

[Bell Sounds]

Freddy Ferdinand: Here are your winners, the team of "Right Now" Ryan Shane and Mystic J!

Carl Franks: Mystic J and Ryan Shane survive by simply getting along long enough.

Ray Quadros: They definatley saved the best for last tonight. We may not have a tag division currently, but those two makeshift teams put on one hell of a show.

[As Shane makes his way to the back in celebration and referees help J to the locker room as well, Dade Davis stands in the ring, Michaels just outside in front of the entrance ramp, both heavily out of breath, Davis prompts Ferdinand to hand him the microphone. As Davis begins to raise the microphone to his mouth, the song "Unstable" by Adema begins to play and Michaels gets an eerie and confused look on his face as his attention shifts from Dade Davis to the entrance way. As it does, Dade rolls from the ring and a man appears in the entrance, swaying back and forth as if he is ready for a fight. Michaels looks on in disbelief as he can be clearly seen mouthing the word "Kemp" before looking back at Dade on the other side of the ring.] Franchise: Remember Chris. We said, just one night......and it looks like the future is getting UNstable again. And Chris, this time he isn't here for me.

[Dade flashes an evil grin, as does the man on the stage as the copywrite information shows on the screen and Violation fades to black.]