PWA: Violation 103

VIOLATION 103
Sunday, September 12th, 2010
Marrara Hockey Centre in Darwin, Australia

THE PRIZE TO BE WON
Written by: Paul & Rich

As Violation comes to a start the lights dim in the arena, as "Captain Howdy" begins to play. He storms down the ramp, neither looking into the crowd, or back the way he came. As he gets closer, he drops his walking stick by the steps. The Captain slides under the bottom rope, and then stands glaring at the crowd. Without so much as a hint of hesitation the good Captain speaks his intentions.

Captain Howdy: We have waited as long as We can. Brother come visit Us, and tell Us the secrets you promised to reveal.

We bury the Dead at Dawn comes on the speakers and as the scream is heard the lights go down. After a few seconds the lights come back up and The Angel is standing on the guard rail staring at Captain Howdy. The Angel jumps down off the rail and with another hop slides into the ring. The Angel pulls a microphone out of Jason’s pocket and smiles before he speaks.

The Angel: Indeed my brother, promises will be kept, but I will not tell said things.

Captain Howdy stares daggers through Jason, and is about to pounce when The Angel continues.

The Angel: Fear not, for you will see your prize. It’s just that we had a deal. First man to hunt the filth down would get his prize. I am not a man who wants to have any advantage. I will take you to him, and we will set him free. From there, first man to find our Commissioner gets to mount the trophy on their wall. Do we have an accord?

The Angel looks at Howdy waiting to see his reaction.

Captain Howdy: Show Us to Our prize.

A ROYAL ENCOUNTER
Written by: Theresa

A horn sounds like a royal beacon calling for the attention of all. It is silent in the arena for only a moment and then the loud thundering sounds of ‘Headstrong’ by Trapt thunders across the arena. The crowd jumps to their feet anxiously awaiting their new Champion as thick showers of silver and blue confetti fall from the sky. Chants of Trinity, Trinity, Trinity echo throughout the arena as the crowd grows louder and louder. Onto the platform steps a processional fit for a Queen. Two cartwheeling young acrobats dressed in white are followed by two blue and silver flag bearers who are followed by four heavily muscled men carry poles which join in the center to support an ornately carved chair. Perched atop the throne resides the woman of the hour – TRINITY.

Murmurs flow through the surprised people, as Trinity sits tall dressed almost completely in black leather chaps and a blue rhinestone halter. She waves slowly from side to side in a beauty pageant type of greeting. As they near the ring, the acrobats and flag bearers make their way back up the ramp and the men hold the makeshift chariot level with the with the ring. Trinity steps with grace onto the ring apron, coolly looking over the crowd.

Quadros shakes head at the specatacle. “It’s a disgrace to the company, it’s a disgrace to the sport of professional wrestling. And leave it to a girl to plan an over the top victory celebration. Who does she think she is Cleopatra?”

Franks covers his mouthpiece so he can be heard clearly, “Trinity, when you go back and review this, please remember that all comments made by my announce partner are his and his alone. Please direct all due response to his face at any time you see fit. All others can direct their hate mail to Quadros@pwa.com”

Trinity steps up the second turnbuckle and unfastens the belt from around her waist and holds it up high for all to see. She lowers the title and looks directly across the ring at Quadros, the commentator who has had an awful lot to say about her. Her face grows serious as she steps into the ring and asks for a mic. “And just how are my people tonight? Celebrating along with your Champion and Queen of Kicking Ass I do hope? Who am I kidding of course you are! Now what would the first card after I win this precious Heavyweight World Title be without my gracing all of you with my presence in the ring? It would be another wasted moment of your time. And you’ve had quite enough of those lately now haven’t you?”

Her eyes fall back on the commentator and she moves to lean against the ropes motioning for him to come join her. “C’mon Quadros, my little misguided miscreant, join me in the ring. Come now, you’ve had an awful lot to say when you thought I’d never hear you. But now you sit there like some scared little man? Did you forgot that we are able to watch the playback and there is all of your colorful verbage ready for me to listen to, and rewind and replay for hours and hours on end? Come on in here and give me a little of that right here – face to face. I promise it will only hurt a little.”

Trinity looks from the man to the crowd, who begins to shout “kick his ass” and she looks back to him once more and shrugs. “My people have spoken. And if you won’t come to me. I’ll just have to ….”

Without warning, Trinity drops her title in the ring and slingshots herself over the top rope, landing on her feet in front of a very surprised color commentator. He tries to get out of his chair, but Franks pushes him back down. Trinity moves to Quadros’ other side effectively giving him no where to run. She lays a hand on his shoulder while winking at Franks. “You’ve always been my favorite, you know.” Swinging one leg over the color commentator’s legs she sits quickly in his lap facing him. “Now darling, do YOU think you can now show me who’s boss? Hmmm? Come on baby, give it to me. You’ve been objectifying me since I stepped into PWA, saying how you want to be on the other end of a head scissors.” She begins toying with his hair and inching closer to his face. “Well, ... here’s your chance. I'm right here. In your arms, right now, as we speak. Why don’t you just do all those nasty little things that have been running through your mind for the last year...”

Quadros nervously licks his lips, and Trinity adjusts her position on his lap. A knowing look crosses her face, and she leans away slowly beginning to smirk. She touches him on the tip of his nose, as she slides slowly from his lap. “Awww poor baby can’t rise to the occasion. No wonder you talk about sex all the time, those who can’t --- talk!”

Trinity reaches into the ring and grabs her title, just as the horn sounds once again. The muscular men quickly appear at her side and kneel so she can step up into her throne once more. Steadily they stand raising her into the air as she holds the title high over her head. Sounds of ‘Headstrong” by Trapt echoes once again through the arena, many of the fans cheer loudly, while others watch her leave ringside with confused expressions on their faces.

DON'T LET ME DOWN
Written by: Andrew & Tyler

The cameras go backstage and we notice former PWA Primetime Champion Milo Crews walking around the back isles with a nervous look sitting on his face. He paces back and forth in front of a certain locker room door as if he were contemplating whether or not to knock.

Milo Crews: “Why am I so nervous?”

He takes a moment to regain his composure while taking a deep breath. His hands begin to shake as he turns towards the door and knocks three times before quickly placing his hand back on his side and begins to walk away.

Milo Crews: “Guess he’s not not here yet...”

At that very moment, the door swings open, and the figure of Terminus appears at the threshold of the entrance and smiles slightly through his mask as he calls out after the departing form of the PWA rookie.

Terminus: Milo! Were you the one knocking at the door just now?

Milo stops dead in his tracks as he hears the voice call out to him, a shiver of excitement rushes up his spine. His once nervous composure suddenly becomes calm as a happy-go-lucky smile takes over his face as he turns around.

Milo Crews: “Yeah, sorry. I didn’t bother you, did I?”

Terminus: No, not at all. Did you want to talk about something?

Milo Crews: “Yeah, actually. I was wondering if you could give me some advice...”

Glen Watts nods and motions for Milo to follow him into his locker room and slides a steel chair toward him before he takes a seat, wincing a bit as he does so. Once seated, he levels a gaze in the direction of the young man before him.

Terminus: Advice, eh? Not sure if I’m the right guy to seek for advice, but I’ll help you out if I can.

Milo runs his hand against the back of his neck nervously while trying to maintain the calm composure and smile while still replying to everything Terminus says.

Milo Crews: “Well, some of the things Jason said...they really bothered me, and I feel like I’ve let myself down by losing that match. I really want a second shot at him, so I can make him regret talking about my mother like that, you know?

Milos face begins to turn red as the blood rushes upwards, memories of the speech Sandman had given just days before the pay per view floating from the back of his mind to the front, angering him.

Milo Crews: “But just between you and I, I don’t think I can beat him right now. I want to, and I need to, but I can’t...”

The eyes of Terminus display a look of sympathy as he stares at Crews.

Terminus: I think I can understand a bit of how you feel. From the sound of it, your Mom was your touchstone. She was the person you could always rely on to be around for you, and one of the main reasons why you’ve worked so hard to succeed was to make sure that she’d be proud of you, right?

Milo Crews: “Exactly, that’s why when Sandman made his little speech, he made things personal.That’s why I have to beat him, make him beg me to forgive him...”

Terminus: Hmm...Seems like Sandman’s got you so pissed off about this that you can’t even think straight...

The Canadian folds his arms across his chest and a slight smile appears through the mask that conceals his facial features.

Terminus: ...And you know that’s what he wants....Don’t you?

Milo Crews: “If that’s what he wants, then help me so I can give it to him! So I can make him regret ever trying to piss me off!”

Glen Watts chuckles slightly and shakes his head.

Terminus: Yeah...I figured you’d say something like that. And I don’t blame you at all, kid. I really don’t. But, since you asked for advice, I’m going to let you know that as long as you’re acting the way you are at this moment, the revenge that you seek is never gonna happen.

Milo clenches his fists tightly, closing his eyes and inhales deeply, taking a deep breath to try and calm himself down.

Milo Crews: “Okay...I’m as calm as I’m going to get.”

Terminus: Which isn’t all that calm- but hey, it’s a start. All right, let’s see if I have this straight. Right now, you would like nothing more than to make Jason Sandman pay for insulting the memory of your mother...And you’re here because you think I might be able to provide you with some assistance in this matter...Correct?

Milo Crews: “Yeah, that’s right...I didn’t know who else to turn to.”

Terminus: Well, you turned to the right person, it seems...’Cause if there’s anyone in this federation who knows what it’s like to be consumed with thoughts of revenge, it’s me. And I know that if I were in your position, and someone insulted one of my family members, I’d want to do everything in my power to make the offending party pay for their mistake.

So, yeah...I’ll help you out with this, Milo. You seem a like a good enough guy...And your cause seems as worthy as any.

Crews lets out a sigh of relief as he bobs his head, as if a great burden had just been lifted off of his chest.

Milo Crews: “Thank you. It’s an honor just to be talking with you, let alone receiving advice.”

Terminus smiles slightly in response to these words.

Terminus: I appreciate the compliment, Milo...But I would suggest waiting to give thanks until I actually provide you with the help you need. So...with that in mind...I want you to do two things for me...

Milo’s eyes widen like a kitten who spots a mouse as he stares into the mask of Terminus.

Milo Crews: “Yeah?”

Terminus, with a look of amusement in his eye: First...I want you to look up this particular hold when you get the chance. I’ve used it from time to time in the past, and I have found that it’s worked pretty well for me.

With that said, Glen produces a notepad from his gym bag, scribbles something on the first sheet of paper, and then tears it out and hands it to the rookie. Milo eagerly takes the paper from his new found mentor and looks at the writing.

Milo Crews: “Really? This should be interesting...”

Terminus: Yeah...It could be very interesting. That’s the first thing I want you to do for me, Millo. But the second thing you’re going to do is of even more importance...

Milo Crews: “...and what is that?”

Terminus: You’re going to wait, Milo. I can’t tell you to stop thinking about the way Sandman insulted your mom, but I’m going to ask you to wait and not even think about doing anything about it until you’re damned good and ready...

Because I can teach you all the moves in the world, Milo...But in order for you to beat Sandman, you’re going to have to learn how to be patient, and how to wait for the best opportunity to strike.

And once you learn that, I think you’ll do just fine.

Milo Crews: “If you promise to help me, if you promise you’ll share your knowledge and experience with me, then I’ll wait. But you have to promise me, I’m not going to give up, but I will put it aside for now.”

Terminus, nodding: I’ll provide you with all the knowledge you need to beat Sandman, my friend. As long as you’re willing to learn, I’ll be happy to provide you with the instruction you need.

Milo nods in agreement to the terms as he stands up and extends his hand towards Terminus, hoping to seal the deal with a handshake. The masked man accepts the hand shake and then keeps hold of Milo’s hand for a moment, while addressing him in a serious tone of voice.

Terminus: Just make sure you don’t let me down, OK? Just make sure you don’t let yourself down, either...

Milo Crews nods his head to indicate his understanding, and then grins at his new mentor with a grateful expression on his face before he stands up and exits the room with an added bounce in his step. Terminus watches him leave and then lets out a sigh as he leans back against the wall.

Terminus: Yeah...And whatever you do, Glen. Just make sure that you don’t let HIM down...

‘Cause that’s the last thing that anybody needs....

REGULAR RULES
Ed Wooderson vs. Milo Crews
Written by: Tyler

"We Know Something You Don't Know" the 90's hip-hop beat fills the arena, several sections of the crowd burst into cheers, the rest with polite applause and cheers to show their support for a rookie in the world of the PWA. The front row seems to go crazy, clearly his hometown contingent have travelling support. Especially in the front few rows.

Ed comes out to the ring wearing a pair of red tights with his initials on either hip. He wipes his hand over his brow taking a few strands of hair off his face as he looks focussed on the task at hand. He walks in measured paces to the ring slapping the hands of the fans as he barely takes his eyes off the ring.

He climbs onto the apron and smiles out at the capacity crowd before ducking between the ropes and circling the ring.

Quadros: Ed Wooderson looks to make an impact tonight in his debut by defeating fellow Rookie and Former Primetime Champion Milo Crews.

Franks: Shouldn't be hard. Crews is One and Three in the win/loss department.

Qaudros: Speaking of Crews, here he comes!

'Spit It Out' beings to play over the P.A. system as Milo Crews appears at the top of the ramp, a gigantic smile stuck on his face. Wasting little time, he sprints towards the ring handing out free high-fives to anybody lucky enough to have their hand out as he passes before sliding into the ring. Crews walks over to his corner and the bell rings.

Quadros: This match is now officially underway, I think this may just be the sleeper match of the night.

Franks: Oh yeah?

Quadros: Yeah, two young men both looking to prove themselves? I know Milo really wants a shot at Primetime, and Ed wants to impress. Something tells me it's going to take a lot to put either of these men down for the three count!

The two men meet dead center in the ring and exchange a glance as Milo mouths the words "Good Luck" to Ed, who nods in agreement. Without wasting any more time, the two lock up in a test of strength that sees Ed with the advantage, as he forces Milo to bend backwards before whipping him into the ropes. As Crews comes back, Wooderson catches him with a beautiful Arm Drag. Crews is quickly back to his feet and Ed goes for another Armdrag but Crews counters it with one of his own.

Quadros: Nice counter by Milo.

Franks: If you say so, Ray.

Both men are back on their feet and find themselves both staring at each other, smiles on their faces as the excitement moves throughout their bodies. Suddenly Crews breaks the stair with a low dropkick to the knee of Woodersoon, bringing him down to one. Milo tries to follow up with a drop kick to the other knee, but Ed drops to the mat and rolls out of the way. Once again, both men quickly get to their feet.

Quadros: Both men showing just how quick they can be here.

Franks: I just hope this match picks up soon, I was expecting a lot more actions from these two.

Milo throws a hard right hand towards Ed, who ducks under it and nails Milo in the back with a forearm! And another, and one more as Milo grabs his back and stumbles foreword! Not wanting to be hit from behind, Milo turns to face his opponent and is greeted with a stiff kick to the stomach which Ed follows up with a beautiful snap suplex. Ed with the pin attempt.

One...

Kickout.

Quadros: It's going to take more than that to put this guy away!

Franks: Rookie mistake.

Quadros: Even if he did kick out, he had to expand valuable energy to do so. A well executed pin can be just as deadly as any finishing move, Carl.

The crowd in the front row dressed in Wooderson t-shirts (didn't know we had those yet) starts cheering "Ed! Ed! Ed!" Milo sits up, but before he can get to his feet he feels a sharp pain in the back of his head as Ed bounces off the ropes with a dropkick! Rolling around on the mat in Pain, Ed raises his arms to the fans who begin give a mixture of Cheers and Boos for the newcomer, allowing Milo to get to his feet. Crews places his arms around the shoulders of Wooderson and ropes backwards, driving his knees into the back of Ed with a lungblower.

Quadros: Wow! What a move!

Franks: When did he learn that?

Milo rolls over and pins Ed as the referee counts to two before Ed manages to get the shoulder up. Wooderson, looking winded from that last attack, slowly begins to get to his feet but finds himself caught under Milos arm who sends him back onto the mat with a snap suplex of his own! Milo, while still holding the back of his head, walks towards Wooderson and lifts him to his feet. Before Milo can capitalize, Ed shoves Milo backwards to create some space between them, and then delivers another stiff kick to his gut! This time he places Milos head under his arm and hooks the leg, driving Milo into the mat with a fishermen suplex pin attempt! The referee begins to count!

One!

Two!

Thre-Kick out by Milo!

Quadros: Wow, that was close! Wooderson almost got the upset here.

Franks: Would it really be an upset?

Again the loud overly eager fans in the front row start chanting for their hero: "Wood-er-son! Wood-er-son! Wood-er-son!" Slowly, both men get back to their feet as Milo throws a groggy punch that lands dead center on Ed, who promptly Elbows Crews back in the same spot, staggering the former Primetime Champion. Ed tags advantage of this by grabbing the arm of Milo and whipping him into the ropes, however Milo somehow manages to counter by spring boarding off the middle rope and hitting a beautiful dropkick that connects right with the chest of Ed! Wooderson clutches his chest as he lay flat on his stomach as Milo looks to end the match! He stands over Ed before leaping into the air and with perfect momentum, comes crashing down on Ed's lower back with a picture perfect standing shooting star press. Milo rolls him over and goes for the cover!

One...

Two...

Thre---No! Ed Kicks out!

Quadros: Wow, another near fall? These two are really showing us the future of PWA tonight...

Franks: Hah.

Milo looks on in disbelief as he sits himself up, propping himself on the ring ropes behind him as Ed slowly gets to his feet. Seeing this, Milo grabs the top rope and also pulls himself up. Knowing the next move could end this, the two men stumble towards each other, meeting in the center of the ring for a third time. The two men lock up arms, hoping to be able to get the upperhand and land a devastating move to end the match once and forever. Milo lifts his knee into the gut of Ed, who bends over in pain while Crews hooks his arms and lifts him into the air before bringing him down onto his knee with a double-underhook backbreaker!

Quadros: What a move by Milo Crews!

Franks: I think this match is over...

Ed screams in pain as Crews grabs the arm of Wooderson and turns him over so that his stomach is against the mat. While still holding his arm, Crews walks down to the legs of Wooderson and grabs them, locking in a cloverleaf while applying pressure to the arm! Wooderson looks around and sees that he's to far away from the ropes to grab them, and doesn't have the energy to break the hold. With no choice left, Ed taps out as the referee calls for the bell.

Quadros: What an impressive submission maneuver! You think that's the move Terminus was talking about earlier?

Franks: I don't know, Ray. I wasn't there. But if it was, then somehow I doubt Terminus expected him to use it that quick.

Quadros: I don't know, it looked a little sloppy. I don't think he has it perfected yet...

Franks: Who cares? It got the job done, didn't it?

ANOTHER CELEB SEX TAPE?
Written by: Donnie

Tony Field: You gotta see this!!

Tony storms into the Outfit’s dressing room with a DVD case in hand, excited as he grins ear to ear.

Frankie Bones: Whatcha got there?

Rochelle laughs as she takes a sip from her glass and kicks back on the sofa, kicking her feet up.

Rochelle Robinsin: Let me guess, the first Tony Field sex tape?

Tony takes a pause, and glances over at Rochelle.

Tony Field: What do you mean the FIRST sex tape? I’ve had…

Tony starts counting up on his fingers, but is stopped short by his manager and trainer, Derek Daughtery.

Derek Daughtery: Okay, we get the idea. But really, Tony, I don’t want to watch your fu…

Tony interrupts him.

Tony Field: Man, this isn’t a sex tape. This is even better. This is fucking hilarious.

Rochelle Robinson: Well don’t keep us in suspense master of drama. Let’s see it.

Frankie Bones: Should the rookie cover his eyes or ear muff the ears.

Tony laughs as Zakk Bryce glares across the room.

Zakk Bryce: And what’s that supposed to mean?

Tony grabs the remote and before he hits play, he turns back to the rest of his entourage.

Tony Field: So first, you remember last week at Point of No Return when I talked Theresa Ford back to my hotel room?

Rochelle Robinson: Yeah, and what the hell were you thinking? She’s hardly Tony Field material.

Tony nods.

Tony Field: This is what I was thinking.

Tony hits play on the remote

Tony is shown back in his hotel room after Point of No Return with backstage personality Theresa Ford. Tony kisses down her neck, to her shoulders. As he brushes his lips on her shoulders she shudders and lets out a slight groan.
Theresa Ford: God Tony, I want you now. I want you like I’ve never wanted a…man…before.
Tony cusps her breast in his hand, his fingers rubbing her on the outside of her sleeveless turtleneck.
Tony Field: I bought you something.
Theresa runs her hand through Tony’s hair as she gasps for air.
Theresa Ford: You truly are a….*gasps*
Tony Field: It’s in there, on the bed. I bought you something special to wear tonight. I think this will really accentuate you’re sexiness.
Theresa leans her neck back, tilting her head back as she takes a deep breath, before pulling away from Tony.
Theresa Ford: I’ll go put it on for you right now.
Theresa leans in, giving Tony a nibble on the earlobe before going into the bed room. Tony walks over to the sofa, taking a seat as he kicks back. After a few moments, Theresa shouts from the bedroom.
Theresa Ford: Tony, I think it’s gone.
Tony shouts back across the room.
Tony Field: It’s there, I checked right before you showed up.
Theresa says something that’s muffled, before coming out of the room.
Theresa Ford: Uhmm…Tony. There was nothing on the bed but this…
Theresa holds up a brown paper bag.
Tony Field: Yeah..and your point?
Theresa Ford: There’s nothing in it.
Tony smirks.
Tony Field: Exactly. It’s simple, put it over your head, it’s the only way I’m going to be able to stomach getting through this. If not, it’s a deal breaker.
Theresa Ford turns red in the face. She grabs the bag by both ends and starts ripping it shreds. She shouts a series of obscenities as she stalks to Tony, slaps him across the face several times before walking out the hotel room and slamming the door behind her.

ULTIMATUM
Written by: Blake

“Head Like a Hole” by Nine Inch Nails begins to play as Victor Cornelius Roberts walks out onto the entrance ramp, followed by Duncan Malloy who has a beaten and battered Adrian Carmichael in tow. The crowd immediately begins letting VCR know how they feel, showing him with boos as he and Malloy lead Carmichael down to the ring.

Franks: Here comes Victor Cornelius Roberts, Ray…And he looks like he’s still fuming over the outcome of Zakk Bryce’s match at Point of No Return!

Quadros: Would you be? Archangel welched on the bet…Plain and simple.

The two reach the ring and Malloy roughly shoves Carmichael under the ropes while he and VCR climb the ring steps and climb between the ropes. The crowd continues to boo as the two taunt them for a moment before VCR grabs the mic from Freddy Ferdinand and shoves him out of the ring.

VCR: First of all…

The crowd continues booing, drowning out what VCR starts to say.

VCR: Hey! Shut up…Hey!

The crowd continues booing as VCR lowers the microphone and yells something indistinguishable at them.

VCR: You uneducated, unsophisticated Aussie rednecks! Shut the fuck up and listen to what the fuck I have to say!

Some of the crowd begins to laugh at VCR’s outburst as his face grows red and he begins to shake with anger.

VCR: For the past few months, this man and his lackey, Archangel, have done nothing but make my life a living hell! They’ve cost me my marriage, they’ve humiliated me publically, and they’ve ruined my personal and professional life!

VCR lowers the mic and kicks Carmichael, who is down on his knees, still reeling from the blows he took being shoved into the ring, square in the side of the head.

VCR: Point of No Return was supposed to be my crowning moment. Archangel lost to Zakk Bryce, with his mask on the line. But, just like his slimy piece of shit manager, he couldn’t even be held to his word. So, instead of doing the honorable thing and remove his mask in the center of that ring like was agreed to.

VCR stalks around the ring for a moment, trying his hardest to look intimidating.

VCR: So I’m out here today to give Archangel an ultimatum. Unmask by the end of the show and not only will I allow you to keep your job, I’ll let your manager go free. But, if you choose not to unmask…Well…Duncan, why don’t you demonstrate?

VCR steps back and lets Malloy do his thing as he brings his knee up right into Carmichael’s face. Carmichael’s head snaps back as Malloy grabs the back of his head and brings his nose crashing down right into his knee, crushing the nose and sending blood spattering everywhere. Carmichael begins to collapse backwards when Malloy stops him and tackles him, pounding him with rights and lefts. Carmichael’s head continues to bounce sickly off of the mat as blood flies everywhere. Finally, and mercifully, VCR puts his hand on Malloy’s shoulder and slowly pulls him off. Malloy stands up and wipes his hands off before dragging the battered Carmichael to his feet.

VCR: So there you have it, Archangel. Unmask before the end of this show, or you’re fired and your manager here is worse.

“Head Like a Hole” begins to play as VCR and Malloy both walk out of the ring, followed by the boos of the crowd.

Franks: I don’t like the sound of this, Ray! I don’t even think that Archangel is in the building tonight!

Quadros: He’s not, Carl! That’s the beauty of it!

FIVE MINUTE WARNING
Written by: Paul & Rich

The door comes open and the light from the hall is the only thing illuminating the darkened room. Captain Howdy and The Angel walk through the doorway and find James Cortez, sitting in a chair bound. Captain Howdy walks over and slaps The Butcher in the face. The burns from only days before start to once again bleed.

The Angel walks over and stands next to Captain Howdy.

The Angel: Did we get out our frustration?

Captain Howdy: We have only just begun. Leave Us to what must be done.

The Angel: You and I had a deal, and I know We are men of Our word.

Captain Howdy looks over at The Angel and nods.

Captain Howdy: Free him, and let the great hunt begin.

The Angel obliges Captain Howdy and walks around to the back of the chair. Grabbing something shiny from the darkness The Angel makes quick slice and then drops The Butcher from his chair.

The Angel: You have five minutes Commissioner. I suggest you use them well, and know that whether I find you or They do, I will be the one who drags you across the river.

The Angel and Captain Howdy start laughing as James Cortez scrambles away trying to save himself from the hell he has just seen.

BAD GUYS WEAR ALL BLACK
Written by: Will

WEST COAST LUV!
PLAY Y'ALL HUH?
COMIN' THRU YAA!
BOO-YAA!

The familiar sound of the entrance music that signifies the coming of Va'aiga generates an instant chorus of boos from the Darwin crowd, boos which intensify when The Maori Badass steps out through the entrance gate. Va'aiga smiles and soaks up the jeers of the crowd who have spotted his New Zealand All Black Rugby jersey, and The Maori milks the hatred and venom of the crowd with a confident, cocky smile.

Va'aiga: Well, The Maori would love to say it's good to be back in Australia. But as so many others before me have felt, it isn't.

The Maori smirks as the crowd pour more vitriol and hatred towards the mic wielding Maori.

Va'aiga: Seems like The Maori is as popular as ever with the Australian fans. And your boos tell me one thing. To piss off this many Australians at once... well that means The Maori MUST be doing something right. It's a special occasion tonight, so The Maori has decided to come out wearing his colours. You may recognise the shirt as the same one that Richie McCaw and Keiran Reid wore when they were diving over your try line in that SWEET victory we earned against your lot this week. Still, what is that, 10 in a row for the Kiwis over Australia? You must be getting used to it by now. You even picked an Islander on your team, which should be an upgrade over any...

The Maori takes a deep breath before spitting out his usual anti Australian insults

Va'aiga: ...Akubra hat wearing, beer swilling, heeler chained up in your ute, bogan convict bastards that you usually pick from.

This time the boos are deafening. The crowd can clearly be seen flicking V signs or throwing the bird at Va'aiga as the camera pans round. Focusing back on Va'aiga, The Maori is clearly enjoying himself given a chance to insult the residents of his least favourite country.

Va'aiga: Now I'd love to gloat all night about just how much better my country is than yours, but there are more important things to talk about. Trinity, The Maori KNOWS that you are back there listening. Now for all of those who don't know, and The Maori presumes that includes the crowd here because if The Maori wanted to find someone who didn't know, he'd point at an Australian, The Maori has a rematch clause. Which means that The Maori gets a shot at winning the World Heavyweight Title back. And because the PWA Title deserves more respect than being defended in front of these inbred ingrates, The Maori is going to hold off on winning his title back for now. But seeing as the next PWA Pay Per View is in God's Own Country, New Zealand...

Again the crowd boo vehemently, as Va'aiga arches an eyebrow referring to his homeland by a title that both New Zealand and Australia lay claim to

Va'aiga: So you have your time limit Trinity. Not only are you sitting by while your husband destroys everything we worked for in Murderers' Row, which is a problem that YOU, Trinity, should have started sorting out a long time ago but you have The Maori coming after the Title again, on Pay Per View, LIVE from the Westpac Stadium in Tamaki-makau-rau, or as you Pakeha know it Auckland. The place where Dan Carter became New Zealand's highest points scorer ever when we beat Australia 33-6 last year. Now we can enter that match as stablemates and friendly rivals. Or we can enter that match as enemies. How you and your husband deal with The Row's issues will play a large part in this. And to all the haters here in the crowd...

Va'aiga pauses, then raises his fist as if to throw the Shaka Sign before simply extending his middle finger, showing it proudly to the crowd and walking away.

DAWNING OF A NEW ERA
Written by: Donnie

Wren Chesney straightens her long black dress as Tony Field snaps the buckle to his belt. Wren brushes the strands of sweat drenched hair back over her forehead before pulling it back in a pony tail, trying to keep the hair from sticking to her head.

Wren Chesney: That was…wow.

Tony catches his breath.

Tony Field: Yeah, you, too. What can I say, a woman in power just does something to me, I can’t describe it.

Wren laughs.

Wren Chesney: Is it me, the power, of the fact that you are the man I want to build MY company around now that I have full control.

Tony smirks as he takes a seat by Wren’s desk.

Tony Field: Maybe a little bit of all three.

Wren takes a seat next to Tony as she continues to straighten her dress.

Wren Chesney: I took a big chance, but it paid off. Now with me at the helm of this company, and you as my golden boy, it’s time to make this company great and get even richer. It’s almost time for you to cash in your title shot.

Tony shakes his head in disagreement.

Tony Field: As intriguing as that is, I think we need to wait a little bit.

Wren Chesney: Tony, I’ve taken great risks for you. I let you play your little games with Glen, and now it’s time to move on. As much as I hate to say it, he beat you at your own game at Point of No Return.

Tony Field: Did he? Have you checked his contract lately?

Wren perks an eyebrow.

Wren Chesney: What do you mean check his contract?

Tony Field: When you get a chance, check his contract. I always have a contingency plan.

Wren takes a deep breath then lets out a sigh.

Wren Chesney: Well good, now that you’re done with Terminus, you can cash in that title shot we got you.

Tony Field: OH believe me, I’ll be cashing it in, but in due time. I don’t want to be JJ Biggs and be the guy who comes up an inch short every damn time and just won’t go away. When I cash in my chips, I’m taking the title. I just have to wait for the right time to throw my name in there.

Wren Chesney: I sometimes think you just play your games and don’t cash in that shot because I’m in your ear telling you to. It would damage your ego too much to have someone think you were cashing in at my orders.

Tony Field: Maybe, but isn’t that same ego that keeps you creaming yourself time and time and time again.

Wren blushes, and then chances the subject.

Wren Chesney: Tony, I need a favor.

Tony Field: Anything, just ask.

Wren Chesney: My play for power wasn’t without consequences. I’m afraid our little slant eyed friend has made some very serious threats against my life.

Tony Field: So let me guess, you want some protection?

Wren shrugs her shoulders.

Wren Chesney: It might be smart. It’s probably nothing, but if I don’t take it seriously…

Tony Field: Say no more. I’ll put Frankie on it the rest of the night, and then I’ll get a few of his guys on you from here on out until it’s safe.

Wren leans over, kissing Tony on the side of his neck.

Wren Chesney: Thanks. I could hire someone myself, but the connections you have…

Tony laughs.

Tony Field: Yeah, ask the guy with the mobster dad for protection. I can’t say I blame you. Now tell me again how you plan to build this company around me now that you have absolute control over PWA, you know how it makes my dick hard…

Wren gives Tony a knowing look.

Wren Chesney: You’re the future face of PWA. You’re the new direction this company’s going to take under my direction. Together, Chesney-Field will be the name that revolutionized this business. We’ll have the unlimited powers and our names will be on the tip of everyone’s tongue in this industry.

Tony leans in to Wren’s ear.

Tony Field: Tell me about the power……mmmmm….are you ready for round two yet?

TRIBUTE TO BUTTERED BREAD
Written by: Theresa

Trinity steps into the rarely if ever seen referee lounge. Several sparse tables with a metal folding chair set up each have been scattered around an otherwise empty room. The single light bulb overhead casts far reaching shadows into the corners of the space. Each has a small tent card on it with the referee’s name, signifying this to be their personal area for the night. A few have bags lying on them, and a couple has the customary striped shirt of the ref lying over the chair. Trinity, dressed in street clothes of low slung jeans and a buttoned purple silk shirt looks around the room with obvious displeasure. “I thought the newbies locker rooms were bare bones – this is worse by a long shot! You’d think your referees would be afforded a little bit of comfort considering someone is always going to dislike what they do. This is pitiful.”

She strolls along the tables until she finds the one with Sasha’s Brown’s name on it and lays a colorful bouquet of flowers across the table. As Trinity turns to leave, a burly security guard rushes in followed by Ms. Sasha. ”You can’t be in here!” he screams.

Trinity shrugs and looks him up and down coolly. “You know who I am, correct? I have no explosives and no reason to cause harm to our hard working referees. I just wanted to say thank you for the concern over my well being that was shown to me at Point of No Return.”

“I know who you are Ms Champion lady, but this could very well be considered a bribe.” The guard exclaims and reaches for the flowers. Sasha snatches them away as Trinity steps in front of him.

“Seriously? Flowers a week after an event could be considered a bribe? Money I could see, expensive tokens, maybe. But few flowers? Not so much. So you can just ease up there buddy, its not like I am bestowing a gift upon the referee for my match tonight … at least I don’t think I am … that would be just wrong of me to try an influence a ref in such a manner.”

Sasha waves the guard away and turns to Trinity. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“Hey, we’re both women in positions many of the men in this industry think we don’t belong in. It’s just a small token of appreciation for letting me stay on the floor as long as you did.”

“Once I knew you were ok, it was up to you. You played it smart against two big men. All I did was try to make sure everyone walked out on their own. You took a hell of a beating, was it worth it?”

Trinity grins and pats the title covering from her ribs to just below her hip. “Climbing the mountain is never easy, but the view from the top and the ability to close a few traps is well worth it.”

With a wink, Trinity moves toward the door. “I’ve taken up enough of your time. Good night.”

Trinity slips out of the door and lets it close behind her. A twisted smile crosses her face. “Sometimes I’m just too good at this playing nice crap. It can never hurt to butter your bread even if you don’t intend to eat it right away ….”

NON-TITLE
Zakk Bryce vs. Jack Gaither ©
Written by: John & Andrew

Franks: I've got to say, I'm looking forward to this next contest, because it features the ever-improving Light Heavyweight Champion, Jack Gaither, going up against the up and coming rookie, Zakk Bryce. Can Bryce gain a big win over a current title holder to propel him up the rankings, or will Gaither continue to establish himself as one of the top stars in the sport with another big victory? Let's find out....

Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a non title match....

* A slight sound of feedback hums over the speakers as the arena is covered in light blue lighting. Then the opening riffs of "The Hurt (Paid My Dues) by House of Broken Promises starts to blare through the speaker system. Zakk Bryce steps out on the ramp to be met with a chants of "You suck" from the crowd.

Bryce shakes his head in disgust with the crowd and stalks down the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope. Bryce heads straight to a neutral corner and starts to stretch using the ropes.*

Ferdinand: Introducing first, weighing 209lbs, and hailing for St. Louis, MO...Zakk Bryce!!!

* 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 181lbs, and hailing from Corpus Christi Texas, the current PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion, "The Golden Eagle" Jack Gaither!!!!

* The crowd gives Gaither a big ovation as the referee for the contest, Andy Sheppard, issues some final instructions and then signals for the opening bell. *Ding!* Zakk immediately charges toward his rival, looking to catch him off guard, but the Light Heavyweight Champion simply pivots on his heel and spins into a hard back kick that connects flush into his rival's gut. A Reverse Punch to the jaw follows, followed by five consecutive elbow strikes that send his rival staggering back into the ropes. Pressing the issue, Jack grabs his rival's arm and tries to whip him into the other set of ropes, only to have his rival reverse the attempt and send him hurtling into the strands. Bryce bends down as his rival rebounds toward him, looking to take him over into a Back Bodydrop...But Jack has presence of mind needed to somersault backward over his rival to his feet before leaping up and catching him with a beautiful Jumping Roundhouse Kick as he turns around! Zakk crashes to the canvas, and his rival quickly applies the cover: 1....2....Kick Out!*

Franks: Gaither's looking awfully impressive so far, and Tony Field's protege seems to be at a loss to deal with his rival's striking abilty!

* Undaunted, Gaither hauls his rival back to his feet by the arm and twists it into an arm wringer before whipping his rival back first into the nearest corner. The Golden Eagle then follows his rival in with a high elevation Running Corner Dropkick that causes Bryce's head to snap back on his shoulders as he tumbles forward to the mat! Rising to his feet, Gaither then vaults to the top rope and leaps off into a beautiful 450 Splash onto his prone opponent! SIDEWINDER! THUMP! IT CONNECTS! Cover! One.....Two.....THRE-Kick Out! Gaither seems surprised that this wasn't able to finish, but quickly collects himself and reaches down to apply the dreaded IRON CLAW to his opponent's face! As the crowd cheers him on, Jack cranks up the pressure on the hold; Zakk tries to resist its effects, but gradually his efforts begin to subside...As soon as that happens, the Golden Eagle lifts his rival up on his shoulders, looking to nail the SAMBA SLAM!!! ~

Quadros: NO! Bryce counters! Way to go, kid!

* Indeed, Bryce still as the presence of mind needed to rake his rival's eyes; and this gives him the chance to slide down his momentarily blinded opponent's back and shove him as hard as he can into the nearest corner! Gaither lands chest first with a loud "oof" and stumbles backward into Bryce's grasp; before the LH champion can react, Zakk powers him off the mat and takes him over into a nice Backdrop Suplex! Bryce then rolls over and applies the cover, : 1.....2......Kick Out! Bryce climbs back to his feet and pulls his rival u; he then scoops him off the mat and drives him down with a hard Body Slam, before following up with a Snap Legdrop across his rival's throat. Another cover: 1.....2.....T-Another Kick Out! Bryce takes a deep breath to stay cool and then hauls his opponent back to his feet, before raking the eyes once more to keep him blinded. Taking advantage of the opening, Bryce bulls his opponent into the ropes, and then whips him into the other strands, ebfore leaping up and catching him on the rebound with one of the prettiest Standing Dropkicks that you're ever going to see!*

Quadros: SICK Standing Dropkick from Bryce and that just about knocked Gaither's head off! Man, the more I see of Bryce, the more I like him...And if he continues to execute moves like that, I'm going to like him even more!

* Gaither crashes hard onto his back, and Bryce breaks out into a wide grin as he makes his way over to where his rival lies and applies another cover, this time making a point of hooking the leg: One........Two........THRE-Kick Out Again! Bryce is starting to look frustrated, and vents it by delivering a series of mounted punches before he ducks to the outside and then Slingshots into a Senton across his rival; in one smooth motion he then rolls back to his feet and flips into a Standing Moonsault for yet another pinfall attempt: One..........Two..........THREENO! Gaither just will not stay down! Zakk's face twists into a mask of rage as he pulls his rival off the mat and sets him up for his Zakk Attack Implant DDT!!! *

Quadros: THIS COULD BE IT!!!!

* Only to have his Gaither somehow find the strength needed to shift his weight and counter into a Back Bodydrop that dumps his rival to the mat! After taking a moment to shake off the abuse that he's suffered, Jack waits for his rival to begin to rise and then races forward and connects with his Crash Landing Knee Strike to the chest! Down goes Bryce, and Gaither immediately follows up by applying the STF that he refers to as THE DOUBLE WHAMMY! Zakk screams in agony as Jack cranks up the pressure on the submission hold, but fortunately for him he's pretty close to the ropes and after a moment is able to claw his way forward and grab onto the bottom strand to force a break of the hold!*

Franks: Great comeback by Gaither when it appeared that all was lost, and a nice display of heart from Bryce to keep himself in this match. Gaither's in control, but you get the feeling that the victory is there for the taking for either of them!

*As Jack Gaither continues to go back to work on Zakk Bryce, Tony Field's manager Derek Daughtery kips up to the apron and distracts the referee.*

CARL: Uh-oh...now come on! Get that guy out of here!

RAY: Here comes Tony Field--this should be good!

*Tony Field makes his way to the ring and immediately PLASTERS Jack Gaither with his Real Deal superkick!*

RAY: See!? I told you so!

CARL: There was NO reason to do that--LOOK!

RAY: Oh, NO!

CARL: HERE COMES HIROKO--THIS CROWD'S GOING NUTS!

*Just as Field delivers his superkick to Jack Gaither, wife Hiroko steps into the ring to take on Zakk Bryce! The crowd loves every second as Bryce takes a swing at the smaller Japanese woman, but Hiroko--a former martial arts champion--blocks the punch and immediately plants her right foot into Zakk's balls! Everyone goes nuts as the expression on Zakk Bryce's face becomes clear, and Tony Field's protege crumples to the mat holding onto his family jewels. Meanwhile, Derek Daughtery gets back down from the ring, causing the referee to turn around and see both Jack Gaither and Zakk Bryce laid out in the ring--as well as Tony Field and Hiroko Gaither. Instantly, the veteran PWA official calls for the bell!*

[DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING!]

FREDDY FERDINAND: Ladies and gentlemen, here is the referee's official decision: he has ruled this bout...a DOUBLE DISQUALIFICATION!

*The crowd is not happy over this decision, and the Australian fans let the referee know how they feel about the double-DQ with a soccer-style chant.*

FANS (in iambic pentameter): THE REFEREE'S A WANKER! THE REFEREE'S A WANKER! THE REFEREE'S A WANKER!

*The chant continues as we now see Tony Field and Hiroko Gaither move closer and closer to the center of the ring!*

CARL: Uh-oh...get out of there, Hiroko!

RAY: She's NUTS if she wants to take on Tony Field!

CARL: For safety's sake, don't do this Hiroko! You may be a former martial arts champion, but you're also only 4'7"!

*"The Real Deal" develops a sick and perverted smile across his face as he starts to lay his hand on the Chiba City native in a rather suggestive fashion.*

CARL: Oh come on! Dammit, Tony--keep your hands to yourself!

RAY: I think "The Real Deal" wants to check out Hiroko's assets. Look at this--she's smiling!

CARL: This could be a very combustible--YES!

*Hiroko has had enough and decides to slap the shit out of Tony Field! As the St. Louis resident favors his left cheek, that perverted grin never leaves his face. As the wife of Jack Gaither reaches back to kick the former Tag Team Champion in the nuts, Tony immediately kicks Hiroko in the midsection--setting him up for his signature hold!*

RAY: Oh yes! The shrimp's in big trouble!

CARL: My God--NO! Don't do this Tony! That's a WOMAN dammit!

*Too late! The crowd vents all of its anger as "The Real Deal" PLANTS Hiroko with his patented Field Envy! Just as Jack Gaither struggles to get back into the ring to see what Tony has done to his wife, Field, along with Zakk Bryce and Derek Daughtery, leaves the ring. "WANKER" chants are directed at Field and company as "The Golden Eagle" checks on his wife!*

CARL: Good God Almighty! I don't believe this: Tony Field just applied his Field Envy to a woman, and not just "any" woman--that was Jack Gaither's wife!

RAY: That punter of a lady got what she had comin'!

CARL: Look at Jack's eyes! There is definitely gonna be some very SERIOUS repercussions after what we just saw, and I wouldn't be surprised if there was bloodshed! Tony Field has just made this war of words with Jack Gaither a personal one!

*Jack looks at "The Real Deal" with a look of "I'm gonna fucking kill you" on his face as we go to break!*

WINTER OF DISCONTENT
Written by: 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, and his Premiere title, 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. He asks for, and is handed, a microphone, to address the crowd.

Slade: What is up, Darwin, Australia? What an interesting time to be in the wrestling business, huh? I mean, I’m still Premiere Champion; Trin has become YOUR WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION—

Slade pauses to allow the crowd to chant her name across the building, and that brings a smile to his face.

Slade: —and at least one half of Murderers’ Row is at the top of the universe. Things couldn’t get any better.

Slade smirks again, soaking in the reaction he is receiving.

Slade: As it stands, I am the longest reigning Premiere Champion in this company’s existence. I have defended this title—

He lifts the title over his head proudly, finding a more mixed reaction than before.

Slade: —successfully more times than anyone else in PWA history. I have owned THIS title since I beat Va’aiga at Violation 83, and nobody—NOBODY—has ever come close to taking it from me. I am on my way to being the GREATEST champion that the Premiere Wrestling Alliance will ever see. I’ve wrestled against your precious “Gem Champ” twice in a row, each win more convincing than the last. I’ve beaten EVERYONE who has dared challenge my throne. And this thing… this albatross around my neck… this dead weight of a title has only led me to uninspired matches against less worthy opponents than I deserve. I’m done with it.

Slade smiles and throws the belt down on the mat, to a loud chorus of boos.

Slade: Yeah, yeah, I get it. You people don’t want to see anyone else hold this title. Normally, I would agree with you, since I’m the only one you remember holding it. But the longer I hold it, the less relevant I appear in the grand scheme. If I keep that stupid belt around my waist, or over my shoulder, or around my neck, or even in my hands, then I can still be trivialized. I can’t stand for that, and from now on, I won’t.

The crowd continues to boo, as Slade kicks the belt to the far corner of the ring.

Slade: This belt will NEVER be around my waist again. For me, I’m going to be sending a message to the assclowns in the back who have decided that it would be a good enough distraction for me to keep me buried in the Premiere Title picture. That message is NO—MORE! I won’t be held back, I can’t be held back, and if I’ve got to go ‘Scorched Earth’ on the ENTIRE ROSTER to prove my point, then by God, I will do it. So to the Front Office… come get your piece of shit belt. I don’t want it anymore.

Slade drops the mic in the center of the ring, stalking his way to the back with a self-satisfied smirk on his face as the boos rain down on him.

GETTING THE HELL OUT OF HERE
Written by: Neil

Secretary Leah Adams is sitting behind her desk somewhere in the arena while going over paperwork for the missing Commissioner that is beginning to grow a foot high. Who knew there could be so much work left over from one man missing for a week? Oh well.

Wait, and here comes Commissioner Butcher down the hall with a limp in his step and a bruised and bloody body still prevalent from Sandman's beatings. Hell, half of that is leftovers from his match against Captain Howdy that he never properly washed after for over a week since Sandman dragged him away in a body bag post match.

Leah Adams: My God, Commissioner! Are you okay?

Panting and breathing hard from being chased by Howdy and Sandman, the broken down Butcher leans against her desk while still wearing his wrestling gear from his Point of No Return 3 match.

The Butcher: I'll...I'll be fine, Adams. You wouldn't happen to...to, whew...have a phone with you?

Leah Adams: Nikki has been worried sick about you...

The Butcher: Yeah well I'll get to her later so I can discuss her little cane shot to my giblets! Phone?

The British secretary fumbles through her purse and hands Commissioner Butcher her cell phone before making a rather awkward face due to the hobo-like smell permeating from his body.

The Butcher: Thank you, Adams...I'll return this when I can but for now I have to run.

Leah Adams: Wait, where are you going?

The Commissioner begins to hobble away in his beat up form with her cell phone in hand. As he staggers down the hall, he never looks back while he answers her question.

The Butcher: I'm getting the Hell out of here! If anyone calls looking for me, take a message!

The Commissioner disappears around the corner carefully while trying to dial a number on the phone. Secretary Adams looks at the stack of papers on her desk and sighs since she has no idea what to do with them.

Leah Adams: But Commissioner! Oh nos this isn't going to be good. This isn't going to be good at all!

THE BEST CHOICE
Written by: Dan

[Backstage, Scott Alexander is finishing up his stretches in preparation for his match with former World Champion Va'aiga as he is approached by Dominik O'Cronin, the adviser who made his seemingly unwanted debut at Point of No Return 3.]

Alexander: What do you want Dom? You do know that I have to get 100 percent prepared for the biggest match of my career, right?

O'Cronin [with a sarcastic smile on his face]: Oh Scotty, so stuck in the now...not goal oriented enough. Without a single doubt, I want you to take Va'aiga down tonight, but let's not forget the grand plan Scott. I just want to make sure that you are still on game for tonight to invite our third partner for next week's six-man tag match.

[Scott, like his father, bites down on his bottom lip to avoid saying what he truly wants to say.]

Alexander: I don't get it, not at all...but yes.

O'Cronin: What is there to get? It makes the most sense. I can't be everywhere all of the time Scott, so what you need is an alignment, a side alliance if you will. You are young and green and a fresh face and so is he...its a....perfect union.

Alexander: But what about....

[O'Cronin shakes his head and stops Alexander's thought dead in it's track.]

Alexander: You are right, we can trust this guy...[Scott smiles]...it's the best choice.

[Dominik nods at him as Alexander walks away. As he does, O'Cronin's happy-go-lucky smile turns into dreadful face of pure anger and then into a maniacal grin.]

O'Cronin: Perfect.

OBJECTION!
Written by: John

*The 103rd edition of PWA Violation goes on the air as ”Head Like a Hole” from Nine Inch Nails begins to play, and out from the back steps Wren Chesney, who is immediately greeted with boos and whistles from the Darwin, Australia crowd. Wearing her usual black attire, the evil PWA Board member looks to be in great shape as she makes her way toward the ring and forcefully snatches a mike from an attendant.*

WREN CHESNEY: Well, well—how’s it going you crocodile hunting inbreds?

*Whoops, Ms. Chesney finds out that that particular insult wasn’t the best thing to say in front of these Australians, and the fans let her know exactly how they’re feeling right about now with a special soccer-style chant.*

FANS (singing rhythmically): WREEEN CHESNEY: YOU’RE A WANKER, YOU’RE A WANKER! WREEEN CHESNEY: YOU’RE A WANKER, YOU’RE A WANKER! WREEEN CHESNEY: YOU’RE A WANKER, YOU’RE A WANKER! WREEEN CHESNEY: YOU’RE A WANKER, YOU’RE A WANKER!

WREN: Oh gee, if I’m a wanker, then that Irwin guy was probably a closet masochist who loved getting stung by stingrays!

FANS: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

CARL FRANKS: Oh my, Wren—that was uncalled for!

RAY QUADROS: Shut it, Franks.

CARL: Fans, we have to apologize for the remarks that our colleague has made—completely distasteful.

WREN: Oh God—that felt so good, it’s not even funny. HOWEVER…you wanna knew what felt better than that little insult I threw your way!? At Point of No Return, I screwed that Oriental guy out of PWA forever! While he may claim the rights to our video library, that—my fellow Australians—is a thing of the past, because this is a NEW PWA, and I WILL make it into MY image. This is MY company, and you will all bend to MY will!

*More boos and whistles cascade from the fans as they start another “WANKER!” chant.*

FANS: WANKER! WANKER! WANKER!

WREN: You can call me a wanker all you want to, but the fact of the matter is that I am gonna mold this company into how I want it to be, and the first thing that I’m gonna do is to get rid of two people who have been thorns in my side for the past several years. I’m talking about—

VOICE-OVER: “OBJECTION!!!”

*The PWA Board member wonders "what the hell" as the famous "OBJECTION!" bubble--from the famous "Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney" Nintendo DS trilogy--flashes on the big screen for all the world to see. Without warning, the opening riff to Led Zeppelin’s “Whole Lotta Love” begins to play, which causes the Marrara Hockey Centre audience to go absolutely APESHIT!*

RAY: Holy FUCKING Jesus! Tell me it ain’t ”her” comin’ back from the dead!

CARL: It CAN’T be!?! But…th-th-that’s SAMANTHA’S music—and look at Wren! She’s having flashbacks of the times she had to deal with the LEGENDARY British hairstylist when they were Co-Commissioners!

RAY: Shit man—Samantha’s been dead for ten months! Where the hell is this company going!?

CARL: Wait a minute—it’s Hiroko! Hiroko is coming to the ring!

RAY: Oh boy…the shit is gonna hit the fan now.

*Hiroko, wife of PWA World’s Light Heavyweight Champion Jack Gaither, makes her way to the ring to the classic Zeppelin tune. As the crowd cheers for the Chiba City native, Wren’s eyes widen in shock—for she’s been interrupted again by an apparent message from beyond the grave! With a second mike in hand, the only daughter of Ryu Sawada begins to speak.*

HIROKO GAITHER: Ladies and gentlemen, I must apologize for choice of music. Jakku sang song at karaoke bar in Tokyo the other night, and I couldn’t get tune out of head—it was…very…smashing.

*The crowd eats this up with a mix of cheers and laughs. Meanwhile, the look on Wren’s face changes to a rather menacing expression as she prepares to admonish her smaller counterpart in the ring.*

WREN: How DARE you interrupt me, you…you little shrimp! I oughta wring your tiny little body out until your retarded—

HIROKO (very angry): Ren: SHUT UP…AND LISTEN…WHAT I HAVE TO SAY RIGHT NOW!!

*Instant pop from the crowd for Hiroko’s command!*

RAY: Whoa! You can’t tell the boss what to do!

CARL: Hiroko just did, and this crowd loves it!

HIROKO: You, Ren Ches-a-knee, dishonor company! You dishonor your own colleague, and…most important…you dishonor my father and family! As Jakku would say right now, to be…very frank: I am very pissed off!

*The place goes nuts at Hiroko’s surprising use of English profanity, and now, the black-dressed PWA executive can only muster a large gulp as Hiroko, wearing a matching red dress of her own, continues on.*

HIROKO: If not for you Ren, my father would have save Premiere from what would be certain death. Everyone around world will remember you for the fact that you will just run company into grave and take contract with you. When you die, everyone around world will remember you as cowardly “gaishou” who once had crabs condition. In essence, you will be remembered as woman with no honor, no loyalty, and no…respect.

*Uh-oh, Wren has had enough of Hiroko’s speech!*

WREN: Now YOU listen to me! I will NOT stand there and tolerate your DISRESPECT of me! This is MY fuckin’ company, and I will—

HIROKO (in a rather angry tone of voice): SILENCE OR I KICK FACE IN!!

*The entire arena goes NUTS with a pop so loud, the roof nearly blows right off its top! Even Carl Franks stands and applauds Hiroko’s unquestioned bravery.*

HIROKO: I wish my father was here to teach you lesson in what happen when you betray someone, but he not here tonight. However, I am good teacher too. In Japan, when you betray friend or colleague, they never forget—even when you die! Honor very serious thing, and father was right when he say that you are coward. Your shame and sin will last for a thousand generation, and until you—and YOU alone—atone for betrayal, you, your children, and your grandchildren will NEVER be welcome in my country EVER again!

RAY: Oh man…this will NOT bode well for poor Wren!

CARL: Hiroko is laying down the law and putting Wren in her place! I personally love it—and so do these fans!

FANS: HI-RO-KO! HI-RO-KO! HI-RO-KO! HI-RO-KO! HI-RO-KO! HI-RO-KO!

CARL: This is the LOUDEST I have ever heard in my 30-plus year career!

HIROKO: Ren, I have come here tonight to pass message to you. As Jakku would say: history revolve around who wins or loses, and while you may laugh and party now, the game…over for you! You see Ren, while you celebrate the fact that you have contract of Premiere roster, you must understand that my father now owns entire history of Premiere, and HE alone will have say whether or not you will be shown on Internet or national media. Your name will be wiped from Premiere record forever, and you will not exist anymore in puroresu history. You will no longer own right to use Premiere name, likeness, logo—ANYTHING! You will have no choice but to start over from the ground, and like Jakku always say: your way will never work. Speaking of which, I have more news for you. While you may have contract of entire Premiere worker, you forgot to read fine print when you broker deal. There are two contract that you CANNOT touch—which mean you cannot fire for any reason! Those two contract…belong to myself…and Jakku!

*Oh yes—this crowd gets into it!*

RAY: The hell, man!?

CARL: Jack and Hiroko can’t be fired, and Wren doesn’t like that at all!

*The evil PWA Board member turns her back to “The Sakura Princess,” but just as she is about to leave the ring to a chorus of boos, Hiroko stops her in her tracks.*

HIROKO: With that said, I have one last message: this one…is from father!

[THUMP!]

*The Chiba City native slams her mike down and PLASTERS the bigger Wren Chesney in the teeth with a roundhouse kick as she turns around to confront the former martial artist! Wren simply crumples to the mat as her mike hits the ground with a thump as well!*

CARL: My God—Hiroko just kicked Wren Chesney’s teeth in, and this crowd’s going nuts!

RAY: Not a smart move, Carl. Not good at all.

*As Hiroko goes back to her usual grinning self, Led Zeppelin’s “Whole Lotta Love” plays on as the cameras catch the sight of Wren Chesney staggering to get back up and favoring her jaw! She spews anti-Asian venom at the former karate champion, but the lovely Mrs. Gaither simply waves “bye-bye” as Violation 103 gets off to a rollicking start!*

ANOTHER FEATURED ATTRACTION
Written by: Sabs

The now-former PWA World Heavyweight Champion, Va'aiga, is preparing for his upcoming match and is steaming upset over his recent fortunes. The crowd cheers as he slips on his last peace of clothing. He then gets mentally prepared for battle by getting to his feet in a locker room marked 'Murderers' Row' and begins shadowboxing. However, once he does so, in steps NightTrain to a thunderous ovation. His eyes are focused on Va'aiga - and the same is done in return. NightTrain slowly nods toward the former world heavyweight champion and softly speaks.

NightTrain: No matter what happens with Tha' Row? .... You .... you - are my brother for life, man.

The crowd cheers hearing that from NightTrain. He continiues as Va'aiga nods and smirks hearing what just came from NightTrain's thoughts. 'The Gem Champ' gets surly with the next words that come out of his mouth.

NightTrain: And this 'Slade thing?' I can tell you .... that Jonathan David Smith, III .... is another 'Featured Attraction.' In other words - he's a selfish, whiny, ungrateful bastard .... just like JJ Biggs! I'm through with all of this laundry!

And with that, and a cheers, NightTrain leaves Va'aiga dumbfounded. He shakes his head and sighs, having a look of disbelief. He looks straight ahead as thoughts surround itself with Tha' Row - and the overall health.

REGULAR RULES
Scott Alexander vs. Va’aiga
Written by: Nathan

Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for one fall; introducing first, hailing from New York, New York and weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-five pounds. He is Scooootttt Allllleeexxxxannnddeerrrr!

[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 salue, ala his wrestling idol 'HotShot' Chris Michaels.]

Ferdinand: And introducing his opponent, hailing from Rotorua, New Zealand...

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

And weighing in at three hundred and fifty pounds...

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

..He is, "The Maori Badass" Vaaaa'aaaiiiiggggaaaa!

The chanted intro to "All Mighty Booyaa" by The Booya TRIBE sound round the arena as Va'aiga out from the back, head bowed, his face shadowed by the hood his boxing style entrance robe. Va'aiga walks down the ramp and throws back the hood of his entrance robe.

Franks: I don't remember a time when Va'aiga didn't come to the ring through the crowd for a match.

Quadros: Would you travel through this crowd if they hated you this much, Carl?

Franks: Good point.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

WEST COAST LUV!
PLAY Y'ALL HUH?
COMIN' THRU YA!
BOOYA!

With his heavily tattooed face revealed, Va'aiga walks slowly across to the ring, handing his robe to an attendant before stepping through the ropes and walking inside. Va'aiga looks amongst the crowd, taking in every second of their booing and insults.

The bell rings. Booooooooooooooo! "Va'aiga Sucks! Va'aiga Sucks! Va'aiga Sucks!" Scott looks amongst the fans, a small smile on his face. Va'aiga shakes his head in disgust as he and Alexander begin circling each other on the outskirts of the ring. Both men lunge towards each other and lock up in the center of the ring. The crowd continues raining down the boos and insults on Va'aiga. "The Maori Badass" uses his power advantage and drives Alexander back into a corner. The referee slides in between both men to break the hold, and Va'aiga finally backs away. The crowd boos louder as Va'aiga walks towards the middle of the ring. The former World Champion simply stands there, taking everything in as the fans let him know how they feel.

Quadros: These fans really can't stand Va'aiga! I love it!

Franks: It doesn't seem to be bothering Va'aiga one bit.

Scott Alexander charges out of the corner, and Va'aiga tries to catch him with a Clothesline, but Scott ducks under it. Va'aiga turns around and Alexander catches him with a Dropkick to the Knee! Va'aiga drops down to a knee. He starts to get up, but Scott runs up and quickly catches Va'aiga with a Shining Wizard! Va'aiga hits the mat and the crowd is going wild! Scott Alexander is being cheered like there is no tomorrow! Alexander is feeling it, he jumps to his feet and hits the ropes! He comes back with a HUGE elevated Elbow Drop! Alexander with the pin! 1..........2..KICK OUT! Scott quickly hops to his feet and he's motioning for "The Maori Badass" to get to his, as well. And Va'aiga does, only to be quickly met with a toe-kick to the mid-section and Alexander drops him with a DDT!

Franks: It looks like Scott Alexander is feeling it tonight, Ray! He's been all over Va'aiga since the beginning!

Quadros: And these fans are treating him like a rock star! I bet if he beats Va'aiga tonight, Carl, anyone of these women will sleep with him! He could choose!

Franks: Oh, that's enough, Ray.

Va'aiga's head hit the mat hard and he's down. Alexander gets to his feet and the crowd is cheering him on loudly! He quickly exits to the apron and scales to the top rope. Va'aiga is up, though, showing resilience and speed from the big man, as he quickly charges towards the ropes, causing Alexander to slip and crash crotch-first on the top turnbuckle.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Va'aiga climbs onto the middle rope, pulling Alexander up to his feet on the top rope. He hits Alexander with a couple of mid-section body shots, causing Alexander to double-over slightly. Va'aiga grabs him and tosses him overhead with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex from the top rope! Alexander smacks the mat hard and he's down, Va'aiga is momentarily down, as well. And the fans are not happy! They start another chant directed towards Va'aiga, as the former World Champion moves towards Alexander and goes for the pin: 1..............2.......KICK OUT!

Franks: That was a high impact move, Ray! Alexander could have broken his back!

Quadros: Yeah, I think that hurt a little bit.

Va'aiga slowly gets to his feet and he pulls Scott up, as well. He hits Scott with a forearm, which draws more boos from the crowd. Scott, however, reacts and returns the favor with a right hand! Cheers! Forearm by Va'aiga! Booooooooooo! Right hand by Alexander! Yaaaayyyyyy! Forearm! Booooooo! Right hand! Yaaaayyyyyyy! Alexander tries to go for another one, but Va'aiga blocks it. He hits Scott with an additional forearm or two before setting Alexander up and Irish Whipping him across the ring! Va'aiga follows behind him, but Scott scales the turnbuckle and hops off with a Whisper in the Wind! The crowd goes crazy as Scott goes for the pin: 1...............2.......KICK OUT!

Franks: Oh, I thought he had it there! That would have been a huge upset!

Quadros: But the streets of Australia would be dancing!

Scott gets to his feet and looks to continue the assault. He grabs Va'aiga and struggles, but does get him to his feet. He hits Va'aiga in the mid-section with a toe-kick and proceeds to hit the ropes. But Va'aiga comes alive and charges after him.... LARIATTTTTT!!!!!! Alexander is nearly beheaded!!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Franks: Oh, my God!

Va'aiga with the pin: 1...........................2...........................3!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

FIGHT OR DIE
Written by: Sabs & Andrew

Holding his head in his hands and walking like he’s lost, NightTrain looks as though he’s in a state of shock. The crowd immediately cheers upon seeing him as the all-black clad dressed gentleman is totally at a loss for words, thought and action. All of a sudden, he eyes the masked wonder known as Terminus sitting and fretting, via telephone, about his contract situation. The crowd loudly cheers once again as his speech is heard as they see a distraught Terminus sitting on a wooden box crate in the hallway talking.

Terminus: Yeah, I can't believe this either…. There's no way in God's Green Earth that this should have happened. When I defeated Tony at Point of No Return I thought we were finished. DONE. But after he and Wren pulled THIS ….

NightTrain stops as he hears the conversation unfold between Terminus and the other person on the other end.

Terminus: Look sis, I'd REALLY like to take your advice about this. More than anything, I'd like to be able to sit here and agree with you that things will work themselves out, one way or another. But at the moment...I can't do that. The only thing that I can do is sit here and think about the fact that no matter what course of action I choose to take, I am going to be SCREWED....

NigtTrain takes a step closer, and hears Terminus let out a sigh as he listens to his sister say something on the other end of the line,

Terminus: What am I going to do...? I have no idea. I guess I'll let you know when I do. Look...I gotta go...Talking about this is making me feel even more depressed than I already am.

Letting out a sigh, the masked man disconnects. NightTrain smirks out of knowing the frustration, but Terminus takes it the wrong way and regards Raye through cold eyes.

Terminus: You find this funny, Lane? You enjoy watching other people suffer and have EVERYTHING they've worked for taken away from them just like that!? Is THAT why you've got that smirk plastered across your face!?

NightTrain places his hands facing palms downward and motioning in a down position four slow times.

NightTrain: Whoa, Watts. Douse that fire, there. I don’t rejoice in your misfortune. In fact, I feel your pain.

Terminus, taking a deep breath: Yeah...I guess

Watts arises to stand. With only a few inches separating the two in height, NightTrain slightly looks downward to the smaller wrestling giant. He adjusts his masks before speaking.

Terminus: Okay...I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions. It's just...Just...I thought this battle was OVEER. I thought I WON – and then I learn that he pulls this crap on me, and....and...

The masked man doesn't bother to complete the sentence, but decides to punctuate the incomplete sentence with a humorless chuckle. Night Train laughs and places his arm across Terminus' shoulderblades.

NightTrain: Welcome to the world in which I’ve inhabited for the last eight years. You have become the latest graduate OF …. The Real Deal Boomerang Effect!

Terminus: Meaning...?

NightTrain slides the arm off Terminus' shoulderblades and continues speaking.

NightTrain: Remember when you said I had my chance to rid the wrestling world of Field seven months ago and blew it?

Watts slowly nods almost knowing what is about to be uttered afterwards.

Terminus: Yeah. I remember saying that.

NightTrain: Well – you’ve gotten a slight taste of it. You waged a war of wits, skill, patience and even career. You succeeded in winning the battle – but you failed in winning the war. THAT is Tony Field in a nutshell – and as an enemy? There isn’t one person who knows how he works better than I do.

Terminus actually snickers.

Terminus: Yeah – and I see how far that’s gotten you.

NightTrain gets slightly offended at the last comment and steps closer toward Terminus.

NightTrain: Now, what's THAT supposed to mean.

Terminus backs away as to not appear to threaten NightTrain.

Terminus: Easy, man....I just witnessed what transpired out there. How you called out Field after that 4-0 whitewash of a match against Slade.

NightTrain feels ashamed at the outcome of his Point Of No Return III match. He closes his eyes, huffs and proceeds to bury his tongue on the lower left side of his mouth.

NightTrain: The worst match of my life.

Terminus: Yeah – and instead of getting your match? He feeds you Zakk Bryce. Zakk Bryce! He’s feeding you his scraps!

NightTrain looks further to the ground when the word ‘scraps’ comes from Terminus’ mouth.

NightTrain: You know, Glen …. I lost to a bi-sexual team that only wrestled three matches while they were here. I lost to a Baby Boomer wrestler whose one good slam away from injury and one good ‘shroom away from overdosing.

The crowd laughs a little at the last comment.

NightTrain: Then – I get skunked in a condensed version of my specialty match – an Ironman Match – against a man I’ve wrestled more times than Wren Chesney has given head.

The crowd ‘ooohs’ with the last statement uttered by NightTrain. Terminus does the same as NightTrain continues.

NightTrain: And I’m reduced to wrestling someone who still needs breast milk from Rochelle Robinson’s bosom?

Once again the crowd ‘oohs’ as NightTrain continues, still downtrodden.

NightTrain: What an insult! But …. It does beg the question: Do I still have it? Can I come back from being embarrassed? Am I still one of the best competitors in wrestling today?

The crowd unanimously say, ‘YES!!!’ Terminus nods his head and squats to give NightTrain to draw eye contact with him.

Terminus: It's easy to ask yourself that question when you've suffered the type of ill fortune that you have. It's a lot harder to answer it. But if you want a POSSIBLE answer, then here's what I might say if someone asked me that question. I'd say "Yes...Raye Lane remains one of the best wrestlers in this federation, and is just suffering from a losing streak. And that can happen to anyone".

You know this as well as I do, man...Sometimes, no one can hold a candle to you when you get into the ring and perform your magic! Then – the opposite can happen just as easily – and just as fast.

NightTrain sighs and picks up his head. He’s gripping his mouth tight so that he doesn’t shed tears, but he’s emotionally disheveled.

NightTrain: I know. You’re right.

Glen notes the agitation in Lane's face and lets out another sigh as he takes a seat beside Night Train, and begins to speak in a tone of voice that indicates that the message that he's trying ton convey is as much for his benefit as it is for the man seated beside him.

Terminus: You know, all I've wanted to do ever since I was a kid was be a wrestler. I used to practice moves constantly when I was young with the hope that one day I might get a chance to use them in an actual match...Things were going pretty well at the start, and I picked everything up pretty easily...

But then that changed one day, when I started working ona more complicated spot....Leap to the top rope followed by a Moonsault. And I couldn't get it, Raye. I tried once, and missed. Tried it again. Missed. Tried a third time...And damned near KILLED myself. After that try, I said, “I’m done! I’m done with this moonsault! I’m done with this ring! I’m done with wrestling!” And you know something Raye...In that moment, I meant every word.

Night Train: What changed your mind, Glen?

Terminus: My Dad. He was watching me practice, and after I stormed out of the ring he caught up to me and said something I'll never forget. He said, and I quote..

“Glen what is your problem! I thought I raised a MAN instead of a boy! You listen to me – because I’m only going to say this once: There are only two kinds of men in this world – those that FIGHT … and those …. that DIE! The ones who are successes in this world work until they CAN’T anymore! THEY FIGHT for everything there IS out there! The ones who want to cry about every hangnail, every defeat, every hardship?! A little bit of their manhood dies with them. So WHICH ONE ARE YOU?”

I knew I had to answer that question...So, one hour later, after falling hard time after time after time .... I landed three straight moonsaults from leaping to the top rope from the canvas.

I fought through the pain, Raye. And in the end, I succeeded.

NightTrain closes his eyes, looks downward, drinks in the power of that story and sighs very hard. Terminus continues to speak.

Terminus: So, right now strikes me as being a good time to issue the same challenge to you my father laid in front of me ...

NightTrain locks eyes with Terminus. The soulful burning is etched in the masked wonder’s eyes while pain is wracked in NightTrain’s gaze.

Terminus: Raymonde Thelonious Lane. Do you wanna’ fight? …. Or do you ….

Terminus quietly speaks the last words – walking to get face-to-face with NightTrain.

Terminus: …. wanna’ DIE?!

The crowd cheers the words Terminus spoke to NightTrain as they stand there frozen for roughly ten seconds. Then, a slight nod from NightTrain is followed by a slight smile. Terminus, even through the mask, returns the gesture.

NightTrain: Thank you, Glen.

As the two men clasps hands in a handshake, the crowd roars as they love the mutual respect they’re witnessing.

Terminus: Thank YOU, Raye. You actually forced me to apply the same plan of attack with my situation, too.

They release their handshake and walk their separate ways – leaving the visual of a long, well-lit backstage corridor littered with food, water, stage hands, PWA staff and fellow wrestlers.

EXTENDING AN OFFER
Written by: Dan & Donnie

['I waited for the light to come...to change my life, to change my life....but I am blind, my faith is gone...i'm finding out the good book was wrong...'

The lyrics of Senses Fail's "The Rapture" begin to play as the arena goes deathly black...a single sheet of red light shoots up from the entrance way and Dominik O'Cronin, dressed in jeans, a t-shirt and a worn leather jacket, appears..the red light shooting up at his maniacal grin as he makes his way down the aisle. Shortly behind O'Cronin appears Scott Alexander, looking unsure of the situation as he follows O'Cronin to the ring under a red glow to further discuss the challenge of a match for Violation 104 with The Reggae Boys and Nighthawk. Upon reaching the ring, Alexander stands back patiently as O'Cronin takes the microphone in hand as the lights raise and begins to speak with his heavy Irish accent.]

O'Cronin: My name is Dominik O'Cronin and I am here tonight to address PWA's supposed wrestling machine and his duo of Bob Marley wannabes. Last week, before Point of No Return even, these two newbs took the challenge route and laid out an offer for any man or men who deem there selves worthy enough to step in the ring with them and their mentor Nighthawk. Days later, I made my so-called debut here in the Premiere Wrestling Alliance and when I did, these fools were some of the first ones that I thought of. And while Jason Sandman and that crazy bastard Captain Howdy had already accepted for tonight, I thought...what could be so wrong with offering a lashing to three of them for Violation 104?

What you see in front of you today boys is a duo unlike any other in the history of this profession. And yes, many men have claimed things like this in the past but the important difference is that when it comes from my Irish lips, its the damn truth. Scott Alexander is one of the freshest and brightest shining stars in this sport. He comes from excellence, he was trained by excellence...solely to be excellence. And myself? Well I realize that none of you close-minded bastards here have probably ever seen me in a ring before...but I assure you that I will always go to any level needed to get the job done...win OR lose.

In Christian eschatology, there is an event in the future in which Christians worldwide will be gathered together in the air above us to meet the Savior in his return. This event known as The Rapture is the single most important moment in each and every life of those who are not the rubbish and the scum of this earth. For those of advanced enlightenment...The Rapture is the day where we are all saved in greatest regard. This....

[O'Cronin points to himself, then over to Alexander.]

...is the beginning stages of The Rapture of the Premiere Wrestling Alliance. For some time, you have been sitting here in this crowd, at home on your couch, for some of you backstage...and you have waited for something better...for that SINGLE most important time in their lives where the enlightened will be lifted from the pathetic. For centuries, so-called prophets from William Miller to Issac Newton have attempted to predict a date for the ultimate rapture...and sports entertainment prophets have attempted to predict their own date, their own Rapture. But as Matthew 24:36 will say..."But of that day and hour no one knows, not even the angels of heaven, nor the Son, but the Father only".....

[For the first time, Scott steps in, signaling something to O'Cronin.]

Next week, The Rapture will face off against Nighthawk, one of this company's most decorated ever, and his new tag-team that he has mentored. But unlike the pair of former world champions who will main event against these three tonight...next week will be no handicapped match.......Scott....

[O'Cronin hands off the microphone to Alexander who still looks unsure of his forthcoming task. He takes a visibly deep breath and takes the microphone out of O'Cronin's hand. The crowd hangs in anticipation.]

Alexander: Zakk Bryce....

[The mention of the name draws shock, confusion and a smattering of conversation from the crowd.]

...will you come out here for a minute?

“The Hurt (Paid My Dues)” by House of Broken Promises blares in the arena as Zakk Bryce, the protégé of Tony Field steps into the arena to a loud round of boos. Bryce ignores the crowd as he stalks down the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope, and walking right up to Scott Alexander. Before Alexander can say anything, Zakk grabs a mic.

Bryce: Are you serious? You’re going to call out a member of The Outfit to fight by your side? Have you not been watching the past few months? We keep to our own, we don’t deal with people the likes of you.

Alexander looks over to O’Cronin, who urges him on.

Alexander: Why not make our splash together. Think about it. The son of Dade Davis, one of the most established and biggest stars PWA has ever seen, a man who should be in the Hall of Fame, teaming up with the protégé and student to Tony Field, the man who’s becoming the face of the company. It’s a match made in heaven. Teamed up together, the two of us can star to usher in the future of this company next week at Violation 104, simply by working together.

Bryce: I like where you are going, but here’s the issue. You’re not Outfit, I can’t trust you. Tony would have a …

Alexander: ..fit if you turned down a chance like this. Don’t you think he’d like to take some initiative, to create some waves. After all, your mentor has made his career here in PWA off creating some waves. Don’t you think that following in his footsteps would do him proud?

Bryce eyes up Scott, then O’Cronin. Then he extends his hand to Alexander.

Bryce: I suppose I’ll see you next week then.

With those words Alexander grabs Zakk’s hand and they embrace as they agree to work together. O’Cronin just stands there with a grin on his face, basking in his own success.

CONTRACT? SHE DON'T BELIEVE IN NO CONTRACT!
Written by: Neil

The crowd cheers as Jostrodomus is seen backstage in his gear and ready for his match against JJ Biggs. He's signing some young woman's cleavage while her girlfriends are screaming and yelping for the hotness that is Big Jozzy. He hands the marker back to the girl and smirks back at her as he carries on his way.

Jostrodomus: And don't you forget ladies, party at my suite after the show.

The girls laugh and giggle as they check out their girlfriend's cleavage like it was a brand new pair of shoes or something. Jostrodomus continues down the hallway until he walks into a line of security guards.

Security Guard: Come with us, Joz.

Jostrodomus: Like Hell I will!

Security Guard: By order of Wren Chesney you are to be removed from the premises.

Jostrodomus: This is bullshit! I have a match right now and my contract is all set! She can't throw me out and neither can you!

The security guards look at each other while Jostrodomus prepares for a fight.

Security Guard: Let's get 'em, boys.

Security starts jumping on Jostrodomus from every direction to take him out of the arena. Jostrodomus pitches one over his back and into two of them! One tries to grab him by the leg but gets a Nuff Said superkick to the jaw! Here come more!

Franks: Damn it! This isn't right! Jostrodomus has a match in moments here!

Quadros: He shouldn't have screwed Wren around last year, Carl. Bitch is vengeful!

Jab and an uppercut from Jostrodomus rocks one security guard backwards. OH! One comes from behind and takes a billy club shot to Jostrodomus' knee! They're jumping on his back as he's trying to fight them off! Jostrodomus is down and security is starting to kick his ass with knight stick shots! Two of them hold Jostrodomus up for him to get a stick shot upside the head!

Franks: Oh! Jostrodomus is down! Is this our future, Ray? Thug tactics by Wren Chesney and her goons?

Quadros: Looks like a Rodney King beatdown to me, Carl. Beat his ass and throw him out!

REGULAR RULES
Jostrodomus vs. JJ Biggs
Written by: Neil

Out in the ring JJ Biggs is watching the beat down of Jostrodomus with a smile on his face. Security drags Joz away to throw him out of the building. With that little tidbit of news, JJ Biggs grabs Referee Pierre French by the collar and demands the eye patch referee count out Jostrodomus or else! Referee French dusts himself off and looks towards the outside, beginning to count!

French: One!...

Franks: Oh what the Hell! Jostrodomus has been thrown out of the building and JJ Biggs is going to take the count out win!

Quadros: Ah ha ha ha! Biggs is a genius, Carl!

French: Two!... Three!... Four!... Five!... Six!...Seven!...

“Olle Olle Olle!” kicks up and the Australian crowd starts to cheer! JJ Biggs is irate!

Franks: It's Jose' Jose'!

Quadros: Hey! He's retired I thought!

It is! It is Jose' Jose'! Here comes the Mexican jobber out from the back in his Brett Favre jersey and cheese wedge hat! Both his hands are in casts after he had his fingers broken by Captain Howdy last week!

Franks: Jose' Jose' isn't fit to wrestle a match!

Quadros: Was he ever fit to wrestle a match?

And he bravely slides into the ring with broken hands, allowing JJ Biggs to instantly step on them! Stomp to the hands! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Boooooo! Biggs pays no attention as he drags Jose' Jose' to his feet. He whips the jobber to the ropes and flips him inside out with a big boot to the face! Not hesitating for one moment, Biggs pulls Jose' Jose' up and drills him into the canvass with a BIGGS IMPLANT ddt! He hooks the leg and demands French count! 1!....2!...3!... Ding! Ding! Ding!

Ferdinand: The winner of this match?....um....JJ BIIIIIIGS!

Franks: What a sham!

Quadros: Another win for JJ Biggs! And breaking news, Carl! Jose' Jose' is retired again!

MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE RANCH
Written by: Andrew & Drew

With that self-satisfied smirk firmly plastered on his face, the former Premiere Champion turns the corner and begins to stride toward his locker room...Only to stop in his tracks when he sees Evan Andrews and Natalie Snow of the Judicial Review standing directly in front of his doorway

Slade's eyes narrow as he watches the two members of the Review greet him with smiles that look pleasant, but contain absolutely no trace of humor as the couple begins to applaud him in sarcastic fashion.

Natalie: Lovely speech there, champ...

Evan: Very moving...

Natalie: Moving is indeed the right word to describe what our friend here just said....I'm not certain that my bowels will ever be the same.

Slade: I thought I smelled chicken when I got back here. Then you two appear. So Evan, how's Brad Kane's... I mean your baby?

Evan: Oh, BJ's just fine thanks for asking. I must say, being a father is great...You should try it sometime, Slade.

Natalie: Of course, that might require you to actually have a set of balls. Is that why your lovely wife always seems to be in the presence of Samantha?

Evan: Probably....

Slade: That's so clever, Natalie! Truly! Did that take all night to think of that? How I've missed your well thought out witicisms. Anyways, I have a list of things to do that sounds way more fun than talking to either of you... starting with watching some paint drying, and then maybe catching a Nighthawk marathon DVD. So what is it that you want?

Evan: Well, we figured that we should comment upon that little address of yours John-Boy.

Natalie: You don't mind if we call you John, do you? Of course not....

Evan: So...John...If we're given to understand this correctly- and that's always been somewhat difficult given how incoherent you tend to be- you feel as though you've outgrown the Premiere Title, right?

Natalie: It seems as though you consider yourself to be too IMPORTANT for that particular championship, and are now prepared to vacate it in a manner that happens to be very similar to the way your good friend Ryan Shane vacated that very same belt...

Slade: The OBVIOUS difference between me and Jailbird JJ's new boy toy is, I didn't drop it the very same night. Instead, I've held it for longer than ANY champion in this place not named... well... *pointing at Evan* So please... feed me another useless piece of information, Nat.

Natalie: Ok, how about this for a useless piece of information...We're not allowing you to vacate the title, Johnny. Nope. Can't be done....

Slade stares incredulously at Natalie, the anger bubbling to the surface very quickly.

Slade: I have never hit a woman I wasn't booked to fight, and I'm not going to start now. However, I *will* deck the shit out of Evan here. What did you say?

Evan: Allow me to repeat what my wife just said...And I'll do so verrrrrry slowwwwwwwly so that even someone as limited as you will have no choice but to understand. You...are...still....the....Premiere...Champion.

Slade just smirks, his mind racing at the moment.

Slade: You can't make me defend that piece of shit belt. I won't do it.

Evan steps forward and glares directly at the much larger man.

Evan: Oh, but you most certainly WILL defend your hard-won Premiere Title, against a competitor of our choosing in the very, very near future.

Natalie: Because that's what TRUE champions do, Slade...They DEFEND their title. And you DO wanna be a true champion....Right?

Slade: Bitch, I already AM a true champion. While you two have been at home, playing house? I've been working. While you've let your husband hide behind your skirt? I've been fighting and clawing my way to the top of this company.

Evan: John..In case you haven't forgotten, I already defeated you inside the ring. And, despite what you would have people think, it really wasn't one of my harder matches. So, I would suggest that you stop insulting my wife,..child...or else you'll suffer the same fate that you did the last time we fought.

Slade smiles, closing the short gap between Evan and himself.

Slade: Try me.

Evan stands his ground and a wicked smile flickers across his face as he cocks his fist. But, at that moment, the man who succeeded him appears on the scene, and regards the three with a curious expression apparent through his mask.

Terminus: What's going on...?

Slade: Well, well... if it isn't Thing 2.

Terminus: Very funny, Slade. Well, no...it actually wasn't but I'm not here to comment upon your sense of humor..or lack thereof. I'm here because I need to speak to Evan and Natalie for a moment. It's really important, guys.

Slade: I've got nothing to talk to them about anymore, so I'll leave you to it. So yeah... later. And Evan? If you ever want to dust off your old Thing 1 mask and see whether the third time's the charm, or it's '3 strikes and you're out'... I'll be waiting.

Evan: We're not done yet, Slade. There's still the matter of the title defense that you're going to make,

Slade: I'm not picking that belt up, Evan. You can make me stay the Premiere Champion, whether I want the fucking thing or not. but you can NOT force me to carry that belt.

The new Terminus turns his attention to the tall Texan just stands there for a moment before turning his attention back to the members of the Review.

Terminus: Wait a second...Am I hearing this correctly? Am I hearing that this overgrown asshole is trying to vacate the Premiere Championship!?

Evan: Your ears don't deceive you Glen...

Natalie: John Boy here decided that he's too good for the title, and just threw it down...

Terminus turns his attention back to Slade and can only chuckle and shake his head in disbelief.

Slade: I'm waiting for the part where I give a shit about your opinions.

Terminus: And I'm waiting for you to grow the fuck up and have some god damned respect for this industry. People bleed and sweat and get injured and DIE just to have an opportunity to hold a belt like the Premiere Championship, and you have the nerve...the GALL to toss it away like one of your wife's tampons!? Really? REALLY?

Slade grins, enjoying the riling of the new Terminus.

Slade: Respect is earned, Glen. I've earned mine by pounding Raye into the ground like a railroad spike, and anyone else who has stood in my way. And what have you done? Donned the mantle of a true competitor, no matter how little I like him... and carrying on a tradition? I know tradition. I AM TRADITION.

Glen: Well, you certainly are carrying on the time honored tradition of generic, run of the mill powerhouses who make their living by thumping his chest and screaming at the top of their lungs. But the thing is, Slade...When someone questions what they have inside of them...When they question their heart, those types almost never are able to come up with satisfactory answers. And, one of these days, when everything gets settled and I actually get another contract...

Evan: Wait...You have no contract Glen!?

Terminus: Apparently it expired. But if I get a contract...I'll be happy to ask those questions of you Slade, and see if you're better able to come up with answers than you were the last time we met...

Terminus drops his voice into a low threatening whisper.

Terminus: Get me a contract, guys...And I will not only question his heart, but remove it from the rest of his body.

And with those words, Glen levels a hard glare at Slade before he spins on his heel and leaves while muttering to himself.

Slade: Why wait, Glen?!? I'm not busy. I excel at knocking sense into people who need it most!

Evan: Then you won't have a problem with facing Captain Howdy inside the ring, then, I guess. He's the next competitor in line to challenge you for the belt, John...And the two of you are going to meet in the next couple of weeks, whether you like it or not. Anyway, I'm going to go talk to Glen to see what's going on...Can you take it from here, Natalie?

Natalie: I've got it covered. Well, I guess, the only thing that remains to do is to make certain that you have your belt

Slade: I already told the both of you. I'm not carrying the damn thing.

Natalie, shrugging: I don't care if you carry it...But you will defend it, and I suggest you get ready for that match, John...Because given the mood that James has been in as of late, it might be the last one you ever have. Well, the smell of your pure, unadulterated bull shit is starting to get to me, so I'll say my good day to you now. Hope to see you around..."Champ".

And with a less than friendly smile, Natalie nods her head and begins to walk away from the fuming, would-be former Premiere Champion.

Slade: Great talk, Snow! I'll pass on your kind comments to the missus!

Slade mutters under his breath, "what a bitch."

SAFE FOR NOW
Written by: Paul

CUNT’s security team stands guarding the front door of the arena. As the men talk amongst themselves a voice is heard off in the distance.

Voice: Any of you gentlemen seen Cortez around?

The members look around wondering where the voice is coming from. As they all look outside the door they hear the sound of metal pipe hitting something they look back and see one of their guys laid out. They walk over to check on their partner, and find a note on him.

You gentlemen are safe for tonight; your bosses won’t be so lucky next week. -Sandman

The men start looking wondering if Sandman is in the shadows waiting for them.

WELL THIS IS GOING TO HURT
Written by: Okori

As Nighthawk and the Reggae Boys sit down in their locker room, preparing for their first match as a trio in as close to complete silence as the three men can get, the door yawns open and in walks Johnny Red. Clad in Jamaican-flag knee-length trunks, and black boots, Desmond Thomas stands to the left of Johnny while Neville Buchanan stands on his immediate right.

Johnny Red: "Gentlemen, tonight, you team with your trainer Nighthawk to take on Captain Howdy and Jason Sandman in a three-on-two handicap match. What are your thoughts before your first official PWA match?"

Desmond Thomas: "let me get this right. We ask for a trios match with any three men willing to marshal their forces. And what we get, instead of an honest-to-god trio, is just 2 men. But those 2 men are Captain Howdy and Jason Sandman? There's only one thing to say: This is going to hurt."

Neville Buchanan, placing a Jamaican-flag bandanna over his head: "Big up to Sandman and Howdy. But tonight we are going to have a bashment. And the 2 most dangerous men in the PWA are going to be the guests of honor."

Nighthawk, standing up to join his students: "Goodnight Mutually Assured Destruction. May sleep give you the courage to go on."

CONTRACTUAL DISPUTE?
Written by: Andrew

~ Glen Watts, better known as Terminus, is shown in the backstage area, and is currently engaged in a discussion with PWA's Events Catering Manager, Beth Richmond as the scene begins. ~

Terminus: ...That's why I wanted to talk to you, Beth...To see how Mike was doing, and to apologize for getting him involved in my feud with Tony Field.

Beth: Well, Glen...I appreciate the apology, but you know, it really wasn't necessary. What happened wasn't your fault at all. As far as Mike and I are concerned, the only person that's to blame is Tony himself. And even if we DID think that you were to blame, the beating that you gave Field at Point of No Return MORE than makes up for what happened to my son.

Go, it was such a good feeling to watch that prick finally get what was coming to him...You must feel pretty good about finally making him pay for everything that he did to you..

Terminus, nodding: I do...I've gotta say, it feels pretty damned good to be able to say that I was able to beat him at his own game. It feels good to finally be able to put all this behind me, and move on to bigger and better things...

Beth: Like what, Glen? Gonna try and make a run at one of the titles in PWA?

Terminus: Yeah...I'm thinking about it, Beth. I mean, I've scored some nice wins ever since I succeeded Evan as Terminus, and I think I've proved my worth as a competitor in the process.

So yeah...I think I've done enough to earn a shot at one of the belts here...And I certainly wouldn't turn down a title match if I were given the opportunity.

"Well, that's the thing, Glen...."

~ Glen and Beth whirl around and roll their eyes as they note the sight of Wren Chesney standing in front of them, with a thin manila envelope in their hand and smug, triumphant grin on her face as she continues to speak. ~

Wren: In order for you to compete for any of the titles, you have to be under contract here in PWA. And right now, that just isn't the case...Because at the conclusion of Point of No Return III, the contract that you were working under officially expired!

Terminus, going wide-eyed: Are you serious...!?

Beth: She probably isn't, Glen....She's probably just upset because you put the boots to her latest boy-toy last week....

Wren: Don't you have some food poisoning to cause, Richmond? Maybe you should go make me some lunch....Right NOW...Because if you don't you will never get another chance to make any dish in this federation.

Beth: Fine...I'm sure I can come up with something that you'll enjoy, Wren...

*Muttering so that her words are only half heard by the head of the Board*

And I'll make certain that it's low calorie, to, because from the looks of it, you could stand to use a couple of pounds...

~ Glen smirks slightly through his mask, having heard this comment perfectly, and then nods when Beth pats him on the shoulder and mouths the words "Good Luck." Terminus then turns his attention back to Wren and addresses her in a cold tone of voice. ~

Terminus: Now then...You were saying...

Wren: We were talking about your contract, or lack of one at the moment. Here...I took the liberty of making a copy of your contract so you could see for yourself.

~ With that, Wren hands the envelope to the masked man, who scans the contents and then shakes his head and lets out a long sigh after he finishes. ~

Terminus: Ah...Hell. This sucks....

Wren: Well, yes...For you, anyway. Because I simply will not have someone competing for any title here in PWA when they're not under contract. Why, the could win a belt and then pick up and leave without giving any notice...It's happened before and I'll be damned if I allow it to happen again in MY federation.

Terminus: I understand, Wren...So, I guess the question becomes, what do you want?

Wren: What do I want? I want you to compete in PWA, of course, After all, you are an asset to the company.

But, right now, you're in a position where your contract needs to be renegotiated, and that's something that needs to be addressed before you can resume your career in this federation. So, I guess it's up to me to extend an offer of a new contract. I can tell you already that it won't be nearly as lucrative as the previous one, but it's till one that you should consider very carefully...

Make no mistake, Watts...If you're going to compete in this federation, then you're going to have to do so under MY terms, and ONLY my terms.

Terminus: And, those terms of would involve...?

Wren: You'll find out soon enough, Watts, when you receive the offer at MY earliest possible convenience. Anyway, I should be going, but I just wanted to let you know where you stand....

Which happens to be a place that's located directly under my thumb.

~ With that, Wren Chesney spins on her heel, and walks down the hall, unleashing a burst of derisive laughter while the masked man can only watch her leave as he attempts to process the conversation that just took place. ~

GET YOUR OWN BLOODY TAXI
Written by: Neil

Stepping out of the arena carefully, Commissioner Butcher holds the cell phone up to his ear with a sneer on his face. A security guard that once worked for him looks at the Commissioner who is still wearing his sweaty wrestling gear from last week and tries to hold his lunch after getting a terrible whiff of the The Butcher. Butcher pays no attention to him as he continues walking outside with the cell phone up to his ear.

The Butcher: Damn it, Retter! I'll take care of it...Bargh just listen to me damn it!...Of course you didn't hear from me for a week, what are you on drugs?!...Grrr...I'm leaving now before Howdy or Sandman gets a hold of me again. But listen to me...damn it, listen! Tell Dr. Kirea not to touch Nadia Snow, okay? Don't harm a pretty little hair on her head got it!...Good! I'm getting a taxi now to get the Hell out of here. I'll talk to you later...

He hangs up the cell phone to end his conversation with Simon Retter. He grumbles as he hails a cab while standing at the corner in his black and orange trunks with a scarred and burned body.

The Butcher: Damn it, it's freakin' cold out! TAXI!

One drives up from the street and stops near the sidewalk. The Commissioner hobbles over to the car and swings open the door to get in. Before he can even utter a word, he gets punched in the face and dropped to the sidewalk. Passersby look on but proceed onward while The Butcher fumbles around on the sidewalk. Out of the taxi steps Daz Van Dyke with the metal halo still propping up his broken neck.

DVD: You bloody moron!

Daz kicks The Butcher in the ribs and then stomps on his face, while bystanders finally come to a halt.

DVD: You fucking idiot! What have you done?!

The Butcher: Get off me, Daz!

DVD: I should have never gotten into business with you! You were supposed to break Captain Howdy! Not beat one of his women and take the other one! Have you gone fucking mad?!

Van Dyke lays in another kick and stomp before The Butcher catches his leg and shoves him against the side of the taxi. The helpless and overpowered Daz Van Dyke struggles to get free but Butcher is holding him still by the metal halo frame and going through his pockets.

DVD: Unhand me!

The Butcher: Where the Hell is your wallet? Your money clip? Gimme your money!

DVD: Help! Help! I'm being robbed by a lunatic! Don't just stand there you wallaby! Call the police!

The Butcher: Shut up! Christ...

The Commissioner yanks the man's wallet from out of his back pocket and holds Van Dyke against the taxi momentarily.

The Butcher: There it is. God damn it, Daz, I haven't eaten in a week! Where is the nearest restaurant?!

DVD: And you could use a bloody shower as well! What the Hell is wrong with you? Why did you do this?! I wanted nothing to do with this...this...this Nadia Snow thing was NOT the plan!

The Butcher: Sure it was...

DVD: NO! No it wasn't! You were supposed to break Captain Howdy but he appears to still be walking and talking and breathing! And now...now he's going to want to kill me...ME!...cause of your fuckin' fuck up! I had nothing to do with this and because of you I will suffer your fate!

The Butcher: Cram it, Daz. I never liked you to begin with.

Ouch! Daz Van Dyke responds to that with a knee to The Butcher's groin, sending him down to the concrete sidewalk again. Daz tries to pry his wallet free but has no luck. He kicks The Butcher in the head before stepping back into the taxi cab.

DVD: You're bloody mad, Butcher! Bloody mad! You ain't taking me with you, understand? When Howdy and Sandman tear you apart don't you dare mention my name! I had nothing to do with this! Nothing understand?! Now I'm leaving you here like I should have months ago! Get your own bloody taxi!

The Commissioner coughs on the ground as Van Dyke slams the taxi door shut. He orders the driver to move it or lose it, and the driver does just that, driving away to keep Daz Van Dyke safe. Commissioner Butcher coughs and spits on the sidewalk as witnesses look on towards him. Getting to his knees, Butcher throws out his hand again to hail a ride.

The Butcher: Taxi!

The heavy sounds of a saxophone is heard across the arena. A shot of crowds of people clapping across arenas world wide is shown. This is followed a shot of a Margarita being slammed down on the counter of a bar. Once the song picks up, the graphic that says "Believas in Margaritas" is displayed on the screen. Suddenly, the screen shows both Tom Winnick and Josh Graham on stage playing saxophones with no shirts on. Once the lyrics start up both Winnick and Graham burst from behind the curtains. The fans are on their feet as Graham comes out holding his arms up in the air. Winnick follows him pointing towards the ring and then points to Graham. The two look at each other and then jog down the rampway exchanging high fives with the fans. They stop at the bottom of the walkway as Tim Capello sings "I Still Believe" and once the synth kicks in Josh Graham raises his hands to the sky and Tom Winnick mimicks a drinking motion as white fireworks go off behind them on the rampway.

Josh slides into the ring as The Captain climbs the steps and then enters. Graham raises his arms up for the crowd as The Captain tears off his button up Captain's shirt to reveal his hairy chest. The two then hit the top turnbuckles and point to the crowd.

Franks: Believas in Margaritas were screwed last week against C.U.N.T. in that sham of a Tag Team Title match! Miles and Boeing had security working them over like it was nobody's business!

Quadros: Miles and Boeing can do whatever they want, Carl. They hold the power in PWA.

"Stranded On Death Row" by Dr. Dre ft Bushwick Bill, RBX, Kurupt, Lady Of Rage and Snoop Dogg begins to play as both Trinity and Slade step out from the backstage area. The crowd starts to boo some as the World Heavyweight Champion and Premiere Champion head on down to the ring with confidence in their eyes. As they step into the ring, Winnick and Graham slide out and give the two Champion's their respect.

Franks: Trinity and Slade are coming off two huge victories at Point of No Return 3 where we saw Trinity pin fellow Row mate Va'aiga to win the PWA World Heavyweight Championship!

Quadros: Yeah and Slade routed that big mouthed loser NightTrain in the most impressive performance we've ever seen in Premiere. Dude is seriously on a roll.

Referee Andy Sheppard calls for the bell....DING! And here we go with Trinity facing off against Tom K. Winnick. The two light heavyweights circle around the ring before locking up in a shoulder and arm tie up. Winnick attempts to push his height advantage down on Trinity but she counters with a knee to the midsection. She breaks away from the grapple and fires in a muay thai kick to the midsection! Another! Another! Knife-edge chop! WHOOOO! Another! WHOOO! Another! WHOOO!

She grabs Winnick by the arm and whips him towards the ropes. NO! Reversed by the former Tag Team Champion! Off the ropes comes Trinity with a handspring elbow! Nope! Winnick had it scouted and ducks underneath! Follow up forearm to the face of the World Heavyweight Champion! Another forearm from Winnick! Another! Another! Roaring elbow attempt by TKW is ducked by Trinity! She catches him off balance with a swooping backdrop! Cover by the Champion...1!...2!...THR...KICK OUT!

Franks: Good counter by the Champion, Ray.

Quadros: I still can't believe a woman is the World Champion. Someone around here has to man up!

She pills Winnick up off the mat by the head and hits a textbook vertical suplex. No cover. Instead the PWA World Heavyweight Champion runs towards the ropes, bounces off and hits a somersault leg drop across the chest! Now she hooks the leg again...1!...2!...THRE...KICK OUT!

Josh Graham starts clapping his hands, trying to get the crowd behind his tag team partner. You can do it! By the power of positive you can do it! Trinity pulls Winnick up and sends him towards the ropes again. He comes off just as she telegraphs a back body drop attempt. TKW stops short and hits her with a knee to the side of the head! Follow up jab to Trinity as he has no issue hitting a woman! Hook! Jab! Hook! Hook! Bulls Trinity backwards into the Believas corner!

Franks: Winnick is holding Trinity against the turnbuckles and tags out to Graham!

Quadros: I don't know about this guy, Carl. He's a bit too strange for me.

In comes Josh Graham and he has a running ax handle to Trinity's head in the corner while Winnick holds her in place! Sheppard ushers Winnick out to the apron and the former Tag Team Champion does just that. Graham with a snapmare out of the corner on Trinity. Follow up dropkick to the back of her head! Josh Graham covers the PWA World Heavyweight Champion as Slade looks on! 1!...2!...THREE...NO! KICK OUT!! Graham was absolutely positive that was a 3-count but no says Sheppard.

Josh Graham pulls Trinity up and looks for an over-the-head belly to belly suplex! NO! Trinity flips through and lands on her feet! Graham turns around and kicks her in the stomach while she's trying to regain her balance. He pulls her in for a Russian leg sweep. Blocked by the Champion! Elbow to the back of Graham's head. Elbow! Elbow! Elbow! Trinity breaks free! Spinning back heel kick from Trinity doubles over Josh Graham! Oh! And there's the Russian leg sweep only this time it is Trinity on Graham!

Franks: Trinity turning things around for Murderers' Row!

Quadros: Slade is frothing at the mouth to get in this one, Carl.

Indeed, his hand is outstretched for a tag in from Trinity. She just might do that if it wasn't for the fact she wants to introduce Graham's face to the mat with a flipping fireman's carry into a face plant! The crowd ohs as Josh Graham lays flat on the mat holding his nose! The PWA World Heavyweight Champion reaches out and tags in her man Slade.

Franks: And here comes the Premiere Champion!

There's a slight boo from the crowd as big Slade steps into the ring and runs across it, blasting Tom K. Winnick right in the face with a punch! Down goes Winnick off the apron! He turns around and collects the rising Josh Graham with a flurry of punches. Punch to the stomach with a right! Now a left! Back to the right! High punch to the side of the head! Right! Right! Right! Slade whips Graham to the ropes and off comes Graham into a thundering spinebuster slam! No cover as Slade starts pounding on Graham's face with solid right fists on the mat! Punch! Punch! Punch! Here comes Referee Sheppard to break it up! 1! 2! 3! 4! Slade lets Graham lay on the mat in a heap as he rises to his feet. The crowd starts to boo loudly as Slade glares out at the Aussies with confidence.

Quadros: Hey! Don't boo greatness!

And here comes an illegal irate Tom K. Winnick back into the ring to give Slade a little payback. “Winnick! Winnick! Winnick!” He starts wailing on the back of Slade with shots before the Premiere Champion turns around and kicks Winnick in the stomach. He racks the former Tag Team Champion onto his shoulders and drops him across the knee with a body breaker! Boooo! Tom K. Winnick rolls away holding his back!

Franks: Slade turns the tables on Winnick just like that!

Quadros: He should have just stayed out of the ring, Carl. In fact, just go backstage, put away your gear, and retire all ready old man! It ain't working for ya!

By now Josh Graham has returned to his feet and he kicks Slade in the leg. Another kick! Another! Kick to the midsection. He's looking for a neckbreaker on the Premiere Champion! NO! Slade pushes Graham off towards the ropes. Graham on the return throws a clothesline that is ducked by the running Slade. Both bounce off the ropes and meet in the center of the ring again and BAM! Big F'N Boot to the face of Josh Graham!

Franks: Oh! What a kick on the run by Slade!

Quadros: And that's how you rout guys like NightTrain!

And here comes Trinity into the ring illegally to clean up Tom K. Winnick with some kicks while he's down. Slingshot baseball slide into Winnick's ribs, sending him to the outside again! Booooo! Slade looks to wrap this one up and finish Josh Graham while the opening is there. He drags Graham to his feet and puts him between his legs while Trinity hops up onto the top turnbuckle. Slade holds Graham up for the FINAL TRIP powerbomb....Trinity off the top turnbuckle with a spinning heel kick!!

Quadros: Beautiful Destruction!

BOOOM! Josh Graham's spine hits the mat after the combo finisher! Slade hooks the leg while Trinity stays in the ring to make sure Winnick doesn't interfere...1!...2!...THREE!! Ding! Ding! Ding!

Ferdinand: Here are the winners of this match.....MURDERERS' ROOOOOOOOOW!!

Some boos chime in as Slade pulls up Graham and tosses him out of the ring with Tom K. Winnick. They share a hug for a moment as their belts are handed back to them. Trinity holds the PWA World Heavyweight Championship strap over her head while Slade touts around the Premiere Title like it is a hood ornament.

Franks: Slade and Trinity pick up the impressive win over Believas in Margaritas, Ray.

Quadros: Impressive is right. Where is their Tag Team Title shot now?

SLUT!
Written by: John

*As PWA executive Wren Chesney walks down the corridor that leads straight to her office, she continuously rubs her jaw after nearly getting her head kicked in by the daughter of Ryu Sawada earlier tonight. The evil PWA Board member continues to mutter anti-Asian venom as she makes her way to her office, where she finds that the door has been unlocked.*

WREN CHESNEY (muttering): What the fuck...

*Wren enters the office to discover that someone has place a life-like mannequin of her likeness in her chair; the mannequin is dressed up in her black wrestling gear and is shaven "bald." A white piece of notebook paper is stapled onto the "Wren Chesney" mannequin's forehead, and on the paper is a message in permanent black marker. The message says "SLUT!" in big, black letters, and Wren is pissed!*

WREN: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS ABOUT!?!

???: It's 'bout my daughter, mate!

*The scheming PWA power-broker turns around and looks directly at the face of none other than Australia-born ROGER TEAGUE, Samantha's 56-year-old father, who is wearing a matching white suit with a pair of red cuff-links! Wren is MORTIFIED by yet another message from beyond the grave!*

ROGER TEAGUE: Haven't you forgotten mate that my daughter Samantha was half-Australian?

WREN: The FUCK does this have to do with me!?

ROGER: Crikey mate, don't get so bloomin' excited to see me!

WREN: I'm not "MATE"! I am Mrs. Che--

ROGER: SHUT UP YOU BLOODY BULLOCKS! You see Mrs. Chesney, you fucked with my daughter one too many times when she was still alive. You fucked with her legacy, and most importantly, you fucked with Mr. Gaither--who just happens to be one of my closest friends to this very day. Right now, you oughta be sent out to the gallows to hang like a coward, but I think this mannequin is a perfect example of how everyone on the Premiere roster feels about you. That mannequin was a message from beyond the grave of my daughter Samantha--as well as me and my wife Anita! You are--and always will be--a slut, and if you don't like that, then maybe I can just take the barb of a stingray and shove it up your arse! G'day mate.

*With that, Roger leaves a stunned Wren Chesney in her office. What OTHER messages from the grave could we see in the next few weeks or days? The world will never know.*

OLD RIVALRY REKINDLED?
Written by: Sabs & Donnie

The lights turn royal blue in the arena. "Run This Town" by Jay-Z featuring Rihanna and Kanye West plays over the PA system. A burst of cheers accompany the beginning of the song. As the beat plays and Rihanna sings the chorus, plays over the PA system a gold spotlight hits the entrance. The spotlight pulsates with the song's tempo as four streams of smoke shoot from the floor upward. When the beat plays, NightTrain steps into the spotlight. The crowd cheers as he walks toward the ring. Wearing an all-white suit, NightTrain somberly walks toward the ring. No confidence is worn in his face as he gets going toward the ring. Supporters touch him, but he is 100% focused toward the ring. He gets to ringside, climbs onto the apron and steps into the ring. He then steps to the second rope in one corner to soak in the cheers from the crowd; He hops from the ropes and walks to the opposite corner. He climbs to the second rope and soaks in more cheers. He hops to the canvas and gets ready for the upcoming match.

Carl Franks: Welcome back to PWA Violation. with Ray Quadros, I'm Carl ....

Ray Quadros: .... and HERE COMES THE ULTIMATE LOOOOSEEER!!

Carl Franks: .... franks - and that's not nice! Be that as it may, here is the former #1 contender for the PWA Premiere Championship in NightTrain.

Carl Franks: Be that as it may - here is the man who gave Slade a run for his money, but fell short in his quest to gain the PWA Premiere Championship.

Ray Quadros: No! Slade grew a set and punked NightTrain! Plain and simple!

NightTrain waits for the music to quiet itself - and once it does, he's armed with a microphone. the crowd actually gives him a comfortable ovation in spite of what has transpired. He huffs and looks outward toward the crowd as they quiet down - and then gets back to cheering once again.

Carl Franks: It's hard for 'train to speak.

Ray Quadros: He's choking off the crow he's still eating.

He turns his head downward in shame and disappointment amidst the cheers from the crowd. NightTrain then shakes his head slowly and gathers the strength to lift her head. He then looks at the crowd and forms what he wants to say in his head. He then hears the crowd quiet as he raises the mic to his lips. However, he lowers them and walks to one side of the ring. Someone in the crowd yells, "YOU'RE STILL OUR CHAMP, 'TRAIN!!" The crowd cheers yet again as he stands in the corner and looks empty toward the center of the ring.

Ray Quadros: Slade beat him QUIET! HALLELUAH!!!

Carl Franks: He's just taken by the moment, ray. Will you stop!

NightTrain walks back to the center of the ring and raises the mic to his lips. He then begins speaking as the crowd quiets themselves.

NightTrain: I'm sorry.

The crowd shouts words of encouragement toward NightTrain after he says those sentiments. Instead of cheers, a cacaphony of love comes forth from the audience.

NightTrain: Thank you. Thank you, very much.

The crowd quiets before NightTrain continues to speak.

NightTrain: I'm sorry. I didn't represent you all the right way .... Here I stand - not the PWA Premiere Champion .... and I don't care to have that title.

He sighs before continuing with his thoughts.

NightTrain: I'm never one to cry over spilled milk. Slade - right now - is the better man. 4-0 - he deserves to be where he is, right no ....

The crowd begins to boo what NightTrain is saying - and he places down his hands to say to not boo now.

NightTrain: No, wait a minute! Let me explain.

They quiet before he continues.

NightTrain: Slade deserves to be where he is, now. He worked hard to get to his position - and he should be successful in the near future if he wrestles a match like he did against me at Point Of No Return.

He pauses before continuing.

NightTrain: However, with all the stuff he's said, and what has transpired since then .... I know that .... Man, this is hard, but necessary .... I know that - he is no longer my brother.

The crowd cheers that thought.

Ray Quadros: Why would he want to associate himself with a weakling like you?!

Carl Franks: Quiet, Ray. let him speak.

NightTrain: He challenged my manhood, my integrity and my commitment - and it PISSED ME THE HELL OFF!!!

The crowd cheers as NightTrain gathers his thoughts.

NightTrain: I KNOW that my manhood is intact! I KNOW that my integrity is sound! I know my commitment to this sport hasn't faded one single iota!

Ray Quadros: Just your ability, punk!

Carl Franks: He said it, Ray! Slade was the better man that night.

He sighs and then NightTrain speaks once again.

NightTrain: But the one thing where anyone can accuse of having a lack in anything .... it would be focus.

The crowd is quiet as NightTrain continues to speak to the crowd.

Ray Quadros: Weak mind begins a weak a ....

Carl Franks: QUIET! Come on, Ray! A little class, man!

NightTrain: It began when I had a conversation with Terminus. He reminded me as to what stuck in my craw.

Ray Quadros: The truth shall set you free!

Carl Franks: Then, what's your excuse?

NightTrain: When he said, "You had your chance at Code of Silence .... and you blew it?" It all made plenty of sense.

Ray Quadros: What in the h*** is he talking about?

He walks around the ring and continues to speak.

NightTrain: My focus has been off since Mob Rules. That's when my issues with Slade started. Then - there was the Vow match I had with Slade. The downward spiral started .... Next was being pinned by XTC. After that? Being on the losing end of a match with Tom K. Winnick.

He pauses as his voice trails. The crowd yells support and says, "We love you, 'Train." The applause comes as NightTrain has a difficult time talking.

Carl Franks: He's overcome with a lot of emotion.

NightTrain sighs hard before he continues.

NightTrain: When I clobbered Jon Graham from behind, I thought of him. When I drove Slade's head to the concrete - I thought of him! As I stand here in this ring - all I can think about .... is HIM!!!

Ray Quadros: Who is he talking about?

Carl Franks: I don't know!

He sighs before continuing to speak.

NightTrain: I'm only talking about one person. That person has been the bane of my existence. That person has been the undoing of my mental health. That person has been the cancer that I'm created by The Most High to eradicate.

NightTrain is now seething as he speaks further.

NightTrain: THAT PERSON NEEDS TO BE BEATEN TO WITHIN AN INCH .... OF HIS LIFE!!! .... and that person .... is YOU -- TONY FIELD!!!!

The crowd cheers and anticipates what he's about to say.

Ray Quadros: What?!? Tony Field? Why him? He shouldn't waste his time with NightTrain! He just fought Terminus.

Carl Franks: Wow! Look at the anger on NightTrain!

NightTrain: Listen to me, you yellow-bellied ingrate!

The crowd cheers as he continues to speak.

NightTrain: For seven years, this war has needed to be waged! NOW?! It's time to begin the fight for your LIFE! I'm tired of waiting! I'm tired of sitting! I'M TIRED OF HAVING TO HAVE THIS CRAP SIT IN MY STOMACH day after day, month after month, year after agonizing year!

The crowd loudly cheers as NightTrain looks directly at the camera.

NightTrain: You hear the gems, coward! THEY WANT IT! I NEED IT! And BY GOD - I'M GONNA' GET IT!! Tony Field?! GET YOUR CARCASS DOWN TO THIS RING AND LET'S SETTLE THIS ONCE .... AND FOR ALL!!!!

The crowd roars to life as NightTrain's fire grow to almost uncontrollable levels.

"Raise Hell" by (hed) PE starts to play over the public announce system. The fans quickly start to boo and reign down "You Suck" chants as the one and only Tony Field steps on to the ramp, flanked by his bodyguard Frankie Bones. Field, with a mic in hand, stands at the top of the ramp, smirking for a moment, waiting for the crowd reaction to die down before speaking.

Tony Field: Wah wah wah...boo-fuckin-hoo! You know, Raye, I'm really glad you called me out, because honestly, someone had to save this segment before every television set in the world changed the channel rather than to listen to you stand in that ring and over sale the dramatics. It's really said, because I can remember a day and age when you were at least mildly entertaining...now....

Tony shrugs.

Tony Field: ,,.now, you just put crowds to sleep with your boring little diatribe. It really reminds me why I don't watch anything on this God forsaken show that doesn't pertain to me personally.

Tony paces the ramp a moment, then pauses, and looks down in the ring.

Tony Field: As for you're calling me, it's not gonna happen, so you might as well get your wet-nap now and learn to deal with it.

NightTrain: What do you mean, "deal with it?" And this is the first time ANYTHING involving you didn't cause a mass exodus to the concession stand for the PWA faithful!

The crowd roars as Field continues to laugh and shake his head. He then mouths something to his bodyguard and they laugh.

Tony flashes his million dollar smirk after a moment, and then looks at NightTrain nonchalantly.

Tony Field: Really, is that the best you got? Is this your ploy to lure me into the ring? Because really, I would have expected more effort from you. But sadly, that's become the legend of your career as of late, hasn't it, I mean you always seem to come up short.

Tony takes a few steps down the ramp.

Tony Field: I know what you're thinking, I'm hiding behind my competitive control clause, I'm not stupid. But you couldn't be farther from the truth. You see, just like your interviewing skills, and your attempts to goad me into the ring, your ring skills are diminishing, too. I mean come on, Raye, I can remember a day and an age when you and I could sell out a house and put on a show. Field vs NightTrain has been the feud of legends, and here we are, 8 years later, and still, nothing is settled. But here's the thing.

Tony grins as he turns to Frankie, then turns back to the ring.

Tony Field: The feud is beneath me now. I mean look at what you've become? You're a shell of your former self. You get swept by the likes of Slade, you can't keep control of your own little faction and allow a hack like Va'aiga to leap frog you for a title reign that was rightfully yours, and you settle for a mediocre useless title that I wouldn't wipe my ass with like the Primetime title. I mean really, Raye, you're beneath me. At this point in my career and your career, to even share ring time with you would be a step back. And I won't lie; I don't like you enough to let you use my name to revive your career. So this isn't going to happen and we are simply wasting everyone’s time.

The crowd gets unsettled as NightTrain is literally searching for something to say. They quiet before he speaks.

NightTrain: That 'hack' is my brother. The 'little faction,' the one that eclipsed yours in company importance, is not my focus, right now. I don't care if you think I'm beneath you - along with many other things. At least we agree on the fact that we don't like each other. What you have to realize is that I'm not afraid of you - nor your perceived 'power.' I don't want your 'success.' I don't want your empty promises. All I want - is to dismantle everything that makes you The Real Deal. You know I'm that man - and you're scared. That's OK. You can admit it. I'm not leaving this ring - until you come into this ring and show that you're a REAL man and FIGHT me!

NightTrain grabs a seat and sits as the crowd cheers his moxie.

Tony laughs at NightTrain's attitude as he lifts the mic back up.

Tony Field: Tell you what; I'll throw you a bone. After all, we do have a lot of unsettled bad blood. I have a little protégé who's chomping at the bit to prove himself to me. He's riding high off a win over Archangel last week at Point Of No Return and is pumped to farther prove himself, so I might as well throw him my light work...

Frankie smiles as he and Tony both laugh.

NightTrain: Light wo ....

Tony Field: Thats right, light work. I mean face it, you're old news. I'd be more likely to lower myself to fighting Gaither than I would you at this point in your career. At least he's won a match this summer. But that's neither here nor there. Simple fact is, next week, I'll prove to you that you're beneath me and don't deserve to even sniff at my spotlight. Next week, I think I'll pull some strings and get you booked against Zakk Bryce, and let him put the final nail in your coffin. Put an end to your career, alot like you thought you did my brother, Dante.

Tony pauses a moment, as he listens to the crowd reign down their disapproval of him, before he finishes.

Tony Field: Because honestly, you're a waste of my time anymore. I thought I proved that would I walked out on you at Code of Silence. But apparently you're too dense to take a hint.

Tony just shakes his head.

Tony Field: As a matter of fact, even this is a waste of my time. I got some ass waiting for me backstage that holds my attention span more than this. Good lucky next week, Raye, you're gonna need it.

With that Tony drops his mic as the crowd rains their jeers down on Tony. "Raise Hell" by (hed) PE plays as Tony and Frankie back up the ramp and leave NightTrain in the ring, alone, in a total sign of disrespect.

Ferdinand: The following contest is your main event and is a three on two handicap match. Introducing first they weigh in tonight at five hundred and seventy seven pounds. They are the team of Nighthawk and The Reggae Boys.

The lights dip down as the sound of “The Harder They Come" by Jimmy Cliff pumps through the speakers. The fans are on their feet! There is an eruption of green and yellow fireworks from the entrance ramp and as the smoke clears Desmond and Neville are stood with their arms raised playing to the crowd. The music ends and "Holding Out For A Hero (Everybody Loves A Hero Intro)" by Emery starts playing and Nighthawk comes walking out meeting his students at the top of the ramp. Nighthawk looks at both men and all three of them take off down the ramp and slide under the bottom ropes as they enter the ring. The Reggae Boys each stand in a corner while Nighthawk stands leaning on the ropes between them.

Franks: And there they are folks, The Reggae Boys will be having their debut match with their teacher by their side. I don’t think anyone could ask for a better teacher than Nighthawk.

Quadros: You may be right, but no one and I mean no one would ever ask to be put up against the team of Captain Howdy and whatever version of Jason Sandman that decides to show up. Debut match or any other time.

Ferdinand: And their opponents they weigh in tonight at five hundred and forty nine pounds. They are the team of Captain Howdy and Jason Sandman, they are Mutually Assured Destruction.

Indestructible by Disturbed begins to play and the lights in the arena go out. Pyro goes off and the lights come back up revealing Captain Howdy and Jason Sandman standing on top of the ramp. The two men start walking down to the ring staring at their opponents. As the two men get to ringside Captain Howdy hands his vest and cane to the ringside attendant while Jason Sandman just pulls himself up to the apron and steps over the ropes. Howdy joins his partner shortly by going up the stairs and climbing through the ropes. The members of M.A.D. continue to stare down their next possible victims.

Franks: Those two men look focused on the match at hand.

Quadros: Those two monsters look like they are ready to feast on the flesh of these rookies and their teacher.

Franks: The match looks like they are ready to begin and it appears to be Jason Sandman and Nighthawk starting things off.

The two men walk out to middle of the ring and Sandman motions for Hawk to lock up and show his legendary technical skills. Nighthawk obliges his opponent and locks up with the much larger Sandman who immediately latches on to Nighthawk and throws him into the corner. Sandman comes in with knee strike that Nighthawk is unable to avoid. Sandman keeps his opponent in the corner with knife edge chops before the referee tries to pull Sandman out of the corner. Nighthawk gets a second to catch his breath before Sandman gets away from the referee and comes with a big boot. Nighthawk falls to the mat and Sandman comes down with a elbow drop and goes for an early cover. 1…2 and Nighthawk gets his foot on the rope.

Franks: Nighthawk knowing exactly where he is put his foot on the rope and saved the match for his team.

Quadros: More like he just risked his students lives. Bad teacher very bad teacher.

Sandman pulls Nighthawk up to his feet and throws him into the corner that his students are in and Neville Buchanan quickly tags himself in and goes running in at Sandman who closelines him down. Sandman pulls Buchanan up to his feet and throws him to the ropes. Desmond Thomas gets a blind tag, and sets him self up on the top ropes as Sandman slams Buchanan down. Sandman stands up to pull his opponent off the mat and gets a drop kick from Thomas for his trouble. Sandman stumbles back to the ropes and Thomas takes this opportunity to closeline the off balance Sandman over the top ropes. Sandman lands on his feet, but is quickly taken off of them by a flying Neville.

Franks: The Reggae Boys are looking pretty good. They are taking it to Sandman.

Quadros: What are you talking about? They got him off balance and hit two moves. I doubt that will continue.

Neville does what he can to roll Sandman back into the ring to Thomas. The referee start yelling at Buchanan to get back to his corner which gives Howdy a chance to step into the ring and sweep the knee of Thomas before clapping his hands and making the referee think a tag was made. The referee turns around in time to see Captain Howdy driving his boot into the back of his opponents head. Howdy gets on the back of Thomas and applies a Camel Clutch causing the rookie to scream out in pain. Thomas does however find a way to kick his foot over and the bottom rope and the referee starts telling Howdy to break the hold. Howdy waits until the last possible second before he finally releases the hold only to turn his direction and apply a boston crab instead. Again Thomas screams and once again finds a way to break the move by hooking his arm over the rope. The referee again instructs Howdy to let go again, and Howdy again breaks at the last second. Captain Howdy pulls Thomas up and throws into the corner in which Sandman is located. Howdy makes a tag and Sandman steps in and they drag Thomas out before applying a move they call A new game to play. As they pull Thomas’s legs apart they yell at Nighthawk and Buchanan to come and stop them. Nighthawk stops his student from entering knowing that is in no way a match finisher and more than likely a trap anyway.

The referee is finally able to get M.A.D. to break the hold and Captain Howdy leaves the ring as Sandman pulls up Thomas and throws him into the corner of his team mates. Sandman yells for Nighthawk to tag in, and Nighthawk obliges by tagging his students hand. Only he doesn’t make his way out like he usually does. He storms out of the corner ducking under a Sandman punch and drop kicking Howdy off the apron. Nighthawk then turns around and drives the charging Sandman into the corner. Nighthawk then nails Sandman in the corner with a charging closeline before throwing Sandman into the opposing corner. Nighthawk charges into the corner and nails a handspring Elbow and gives a tag to Neville. Nighthawk holds Sandman until Neville can get in the ring and lay a kick in. Nighthawk climbs out of the ring as Neville continues to lay kicks into Sandman.

Franks: Neville Buchanan is taking out his anger on Sandman for all the damage he and Howdy did to his partner.

Quadros: Only issue with that is Buchanan is going to tire himself out while Sandman is used to punishment and will take every second of it.

The referee steps in to stop the kicks and as Neville is being held back Desmond Thomas throws in a few shots at Sandman. Neville comes back into the corner to collect Sandman and takes him over with a snapmare. Neville then goes into a side headlock on Sandman, and brings him up to his feet before whipping Sandman into the ropes and nailing a dropkick that knocks Jason back and over the ropes. Neville doesn’t waste any time and does for another dive, only for Sandman to move out of the way this time and Neville slams into the guard rail. Jason shakes the cobwebs out of head and picks up the dazed Neville and slams his head right into the corner with The New Age Facelift.

Franks: Is that even necessary?

Quadros: Yes….Yes it is.

Jason realizes where the referee’s count is and isn’t quite ready for his fun to end. Sandman rolls Neville back into the ring, and follows him in and goes for the cover. 1…2…and the pin is broken up by Desmond Thomas who continues to stomp on the back of Sandman which brings in a pissed of Captain Howdy. However instead of going after Thomas, Howdy goes all the way across the ring and knocks Nighthawk off the apron before turning his attention back to the ring. Howdy gets up behind Thomas and drops him on the back of his head with a belly to back suplex. Sandman gets up from the Neville and they turn their attention to Thomas who is slowly making it to his feet. Howdy grabs Thomas and sets him up for a powerbomb as Sandman grabs his arms like a crucifix. M.A.D. then throws Thomas out of the ring and Howdy goes back into the corner long enough to be tagged back in by Sandman. Jason doesn’t go back into the corner, instead turns his attention to Nighthawk and starts fighting with him outside the ring. Inside the ring Captain Howdy grabs Neville and Playtimes Over. Howdy with the cover 1…2…3.

Ferdinand: The winners of the match the team of Captain Howdy and Jason Sandman. M.A.D.

Quadros: And M.A.D. has destroyed yet another tag team.

Franks: The Reggae Boys put up quite an effort and I think Nighthawk allowed his boys to see what wrestling truly is.

Quadros: You mean he threw his lambs into a den of wolves with barbeque sauce all over them. Thank you Nighthawk. You just got your students destroyed.

MY OWN TONY FIELD CLAUSE
Written by: Jake

Wren Chesney sat behind her desk with a huge smile on her face. A knock was heard at her office door.

Wren Chesney: Come...

Before PWA's head lady could tell the person to come in they had and standing in front of the desk in a pair of jeans and an Affliction t-shirt is PWA Hall of Famer and Championship Committee Chairman Jake Keeton. Strangely the sight of Jake Keeton only causes Wren's smile to grow larger.

Wren Chesney: Keeton, I've been expecting you.

Jake Keeton: Cut the bullshit Wren, you asked to see me so here I am.

Jake goes to sit down but Wren stops him.

Wren Chesney: Oh Jake, don't bother sitting this won't take long.

Keeton throws his hands up and remains standing.

Jake Keeton: Fine, why am I here? I've got contenders for titles to evaluate.

Wren Chesney: Actually Jake, no you don't. Your services are no longer needed. The duties you had in your made up position will now be handled by... ME! I want your office back at PWA headquarters cleaned out by Friday.

Keeton just laughs.

Wren Chesney: That wasn't exactly the reaction I expected.

Jake Keeton: I've been dealing with your ass for 3 years now Wren, I was expecting something like this. When the Board started selling you their shares I went and had my attorney Marc Dimera draw me up an air tight contract that you can't touch if you don't want me to sue you for ever dime you're worth.

Fire grows in the eyes of PWA's head honcho as she shrieks at Jake Keeton.

Wren Chesney: WHO SIGNED THIS CONTRACT!?!

Jake Keeton: My old friend Jimmy Cortez.

Wren Chesney: CORTEZ! He thought your position was as much of a farce as I did.

Jake Keeton: This isn't a staff contract... you fired me from that position a few minutes ago, this is a talent contract and it's got more loop holes than you've had cocks in your mouth and that's a lot of loop holes. I wrestle who I want, when I want, and there's nothing you can do about it. We'll call it my Tony Field clause.

Wren Chesney: GET OUT! OUT!

Jake just flashes a cocky grin at Wren before turning towards the door.

Jake Keeton: It was nice seein' you too Wren.

TIME IS UP
Written by: Blake

“Head Like a Hole” by Nine Inch Nails begins to play as VCR again steps out onto the entrance ramp with Duncan Malloy who, again, has a beaten and battered Adrian Carmichael in tow. The three make their way to the ring with VCR looking very perturbed.

Franks: Just as he promised, Ray. VCR is giving Archangel one last chance here to unmask.

Quadros: Just look at the generosity shown here by our most visible board member. Giving his worst enemy the chance to do the right thing one last time.

Franks: I don’t know about generosity, Ray. He’s still holding Carmichael captive and there’s been absolutely no sign of Archangel in the arena for the entire show!

The three climb into the ring, with Carmichael roughly shoved into the ring by Malloy. They stand in the middle of the ring, VCR snatching the microphone from Ferdinand and standing angrily in the center of the ring.

VCR: So, Archangel, you’ve forced my hand.

The crowd showers VCR with boos, overpowering what he is about to say and forcing him to pause.

VCR: You’ve forced me out here again with all of these low brow, inbred pieces of trash to give you one final opportunity to hand over your mask. I’ve given you every single opportunity to comply with the stipulations of the match, yet you obstinately continue to ignore every request and opportunity I have so graciously given you.

The crowd starts a “Victor Sucks” chant as VCR sneers in delight.

VCR: So I’m going to give you one last chance. Come out here now and hand over your mask and all will be forgiven. Your job will be safe and your manager will be delivered back to you safe and sound.

VCR lowers the microphone and steps back, leaning on the ring ropes and looking towards the entrance. The crowd continues chanting as he and Malloy stare at the ramp, with no one walking through the curtains. After a moment, VCR snaps and kicks Carmichael in the stomach before punching him square in the face.

VCR: Fine! If that’s how you want to play this, Archangel, I won’t be held responsible for my actions. Just remember, as you’re sitting at home without a fucking job, watching your old manager get his ass kicked around every single fucking arena by my assistant, Duncan, here…You could have stopped this whole thing. Archangel…You’re fi—

Suddenly, “The Light that Guides Us Home” by Demon Hunter begins to play as the lights in the arena go out.

Franks: It’s Archangel! He’s here!

The song transitions into “Not I” by Demon Hunter as a spectacular burst of white sparks rain down from above the soundstage, illuminating the stage where Archangel should be standing, but no one walks out onto the entrance ramp.

Franks: What’s this? No one’s coming out. Is this just a ploy by VCR to mock the masked man even more?

The music continues to play for a moment longer with the only light coming from the sparks on the stage, when suddenly those goes out, leaving the arena completely dark. Finally, the music stops and the lights come back up to reveal Archangel standing behind the unaware Malloy and VCR.

Franks: He’s here! Archangel is in the ring, behind Malloy and VCR!

Malloy is the first to turn around and find himself face to face with the masked man, who immediately levels him with a hard right hand. He grabs VCR’s shoulder and spins him around, kicking him square in the face and knocking him to the mat, dazed and out. He turns back to Malloy who has gotten back to his feet and starts to fight back, but Archangel quickly puts an end to that, kicking him in the stomach and lifting him up for one, then another, then another and finally finishing with a jackknife powerbomb.

Franks: It’s the Fall from Grace! Archangel has cleaned up Malloy and now looks like he’s focusing on VCR!

Quadros: Where’s the security? Someone needs to do something about this!

Franks: Do something? He’s been antagonized to no end by VCR and Malloy for the last few months. I think he’s earned this right!

Archangel grabs VCR and yanks him up to his feet. He whips him across the ring, hard into the turnbuckle so hard that he stumbles out of the corner, dazed. Archangel bounces off the adjacent ropes and comes at him, jumping and ducking VCR’s head down, planting him with a rocker dropper!

Franks: What a huge move! And VCR is out!

Quadros: Carl…

Archangel stands up and grabs the microphone, stalking to the middle of the ring.

Franks: And the masked man is going to speak again? I can’t imagine what he’ll have to say now!

Quadros: CARL…

Archangel looks from side to side as the crowd is going wild at seeing VCR and Malloy finally getting what they deserve.

Archangel: So…Ya want my mask Vic? That’s why you’re out here, right?

The crowd continues to go nuts as Archangel starts unlacing the back of his mask.

Franks: Wait a second…Is that?

Archangel: Well, I best not keep ya waitin’. Here…Fuckin’ take it!

Archangel tears off his mask to reveal Ashton Crowley as he throws the mask down on VCR’s unconscious body!

Franks: IT’S ASHTON CROWLEY! The former World Champion has returned to the PWA!! Folks…I wish we didn’t have to…But we’re out of time! We’ll see you next week on Violation!

Crowley stands, triumphantly, in the middle of the ring with his arms raised and the crowd going crazy for his return. Lowering his arms, he turns to help Carmichael to his feet and looks up the ramp to see Tony Field standing at the top, smiling and nodding to himself.

Crowley stops and stares at Field, who stares intently back at him as Violation fades off the air.