Written By: Neil
[ 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. ]
TAG TEAM MATCH
Eric McLean & Dexter Davis © vs. Dade Davis & Slade
Written by: Andrew (match) & Will (commentary)
~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...
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...~
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...~
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...
*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.~
MOMENT OF TRUTH
Written by: Sam, Okori, & Andrew
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!”