Violation 121 results, oh my! early!

[Neil]

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VIOLATION 121
Sunday, April 24th, 2011
New Orleans Arena in New Orleans, Louisiana

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SORE LOSER
Written by: John

~The following was recorded on PWA.com shortly after "Mob Rules IV" went off the air.~

*A graphic on the bottom-right corner of the screen reads "RECORDED ON APRIL 13, 2011 - MEXICO CITY." Inside Azteca Stadium's Club América locker room, author John Gillmen is breathing rather heavily--but for a good reason. The Portland native has defeated PWA co_CEO Wren Chesney in what will be known throughout the wrestling fandom as "a match for the ages," and as a result of the back-and-forth affair, he had to receive 39 stitches to close a nasty gash on the back of his head. For Gillmen, who is back in his normal street clothes after wrestling the match in the all-white "Angel of Life" attire, the loss of blood will be an afterthought compared to the reception that he's going to get when he returns to Corpus Christi, and Jack Gaither--the trainer whose career and image were saved thanks to an incredible counter--couldn't be more happier as he puts his friend's shoulders in triumph.*

JACK GAITHER: ALL RIGHT--THERE WASN'T ANY DOUBT IN MY MIND MAN!! You came through like a true champion! You ought to be very proud of what you did tonight, and I know that a LOT of people are gonna be proud of you when we get back home--me, Hiroko, Paul...and especially Aurelly!

*John, whose voice is raw from all that screaming earlier tonight, takes the bloodied mask and tries to give it to his trainer, but Jack has other ideas.*

JOHN GILLMEN: Your mask...I'm sorry if I bloodied your mask...

JACK: J.J., you keep the mask. That's gonna be your trophy to share with everyone back home.

*A jubilant Hiroko enters the locker room with a large green duffel bag; she puts the author's "Angel of Life" gear into the duffel bag before placing the bloody mask into a large sandwich baggie.*

HIROKO: We are packed and ready to go home. Taxi...wait for us outside. J.J.-san, I am...very proud of you!

*Hiroko pulls her spiritual trainee in for a celebratory hug before picking up the duffel bag and exiting the locker room. As John Gillmen walks down the Azteca Stadium corridors and into the parking lot, he sees that the entire Premiere Wrestling staff--from road agents and jobbers to Commissioner Jimmy Cortez and senior official Sasha Brown--is waiting for him. On cue, everyone in the parking garage begins to applaud and cheer, giving the author hugs and high-fives as he makes his way toward a waiting taxi. Just as Hiroko places the duffel bag into the cab's trunk, a loud commotion is heard. John looks off to the side to see a bruised and beaten PWA co-CEO Wren Chesney shove several workers out of the way; the evil woman picks up an African-American road agent by the scruff of his neck, and after he says "hey woman, what ya doin' to the brotha?!," she shoves him right on his ass. Everyone in the parking garage is dead silent as Wren power-walks her way up to the cab and GLARES at the author with pure hatred.*

WREN CHESNEY (gritting her teeth): I...fuckin' hate you!

JOHN: Well Wren, you're nothin' but a sore loser anyway, and no one wants to work for a sore loser like you.

*The "Queen Bitch" really wants to slap the piss out of her rival, but even she knows that what happened to her in the ring was no joke at all. Wren can only grit her teeth some more as she stomps out of the parking lot like a little kid who wants to throw a temper tantrum, but John knows what he must say next.*

JOHN: By the way Wren--

*As if on cue, Wren turns around to face the author; from the looks of things, she's not gonna like what she's gonna hear.*

JOHN: --I want my $1,000,000 check by Violation 121, and you're gonna present it to me LIVE in New Orleans. If you fail to produce the money for me, then you WILL hear from my attorney, and it's gonna cost you more than a million bucks. You're gonna be so bankrupt and so broke that you'll have NO CHOICE but to give your stake in PWA to someone who truly cares about the wrestling business...yours truly.

WREN: GRRRRRRRR...

*And just like that, Wren Chesney storms off. Commissioner Jimmy Cortez starts to laugh to himself, for he knows that his arch-nemesis will have to pay up--and FAST!*

~End video footage as the PWA Violation 121 logo appears on the screen.

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ALOHA FROM MAUI
Written by: Sam

The JumboTron crackles with static for a few moments until the scene of a beautiful beach with crashing waves and white sand fills it from corner to corner; the camera pans around and you see PWA’s “Artist” Zex sun bathing on his towel; a few yards away behind that you see Brutus Pryde and his wife throwing a ball at each other.

The camera moves away from this scene and to a beach side bar where Leon Murphy clad in blue shorts, white short sleeve shirt and deck shoes, Leon smiles and clinks his cocktail with none other than Wren Chesney. The Camera pans in as Leon and Wren turn to face it.

Leon & Wren: Aloha PWA!

The fans watching the JumboTron boo and jeer as the “Couple” continue .

Leon: What a lovely day it is here in Maui; the sun is shining, the drinks are flowing and I have the beautiful, powerful and smart miss Chesney next to me.

Wren: You do me too much honour Leon.

Leon: Now some of you have questions; some of you feel you have been mistreated and some of you are angry at the lovely miss Chesney...And so while we enjoy this B.E.A.U.TIFUL day; we have taken some time out of our ever-so-hectic schedule to clarify a few issues; before we head off for a massage and some well needed pampering.

He smiles at Wren and gives her a nod.

Wren: First I would like to address a few rumours about Leon and I...It seems some have been claiming we are romantically linked...This is untrue! We may have shared a hotel room on more than one occasion and we may have been seen together holding hands and walking along the beach...BUT...I want to say that we are only FRIENDS; Nothing more.

Wren laughs a little and coyly takes Leon’s hand.

Leon: Friends; That’s *Ahem* right.

Wren: Secondly would be the Omar Owens issue and why he was placed in a match and why Zex has been given time off? Some have claimed that I have given Zex the time off without the consent of the other members of the Board of Directors, I am proud to announce that Mr Swiggette was 100% behind the idea and Mr Swigette also wanted Omar on this weeks show; He said it’s good to have a black face on TV. Which is why newly unmasked Omar was put to work against the very impressive Vendetta; a match suggested by the very intelligent man sitting next to me right now...Mr Leon Murphy.

Leon: What can I say? I see a lot of potential in Vendetta; A LOT OF POTENTIAL! Which is why I suggested to Wren and Mr Swiggette that he be Omar’s opponent.

Wren : And what a suggestion it was; and now finally I have an announcement to make and I am overjoyed to state that I have acquired Leon’s skills as an agent on a personal capacity; it’s good to finally have someone Like-Minded around. He and I have some big plans for Zex’s PWA future and for realising my personal dream here within PWA.

Leon: It was a role I was born for; and in the interest of fairness it is a role I will undertake with absolutely no bias.

Leon and Wren laugh when they are suddenly interrupted by a waiter who tells them that their masseuse is ready to see them.

Leon: As they say here in Hawaii; Aloha!

Wren: Aloha!

The scene cuts to static on the JumboTron leaving the PWA fans reeling with anger.

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EXECUTIVE DECISIONS
Written by: Duck & Neil

"Nutshell" by Alice in Chains begins to play as the crowd gives a mixed reaction to the Commissioner. Out from the back steps Commissioner Butcher in his suit and tie, trying to look sharp here tonight in New Orleans. The Commissioner hobbles on down to the ring before stepping in and asking for a microphone.

The Butcher: Good evening, New Orleans!

The crowd cheers as the Commissioner begins pacing back and forth around the ring.

The Butcher: Yes, sir! How about that Mob Rules IV pay-per-view? And everybody and their mother was oh so proud to pour the dirt on PWA and proclaim this promotion dead. They said we didn't have what it takes to keep these doors open. The haters jumped on the bandwagon and ran their mouths in the media: "it is only a matter of time until the PWA is dead!" How does the saying go? The rumors of our demise have been greatly exaggerated.

The Commissioner nods his head with approval as he continues walking around with the ring.

The Butcher: But this town...this town knows all about coming back from the dead. When the levy breaks the people of New Orleans do not.

Another cheer begins as the people of New Orleans give themselves a round of applause.

The Butcher: Now I could come out here tonight on Easter Sunday and give a sermon about death and resurrection but I'm not going to do that. I'm here to talk about the future of the PWA. A future that looks bright...

"Power" by Kanye West Booms through the speakers. The fans Boo furiously! Donald Swiggette and Donail Swiggette walk to the stage alone. Donail is wearing a suit as always, and Donald is in in orange and black basket ball shorts and nothing else. The Butcher is livid. He was right in the middle of a sentence.

Quadros: The real money has entered the room!

Franks: Oh shove it. This man and Wren Chesney are trying to run PWA into the ground.

Donail and Donnie step into the ring and Donnie steps right to the Butcher's face. The crowds gets amped with anticipation! Donail gets between them and grabs Butcher's mic.

Donail: Donnie! That's not the way to get to him.

Donnie backs off. You can hear Butcher say, "Better back down, like a good little boy." Donnie just smiles.

Donail: Now that we are good and calm, there is business.

Quadros: Right to the point.

Franks: Shut up.

Donail: There are things being said. The way things are being portrayed does not sit well with my family and I. I didn't build the empire that I sit upon without some smarts. Some brain did all that I have and the piece that I put into this company is worth more that a few words.

The crowd boos. They do not want to hear what Donail is saying.

Franks: BOOOOORRRINNGGGG!

Quadros: Shut up!

Donail: Like I said when I first step into PWA, this about change. And Now that the face is gone, I had to take action to change the course.

The Butcher: I bet Wren has her dirt...

Donail: NO! This is me, Kurt Kaiser and Ryu Sawada.

Franks: WHAT!

Donail: Next week ladies and gentleman, there will be alot of change. You might be wondering why I haven't mentioned the little order of the court between us Jimmy. Well tonight I wanted to see you in person to tell what's going on, dear Commissioner.

The crowd pops for the Butcher's title.

Donail: Yea, yea... Next week with an Executive order 1, and its in your little Constitution they can be made when three or more Board members convene and agree.

Quadros: Smart man.

Donail: By Executive order, next week on Violation will run for three hours and I myself will be running one hour and a half...

Massive pop of boos rains from the crowd.

Donail: Can I finish!

Franks: You aren't yet?

Quadros: Heh ha... hehum... That wasn't funny.

Donail: And you Mr. Cortez will run the other!

The crowd pops with cheers.

Franks: Ok... this could be interesting!

Quadros: Told you he was smart.

Franks: Shut up!

Donail: How's that sound to you?

The Butcher: I don't know yet, Swiggette. There is always some kind of trick with you.

Donail: No tricks, just business. I'm not done either.

Franks: What now?

Butcher: What else?

Donail: The tournament for the Premiere title will also start next week, by Executive order 1 the first two quarterfinal matches will be our first two main events!

There is a mixed pop response to this news. Most of the crowd is cheering at the thought of having a Premiere champion being crowned.

Donail: And those Main Events must be decided by the end of the show tonight. Jimmy... Goodluck...

Donail turns his back as does Donnie, reluctantly and start to leave the ring.

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REGULAR RULES
Chris Wilkins vs. Red Dragon
Written by: Andrew

Franks: Hello, everybody! Happy Easter and welcome to Violation 121! Our main event of the evening features a number one contenders match for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship between two men who are well acquainted with one another, Jason Sandman and Nighthawk.

Quadros: Yeah, plus we have a couple of other matches featuring the undefeated Hungry Jack Swanson going up against PWA mainstay Jack Gaither, and the young upstart Vendetta going up against the newly unmasked Omar Owens! Should be a good card!

Franks: But before that takes place, we have to turn our attention to the opening contest, which features the always unpredictable Red Dragon facing off against the returning Chris Wilkins!

Quadros: Wilkins went on record at Mob Rules 4 as saying that he felt as though he'd been forgotten by the fans- and that he was coming back to make certain that this wouldn't happen again...

Franks: And Dragon made a statement of his own at the PPV when he emerged from Arc Ana and left a threatening message directed toward Wren Chesney that was written in the blood of Donail Swigette!

Quadros: Yeah, if you wanted any further proof of how crazy this guy really is, that would be it. Guy should be locked away for a long, long time, I think...for his own good, and ours as well.

Franks: Well, he's back...And so is Wilkins. So let's get down to the ring and see what happens when they face off in this first match!

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

Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen....This man claims to hail from the Fiery Pits of Hell, and weighed in at 228lbs.....The Minister of Evil....RED DRAGON!!!!

~ "What I Want by Daughtry begins to play in the arena. As the chorus starts , a blast of fireworks come out from the entrance ramp and smoke starts to fill the arena. It begins to clear and standing on the stage is Chris Wilkins with Jessi Colter at his side. They walk down to the ring, hand-in-hand, and climb up to the ring apron. Chris holds the ropes open for Jessi before climbing into the ring. He jumps up on the nearest turnbuckle and raises his hands in the air while Jessi claps for him. ~

Ferdinand: And now his opponent...Hailing from Ogden UT, and weighing in at 175lbs.....CHRIS WILKINS!!!!!

~ Hey, it's PWA's newest addition to the officiating team, Morgan Tanner, in her very first assignment as a ref! Looking quite fetching in her striped shirt, and eager to make a good impression on her superiors, the young official steps forward and begins to issue some final pre-match instructions...Only to let her sentence trail off when Dragon glowers at her with an evil expression on his face. Wilkins then calls out to Morgan and tells her to ring the damned bell...And the ref decides it's wise to take this course of action and quickly signals the time keeper to do just that. ~

*DING!*

~ The two competitors step out of their corners and circle one another for a moment before they lunge forward with the apparent intent of locking up...OH! WAIT! Wilkins ducks underneath his opponent's grasp at the last moment and slides behind him to apply a rear waist-lock. Before Dragon can react, he then runs him into the ropes with the intent of taking him to the mat with a Roll-up pinning combination. Not happening! Red Dragon hooks his arms around the ropes and then charges forward with the intent of clocking his rival with a Clothesline just as the latter somersaults back to his feet. Ducked by Wilkins who then waits for his opponent to rebound off the other set of strands before leaping up to meet him with a beautiful Dropsault to the chin! Down goes the Minister of Evil, and Wilkins quickly follows up by flipping backward into a Standing Moonsault onto the prone form of his opponent before applying the lateral press for the first pin fall attempt of the match: 1...2...Kick Out! ~

Quadros: Wilkins is looking very good in the early portion of the match and has effectively used his edge in speed and skill to offset Dragon's size advantage. Let's see if he can keep it up!

~ Wilkins pulls his foe up by the hair and pops him with a right jab to the face; he ignores Morgan's warning about using the closed fist and pops him again, and again, before following up with a big left handed discus punch that sends Dragon reeling into the ropes. Chris then grabs his opponent's arm and tries to whip him into the opposite set of strands. Reversed by Dragon, who pulls him into a knee to the gut to leave him doubled over in pain. Without wasting a moment, Red Dragon then cinches in a headlock and drives his opponent head first into the mat with a nasty Snap DDT, and uses the momentum to roll over on top of him for a cover: 1....2....T-Kick Out! Undaunted, the man from the Fiery Pits waits for his opponent to rise off the mat; as soon as that happens, Dragon blasts him with a wicked Superkick to the chin that drops Wilkins like a bad habit! SILENT NIGHT! COVER: 1...2...THRE-NO! Wlkins gets his shoulder up at the last moment! ~

Franks: VERY close near-fall by Dragon!

Quadros: Yeah, he really connected flush with that Superkick! I thought for sure that might have been enough to finish Wilkins off!

~ Dragon obviously thought that was the finish too, because he spends a long moment glaring at Morgan, who hesitantly holds up two fingers in response. Red Dragon finally turns his attention back to his rival as the latter begins to rise and then steps forward and boots him hard in the gut to leave him doubled over in pain; he then grabs him around the waist and prepares to finish him off with a Powerbomb...WAIT! COUNTERED! Wilkins is able to flip out of the move and grab his opponent on the way down so that he can spike him into the mat with the Sit-Out Facebuster that he calls THE HELL RAISER! Without wasting a moment, the Utah native pulls him back to his feet and then cinches in a standing head-scissors before he flips forward into his Canadian Destroyer finisher that he calls the LAST SHOT! THUD! The Minister of Evil lies twitching on the mat, but Wilkins doesn't seem to want to cover him just yet...And instead pulls his groggy opponent back to his feet and into another standing head-scissors! ~

Franks: Wait! I can't believe this! Wilkins looks like he could end the match, but he's not taking the cover and seems to want to inflict more damage on his opponent!

Quadros: Well, he said he wanted people to remember him, and this is a damned effective way to make sure that happens!

Franks: Certainly a change of attitude from the Wilkins we've seen in the past....

Quadros: Yeah...I like it, though. I like it a lot.

~ As a nasty grin flickers across his face, Chris Wilkins then flips into a SECOND Destroyer that connects with even more impact than the first, leaving Dragon lying motionless on the canvas! Chris then nods in satisfaction and drops down to apply the cover, while mouthing the words "I WON'T be forgotten..." into the camera while Morgan tolls the count...

ONE! TWO! THREEEEEE!!!!!!

*DING! DING!*

Ferdinand: Here is your winner, CHRIS WILKINS!!!!!!

~ Wilkins allows Morgan to raise his hand in victory, only to wrench his arm free and roll out of the ring so that he can celebrate his return victory with Jessi at ring-side. The couple begin to make their way up the ramp, and take little notice of the members of the Swiggette Security Team that have appeared in the arena and are now making their way to the ring. Morgan steps forward and begins to object, but finds herself quickly shoved to the side. As the official throws up her hands and leaves, as one of the members produces a coil of rope and wraps it around the still unconscious form of The Minister of Evil. Once that task is completed, the other four lift Dragon up by the arms and legs, undoubtedly with the intent of carting him out of the arena and back to Arc Ana....~

Franks: Could this be the last time we see Red Dragon in PWA...?

Quadros: It sure looks that way!

~ ...And this is the point when the lights in the arena start to flicker and then go out entirely. The lights stay off for close to a minute while the crowd buzzes in confusion, until they finally turn back on, revealing the prone, bloody and barely conscious forms of the five SST members lying inside the ring! Red Dragon is nowhere to be found...But there is another occupant in the ring, seated quietly in the corner with a can of beer in his hand....~

Quadros: George the Bear!? What's he doing here!? There's no way that he...I mean, that couldn't possibly....!?

Franks: This is a very...unusual...situation, to say the least, although when it comes to Red Dragon, we've learned to expect the unexpected. What we do know is the Chris Wilkins has defeated Red Dragon in impressive fashion and made a successful return to PWA. As for what happened after that...Your guess is as good as mine.

Quadros: Yeah...I'm not sure if I wanna even try to take a guess as to what just happened. Maybe we should take a commercial break...

Franks: For once, I agree completely. We'll be right back folks.

~ The camera shots fades, but not before providing us with a nice close up of George the Bear seated in the corner, with that half empty can of beer in his hand and what appears to be a knowing grin on its face....~

[Neil]

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MY MISSION
Written by: Justin

"Oh" by Ciara kicks up and the entire crowd just goes completely bananas. Omar Owens and his manager, Freak Nasty 1 come out from the back and greet the crowd from the stage, soaking in all of the applause that is being heaped upon them. The two of them start to make their way down the ramp to the ring.

Franks: Ray, I can't believe we've been watching Omar Owens wrestle for the last two months and nobody even knew about it.

Quadros: I knew there was a reason I hated El Fantastico. I could tell. I mean, I couldn't tell, but I could tell.

Franks: As usual, you are making complete and total sense.

Quadros: What do you think the Mexican fans think now that they know they were duped?

Franks: We all knew long ago that El Fantastico wasn't actually Mexican, but he embodied the luchador spirit and I think the Mexican fans accepted him for that.

In the ring now, Omar is up on the second rope, gesturing to the fans, letting it be known that he's enjoying the adoration he's receiving. He hops down from the ropes and Freak hands him a mic as the crowd quiets down, interested in hearing what he has to say.

O2: It feels good to show my face again.

The crowd cheers him on again, but Omar motions for them to quiet down because he's got more to say.

O2: I have to thank you all for supporting me the last couple of months, even though you had no idea who I was. I think it just proves that PWA fans don't just care about a name. They care about what a wrestler stands for. You all knew that what El Fantastico stood for was right.

Again the crowd applauds and Omar lets them applaud because, this time, it's for themselves. When it dies down, he begins to talk again.

O2: Did you see the look on Zex's face when the mask came off? He looked like he'd seen a ghost. He never expected it to be Omar Owens underneath the mask of El Fantastico, the man that began tormenting him weeks ago. Zex went through every person from his past and still couldn't come up with me. Some of you might think that's because we don't have much of a past together. But that might because you don't know how the locker room at TNW was. With the way that place was run, there was a certain group of guys that always had respect for each other. Guys like Nighthawk, Butcher, Nightmare, Wilkins, and yeah, even Zex.

Omar pauses for a moment to let the crowd remember how they used to feel about Zex before his redebut here in PWA recently.

O2: Zex and I may have only wrestled in matches together a few times, but there was a camaraderie there, which clearly has been lost. Zex is no longer the tag-along little brother of any crew. No, instead he fancies himself an evil mastermind. And I'll tell you what, the way he was able to rig that match at Mob Rules, he just might be cut out for this mastermind game.

The fans voice their displeasure at this notion with some boos.

O2: But I've made it my mission to let Zex know that there's no way I'm going to let him get away with the way he's been acting. Not with what he did to Sarita, not with what he did to Freak, and not with what he did to me last week. Zex needs to know that this isn't over. Not by a longshot!

And with that, Omar drops the mic and leaves the ring to deafening cheers from the crowd. He makes his way back up the ramp to backstage.

Franks: He may no longer be El Fantastico, but it looks like his mission is the same - to screw with Zex's world!

Quadros: Too bad for Omar, I don't think Zex is the pushover he remembers from TNW.

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FIX IT!
Written by: Duck & Neil

Somewhere backstage in the New Orleans Arena the Board of Directors are having a meeting to settle some issues that remain, despite the fact Wren Chesney isn't here tonight. Donial Swiggette, Ryu Sawada, and Kurt Kaiser are seated around a circular oak table, going over the figures from Mob Rules IV. Before they can get too far into things, the door swings open violently as Commissioner Butcher storms into the room, clutching his ribcage and damn near foaming at the mouth in anger.

The Butcher: You son of a bitch!

He lashes out with a pointing finger but it is NOT directed towards Donial Swiggette surprisingly. Rather he is pointing directly at PTN Network executive Kurt Kaiser, who we all assumed was his ally.

The Butcher: You back stabbing son of a bitch!

Kurt Kaiser: Now calm down, Jimmy--

The Butcher: Calm down?! CALM DOWN?!! I backed you up, Kaiser! I put your pet project Ed Wooderson out there! I gave you and the Network control of the Primetime Title and this is the thanks I get? You throw your lot in with HIM?! With Wren Chesney?!

Kurt Kaiser: You'll have to understand...

The Butcher: NO! There's nothing to understand! You cut the legs out from underneath me, Kaiser! You cut this show in half to placate Swiggette and Chesney! I had this under control god damn it! I will NOT forget this, Kaiser!

Kurt Kaiser: Don't threaten me, Cortez.

Donial: Gentlemen, please let's sort this out.

The Butcher: You keep your damn mouth shut, Donial! I don't know who the Hell you think you are but you don't come into this promotion demanding shit when you haven't done shit for it!

Donial: Haven't I, Butcher? PWA would be out of business unless I bought in a significant stake so YOU shut YOUR mouth and listen to what I have to say. We're all going to make money off of this...

The Butcher: I don't want your money!

Donial: But the rest of the Board does, isn't that right?

Ryu Sawada: Hai!

Kurt Kaiser: No point in doing business unless there's something to gain from it.

The Butcher: I'm going to wring your damn neck, Donial!

Kurt Kaiser: STOP! See, this is why the Board agreed to do this. You attacked Swiggette all ready and that is why we are here tonight. You have a restraining order on you that you were lucky enough wasn't enforced in Mexico. But back here in the States, you can be thrown out of this arena right now and arrested.

The Butcher: This is unbelievable!

Donial: This is business sense, Butcher. I let you roam the halls and do whatever it is that you do while I control my part of the show and do things my way. We did you a favor.

The Butcher: You call this a favor?

Ryu Sawada: We could fire you.

Kurt Kaiser: That is the other alternative. The court order is legal and binding. We had to do this.

The Butcher: Unacceptable.

Donial: You will have to accept it.

Now the Commissioner turns his pointing finger towards Donial Swiggette in a threatening manner, obviously not pleased.

The Butcher: You will pay for this, Donial. You'll pay dearly.

Donial: Don't threaten me now!

The Butcher: I'm not threatening you per se, Donial. I'm threatening someone you may care about and his name isn't Ben Franklin.

Donial: What are you talkin' about?

The Butcher: Either this gets fixed or your brother Donnie finds himself being my example of power on my half of the show.

Donial: You want to face my brother? Ha! He's all ready nearly broken you in half tonight! You can hardly breathe old man!

The Butcher: Not me, Donial. Not me. I'm retired. But I'll find someone for your brother to face. And there isn't anything you can say about it because guess what, he does have a contract with PWA. That is unless he's willing to resign as the Head of Security?

Donial: Hell no! No deal!

The Butcher: Then just you wait, Donial. What could happen to your brother could be very...unfortunate. Don't mess with the creator of the Butch Match or I may just get a little more creative for you!

The Commissioner snarls as he turns back to Kurt Kaiser and glares a hole through him.

The Butcher: Fix this!

Before Kaiser can respond, the Commissioner exits the room, slamming the door behind him. Donial Swiggette is left shaking his head in disbelief.

Donail: He can't do this!

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REGULAR RULES
'Hungry' Jack Swanson vs. Jack Gaither
Written by: Neil

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

Franks: Jack Gaither is coming off a huge moment in PWA history as he coached a young biographical author in John Gillmen to a Cage Match defeat of CEO Wren Chesney at Mob Rules IV! Gaither must be so proud!

Quadros: Let us never speak of that moment again, Carl. It never happened.

Franks: Even Gillmen countering Wren's E.M.S.?

Quadros: I don't know what you are talking about. Never ever happened.

Franks: What about--

Quadros: Carl! There are enough moments in wrestling history that we can all wish never happened! This is one of them. Never ever speak of it again!

No entrance music plays as Jack Swanson begins to lumber his way on down to the ring. Nearby crowd members yell and call him names like fat ass and the like while he goes about his business.

Franks: 'Hungry' Jack Swanson has been a beast since he joined PWA. He has yet to be defeated and honestly, a man his size could go a long time before his shoulders are pinned to the mat. But Jack Gaither will try to be the first tonight!

Quadros: Crush his hopes and dreams, Swanson. Bring him back to reality!

The crowd is abuzz as Jack Gaither stands toe-to-toe with the 400-pound former professional eating champion. Referee Andy Sheppard points to the outside and calls for the bell...

DING!

And away goes Jack Gaither with a right hand! Another right! Another right! Another! Swanson is holding his ground while Gaither is trying to feed off of the crowd's excitement. Forearm to the face by Gaither! Another! Another! Looking for the whip towards the ropes...no—no sir! Jack Swanson is not a willing participant. Gaither attempts to whip him towards the ropes again as he yanks at the arm with some power. Swanson is like a wall and not moving. Rather he turns Gaither's power trip around on him by pulling the 'Golden Eagle' in tight before flattening him with a surprising belly-to-belly suplex!

Franks: And the ring rocks right there from Swanson's power and size!

Quadros: Respect the girth!

Swanson has a mean streak look in his eye as he sits next to Gaither's rolling body. The crowd has been taken out of it just like that. He pulls Gaither up off the mat by the head and sends him slamming spine first into a corner of turnbuckles. Gaither's body slumps in the corner while Swanson looks poised to crush some bones. Here comes the largest man in PWA...BAM! Flattening running forearm to the face by the 400-pound behemoth!

Franks: Oh man, that will leave a mark.

Jack Gaither fumbles out of the corner after being steam rolled only to walk straight into Swanson's stiff body slam. Lazy cover by Swanson as he just leans his weight on Gaither...1!...2!...KICK OUT! Swanson gives Referee Sheppard a look of disgust as he disagrees with the count.

Swanson brings Gaither up by the head but Gaither starts throwing rights and lefts into Swanson's gut. Right! Left! Right! Left! Swanson nearly doubles over but retaliates with a clubbing blow across Gaither's backside, dropping him back to all fours. Swanson grabs Gaither by the neck with both hands, looking for the Dinner Is Served chokeslam...NO! Gaither counters with a double palm Mongolian chop to the ears of Swanson, breaking himself free!

Franks: Crucial counter by Gaither to save his bacon in this match early on!

Quadros: Aw man.

Gaither looks to take advantage of the stunned Swanson, hitting him again with a forearm to the face. Follow up back kick to the gut, doubling Swanson over. Gaither takes him by the chin and drives an elbow into Swanson's face! Elbow! Elbow! Elbow! Elbow! Jumping roundhouse kick to the head!

Franks: Oh ho! Jack Swanson is falling backwards against the cables after that one!

Swanson is indeed stumbling against the ropes. Gaither remains on the offensive! Knife-edge chop! WHOOO! Chop! WHOOOO! Chop! WHOOOO! Chop! WHOOOO! “Gaither! Gaither! Gaither!” Forearm to the face as he's trying to knock Swanson over the ropes and out of the ring! Forearm! Forearm! Forearm! Swanson is wobbling but trying to keep his balance on the ropes! The 'Golden Eagle' steps to the middle of the ring and runs towards Swanson with a running forearm! Swanson doesn't fall! Gaither to the middle of the ring again! Running forearm! Oh! Almost had Swanson over the ropes there! “Gaither! Gaither! Gaither!” Jack Gaither runs across the ring, bounces off the ropes for the extra leverage! Leaping forearm to the chin!

Franks: OH!

Quadros: I felt the ground shake!

Finally, Gaither's shot sent 'Hungry' Jack Swanson stumbling and fumbling over the top rope! The 400-pound man plops onto the barely padded floor as the New Orleans crowd pops out of control! “Gaither! Gaither! Gaither!” Referee Andy Sheppard is blown away as he looks out of the ring. Swanson is trying to get back to his feet. Jack Gaither is swinging his arm around to get the crowd even more into it. He runs towards the ropes, bounces off, runs across the ring and leaps with a suicide dive!

Quadros: Ha!

'Hungry' Jack Swanson caught him in midair! Swanson power slams Gaither right onto the floor just like that! Gaither arcs his spine in immense pain!

Franks: Gaither took an extra risk right there!

Quadros: And he's going to pay for it in hospital bills!

Referee Sheppard tells Swanson to get this match back into the ring. Swanson will do as he pleases though because he don't just tell a 400-pound man what to do oh so easily. He peels Gaither up off the floor and sends him back first into the barricade! Gaither fans pat him on the back and try to cheer their hero on. Kick to the gut by Swanson doubles over his opponent. Snap suplex from Swanson onto the floor!

Quadros: Nice! See he has moves, Carl.

Swanson begins to put his boot to Gaither, stomping on him and grinding him into the floor. Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Come on, get it back in the ring! Swanson yanks Gaither up and rolls him under the bottom rope and back into the ring. 'Hungry' Jack has to use the steps to get himself back up on the apron and back into the ring while Gaither tries to recover.

More stomps from Swanson...stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Cover...1!...2!...THRE...KICK OUT!! “Gaither! Gaither! Gaither!” Swanson pulls Gaither up and knees him in the gut hard. He puts Gaither between his legs for what could be a powerbomb!

Franks: Oh no! This could be it for Gaither!

Quadros: Back to reality for you!

Swanson pulls Gaither up onto his shoulders with ease! Wait! Jack Gaither shifts the momentum into a sunset flip! Hold on! Swanson is trying to steady himself while Gaither is under him! He isn't going to come down by Gaither's power. Rather he sits out to crush Gaither...NO!

Franks: That was oh so close!

Gaither snuck out of there before he was crushed! Swanson sits on the mat with a hurting bum. Gaither is back up and whack! Buzzsaw kick to the side of Swanson's head! He doesn't go down! Another kick! Swanson is still sitting up! One more kick! Swanson wobbles back and forth but doesn't go down! Jack Gaither runs towards the ropes and bounces off with a dropkick straight to the face! Down goes Jack Swanson! Jack Gaither hooks the leg! 1!...2!...THREE...KICK OUT with authority!

Jack Gaither pops back to his feet while Jack Swanson is slowly getting back to his. Gaither is all ready up and waiting for Swanson to turn around...IRON CLAW!

Franks: Iron Claw to the face by Jack Gaither!

Quadros: How he's able to get his hand over Swanson's melon head is beyond me!

'Hungry' Jack's arms flail about as Gaither is locked onto the facial pressure points! Sheppard asks Swanson if he gives up! NO is the reply! Gaither shoves Swanson away as he releases the Iron Claw. Follow up right hand jab from Gaither! Jab! Jab! Jab! Jab! Swanson is stunned and this time Gaither is able to send him for the ride towards the ropes! Off comes Jack Swanson aaaaaaand....BOOM!! Massive spear from Jack Gaither!

Franks: Thunderstruck Spear! Cover! Cover!

“Gaither! Gaither! Gaither!” He does just that as he hooks the leg! 1!...2!...2.99987834776731!! Clutch KICK OUT from Jack Swanson!!

Franks: Unbelievable!

Quadros: He's tough, Carl. I'm sure that extra padding in the belly absorbed some of the shock!

Jack Gaither is calling for Swanson to get up. Come on! Get up! The undefeated Swanson wobbles to his feet, reaching out for the ropes to aid him. Jack Gaither is stalking from behind and leaps. He grabs Swanson low and high, trying to power lift him for the SAMBA SLAM!!

NO! Jack Gaither's back gives out! Swanson is too damn big! Gaither stumbles around the ring clutching his lower back. Swanson takes advantage with a kick to the stomach! He yanks Gaither back and forces him to eat the canvass with a flapjack!

Franks: Flapjack from Swanson! The momentum has shifted!

“Gaither! Gaither! Gaither!” Jack Swanson shakes his head out towards the crowd, drawing a boo. He grabs Gaither by the head and puts him between his legs. Lifts him again and...BOOM!! There's the powerbomb from 'Hungry' Jack Swanson!! Jack Gaither is flattened on the mat! Cover by Swanson! 1!...2!...THREEEEEENOOO!! KICK OUT!! KICK OUT from Jack Gaither!

Franks: Swanson is in disbelief! Jack Gaither kicked out!

Quadros: Damn it man! Stay down!

Swanson looks at the referee and shakes his head. Sheppard says it was only a 2-count! 'Hungry' Jack Swanson does not look pleased as he grabs Jack Gaither by the throat with both hands!

Franks: Hey! Come on now! Just because you can't beat him doesn't mean you get to choke him!

Quadros: Does Jack Swanson have to choke a bitch?

Only temporarily as he lifts Jack Gaither up with power. In one fell swoop Swanson plants Gaither straight on his spine again with a double-handed choke bomb! The DINNER IS SERVED! The crowd becomes deflated as the air leaves Gaither's lungs! Swanson makes the cover...1!...2!...THREE!! Ding! Ding! Ding!

Ferdinand: The winner of this match and STILL undefeated...'HUNGRY'...JACK...SWAAAANSON!!

The boos kick up as Swanson rises to his feet and brings his arms over his head. The 400-pound man steps out of the ring and confidently struts his way backstage while Jack Gaither is left clutching his back and Sheppard asking if he is okay.

Franks: Another victory from 'Hungry' Jack Swanson! Can anybody keep this man down for the count?

Quadros: Tonight calls for a special victory meal, Carl. Expect him to be even larger next week. Like he needs the help!

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DOWN TO BUSINESS
Written by: Okori

As Nighthawk walks down the hallway at the New Orleans Arena, his World Light Heavyweight Championship taking residence over his right shoulder, he bumps into Johnny Red. Clad in a black t-shirt with a lithograph of himself holding a championship belt on the front and "Master of 1000 Holds" on the back in ice-blue text, black leather pants with "Nighthawk" up and down each leg in American-flag text, and black work boots, the "Wrestling Machine" smiles and pulls the championship over his shoulder.

Johnny Red: "Tonight, Nighthawk, you get the chance to be the #1 contender for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship. And to do that, all you have to do is beat Jason Sandman tonight. What are your thoughts before this big matchup?"

Nighthawk: "All I have to do is beat Jason Sandman. Sounds easy on the face of it, doesn't it? But it's really not. A lot of guys have tried to do it, and haven't been able to. And they've been CHANGED by the experience. Haunted. But I am going to beat him, Johnny. No matter how much it hurts, no matter how much I put into it. I will beat him."

[Neil]

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DEMONSTRATIONS OF POWER
Written by: Neil & Andrew

The Butcher: This is just ridiculous!

~The yell from the Commissioner's mouth cuts through the all ready chaotic Board of Directors room that oddly is missing CEO Wren Chesney. He is standing with his chair knocked against the wall, leaning on the table with the palm of his hands, sternly glaring in the direction of Donial Swiggette. The fat cat millionaire that is Swiggette is leaning back in his chair, hands propped behind his head, smiling like he stole something, which he did.~

The Butcher: I'm not going to be pushed out like this, Donial! And you know it!

Donial Swiggette: Hey, you can't find the law, Butcher. I own half the show from now on. Deal with it.

Kurt Kaiser: Gentlemen, please. Let's try to remain calm and work this out.

~The calm voice of the PTN Network executive chimes in as he is seated next to fellow Board member Ryu Sawada. Lucky for all involved Wren Chesney has taken the night off, or has she?~

Kurt Kaiser: Let's move onto the next topic up for debate. We still have to figure out our Judicial Review members. And since the last time we were here, you, Mr. Sawada, were the deciding vote on the addition of Simon Retter to the Review. Donial and Wren have voted 'NO' while Commissioner Butcher and I have voted 'YES.' Have you made up your mind then?

Ryu Sawada: I no vote for someone I no know--

Donial: HA! That's a vote for NO! Let's move on--

Ryu Sawada: You no interrupt me foolish gaijin!

Donial: What did you call me?!

The Butcher: He called you a god damn moron and called into question your blackness...

~Now the shit hits the fan as Donial Swiggette leaps to his feet to protest such name calling.~

Donial: You take that back!

Ryu Sawada: No, now sit down. We have how do you say it, “show & tell?” No, no I mean interview. Yes that what we have. You may come in now!

~With Sawada barking out the order, the Board room door swings open and to the surprise of those in the room, in steps the man in question: Simon Retter. The former PWA Consultant sweeps into the room, flanked by his two associates, Clyde Dixon and Kanjou Kobayahsi. Retter tips his cap in a gesture of greeting to everyone assembled inside the room, as he addresses them in a calm, matter of fact tone of voice. ~

Simon Retter: Good evening. I trust that all goes well with everyone here, so I think that means we can dispense with the pleasantries and get down to the matter at hand...

Donial: What the hell you doing here? You ain't hired! This is my show and you ain't supposed to be here! Get me my brother! Security! Security!

Ryu Sawada: I invite, Doo-nail. He stay and interview.

Donial: I no Doo-nail, bitch! It's DON-ail! DON-ail!

Ryu Sawada: Doo-nail, you annoying. Retter-san, tell me bout youself.

Retter: I thought you would never ask, Sawada-san. My name is Simon Retter, and in the past I have served as a member of this very Board, as well as acting as a consultant to the lovely Nikki Cortez back when she was acting as this federation's Commissioner.

~ At that point Retter turns to Butcher and it seems that the smile that's permanently etched upon his facemask.~

Retter: Please send her my regards, James.

The Butcher: Thank you but you don't need to suck up. You all ready have my vote of confidence. It's this little mogwai you have to impress.

Ryu Sawada: You get into trouble when you speak like that, Buccha. Any more that and I sent Kaito after you again!

The Butcher: Yes, so I can beat him one more time.

Ryu Sawada: Mmm, you tempt be Buccha. But back to you, Retter-san. You wish to be Judicial Review. You wish your opinion heard. You think you sir can be impartial with deciding inner workings of my company--

Donial: My company! MY company damn it!

Ryu Sawada: You mouth...you shut. Answer question Mista Retter-san.

Retter: Yes...I believe that I can carry out the duties of the Review in a fair and impartial manner, Sawada-san. Certainly, I would be better candidate than the last people who filled the position...

~ At that point, knocking can be heard on the door.~

The Butcher: Come in, what is it?

~ At that point the door swings open, and in walks the PWA World Heavyweight Champion.~

Terminus: Hey there...Sorry for the interruption, but since I didn't have a match this week, I figured I should drop in and see how things are going regarding Simon's application to become a member of the Review.

~ A slight smirk appears through the mask as he glances at the angry faces before him.~

Terminus: Did I miss anything...?

The Butcher: No you didn't.

~There's some sternness in the Commissioner's voice directed towards Terminus; apparently he isn't too thrilled by this interruption. However, Mr. Sawada appears to be quite all right with this and infact one could say he's beaming with joy over the presence of the PWA World Heavyweight Champion in front of him.~

Ryu Sawada: Ahh! Welcome to party, Heavyweight Champion! It is good to see you.

~ Terminus seems a bit bemused by Sawada's enthusiasm but simply nods toward Ryu and addresses him in a pleasant tone of voice.~

Terminus: You as well, Sawada-san.

~ Retter's voice takes on a harder edge as he turns and addresses the World Champion.~

Retter: It's...a pleasure to see you as always, Glen...But you came at an inopportune time. My interview had yet to be completed.

~ Terminus glances at his long time antagonist and smirks slightly through his mask.~

Terminus: Oh...It seems as though I came at the PERFECT time then. After all, I was the one who provided you with the initial reference...And since I was the one who put myself out there, it would be nice to know that it paid off, don't you agree?

~ Retter simply shakes his head in response.~

Terminus: Thought you'd understand where I was coming from, Simon. Anyway...Please continue.

Donial: We will NOT continue! This has all ready been a clear waste of time and now you want the World Champion to add his input? F' that!

The Butcher: For once, I happen to agree with...him. Terminus has no place in this room and no more say in this matter.

Donial: Besides, Wren isn't here! None of this is even official without her!

Kurt Kaiser: And where is Wren again?

Donial: Maui. Relieving her stress.

The Butcher: I feel bad for those people trapped on that island with her.

~ At that point, Clyde Dixon, who had been content to stand impassively as these arguments took place, makes his presence known by stepping forward and growling at Butcher and Donail in a low rumbling tone of voice.~

Clyde: Yo, can we get down to business please?  No one...and I mean NO ONE...wants to hear some broken down has been and a Suge Knight wannabe bitch like two crack whores on the street corner. Do that shit on your own time. Don't waste ours, aight?

~ Dixon smirks as he watches everyone stare at him in surprise, and then takes advantage of the shocked silence to continue to speak his mind.~

Clyde: But since the question was asked...I think anyone who was asked to provide references for Simon here deserves to know how things went down. Cortez, you asked Terminus and Evan Andrews what they thought. You even asked Evan to come down and make a special appearance. You seriously gonna tell me that they don't have some say in how this turns out?

~ Dixon turns around and levels a murderous glare at Swiggette.~

Clyde: They got as much say as anyone else in this room, 'specially you, Swiggette. And if you even THINK 'bout trying to say otherwise, I'm gonna make damned sure you can't say anything at all. Got that, bitch?

Donial: Who is this guy and why is he speaking to me this way?! I saved this company, fool! You ain't got no right comin' in here and threatenin' me! All's I gots to do is make the call son. You know what call I talkin' 'bout! One where you wake up dead, nigga!

Kurt Kaiser: Oh God this is not what I signed up for--

Donial: Shut your mouth cracka ass! We don't need you either, got it? You all here cause I allow it! Now show some respect!

Ryu Sawada: Ha, you think you so tough, Doo-nail! I know people too but that not what we here about. I want to know Mr. Retter-san.

~Mr. Sawada turns his attention to the man being interviewed and levels a tight glare as if he is trying to read the masked man.~

Ryu Sawada: Tell me then, Mr. Retter-san, if you we Judicial Review right now, how you deal with this situation? Hmm?

Retter: That's an excellent question. First, I would ask everyone involved in this room to remain calm, and advise them it would be in everyone's best interest to speak in civil manner going forward....The same way that I'm doing RIGHT NOW....

~ Retter the gives a slight nod in the direction of Kanjou and Clyde, whose breaks out into a wicked grin as he listens to Retter continue.~

Retter: And if by chance, these words fell upon deaf ears, then my associates would then be compelled to find a suitable method to make everyone involved listen to reason....

~ Simon Retter's permanent grin appears to become that much wider as he issues a final remark.~

Retter: But perhaps a demonstration is in order...

~ Terminus goes wide-eyed and then shakes his head as he mutters two words under his breath. ~

Terminus: Oh....Shit....

~ And at that point, Clyde Dixon charges forward with surprising speed, grabs Donail by the throat and keeps his hand locked around that body part in a vice like grip while Kanjou simply slides in front of them and levels a pointed glare at everyone in the room as his hand balls into a fist thats' quickly propelled into the table, leaving a sizable dent in it in the process. ~

Clyde, whispering to Donail: Now then...I think you should take Simon's advice. You down for that, homes?

~ Simon steps forward, and directs his stare at Sawada as he addresses him in that calm tone of voice.~

Retter: Does this answer your question, Sawada-San?

~Sawada begins to grin like a child in a toy store while Donial Swiggette is gurgling for air.~

Ryu Sawada: It does. You remove annoying voice from my ear and replace with more pleasant one. Will you then Judge PWA with PWA's best interests in mind?

Terminus: He better....

~ Simon glares at Terminus, who returns the icy gaze with one of his own.~

Retter: I realize that some people in this room may question whether or not I have the federation's best interests in mind. But I have learned from my mistakes and gained wisdom from the experience.

~ Retter then turns his attention back to Sawada.~

Retter: I only wish to share this experience with PWA, and make the place that much better as a result.

Terminus: *cough*Yeahright*cough*

~ At that point, Clyde turns his head and addresses his old Ground Zero running buddy as he continues to keep his hand wrapped around Donail's throat~

Clyde: Would it make you feel better if I told you we were gonna be the official Task Force of the Review, Glen?

~ The World Champion shrugs in response~

Terminus: Wouldn't make me feel worse, that's for sure.

The Butcher: Well isn't that just fantastic? Don't be surprised if you get slammed with a retraining order as well. But we see how that works out. Anymore questions then, Sawada? Can you give us a vote? Yes or No?

Ryu Sawada: Since I buy into this company and save it from failure of being run by someone like you, Buccha, it is in my best interest to make sure company is fair. I like Mista Retter-san style. Plus mask could be marketable? Hmm, I vote YES!

~ Donial Swiggette appears to want to gurgle something out that would resemble some form of anger towards the decision but alas, he can't get the words out.~

Kurt Kaiser: I think that does it then. By a vote of 3 to 2 in favor of Simon Retter as a member of the Judicial Review. Congratulations, Mr. Retter.

~ Kaiser reaches across the table to shake hands with the masked Judicial Review member. ~

Retter: I'm certain it'll be a pleasure working with all of you...

Terminus: It'll be interesting...That's for damned sure.

~ With that, The World Champion nods his good bye and exits the room to let everyone involved conclude their business. Sawada shakes Retter's hand next while Commissioner Butcher stands with his arms folded over his chest, apparently not thrilled. Donial Swiggette is still struggling to get his point of view across. ~

The Butcher: You can let that worthless windbag go.

~ Clyde glances at Retter, who nods his head and then complies with this request.~

Dixon: Pleasure meetin' you, Donail...

~ With that, Judicial Review member Simon Retter and his Task Force exit the Board room while Donial Swiggette is left on the floor, trying to find his air again. ~

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IT COMES NATURAL
Written by: Neil

With his gear slung over his shoulder in his duffle bag, Chris Wilkins is seen walking in the brightly lit parking lot, making his exit following his victorious match against Red Dragon. Flanked by Jessi Colter, Wilkins seems to be walking with a strut that let's everybody know how highly he rates himself within the PWA. He mumbles under his breath as Jessi Colter tries to keep up with him.

Chris Wilkins: Opening match? That was an insult! Don't they know who I am? I'm Chris Wilkins! If it wasn't for me, PWA wouldn't even exist. And all they have for me is the opening match against a JV wrestler?

Jessi Colter: They will remember you, baby. I know they will. And if they don't, you will make them remember.

Chris Wilkins: That's right.

The two walk towards a parked towncar where the mocha skinned driver is waiting for them to arrive. The driver opens the rear door and takes Wilkins' bag of gear.

Driver: Your associates are waiting at the hotel, sir. Excellent victory tonight, sir.

Jessi Colter makes her way into the vehicle while Chris Wilkins leans on the open door, looking at the driver with a smirk on his face.

Chris Wilkins: It just comes natural. Let's get a move on. I'm going to make PWA remember me one way or another.

With that said, Wilkins steps into the vehicle while the driver puts the gear in the trunk. Wilkins and Colter drive off from Violation 121 with victory accomplished and business to discuss later.

[Neil]

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REGULAR RULES
Vendetta vs. Omar Owens
Written by: Nathan

Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Seattle, Washington and weighing in at two hundred and twenty-nine pounds. He is Veeeennnnndddddeeeeettttttaaaa!

"Cold" by Crossfade hits, as the curtain quickly brushes aside and Vendetta appears on top of the stage. He pauses a moment, takes a deep breath and exhales, before proceeding down the ramp towards the ring. He jogs towards the end and slides under the bottom rope. He jumps to his feet and moves into a neutral corner.

Ferdinand: Introducing his opponent, hailing from Dorchester, Massachusetts and weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds. Accompanied to the ring by Freak Nasty 1, he is Ooommmmaaarrrr Owwweeeeennnnnnnssss!

"Oh" by Ciara kicks up and the crowd is instantly whipped into a frenzy. Both Omar and Freak make their way out from the back onto the stage. Omar bends down, slaps the stage with both hands and then raises his arms over his head, making an "O" symbol with his hands. He and Freak walk down the aisle, slapping hands with fans. Omar climbs into the ring and awaits the start of the match.

The bell rings. Owens and Vendetta circle around the outskirts of the ring, while the fans are chanting "Let's Go Omar," with a very, very small majority switching off "Let's go Vendetta," but for the most part the V supporters are quiet and most likely aren't being picked up by the cameras for the viewers at home. Both men lunge and lock-up in the center of the ring, with the heavier Owens getting the advantaged and switching Vendetta into a side headlock. V tries to pull himself out, but realizing he's unable to do so he pushes Owens forward, causing O2 to hit the ropes. He comes back and Vendetta drops to the mat, forcing O2 to step over him. Upon his return, V uses his momentum and takes him down with a quick Arm Drag. O2 gets to his feet only to have V run up and use his leg as a step-ladder and drill him straight in the chops with a loud kick. O2 drops and V goes for the pin: 1...........2..KICK OUT!

Franks: It's going to take a lot more than that to keep Omar Owens down! But so far Vendetta appears to be focused and determined and he's not letting himself lose focus.

Quadros: I think Omar may have overlooked Vendetta a tad bit since he hasn't yet proven himself. But we shall see!

V gets to his feet quickly and hits the ropes. He returns with a snap Elbow Drop focused on O2's left shoulder. He quickly gets to his feet and does the same thing, still focused on his left shoulder. And the third time's the charm, as V gets to his feet and hits yet another snap Elbow Drop on Omar's left shoulder. O2 clutches at his shoulder, as V quickly gets to his feet and starts lying in some stomps directed at the shoulder. He's on a mission as he hits it again and again and again. He grabs a handful of Omar's singlet and pulls him up to a vertical base. He grabs his left arm and yanks down on it a couple of times; effectively sending a shooting pain all the way up O2's arm. Omar tries to free himself, and is able to bring over his other arm and lay into V with a couple of rights, but V is smart enough to yank down on his arm again, which stops O2 in his tracks. He sends O2 towards the ropes and upon his return he nails him with a Dropkick to the left shoulder. The momentum of the move actually bounce O2 back to his feet pretty quickly and V grabs his opponent's left and wraps it behind O2's back. He applies torque to the arm as he drops him with a DDT! V for the pin: 1..........2........KICK OUT!

Franks: Vendetta came into this match with a game plan and he's perfected it thus far. O2's arm is going to be a spaghetti noodle is V keeps on it like he has so far!

Quadros: I'm sure Omar has felt pain like this before in his long career and he'll find a way to bounce back.

Vendetta gets to his feet and he looks to continue the onslaught, but as he goes to lift O2, out of no where Omar wraps him with and the referee counts: 1..........2...KICK OUT! V is shocked as he sits on his knees for a moment, trying to realize what almost happened. He gets to his feet slowly and this time, he takes a couple of steps back and allows O2 to get up on his own. V charges at Omar, looking to keep the momentum, but O2 comes alive and nails him with a Spinning Heel Kick, which effectively drops V like a sack of rocks. O2 is favoring his arm as he runs towards the ropes. He comes back with a huge elevated knee drop to the forehead of Vendetta! O2 hurries towards the corner and with one arm, he climbs to the top. He readies himself as the fans show their support for him as he jumps off with a Top Rope Leg Drop! Omar goes for the pin, but because of his shoulder he's unable to hook the leg: 1.............2.........KICK OUT!

Franks: If Omar would have been able to hook the leg, I think that may have been enough to win the match. He caught Vendetta completely off-guard with that series of offense!

Quadros: Oh, nonsense, that wasn't nearly enough to put Vendetta away. Maybe if Omar sat on him a couple of times, then he'd be able to get the win rather easily.

Franks: You better keep your voice down, I'd hate to see you scream and run like a little girl in front of all of these people should Omar hear your comments.

Quadros: I ain't scared of (whispering) Omar Owens.

Owens gets to his feet and tries to move his left arm a little, but the pain is too much and he just lets it hang, like a bird with a broken wing. He uses his right arm to lift Vendetta to his feet. He sends V into the corner, where he hits back first with an echoing thud. Omar charges in and nails Vendetta with a powerful Clothesline! Omar backs up a couple of feet and charges in for a Big Splash! Vendetta looks dazed and confused in the corner as he stumbles out. Owens blocks out the pain for a second as he quickly wraps up V and sends him flying across the ring with an overheard Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Owens immediately grabs his left arm after the move as he crawls over to make the pin: 1..............2..........KICK OUT! O2 isn't done and quickly gets to his feet. He's not going to allow V any time to catch his breath as O2 once again scales to the top rope. He is going to fight through the pain once more, as he launches himself off with a HUGE Frog Splash! But just at the last second V rolls out of the way, forcing O2 to hit nothing but mat! Both men are down as the referee checks on them before starting his ten count.

Franks: Oh, Omar went for it all there and Vendetta just barely got out of the way. If Owens hit that move, I think it would have been lights out.

Quadros: High-risk, high-reward. He went to the top one too many times and Vendetta was able to make him pay for it.

The referee gets to seven before both men rise to their feet. Omar goes for a right hand, but V ducks under it and delivers a stiff headbutt directly to O2's left shoulder. Omar stumbles back and Vendetta kicks him hard in he midsection. Owens doubles-over and Vendetta sets him up for a Vertebreaker! The crowd is buzzing with excitement as V sets him up and drops him hard! The crowd "ohhs" for one of the coolest looking moves in professional wrestling.

Franks: Vendetta just nailed with the Shockwave! That was a crazy looking Vertebreaker; it puts a lot of torque on Omar's neck and his left shoulder.

Quadros: I'd hate to be on the receiving end of a move like that.

Vendetta goes for the pin: 1..............2.............Owens manages to get his foot on the ropes just before the count of 3! Vendetta can't believe it! The bottom rope just cost him the victory. He slowly gets to his feet and pulls Omar up as well. V heads towards the ropes, but as he returns before he could even do what he had planned, O2 comes to life and nails him with a strong Clothesline using his good arm. V's head hits the mat hard as he slowly tries to get back to his feet. As soon as V gets up, O2 fights through his shoulder pain and drops his opponent with a Reverse X-Factor! O2 gets up and heads towards the ropes once again. This time he climbs up so his back is facing the ring.

Franks: Could we be seeing the Positively Breathtaking Moonsault? Normally O2 would go for the Last Gasp, but I think his shoulder is hurting too bad to go for his submission finishing maneuver.

Quadros: I guess he still hasn't learned. He's going for another high-risk move!

And with that, O2 jumps off and nails a beautiful Moonsault! He goes for the pin: 1..............2..............3..KICK OUT! Vendetta kicked out, but it not in time as the referee immediately calls for the bell. O2 rolls off his opponent, clutching his arm, as the fans are cheering for Omar's victory. Vendetta places both hands on his face in anguish as he stares up at the ceiling as Omar's music hits

Ferdinand: The winner of this match, via pinfall, Ommmarrrr Owweeennnnsss!

Franks: A good performance by both men tonight, and Vendetta nearly kept the match moving onward, but he got his shoulder up just a tad, tad, tad bit late. It's unfortunate, but I think he has a lot of success in front of him.

Quadros: Omar cheated!

Franks: How?

Quadros: I don't know, but I'm sure he cheated somehow!

Franks: Oh, quiet down. He didn't cheat. It was a close match, but Omar was the better man tonight and that's all there is to it.

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LEGACY
Written by: Sam

Omar Owens rests back in the corner of the ring; it seems that the 30ft fall, gruelling match with Zex at Mob Rules and his match here tonight have taken their toll when suddenly “Stinkfist” By Tool kicks in over the P.A System.

Franks: Zex!? Here tonight?

Quadros: Oh yeah! Business is about to pick up!

But Zex is not the man who walks out on the entrance ramp; instead it is Leon Murphy and Wren Chesney who make their way on stage; Leon smiles as Omar locks eyes with the cock-sure Super-Agent; Omar walks to the centre of the ring and you can just see the rage on his face.

Leon: It has come to my attention that some here in PWA feel that Zex has ruined his legacy; that he has destroyed all the teachings and philosophies taught to him by Logan Steel; that unlike Valentine Lionheart and Evan Andrews; Zex just didn’t get it...That he couldn’t grasp Logan’s message! Well tonight we are here to prove those naysayers wrong.

Suddenly Zex rushes from the crowd and into the ring with a metal briefcase in his hand, he clocks Omar over the back of the head and then crouches down behind the former El Fantastico.

Quadros: Pow! Right In the Kisser!

Franks: That was in the back of the head; not the kisses; and this asshole Zex has some nerve what an opportunist.

Zex opens the briefcase and takes out a syringe; he jabs it into Omar’s anticubital area, Zex draws blood and then tosses the Syringe back into the briefcase before sliding out the ring and making his way back up the stage.

Franks: Zex just stole Logan’s gimmick! He drew blood from Omar Owens.

Quadros: Logan was famous for doing that; and when he left TNW he awarded his collection of blood to Evan Andrews; does this mean Zex is going to start his own Blood Collection?

Franks: Who knows; that sick bastard will more than likely paint with it.

Zex, Leon and Wren pose at the top of the stage before exiting as Omar begins to come around.

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MILLION DOLLAR EGO
Written by: John

*We return from commercial to hear Pat Green's "I Like Texas," and the crowd inside the New Orleans Arena raises to their feet as author John Gillmen takes the stage with a mike in his hand.*

CARL FRANKS: Well ladies and gentlemen, if you missed out on "Mob Rules IV," then you missed one of the greatest displays of courage, guts, and iron will that I have personally witnessed! In front of 133,592 fans in Azteca Stadium, the largest audience to ever watch a PWA event, John Gillmen--a proud author and student-- stole the show and pulled off a miraculous counter to Wren Chesney's EMS and went on to score the victory in what many wrestling insiders have called a "surprise instant classic!"

RAY QUADROS: I said it before, but I'll say it again. He won, alright? I don't wanna see him again!

CARL: Too bad Ray!

*The New Orleans audience's ovation continues as John, wearing a Chris Paul Hornets "home" jersey, makes his way to the ring and steps inside. The humble writer looks around in sheer amazement over what he's done.*

CARL: The main headline for the April 14th edition of the Corpus Christi Caller-Times simply read "one for all time," and indeed, John Gillmen won a match for the ages--and perhaps most fittingly, he saved the career and image of Jack "The Golden Eagle" Gaither--a man that now has his choice of any PWA Championship he chooses.

*Even though the music stops, the fans don't stop cheering.*

CARL: What...an ovation.

*The appreciative crowd starts a "J.J.!" chant that lasts for several minutes before finally quieting down. John, trying to comprehend the meaning of his ovation, gets on the stick.*

JOHN GILLMEN: What's up, New Orleans?

*The fans erupt again with wild cheering and applause.*

JOHN: I have something...that I think you ought to know about. For those who don't know me very well, I have been struggling with Aspberger's, which is a high-end form of autism. I remember certain things like clockwork, but I have a hard time being around large groups of people. However...in front of over 133,000 people at "Mob Rules IV," I proved to every single PWA personality in the back that I can overcome Aspberger's...that I can overcome my visual impairments...and WIN one for the ages, one for the fans...and ONE FOR ALL TIME!

*Another LOUD roar ensues as the fans leap to their feet again!*

FANS (chanting): J.J.! J.J.! J.J.! J.J.! J.J.! J.J.!

JOHN: And with that said, I believe that the Queen Bitch owes me some money, and in just a few short moments from now, I will become America's newest millionaire. Wren Chesney...COME ON DOOOOOWN--IT'S TIME TO PAY UP!!

*"Head Like a Hole" by Nine Inch Nails begins to play as PWA co-CEO Wren Chesney makes her way onstage holding a second mike, flanked by two muscular security guys; the author, who doesn't like Nine Inch Nails at all, has a really clever idea on how to handle this situation.*

JOHN: Hold the phone! I want Wren to walk to the ring and feel ashamed about losing to a blind man; so guys in the truck...CUT THE MUSIC!

*The song immediately stops playing much to the delight of the fans! Wren is pissed over having her favorite song--her theme--cut off at the command of an author!*

CARL: Haha! Wren lost the match, but she also lost her entrance music too! And in a few minutes, she's gonna lose a million bucks!

*The evil PWA co-CEO sends her flunkies to the back and power-walks into the ring with a purpose. The crowd boos her not only because she's a vile woman, but she's also wearing a Kobe Bryant Lakers jersey--not a good move to make during the NBA Playoffs!*

FANS: FUCK THE LAKERS! (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap)
FUCK THE LAKERS! (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap)
FUCK THE LAKERS! (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap)
FUCK THE LAKERS! (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap)
FUCK THE LAKERS! (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap)

*Wren lifts her microphone up as the crowd settles down.*

WREN CHESNEY: Wow Mister Author...these fans of yours are vulgar, but they're blind to the fact that you truly have a million dollar ego.

*The crowd now switches gears and directs a rather ubiquitous chant to the PWA executive.*

FANS: FUCK YOU CHESNEY! (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap)
FUCK YOU CHESNEY! (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap)
FUCK YOU CHESNEY! (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap)
FUCK YOU CHESNEY! (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap)
FUCK YOU CHESNEY! (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap)

*John delivers that classic shit eating grin, but Wren doesn't appear to be amused one bit.*

WREN: Ya know something Gillmen...you're too fuckin' stupid to realize that you got LUCKY. You're too fuckin' dumb to understand that your counter of my patented "Eat My Snatch" was the result of pure luck! I WANTED to take you apart in that ring and BRUTALIZE you, but apparently, your God had other ideas in His mind. Well ya know something Mister Author...FUCK God, and FUCK YOU!

*The fans boo Wren loudly and start up a chant of "YOU SUCK DICK!" However, the author proves to be very cool and collected regarding his opponents verbal diatribes.*

JOHN: Ya know Wren...I have a story to tell you. Eleven years ago, the Saints played the Rams in an NFL wild-card playoff game down the road at the Superdome. St. Louis' team was commonly known back then as "The Greatest Show on Turf," but on that one fateful January night, their star kick returner--his team down by three--muffed a simple punt return, and New Orleans' Brian Milne made the recovery on the 10 yard line.

WREN (pissed): I DON'T GIVE A FU--

JOHN: I AIN'T DONE YET! As I was saying...at "Mob Rules" Wren, you played the role of Az-Zahir Hakim. You fumbled the ball, and I made the recovery to win the match. After I got the one-two-three on you...I heard the voice of Saints broadcaster Jim Henderson in my head, and I believe his exact words were--

*The author GETS RIGHT INTO WREN'S FACE and yells as loud as he can yell!*

JOHN: "THERE IS A GOD AFTER ALL!!!"

*OH! OH! OH! THAT DID IT!! The crowd goes absolutely APESHIT over John's dead-on impression of Jim Henderson's famous radio call. Wren can only drop her microphone in shock.*

JOHN: So Wren, the next time you wanna sit there and talk about "brutalizing" someone, then I suggest that you commit yourself to that...ummm...I can't remember the name of the place...got it--Arc Ana! You might as well refer yourself to Arc Ana Asylum, where I know of a least a few dudes over there who would love to pump 15 ounces of semen into you every single day--BRUTALIZING you for only a nickel per ounce.

FANS: OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JOHN: But let's not talk about that though. Let's not talk about our past lives. Let's talk about the situation that you're in tonight because my voice is starting to become kinda raw again from all that yelling. I beat you at "Mob Rules IV" fair and square, and as a result of my victory, I believe that you owe me a check for one million dollars. Tonight...in New Orleans, Louisiana...I am here to collect it. Where's the goods?

*Slowly but surely, Wren picks up her microphone; although she is deathly scared of what THIS author is capable of doing, she makes no qualms about delivering some bad news.*

WREN: Ammm...I forgot about it.

JOHN: You forgot that you were supposed to write me that check?

WREN: Yeah, aren't you fuckin' deaf!?

FANS: BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JOHN: Well...that was some news that I didn't want to hear, but I have found a proper solution. Since you FAILED to pay up by the appointed deadline--tonight--then I have no choice but to bring in my attorney.

VOICE: "OBJECTION!!!

*A club remix of "'Objection!' 2001"--the theme to "Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney"--plays as a tall, young, spiky-haired gentlemen in a black business suit makes his way to the ring to a nice reception.*

RAY: Hahaha--what a joke, this guy thinks he's a cosplayer!

CARL: This isn't cosplay, folks! This is Nick "Phoenix" Wright--THE Ace Attorney! He is one of the most renowned and respected lawyers around the world.

*The world-famous lawyer steps into the ring and receives John's microphone.*

NICK "PHOENIX" WRIGHT: Thank you for the welcome. Now...I want to make something perfectly clear: I am NOT that other guy who calls himself "Phoenix." That guy doesn't hold a candle to who I am. I was Jack Gaither's former football teammate at the University of Houston; I was a wide receiver who was nicknamed "Phoenix" because I could run real fast and soar above defenders around the country.

*The crowd cheers after remembering some of the things that the Gaither-Wright tandem accomplished as football players.*

WREN: I hope you don't wear that spiky hairdo to court unless if the judge is an old fogey.

"PHOENIX": Actually, I slick my hair back before I go to the office, but I like to spike it after I get off work. However, we ain't talkin' about that; we're talkin' about your situation. Mr. Gillmen has authorized me to come on down to the ring and let you know that since you didn't adhere to the stipulations of your match--and come up with a one million dollar check for Mr. Gillmen--then I will proceed in serving you with a lawsuit in federal court for breach of contract.

*The fans go nuts again, but from the looks of things, Wren does NOT like this at all!*

"PHOENIX": AND...in addition to the lawsuit that I will file against you Ms. Chesney...can we bring up the PWA Board of Directors on the big screens please? Thanks!

*A live feed of Board of Directors Kurt Kaiser, Ryu Sawada, and Commissioner Jimmy "The Butcher" Cortez is shown on the big screen.*

"PHOENIX": As I was saying, in addition to the papers that I'll be serving you Ms. Chesney, I have made a recommendation to the remaining three members of the Board--Mr. Sawada, Mr. Kaiser, and Mr. Cortez--to have you voted out of office and removed from your position as co-CEO of the Premiere Wrestling Alliance!

*Oh boy, here comes ANOTHER loud roar from the New Orleans faithful! The Board of Directions applaud Mr. Wright for delivering his message; Wren tosses her mike away and screams "YOU CAN'T FUCKIN' DO THAT! YOU JUST CAN'T! YOU WOULDN'T!" at the top of her lungs like a spoiled little girl. Phoenix and John all share shit eating expressions on their faces.*

JOHN: Wren...Phoenix is right. If you don't give me my check by the end of tonight, then not only will we sue your ass for breach of contract, we will see that you are REMOVED from your office as PWA co-CEO...FOR-EV-ER!!

*The crowds cheers reach a crescendo, and the PWA executive realizes that she's got nowhere to go. Slowly, she reaches into her front-left jeans pocket and pulls out a check that's neatly folded in half. As Phoenix and company look on, Wren unfolds the white check to confirm that it's for $1,000,000--payable to the order of John Gillmen! Her hands tremble as she slowly hands the check to her victorious opponent, and once it's within reach, the author swipes it before Wren can pull her hand back. Phoenix applauds as John places his newly-acquired check into his own pants pocket.*

"PHOENIX": That's good. Now Ms. Chesney, I want you to get on your knees and bow to Mr. Gillmen's superiority.

*Wren hesitates for a moment, but John yells "DO IT NOW!" Not wanting to piss off her enemies any more, the PWA co-CEO gets down on her knees and bows at Gillmen's feet. She doesn't want to do it, but she's got no choice but to grab her mike and say what the fans have been wanting to hear for a long time.*

WREN: Mister Author...I bow to your superiority! I'm not worthy! I'm not worthy! I'm not worthy!

*The crowd goes nuts as Pat Green's "I Like Texas" plays once again. John and his lawyer Phoenix wave to the crowd before leaving the ring--and leaving Wren in tears, for she has been completely humiliated by a blind author and a supposed "cosplayer" of an attorney.*

[Neil]

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GOING PREMIERE
Written by: Neil

“Power” begins to play as Donial Swiggette steps on out from the back with a microphone in one hand and the vacant Premiere Title strap hanging over his shoulder. The crowd gives the Board of Director plenty of hell as he soaks it all in.

Franks: Oh God here we go again.

Donial: Good for ya'll, you can boo me. I like hearing the boos as much as I like to hear the dollars roll in.

Booo!! “You suck! You suck! You suck!”

Quadros: Donial doesn't suck! He's just smarter than you people!

Donial: Right here in my hand I have something that is just increasing with value in this hostile economic environment. Gold, people! Gold! Vacant Premiere Title gold to be exact. And guess what, it's about time somebody carries this around. Somebody other than Jason Sandman that thieving dead beat father that he is.

The Butcher: Hello, Donial!

The crowd starts to cheer as Commissioner Butcher's face is shown on the PWA-tron as he is backstage somewhere. Donial Swiggette smiles slightly because he takes joy in the fact the Commissioner has decided to stay backstage.

The Butcher: Figured I'd come visit you and make sure you weren't having all the fun in this announcement. Lucky for you I've chosen to remain backstage to avoid anymore incidents like we've had tonight...

Donial: That's right, Butcher. Stay back there because you are afraid of me!

The Butcher: More like afraid of what I might do to you the next time I see your stupid face. But enough about breaking bones, gutting your insides, and measuring you for a pine box. This is about that Premiere Title belt you are holding right there. It is LONG over due that we crown a new Premiere Champion and it is only fair that we do this in the ring.

Donial: Glad you finally are seeing it my way, Commissioner. Who do you propose deserves a spot in MY mini-tournament?

The Butcher: Hmm, see this wasn't a hard choice. In fact, this man should all ready be holding that belt. Fortunately for you, he isn't here tonight so he won't be snatching it from your bloody fingers.

Donial: Get on with it, Butcher. Who is your choice?

The Butcher: An old friend of mine and Wren's. You might know him as CAPTAIN HOWDY!

Franks: Yes! Finally! Captain Howdy gets his opportunity to get that Premiere Title gold!

Quadros: What has he done to deserve that spot? Nothing!

The crowd cheers with even some chanting “Howdy! Howdy! Howdy!” while Donial Swiggette looks up at the PWA-tron, unimpressed.

Donial: You mean the man that has Tag Team Title gold but doesn't know what to do with it? I'll be shocked if he even shows up.

The Butcher: Oh he will and I will enjoy it. Who do you propose then?

Donial: Simply put, the most dominate man in PWA right now. All 6 foot 6 inches and 400-pounds of him...

Franks: Oh no!

Donial: That's right! I pick 'Hungry' JACK SWANSON

Boooo! New Orleans must not be a fan of his. Especially after he drilled Jack Gaither into the mat tonight!

The Butcher: Nice pick, Donial. He isn't bad.

Donial: He sure isn't. He's undefeated in PWA action!

The Butcher: As I saw tonight. But don't be surprised if that changes when an opportunity at the Premiere Title is on the line. But if you are going to give Swanson this opportunity, I think it is only fitting that New Orleans gets their man represented in this as well. Who should I pick, New Orleans?

“Gaither! Gaither! Gaither!”

Quadros: Shhh! Please don't dumb this down!

The Butcher: That sounds nice even if he did lose tonight. How about that people of New Orleans? I'm going to pick....the 'Golden Eagle' JACK GAITHER!!

Quadros: Son of a bitch!

Franks: Gaither sure is finding himself in good positions lately!

Donial Swiggette is laughing out loud as the Premiere Title belt nearly falls off of his shoulder.

Donial: Ha! You're kidding me right? What a waste of a shot! I will laugh even louder when he loses!

The Butcher: You'll be surprised, Donial. You will be surprised.

Donial: No I won't. But if we are going to surprise people, I think it is only fair I surprise you and New Orleans. Seems there is a lot of disrespect going around towards one man in particular in PWA.

The Butcher: No sir, Donial. I will not be participating. I am retired.

Donial: Not you! I'd never pick you other than the first person I'd fire!

The Butcher: Get on with it, Donial. Who has been disrespected as of late, hmm?

Donial: A man of superior athletic ability. A man you people forget gave you this fine company to begin with. A man who shocked the world at Mob Rules IV when he returned to the PWA to reclaim his name. I'm talking about.....CHRIS WILKINS!!

Franks: Oh my! I didn't expect this! Is Chris Wilkins prepared and ready for such an opportunity?

Quadros: He was born ready, Carl! He's all healed up and ready to go!

The Butcher: Well if that's the way it is going to be, Donial, then that is the way it will be. I'll put it down right now on my card for Violation 122. Captain Howdy vs. Jack Gaither and Jack Swanson vs. Chris Wilkins. Winners face off for that Premiere Title belt. How does that sound?

Donial: It makes sense, Butcher. Business sense. I can smell the money. The only thing that's the extra cherry on top about this whole thing is these poor people here in New Orleans, they don't get to see it start tonight! Ha!

Boooo!

“Power” kicks back up as Donial Swiggette continues laughing on his microphone while disappearing into the back. The Commissioner fades off the screen to write down the V122 card.

Franks: What an announcement and opportunity for these 4 men to be recognized like this! And it's all going to start next week!

Quadros: This just in, Carl. Las Vegas odds has Swanson as the EVEN favorite! Oh man! Much respect for the largest competitor in PWA today!

Franks: And to think, we still have the main event left to go!

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#1 CONTENDERSHIP TO THE WORLD TITLE
Jason Sandman vs. Nighthawk ©
Written by: Okori (match) & Andrew (commentary)

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 #1 contenders match and is scheduled for 1 fall with a 1-hour time limit. The referee in charge of the contest is PWA senior official Sasha Brown.”

Franks: Jason Sandman and Nighthawk have faced one another on numerous occasions, but this is probably their most significant match to date, for the winner will have earned the right to challenge Terminus at the next PPV.

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

Freddy Ferdinand: “Introducing first, weighing in tonight at 300 lbs, from Norfolk, Virginia, Jason Sandman!”

(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. Glaring at Jason Sandman Nighthawk then drops his robe and his championship belt and rushes full-speed into the ring.)

Freddy Ferdinand: “His opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, and weighing 185 lbs, ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk!”

(Almost immediately Nighthawk and Jason trade massive forearm smashes to the head before the bell even rings, causing Sasha Brown and a few other referees to rush down to the ring in order to break the two men apart. As the junior referees confer with their supervisor on what to do Nighthawk and Jason Sandman continue to scream and bark insults at each other, neither man showing any interest whatsoever in playing nice. Finally finishing with the conference Sasha Brown informs both men that she is going to start the match now, and wants them to play this as clean as they possibly can.)

Franks: Well, it's pretty clear that these two don't like one another one bit, and this hostility nearly caused this match to end before it ever had a chance to begin! But it looks like we're actually going to get things started, so let's see if these two can calm down enough to concentrate upon the task of winning this contest, rather than on beating the crap out of one another!

(As both men circle the ring against each other, that initial burst of fury now having faded more or less from view but has left behind the tension, Nighthawk and Jason Sandman stare at each other before going for a lockup which neither man seems all that particularly interested in getting. Getting right in each other’s faces again they again push and shove each other before Jason hauls off and slaps Nighthawk right across the face, which the World Light Heavyweight Champion returns in kind. Hitting a double-leg takedown the “Wrestling Machine” mounts the “New Age Punisher” and lands flurries of slaps from the top position, punctuating things with a textbook forearm to the head before Jason counters it by sweeping Hawk from the guard and rolling over on top of him so that he can land some blows of his own. Hawk responds by getting his legs up and kicking Sandman in the chest, knocking him to the mat before too much damage can be done.)

Quadros: I think that answers your question, Carl...

(Rolling back to their feet Nighthawk and Jason Sandman again start brawling, both of them shoving down Sasha Brown when she tries to step in between them. Signaling for the bell to be rung Sasha calls for security to come down and separate them both.)

Freddy Ferdinand: “Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been thrown out.”

(As Sandman and Nighthawk continue to hurl insults and do their best to tear themselves from the grasp of the various security members, the camera shot pans to the sight of Terminus, who has now appeared at the top of the entrance ramp. The World Heavyweight Champion regards the scene with a mixture of bemusement and disbelief, before shrugging and shaking his head as he steps back through the curtain.)

Franks: Well, we all have to wonder what will happen regarding the number one contender's position now that this match has been declared a no contest, and it seems that the World Champion is wondering just as much as anyone.

Quadros: Probably more than anyone, since he'll have to face SOMEONE down the road. Well, you know Glen's gonna have something to say about this. He's just that kind of guy.

Franks: Yeah, he certainly is. We'll see what's said and done about everything next week, but for now that's all the time we have. Thanks for watching everyone, and have a good night!