PWA: Violation 102

VIOLATION 102
Sunday, August 22nd, 2010
Araneta Coliseum in Quezon City, Philippines

LIME GREEN?!
Written by: Rich & Neil

[ The camera shifts to the office/locker room area where James Cortez, otherwise known as the Butcher, has come in early to get some things done, and have some time before his match tonight. We see him sitting at his desk and watching what transpired last week in his match against Captain Howdy and Jason Sandman. He watches Captain Howdy spike Maelstrom and his halo into the canvass with a Playtime's Over. Maelstrom and the halo stick into the mat like lawn dart. He watches it again. And again. And again with a sneer. ]

[ A few moments later, a shadow falls over him, and he looks up. The camera pulls back a bit, and we see Nikki Cortez standing in front of Butcher's desk, smiling at him, as she stands with her hip cocked, her hand on her hip, and a wickedly playful smile on her face. She licks her lips slowly, and gives her husband a moment to process what he is seeing. ]

Butcher: Honey...wha...wow. You look great. What's the occasion?

[ Now we can see what has the Butcher's attention so transfixed. Nikki is wearing a black pinstriped suit with a very short skirt that shows off her legs to perfection. The high heels she is wearing just complete the package as the camera slides slowly back up her frame. She smiles seductively at her husband, as she puts her hands on his desk, and leans over, giving him a very nice view. ]

Nikki: Can't a girl just dress nicely for her husband?

Butcher: Of course!! It's just...you look...

Nikki: (Laughing) Well well, the great Butcher at a loss for words. Will wonders never cease?

Butcher: Sweetheart, when you look like that, it isn't words that I want to be using.

Nikki: Well then, perhaps I should move back a bit so you can get a better view of what you really want. I'm going to need room for this anyway.

Butcher: Room for what?

[ Nikki pushes back from the desk, and stands in the center of the room. She takes a small remote control from her pocket, and presses a button, and some slow, sultry music begins to play in the room. Nikki begins to sway to the beat, her eyes closed a bit, as she stares at her husband. The Butcher, for his part, is mesmerized by the sight. ]

Butcher: Nikki...hon, I've got work to...

Nikki: Shhh, just shut up and watch.

[ And watch he does, as any red-blooded male would. Nikki gyrates to the music, taking her time and making all her curves move at once. Slowly, she takes hold of her jacket, and wiggles it around a bit. Suddenly, she tears it open, buttons flying everywhere, revealing a white silk shirt underneath. She takes off the jacket, and twirls it, before throwing it toward her husband, who catches it with his face. ]

The Butcher: Wait!

[ He pulls the jacket of his face quickly to find his wife turned around and now waving her mini-skirt covered hips between his legs. She seductively peeks over her shoulder with a smirk, noticing that his eyes are firmly transfixed upon that A+ rear end of hers. She can't help but move in a little closer before bending down slowly to touch her toes, revealing a little bit of what is going on up that skirt. ]

The Butcher: …

[ Yeah he's got nothing to say as he's about to have a damn heart attack. She spins around on her heel once again, this time placing her foot up on the chair and close to his crotch. She flirts with showing her husband what is underneath the front of that skirt but she's not willing to show just yet. The Butcher can't help but play along as he reaches for her thigh to force the issue. Mrs. Cortez is all to quick to shut him down with a slap to the hand. ]

Nikki: Nuh uh, hands off mister.

[ She pushes off the executive chair and spins him around so he's punished by looking at the wall instead of her. She bends down from behind the chair and whispers into his ear. ]

Nikki: Bad Jimmy. You stare at the wall now.

[ The Commissioner grumbles as he stares at the wall for a moment. He can't help himself but turn around...only to have that white blouse thrown in his face. Mrs. Cortez giggles as she reaches down for the skirt. And off comes the skirt and up onto her index finger where she spins it around. ]

Nikki: Now you may look, hun.

[ The Commissioner is all too eager as he pulls the white blouse off his head and turns around. There is Nikki Cortez in all her glory. Lime green bra that snaps together in the front for easy access. Lime green cheekies panties with floral designs that only hide the naughty parts. And skin. Lots of skin. The Butcher however does not look impressed. ]

The Butcher: Lime green?! LIME?! GREEN?! You know I HATE that color!

Nikki: What?

The Butcher: I HATE lime green! Grrr!

Nikki: That's it? No 'you look great' or 'wow that was quite a show?'

The Butcher: Very seductive, Mrs. Cortez. You made my troubles go away. But that lime green is disgusting! Now may I remove those ugly looking things from your beautiful body?

[ She bites her bottom lip as she gets a bit closer to him, allowing The Butcher to set his hands on her hips this time. ]

Nikki: Only if you promise to clear off your desk and allow me to show you how to use it properly.

[ Wink wink, nod nod. ]

The Butcher: Work can wait. The show doesn't start for a little while anyway...

GOING PUBLIC
Written by: Blake

A limousine pulls into the loading dock of the arena and the driver steps out, opening the door directly behind him. Adrian Carmichael steps out of the car and leans down, addressing someone still left in the back seat.

Carmichael: Everything is in the briefcase?

Unseen Man: It is.

Carmichael reaches in and grabs the briefcase, which has a pair of handcuffs hanging from its handle. He leaves one end clasped to the handle and fastens the other around his wrist.

Unseen Man: Be careful. That’s highly sensitive material. If that falls into the wrong hands before you’re able to make it public...Well, I don’t have to tell you of the consequences.

Carmichael: (nodding) It’ll go smoothly. Archangel may not be here, but it’s going to be fine. I’ve got people watching my back.

Unseen Man: Make sure that you do. You’re without a parachute on this one, Adrian. If things go wrong, they go very, very wrong.

Carmichael stood up and closed the door, pounding on the roof to let the driver know he was done. Turning around, he walked into the arena, briefcase in hand, and let the door close behind him.

NO TIME
Written by: Sabs

Dressed in all-black and with a sour disposition, NightTrain is marching to a true beat of a quick-paced, enraged person. The crowd loudly cheers upon his sight as the backstage area is almost a blur to him. Looking as though he's on a mission, the stoic expression is etched on his face and in his movements. He walks right near one Miranda Buck whose itching for an interview. She runs down a fast-walking NightTrain and stops him right before she asks anything.

Miranda Buck: NightTrain. I'm glad I got a chance to talk with you. Considering everything that Slade has said to you - and that you two have made amends - are you prepared for your 30-minute Ironman match at Point Of No Return?

Buck hoolds the microphone to NightTrain's lips but nothing is coming out of it. He has an edge that reads irritation. she pulls back a little bit as NightTrain is not forthcoming.

Miranda Buck: What are your thoughts about all that has transpired?

Buck places the micropone in NightTrain's lips - and again, he says absolutely nothing. She shakes her head and asks another question.

Miranda Buck: Do you think Slade will kill you come September 1?

NightTrain stares at her as if he's looking through her. Buck stands down and walks away being leery of NightTrain's mood. Once she leaves, NightTrain walks hard toward the dressing room when he stops in his tracks. Once that happens, the screen reveals itself to be the black jumpsuit-clad PWA World Heavyweight Champion, Va'aiga. The crowd roars to life upon seeing the picture in study and calmness - the total opposite of the fiery faction mate who is standing in front of him.

Va'aiga: Wow, bro. You are giving people cold shoulders. May I talk with you, man?

He walks toward the Murderers' Row dressing room, but NightTrain doesn't budge. Va'aiga stops and looks at NightTrain - and is more determined to get him to divulge how he feels.

Va'aiga: C'mon, bro. It's just ME! Let's talk for a minute.

Hearing the West Coast-tinged speech from Va'aiga has always been soothing toward NightTrain - whether he let on ot it or not. Calmer, he walks with Va'aiga towarde the Murderers' Row dressing room. They approach the door which says, "MURDERERS' ROW," and NightTrain walks into it, first. Va'aiga walks into the room right after - and closes the door.

A TIME TO LAUGH
Written by: Donnie

We see The Outfit, minus Chris Michaeli, as they step through the door of the dressing room, their bags in hand, as they arrive at the show. Several low brow jokes are heard at the expense of Terminus as the limousine driver struggles to carry the many bags of the crew. He finally sets them all down a with a slight drop and a thud before scurrying out of the dressing room, trying to remain out of sight, out of mind.

With the group in high spirits, it’s Tony who speaks first.

Tony Field: This is going to be a great night. The beginning of something legendary starts tonight.

Frankie laughs.

Frankie Bones: That’s right. The end of Terminus in PWA.

Zakk Bryce: So how exactly does this work anyway? You said he was officially gone, but I think I missed something.

Rochelle gives Tony a knowing glance, then turns to Zakk.

Rochelle Robinson: You mean you didn’t hear the latest news about Glen?

Zakk nods his head, indicating he has no clue.

Zakk Bryce: I guess I missed something.

Rochelle Robinson: After our attack on Glen last week at Violation, he’s injured. The doctors aren’t going to clear him for ring action by Point Of No Return.

Zakk Bryce: Ahhh…I see. So sense he doesn’t show up, per the stipulations, he forfeits the match, and his career is over.

Tony smirks, just eating it up.

Tony Field: Bingo. You hit the nail on the head right there.

Zakk laughs.

Zakk Bryce: My heart goes out to him, let me tell you. We should really honor his memory.

Zakk snaps out full of sarcasm. Tony suddenly breaks out with a look on his face as if something just came to him out of nowhere, like a light bulb going off.

Tony Field: I think you got something there, Zakk. I think we need to throw Terminus a goodbye party in the ring later tonight. We might as well honor the memory of Terminus and what he’s meant to both PWA and us….

IT'S ALL ON ME
Written by: John

*Just minutes before his upcoming match against Josh Cantrell, we find Jack Gaither talking to someone on the phone inside a backstage green room. Apparently, the native of Morgantown is on the phone with his friend, suspended referee Steve Upshaw, and from the looks of things, Jack is about to deliver a warning to a certain someone on the roster.*

JACK GAITHER: Yeah. That scumbag doesn't deserve to work in PWA after what he did to you.

(inaudible)

JACK: Oh yeah, and that Communist bastard drove me into the mat after the Terminus match last week.

(inaudible)

JACK: Wren's just a BITCH, Steve! She's a fool who's foolish nature makes her foolhardy and dumb.

(inaudible)

JACK: Check your mail Steve. I've sent you a check this morning.

(inaudible)

JACK: $100,000. That will help you cover your mortgage, pay your bills, and feed your family.

(inaudible)

JACK: Don't worry about it, my friend. It's all on me. Also, with the check, I have also sent a referral to my lawyer back in Corpus Christi.

(inaudible)

JACK: He goes by the name of Wright--Phoenix Wright.

(inaudible)

JACK: Oh yeah, my father-in-law is trying to buy up the place, yet we can't afford to have scumbags like Wren Chesney and Tony Field stink up the joint with their power-grubbing diatribes and rants.

(inaudible)

JACK: It's a long story, but you'll find out in due time. Anyways, the clock is telling me it's time to go.

(inaudible)

JACK: Take care of yourself Steve.

*Jack hangs up the phone and turns to the camera.*

JACK: A quick word before I head out there to go to work, and yes--this is a FAIR WARNING to Tony Field. You call yourself "The Real Deal" yet you hang around with someone who's notorious for giving people the crabs condition. You made a mistake there pally: by taking me out before I could help Terminus. Now Termite and I haven't always seen eye-to-eye, but he's earned my respect. You haven't, and when you drove me into that mat last week, you pissed a lot of people off. I'm a forgiving man though, and so I'll let this slide just ONE time. If you EVER pull another stunt to me like you did last week, then you're gonna deal with Hiroko. Trust me, Hiroko may be a small woman, but her foot's got the power to make sure that you don't have kids for the rest of your life. Now if you'll excuse me, it's time for me to have some fun.

*And with that, the PWA Light Heavyweight Champion makes his way through the local security detail and into a waiting area to get ready for his match.*

NON-TITLE
Josh Cantrell vs. Jack Gaither ©
Written by: Jake

Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first weighing 240lbs and hailing from Ripley, OH, “The Product of Hate” JOSH CANTRELL!!!

Slowly the arena lights dim and a bright red hue is cast upon the entrance ramp. “King Zero” by Drowning Pool begins to play and "The Product of Hate" Josh Cantrell steps into the red star shaped spotlight. He holds his arms out to the side and whips his head back throwing off the red hooded cloak he had been wearing. Dressed in black trunks with two red stars on the back and PoH written on the front as well as black boots with red kick pads he walks to the ring taking in the cheers from the crowd.

Franks: What a bloody war this young man had with Jason Sandman at Violation 100.

Quadros: Yeah that’s why we haven’t seen him since.

The opening phrase "God works in mysterious ways..." from Queen's "One Vision" is played along with the extended intro as various images of Jack Gaither's matches flash by on the big screen. The words "GOLDEN EAGLE" appear on screen at the height of the intro--which is punctuated by a crash of thunder and Jack's voice shouting "LIGHTS OUT!" As if on cue, the lights go out in an instant. The fans are abuzz with anticipation when suddenly, pyro goes off as "Cosmos Rockin" from Queen + Paul Rodgers plays, and "The Golden Eagle"--wearing his signature white robe with warrior's mask--makes his way to the stage waving a black flag with a golden eagle proudly shown on both sides. Gold-colored pyro and green confetti go off as Jack makes his way to the ring, giving every fan sitting near the ramp a high-five along the way while waving his flag. Once in the ring, Jack sticks his flag in a corner and poses to the cheering crowd as more green-and-gold confetti falls from the ceiling. As a token for his fans, Jack takes off his mask and gives it to a lucky fan sitting ringside.

Ferdinand: And his opponent weighing in at 181lb, from Corpus Christ, TX. He is the current PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion, “The Golden Eagle” JACK GAITHER!!!

Franks: The Golden Eagle came up short against Terminus last week, but he proved he can hang with the elite in PWA.

Quadros: He proved something by failing?

Gaither nods his head across the ring at Cantrell who just sneers at him before turning and leaning over the ropes. Josh motions for a member of the ring crew.

Franks: I think he did, look at Jack Gaither a year ago and look at him now.

Quadros: You can’t polish a turd Carl.

The ring rat hands Cantrell microphone and he looks across the ring at Gaither who seems confused by this.

Josh Cantrell: You think we’re alike Gaither? You know nothing about me or why I am The Product of Hate! Since you learned not to be driven by hate from NightTrain, why don’t you go ask Raye to tell you a few stories about me cause he knows me better than anyone and I think he’d tell you that all you’ve done is piss me off!

Cantrell tosses the mic down and runs at Gaither flipping him head over heels with a Bicycle Kick, the bell rings.

Franks: Looks like this one is underway.

Cantrell pulls Jack to his feet and tosses him into the corner. He nails a series of chops and follows that up with a spinning kick to the face and the Light Heavyweight Champion drops to his ass and is now seated in the corner where Cantrell begins choking him with his boot. New PWA Referee Danny Hallman begins administering a count and physically pulls Cantrell off at four.

Franks: This is our first look at PWA’s newest referee brought in to fill in for the suspended Steve Upshaw, he’s certainly a physical presence in there.

Quadros: He’s got to be 6’3” and at least 250lbs, so he won’t get pushed around that’s for sure.

Cantrell gets in Hallman’s face and shoved him to the mat.

Quadros: I spoke too soon.

Hallman gets right back up and rather than disqualify The Product of Hate he shoves him as well sending Cantrell to the mat. Josh quickly gets to his feet furious and goes nose to nose with the referee, this allows Jack Gaither time to recover and head to the top rope. Hallman screams at Cantrell to pay attention to his opponent just in time for Cantrell to turn around right into a Missle Drop Kick from The Golden Eagle. Both men get back to their feet and Gaither nails a series of three Armdrag Takedowns and holds onto the arm for the third one transitioning into a rear chin lock. Hallman asks Cantrell if he submits but Josh just curses at him.

Franks: The momentum is now completely in favor of Jack Gaither, this can’t be good for Cantrell.

Quadros: He’s more concerned with the referee than he is his opponent.

Franks: Maybe Gaither was right when he said Cantrell’s too emotional.

Cantrell tries to stand with Gaither on his back and does. He falls back onto Gaither causing him to break the hold. Cantrell is back up and snatches Gaither for a suplex but The Golden Eagle blocks it and nails Cantrell with a Vertical Suplex. Gaither pops back up and waits for Cantrell to stand, once he’s to his feet Jack hits the ropes and drives Cantrell faces first into the mat with a Bulldog. The fans cheer wildly for Jack Gaither who acknowledges them by raising his arm into the air. Jack leaps up to the top rope and waits for Cantrell to get back to his feet. Slowly Josh is up but doesn’t see Gaither who leaps off with a Corkscrew Cross-body!

Franks: The Golden Eagle is flying!

Quadros: The Eagle just got snatched right out of the air.

Cantrell catches Gaither across his shoulders and looks to be going for DRIVEN BY HATE!

Franks: If The Product of Hate hits this it’s all over!

Gaither shifts his weight and falls back with a Crucifix pinning Cantrells shoulders to the mat. Danny Hallman doesn’t hesitate 1…2…3!

DING DING DING

Ferdinand: And your winner, “The Golden Eagle” JACK GAITHER!!!

Franks: Jack Gaither wins! Out of no where he countered Driven by Hate! Josh Cantrell is irate.

Jack Gaither rolls to the floor and starts walking back up the ramp celebrating with the fans. Inside the ring Josh Cantrell is livid, kicking the ropes and screaming at referee Danny Hallman. Hallman sceams right back at Cantrell telling him he lost and to deal with. Cantrell shoves him and Hallman has had enough and fires a right hand into the jaw of Cantrell staggering The Product of Hate!

Franks: I’ve been a strong supporter of Josh Cantrell but I don’t condone laying your hands on a referee so good for Danny Hallman.

Qaudros: I’ve got a feeling it’s about be really bad for PWA’s new referee.

Cantrell gets a wild look in his eyes and shoots a double leg takedown on Hallman taking the ref down. Cantrell begins raining down punches to Hallman’s face and rolls off him. Cantrell stands and lets out a primal yell before jerking the prone referee up by his hair. He locks in a Double Underhook and lifts Hallman into the air before spiking him head first with a Brainbuster. Jack Gaither finally having noticed what’s taking place runs back to the ring and climbs to the top rope.

Franks: Thank God, Gaither’s saw what’s going on and is going to stop this brutal assault.

Gaither leaps off nailing The Mantis Kick and shutting off the lights for Cantrell. Gaither goes to check on the referee who doesn’t appear to be moving. Jack begins motioning to the back for medics.

Franks: Looks like this unfortunate referee could have serious injuries. Josh Cantrell is a loose cannon but PWA management knew that when they brought him in.

Quadros: And you defend him because the fans are still cheering for him?

Franks: I’m not defending him this time, that was uncalled for, let’s head to the back while they tend to referee Danny Hallman.

A TIME TO WEEP
Written by: Donnie

The scene cuts backstage to an empty hallway. There is a puddle of blood on the floor, along with a crimson stained dented chair, lying next to it. The camera pans up to see the motionless body of Frankie Bones, the bodyguard of Tony Field. The camera pans up to show a giant gash in the side of his head, blood flowing out of it. The camera than pans around the hallway, where there are obvious signs of a struggle, but no one to be seen. The scene the fades out.

AND THEN THERE WERE TWO
Written by: Neil

[ “King of Pain” kicks up and sends the Filipino crowd into a frenzy of boos. Out steps the battered and bruised Commissioner Butcher with his Captain Howdy cane in hand. He's looking pretty worse for wear after having his ass handed to him on a silver platter last week by Howdy and Sandman. Unfortunately his strip teasing wife earier in the night could only do so much to make him feel better. Perhaps he can entertain himself further if not make more enemies? ]

[ The ring set-up is much the same as it was last week for the Terminus Hall of Fame announcement. The ring is covered in a red carpeting with PWA banners strewn over the side. Inside there is a table with two objects, presumably Hall of Fame busts, covered over in white cloth to hide the identities. The Commissioner enters the ring and is handed a microphone from Freddy Ferdinand. ]

The Butcher: Well aren't you all just a bunch of cute Filipinos.

[ BOOOO! ]

The Butcher: I love you all too. And I love the money you people are bringing in to keep this company afloat. One wonders how bored you people must be here if you're willing to shell out double the going rate. But what can I say, I was told to go 'west young man' and here I am finding a gold mine. But I digress.

So, what do we have here, two more busts? Well isn't that just great. Unfortunately our next 2010 Hall of Fame inductee couldn't be here tonight. He's somewhere in a Filipino hospital sucking down some morphine thanks to Captain Howdy's disgusting actions.

[ The crowd POPS for the very mention of one Mr. Captain Howdy! ]

The Butcher: Seriously? You people condone dropping a man with a broken neck on his head again?

[ The crowd pops again! ]

The Butcher: You're all a bunch of sick savages. I suppose every big wrestling tour can't help but visit a slum corner of the world so we get a better appreciation of how lucky we are. I am a lucky man to be out here tonight. And Terminus had nothing to do with it.

[ The crowd has a mixed reaction because it is false, Evan Andrews did have a little something to do with it, right? ]

The Butcher: But let's see here. I'm just warming you all up so you can cheer loudly for my main man watching tonight's program at the hospital. Maelstrom, Vic, my friend, this one is for you. You are a true PWA Hall of Famer...

[ The Commissioner reaches for one of the clothes over a bust and yanks it off. The crowd cheers loudly as the face of JAKE KEETON. The Butcher looks at the bust in confusion. ]

The Butcher: The hell did they do to your face Maelstrom?

Franks: That's Jake Keeton! Jake Keeton is a 2010 PWA Hall of Famer!

Quadros: What the hell did he ever do?

Franks: I don't know, Ray. Maybe being a former PWA Light Heavyweight Champion? Or one half of the Tag Team Champion's with Ryan Shane in early PWA? Or it couldn't be his reign as PWA World Heavyweight Champion could it?

Quadros: I don't know, Carl. I prefer his stuff against Captain Howdy. You know when he was choking on his own blood and crying for his dying son?

The Butcher: They straightened out your broken nose, Maelstrom! And look at that, no receding hairline! Cauliflower ear? Not here, what the Hell? This isn't Maelstrom at all.

Franks: No shit!

[ The Commissioner investigates the bust a little further. ]

The Butcher: Well I'll be, this is Jake Keeton! Wait, Jake Keeton is a Hall of Famer? Who, what, where, when and how is Jake Keeton a Hall of Famer?

Quadros: That's what I said!

The Butcher: All right then, I'll let that one be. Looks like a giant paper weight to me but hey, what do I know? I was asleep on the job for a year.

[ Now he's pointing at the other covered bust with a smile. ]

The Butcher: Well I know this one has to be Maelstrom. How could we leave him out? I hope you're watching, buddy. All the pain was worth it cause here you are, a PWA Hall of Famer!

[ The crowd pops loudly at the perfectly carved bust of JIRAIYA KAITO! Now the Commissioner doesn't appear to happy as he stares at the face of Kaito, muttering obscenities underneath his breath. ]

Franks: Kaito! Kaito is a 2010 PWA Hall of Famer! What an ovation for the many time champion! Light Heavyweight, Premiere, and PWA World Heavyweight Champion!

Quadros: Ha ha ha, look at Butcher's face. Looks like Kaito will be part of Point of No Return 3 after all!

The Butcher: I can't believe we're going to taint out Hall of Fame with this ugly mogwai face! He doesn't look like that anymore, not after I was done with him! If this bust was any perfect representation he'd have my barbed wire wrapped around his neck!

{ BOOOO! ]

The Butcher: Cram it before I show Kaito's face how hard I kick! I'll do it! I swear I will! I don't carry this cane for nothing!

[ The crowd keeps booing, tempting the Commissioner to kick over the bust of Kaito. Suddenly "Jibun Kakumei" by Miyavi begins to play and the crowd absolutely blows up! Butcher stops short of kicking the bust and stares up at the ramp way in shock! Blue and red lights flash violently on the entrance ramp as Kaito steps out from the back! ]

Franks: It's Kaito! Kaito is here on Violation 102!

[ Kaito begins to stalk down towards the ring with his eyes transfixed on the Commissioner. The Butcher will have none of this tonight as he rolls out of the ring with his cane. Boos and calls of him being a coward are heard as he starts yelling at Kaito. The PWA Hall of Famer stops short in front of the bust of himself and stares at it with a glare. A slight smile comes over Kaito's face as he suddenly runs towards the ropes and swings through them in a “619” like fashion, knocking the Commissioner over and onto his ass! ]

Quadros: Hey!

[ The crowd cheers loudly as Commissioner Butcher gets back to his feet and starts hobbling up the ramp towards the back, cursing Kaito the whole time. Kaito rests his arm on top of his bust's head and glares the Commissioner away. ]

Franks: Oh man what a celebration it will be at Point of No Return 3! Terminus, Kaito, and Jake Keeton are PWA Hall of Famers!

ACQUISITION
Written by: Blake

Victor Cornelius Roberts sits at his desk, pouring over some paperwork, when suddenly the door bursts open and Duncan Malloy charges into the office, slamming his hands down on the desk.

Malloy: We’ve gotta make our move now, Victor.

VCR looks up from his paperwork and sets down his pen.

VCR: What are you ranting about now Duncan?

Malloy: Carmichael. He’s here and he’s got something that he’s gonna share with the world, Vic. If we’re gonna make our move, it has to be now.

VCR: And what, exactly, would you suggest we do Duncan? This is a live, televised event. It’s not like we can exactly make him disappear, you know? This has to be handled sensitively.

Malloy: Look, Vic. I’ve got contacts in Manila. If we can just get him out of the arena, it’ll be simple as one, two, three.

VCR: I get that, Duncan. But how the hell do you expect to get him out of the arena?

Malloy: Let me figure that out, Vic. You just get his attention, I’ll get him.

VCR: Stands up and leans forward, glaring at Malloy.

VCR: You’re suggesting that we kidnap him?

Malloy: Kidnap is such an ugly word. I prefer…Acquire.

VCR smiles and sits back down in his chair, leaning back and forming a steeple with his hands. He exhales deeply before nodding.

VCR: Alright. Make it quiet.

THE TIME FOR TALKING...
Written by: Okori

As Nighthawk walks outside the Araneta Coliseum in Manila he is greeted by his students the Reggae Boys who get a handshake and a hug. Clad in a black PWA Sekigun t-shirt, blue leather pants, and black work boots, the "Wrestling Machine" smiles as the Reggae Boys sit down next to him.

Nighthawk: "Before I get going, take a look to my left. These are the Reggae Boys. They are the future of tag team wrestling in the PWA. I am proud to have them as students.

There are two of us, you know. We are, at this moment, the 2 top Light Heavyweights in the World. And it's only fitting that we would face off against each other for your title. This will be your greatest challenge, Jack. I want you to be ready. Because when i'm done, you'll know that when we were both at our best, i was just a little bit better.

Goodnight Jack. may sleep give you the courage to go on."

A LITTLE RESPECT
Written by: Dan & Moo

[A few lights flash in the entrance way like camera flashbulbs as Scott Alexander appears to the tune of Jay Z's “Empire State of Mind." Scott bobs his head along with the music with an impressed grin on his face. He walks down the aisle slapping some hands as the crowd reacts with a mixed reaction to his introduction. Once in the ring, he goes from corner to corner with a one fist salute, ala his wrestling idol 'HotShot' Chris Michaels. Finally Scott grabs a microphone and looks out into the crowd with a grin on his face.]

Scott Alexander: It's been two weeks. Two weeks since I returned to step inside a PWA ring. And nobody has answered my challenge for Point of No Return. There is this old saying that its better to be smart than look stupid and I guess that is what the competitors of PWA are excercizing here. I mean, it has to be, right? Trust me, I'm appreciative of all the internet marks who acknowledge my return as one of the most shocking moments of Violation 100, that was my intent. But not even a murmur about it backstage...at least when I am in earshot anyway, nobody will say my name.

This isn't a Harry Potter movie...saying Scott Alexander won't be a curse on you. We sure as hell ain't in Oz, so all you wicked witches in the back should know that acknowledging any kind of lineage to Dade Davis won't make you melt. With that in mind, whats wrong? Whats the matter? How is that a rookie has everyone talking and at the same time, nobody talking at all? Should I take it as a sign that....

[The camera cuts to the entrance ramp where we see Lewis Murhpy making his way down to the ring with microphone in hand. His reception is lukewarm and Scott Alexander has a puzzled look on his face. He climbs into the ring and stands across from Alexander before speaking]

Lewis Murphy: Scott I understand your plight I really do. When I joined the PWA I expected bigger and better things. Instead I find myself wondering if I will even be on the show. No one mentions my name for the same reason no one mentions yours. It is simple Scott, we don't matter. In the PWA they say you have to earn your spot and that nothing is given to you. In the few chances I have had to make a name for myself I have failed but I refuse to give up. I am out here tonight to finally let people know that I am ready to step up my game and accept your challenge. Now I know you don't think I am worth your time but I assure you no one else is going to take you up on your offer. Like it or not we are stuck with each other and maybe together we can get people to take notice.

[Murphy starts towards the ropes but Alexander puts his hand on Lewis' shoulder, stopping the other relative newcomer.]

Alexander: Now Lewis my man...I take a little offense to you claiming that I don't matter. I, infact, do matter very much. Now if you don't think you do, then that is on your self confidence cuz. But as far as Point of No Return goes, my in-ring return goes...I was really hoping that one of these big clowns back there would come out raging like a badass and tryin' to get all brodie on me...ya know, good versus bad...the kinda stuff that sells tickets. But instead, the man who actually steps up and answers the call is you and I got nothin but mad respect for you for that. My mother, she always taught me respect and how it is the most important thing. So good versus bad sells tickets, yes sir. But at Point of No Return...I think maybe this one time that mutual respect can steal the damn show...you got yourself a match.

[Murphy nods as Alexander extends his hand and the two shake. Murphy exits the ring as Alexander stays and poses for the audience before too taking his exit.]

Franks: Well it looks like we have another match for Point of No Return 3. Scott Alexander will finally return in the ring to take on upstart Lewis Murphy. Could this be a breakout night for both of these competitors? We will soon find out.

A TIME TO HATE
Written by: Donnie

Zakk Bryce: Where’d Tony go?

Rochelle Robinson slides her iPhone into her pocket as she strides across the room of The Outfit dressing room.

Rochelle Robinson: He’s over at medical with Frankie, checking to see how he’s doing.

Zakk Bryce: How IS he doing?

Rochelle Robinson: Tony says he’s still unconscious. He’s beaten real good. Nothing life ending or anything of the sort, but they did do a number on him. Going to take several stitches in his head, two layers of stitches at that.

Zakk whistles and sighs.

Zakk Bryce: Damn. That bad, huh?

Rochelle nods her head.

Zakk Bryce: Any ideas who did it?

Rochelle shrugs her shoulders.

Rochelle Robinson: Who knows? Tony has so many enemies, it could be anyone on the roster. Everyone has the motive.

Zakk Bryce: What about Glen? Isn’t he the logical choice?

Rochelle laughs.

Rochelle Robinson: Nah, not Glen. I don’t think he’s capable of this. Anyway, he’s not here tonight. You know that as well as I do. After the number we did on him last week, he’s on the shelf.

Zakk Bryce: Yeah…

Suddenly the lights go out and the scene fades.

CHAMPION COMMITTEE CHAIR SAYS...
Written by: Neil & Jake

[ Former multi-time PWA Champion and current Championship Committee Chairman Jake Keeton is sitting back on a black leather sofa with a wide screen television of Violation 102 playing in front of him. Dressed in his classic SHIT t-shirt and faded blue jeans, Keeton rests his arm across the top of the sofa while taking in the event and taking notes on who will get the next shot at what. ]

[ There's a knock at his door but he never takes his eyes off the action. Instead, he waves on whoever it is to enter. Surely it must be a wrestler looking for a title shot at Point of No Return 3. ]

Keeton: Come on in.

[ The door swings open and in walks the beat up form of Commissioner Butcher, cane and all. Keeton turns his focus away from the television for a moment to see who it is, thinking he can blow whoever it is off so he can return to his duties. Instead, he finds the Commissioner there and it starts to become evident that there is some friction between the two. ]

The Butcher: Nice night for a show eh, Jake? I hope you've been watching real close.

[ The Champion Committee Chairman gets a little less comfortable on the couch but remains seated while staring a hole through the Commissioner. ]

Keeton: Yeah, I heard what you had to say out there. Jake Keeton: PWA Hall of Famer. What took you so damn long to figure that one out?

The Butcher: Heh, honestly, wasn't my doing. You'll have to thank my wife for that recommendation.

Keeton: That's funny, Butcher. Seems I'm always thanking your wife when it comes to getting what I deserve in this company. After all, she was the one that wrote me that check finally for back dues after the bullshit rehab stint you put me through in '08. You know, the money I was due that you wouldn't give me.

The Butcher: Still bitter about that I see.

Keeton: I missed Christmas with my son because of you.

[ Now they're both glaring holes through each other. ]

The Butcher: I didn't come here to fight, Jake. I didn't even come here to congratulate you or apologize for anything. This is a business meeting about a certain title situation we need to resolve. Even though I consider your position illegitimate, I'll play along.

Keeton: Seems like your the one with illegitimate position here, Commish. You need to come to me before you can even write down a title shot on paper.

The Butcher: Regardless, we need to do something with this Primetime Title at Point of No Return...

[ Keeton cuts him off. ]

Keeton: Milo Crews, decent rookie. I was better in my first year but that's a mute point now. That kid should be defending tonight but instead you gave him the week off because...

[ Butcher cuts him off in return. ]

The Butcher: Because his mother died.

Keeton: Sorry for his loss but he has a job to do when he holds that belt. He's expected to defend. I did when my son was in the hospital on life support. So yeah, he's not getting a whole lot of slack from me.

The Butcher: How about Milo Crews vs. Josh Cantrell at Point of No Return for the Primetime Title? I mean, your brother...

Keeton: He doesn't deserve it plus we're short a referee again thanks to him.

The Butcher: Right but he nearly beat Washington for that strap a few weeks back...

Keeton: But didn't.

The Butcher: And Washington is being a bitch on strike. Cantrell is next in line and the fans want it.

Keeton: I'm glad you're all high and mighty on my punk kid brother but did you see him out there against Gaither? Do you have any idea how many times I beat Gaither within an inch of his life? To this very day he's still handicapped from me kicking his ass all over the ring. Besides Josh's actions after the match shouldn't be rewarded they should be punished. He doesn't want any favors from me so why should I give him that shot?

The Butcher: Because it is good business and the fans want it.

Keeton: He probably isn't even going to want it.

The Butcher: So give it to him anyway. I'm not interested in your family issues, Jake. Give him the shot whether he wants it or not. What is the worst he's going to do, look bad in the ring to show you up?

Keeton: He'll probably kill Crews to show me up. I like it but I'm going to up the anti since it's my call. I want a triple threat for the Primetime Title. I want Sandman in this too, Josh was riding his high horse after that destruction of Sandman at Violation 100 and since he doesn't want my help or protection I want to see if he can o it again without the weapons. Besides, Jason deserves it for shedding so much of your blood last week.

[ Commissioner Butcher snarls that Jason Sandman is going to get anything at Point of No Return. ]

The Butcher: Screw Sandman! He doesn't deserve squat!

Keeton: It isn't your call to make, Commissioner. It's all mine. And I'm making it. Sandman vs. Cantrell vs. Crews at Point of No Return 3 for that Primetime Title. And as for deserving? You don't deserve any more of my time so why don't you hobble out the door before I put you through it.

[ Commissioner Butcher sneers in the direction of Jake Keeton, who just stares back and looking like he'll be good on that threat. The Commissioner backs down and leaves the room before he makes anymore enemies tonight. ]

ANOTHER PIECE OF THE PIE
Written by: Neil

Wren Chesney: I assure you, old man, my money is good. As for Sawada, I cannot speak for him but he has been known to back out of deals before.

[ Board of Directors member Wren Chesney leans back in a leather executive chair backstage somewhere with an operating speaker phone dialed in to fellow Board member Gil Silver. Her business suit is looking to be in better shape this week whereas last week she looked like she just had a two timing quickie with Tony Field. ]

Gil Silver: I told ya lady, I ain't goin' back to no Asia even if it's ta pick up a load of money. I ain't needin' no World War flashbacks, ya hear?

Wren Chesney: Get with the times, Silver. We can do this over the phone and the computer. Tell your damn floozy secretary to get out from under the desk and quit trying to get your equipment working that hasn't been any good in years. She can do this for you if you're too daft to understand.

Gil Silver: Don't insult me ya witch!

Wren Chesney: Like I said, the cash will be in your account by the end of the night if you sign off on it. I need those shares, Gil. It is the only way PWA is going to be sold to this stupid Asian investor.

Gil Silver: You better not screw me, lady!

Wren Chesney: Think of it this way, Silver. You're an old man. Death isn't too far off for you...

[ Silver is irate on the other end and begins shooting his mouth off over the speaker phone. ]

Gil Silver: One more insult and I swear I'll hang up!

Wren Chesney: What I was saying was, this money will do you some good. Enjoy life while you still...err, the money will be in your hands and another piece of PWA will be in mine to get this deal done. Sawada may back out. And if that happens, well, I'm the one who gets screwed over, not you. You know this is good business, Gil. What do you say?

Gil Silver: It better be in my account by the end of the night, Wren. Ain't no screwing around here. You take my shares and no pay, I'll wrap a noose 'round yer neck and drag ya 'round Texas with my prized gelding. Won't be 'nough left of ya for the buzzards to pick at, ya hear?

[ Unfazed by his threat, Mrs. Chesney pushes herself up in the chair and leans forwards over the desk with a mischievous smile. ]

Wren Chesney: What is your account number?

NON-TITLE
Slade © vs. Josh Graham ©
Written by: Neil & Drew

The lights go out, and for a few seconds, no noise can be heard. Suddenly, the silence is shattered by the opening riffs of AC/DC's "Big Gun". Once the drum kicks in, strobe lights go off all over the building, and teal colored pyrotechnics explode near the entry. The lights come up, and there, emerging from behind the curtain, wearing his standard blue jeans, black leather vest, boots, black MMA fighting gloves, black bandanna and sunglasses, Slade appears ready for a hard day of work more than a wrestling match. His lips curl into a small smirk as he scans the crowd before making his way to ringside. He wipes his feet on the side of the ring apron before stepping over the top rope and warming up like a boxer, throwing jabs and moving around the ring. He slips off his sunglasses, bandanna and vest, tossing them aside.

Franks: Premiere Champion Slade looks poised to continue his winning ways lately against Tag Team Champion Josh Graham. This should be a good one!

Quadros: This is going to be a massacre if Tom K. Winnick doesn't come out here to help this motivational speaker wrestle!

Franks: Graham can handle his own, Ray. We've all ready seen what he can do in the ring. He's one of the fastest crowned champions in PWA history.

Stan Bush's "The Touch" echoes through the arena. As the music picks up, shots of cheering audiences appear on the screen. The music continues to play as the fans wait in anticipation for Josh Graham to arrive. However he doesn't appear to be coming out.

Franks: Where is Graham?

Slade continues to pace back in forth in the ring, staring up at the ramp way and telling Josh Graham to get his ass down here. The new comer is still no where to be found.

Quadros: He chickened out, Carl. Sounds like he knows what is good for him after all.

Franks: Wait! I'm getting word that Josh Graham has been attacked backstage!

The scene cuts backstage where Josh Graham is seem on the floor holding his head in pain. He's barely conscious as a pipe in a hand is shown over Graham's head. The camera begins to slowly pan up the arm and then backwards until we see the full view of who the assailant is.

Franks: NightTrain?!

Quadros: I told you you couldn't trust him!

There's a mixed reaction from the crowd as NightTrain stands over Josh Graham with a look of concern over his face, almost like he didn't want to do what he's done. But there's no confusing Slade's reaction, he's pissed! NightTrain is getting involved in his business!

NightTrain: I'm sorry, Josh. Nothing personal but this is Murderers' Row business.

NightTrain drops the pipe to the concrete floor as it echoes the hallway. NightTrain disappears from the scene, leaving Josh Graham still down on the floor holding his head.

Franks: NightTrain should be suspended for ruining this match, Ray!

Quadros: He did Graham a favor. He's just going to have a headache from a pipe shot rather than a hurting body from a Slade match.

Now the crowd starts to roar as the sour faced NightTrain steps out from the back and onto the rampway without any music. He holds a microphone in his hand and points towards Slade, who is daring his fellow Murderers' Row stablemate to explain himself. NightTrain begins to make his way down to the ring while addressing Slade's concerns.

NightTrain: What I did back there isn't what I normally do but this is a HIGHLY unusual situation we find ourselves in, Slade. You beat me fair and square at Vow and now you think I laid down to put you over? Seems no matter what the outcome is lately, you always find some reason not to believe what happened, or blame someone else for your problems. Well I won't have it anymore!

Uh oh, now Slade rolls out of the ring and asks for a microphone from Freddy Ferdinand. The fat ring announcer is all to eager to hand off the talking stick. Slade grabs his Premiere Championship and starts to walk around the ring, appearing to want to meet NightTrain face-to-face at ringside!

NightTrain: Just you hold it right there, Slade! I'm not looking to fight you tonight! I don't want you to fight either! That's why I did what I did to Josh Graham back there. Maybe it was classless. Maybe it wasn't ME! Maybe I will regret it later! But I will NOT regret what will happen at Point of No Return between you and me!

Slade and NightTrain are standing toe-to-toe now at ringside and just may come to blows early despite what NightTrain wishes.

NightTrain: I want you, Slade...I want you to be 100% for our match! I want you to be in top condition! This match is too important to me now to even risk...RISK Josh Graham of injuring you!

Oh! Slade doesn't appear to like that comment at all. As if Josh Graham could injure him!

NightTrain: I need you fresh, man. I need you ready to go for when you put that Premiere Title on the line against me! I don't want there to be ANY mistake....ANY excuse no matter the outcome this time for you! I want your best because you WILL get MY BEST!!

Franks: Oh geez the gauntlet has been laid down by NightTrain! Look at these two Murderers' Row members just staring at each other as if they will come to blows at any moment!

Quadros: Knock his lights out, Slade! He ruined your night, ruin his!

Slade and NightTrain continue to stare each other down as the tension rises. Slade slowly brings the microphone up to his mouth to respond to NightTrain at last.

Slade: You want me at my best? You're going to get it, Raye. You better be ready at Point of No Return or I'll do more than just beat you from pillar to post. I will END YOU!

The crowd starts to cheer as Slade brushes past NightTrain in a disrespectful manner and heading towards the back. NightTrain remains standing there, gritting his teeth that Slade would just push himself past his long time friend.

Franks: Oh man these guys are going to do a number on each other at Point of No Return, Ray! It will be a 30-minute Iron Man Match for the Premiere Title and I swear there's going to be more on the line this time!

Quadros: NightTrain should have just put his ego aside for this one, Carl. Not only is Slade going to beat him again, but now he might have to watch out for Believas in Margaritas looking for revenge. He just made himself a whole boat load of trouble!

SOMEONE OF OUR CALIBRE
Written by: Nathan & Moo

"Voices" by Disturbed hits the speaker system, as the crowd in Quezon City, Philippines are showing "The Featured Attraction" their appreciation, or lack thereof. The curtain brushes aside and JJ Biggs steps out onto the stage, a half-smile on his face.

Franks: Oh, great, here comes JJ Biggs! I just can't wait to hear what he has to say, Ray!

Quadros: Oh, sarcasm! You should be happy he's coming out her, Carl! He's bringing class to this program, something you don't know anything about!

He stands there a second, looking amongst the booing fans before slowly walking towards the ring. He climbs up the stairs, enters through the middle-rope, and walks towards the ropes; posing for the fans, which only causes their boos to grow louder. He smirks before walking over and grabbing a microphone from a ring official. He pauses as his music fades out and the crowd quiets enough, allowing him to speak.

Quadros: Quiet, Carl!

Franks: I'm not even say---

Quadros: Shhhh!

JJ Biggs: You know, first and foremost, I am tired of wrestling in these foreign countries. Week after week, I come out here and I bust my ass, but for what? You people do not know what we're saying, or what we're doing; it just gives you all a break from your miserable existence in this piece of shit country! I mean, come on, this is embarrassing! We have a translator because you people are too stupid to understand English!

Quadros: Here, here!

Franks: This man has absolutely no respect for anyone or anything!

"The Featured Attraction" looks up at the big screen, watching the translator do her thing. Meanwhile, the more she translates, the louder the boos grow, until eventually they are deafening. He shrugs them off, and proceeds to speak over them.

JJ Biggs: But, I am not out here to insult this country, because quite honestly, I could make a day out of it. No, no, no, in fact, I am out here because for the past couple of weeks, people have been demanding answers. Ever since Violation 100, people have been asking: "What's going on with you and Ryan Shane?"

He pauses, while looking amongst the crowd. They boo at the mention of Ryan Shane, which causes JJ to shrug and continue.

JJ Biggs: First off, I don't owe anyone nothing. I'm out here because I want to be, not because I have to be. I could leave everyone in the dark and it wouldn't make a difference to me. But hey, I'm a nice guy... The deal with Shane and I is that we both want to relieve Va'aiga of his duties as the PWA World Heavyweight Champion.

"Booooooo!"

JJ Biggs: Ryan Shane and I have the same vision; we both see greatness in the future for the PWA as long as someone of our caliber is holding onto the PWA Championship. Right now, I'm in a position to take it from Va'aiga, so Shane is here to assist me. And, if the sides were flipped, I'd be right by Shane's side helping him try to take the championship from Va'aiga.

Franks: Yeah, I bet! If Biggs wasn't in a position to become champion, he probably wouldn't want anything to do with Ryan Shane!

Quadros: Ah, shut up, Carl! You don't know anything! Think about it: Ryan Shane and JJ Biggs! Together, they can be dominate!

JJ Biggs: It wasn't always in my mind, but after speaking to a mutual friend a couple of weeks ago, I saw the light. It went awry at Violation 100, but in the future, I will become the PWA World Heavyweight Champion. And if I know Murderers' Row, and I do, as soon as it looks like I'm on the verge to becoming champion, they're going to make their way to the ring and prevent me from doing so. Or, worse off, Trinity and Va'aiga will team up against me.. And, my answer? Ryan F'n Shane.

[“Victim” by Eighteen Visions begins to play throughout the area. The entrance ramp is dimly lit as the figure of Ryan Shane makes his way out. Pyro goes off as Shane makes his way to the ring as the fans erupt in a chorus of boos. When he gets to the ring he hops onto the apron and enters the ring. He reaches his hands out for the microphone and Biggs gives it to him. He waits for the boos to die down enough to begin talking]

Ryan Shane: You can keep booing me all you want, it lets me know I am doing my job! JJ is right we don't owe anyone an explanation. I know you all thought Ryan Shane was gone for good but that will NEVER happen, not as long as PWA has it's doors open. Now JJ and I have had some trouble in the past but we have united for the greater good. We are both sick of Murderers Row acting like they run the place and especially that fat ass Va'aiga cheating his way to victory.

Quadros: He has a point. Va'aiga did use a chair to pull out his latest victory over JJ Biggs.

Franks: A chair Ryan Shane brought into the ring!

Ryan Shane: I am here to level the playing field a bit. It doesn't surprise me how moronic you fans are when you cheer a group of overrated thugs who always have the numbers advantage. They haven't played fair for a long time and that is all about to come to an end. The belt will be around the waist of a man who will bring glory back to it and free it from the pit of despair its been resting. All the teams and groups that have come before as just don't stack up to what we bring to the table. Murderers Row your time is coming to a close and the countdown starts RIGHT NOW!

"Voices" hits, as the crowd continues their booing. Ryan drops his mic, and looks amongst the fans with a smile. Biggs is wearing a shit-eating grin as well, as he raises his arms above his head. The crowd suddenly stops, and their boos transition into cheers! The PWA World Heavyweight Champion Va'aiga is on the big screen! He's standing in the crowd, and Biggs and Shane are frantically searching until they find him standing in the crowd!

Franks: The PWA World Heavyweight Champion! He is standing amongst his fans!

Quadros: Of course! He would have to come out here and steal the light away from Biggs and Shane!

Va'aiga shouts "BOO-YAH!," which causes every fan in attendance to shout it back. Va'aiga has a smile on his face as he points towards the ring, eying "The Featured Attraction." Biggs shakes his head, and Shane starts shouting inaudible remarks towards Va'aiga. A moment or so later, Va'aiga changes the direction of his finger towards the crowd on the other side of the arena.. Biggs, Shane, and the fans all turn their attention... Trinity!

Franks: Trinity!

Quadros: Really? I didn't know who that was!

The crowd continues cheering, as Trinity is also standing in a cluster of fans. She smiles and points back towards Va'aiga, acknowledging him. Then, both Va'aiga and Trinity turn their gazes towards the ring, staring a hole through Biggs and Shane as the scene fades to a commercial!

TIME TO RETIRE
Written by: Neil

[ Clamoring and wonderment fill a back room as international reporters, paparazzi, and cameramen alike discuss what could, will, and should be a MAJOR announcement. There's Theresa Ford and Miranda Buck. ABC, CBS, NBC, BBC, Galavision, hell, even ESPN is picking this one up! There is a table with a black PWA banner hung over the side with a number of microphones sitting on top. In the background there is a dark PWA logo wall with a number of sponsors nearby. The set-up is simple and a run of the mill post-game interview backdrop but this one is important. Super important! So much so that you are reading this now, that's how important it is...

Wait! The media in the room rise to their feet and begin clapping with respect! Who is coming? What is going on? Wait, here he comes! There! There he is! OMG it's Jose' Jose'! Dressed in his purple Minnesota Vikings Brett Favre #4 jersey and Green Bay Packers Brett Favre 'cheese wedge' hat, the Mexican jobber solemnly gives a polite nod before stepping behind the table, and taking a seat. He's all ready looking tearful as the flash photography goes off and the clapping continues. ]

Jose' Jose': Thank you...thank you. I've been battling with a very hard decision over the past six months and it is time I've made my decision. With pain and tears in my eyes, I regrettably must inform all my loyal fans and the PWA that I have decided to retire.

[ Shock and horror fill the room as some people gasp while others take pictures. My god the Mexican reporter passed out as the news of Jose' Jose' retirement is just too much! ]

( the follow English translation is brought to you by Blake's Diner. Where the fun and food never ends. Blake's! )

Jose' Jose': I do not make this decision lightly my friends. I have talked it over with my wife for a long time. She made the decision easy last night as she was giving me a hand job. How could I leave her again and for what? To get my brain beat in? To have my body broken? To leave the ring on a stretcher, paralyzed?

I am sorry my friends, I must return back to my home in Green Bay and live out the rest of my days avoiding ICE raids and bigoted Arizonians! It has been fun, thank you for the memories. I shall never have a winning record as I had hoped to accomplish before my career ended. It is too late for me now. My future resides at home by my wife's side and in her hands.

Please, please, do not try to change my mind. This is painful enough as it is. I am sure somehow, some way the wrestling industry will continue on without me. I know I nearly invented the sport and have been the greatest of all time in my profession but you cannot lure me back with more money. All I ask in return is my image carved in the hillside of Mt. Rushmore and the next 96 hours of television devoted to me and whether PWA will ever be a playoff promotion again.

It clearly won't be.

Yes, the PWA needs me in order to survive and will not be in good hands with a second string jobber like Stu Pyd calling the plays. You need me but I am done. I have no regrets. I shall never wrestle again. I will never be seen again in the public eye. I will disappear only to reappear when I am inducted into the PWA and pro wrestling Halls of Fame!

Let me stress again: I have retired.

I am done.

Finished.

Never will do this again!

Thank you all and feel blessed to have witness my greatness one last time. May Brett Favre win another Super Bowl and retire with as much dignity and class as me! Thank you and goodnight!

[ Jose' Jose' begins bawling his eyes out, knocking the microphone down as he does so. While he sobs on the table, the media circus rises to their feet once more time and begin to clap respectfully for him one more time. Here comes the battered and bruises Commissioner Butcher, helping to pry Jose' Jose' off the table. The illegal Mexican jobber sobs terribly on his shoulder as 'BREAKING NEWS: Jose' Jose' calls it a career' flashes along the bottom of the screen. ]

Franks: Unbelievable, Ray. We took time out of this television show for a Jose' Jose' retirement speech? We have better things to do!

Quadros: I'm going to cry, Carl. PWA will never be the same. Pro wrestling for that matter just cannot continue on any further! I don't even know if life can! I'm sorry, Carl...I'm sorry...

[ Ray Quadros is heard sobbing like a child who just saw his favorite toy run over in the middle of the street. Carl Franks is beside himself at just how stupid this was. ]

THROWING MONEY AROUND
Written by: Blake

“Money” by Pink Floyd begins to play as green spotlights circle around the arena. After a moment, Adrian Carmichael steps out onto the entrance ramp, wearing a black Kenneth Cole suit, with a black striped shirt underneath and a blue tie with the briefcase attached to his wrist. He walks methodically down to the ring and climbs carefully up the ring steps and steps in between the ropes and into the ring. He walks over to ring announcer Freddy Ferdinand and grabs the microphone from him.

Carmichael: Ladies and gentlemen. When I arrived here in the Premiere Wrestling Alliance, I promised you one thing. That I was going to unearth the greed and corruption deep within the PWA. But, along the way, one Victor Cornelius Roberts sidetracked me a bit.

The crowd boos at the mention of VCR as Carmichael continues.

Carmichael: As time has gone on, VCR continued to distract me from my ultimate goal and I couldn’t quite figure out why. That is until I received the contents of this briefcase.

Carmichael held up the briefcase for all to see.

Carmichael: In this briefcase is confirmation that Victor Cornelius Roberts has paid multiple wrestlers within the PWA to take a dive in their matches in order to further what he deemed to be the best interests of the company.

The crowd stirred in shock as Carmichael pulled a file out of the briefcase.

Carmichael: First, Tony Field. Paid a sum of $75,000 to throw his match against one Ashton Crowley in the first round of the number one contender’s tournament.

The murmuring grew louder as Carmichael continued.

Carmichael: Next, Jack Gaither. Paid a sum of $50,000 to throw his match against one Carson Rogers at Violation 85…A match that was never thrown and a check that was subsequently voided. One which we have proof was written by one Victor Cornelius Roberts.

Carmichael holds up a check before sliding it back into the briefcase.

Carmichael: After that, there was…

Suddenly, the big screen lights up with an image of VCR, standing in Carmichael’s locker room holding a can of gasoline, smiling devilishly.

VCR: So, Adrian, it would appear that you’ve got me at a disadvantage. You have all of my secrets and I have nothing to barter with. So, I figured I’d do the next best thing. You’ve forced my hand, Adrian. I really wish I didn’t have to do this, but you’ve left me no choice.

The video zooms out to find Leah Adams tied to a chair in the locker room. Carmichael’s face widens in shock at the image.

VCR: That’s right Adrian. I know that Ms. Adams here is your source. I know that she’s been giving you all of the information that you have in that briefcase of yours, so I figured I would just cut this off at the source.

The screen cut to static as Carmichael quickly slid underneath the bottom rope of the ring and sprinted to the back. He weaved through the back hallways to his locker room and burst through the door to find it completely empty. He stared at the scene in disbelief before the lights in the room went out. There were sounds of a scuffle briefly and, when the lights came back on the room was empty save for Carmichael’s briefcase lying open in the middle of the room, its contents scattered.

SHARPENING UP THE BLADE
Written by: Okori

As Nighthawk crocuhes outside the arena, gazing down into his taped hands which have just a few minutes ago been put into use to stretch JJ Biggs into ways that natural laws appear to have had some problem with, he looks up and sees his students the Reggae Boys walking towards him with smiles on their faces. Giving his proteges a big hug the "Wrestling Machine" gives them a nod and the smiles suddenly cease, the young rookies climbing up onto nearby ledges. Clad in a black and orange PWA Sekigun t-shirt, electric-blue leather pants, and black work boots, Nighthawk grits his teeth and suddenly whips all of the tape off.

Nighthawk: "Jack let me make something clear to you. In just 1 short week, seven days to be exact, you and I will square off against each other with that prized and precious PWA World Light Heavyweight Title over your shoiulder on the line. And you don't seem to take it seriosuly. You've talked about how proud you are that you can face me, and thrown platitude after platitude my way about being able to make my opponents work hard.

But let me let you ask your question: Are you ready? Because when you step in that rign with me, Jack, I won't be concerned about just beating you. I won't want to take you to a draw again. I will carve you up. I will clip every feather, chop off every wing, until you are a bloodied and crippled mess for the Sierra Club to deal with. You want to know why, Jack? Because you have a title. And I want it. I wake up in cold sweats dreaming of being a champion again, of knowing that I'm the best. That's what drives me Jack. Not the money, not the awards, not the fame. It's knowing that right now, right this second, there is someone in a dojo somewhere chasing me, trying to outdo what i've already done. I thrive on the knowledge that I am the best. And without it, without being sure of it, I don't have much of a career.

Jack i would advise you to be ready for the fight of your life. And Because I will not stop and I will not rest until i take that championship from you. It's all I care about.

Goodnight Jack. May sleep give you the courage to go on.

REGULAR RULES
Nighthawk vs JJ Biggs
Written by: Neil

"Voices" by Disturbed hits the speaker system, which is met with a chorus of boos from the crowd. The curtain brushes aside and "The Featured Attraction" walks onto the stage, standing there for a moment looking amongst the crowd with a cocky smile plastered on his face. Moments later, he extends his arms out to the side and massive pyrotechnics go off around him. He proceeds down the ramp, reaching the ring and climbing onto the apron. He enters the ring through the middle rope and proceeds towards the side of the ring and extends his arms out once again, which is met with even more boos. Biggs smirks as he takes off his shirt and acts as if he's going to throw it into the crowd, but instead he tosses it into the corner.

As his opponent stands in a neutral corner the lights in the arena slowly click off, one by one, as the sold-out crowd rises to its feet in anticipation of what is to come. And as the opening strains of "Holding Out For A Hero (Everybody Loves A Hero Intro)" by Emery boom out over the sound system Nighthawk walks out through the curtain and stands at the top of the ramp, hands on his hips as he looks all around at the sold-out crowd. Walking down the ring, shaking hands with the fans in the first 2 rows of the building and making a special effort to shake the hands and give out hugs to the kids in the front row as behind him blue-and-white Roman columns of fireworks go off, the "Wrestling Machine" finally gets to the ring and stands on the top turnbuckle with one finger above his head as the crowd chants "Best in the World."

Referee Andy Sheppard calls for the bell...DING! Nighthawk and Biggs circle around the ring and then lock-up...wait, no! Nighthawk ducks under the grapple and shoots in with a muay thai kick to the left knee of Biggs! Another! Another! Follow up standing dropkick to the chest sends JJ Biggs backwards into a corner!

The Philippines are all ready behind the 'Wrestling Machine' early in this one! “Nighthawk! Nighthawk! Nighthawk!” He swings at Biggs with a knife edge chop! WHOOO! Another! WHOOO! Another! WHOOO! Biggs tries to cover up to deflect the shot. He takes a follow up kick to the right kidney. Now the left! Another chop from the Light Heavyweight #1 Contender! WHOOO! Nighthawk grabs Biggs by the arm and whips him off the ropes. No! Reversed hard by JJ Biggs. Nighthawk springs off the cables right into the waiting arms of JJ Biggs. Thundering sidewalk slam!

Franks: Oh!

Quadros: That will take the wind out of her sails!

Biggs starts to stomp on Nighthawk and earns a boo with each stomp. Biggs pays no attention to what the people want as he pulls Nighthawk up by the hair. Body slam! JJ Biggs then simply steps on the throat of Nighthawk with one foot! Now two! Referee Sheppard ushers JJ Biggs off and he has no issue with that while Nighthawk rolls around on the mat holding his neck.

Franks: That was nearly 300 pounds on Nighthawk's neck!

Quadros: Use that weight advantage, JJ! Show him why you are the better man.

JJ Biggs lays in another stomp for good measure before telling Nighthawk to get to his feet. He grabs the arm of Nighthawk and whips him shoulder first into the turnbuckles! Nighthawk crumples in the corner holding his arm in pain. Here comes JJ Biggs with a full head of steam and...NO! Nighthawk leap frogs JJ Biggs! Biggs lands hard into the turnbuckles with his chest, jarring backwards from the collision into a Nighthawk BBC Special school boy for the win! 1!...2!...THREE...KICK OUT!!

Franks: That would have been a hell of an upset over a World Title contender!

Both get back to their feet at nearly the same time but Nighthawk is slightly faster. He throws a knife edge chop again! WHOOO! Another! WHOOO! Another! WHOOOO! Nighthawk backs JJ Biggs up against the ropes for a whip. Biggs reverses just like before. Off the cables comes Nighthawk with a handspring back elbow to knock Biggs down! “Nighthawk! Nighthawk! Nighthawk!” The Wrestling Machine covers! 1!...2!...THRE...KICK OUT!!

Both back to their feet and again Nighthawk lands some kicks to the knees weak knees of JJ Biggs. Follow up European uppercut...NO! Ducked by Biggs and he swoops into a back drop! Biggs with a stomp, stomp, stomp! He pulls up Nighthawk...vertical suplex and cover! 1!...2!...THRE...KICK OUT!

Half nelson applied by JJ Biggs on Nighthawk. Referee Sheppard is quick to ask Nighthawk if he wants to quit. That's a NO! Biggs shoves his face first into the mat disrespectfully. JJ Biggs grabs Nighthawk by the back of the tights and yanks him up into a German suplex! Again he covers. 1!...2!...THR...KICK OUT!

Franks: Nighthawk continues to stay in this one despite JJ Biggs size advantage and power game!

Quadros: Biggs is awesome! clap clap clap! Biggs is awesome! Clap clap clap!

Franks: You're so biased Ray it isn't even funny.

JJ Biggs stands over Nighthawk and grabs the rising star by the head. Biggs looks out towards the crowd with evil intentions only to have Nighthawk push himself away. Nighthawk with a kick to the midsection! Right kick, left, right! Rolling wrist snap by Nighthawk on the big man! He runs towards the ropes, bounces off and connects with a cannonball senton! Now he hooks the leg! 1!...2!...THR...KICK OUT!! “Nighthawk! Nighthawk! Nighthawk!”

Nighthawk pops to his feet and runs towards the cables one more time. Here comes JJ Biggs rising to his feet. Nighthawk bounces off and heads towards Biggs, landing on his shoulder for a rana! NO! JJ Biggs stands firm and grabs the back of Nighthawk's tights to stop the momentum! BAM! Biggs rocks the ring with a countering powerbomb that flattens Nighthawk like a pancake!

Franks: Oh!

Quadros: Oh yeah! That's what I'm talking about!

No cover by JJ Biggs as he gets to his feet. Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Abdominal stretch applied by Biggs. He wants to punish Nighthawk now! Biggs pulls back on his body and digs a knee into his lower back. Nighthawk yells out in pain as Biggs draws back on the arms and uses his knee to add to the stretch. Again, Sheppard asks Nighthawk if he gives up. Nighthawk is in pain but the reply is NO!

JJ Biggs makes him pay again as he slips the abdominal stretch into a full nelson. He rocks back into a full nelson suplex! Now he covers! 1!...2!...2.999847654!! Clutch KICK OUT by Nighthawk! JJ Biggs gives Referee Sheppard a mean look. He pulls Nighthawk up by the hair and launches him into the corner. Another full head of steam attempt by Biggs and....NO! Again Nighthawk moves just in time!

Franks: JJ Biggs went hard into that corner with his arm!

Quadros: Nighthawk is a lucky man or he would be a pancake right now.

Nighthawk looks to take advantage by kicking Biggs in the midsection straight out of the corner to double him over. Nighthawk grabs the arm and twists it around the back. He has a wrist lock applied and Biggs is trying to break out of it. He throws a wild back elbow. Ducked by Nighthawk. Kick the arm of Biggs! Kick to the midsection! Kick to the knee and JJ Biggs falls to one knee! Again Nighthawk sneaks around the back with JJ Biggs' arm, applying a stretch plum!

Franks: Nighthawk is taking full advantage of JJ Biggs' miscue with the corner!

“Nighthawk! Nighthawk! Nighthawk!” JJ Biggs is trying to silence his haters as he attempts to get to his feet! Nighthawk will have none of that as he releases the stretch plum and latches onto Biggs head and neck with a dragon sleeper!

Quadros: Come on, Biggs! Use the legs!

Nighthawk is trying to put him to sleep but one of the biggest men on the roster will not give in! JJ Biggs sinks his grasp around Nighthawk's waist trying to power himself out of a Dragon sleeper and into a piledriver position! He's powering! Powering! He lifts Nighthawk up and the LH #1 Contender loses his hold and finds himself upside down!

Quadros: Yes!

JJ Biggs looks for the sit-out piledriver but NO! Nighthawk surprises all as he wraps the legs around JJ Biggs' neck and pulls off a hurricane rana that he wanted earlier! JJ Biggs is sent flailing across the ring! He pops back up with his world spinning! Being aggressive he reaches for the rising Nighthawk! Kick to the midsection by the Wrestling Machine! Cravate applied...face plant! There's the Deliverance!!

Franks: Deliverance by Nighthawk!

Quadros: No!

And there it is! Nighthawk latches on the HANGMAN'S CLUTCH on the arm he was targeting! The Philippines roars with approval while JJ Biggs is yelling in pain! Referee Sheppard asks if he gives up! He's trying to break free...trying...trying! Nighthawk yanks back for more pressure...TAP OUT! JJ Biggs taps out in order to live and fight another day!

Ferdinand: The winner of this match...NIGHTHAAAAWK!

Franks: What a victory by Nighthawk before Point of No Return! Jack Gaither is next!

Quadros: It's okay, JJ! You're still ranked higher and will have a better match at Point of No Return!

NERVOUS
Written by: Craig

In one of the locker rooms that reside inside the Araneta Coliseum sits Freya Kane along with a very sick looking Dexter Davis. He looks like he's on the verge of throwing up from the nerves that are coming from his first match in PWA this evening. Freya pats his back and offers a smile to her boyfriend and future husband. Dex turns his attention to the beauty that tries to comfort him during his time of need.

Freya Kane: We'll be fine tonight, Dexy. I mean it's only a match. If we win, we win. If we lose, we lose. Nothing more to it then that...

Dex nods his head in understanding but he looks to say something anyways to make Freya know why he's feeling the way he does.

Dexter Davis: I know it's not about winning and losing. I just want to make Evan proud of me when I step into that ring tonight. I mean the man is part of the Hall of Fame here now basically and I don't want to let him or you or anyone else down that believes in me because I was trained by the former Terminus. You felt pressure because you were trained by your brothers. I feel pressure because of my trainer too. They were tag champions for a while here and I feel as if it's our duty to win those to make them feel proud of us.

Freya Kane: I know they're already proud of us, honey. We're doing something that we love to do, that we were trained to do. They'll always be proud of us and who we are in the middle of that ring. I might've had my differences with Evan and my brother here when they attacked me last year but that's in the past. They did what they felt was right at the time.

Freya hugs her man and gives him a kiss on the cheek, trying to make Dexter feel a bit better about himself. He stands, looking down at Freya.

Dexter Davis: Maybe I just wouldn't feel so nervous if this was taking place back in the US. We're in another country right now and we need to impress them. We need to show PWA what we're capable of against Sandman and Howdy...

Freya Kane: And I'm sure we'll do that. Evan knows those two men about as well as anyone else I believe. He didn't sell them out to me when I asked but he did give a few hints as to what we can do to combat their experience and weight advantage over us. Just trust me when I say we will make a great first impression and people will know all about us before tonight is over in win or defeat.

She stands up now, grabbing his hands and looking into his eyes.

Freya Kane: Listen if I didn't want to be here, teaming with you, I wouldn't. But I want to do this. I want us to do everything we love together. I don't care if some people hate our in ring, out of ring relationship. We can do this, Dexter Davis.

Dexter Davis: Yeah... I know...

He gives her a kiss on the lips as a thank you for her little pep talk. The two exit the locker room, fully prepared to give Jason Sandman and Captain Howdy hell this evening even if the nerves get the best of them.

MAKING A DEAL
Written by: Blake

VCR walks into his locker room, grinning triumphantly as he quickly began packing up his things. He quickly closed up his briefcase and turned to find himself staring at the chest of none other than Archangel. The larger man grabbed him by his neck and slammed him hard into the wall, bringing his face right up next to VCR’s ear.

Archangel: Where……..Is………He?

Archangel’s voice, raspy and labored, shocked VCR, who immediately started laughing to himself.

VCR: So…It speaks. I just lost me a bet on that one.

Archangel turns and whips him through the air, sending him crashing onto one of the couches in the office. VCR screams in pain and lies on the couch, slowly laughing.

VCR: Tell you what. You take off your mask here and now and I’ll tell you exactly where he is.

Archangel’s mouth curls into a snarl and he begins stalking towards VCR.

VCR: I figured you’d say that, so how’s this for a compromise? At Point of No Return against Zakk Bryce. If you win, not only will I leave the PWA for good, but you’ll get your beloved manager back. If you lose, well…You do the math.

Archangel reaches for Roberts and again lifts him up by his neck, pushing him into the wall.

VCR: I’ll take your silence to mean that you agree…In the meantime…Don’t do anything reckless. We wouldn’t want you to be at anything other than top shape.

Archangel snarls again and slams VCR into the wall again before dropping him and stalking out of the room, leaving VCR lying in his office, smiling angrily.

PAST THE BREAKING POINT
Written by: Sabs

Va'aiga: Wait, brotha'! 'Train! Stop! C'mon, man. Control yourself! NOW!

All of the pleas are falling on deaf ears as NightTrain is tossing everything not nailed to the floor in his locker room. He then stops and looks Va'aiga in the eye.

Va'aiga: No, 'Train. Don't let your passion be your undoing. He wants you LIKE THIS!

NightTrain: BULLS***!!! He wants me to treat this like a regular matter. I know Slade like the palm of my hand, V .... He wants me to focus on his title.

Va'aiga: Well - isn't that what you wanted ....

NightTrain tosses a chair that almost hits Carmichael.

NighgtTrain: F*** THAT MOTHERF****** TITLE!! I don't give a S*** about that title!

He huffs hard - before NightTrain continues speaking.

NightTrain: I love you, V. However, in this matter - with all due respect .... I don't care about Murderers' Row. I don't care about my house in Houston, my property in New York or the fact my back feels as though it's on fire. I only care about PERMANENTLY DAMAGING JONATHAN DAVID SMITH, III!!!

Va'aiga looks at NightTrain as if he can't recognize him. He doesn't quite know what to say or do. So he cautiously backs away from the more volatile NightTrain.

NightTrain: If the gems cheer me? Good! If they boo me? Good! If they SHUT THE HELL UP?! EVEN BETTER! I'M NOT DOING IT FOR THE TITLE, NOR THE PEOPLE! I'M HURTING THAT DOUBLE-TALKING, HYPOCRITICAL AS***** for ME!!!

Va'aiga: What has gotten into you, man? I thouoght this was squashed.

NightTrain looks at Va'aiga as if it's to ask, "Are you serious?"

NightTrain: If someone were to challenge your integrity, your manhood, your effort, your motives and everything you've worked for 15 years to build - and this is coming from someone who's known you for eight of those years, the last five supposedly being your friend and brother -- how would you feel? How would it feel if Trinity, Slade or I were to doubt the very fabric of who you are?

Va'aiga simply has no words and shakes his head. He then sighs as he takes a seat in the room that looks like a tornado has lacerated it.

Va'aiga: Maybe you have a point, there, Raye. I would have a lot of resentment boiling inside of me, too, if it were one of you three.

NightTrain nods in affirmation that his point, and anger are both being heard.

NightTrain: Thank you, V. Thank you - for truly hearing me .... and being a true brother.

NightTrain picks up his bag and walks toward the door. He stops at the door and turns around to face Va'aiga.

NightTrain: I can easily forgive .... but I NEVER easily forGET! Slade will know - very well - that I had no one touch him, tonight .... so that he can feel how much torture I will deliver to him in ten days. He's going to be hurt - real bad - by me .... and I deliver on my promises.

And with that, NightTrain walks out of the dressing room - leaving Va'aiga floored and in disbelief. The fun-loving side of NightTrain has been eroded - and in its place is a more focused, menacing, physically aggressive and angry side. NightTrain slams the door shut - which startles Va'aiga almost out of his jumpsuit. He closes his eyes and shakes his head again out of disbelief.

I UNDERSTAND
Written by: Jon

[Josh Graham sits on a folding chair while a medic tends to him. Josh holds a bag of ice to his face. The medic seems to be stitching the back of his head. Josh winces]

Josh: Ow! Easy, Doc!

[He puts his ice bag to the side of his face, then notices the camera.]

Josh: Night Train, just wanna let you know, I look worse than I feel. Ya know, I know why you did this. I understand it, but that doesn't mean I agree with it.

[He lowers the bag of ice.]

Josh: Train gets sympathy from me, not heat. I feel sorry that this is how he chooses to behave. I feel sorry that he has to do stuff like this to get himself over. There were talks that this was me finally facing off against a "big name," about it being my "make or break" moment, but I don't buy into that. Train didn't take anything from me, all he did was take what would have been a great match away from the fans.

[He winces again.]

Medic: Almost done, Mr. Graham.

Josh: So fans, I know you may be itching for me to get some revenge. Blood for blood, am I right? Well, that's not how I operate. That's not the kind of worker I am. One heelish act does not merit a second one.

[The Medic walks out from behind Josh.]

Medic: Good as new.

Josh: Thanks.

[He stands up, shakes the medics hand, and walks off.]

TAG TEAM MATCH
Captain Howdy & Jason Sandman (M.A.D.) vs Ebony & Ivory Forever (E.I.F.)
Written by: Andrew

Ferdinand: The following contest is out main event of the evening. It is a tag team contest, scheduled for one fall, with no time limit..."

Franks: All right, folks, this should be quite the main event. It features the team of Jason Sandman and Captain Howdy going up against the brand new tandem of Dexter Davis and Freya Kane.

Quadros: Main event!? This is more like a massacre! Howdy and Sandman are both former World Champions, they steamrolled Butcher and Maelstrom last week, and I just don't see any way that that E.I.F will prevent them from doing the same thing!

Franks: Well, let's not forget that Freya Kane has scored a number of big wins during her previous tenures with PWA, and while Dexter Davis is making his debut, you just can't count out someone who trained at the Wrestling Factory under Evan Andrews.

Quadros: I haven't forgotten that...I just don't think it's gonna make any differnce! I'd be surprised as hell if these two last any longer than Butch and Maelstrom did!

~ Live your Way comes on speakers and as it begins Deal With It Bitch Productions Presents logo come on the Teletron. When the opening words are heard the name of Jason Sandman shows up on the teletron. Jason Sandman comes out of the entranceway and as he raises his singapore cane and a steel chair wrapped in barbwire in the air pyro shoots off. Jason Sandman runs down to the ring, throwing the cane and chair over before sliding under the ropes. ~

Ferdinand: Introducing first, he hails from Norfolk, V, and weighs in at 295 lbs....He is "The Angel of Death", Jason Sandman!!!

~ The lights dim, as "Monster" begins to play. He walks out from the back, pushing a stretcher, made by Stryker, out onto the stage. He leaves it off to the side, making sure the wheels are locked, before walking down the ramp by himself, neither looking into the crowd, or back the way he came. The Captain slides under the bottom rope, then stands, glaring out into the distance, head cocked as if he is listening to someone. He nods once, then removes his jacket and hands it to the attendant, along with his walking stick, giving them stern instructions to take care of it. He then puts his back into the nearest corner, and watches and waits for the match to begin. ~

Ferdinand: And his tag team partner...Hailing from Coney Island, NY, and weighing in at 254lbs, he is The Most Dangerous Man in PWA....Captain Howdy!

~ The lights dim down as "Shake That" by Eminem feat. Nate Dogg begins to fill the arena. Once the vocals come in, strobe lights begin to go insane as we see Dexter Davis and Freya Kane standing in the entry way. Freya slaps the hands of all the people she can as Dex does the same. Once at ringside, Dex slides into the ring, going the nearest turnbuckle as cameras go off. Freya continues to slap hands around ringside as the lights continue to go insane. When she rolls into the ring, Freya head to the nearest turnbuckle and throws her arms out on the top rope as the lights come back to normal. She hops down and gives her boyfriend a kiss before they start to get ready for the upcoming match.~

Ferdinand: And their opponents...They hail from Boston, MA....They are Dexter Davis....And Freya Kane....They are Ebony...and Ivory....FOREVER!!!

~ After a moment spent discussing strategy in their corners, it's decided that Howdy and Davis will start things off for their teams. As the bell rings, Howdy smiles at Dex, mouths the word "Welcome", and then invites him to engage in a lock up. Dexter hesitates for a moment, but then lunges forward to oblige, only to be met on the way in with a hard toe kick to the gut. Dex doubles over in pain, and The Captain quickly follows up by grabbing the arm and twisting it into an arm wringer, before pulling him into a Short Arm Clothesline that deposits him on the mat! OH! Howdy immediately follows up with a stomp directly across his rival's throat, and then breaks out into a sick smile as he drops down and applies the first cover of the match: 1...2...Kick Out! ~

Quadros: Welcome to PWA, Dex! Hope you enjoyed your stay!

~ Captain Howdy's face is impassive as he pulls Dexter up to his feet by the hair, before delivering a wicked chop to the throat that sends him reeling back into the neutral corner. The Former two time World Champion then charges forward and connects with a Running Corner Clothesline, and then immediately transitions into a side headlock, and barrels out of the corner into a Running Bulldog that spikes his rival face first into the mat! Another cover, and this time Howdy makes a point of grinding his forearm into his opponent's face: 1...2...T-Kick Out! Shrugging, the Captain pulls his rival back to his feet by the arm and whips him into the ropes, and then catches him on the rebound and takes him up and over into a Back Bodydrop! WAIT! Somehow, Davis is able to flip forward out of it to his feet, and then leaps onto the second strand and sails off into a Springboard Gamengiri kick that catches Howdy flush in the face just as he turns around! ~

Franks: Oh, that was nasty flying kick that Davis just landed!

Quadros: Big deal! Anyone can get lucky once in a while!

Franks: Maybe, but it certainly doesn't appear as though he has any problem following up on the opening that he's created for himself>

~ Freya claps excitedly as she watches her lover spring to his feet and break out into a slight smile as he waits for Howdy to struggle to his feet. As soon as that happens, Dex propels himself into a Handspring off the ropes, and spins into another Gamengiri kick that knocks Howdy down once again! Davis' eyes go wide with excitement as he jumps up, before twisting into a Breakdance Legdrop that connects flush across his rival's throat! Cover from Dex, who returns the favor from earlier by grinding his own forearm into Howdy's face: 1....2....Kick Out! Dexter sees that Freya wants into the match, and tags her into the contest, before pulling his rival off the mat and setting him up in Russian Legsweep position; Kane then races off the ropes and rolls into a Koppu Kick to the face that adds even more force to the Legsweep! As Davis exits the ring, Freya kips up and then flips forward into a Standing Hangover Legdrop onto Howdy, before applying another cover: 1....2....T-Kick Out!~

Franks: Well, Ebony and Ivory Forever are working very well as a team at the moment.

Quadros: Yeah, I hear they've been working out together a lot, and some of those sessions actually take place when they're fully clothed! *snickers*

Franks: Seriously, Ray...How old are you?

Quadros: Old enough to know better...And young enough not to care!

~ Freya lets out a loud battle cry as she pulls Howdy back to his feet by his curly mop of hair before leaping up into a Standing Dropkick that deposits him onto his back near the ropes. Without wasting a moment, Kane vaults outside to the aproan and slingshots right back i with a Slingshot Double Foot Stomp to her opponent's gut! Kane then grabs her opponent's legs and flips forward into a Jack knife pin for another pin fall attempt: 1....2....TH-No! Howdy twists out once again! Kane shakes her head a bit in disappointment, but quickly pulls herself together as she hauls her rival up by the hair and falls forward into her Face Kill Snapmare Driver! OH! Howdy's spiked head first into the mat, and Freya quickly applies another cover: 1....2....THR_ANOTHER Kick Out! Kane groans a bit in frustration, but regains her poise as she waits for her opponent to rise before unleashing a series of open handed slaps to the face! A spinning reverse Slap follows, and then Freya connects with a Roundhouse Kick, before springing off the ropes and leaping up into a Busaiku Knee Kick to complete the ATHF! WAIT! Howdy caught Freya in mid-air! Before his opponent can react, The Captain places her in a Fireman's Carry, and then drops her head first with a sick Death Valley Driver! ~

*SICK HIGH IMPACT COUNTER POP!*

~ Freya rolls around on the mat, clutching the back of her head, and Howdy decides that this would be a good time to tag in his partner. In comes Sandman, who smiles as the two MAD men pull their stricken foe back to her feet. Double boot to the gut doubles Kane over, and then they lift her upside down and hold her in Vertical Suplex position for a moment before dropping her head first into the mat with a Double Sheerdrop Brainbuster! THUD! Sandman's smirk grows just a little wider as he applies the cover, glaring at a fuming Davis all the while: 1....2....THR_Kick Out! Jason's eyes go wide with surprise, but the grin doesn't leave his face as he mouths the words "Your funeral, bitch" to the EIF member. Reaching down, Sandman applies an old-school Clawhold to his rival's face, and then lifts her up before driving her right back down with a Clawhold STO! Keeping the claw hold applied, Sandman forces her opponent's shoulders to the mat for another pin fall attempt: 1.....2....THRE-No! Freya gets her shoulder off the mat yet again! ~

*FIGHTING SPIRIT POP!*

Quadros: What are these people cheering for!? Freya Kane is a very attractive woman, and if these people appreciated her beauty, they'd tell her to stay the hell down and not put her appearance at risk!

~ Sandman shakes his head slightly as he pulls her off the mat once more, before shoving her into the nearest corner, and follow him with a wicked Forearm smash that rocks her head back on her shoulders! Grabbing her by the arm, Sandman then whips her back first into the other set of turnbuckles, and then sprints toward her with the intent of decapitating her with Running Corner Clothesline! NO! Somehow, Freya's able to avoid this attack by flipping backward up to the top rope, and Sandman crshes into the turnbuckle with a loud "oof"! Without wasting a moment, Freya leaps off and connects with a Diving Hurricanrana that sends Sandman sprawling to the mat! A still woozy Freya drags herself back to her feet and begins to stagger over toward the corner, but her effort to make the tag is thwarted when Howdy rushes into the ring, grabs her from behind, and snaps her down across the knee with his BROKEN TOYS Backbreaker! ~

Franks: Oh, Freya was so close to making the tag after hitting that desperation counter, but Howdy showed why he's such an intelligent competitor by interceding at the perfect time.

~ Howdy gives Dexter a wicked smile as he backs away toward the his team's corner and watches his partner climb back to his feet. After taking a moment to shake clear the cobwebs, Jason staggers over to where Freya lies and then picks her up and sets her up for his dreaded Honorable Death Package Piledriver! WAIT! Before he can execute his finisher, Dexter leaps onto the top rope and flips forward into a Rider Kick that connects flush against the back of Jason's head, causing him to pitch forward and crash onto his face! Dexter gives the Captain a smile of his own as he steps back to his corner, and watches Freya pull herself to her hands and knees before crawling over to the corner to make the tag! Freya drags herself closer...closer...OH NO! Howdy comes back in and grabs Freya by the leg and begins to drag her back to ring center...Only to release his grip on the leg when Freya finds the strength needed to stand up on one leg and flip forward into a Mule Kick that clips Howdy on the chin! Howdy falls to his back, and Freya Kane rolls through the move and dives forward to tag in her fired up partner! ~

*HOT TAG POP!*

~ Dex vaults into the ring and immediately steps forward and nails the rising Howdy with a Dropsault that sends him hurtling through the ropes to the arena floor! Dex jumps up and watches Jason rise to his feet before nailing him with a Dropsault as well! Sandman crashes onto his back near the EIF corner, and Dex quickly hops over him onto the second rope, before bouncing off the top rope before flipping off into a mind-boggling Double Jump Imploding 450 Splash that connects flush against the prone form of Sandman! Cover, with the hook of the leg: 1...2....THREEENO! Sandman gets a shoulder up at 2.9999!!!! Freya and Dex exchange disbelieving glances, but then break out into smiles as Dex vaults to the top rope once more. Without wasting a second, Dex sails off into a spectacular 630 Senton that earns a HUGE pop from the crowd, who then rise to their feet as Freya vaults to the top rope to nail the Freya's Wings and complete the WINGS OF FLIGHT....~

Franks: THIS COULD BE IT! EBONY AND IVORY FOREVER ARE ON THE VERGE OF SCORING A HUGE UPSET!!!!

~ But at that moment, Howdy makes his presence known by hopping onto the apron, and then grabbing Freya before tossing her off the top rope into the guard rail below! A horrified and enraged Dexter immediately lunges toward the Captain, who uses his rival's emotions against him by grabbing him around the back of the head and dropping down to snap him neck-first across the top rope! OH! Dex crashes onto his back, clutching his throat, and now the crowd goes quiet as they watch Jason struggle to his feet, and then regard his downed opponent throat narrow eyes as he watches him begin to rise off the mat! Springing off the ropes, Sandman uses the momentum to hurtle forward into a savage Venom's Strike Lariat that connects flush against his rival's neck just as he makes it up! OH! Dex is turned inside out from the impact, and now Jason pulls him up and delivers the HONORABLE DEATH that he was looking to land on Freya earlier in the match! Cover! ONE! TWO! THREEENOOOO! DEX KICKS OUT AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SPLIT SECOND! ~

Crowd: Dex-ter! Dex-ter! Dex-ter! Dex-ter!

~ Sandman glares at Davis with a mixture of shock and anger, and then pulls him up and says "You want to die young, motherfucker? I can arrange that! " Sandman then punctuates that statement by spinning into an attempted Back Fist with the intent that Dex will Kiss the Demon! Ducked! Operating on instinct, Dex delivers a kick to the gut, and then cinches in a Facelock and lifts his rival up into an Implant DDT! OH! As the crowd begins to chant "E.I.F!" Dex shakes off the effects of the abuse that he's suffered, and then waits for his rival to climb off before sliding behind him so that he can spike him down with his signature Reverse Rana! NO! As soon as Dex leaps into the air, Sandman turns around and catches him in mid-air, before turning him around and driving him back-first into the corner with a murderous Powerbomb! OH! Dex crashes onto his stomach, and now Howdy tags himself in and applies the Full Nelson Camel Clutch that serves as one of his most feared finishers! ~

Quadros: BACK TO THE ROCKING HORSE!

~ Dex yells out in agony, but shakes his head when the official asks if he wants to submit! Indeed, he tries to push himself toward the ropes to force a break of the hold, and actually makes good progress, at least until Howdy pulls him up and takes him over into a Dragon Suplex before chaining back into the Rocking Horse! Having applied the hold back in ring center, Howdy wrenches back on the hold for all that he's worth. Here comes a desperate Freya flying off the rope in an effort to break the submission! OH! And there's Jason catching her on the way down with a rather nice Standing Dropkick that sends her crashing to the mat! Dex tries to hang on for a bit longer...TRIES to hang on....But Howdy wrenches back even more, and Davis realizes he has no other choice but to...

TAP! TAP! TAP!

Ferdinand: Here are your winners.....Jason Sandman and Captain Howdy!

Quadros: Ha! I told you Howdy and Sandman would win!

Franks: True, you also told me that they wouldn't last any longer than Butcher and Maelstrom! Not only did EIF accomplish that, but they came very close to winning that match on several occasions, and impressed a lot of fans in the process with a quality effort that produced a high quality match!

Quadros: Well, as long as they stay clear of Howdy and Sandman, they should be fine. Now, if only the Butcher was capable of saying the same thing....

Franks: Apparently not. Let's go down to the ring and see what's taking place...

EYE FOR AN EYE, CANE FOR A CANE
Written by: Rich, Paul & Neil

[ While Captain Howdy & Jason Sandman stand in the middle of the ring celebrating their victory over E.I.F., “King of Pain” kicks up and brings the Philippines to a boo. Out steps Commissioner Butcher in his white striped suit and gift Captain Howdy cane. Both Howdy and Sandman stare him down as he stops on the ramp way with a microphone in hand. ]

The Butcher: Well, well, well, what is that two in a row? You two boys must be proud over last week's moral victory over Maelstrom and I. I should have just ended this when I had a chance, Howdy. I've prolonged your punishment for touching my wife for far too long to suit my own personal needs and now...now my friend Maelstrom is paying the price for my mistake.

[ The Commissioner points his Captain Howdy cane out towards the two men, one that wants to break him, and the other who wants to destroy his soul. ]

The Butcher: And don't think I've forgotten for one moment about you, Sandman. I'll put you down on the waiting list to hear whatever your pathetic grievance is this time when my time is more freed up. I'm here for Captain Howdy and no one else.

For two months I've carried around this gift cane from you, Howdy, just waiting for the most opportune time to wrap it around your head. Now it is time I re-gift it and show you personally just how hard this thing truly is. Daz Van Dyke and his personal vendetta be damned. It is time we end this once and for all, Howdy.

I want you at Point of No Return, one-on-one, in a Cane Match. Keep your mongrel Sandman on a leash backstage. Tell your friends Terminus and Snow to keep their damned black robes and empty skirts out of our business. This is between us now. If you can defeat me, I will stand aside and tell you where Daz Van Dyke is. I don't need him anymore.

[ By now Captain Howdy has received a microphone for a response that his Filipino fans just can't wait to hear. ]

Captain Howdy: Really Butcher? You really want to do this? Well then, I accept.

[The fans go crazy, knowing that the man they view as the hero in this case is going up against one of their most hated wrestlers. Howdy waits for them to quiet down, before continuing.]

But, I want you to understand something, Butcher. I want you to know just what is going to happen to you at Point of No Return. You see, I've been waiting a while for this as well. I've known this was coming since you were so ineffectual in getting the information I was requesting. I've known this was inevitable, since you proved that you had less fire and will than your loving wife. Nikki was always the stronger in your relationship, Butcher. She took far longer to break than you have. I actually have more respect for her than I do for you, at the moment. At least she didn't bring in a friend to defend her that couldn't even take care of themselves.

Poor Maelstrom...you do realize that his condition is on your hands, don't you Cortez? It was your stupidity, your vanity, that led to his having his neck broken once more. Had you only done as I asked, this all could have been avoided. Now, you're running out of friends, and also out of time. You've set the clock, Butcher. Try not to watch too closely as the last moments of your ambulatory existance dwindle away.

And Cortez...if I were you, I'd get my affairs in order. Because, once I'm done with you, Jason here has some business to take care of as well.

[As soon as Captain Howdy finishes speaking, he looks over at Jason and realizes Jason isn’t home anymore. The Angel looks over at Howdy and just smiles.]

The Angel: Compelling diatribe Howdy, but I got bad news. You’re time for action is up. He belongs to me now.

[The Angel flips out of the ring, and starts heading up the ramp. As soon as he gets about half way up the ramp, MK comes walking out of the back.]

MK: Jason I know you are in there. Now listen to me. If you do this…if you go through with The Angel’s little plan tonight, I promise you we are over. You made a promise to give Howdy his time. Now is the time to be a man of your word to your friend.

[The Angel continues his walk. MK continues her attempts.]

MK: Jason if you do not stop right now. I promise you I will leave you.

[The Angel continues his walk.]

MK: Jason I will leave and I will take the kids with me. I will make sure you never see Sully or Brandy again.

[The Angel stops in his tracks, and looks up at MK then back at Howdy.]

Jason: You better be done with Cortez when the bell rings, because it will be your last chance for answers.

A TIME FOR WAR
Written by: Donnie

“Raise Hell” by (hed) PE starts to play over the public announce system. The crowd start to reign down deafening boos on Field as he steps out onto the stage with a smirk on his face.

Carl Franks: And here comes Tony Field for his so called little “goodbye party” for Glen Watts, or the man better known as Terminus.

Ray Quadros: That’s right. What a great man Tony Field is, throwing his retirement party. He’s truly a class act.

Carl Franks: A class act? Give it a rest, really.

Tony struts down the ramp before jumping to the apron then hopping over the top rope. He stand in the middle of the ring, sulking up the reaction of the crowd before he pulls the microphone out of the back pocket of Secret Circus jeans.

Tony Field: Earlier tonight, someone tried to ruin this celebration. They took out my bodyguard in a cowardly fashion. It’s a sign of total disrespect for the man that is…was…Terminus.

Carl Franks: What a crock. This little retirement is a total sign of disrespect if anything is. This just makes me sick.

Ray Quadros: Shut up, Franks. This is the best moment in PWA history. Just shut up and watch and listen.

Tony Field: I won’t let anything ruin this celebration, however. I just saw Frankie off in the back of an ambulance, and thought I’d still honor the memory of Glen Watts by showing up his retirement party. After all, I am your host, it would be awfully rude of me to not show up.

Tony pauses for a moment for dramatic effect.

Tony Field: Glen Watts was the foundation of PWA, this is the House that Terminus built. The both Glen, and the mask were legends in their own rights. I don’t know what saddens me more, the fact that we are losing this great talent from PWA, or the fact that I was unable to give him the proper send off he deserves, by putting on a show at Point of no Return, and allowing him to go out the way everyone in their career only dreams of ending it. On their back for the three count to yours truly.

The crowd starts to boo at this comment as Tony just sulks it up.

Tony Field: You see, as great as Glenn was, there was one thing he never could or would be, and that’s as good as I am. Simple fact is, while he will be missed, this is the dawn of a new era. This is the beginning of the era of Tony Field. I will take this place to new heights it could have never achieved under the guise of Terminus. As I descend to the top of Premiere Wrestling, I’ll do it all in honor of Glen, as I achieve the many things he couldn’t and wouldn’t achieve. Now, if you’ll look at the screen, I want to show you a career highlight reel of Terminus and the greatest moments of his career.

Tony points to the big screen as it goes snowy, then fades in to show Terminus in the ring, celebrating a win with the crowd just soaking him up. Then Tony Field hits the ring along with Frankie Bones and Zakk Bryce as they attack Terminus from behind and start to pick him apart, piece by piece. Then the scene cuts to Vow III, as Tony Field pins Terminus for the three count, and jumps to his feet, Simon Retter raising Field’s hand in victory as Field stands over Terminus taunting him. Then the screen cuts to Rochelle Robinson’s betrayal of Terminus, as she hammers his knee with a chair after the match, and assists Tony in a beat down. Then we cut to Terminus standing in the ring last week, after his win over Gaither. Then you see Tony and Rochelle attack Terminus once again, ultimately injuring the leg that would put him on the shelf. The screen then fades to black.

Cut back to Tony in the ring.

Tony Field: That’s beautiful; it almost brings tears to my eyes. I mean really, what great career highlights. I’m going to feel like a half a man without Glen around to be my punching bag. I do, truly mean this, from the bottom of my heart. Glen, you will be missed. No one, and I mean no one has been as resilient and kept coming back for more like you have. It truly breaks my heart to know that I know have to find a new victim to be the butt of my jokes and my beat downs. It truly is a sad day for me and The Outfit. Speaking of, I believe Rochelle Robinson and Zakk Bryce both had things they wanted to say, so without farther due, I’ll bring out the first two guest speakers.

“Still I Rise” by Shadows Fall starts to play. After a few moments, no one comes out. Then the big screen cuts to backstage, where medical staff is seen standing over a beaten Rochelle Robinson and Zakk Bryce. At this, Tony tosses the mic and slides between the ropes, making his way up the ramp. He gets halfway up the ramp when “And Some You Lose” by One Minute Silence starts to play. The crowd jump to their feet and blow the roof off the arena cheering as Glen Watts, Terminus, comes running down the ramp at Field, hobbling a bit on his leg.

Terminus: It’s just me and you now, I took out the rest of your goons.

Glen shouts as he jumps at Tony, taking him to the ground. The fists start to fly as he hits right and left, right and left. Field rolls through it eventually, mounting Terminus, and hitting a flurry of his own punches. Glen rolls through it this time, and gets to his feet and start to kick Tony violently in the head, hitting shot after shot.

Finally reaches up and grabs Terminus by the pants and pulls forward, sending him crashing head first into the guard rail. Tony then pulls himself to his feet and starts to throw punches. As both men exchange punches, security rushes to the ring. Three guards grab Glen; three grab Tony, separating the men. Glen decks one guard with a stiff right hand, meanwhile Tony nails a vicious elbow to the nose of another security guard as they go right back at each other. The other four security guards try to hold them back, but Tony and Glen quickly dispense of them and go right back at each other, fists flying out of pure hatred and vengeance. Then Glen tackles Tony, taking out the guard rail completely. As both men lie on the ground, nothing separating the ring from the fans anymore, they climb back to their feet and go right back at each other, exchanging fists.

A mere moments later a whole slew of security guards and law enforcement rush to ringside, trying to separate the two men, but neither Field or Terminus are having any of it, as they fight through a sea of men and get right back at each other, fists flying all over the place with reckless regard as the show fades off the air despite the melee and anarchy taking place at ringside as several fans begin to flow through the broken barrier, trying to aid security in breaking up the brawl.