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An expectant hush falls over the crowd as the lights dim, and Freddy Ferdinand steps to the center of the ring as the classic microphone descends from the rafters. Grabbing it with a flourish as the sold-out crowd buzzes in anticipation he steps forward and intones in a deep baritone voice, “This next contest is a tag team match to be held under lucha rules. Already in the ring, at a total combined weight of 421 pounds, Dave ‘Dollar Short’ Dixon and Jose Jose.”

(As their opponents stand in the ring, going over strategies with each other, the arena suddenly begins to buzz as the opening strains of "Here Comes The Hotstepper" by Ini Kamoze come out over the sound speakers as the Reggae Boys follow closely behind, Jamaican flags hung around their necks as they slap hands with the first few rows of the crowd while still keeping their eyes locked completely on their opponents. finally climbing in the ring both of the Reggae Boys climb onto the top turnbuckles and raise their hands above their heads before doing a perfect backflip into the ring.)

Freddy Ferdinand: “Their opponents, at a total combined weight of 420 pounds, are Desmond Thomas and Neville Buchanan…. The Reggae Boys!”

(As the Reggae Boys remove their ring gear Dave and Jose decide to get the drop on the Caribbean youngsters which the crowd responds to with lusty boos. But as the ad-hoc tag team whips them into the ropes the Reggae Boys duck under a loose clothesline attempt and land a superkick\cross-arm German suplex combination to Jose Jose, before dispatching Dave with a running powerslam\quebrada moonsault combination. Deciding to get things over as quickly as they can the Reggae Boys dispatch Dave with the Made in Jamaica before grabbing Jose Jose and crushing him with the Reggae Drop.)

Freddy Ferdinand: “The winner of the match…. The Reggae Boys!”

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*We open up Violation 142 and see Jack “The Golden Eagle” Gaither making his way to the ring—sans his traditional music and pyro—carrying a white piece of paper and a microphone in both hands. Tonight, he’s wearing his street clothes: blue denim jeans, a black collared shirt, and black steel-toed boots. As the Morgantown native makes his way to the squared circle, the crowd in Lafayette stands at attention, almost wanting to hear what he’s got to say. Finally, Jack kips into the ring to a mixed reaction of sorts—mostly cheers—as he slowly puts the stick up to his lips, which quiver with a sense of hatred and anticipation over what he’s about to do.*

JACK GAITHER: Ya know something…every week, I come out to this very ring and bust my ass for you guys and gals in arenas all around the planet, and to be very honest with you, this sport—this game—is the only thing that has kept me alive in recent years.

*The crowd responds with a round of polite applause as Jack calmly takes a steel folding chair, sets it up in the center of the ring, and sits down.*

JACK: I’ve been going on with this company for three years, and a lot of wrestlers on the roster tend to think of me as a quiet-natured guy as well as a nerd at times. In the three years I’ve been with this promotion, I have never been critical of the practices and wisdom of the road agents, owners, and bookers who represent the echelon of upper management…until tonight.

*The fans begin to murmur “oh shit” as they realize “The Golden Eagle” is about to speak from his heart.*

JACK: The white piece of paper that I’m holding in my right hand now is a copy of my format sheet for tonight’s program. According to this lovely Word 2010 document—which was typed up by Donail Swiggette himself and e-mailed to me the other day—I’m supposed to walk out to the ring, say lines like “peachy,” and apologize for being such a sorry sport after losing last week.

*The audience boos over the mention of Swiggette’s name as Jack calmly holds the document up high for all to see.*

JACK: So for the fans who aren’t familiar with what I’m about to do, I’m gonna say some things that aren’t gonna be found on some format sheet, cue card, or teleprompter, and the vocabulary that I’m about to utilize will be of the locker-room variety and not contain the PWA-mandated phrases like “that sounds peachy,” “yeppers,” “lights out,” or my personal favorite, “I have a bad feeling about whatever.” In other words, this is gonna be a shoot from my heart, and what I’m about to say will not be suitable for a primetime-viewing TV audience.

*The crowd begins to cheer as the tone in Jack’s voice changes from a calm and collected one to an expression of deadly seriousness.*

RAY QUADROS: Uh-oh…

JACK: This is a wake-up call to the bookers and road agents that make every single promotion tick every week. Last year, the word on the street was that we—the wrestlers—never wrestled for purely wins and losses; all we wanted to do was to tell a story and sell it to the masses around the globe. Guess what? Even I, a former addict and widower, was given a push to win the Light Heavyweight Championship—and hold onto it for five months—because I worked my ass off to tell a story that helped me become useful in the eyes of the fans and staff alike. Yet this year, something changed. In 2011, Donail Swiggette decided to invest his dirty laundry into buying up this place and hire NEW bookers, and those guys only started to care about winning and ego masturbation rather than using our talents to tell a fuckin’ tale of good and evil, face vs. heel—all that goodness. Thanks to everything that’s been going on lately, I’ve become convinced that this place has turned into a genuine dick measuring contest.

*The peanut gallery politely applauds Jack as he slowly gets from his little perch, still holding the Word 2010 document in his hand.*

JACK: And the sad thing? Instead of getting the rightful push that most wrestling magazines predicted I would get throughout 2011, I ended up buried in the shuffle—never to see the light of day again. Of course, the company ALLOWED me to hold onto the World Heavyweight title for four weeks, but unlike men like Nighthawk or Terminus, I—Jackson Nicholas Gaither—never got a fair chance to prove myself useful to the new regime, and quite frankly, it makes me sick to my fuckin’ stomach to see that egotism and arrogance have taken over a once-proud federation that paid me every single fuckin’ dime of my original $40 million contract.

*The fans begin to cheer as the tone in Jack’s voice changes again—this time, it’s MUCH MORE angrier and darker than before.*

CARL FRANKS: Oh man…

JACK: Was this your idea of a fuckin’ joke, Donail? Did you REALLY want me to come out here and apologize for being bitter over being labeled “Mr. Hard Luck!?”

*The fans boo, knowing full well that Jack’s had to deal with his share of problems before.*

JACK: Am I supposed to be QUIET and CUDDLY in the ring for you!?

*Again, the crowd starts a “DONAIL SUCKS” chant as Jack’s vocal tone and facial expression becomes apparently clear—he’s NOT happy at all.*

JACK: Now you understand how I’m feelin’, and now you know the reason WHY this company’s fucked up the ass—because of BULLSHIT like this!

*The crowd pops as “The Golden Eagle” rips the white piece of paper to shreds and tosses it aside like it’s nothing but confetti.*

RAY: Oh my…

CARL: Wow…

JACK: Speaking of the word “fuck,” Tony Field, which female member of the PWA management are you gonna fuck tonight, huh?!

FANS: OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RAY: Holy…

CARL: Jesus Christ…

JACK: Seriously Tony, I have NO respect for those people who like to fuck women and throw them away like they’re nothin.’ I went through a point in time where every fuckin’ week, we were subjected to the same goddamn thing: Tony Field fucks a reporter before sticking his rod into the snatch of a female owner, and what does that man get!? He gets rewarded with a hernia and a clause in his contract called “competitive control.”

*The audience remembers the little “affair” between Field and Wren Chesney by booing both parties vociferously.*

JACK: The only reason why you have such a stipulation to begin with—and this is the honest-to-God truth—is that you’re afraid of the response I had planned for you after you decided to poke fun at my first wife’s death shortly before you made your debut against me, and you know what’s even sadder, Tony? You think of me and my story as cheap knockoffs of Ashton Crowley. Well, I have a newsflash for you: I was in this company and livin’ in the fast lane—smoking weed, fucking, drinking, etc.—before you and Crowley, a man who had the balls to come clean and publicly admit his mistakes like I did, even GOT here in the first place.

*The fans roar with approval again as Jack, after moving around the ring for several minutes now, decides to sit back down in his chair and relax.*

JACK: Now it’s my turn for a guy like me to tell everyone in this arena just how I legitimately feel about you, Tony Field. To me, you’re nothin’ but a second-rate knockoff of a man whom I TRULY enjoyed working with back in AWG. I knew him outside the ring as Doug Sharp, but many fans around the globe knew him as “Dollar McDougal.”

*Many old-time wrestling fans in the gallery remember the Jack Gaither-Dollar McDougal rivalry from days gone by, and they start to politely cheer for the memorable highlights that happened during that feud.*

JACK: Outside the ring, Doug and I enjoyed a tremendous sense of brotherhood and respect, and he taught me how to survive the egos that permeate throughout this industry and how to hold my own against those who never gave a fuck about what I could do. Inside the ring, Dollar McDougal was the one who taught me how to become a hardass and flaunt my money around just like you Tony, but unlike you, he taught me to become a free-thinker without sticking my scrotum into some woman, getting rewarded for it, and then throwing her under the bus.

*Jack gives the fans a rare smirk before quickly reverting to his earlier facial expression of contempt.*

JACK: And don’t get me started on John Gillmen either, because not only can he beat guys like you, Tony Field, in a dick measuring contest, he can absolutely DESTROY you and wipe that smug little grin off your face inside this very ring. You want proof? Just get onto your DVR and replay Violation 112, and you’ll see what I mean!

*The Lafayette faithful roars in approval of what PWA’s resident writer John Gillmen has done in recent months, and somewhere in the Dallas-Ft. Worth area, Gillmen is enjoying the attention.*

JACK: So Tony, you may hate me after tonight, but that’s good and dandy with me because I don’t hate you at all. I hate what I’ve become here tonight BECAUSE of you, and as far as you’re concerned, I’m done talkin’ about your ass.

*Jack nods his head in approval as the fans begin a “Fuck ‘em up, Gaither” chant.*

JACK: As far as Dade Davis goes, here’s a guy that has his priorities straight, but when I went out and surveyed 100 people, they find that the number one answer regarding the personality of Dade Davis is that he’s nothin’ more than an arrogant prick. You see, here was a dude who tried to convince me to join his new stable called Exile, and I happily went along for the ride. I wanted to prove that I could be useful, and I put a lot of effort into giving the brand name of Exile a slice of recognition in the wrestling industry. I was dead set on bringing Dade Davis down to my Sportatorium to become the FACE of a new wrestling-related sculpture, but then he wanted to tie me down before cutting me loose because he was on a quest for power and glory—something that Exile shunned in the first place. The man was legitimately afraid of having his own ego—and three year winning streak—busted by yours truly; so the smart people who call themselves the “brass” decided to have me lose because of the only true ability he’s got—kissing management’s ass, and to them, it was only a “creative decision.” Yet while I did my job—and fried my fuckin’ brain while scouting the man—I got the chance to be comforted in the fact that I—yes, yours truly—held the World Heavyweight Championship strap longer than he did throughout his entire PWA career, and while I’m at it, I’ve only got ONE thing to say to you Mr. Dade: unlike you, I never quit when I made it to the top.

FANS: OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

RAY: And…I hate to do this, but I agree with ya Jack.

JACK: Dexter Davis? Now…doing my job to a guy like him truly sucks ass because someone in the booking department was smart enough to give me a second chance at winning SOMETHING, but personally, I don’t think that Dex understands the fact that I, being the nerd that I am, enjoy getting on my smartphone during breaks in my daily workouts to peruse the social network. Hell, you’ve seen my own Twitter page before, right? Well, I stumbled upon one of Dex’s tweets recently, and…I saw that he issued a challenge to a man who’s another knockoff of Dollar McDougal—Chris Card. To make the long story short: three things happened that week that I will never forgive or forget. One, the ever-so-popular Dex decides to disrespect me by looking past me—TITLE OR NOT—and gets rewarded for his little escapade. Two, the bean counters in the office still failed to understand my hints of deadly earnestness and judged me to be incompetent to hold another title, forcing me to bust my ass and fail—again. Yet even though I was given the loss last week, the third thing actually made me smile: I knocked the smug little grin off the face of Dexter Davis and taught him that is it NEVER a good idea to try and overlook me again. My point—

*The crowd immediately forgets what happened last week and pops with approval again.*

JACK: My point is clear, concise, and correct: NO ONE—not Dex, not ANYONE else—has the right to look past me because I am the most dangerous and unpredictable sum-bitch IN THE HISTORY OF THIS GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKIN’ BUSINESS!

*The roof of the Cajundome almost pops right off the building as Jack quickly stands up, takes his chair, and tosses it clear out of the ring before pacing around like a caged animal that’s ready to attack.*

CARL: Amen…

RAY: Well…at least we give him credit for that.

JACK: And before I go any further, I want to make something perfectly clear and echo a line I said earlier to the guys in the upper management and those dickheads who criticize me and my work every single week: it’s not you that I hate. I hate what I’ve become because of you.

*As the fans continue to cheer, Jack’s tone of voice changes again; this time, he looks to be quivering with trepidation as his thought patterns begin to settle down. For the first time, we begin to see Jack’s softer side shine through his body movements as he slows his pacing down considerably.*

JACK: Now…before I head back out, I need to tell you guys something. Normally, I don’t like to come out here and discuss my contractual situation unless if I need to, but I think that y’all have the right to be informed of a decision that I made before I flew here from Narita.

*Several fans begin to gasp as they realize that something huge is about to happen.*

JACK: I’ve been with this company for three years, but I’ve been in the business since I started workin’ in Asylum back in September of ’07. In the four years I’ve spent in this business, my entire life went for a ride that no one had ever expected it to go. I’ve traveled over the world and explored new cultures and ideas, and it never mattered if I was a face or a heel because, at the end of every night, I’d go back home with a smile on my face and an optimistic outlook toward the future. I’ve had my ups and downs, but I never quit. I stayed with the game, and because I winged it when no one else thought I would make it, God has blessed me in so many different ways.

*The fans’ cheers begin to subside somewhat as they have a feeling that the shit is about to hit the fan.*

JACK: For the past few months, I haven’t been able to smile as often as I should, and so I decided to go back to Japan—the place where my career took off—and reflect upon the many things that I have done. It’s almost Christmastime, and I’ve always believed that the holidays are the time of year to sit down and think about your experiences and those around you. Now…goddamn it…

*A single, solitary tear falls from his right eye as Jack begins to tremble slightly, and his voice and lips start to quiver as the crowd is almost dead silent at this point.*

JACK: *sigh* Fuck….ya know, this is gonna be one of the hardest things that I’ve ever said in the three years I’ve been with this federation, but after lookin’ at myself in the mirror and reflecting upon the ride I went through, I have to say that the rumors are true. After “Redemption V”…

*”The Golden Eagle” blinks his eyes as he scans the audience, knowing full well that the time has finally come for him to announce that—*

JACK: …I won’t be coming back to PWA.

*The shit does hit the fan as the audience gasps in shock and horror; the reaction soon turns to a steady stream of cheers and applause as the fans remember the times they spent with “The Golden Eagle.”*

RAY: My…I-I-I can’t believe it…

CARL: Damn…just…I’ll be goddamned…

JACK: Yeah…three years is a helluva long time to be associated with a wrestling promotion of this scale, but I’ve always believed that some marriages tend to work yet most end in divorce or death. I want everyone here to know that this has been coming since last June, and to be honest with you, this wasn’t a very easy decision to make. Over the years, I’ve participated in some failed programs and angles like TNW or Exile, and some people in this audience have the right to not forgive me for being a part of those storylines to begin with. To me, it was never about whom you worked with, but it was rather about telling your own story and learning about new ideas from those around you. I’ve been loyal to this company for three years, but given everything I’ve been through recently, I felt…like it was time for me to move on and change the scenery. Ever since I first signed with PWA, I’ve been one of the most loyal personalities that anyone can ever know; I never thought about jumping ship and starting my own promotion because I was being thrown under the bus—I stuck with you guys in PWA because y’all are the only people I’ve known because I truly cared about you and loved you as a human being would love his own family.

*For the first time in a long time, we see Jack Gaither in a state of peace with himself. Humbled beyond his hero or villain gimmicks, the Morgantown native can only smile and nod his head lovingly.*

JACK: Since it’s almost Christmastime and “Redemption V” is fast approaching, you all know what I’m looking for, but I swear to God that even if I lose…I’m gonna lose and go home with a smile on my face because even in defeat, I would have proved myself to be special. Thanks for the ride my friends; it was…worth it all.

*And with that, the former World Champion drops his microphone and receives a humbling round of applause. As Black Sabbath’s “Iron Man”—the very same entrance theme he used back in his debut at Violation 39 three years ago—Jack slowly walks out of the ring and acknowledges the fans who either cheered or booed him during the past thirty-six months. Slowly, “The Golden Eagle” walks out of the arena as the music fades out, but not before hearing it from the crowd for what could be the final time in a PWA event.*

FANS: THANK YOU JACK!
THANK YOU JACK!
THANK YOU JACK!
THANK YOU JACK!
THANK YOU JACK!
THANK YOU JACK!

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The camera cuts to Carl Franks and Ray Quadros sitting at their ringside announce desk, a solemn look on both of their faces. Quadros nervously shuffles a stack of papers as Franks composes himself and speaks directly into the camera.

Franks: Ladies and gentlemen, this morning Zakk Bryce was assaulted at a PWA autograph signing at the Northgate Mall Shopping Center. The PWA had cameras at the event and captured the entire attack on film. Please, be advised that the following footage might be disturbing to some viewers.

The camera cuts to a film of the autograph signing, with Zakk Bryce sitting behind a folding table with a stack of 8x10 posters sitting in front of him. Fans shuffle through the line, with Bryce smiling while he signs posters and makes small talk with them. A young fan walks up, holding onto a toy PWA Wrestling Ring, setting it down in front of Bryce. Zakk grabs the ring and pulls it over to sign it when a man in a suit places his hand on Bryce’s shoulder.

PWA Rep: Mr. Bryce, our agreement prohibits you from signing anything other than the pictures provided to you.

Bryce: Are you serious?

PWA Rep: I’m sorry. Those are the rules.

Bryce looks at the PWA rep and scoffs, grabbing the ring and signing his John Hancock on the logo, giving it back to the kid who happily shuffles off. Bryce pulls another picture in front of him, without looking up, signing his name and saying,

Bryce: Who can I make this out to?

Crowley: Ashton Crowley.

Bryce looks up, shocked, just in time to see Crowley rear back with a folding chair and hit him square on the top of his head and sending Bryce toppling backwards. Crowley pushes the pictures off of the table and slides over, bringing the chair with him. Bryce begins to push himself up to retaliate, but Crowley drives the chair into the side of his head again. Bryce topples backwards, through the backdrop .

Crowley drops the chair and springs on Bryce, pummeling him with rights and lefts before dragging the young superstar to his feet. He pulls him up, driving a knee into his face as he does so, breaking Bryce’s nose in the process. Grabbing him by his hair, he pulls him up and slams him face first into the wooden table. Bryce’s head rebounds off of the table and he crumples to the floor.

As Bryce is stunned, on the floor, Crowley grabs his leg and flips him over, wrenching on his ankle, twisting it in an Ankle Lock as Bryce screams, slapping his hand on the floor in an act of submission. The PWA Rep tries to pull Crowley off, but being half Crowley’s size, can’t even budge the man. Crowley continues to wrench on Bryce’s ankle, with the young superstar screaming in agony. Crowley eases off of the hold for a moment, giving Bryce momentary relief before redoubling his efforts and wrenching on Bryce’s ankle even harder. There is a momentary pause in the hold before Bryce’s ankle finally gives way with a sickening snap. Crowley lets go, a feral look in his eye, and he grabs the chair as Bryce writhes in pain on the ground. He walks over, clamping the chair down on Bryce’s broken ankle. He leans over and whispers something into Bryce’s ear before stomping down on the chair once, twice, then three and four times, each time the chair clamping down a little further.

Crowley pulls the chair off of Bryce and drags him to his feet. Bryce can hardly even stand as Crowley drags him to his feet. Pulling Bryce over the chair, he jumps up and lands square with the Eternal Hangover, driving Bryce’s face into the steel of the chair. Popping up quickly, he pushes the PWA Rep off of him and grabs Bryce, dragging him to his feet. He drags him over to a wall and drives him face first into the concrete wall and letting him slump down. Bryce turns to face Crowley, blood covering his face, and Crowley looks at the helpless young superstar, a sadistic grin on his face.

As Bryce is slumped against the wall, Crowley takes a step forward and swat kicks him square in the face with a sickening crunch. He grabs the chair and drives the edge of the chair into Bryce’s face a couple times, then winds up and slams the chair into Bryce’s head a couple more times, trapping it between the wall and the chair with every hit.

Finally, PWA security manages to get onto the scene and drags Crowley off of Bryce, who is now slumped against the wall, twitching in an unhealthy manner.

Crowley shrugs off the security and shoves away from them, turning his anger towards the fans and lashing out, throwing punches at whichever one is closest to him. He connects with a couple punches on a couple different fans before security is back on him, dragging him off, away from the carnage that he has left.

The camera cuts back to Franks and Quadros, who are again sitting solemnly at the announce table.

Franks: Zakk Bryce is currently in critical condition in the Intensive Care Unit of Our Lady of Lourdes Regional Medical Center. His ankle has been broken in four places, he has sustained multiple scull fractures and has sustained a concussion that has left him with severe swelling of the brain. He has undergone multiple surgeries to fix his broken ankle and to attempt to relieve the swelling in his brain and is currently in a medically induced coma until a decision can be made as to how to proceed. His prognosis is still unclear, but we will update you as soon as any more information is known.

Franks clears his throat and continues.

Franks: In regards to Ashton Crowley, he has been suspended indefinitely, without pay, and banned from any PWA arena in the interim until a disciplinary hearing can be held to determine his future with the PWA. As for Crowley’s match tonight against Cross Recoba, Wren Chesney has awarded the victory to Recoba via forfeit. Obviously, our thoughts and prayers are with Zakk Bryce’s family right now and any well wishes can be sent to the PWA offices and they will be passed on to his family.

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[ A video promo begins after the previous match as it fades into a steamy room, perhaps a Dexter Davis and Freya Davis hot sexually laced promotional video? As the steam begins to subside we are soon given the true star of this promo as The Butcher stands behind an ironing board with an iron in hand, running it back and forth over some freshly cleaned laundry. He's dressed in a pair of pressed black trousers and a tucked in white tank top undershirt that shows off the scars and burns along his arms from a career long since ended. He is looking down at the shirt he is ironing, with a sneer, obviously not pleased about his current situation. However, as soon as he notices he is on camera, he picks up his head and smiles deeply into the lens as if he were a snake oil salesman. ]

The Butcher: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I hope you are enjoying the latest Donail Swiggette production known as Violation 142. You are not? Well neither am I.

Here I stand before you all a humble man ironing my clothes as any good house wife...err...make that, as any fine and proper man such as myself should do. Yes, with these tough economic times I find myself just like any other common man these days: unemployed. And with unemployment comes new job training. Jobs such as washing the dishes, doing the laundry, cooking amazing Rachel Ray meals in under 30-minutes, and even ironing the clothes. Chores that must be done. Chores that have been thrown upon my lap unfortunately by my current condition of unemployment. It is no fun having your wife be the breadwinner in the home. I am not a fan.

[ The Butcher looks down at his shirt on the ironing board and continues going over it with the steaming hot iron as he smiles devilishly. ]

The Butcher: Indeed, times are tough. There should be no job any man will not do to take care of his family and just like the millions of unemployed men out there, I too am scrounging for any kind of work I can find. Mop floors? Been there. Pick apples in an orchard. Done that. Butcher...unsuspecting chickens? Someone had to do it, right?

And so here I am with my next line of employment. A “special” job if you will. One that few would want to do but one that must be done.

[ The Butcher sets down his iron on its base, letting the steam waft into the air to add more to the scene. Then with both hands he reaches for his finely pressed clothing, holding it up in front of him. In his hands is a nice brand new black striped referee shirt. He looks down at it proudly as he shows it off. ]

The Butcher: I have been hired to be tonight's special guest referee during the Logan Steel vs. Zex match. Not an easy task but a job I must perform or find myself unemployed yet again.

Zex and Logan, Zex and Logan. Two flashy light heavyweights. In Zex's case, he is the current PWA Light Heavyweight Champion. As for Logan Steel, he is a former multi-time international light heavyweight champion that has since retired and gone on to become a PTN Network representative. Both are fierce and fast. One wonders if I'll be able to keep up with them in the ring with my gimp leg. Zex is as creative in the ring as he is out of it while Logan Steel was the one that standardized many of the maneuvers you see light heavyweights perform today.

Logan Steel at one time earlier this year saved my job after Donail Swiggette and Wren Chesney tried to fire me because I continually made them look incompetent. Zex on the other hand aided Donail Swiggette as he tried to rid PWA of my existence. Logan and I have become friends over the years, especially this year as we worked out the deal to bring you all PWA Violation each week on the PTN Network. Zex hates my guts because he is under the misguided notion that I purposely “held him back” from his self-appointed position in the PWA ladder.

[ The Butcher takes the pressed, wrinkle-free referee shirt and raises it over his head, putting it over his body before beginning to tuck it in. ]

The Butcher: Despite what anybody may say coming into this match, I will call it down the middle. I will NOT have any bias towards Zex nor will I hold any favoritism towards Logan Steel. Why? Because I have a job to do. As an unemployed man I have no choice but to do a good job. My very livelihood depends on it. I am a man and I'll be a damn professional about it. Besides, I don't think I can handle any more of wife's jabs that she makes more money than me.

Zex, Logan, PWA needs me to referee this match. I will do what is right for this promotion as I have since day one. I live for this company. All this time away from it has left me empty. Now I feel whole again for this one last opportunity to do the right thing in the ring. Logan, Zex, whatever our past was, our present is, or our future will be, you will get the refereeing that PWA demands and needs from me in this match. This I can promise you both.

Think this is a joke for me? It isn't. I friggin ironed my own shirt for once! That is how serious I take this. It is a special occasion on a special night for a special match. It is only fair that I do my job correctly and professionally. Zex, Logan, good luck to both of you. I'll see you both in the ring soon.

[ With that said, The Butcher exits the scene dressed up as a referee as he leaves the hot iron continue steaming on the ironing board. ]

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~The lights on the entrance ramp flash purple as the opening line of The Prodigy's "Omen" hits around the arena~

"IT'S AN OMEN!"

~Chris Card walks down the entrance ramp, dressed in one of his finest custom tailored Saville Row suits, and the co holder of the Tag Team Championship walks down to the announce table, sitting in between Franks and Quadros~

Franks: It looks like we're going to be joined for this tag team match by Chris Card. Chris, this is a chance to scout out Dexter Davis for your upcoming match

Card: That's right, Mr Franks. And of course the winners of this match will be gunning for High Finance's titles as well. So I'm here to observe and give my opinions.

Quadros: And we're always happy to hear from someone as intelligent as you on the subject of professional wrestling!

Card: As you should be, Mr Quadros. After all, we cannot deny the many PWA fans their weekly dose of enlightenment.

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

Ferdinand: Hailing from Odessa, Texas, and weighing 295lbs...This...is...Slade! And now...his partner.

~ A bang of a drum ushers dramatic music into the area...the lights flicker and pure white smoke billows from the stage. As the music plays, a voiceover begins to play...

"It's been a long time coming...It's life or death for me now...But you know, there's no turning back now....This is what makes me...This is what I am..."

As the voiceover ends, the beat drops and the lyrics of Nas' "Hate Me Now" begin as "The Franchise" Dade Davis appears on the stage, grinning ear-to-ear at the crowd, who erupts in jeers as crimson red pyro erupts behind him. As Dade smiles, he nods his head and mouths along to the lyrics...

"You can hate me now, but I won't stop now, cuz I can't stop now...You should hate me now, but I won't stop now, cuz I can't stop now...."

~ He walks to the ring, arms outstretched. Davis rolls in under the bottom rope and goes from corner to corner, chin high as he awaits the match to begin. ~

Ferdinand: Hailing from Boston, MA, and weighing in at 265lbs, this is the current Primetime Champion..."The Franchise" Dade Davis!

Card: I have a lot of time for Dade Davis. Anyone who can pull off such a power play to win the Premiere Title can only be regarded as one of the smartest cookies in the PWA's jar.

Franks: What about Slade?

Card: Slade is one hell of a physical specimen, and on top of that he's got a certain flow to his style that I like.

And now...their opponents....

~ The introduction of "Listen" by Index Case begins to blare through the arena's sound system. The lights dim down when the chorus and the heaviest part of the song starts. From there out steps Eric McLean and Dexter Davis. The crowd stands to their feet and gives them a huge ovation. The two men shake hands and give the bro hug to look back and see Freya Davis and Sadie McLean come out as their cheerleaders. Each man takes their respective wife by the hand as they all walk to the ring, slapping hands and having a good time. When at the ring the ladies enter first before the men enter. Dexter and Eric stand in the middle of the ring and chest bump while Freya and Sadie give both men kisses. The cheerleaders leave the ring to allow Eric and Dexter to finish preparing for the upcoming contest.~

Ferdinand: Coming in at a combined weight of 448lbs...Accompanied by Sadie Sanderson McLean and Freya Davis, this team consists of Eric "The Red" McLean, and the current Primetime Champion, Dexter Davis. Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Modern...Day...Future!!!!

Franks: You've had your problems with both these men in the past, Chris.

Card: And I'm sure I will in the future. Eric has a lot of talent for one so wet behind the ears in this industry. Dexter Davis has surprised a lot of people.

Quadros: Dexter criticised you as being a man who's ego is as big as his wallet.

Card: Oh, he's wrong on that point. I'll admit to having a huge ego. But I have a far larger wallet.

*ENORMOUS FACE POP!*

~ The two teams confer in their respective corners, and after a moment, it's decided that Dex and Dade will start things off for their respective tandems. The Premiere Champion smirks at his namesake, and motions for Dex to come forward and do his worst. The Primetime Champion seems happy to oblige and steps forward to lock up, only to be caught on the way in with a stiff toe kick to the gut. Dade follows up with a stiff European Uppercut that sends his foe reeling back into the ropes, and then follows up by grabbing his arm and whipping him into the opposite set of strands. The Franchise rumbles forward with the intent of decapitating his foe with a Running Clothesline...But Dex ducks under the attack and counters by jumping onto the second rope and flipping backward into a spectacular Moonsault Headscissors Takedown that catches Dade completely by surprise and sends him sprawling to the canvas! ~

Franks: What a move there! Dexter Davis showing off his unique high flying skills!

~ As the crowd pops for the high risk move, Dex springs to his feet and waits for his opponent to rise. As soon as that happens, the Primetime Champion jumps up and connects with a stiff Standing Dropkick that sends Dade sprawling onto the seat of his trunks in the nearest neutral corner! Dex then tags in his partner, and the two race forward and connects with a stiff Double Hesitation Dropkick! As Dex makes his way back to his corner, Eric drags his opponent out of the corner and applies the cover for the first pinfall attempt of the match...

1...2...Kick Out!

Card: You can fly as much as you like, but it will come back to haunt you at some point.

Quadros: Incisive insight there, Chris!

~ Undaunted, McLean just pulls the Premiere Champion to his knees and just UNLOADS with a series of stiff shoot kicks to the head and chest of his rival, before capping the sequence with a brutal Buzzsaw Kick to the temple! Davis collapses onto the mat, bleeding a bit from the lip, and McLean once again applies the cover to his battered rival...~

1...2...TH-Kick Out!

Franks: What a stiff kick from McLean! That would knock out a lesser man!

Card: You are the voice of the lesser man in this federation, Mr Franks. But i will agree, I've knocked out people with kicks like that. And several better than that.

~ McLean blinks a bit in surprise, but manages to keep his cool, and simply pulls his foe up again before sliding behind him so that he can power him over into a sick Snap Saito Suplex! The Franchise crashes onto his head and shoulders, and Red once again applies the cover, this time making certain to hook the leg...~

1...2...THRE-NO! Another Kick Out!

Franks: McLean has a good pace going in this match so far.

Quadros: Yeah but he's got to slip up sooner or later, right Chris?

Card: It's hard to keep up this sort of offense for extended periods of time. That's McLean's problem here.

~ McLean shakes his head in disbelief, but then quickly composes himself as he pulls Davis off the mat and sets him up for the Gator Roll Facebuster he calls RED ALERT! WAIT! Slade rumbles into the ring, and while Andy Sheppard manages to intercept him and usher him back to his corner, this gives Dade the chance to counter his foe's attempt to finish the match by driving an Uppercut into his groin! BOOO! Eric doubles over in pain, and Davis takes advantage of the opening to apply a headlock and spike his foe down to the mat with a nasty Implant DDT! Dade rolls over and applies the cover, making a point of grinding his forearm into his foe's face as the official tolls the count...~

Card: Watch how Dade adds that extra bit of impact to even a simple pin cover.

1...2...T-NO! An infuriated Dex charges into the ring and breaks up the count with a low Dropkick to the jaw!

Franks: Great save by Dexter Davis there.

Card: Smart tag team wrestling. He must have been watching High Finance matches.

~ The official issues a stern warning to Dex as he ushers him out of the ring, while Davis' namesake decides he needs a breather and tags his partner into the match. Slade enters the ring legally for the first time in the contest, and quickly makes his presence known to Eric by jumping up and dropping a leg across the back of his foe. McLean crashes onto his face, and his foe proceeds to shoot the half nelson and roll him over for the cover...~

1...2...TH-Kick Out!

Quadros: Great pinning predicament from Slade there.

Card: People often underrate Slade's technical abilities. He has a lot more going for him than just size.

~ Slade simply smirks as he climbs up before he begins to drop a series of Knee Stomps into his opponent's chest and head. The Texas native then reaches down and wraps his hand across his foe's throat, before he lifts him off the mat and into the air before driving him right back down into the canvas with a thunderous CHOKEBOMB! McLean lies on the mat with his back arched in pain, and Slade's smirk grows a bit more pronounced as he drops down and places a single hand across his foe's chest in a rather insulting cover...~

Franks: Overconfidence from Slade there.

Card: Slade knows he can win this match. He's backing his own abilities here.

1...2...THRE-NO! Another Kick Out!

~ The big man's smirk freezes in place and then dissolves as he stares down at his rival. Slade proceeds to vent his anger by assuming the mount and delivering a series of right hands to his opponent's face, before he pulls him up and connects with another right hand that sends Eric staggering back into the corner. The Texas native then backs up a few steps and then charges forward with the intent of taking his foe's head off with a Corner Lariat! NO! Eric brings up his knees and Slade collides chest first against them! The big man stumbles backward from the impact, and Red tries to capitalize by leaping onto the second rope, and then bouncing off the top into a Double Jump Moonsault Attack. OH MY! Slade catches his foe across his shoulder in mid air! Before Eric can react, Slades charges forward and drives him back first into the turnbuckle, and then drives him HARD into the mat with a thunderous Running Powerslam!

Franks: TEXAS STAMPEDE!

~ Once again, Slade applies the cover, positioning himself in such a way where he can keep Dex in his sights....~

1....2....THREE-NO! NOT QUITE! ERIC KICKS OUT!!!!!

Franks: That was a very close call for Eric McLean there.

Card: If you have an edge, run with it. Slade's edge in this mat is his size and power.

~ Slade glares in the direction of the official, who simply holds up two fingers while mouthing the words "Sorry, man. That wasn't enough." Pulling Red up to his feet by the hair, the big man mutters "Yeah? Well, this WILL be..." as he boots Red hard in the gut. The Texas native then hoists Red up so that he can send him on his FINAL TRIP...HOLY!! Countered! Somehow, Eric is able to counter the Powerbomb variation into a Hurricanrana to take his foe to the mat, before chaining from this move directly into a tight Cross-Armbreaker! ~

*SUBMISSION OUT OF NOWHERE POP!*

Franks: What a counter from Eric! Slade is in trouble now!

Card: I'll always show appreciation for good, solid technical wrestling. After all, it's what I do myself.

~ Eric wrenches back on the submission hold for all that he's worth, causing Slade to yell in agony! The fans begin to chant "Tap!" as loud as they can, but Slade's NOT prepared to do that, and instead simply grits his teeth and slowly works his way up to his feet. Eric tries to shift his weight to roll his foe back down to the mat, but the big man isn't having any of that, and instead simply dead-lifts his foe into the air, before diving forward into a modified Powerbomb that drives his foe back first into the mat! Sadie and Freya let out audible gasps at ringside, and Dex hisses a curse as he watches Eric lie quivering on the mat, and the crowd volume drops to a near hush as Slade drags himself over and drapes his body across his rival with a lateral press....~

1....2....THREEEE-NO! NOW WAY! SHOULDER UP AT 2.99999!!!!!

Quadros: Oh, Slade nearly had the match won there!

Card: Look at the quality of that counter from Slade. He has the power advantage and he used it there to great effect.

~ Slade unleashes an angry groan, and pounds the mat in frustration; the Premiere Champion calls out to him from the corner and urges him to stay calm and keep his mind focused upon the task at hand. The big man nods his head in response, and pulls Eric back to his feet; he then tags his partner into the match and then whips McLean into the ropes so that Davis can catch him on the rebound with a Thesz Press. Davis then follows up with a few punches to the head, before capping this sequence by spitting directly into Eric's face!!!!~

Franks: What disrespect from Dade Davis there!

Quadros: I love it, Franks!

Card: Get under your opponent's skin. Make them angry. Make them make mistakes.

~ The Premiere Champion spends a moment basking in the crowd's hatred and them smirks toward his fuming namesake before he pulls Eric up and boots him in the chest to double him over in pain. He then cinches in a headlock and hoists his foe upside down into Vertical Suplex position, and lets him hang there for a moment before he drops his foe head first into the mat with a Brainbuster! The Franchise breaks out into a self satisfied grin as he rises to his feet and stares down at his stricken rival, before he murmurs "You should have run, Eric. You really should have run." He then lifts Eric up and boots him hard in the gut, before he hooks the arms and lifts him up so that he can drop him on his head with his vaunted Vertebreaker...~

Quadros: NO CLASS!!!

~ But somehow, Eric manages to find the energy needed to flip out of the move and land on his feet behind his rival. Without wasting a moment, McLean sinks in a Cross-face Chicken wing to his surprised opponent, and then proceeds to fall backward into a sick Millennium Suplex that sends Davis crashing head first to the canvas! ERIC'S TRIP! Davis lies quivering on the mat, looking dead to the world, allowing McLean the chance to drag himself toward his corner and use the last of his energy to tag in his partner! ~

*HUGE FACE POP FOR THE HOT TAG!*

Franks: HE MADE THE TAG! HERE COMES DEXTER DAVIS!

~ Dexter vaults into the ring, and charges forward to meet Slade, who had entered the ring in an effort to keep things from getting out of hand. But these efforts go for naught, because Dex catches him coming in with a Dropsault that sends Slade flying backward out of the ring- and then uses the momentum of the move to flip backward into a Moonsault onto the prone form of his battered namesake before applying the cover...~

1...2...THR-NO! Kick out!

Franks: Oh! So close!

Card: I think you actually have to murder Slade before pinning him. If some wrestlers are double tough, Slade's about quadruple tough. Maybe even quintuple.

~ Undaunted, Dex pulls The Franchise up to his feet by the arm and then shows some impressive power by hoisting his foe up onto his shoulders before dropping him directly into the path of a Backflip Kick that connects flush to the face! OH! DADE DAVIS GOES 2 PELE!!! Dade staggers backward and ends up in the MDF corner; this gives Eric the chance to connect with an Enzuigiri that sends Davis staggering out of the corner and back toward Dex, who quickly doubles him over with a stiff shoot kick to the gut! Dex then sinks in a Pumphandle and hoists his foe upside down, before sitting out into the Piledriver variation known as THE NEW YORK DRIVE BY! THUD! Dade lies twitching on the mat, and Dex quickly rolls his opponent over and applies the cover, making certain to hook the leg as the official tolls the count! ~

1...2...THR-NO! Kick out!

Franks: Oooooohh... another very close call!

~ Dex's sighs and shakes his head, but he quickly regains his cool and simply waits for his opponent to struggle off the mat before lashing out with a Roundhouse Kick that's designed to knock his head off his shoulders! WAIT! The Franchise somehow manages to catch the leg! Before Dex can react, the Premiere Champion then twists the limb into his officially stolen Flux Capacitor Ankle Lock, and begins to wrench on the submission hold for all that he's worth. Dex's eyes bulge out in shock and agony, but he keeps his wits about him and then jumps up into a Rolling Mule Kick that clips Dade under the chin!~

Franks: Great counter by Dex!

Card: That's what he's capable of. Of course I have counters for his counters....

~ Davis staggers backward and flops to the seat of his trunks- but fortunately for him, he ends up near his team's corner, allowing Slade the chance to reach down and tag himself into the match. Meanwhile, Dex has tagged in his partner, and the two fresh men charge forward and begin to exchange blows! Big right hand by the big man! Eric fires back with a right of his own, followed by a second and a third! Slade accepts these blows, and responds with a toe kick to the guy, and a kneeling uppercut that sends Red reeling back into the ropes! Eric manages to shake off the effects of these strikes, but they've done the job that Slade intended and given him the time to set up the BIG F'N BOOT that connects flush against Red's face when he steps forward to continue the slugfest! McLean crashes to the mat in a heap, and Slade nods to himself in satisfaction as he drops down to apply the cover...~

Quadros: BIG F'N BOOT! McLean got LEVELLED!

1...2...THREEENOOOOOO!!!! Red gets his shoulder off the mat at the VERY last moment!

~ Slade clearly thought that was the end of the match, because his mouth drops open in utter disbelief. After growling and cursing in frustration, the big Texan pulls Red up by the hair and shoves him back roughly into the nearest corner before driving a series of hard shoulders into his gut. The former World Champ then plasters him with a series of hard right hands before he boots him hard in the gut and yanks him away from the corner while applying a standing headscissors. After yelling "That's IT!" as loud as he can, the Odessa resident proceeds to hoist his opponent up into Crucifix Powerbomb position. But before he can toss him into the turnbuckles, Eric shifts his weight and manages to slide down and land on his feet, with his arms hooked around his opponents. At that point, Dex sprints into the ring and then charges off the ropes and BLASTS Slade with a Slide Kick to the face, allowing Eric to take him over into a Backslide Pin...!!!!~

Franks: Back to the Future!!!!

1....2....THRE-Slade somehow manages to twist out, but Eric grimly hangs onto him and simply pulls him up and sends him crashing right back down with his vaunted Gator Roll Facebuster! RED ALERT! A somehow recovered Dade steps forward to intercede, but Dex cuts him off in painful fashion by spinning into the Egyptian Destroyer that he calls THE LOOSE CANNON! Meanwhile, Eric rolls Slade over onto his back with an Oklahoma Roll, and hangs onto the pinning combination for all that he's worth...

1....2....THREEEE!!!!

*DING! DING! DING!*

Ferdinand: Here are your winners...Modern Day Future!!!!

Card: Well I can't say I'm happy with that result. But I've learned a lot today. As have you and the fans at home from listening to my wisdom.

~ Card stands up from the announce desk and begins to walk off ~

Quadros: I feel enlightened, Franks!

~ The crowd roars in approval, and Sadie and Freya applaud happily as they watch the official raise their hands in victory. The members of Modern Day Future grin in satisfaction, but their grins fade when they notice Chris Card saluting their effort with a mocking "gold clap". Dex and Eric glance toward Terchnical Perfection, and then down at the prone and nearly unconscious Premiere Champion, before they both break out into enigmatic grins...~

Quadros: Wait a second. What do these two think they're doing!?

~ That question is soon answered when MDF pull The Franchise up and proceed to hurl him through the ropes and directly toward the current Tag Team Champion. Card goes wide-eyed and just manages to step out of the way, and after watching Dade crash onto the floor beside him, casts a withering gaze toward the man in the ring. Eric shrugs and points toward the Tag Team Strap around Technical Perfection's waist; while Dex mouths the words "See ya soon". Technical Perfection regains his composure as he nods his head, before he bows mockingly as he leaves the ringside area. Eric and Dex watch him leave, before resuming their victory celebration.~

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PWA Violation comes back from a short commercial and straight into a video package; where you see some highlights from the career of “The Artist” Zex; the first few images are of match between Zex and Ricky Green Vs The Butcher and Omar Owens for the TNW Tag Team titles; where you see Zex raise the tag team title over his head...The following image is of Zex and Demitre Lionheart as TNW Tag Team Champions fighting with Bryce Michaels and Scorpion as a voice over kicks in.

“Some superstars excel in the ring, they give their all and reap the rewards.”

The next montage of footage shows Zex and Dante Lionheart battling Nightmare Inc and becoming the first ever PWA Tag Team Champions; followed by the inception of Project Catastrophe and some footage of Zex’s artwork.

“Some superstars have talents beyond the ring.”

The next footage is of Zex leaping from the top rope, hanging from X Wire and leaping off ladders as the fans chant his name “Zex, Zex, Zex” over and over; here you see Zex high fiving fans and throwing his T-Shirt into the audience.

“Some superstars have the fans in the palm of their hands.”

The next footage shows “the new” Zex as he attacks Red Dragon and snaps his Femur Bone, drilling the young El Fantastico fan Sarita onto the stage, the kidnapping of Freak Nasty along with Zex reintroducing the Crimson Collection and taking the blood of Omar Owens.

“Some superstars throw it ALL AWAY!”

Here you see Zex shaking hands with Donail Swiggette; winning the PWA Tag Team titles with Omar Owens, raising the PWA Prime Time title above his head, rolling up Jake Keeton for the cheap Light Heavyweight Championship win and then raising the Light Heavyweight Title above his head after beating Cross Recoba.

“While other superstars take a very diffident route.”

You now see footage of Logan Steel at his Steel Works facility training young up and coming wrestlers who want to break into the business, the next shows his wall of accolades from around Europe, Mexico and Japan before finally stopping on the TNW Franchise Championship; before flashing images of the many wrestlers Logan has trained including Evan Andrews, JJ Biggs, Valentine Lionheart and of course Zex.

The Screen then flashes to Demitre Lionheart who sits alone in an interview room; he shakes his head and then stares at the screen.

Demitre: You want to know my thoughts on Logan Steel? Are you serious or just stupid? Logan is a liar and a charlatan; and anyone who think otherwise has been manipulated just like these stupid fans...Logan Steel can not be trusted as far as you can throw him; and when you are a the perfect specimen like me you can throw him pretty far...And I still wouldn’t trust that man.

Demitre pauses for a second as you can see the bitterness for his father etched into his face.

Demitre: Zex on the other hand is the future of PWA; and has been held back for almost a year. Despite all that “The Artist” has still risen to the top of this industry and has the right attitude to achieve his goal of becoming PWA Heavyweight Champion.

The screen then flashes a few images of Logan hitting his Cold Steel finishing move and Zex dropping people with the Zexplosion.

At that point, PWA Hall of Famer Evan Andrews appears on screen, and the expression on the face of the one time Terminus becomes thoughtful as he begins to speak about the man who once served as his mentor.~

Evan: I know this will sound like so much hyperbole, but I really think it's impossible to overstate Logan Steel's importance to, and influence upon the wrestling industry.

The reason why I say that isn't just because he took me under his wing and mentored me when I was still struggling to make a name for myself in TNW, or because his in ring style served as the primary foundation for the manner in which I perform inside the ring. No, the reason why I say that is because Logan was always able to find ways to challenge his pupils to become better and stronger competitors. I may not have always agreed with his methods...But given my success of his proteges, and the fact that I employed a lot of the same techniques when training students at the Factory, I think these methods have proved to be effective.

So, yeah...Logan Steel means a lot...Not just to me, but to wrestling in general.

~ At that point, the topic of conversation turns to the upcoming match involving Logan Steel and the current PWA Light Heavyweight Champion, Zex. Evan's tone of voice becomes colder as he discusses the topic of Logan's scheduled opponent. ~

Evan: I've known Zachary for a while, now...And never really found it in my heart to like the guy very much. He's always been too abrasive and obnoxious for my liking, and too willing to boast about his abilities and accomplishments at the drop of a hat- rather than letting them speak for themselves.

But what really bothers me about the guy is that fact that all the energy he spends inflating his own ego and sense of importance is causing him to waste the talent he has. If he would just concentrate upon forging his own identity, rather than with pretending to be someone he's not, he might actually achieve the greatness he desires.

I think that's why he reacts so poorly to Logan Steel. He ALWAYS reacts poorly when confronted by someone who isn't baffled by his particular brand of BS, and who is capable of calling them on their crap.

And that's why I'm looking forward to watching my one time mentor wrestle against them this week...Because I think Logan's gonna expose Zex's lies and call him out in extremely painful fashion...

And I'm gonna enjoy the expression that appears on Zex's face when that happens. Yeah...I really think I will.

An image of Logan Steel with the former Terminus from TNW fills the screen before fading to back...

Where you see the smug face of Donail Swiggette puffing on a cigar and laughing to himself.

Donail: Logan...THAT CRACKA!? I HATE ANYONE who calls themselves a member of “The Brotherhood!” More like Aryan Brotherhood; this man has been a thorn in my side for the past six months and I am SICK TO DEATH of him! This is why I have hired the serves of one Zack E. Xavier; Zex helped me get rid of The Butcher and now he will get rid of Logan Steel! MARK MY WORDS SUCKA!

Donail laughs to himself as the screen fades away from his image and to an empty room when PWA Superstar Nighthawk sits down in a folding chair with the World Heavyweight Title over his left shoulder. Clad in a black-and-silver butcher's shirt, royal-blue leather pants, and black work boots, the "Wrestling Machine" glowers coolly.

Nighthawk: "People want to know what I think of Logan vs Zex. I've been in the ring with both of them, and my only hope is that Logan can show Zex the meaning of the word respect."

The screen flashes to Logan Steel facing off against Nighthawk and the two of them exchanging holds in an impressive manner; it then flashes to Nighthawk and Zex in a very similar manner going back and forth in the ring before going back to the voice over.

“And tonight...Is the moment of truth...ZEX VS LOGAN STEEL; NO HOLDS BARRED!”

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An expectant hush falls over the crowd as the lights dim, and Freddy Ferdinand steps to the center of the ring as the classic microphone descends from the rafters. Grabbing it with a flourish as the sold-out crowd buzzes in anticipation he steps forward and intones in a deep baritone voice, “This next contest is your main event of the evening and is scheduled for 1 fall. The referee assigned is PWA Senior Official Mickey Vann.”

(The lights dim, 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 removes his lime green jacket, and drops it at ringside near the attendant, along with his walking stick. The Captain slides under the bottom rope, then stands, glaring at the official, and almost stalking him, causing him to jump out of the ring. He then starts to pace back and forth, growling and muttering, like a caged animal waiting to be fed, as he waits for the match to start.)

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

Freddy Ferdinand: “Introducing first, in the corner to my left, he weighed in tonight at 255 pounds and is wearing the purple trimmed with green and white. Coming to us tonight from Coney Island, NY he is a former PWA World Heavyweight Champion, and a former PWA World Tag Team Champion. Ladies and gentlemen please welcome the ‘Most Dangerous Man In The PWA’….. Captain Howdy!”

(As Captain Howdy steps out of his corner, a look of steely-eyed focus on his face as he quite clearly wants to win this match if only to apparently prove something to himself, the crowd responds to the presence of the “World’s Most Dangerous Man” by bombing the ringside area with a flotilla of purple, green, white, and orange streamers which draws a very quick smile from Captain Howdy.)

Franks: Captain Howdy looks ready to go against the PWA World Heavyweight Champion, Ray.

Quadros: He could really use a win here, Carl. Something to go home and tell the kid about.

Freddy Ferdinand: “And now, introducing in the corner to my right, his opponent is wearing his traditional royal-blue trimmed with white and metallic silver. He comes to us tonight from the fighting city of Chicago, Illinois and weighed in at 185 pounds. He is a 4-time PWA World Heavyweight Champion and a 5-time PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion. ladies and gentlemen please welcome your newly crowned PWA World Heavyweight Champion…. ‘The Master of 1000 Holds’…. ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk!”

(As Nighthawk steps out of his corner, raising the World Heavyweight Title above his head with pride, the crowd responds to him with a flotilla’s worth of blue, white, silver, and orange streamers while chanting “Best in the World”.)

Franks: Nighthawk has set the record by being the World Heavyweight Champion four times

(As Nighthawk and Captain Howdy step out of their respective corners, ring jackets and other accouterments left behind, they stare at each other for a moment as the crowd slowly begins to buzz in anticipation over what they know is going to be a battle between two mat-wrestling maestros. Shaking hands in a show of sportsmanship, albeit a joyless show as their white-hot competitiveness is now beginning to burn to the surface, Nighthawk steps right into the center of the ring and goes for the collar-and-elbow tie-up but can’t get anything out of it as Captain Howdy utilizes his advantages in power and sheer muscle mass to grab a standing neck vice. Shaking his fingers no when the referee comes over to check on him the Chicago native now tries to work out a good way to escape out of this neck vice before too much damage can be done, finally settling on reaching his hand inside the neck vice and slowly prying the hold apart until it’s loosened to the point where he can simply duck his head out of the way, loosening his jaw as he does so before going back into the center of the ring and again trying the collar-and-elbow tie-up. Shaking it off again Captain Howdy simply throws the Chicago native off of him before wagging a disapproving finger, almost like a parent scolding a child for misbehaving. Staying down on one knee, loosening up his wrists as he tries to figure out the best plan of attack to deal with this unrelenting force of nature that is currently across the ring from him, Nighthawk slowly gets back up to his feet and again goes for the collar-and-elbow tie-up and is again shoved off before he can get anything going as the New Yorker wags his finger at the “Master of 1000 Holds”.)

(waving the referee over towards him, grabbing a roll of athletic tape out of his back pocket and using it to apply more tape to his fingers and wrists in an attempt to get more grip on his holds, Nighthawk goes back into the center of the ring and this time gets the collar-and-elbow lock up that he wanted, reaching through to grab a top wristlock. trying to lock his hands together to get the absolute most out of the hold that he can the Chicago native tries to flip his way through into a better position, only to stiffen up as if shot before letting go of the wristlock and holding his lower back which gives Captain Howdy just the opening he needs to plaster Nighthawk with a Western Lariat and get the pin.)

Freddy Ferdinand: “The winner of this match…. Captain Howdy.”

Franks: Whoa! Just like that Captain Howdy takes the pinfall victory over the World Heavyweight Champion!

Quadros: Is the mighty Nighthawk done just like that?

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Franks: Can you hear these fans tonight, they are ablaze with electricity.

Quadros: I just hope that Zex and Demitre have a plan; with the crowd this loud, The Butcher as the referee and the fact that Maelstrom is walking around somewhere backstage all I can say is the card is decked against them.

Franks: And here I was thinking that you had the upmost confidence in them.

Quadros: ...

Zex and Logan circle eachother as The Butcher stands back watching closely, Zex looks at Demitre who glares into the ring from the outside, thus giving Logan the opportunity he needs; Logan reaches out with a Collar and Elbow tie and quickly hits a knee to the midsection followed by a very sound hip toss into a seated headlock.

Franks: Zex constantly refers to Logan as an old man; but to me it doesn’t look like he has missed a beat.

Quadros: Unless he had to hear a beat, as I am pretty sure he is going deaf in his old age.

Logan quickly rolls out of the hold and floats over Zex taking both his arms and wrapping them up in a Butterfly lock before managing a Crocodile-Roll not only adding more pressure but forcing Zex into a pinning predicament.

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Zex forces his way out of the hold and rolls straight out of the ring, as Logan kips up to a round of applause form the fans who chant “You Still Got It!” modestly Logan nods and then shares a few words with The Butcher as Zex regroups with Demitre.

Franks: Seems I’m not the only one who feels Logan is on fire.

Quadros: Only fire he knows is from the STDs he has.

Franks: That’s just downright disrespectful.

Zex rolls back into the ring and paces around when Logan charges at him with a forearm smash knocking him up against the ropes, here Logan hits an almighty European-Uppercut before whipping Zex to the opposite ropes. Zex grabs the ropes to stop his momentum and as he does this Demitre runs round the ring and takes hold of Logan’s legs allowing Zex to charge at the veteran with a forearm of his own, followed by a kick to the gut and a snap suplex!

Quadros: Smarts! That’s what will win this one.

Franks: You mean cheating?

Zex gets back to his feet and drops a quick leg drop and covers Logan...

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KICKOUT!

Zex looks at The Butcher and claims he is “counting slow!” of which he honestly wasn’t, here the frustrated Artist stands and hits few more stomps before attempting a cover; BUT Logan pulls him in a rolls him up with a cover of his own.

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KICKOUT!

Zex and Logan both fire back up as Zex screams at The Butcher “What the hell kinda FAST COUNT do you call that!?” The Butcher steps in between Logan and Zex and tells Zex to “Shut up and Wrestle.” Zex shoves the Butcher and walks right into a Superkick from Logan who connects the move to Zex’s chest, just under shooting it a little.

Quadros: Still has it huh? Well he missed that one.

Zex staggers back as Logan flies in with a flurry of low kicks followed by a high kick of which Zex catches, but somehow Logan leaps with one leg wrapping his legs around Zex neck and twisting him to the floor with a head scissors...Zex rolls out of the ring once again.

Franks: Logan knows every wrestling hold in the world...He also knows every counter.

Quadros: And for those that didn’t know Logan collects a pension.

Logan doesn’t waste any time he quickly runs across the ring with a rope flip to the outside, but Demitre pulls a stunned Zex out of the way sending Logan crashing to the ground; The Butcher beigns shouting at Demitre as Zex stomps on his former mentor with uncontrolled aggression. “Get back in the ring!” The Butcher shouts as Zex hoists Logan up and whips him into the ring steps with a crash!

“OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH” go the fans as Logan lays dormant on the outside.

Quadros: Logan Steel...Meet your long lost cousin Stainless Steel!

Zex stalks the fallen Logan as The Butcher warns him to get back in the ring one more time, Zex takes Logan by his hair and rolls him into the ring before climbing the apron and spring boarding into the ring with a Swanton before rolling onto his knees and outstretching his arms screaming “I’m the greatest!”

“Fuck you Artist” the fans chant, causing a cocky smile to grow on Zex’s face as he stands and leans over the ropes blowing a kiss into the audience who boo loudly.

Franks: If Zex spent less time showboating and more time wrestling he may actually win this match.

Quadros: Zex is showboating BECAUSE he is going to win this match.

Zex turns to The Butcher who is checking on Logan, when Zex rushes over and pushes The Butcher shouting “What the fuck are you doing? Helping him up?” The Butcher glares back at Zex before pushing “The Artist” back causing Zex to fall flat on his ass as the fans erupt with laughter. Zex stomps his hands on the mat and stands up getting right in The Butchers face.

Franks: The Butcher is not a man to be messed with; he will slap you across the face and think nothing of it.

Quadros: Oh shut up The Butcher is another pensioner who still thinks he is relevant in this industry; look to the future...LOOK TO THE ARTIST!

Zex shakes his head and turns away form The Butcher; of which leaves him open for Logan’s next attack; as Logan runs leapfrogging over The Butchers back with a forearm straight to the back of Zex’s head, Zex slumps on the middle rope as Logan backs up and looks to the crowd; who suddenly erupt with cheers....

ANAL ZEX!!!! Logan runs at Zex and kicks him straight in the ass with one of Zex’s own moves the Anal Zex...Zex still lays on the middle rope as Demitre runs round the ring to check on him, but Logan senses and opportunity and takes another run up this time leaping off Zex’s back over the top rope and down onto Demitre with a Crossbody...But 6’6 Demitre catches Logan and just PLANTS him with a powerslam!

Franks: That cheating son of a bitch Demitre!

Quadros: So you are calling Logan’s deceased wife Marianna a bitch are you?

Franks: Well...No...It’s a figure of speech!

The Butcher rolls out of the ring and gets in Demitre’s face even though this is a no holds barred match and tells him “Any more of that and I will send you out of here on a stretcher!” Demitre brushes off the Butcher comments and lifts Logan up rolling him inside the ring...The Butcher bites his tongue and renters the ring knowing he has to play it down the middle.

Franks: You know The Butcher really is a class act.

Quadros: Yeah in the 80s...

Zex shakes off the cobwebs and exits the ring sharply, here he looks under the rung and produces a small brass sheet of metal; he turns and lifts it in the air for all to see...As it’s The Butcher’s name plate that Zex took months ago...

Franks: If you look up the words disrespectful and asshole in the dictionary you will see a picture of that man right there.

Quadros: Yeah The Butcher.

“The Artist” rolls back inside the ring and runs at “The Nightrider” just as Logan is getting to his knees; here Zex knees Logan in the side of the head slumping him against the turnbuckle where “The Artist” drives the corner of the brass plaque into Logan’s forehead...STAB!! Cutting Logan open! STAB! Splitting his skin some more...STAB, STAB, STAB!!!

Franks: Zex is insane look at him flipping out with that Plaque.

Quadros: I don’t expect you to understand someone as Artistic as Zex.

Franks: More like Autistic!

The Butcher has had enough and steamrolls in knocking Zex out of the way and snatches the Plaque from his hands; The Butcher stares at his former nameplate for a second as blood drips from it and onto his hands before he stands across Logan and tells Zex to “back off” which causes Demitre to pipe up and jump on the apron.

Franks: I for one would not be upset if The Butcher stops playing it down the middle and takes a shot at Demitre.

Quadros: Oh so it’s ok for Logan and Butcher to cheat but not the other way round?

Franks: It’s called just deserts.

Quadros: Trust a tubby bastard like you to talk about food at a time like this.

The Butcher turns his attentions to Demitre and begins telling the Lionheart Family “To get down and shut up.” As Zex approaches Logan once more only to receive a quick thumb to the eyes from the wiry veteran, followed by a few back hand blows to the stomach and finally an uppercut straight to Zex’s groin as the fans cheer and laugh loudly.

Quadros: DQ him Butch, DQ him!

Franks: In a No Holds Barred match? Are you serious?

Quadros: I thought Logan didn’t like to cheat.

Franks: Zex is the one who brought foreign objects into the ring; as Logan said earlier tonight fight fire with fire.

Logan here picks up the Plaque and digs it corner straight into Zex’s chest before standing up and hammering a few stabs into Zex’s head fore good measure. “The Artist” now busted open falls to the mat as Logan spots Demitre on the ropes and whooshes past The Butcher with a Superkick knocking Demitre off the apron and to the guardrail with a crash.

Quadros: How could you do that to your own son!?

Logan turns back to Zex and drops down for a pin attempt...

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Logan rocks back and looks stunned as he didn’t know Zex had this much fight in him, the now crimson faced PTN Executive slowly climbs the turnbuckle with groggy disposition; as he does this a loud boo emanates from the crowd whose heads turn to the entrance ramp where you see both Donail and Donnie Swiggette.

Quadros: FINALLY the boss is here; things are looking up.

Without hesitation Logan leaps off the top rope with the Twisting Oblivion crashing down onto Zex as the fans go crazy!! Logan rolls off of Zex and lays looking up at the lights.

Franks: Logan retired the Twisting Oblivion years ago due to his age but here right now with his Executive job on the line; this tough old Brit has pulled it off.

The Butcher looks at Logan stunned that he still had it in him and shakes his head in disbelief as Logan rolls over laying one arm over Zex...

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Donnie Swiggette races down the ramp faster then he has ever moved before.

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Donnie reaches the ring...

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Donnie pulls Zex by the legs out of the ring breaking the count as the fans give him hell for his interference. The Butcher checks on Logan who is bleeding profusely and then glares up the ramp and at Donail; the PWA chairman smiles at The Butcher and then takes a cigar out of his pocket and places it in his mouth before lighting it and taking a big drag and blowing smoke into the air.

Franks: All hell has broken loose ladies and gentlemen but if anyone can restore order it’s that man right there.

Donnie rolls Zex back into the ring and begins to search under the ring where he brings out a steel chair; Donnie throws it into the ring and then marches around to where a groggy Demitre is just getting to his feet; Donnie pushes Demitre and begins telling him “You dropped the ball!” Demitre pushes Donnie back and spits out a mildly racist slur; Donnie then swings for Demitre who ducks the punch and swings his own punching Donnie square in the jaw...The two “enforcers” begin to brawl there way up the ramp...As Zex and Logan lay looking at the lights bleeding all over the ring.

Quadros: What...What is going on?

Franks: The egos of Demitre and Donnie couldn’t coexist for long.

Donnie and Demitre go back and forth on the stage as Donail shouts at them to stop; when Maelstrom appears on stage and joins the fray as all three men shed into the backstage area as Donail stares at The Butcher.

Franks: When I said all hell had broken loose that was an understatement!

Zex begins to pull himself up using the ropes as Logan gets to his knees; both men stagger into the ring...RIGHT HAND BY ZEX! LEFT HAND BY LOGAN! KNEE TO THE GUT BY ZEX! FOREARM BY LOGAN...Another forearm...And Another...Logan backs Zex up against the ropes and unloads with some hefty blows; which irritates the PWA Chairman who begins to take off his suit and shirt.

Quadros: Looks like big Donail has had enough; he is going to head to the ring and whoop some ass!

Zex falls to his knees as Logan looks up and braces himself from the oncoming Donail Swiggette when a shadowy figure heads out from backstage and SMASHES Donail straight across the back with a steel chair...The man is none other than....EVAN ANDREWS! The fans go crazy as Evan offers Logan a nod of which Logan returns while Zex’s jaw drops hitting the floor.

Quadros: FIRE THAT MAN!!!

Franks: Way to go Evan; now it’s FINALLY just Zex Vs Logan.

Evan then turns on his heel with a huge smile on his face and walks backstage as Donail lays flat out on the stage; here Logan unloads a few more times before kicking Zex in the stomach and pulling him into PileDriver position...

Franks: Logan is looking for the Cold Steel!

WHACK!!! The fans hush silent stunned and shocked, not knowing what to do or say as The Butcher cracks the steel chair across the back of “The Nightrider...” Logan lets go of the hold as Zex drops him to the mat with the Zexplosion and the Butcher counts the pin.

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Ferdinand: HERE IS YOUR WINNER!!! “THE ARTIST” ZEX!!

Franks: What...what....The Butcher...I...I don’t...I don’t get it...

The Butcher looks down at Logan and utters the words “I’m sorry” as Zex rocks back onto his knees celebrating, The Butcher lifts Zex’s arm in the air as Zex screams “YES! I DID IT!”

Quadros: Ha, ha, ha! The Butcher turned on Logan...

Zex falls back into the corner as The Butcher ushers for a microphone from ringside and swiftly receives it just in time for Donail Swiggette to begin to come around...

The Butcher: So sorry, Logan, but business is business. You were played from the very start. But don't sweat it, Logan, the shot you just took will be well worth it for the cause of PWA.

The crowd starts to boo as The Butcher begins looking out of the ring towards the ailing Donail Swiggette.

The Butcher: It seems you forgot to read the fine print, Donail. You just signed away your spot as the CEO of this company. Go back and look at the contract for this match. The one with your signature on it. Somewhere in there you'll find the stipulation that if Logan Steel lost, then his special guest referee pick would get your spot in the company. And well, Logan Steel lost and I was the special guest referee.

Franks: What?! Is The Butcher claiming he owns PWA now?!

Quadros: I hate contracts when they are done in a rush! Something tells me the brilliant mind of Zex was behind this!

The Butcher: That's right, Donail. Your reign is over and I am back in PWA!

The crowd cheers loudly as Donail Swiggette starts shaking his head that it isn't possible!

The Butcher: Without going back into all the boring details, it was this man here who came to me with a plan to get me back in power. Zex came to me and said what a mistake it was to see Donail Swiggette in power of this company. What an abortion it was to have him making decisions. Zex and I, well we rarely saw eye to eye in the past but in this one case we were on the same page. Together we got the wheels in motion, drew up the contract for this match, and finally did the best this possible for this company. Hit the road, Donail. You are done here.

The crowd cheers loudly as security comes out from the back and begins to drag the irate Donail Swiggette away while he kicks and screams.

Franks: What plot this was, Ray.

The Butcher: One last thing. Zex? This year you claimed that I did everything in my power to hold you back, to keep you out of the spotlight. Whatever you want to think is your business but I'm here to tell you now that you are wrong. You helped me get my place back in PWA so I'll give you the place you think you've earned. This is your shot, Zex, so don't mess it up like you have in the past.

As my first order...well second now that Donail is gone, I am booking the Redemption 5 PWA World Heavyweight Championship main event match as Slade versus Zex versus Nighthawk! Elimination style, winner take all. How does that sound?

The crowd cheers as Zex motions that the title will be his!

Franks: What a turn of events! The Light Heavyweight Champion Zex is going to get a shot at the big belt!

Quadros: Finally he gets what he deserves.

The Butcher: And one last thing before I go. Logan, again, so sorry for what happened to you but I won't leave you out completely. We are going to do something for you and the fans at this coming Redemption 5. As a representative of the PTN Network, I'm sure you will be happy to know that Redemption 5 will be shown on the PTN Network, FREE of charge for all the PWA fans here and around the globe. That's right, everybody will be able to watch one of the premiere events in PWA history on the very same station you watch Violation weekly. It is going to be a memorable event so I hope you all tune in to watch it. Goodnight everybody!

Franks: What a major announcement! Plenty of announcements tonight to go around! Donail Swiggette is gone just like that! The Butcher is back where he belongs, in control! Zex, Slade, and Nighthawk will face off for the World Title, and Redemption 5 will be free for all PWA fans to see! What a night!

Quadros: I especially like that part where Redemption 5 will be Jack Gaither's last match. It's about damn time!

Franks: Be nice, Ray. We are out of time, folks! Tune in next week for Redemption 5! You won't want to miss it!