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DRIVEN BY HATE
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Cowboys Stadium in Arlington, Texas

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PRIMETIME CHAMPIONSHIP #2 CONTENDER
Victor Jace vs. Dragon Khan vs. Caleb Spero
Written by: Tyler

Ferdinand: The opening bout is scheduled for one fall, and it is a Triple Threat Match to determine the Number 2 Contendership for the PWA Primetime Championship!

"KKKHHHHHAAAANNNNN!!!!!!!!"

The lights in the arena turn into a Satanic-red hue as the opening strains of Metallica's "Master of Puppets" begins to play. Streams of pyro go off as the demonic Dragon Khan--clad in his metallic red armor and mask--slowly walks to the ring with "Mistress Yuko"--an alluring woman wearing a blood red cloak and hood--and "The Master"--wearing his black cloak and hood--in tow. Khan spits red mist toward a camera as he methodically makes his way to the ring; "The Master" carefully removes Khan's armor, revealing red wrestling tights and black boots.

Ferdinand: Introducing first, standing at seven feet and one inch tall and weighting a grand total of 341 pounds DRAGOOOONN KHAAAAAAAAN!

'Spit it out' begins to play over the loud speaker as the lights turn blue, shrouding the entire arena in a creepy glow. A rather bulky image can be seen standing at the head of the ramp, his arms resting on his side as the lights come back on, revealing Victor Jace and his constantly sadistic smile. With an arrogant strut, he begins his descent to the ring, climbing up the stairs and going in between the ropes as the fans begin to show their hatred for him. With a proud loon on his face, he stands on the middle rope, leans towards the crowd, and yells at them while waiting his opponent.

Ferdinand: And the second competitor, weighting in at 243 pounds and standing six feet five inches tall, he is the Veteran of Violence, VICTORRRRRRRRR JACE!

'Hero' by Skillet blares over the PA System as Caleb Spero walks out onto the entrance ramp, a smug look on his face showing his confidence going into this match. The fans are mostly quiet but a few cheers mixed in with even fewer boos can be heard as Spero climbs up the steps and enters the ring.

Ferdinand: Now that all the competitors are in the ring, allow me to introduce to you the third and final member of this match up! He stands at Six Feet flat, and weights only a simple 175 pounds, he is Caleb Spero!

Spero and Jace both glare at Dragon Khan, knowing full well that he's going to be a handful. The two break their glare for just a second and nod towards each other, seemingly agreeing on something. As soon as the referee signals for the bell, the two men charge towards the giant and begin to unload on him with a serious of heavy punches and quickly back him into the corner.

Franks: Both Jace and Spero taking it to Khan early on, looks like they're wanting to take him out of the equation!

Quadros: Of course they do, look at the size of him!

In an impressive display of strength, Khan places his palm against Spero's face and literally facepalms him with enough force to send him stumbling back to his corner. Knowing he's no match for Khan's physical strength, he tries to back away but height of Khan allows him to grab a hold of Jace's arm and pull him in for a hard clothesline that nearly decapitates him.

Franks: Holy hell! Did he just kill him? I think Khan may have just killed Jace!

Quadros: Good. I was getting tired of seeing him and that stupid protective mask anyway.

Franks: Well hopefully it'll heal soon so he can take it off, I for one, am getting tired of hearing you complain...

Khan turns his back on Spero and attempts to lift Jace up, only to have the former rush up behind him and deliver a low drop kick to the small of Khan's back, but the behemoth merely stumbles against the ropes. He turns around as Spero rebounds off the rope and goes for a crossbody, but is easily caught by Khan who proceeds to slam him into the mat and go for a pinfall attempt, only to have Spero kick out at two.

Quadros: A near fall already? I think Khan is going to win this easily...

Franks: Gillmen looks pretty happy about all this, to say the least...

You can hear Gillmen on the outside praising Khan as he lifts Spero back to his feet. He whips him into the ropes and lifts his foot into the air, going for a big boot but Spero manages to wrap his arms around the ropes and put on the breaks. Khan starts to charge towards Spero, and knowing that he has no where to run, he decides to go on the offensive. In an impressive feat of agility, Spero springboards off the middle rope and connects with a flying chuck kick to the side of Khans head, forcing him to stagger back a bit.

Franks: Looks like Khan is finally taking some damage!

Quadros: Sadly it looks like Jace wasn't dead, he's finally starting to move.

Sure enough, Jace has gotten to his hands and knees as he struggles to regain his composure after nearly being beheaded. Spero, having finally found some way to harm the monster, once again leaps from the middle rope and connects with a second kick to the side of Khans head! Khan looks dazed as Jace, who is now back on his feet, bounces off the ropes next to Spero and connects with a massive spear, finally bringing the big man down for the first time in this match!

Quadros: I can't believe that they actually managed to knock him off his feet...

Franks: Well, the numbers game was sure to rear it's ugly head eventually...

Knowing now may be their only chance to take Khan out, Jace orders Spero to grab one of his legs and help him flip him over. Spero quickly listens and grabs a hold of Khans left leg while Jace takes the right, and the two not only flip him over but lock him in a double single leg boston crab! Khan springs to life as the pain kicks in, his uses his impressive upper body strength to push himself up and relieve some of the pressure.

Quadros: Oh come on, this isn't fair! It's a Triple Threat Match, not a handicap match!

Franks: All is fair in love and war. They both know they'll have to work together to take the big man out of the match, and then they can focus on each other!

Knowing that if he stays locked in this maneuver for to long that the damage may become irreversible, Khan focuses all of his energy and power into legs and manages to throw the two men off of him, sending them both face first into the mat. Feeling the sting in his legs, Khan uses the ropes to help him get back up but is quickly met with another barrage of heavy fists from the two men, in an attempt to keep him occupied, while Gillmen and Yuko cheer urge Khan to do something!

Quadros: Oh come on, this is ridiculous! Disqualify them, Ref! Do your job!

Franks: Calm down, this is entirely legal!

Hearing his two friends from outside the ring allows Khan to find his strength and once more overpower the two. He kicks Spero in the stomach, forcing him to keel over and crumple to mat. Jace stays focused on Khan and continues to send several hard punches into his face, but is taken by surprise when Khan places both his hands on the side of Jaces neck and hoists him high into the air, before slamming him into the mat with a double choke bomb! Khan quickly goes for the pin attempt! One...Two... Th-NO! Spero manages to break the pin just in time!

Franks: Lucky save by Spero, I didn't think he'd make it.

Quadros: Yeah, and the double teaming continues.

Franks: How can that even be considered double teaming?

Spero drives several elbows into the back of Khans head, while Jace rolls out from under the two to regain his composure. Despite the unrelenting Khan manages to get to his feet but is quickly sent back by a powerful standing drop kick from Spero, while stumbling backwards Jace quickly capitalizes on this by removing Khan's right leg from underneath him with a vicious chop block, sending him back to the mat as Yuko and Gillmen gasp in shock and slight disappointment. Spero looks down at Khan, happy that they finally seem to be wounding him as Jace quickly takes advantage of this by bouncing off the ropes and drives Spero to the mat with a devastating Spear!

Quadros: Finally they attack each other! I was beginning to think that this really was a handicap match.

Franks: Would you just shut up already?

Jace covers Spero with a lateral press as the referee makes the count! One...Two....Kick out! Spero and Jace quickly get back to their feet and exchange blows, with Spero using his smaller frame and higher speed to duck under one of Jace's punches and get behind him. Spero drives his forearm into the small of Jace's back before bending him backwards and slamming the back of his head against the mat with a reverse DDT and quickly goes for the cover. One...two...No! Khan, who had gotten back to his feet, simply lifts Spero up off of Jace and tosses him out side of the ring as if he were some sort of empty box.

Quadros: Payback, baby! Love it! That'll teach him to gang up on Khan...

Franks: I think Spero may be seriously hurt here...

The Referee rushes over to check on Spero, as The Master starts to yell at Khan, eagerly telling him to Finish It over and over as Khan easily lifts Jace to his feet. He lifts Jace even further, placing him in the torture rack position and prepares to deliver the Demon Drop! The weight of Jace, however, proves to much for Khans weakened legs and Jace manages to wiggle out of the hold, dropping down behind Khan and quickly removing his protective mask. Khan turns around and is quickly cracked over the head with the mask.

Quadros: Jace taking advantage of the referee having his back turned here...

Franks: Aren't Triple Threat Matchs normally No-Disqualification?

Quadros: I don't know...

Franks: Well, I guess we'll find out if he the referee turns around...

Jace clocks Khan over the head twice more, and reels back for a fourth and final attempt, only to have his wrist caught by Khan! Khan uses his free hand to forcibly remove the mask from Jace and drops it to the mat. From his body language, you can tell Khan is angry as he stomps on the mask not once, but three times and shatters it into tiny pieces!

Quadros: Yes! Yes! Karma! I love it!

Franks: This could be bad for Jace, that broken nose can't be fully healed yet, can it?

Quadros: How should I know? I'm not a doctor...

Khan looks at Jace as The Master and Mistress Yuko praise Khan for his decision, however, Jace quickly delivers a swift kick to the nuts of Khan that forces him to let go of Jace. Khan doubles over in pain allowing Jace to wrap his arm around his neck and drive him face first into the tiny plastic shards of the broken mask with a lifting DDT! Jace covers Khan! One! Two! Three!

Four?! No! The referee is still outside the ring checking on Spero, who has now partially gotten to his feet and is leaning against the barricade. The referee hears The Master and Yuko urging Khan to kick out and turns his head to see Jace pinning Khan. He quickly slides into the ring and begins to count! One! Two! Thr--No! Khan managed to kick out just in time!

Quadros: And it just keeps getting better! Hahaha!

Franks: Oh man that was close! Jace had him, but the referee was still out checking on Spero!

Knowing that he had this won, Jace leaps to his feet and begins to argue with the referee. The ref can do nothing but apologize for the mishap, as Khan's shadow overlaps Jace and a worried look overtakes his face, knowing he made a mistake in turning his back on him. Jace slowly turns in almost comical fashion and receives a hard right hand that sends him crashing to the mat, nearly knocking him out.

Quadros: Well, if anything at all, at least we can laugh at Victor's performance.

Franks: That did have sort of a cartoonish feel to it, didn't it?

Gillmen yells at Khan to take care of Spero, who has just reentered the ring and is standing against the ropes. Barely able to stand under his own power, he watches as Khan charges at him full speed. Almost instinctively, Spero drops to the mat and pulls downwards on the rope forcing Khan to spill to the outside!

Quadros: Wow, that looked nasty...

Franks: Yeah, and it seems this match may suddenly be back in Spero's favor.

Quadros: Unfortunately.

Spero struggles to lift Jace back to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Caleb holds his ground and prepares to level with a back body drop. He, however, finds himself confused and to weakened to react when Jace lowers his own head and nearly rips him in half with a vicious spear! Victor somehow manages to find the strength to cover Spero and hook the leg as the referee drops down and starts to count! One! Two! Three! The referee signals for the bell as Dragon Khan slides back into the ring, forcing Jace to scurry out of the ring before he could even soak up his victory. Jace hightails it up the ramp with a high grin on his face, as Khan stands over the body of Spero.

Ferdinand: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner and now the Number 2 Contender for the PWA Primetime Championship....VICTORRRRRRRR JACE!

Franks: Impressive win by Jace here to night.

Quadros: The only thing that's impressive is that he actually won a match...

Franks: Despite how bad his return may have been so far, this is without a doubt one of the biggest wins of his PWA career!

Quadros: Doesn't take much....

Khan reaches down and forces Spero to his feet before placing him in the torture rack position. Gillmen and Yuko both can be heard yelling "End Him!" in unison as Khan drops him square on his head with the Demon Drop before exiting the ring and making his way up the ramp.

Franks: OK, now that was just uncalled for...

Quadros: I think it was a nice ending, considering how badly Khan was cheated out of a win here...

Franks: Are you still on about the double team thing? Give it a rest...

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UNSANCTIONED TAIPEI DEATHMATCH
Terminus vs. Josh Cantrell
Written by: Andrew & Jake

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Ryan Shane vs. Captain Howdy
Written by: Sam

Ferdinand: The following match is scheduled for one fall and has a thirty Minute time limit...First hailing from Allen Park, Michigan; and weighing in at 210lbs...He is former Premier Champion...RYAN SHANE!

Victim" by Eighteen Visions begins to play throughout the arena. The entrance ramp is dimly lit as the figure of Ryan Shane makes his way out followed closely by his manager Amber Lynn. Pyro goes off as Shane makes his way to the ring as the fans erupt in a chorus of boos. As he gets to the ring he hops onto the apron and holds the ropes open for Amber who has climbed the ring steps. He enters the ring and then stands and raises his hands high to the continuing sound of boos.

Ferdinand: And his opponent; hailing from Coney Island, New York and weighing in at 254 lbs...He is former World Heavyweight Champion...CAPTAIN HOWDY!!

The lights dim, as "Captain Howdy" begins to play. He storms down the ramp, neither looking into the crowd, or back the way he came. As he gets closer, he removes his lime green jacket, and drops it at ringside near the attendant, along with his walking stick. The Captain slides under the bottom rope, then stands, glaring at the official, and almost stalking him, causing him to jump out of the ring. He then starts to pace back and forth, growling and muttering, like a caged animal waiting to be fed, as he waits for the match to start.

Quadros: Ryan Shane is looking in good shape here tonight; I think it’s time for him to step up into the spotlight.

Franks: No doubt, Ryan is looking in impeccable shape; but you cant right out the Captain, he has been one of the most dominant superstars in PWA history

Quadros: Who cares...Ryan is back, he looks good and I think he should cash in his premier championship return shot.

Franks: Are you serious? Shane lost that title months ago.

Quadros: And?

Franks: I...I give up; lets go to the ring.

Howdy and Shane circle one another before reaching out for a collar and elbow tie; Howdy being the bigger of the two powers Ryan Shane into the ropes; the wiry and crafty Shane quickly ducks back through the middle ropes leaning as far away from Howdy as he can; the referee runs in to break the hold.

Quadros: Smart move by Shane; leaning back through the ropes so that Howdy couldn’t hit him.

Franks: If you look at Howdy’s face you can see that it pissed him off, not sure how smart THAT is.

As Shane is about to re-enter the ring Howdy steams in with some vicious clubbing blows trapping Ryan within the ropes; here The Captain takes the middle rope and wrenches it up and into Ryan Shane’s groin; Shane screams out in agony before Howdy hammers down over his back knocking him out of the ring.

Franks: Like I said and angry Howdy is not who you want to face in the ring.

Howdy is about to exit the ring when the referee interjects with a “You need to cut that out!” Howdy laughs it off and paces around the ring as Ryan composes himself on the outside. Howdy then briskly makes his way towards the ropes only to be blasted with a huge jumping European uppercut, Shane then vertical leaps up onto the apron and knee’s Howdy square in the head.

Quadros: What a One-Two by Ryan Shane!

Howdy staggers back as Ryan slingshots himself into the ring with a Cross Body followed by a hook of the leg and a cover.

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Howdy kicks out with authority throwing Shane off of him; Shane jumps up to his feet as Howdy gets to his knees; Shane steams in with some punches to the head area of Howdy, followed by some clubbing blows across his back; Ryan then backs up and runs towards Howdy with a Shaning Wizard!!! But Howdy catches Ryan min manoeuvre and quickly stands up before dropping down the mat with a Sit-Out Powerbomb.!!

Franks: That was a little TOO soon for Ryan to go for the S.W; Howdy is nowhere near hurt enough fro that.

Quadros: It’s never too soon for Ryan to win the match; if he had connected Howdy would be out cold “Right Now!”

Howdy rears back looking down over Ryan Shane to the point you can see the whites of his eyes; Howdy then stands and lifts the limp Ryan Shane up by his neck, where he quickly unloads a Heart Punch; Shane staggers back almost falling over when Howdy steps round the side and delivers Kidney Punch, Ryan falls to his knees where Howdy reaches round his legs and neck and lifts him up into the air and dropping him down across his knee with a Gut Buster.

Franks: What a succession of moves there! I can’t see Ryan coming back from this.

Howdy covers Ryan by hooking both of his legs and rolling hard into the cover...

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Franks: How in the hell!?

Quadros: It’s called GRIT and DETERMINATION; something of which Ryan Shane has in abundance.

Again Howdy rocks back and looks at the limp body of Ryan Shane with a sick smile on his face; before standing up and stomping down across Ryan’s back; the Captain then lifts Ryan up only to receive a quick and sudden thumb to the eyes; Howdy clutches his face as Ryan leans back on the ropes to regain his composure.

Quadros: You can’t ever, ever, out think Ryan Shane.

An angry and blind sided Howdy charges at Ryan with a big boot; but Ryan moves out the way sending Howdy balls-first into the top rope, here Ryan pulls back on Howdy’s knee wrenching it around the rope before taking a run up and dropping Howdy’s free leg with a Chop-Block! Howdy falls to the mat holding his knees as Ryan climbs the second rope leaping off with an Elbow Drop down onto Howdy’s knee followed by Kneebar.

Quadros: How good is Ryan Shane; he clearly had a game plan and that was to take out Howdy’s legs, ground him and keep him on the mat...Then the minute Howdy attempts to stand...BAM! Shanning Wizard.

Franks: Either that or Ryan got lucky when Howdy missed the Big Boot.

Quadros: Oh yeah I am sure it was “luck” when he then wrenched his knees, took him to the mat and then elbowed the knee again? Idiot.

Ryan pulls back the kneebar and twists his body to tweak the hold, he turns just enough to really apply the hold and lock it in tight; as the Captain reaches out for the ropes in pain, Ryan keeps his head down and rolls a little more really twisting the knee; but this puts Howdy in a better position to grab the ropes...Which he does.

Franks: Howdy has the ropes.

The Ref steps in and calls for Ryan to let go of the hold...But Ryan keeps it locked in for 1...2...3...4 seconds before letting go and rolling away using the ropes to pull himself up. The ref then chastises Ryan for waiting on the hold but Ryan shrugs it of and attempts to charge in at the fallen Howdy; but the ref gets in his way and tells him to “back off” again chastising him and reading him the riot act.

Quadros: Where do we get these referee’s from?

Franks: I have no idea, but I am glad we have some referee’s who have some balls and a re willing to step in when guys like Shane get out of hand.

Howdy pulls himself up in the corner when Ryan runs in with a corner splash; he then backs up and charges again with a second corner splash but Howdy catches Ryan and slams him down to the mat with a STO! Ryan rolls away feeling the brunt of the STO as Howdy takes a deep breath wanting to regain his steam.

Franks: That had to hurt, Ryan Shane was folded up like an accordion.

The ref begins to count as Ryan and Howdy lay dormant; Howdy is the first to stir he again uses the corner to lift himself up, using each turnbuckle to aid him on his accent, as he does this Ryan pulls himself up with the ropes...Ryan senses that Howdy’s legs may be too weak for him to cause too much harm and so he makes a break and runs at Howdy; Howdy ducks a clothesline and runs forward towards the ref...Ryan turns and throws up a Superkick; Howdy drops to the mat and the Kick hits the referee square in the chin...Knocking him out cold!

Quadros: Ha, ha...Stupid referee.

Both men quickly charge at eachother Shane leaps with a cross body but Howdy turns it into a spinning slam and smashes Ryan into the mat!! Howdy then looks up and that sadistic smile he is known for creeps onto his face; the Captain quickly exits the ring begins to look underneath the apron.

Quadros: What on earth is he doing?

Howdy then throws a duffle bag into the ring and slowly follows behind...Ryan begins to get to his feet when The Captain lifts the duffle bag and throws it across the ring catching Ryan Shane in the back.

Quadros: What the hell is in that bag?

Franks: What ever it is it hurt.

Howdy then opens the bag and pulls out a small black sack; he opens it and pours thumbtacks next to the turnbuckle. He then takes out a small crowbar, cheese grater, pepper spray and some rope.

Franks: Oh my...What a bag of tricks.

Quadros: Ref ring the bell.

Franks: What ref? Ryan took his head off.

Howdy takes the crowbar and stalks Ryan who backs away from the crazed Captain; Ryan then rolls out of the ring and stares daggers at Howdy as the fans chant “Shane’s a Pussy.” Over and over...Shane angrily Walks around the ring and grabs a steal chair.

Quadros: Looks like Ryan is ready to fight.

Shane then enters the ring and swings the chair hitting Howdy over the head with the chair, Howdy staggers and Ryan swings the chair again!!! CRACK! Howdy slumbs into the ropes.

Quadros: Ryan is beating the Captain at his own game.

Franks: Howdy is still standing Ray.

Ryan then runs in with another chair shot when Howdy swats the chair out of his hand with crowbar...Howdy then swings the Crowbar but Ryan ducks and rolls out of the way grabbing the Pepper Spray; Shane opens the lid...SWAT! Howdy knocks the spray out of his hand...Ryan then backs off in the corner as Howdy charges in and swings the Crowbar down; Ryan just slips by as Howdy digs the end of the Crowbar into the turnbuckle.


Quadros: Wake up ref! This is illegal!

Franks: The crowbar is stuck in the turnbuckle pad.

Shane backs off and grabs the cheese grater he then runs hitting Howdy across the back with it cutting him open, but this infuriates the Captain who turns and grabs Ryan by the balls, just as the referee is coming to.


Franks: Uncle Bad Touch’s Favourite Toy!!!

The ref begisn to pull himself up by the ropes as Howdy spins round hooking Shane over his back and then drops him down on the thumbtacks with his patented Playtime's Over!!!! Shane lays dormant as The Captain drags him to the centre of the ring and drops for the cover...The ref turns and spots the cover...

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Ferdinand: Here is your winner...CAPTAIN HOWDY!!!

"Captain Howdy" by Twisted Sister kicks in as The Captain rocks back onto his knees laughing to himself as Shane lays out cold.

Quadros: What a crock of SHIT! Was this a hardcore match? NO!

Franks: What else do you expect? He is in the ring with CAPTAIN HOWDY!

Quadros: I expect a fair match that’s what.

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COMING NEXT WEEK
Written by: ---

The lights go out in the arena. The sound effects of a storm can be heard over the PA system. The screen cuts to show a large Celtic cross tombstone in the middle of a dark graveyard. Thunder crackles behind as the storm rolls through. A child’s voice can be heard as it lifts to the forefront of the clip, reading a bible verse.

“And the devil that deceived them was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet are, and shall be tormented day and night for ever and ever. - Revelation 20:10”

Lightning strikes the tombstone as it shatters. Then the words bleed across the screen.

“…coming next week….”

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PRIMETIME CHAMPIONSHIP #1 CONTENDER
Sam Washington vs. Rob Diamond
Written by: Nathan

Ferdinand: The following match is scheduled for one fall; and the winner will be the #1 contender for the PWA Primetime championship! Introducing first, hailing from Jamestown, North Dakota and weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds. He is "The Patriot" Saaammm Wwaassshhhiinnnggtttoonnn!

The American flag is shone onto the entrance ramp while Star Spangled Banner by Jimmi Hendrix is playing, as Red White & Blue fireworks explode from the entrance area as Sam Washington emerges with his arms outstretched as he makes his way to the ring. With Tap Out by Saving Abel playing over the speaker system, he adjusts his straps on his wrestling singlet before running up the steel steps and into the ring. With his hands in the air, Washington turns around facing all areas of the arena with a grin on his face.

Ferdinand: And introducing his opponent, hailing from Hartford, Connecticut and weighing in at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds. He is Roooobbb Diaaaammooonnnnddddd!

Villain by Theory of a Deadman hits the pa as Rob Diamond walks out to a chorus of boos from the crowd. He doesn't care, he doesn't even taunt them as he heads to the ring. Walking down the ramp in time with the song he rolls in under the bottom rope, looking from side to side he goes to throw them a crotch chop before just flipping them all the bird and heading to his corner.

The bell rings. Both men rush towards each other, but Washington slips behind and immediately wraps his arms around Diamond's midsection. Rob tries to free himself from Sam's grip, but he's not having any success as "The Patriot" lifts him off the mat and drops him chest first onto the canvas. He quickly transitions into a headlock; Diamond swings wildly, but Washington is avoiding the assault. Sam quickly releases the hold and drops down instantly; nailing an Elbow Drop directly onto Rob Diamond's spine! He climbs to his feet, adjusts, and once again drops with a second Elbow Drop! He gets to his feet and pulls Diamond up as well. He sends Diamond flying into the ropes, and upon return he catches him with a release Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Washington quickly moves in for the pin: 1................2......KICK OUT!

Franks: Washington is on fire so far, Ray, definitely bringing the fight to Rob Diamond!

Quadros: It won't last long, Carl.

Washington quickly gets to his feet, pulling his opponent to a vertical base as well. He sends Diamond into the ropes and nails him with a big time Clothesline upon his return! Washington hits the ropes and comes back with a Legdrop! He goes for the pin once more: 1................2..........KICK OUT! Washington doesn't want to let up on his attack, as he quickly gets to his feet and pulls Diamond up as well. He sends Diamond into the turnbuckle. He charges in behind him, looking for a Big Splash in the corner, but Rob manages to duck out of the way! Washington stumbles out of the corner and Diamond catches him with a big time Spinebuster. Both men are down as the referee checks on them.

Franks: And out of no where, Diamond hit a beautiful Spinebuster! He's given himself an opportunity to recover.

Quadros: I told you it wouldn't last long.

Both men are up by he time the referee gets to five. Washington charges in for another Clothesline, but Diamond ducks under it. As soon as Washington turns around, Diamond catches him with a stiff right hand! A left hand! A right! Left! He has Washington reeling as he sends him into the far ropes. As soon as he returns, Diamond catches him nicely with a Standing Dropkick! Washington's momentum knocks him back to his feet, which allows Diamond to catch him quickly with a Double-Arm DDT! Diamond goes for the pin: 1.............2...........KICK OUT! Rob is in charge of this match, and he's not looking to lose the advantage as he pulls Washington to his feet. He sends Sam into the ropes once more, but Sam grabs the ropes and uses them to stop. Diamond reacts quickly, and moves in behind Washington and clasps onto him from behind. He sends him overhead with a German Suplex. Diamond maintains his hold, and climbs to his feet, forcing his opponent up as well.

Franks: It looks like there's more on the way!

Quadros: I was feeling a little German this morning...

And now that both men are back up, Diamond once again takes Washington over with a German Suplex; but this time he bridges into a pin: 1...............2..........KICK OUT! Diamond shakes his head as he climbs back to his feet. He grabs a hold of Washington, but as he does Sam rolls him up: 1.............2.........KICK OUT! Diamond is furious, as he jumps to his feet and lays into his opponent with a series of stomps. He pulls Washington up to his feet and sends him into the corner. Washington hits with a thud, and the force causes him to fall to the mat in the corner. Diamond smiles as he backs up and charges towards his opponent. He yells "suck it!" as loud as he can and catches Washington with a big-time Bronco Buster! He continues the assault before climbing off and pulling Washington to his feet.

Franks: Well, I'm glad I wasn't on the receiving end of that move.

Diamond quickly catches Washington with the Diamond Cutter! He hooks the leg: 1.................2.................3!

Ferdinand: The winner of this match, via pinfall, is Rooobbbb Diaaammmoonnnddd!

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Zakk Bryce vs. Slade
Written by: Donnie (match) & Drew (commentary)

A slight sound of feedback hums over the speakers as the arena is covered in light blue lighting. Then the opening riffs of The Hurt (Paid My Dues) by House of Broken Promises starts to blare through the speaker system. Zakk Bryce steps out on the ramp with Gwen Ashmore at his side as the crowd cheers, chanting "Prod-i-gy" over and over.

Bryce ignores the crowd and stalks down the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope. Bryce heads straight to a neutral corner and starts to stretch using the ropes as he awaits his other opponents.

Carl Franks: Here we go, folks… an epic confrontation between the old school and the new, the present and the future; a battle between two men—

Ray Quadros: Who can’t STAND one another! What more do you really need, Franks? Neither one of these guys think the other is worth ANYTHING!

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

Ray Quadros: Slade looks ready for a fight. He has a HUGE advantage in raw power and aggression. There are very few wrestlers as accomplished at pure brawling as Slade.

Carl Franks: While Zakk Bryce is the complete opposite. He has a passion for this business matched by few, and has studied at the feet of Tony Field. Say what you want about Field’s personality; he’s been doing this a long time.

The referee calls for the bell and Slade rushes right at Bryce, catching him off guard and taking him down with a clothesline. Bryce jumps back to his feet only to be taken right back down with a second clothesline. Bryce jumps up a third time, and Slade grabs him, whipping him into the ropes. Bryce hits the ropes, grabbing the top one and holding himself up as Slade lifts his boot in the air only to hit nothing but air. Bryce then hits a spinning wheel kick knocking Slade back. Bryce then sweeps the leg taking Slade down to the mat and then follows it up with a quick snap leg drop only to have Slade move out of the way and Bryce hit nothing but the mat.

Both men get back to their feet. Both men tie up but the larger Slade takes a quick control and sends Bryce flying toward the turnbuckle and charges behind him. Bryce gets near the turnbuckle and nimbly runs up the ropes and then flips over a charging Slade, landing on his feet but then buckling on his knee, going to the mat. Bryce quickly tries to get up, only to hit the mat again.

Carl Franks: This could be bad, ladies and gentlemen. One of Zakk Bryce’s advantages here is his speed, and if he’s hobbled by that knee at all, that goes away.

Ray Quadros: If Slade doesn’t go after that knee, I’ll kick his ass personally.

Carl Franks: You’re aware he goes back and watches these things later, right, Ray?

Ray Quadros: …I am now.

Slade seeing the advantage charges at the now prone Bryce and gives him a stiff kick to the head, taking him down to the mat. Slade then grabs the leg, turning the knee as he locks on a leg lock. Bryce writhes in pain as he reaches for the ropes which are just out of grasp. The referee checks him, but Bryce shouts no at him and reaches out for the ropes.

On the outside, Gwen Ashmore starts to slap the mat, and the crowd soon joins in unison. Bryce finally reaches out grasping the ropes breaking the hold.

Ray Quadros: I’m bored. Where’s the blood?

Carl Franks: Pay no attention to my broadcast colleague, folks. You’ve got to admire Bryce’s resiliency in the face of these insurmountable odds.

Ray Quadros: Whatever. Slade should have this won by now.

Slade on his feet, Bryce uses the ropes to himself up, standing mostly on one leg. He hobbles over to Slade, but before he can do anything Slade hits a chop block, taking Bryce down hard with the same bad knee. Slade then rolls out of the ring, glances over at Gwen with distaste, then grabs Bryce, dragging him over near the turnbuckle. From outside the ring he slams the knee of Bryce into the ring post. Bryce reaches for his leg, but Slade again grabs it, slamming it hard into the ring post again.

Slade stalks around and climbs back into the ring. As he approaches Bryce, Bryce crawls toward him on his knees and then reaches up and starts to hit jabs to the stomach of Slade, knocking him back slightly, but then Slade lazily lifts his boot and kicks Bryce in the face, buckling him backward. Slade then bounces the ropes and comes back with a running stomp on the backside of the back of the knee.

Slade taunts Bryce a moment, then the crowd, before turning back to him. Bending over, he pulls Bryce up by his hair, helping him support his weight from the knee. Bryce tries to kick, but his leg won’t support his weight as Slade lifts him, then slams him back down with a knee breaker. Bryce stumbles backward into the ropes, and then hits the mat

Slade starts to gloat, walking around the ring enduring the boos of the crowd as he lets Bryce pull himself up with the support of the ropes. Then he turns to Bryce and kicks him in the gut, then lifts him, setting him up for the Last Ride. Bryce slides over the back of Slade, reversing the move into a pinning combination. The referee drops to count.

…1 …2 …3!!!

Carl Franks: ZAKK BRYCE HAS DONE THE SEEMINGLY IMPOSSIBLE!

Ray Quadros: Oh, is Slade going to be PISSED about this…

Bryce somehow manages to win the match. Bryce quickly rolls out of the ring, grabbing Gwen Ashmore for support as “The Hurt” plays. Limping hardcore on his right knee, Gwen helps Bryce make his way to the back. Meanwhile, back in the ring, Slade is livid, slamming about the ring, obscenities coming out of his mouth as he eyes up Bryce, knowing he had the match in the bag before the miracle win.

[Neil]

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REGULAR RULES
Chase Martelle vs. Aiden Miles
Written by:

Chase Martelle defeats Aiden Miles.

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#1 CONTENDER TO THE LH CHAMPIONSHIP
- Testing the Limit Match -
Nighthawk vs. Vendetta
Written by: Okori

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 scheduled for the best 2-out-of-3 falls with each fall having a 60-minute time limit and is for the #1 contendership to the PWA World Light Heavyweight Title.”

("Cold" by Crossfade hits; which sends the crowd into a booing frenzy. The curtain brushes aside and Vendetta makes his way onto the top of the stage. He hesitates for a moment, looking amongst the crowd with an arrogant smile on his face, before proceeding towards the ring. He rolls into the ring and backs into a neutral corning; all the while smiling as the crowd continues to show them how they feel.)

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

Freddy Ferdinand: “Introducing first, in the corner to my left, he comes to us tonight from Seattle, Washington and weighed in at 218 pounds. Wearing Black and red, he is a former PWA Primetime Champion. Please welcome (Freddy Ferdinand stops his ring introductions as Vendetta instructs him to say something, and punctuates the demand with a blow to the chest.) the new ‘Best in the World’…. Vendetta!”

(As Vendetta poses for the crowd, blowing mock kisses to an increasingly infuriated fanbase, he is responded to not with the streamers that he must have expected but instead with lusty boos more in line with the arrival of a war criminal, and even a few perfectly thrown rolls of toilet paper which causes Vendetta to smile and beckon more refuse to be thrown into the ring.)

Freddy Ferdinand: “And his opponent, standing in the corner to my right, comes to us tonight from the fighting city of Chicago, Illinois and weighed in tonight at 185 pounds. Wearing his traditional royal blue trimmed with white and silver he is a 3-time PWA World Heavyweight Champion and a 4-time PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion please welcome…. ‘The Master of 1000 Holds’…. ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk!”

(As Nighthawk steps out of his corner, removing his ring jacket and handing it to his seconds the Reggae Boys who have joined him at ringside, the crowd responds to the arrival of the decorated champion with multiple bucketfuls of blue, white, and silver streamers and raucous chants of both “Best in the world” and “Nighthawk’s Gonna Kill you”.)

Carl Franks: “After weeks of brawling, insults, and hatred, the match that we wanted to see is finally here. The only question is this: Can Nighthawk keep that anger under control? Because if he can, you have to figure that he’s going to show Vendetta what the next level looks like.”

Ray Quadros: “I think actually, Carl, that anger is what Vendetta has been hoping would happen. Nighthawk has been renowned throughout the world for his calmness and patience. If you can provoke him into making a mistake, though, you are ahead of the game. And that is what I think Vendetta has wanted to do all week.”

(As Nighthawk steps into the center of the ring, anger fighting a battle with focus on his face, referee Mickey Vann goes over to both men and informs them in no uncertain terms that he expects a sporting contest out of the both of them. Shrugging that request off with a cocky smirk on his face Vendetta removes his ring jacket and throws it to one of the attendants as both men are checked by Mickey Vann for contraband or hidden weapons. Satisfied that no one is hiding anything he rings the bell to signal the 1st fall as Nighthawk and Vendetta stand in the center of the ring, neither man seeming to notice any other person in the arena. Continuing to stare at each other for several more long seconds the crowd’s buzzing slowly ebbs as they continue to stare at each other, naked hatred evident on both of their faces. Finally, though it is Vendetta who makes the first move, insultingly poking his finger into the chest of the “Wrestling Machine” as an arrogant smirk begins to cross his face. Grabbing the finger Nighthawk spins through into a knucklelock and pops off a knucklelock armdrag out of that and then quickly chains that through into a backspin armdrag referred to in Mexico as La Jarocha, floating through that armdrag to get the Jorge Rivera Special which gets a long 2-count. Checking with the referee who quickly ensures that it was in fact a 2-count Vendetta then fumes to the point he cannot stand it and pastes Nighthawk with a hard forearm smash, wobbling the former World Light Heavyweight Champion who quickly returns fire with a European uppercut. Locking up finally, both men push and jockey for position against the other before finally breaking free of the collar-and-elbow tie-up as they stare angrily at the other.)

Carl Franks: “You had to know that there was going to be a good bit of this. These 2 men pride themselves on their wrestling skills, and so neither man could have expected getting anything easily if they got anything at all.”

Ray Quadros: “But, and I say this with no disrespect to Vendetta, Nighthawk has so much more of an arsenal from which to work. You saw early on that he went to his lucha roots, with those pair of armdrags and then the Jorge Rivera Special. If he can mix up everything that he knows and keep Vendetta off-guard he’s got to be considered to have the advantage in a match like this, a match that he largely perfected.”

(As Nighthawk and Vendetta step back into center ring, both men again staring at each other, they again go back to the collar-and-elbow tie-up and again can’t find anything that even remotely feels like an advantage, neither man able to get to a place where they have any sort of control. Finally breaking the collar-and-elbow tie-up after a few more seconds spent trying to find an opening both men stand center-ring with their hands on their hips, each man looking frustrated at the way in which the other has been able to blunt any attempt that they might have made to get something going for themselves. Circling around each other, both men trying to find openings, they go back to the collar-and-elbow tie-up before Vendetta gets the very 1st advantage of the match, albeit with a well-timed & equally well-hidden pull of the hair, to guide Nighthawk into a side headlock which he takes over. Cranking on the headlock as the referee moves over to take a look to see if Nighthawk wants to give it up Vendetta now takes a long and almost exaggerated yawn as he looks out towards the crowd, seemingly believing that there is absolutely nothing that the former World Light Heavyweight Champion is going to be able to do in order to provide him with any kind of a threat. But as Vendetta continues to crank the headlock Nighthawk is beneath him slowly loosening the grip on it with his hands until he pops out of it, quickly applying a tight jujigatame and forcing Vendetta to scramble to his ropes forcing the break giving the “Master of 1000 Holds” time to loosen out the muscles in his neck.)

Carl Franks: “What we’re seeing here early on is a chess match. Not what we expected to see between two men who hate each other with the passion that Nighthawk and Vendetta hate each other. But now that I think about it, it kind of makes sense. This entire dispute was focused on who was the better man, and the better wrestler. I doubt very much if either man would feel satisfied if this devolved into a brawl.”

Ray Quadros: “I agree, Carl. And let me add something else. You’ll notice just how much force they are putting on every hold they’ve applied. When Vendetta put on that headlock he really was cranking on it, and the same thing with that jujigatame Nighthawk had on. That’s where the hatred is coming out. Not in fists and blows, but in just how hard they’re putting each other in every single hold in the book.”

(As Vendetta slowly rises to his feet, shaking out his left arm with a look of frustration on his face, he again goes back to the collar-and-elbow tie-up and again finds himself jockeying for position to get a hold but can’t find anything as both men counter and rebuff the other’s attempts to get offense started. Again finding themselves close to the ropes Nighthawk continues to try and find a hold for himself until the referee comes over. As soon as he does the Chicago native finally finds the latch he was looking for and gets a hanging jujigatame, letting go at the referee’s count of 4 and dropping to the floor where he lands on his feet. Sliding back underneath the bottom rope, his face a stoic mask of emotion as Vendetta again shakes out his left arm as the seconds pass by in the 1st fall, both men again walk back to the center of the ring as both men are now trying to feel the other out. Finally stepping back to the center of the ring Nighthawk raises his left arm above his head for a knucklelock which Vendetta accepts without a second’s thought, his usual cocky smirk still on his face. And, perhaps for the first time so far in the 1st fall, that smirk proves to be well-founded as the Seattle native uses his longer limbs to step through the knucklelock and lock in a cross-hook cravate as he bends the neck of the “Wrestling Machine” at a very ugly angle. Shaking his hands no when Mickey Vann comes over to check to see if he wants to surrender the 1st fall Nighthawk reaches down onto the mat in order to find where he is in relation to the ropes and then begins to work on the process of escaping the hold he currently finds himself in. continuing to shake his fingers no, even calmly saying “No Sir, Mr. Official” when the referee again comes to look at him to see if he wants to submit, the former PWA World Heavyweight Champion slowly begins to bridge out of the cravate, the crowd clapping in time almost as a form of encouragement. But as soon as the “Master of 1000 Holds” does that Vendetta simply uses another well-hidden yank of the trunks to guide him back into another cravate.)

Carl Franks: “This is the one thing Vendetta can do that Nighthawk doesn’t have the aptitude to pull off, or quite frankly the desire. It’s not the cravate that he’s having a problem with. It’s that Vendetta is willing, and happily willing at that, to cheat where Nighthawk just won’t want to.”

Ray Quadros: “And to think that Nighthawk has achieved as much as he has while steadfastly following that code of honor is really impressive. But you have to wonder: Will Vendetta’s antics get under Nighthawk’s skin to the point that he’s going to force him to make a mental error?”

(Again bridging out of the cravate this time Nighthawk waits for Vendetta to try and pull his trunks or his hair, quickly pouncing on the opening and getting the Alligator Clutch to take the very 1st fall as the sold-out crowd erupts.)
Freddy Ferdinand: “The Winner of the 1st fall… ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk!”

Carl Franks: “We talked about it, Ray. Nighthawk’s biggest advantage was going to be his slickness and world-renowned reputation as a counter wrestler. There are very few things he hasn’t seen and even less that he hasn’t prepared for. If Vendetta wants to recover from this, he has to do something Nighthawk wouldn’t expect.”

Ray Quadros: “That 1st fall right there, Carl, is Nighthawk using a perfectly set-up counter. He noticed Vendetta using a tendency to get himself out of trouble, and then capitalized on it. Brilliant wrestling from the ‘Wrestling Machine’.”

(As Mickey Vann rings the bell to start the 2nd fall Vendetta sits down Indian-style on the mat, frustration and anger evident in his face. Finally pulling himself up to his feet Vendetta walks right up to Nighthawk and slaps him hard across the face, thumbing him in the eye before the Chicago native can respond and taking him over with a side headlock as the Seattle native now looks to slow the pace down. Pantomiming a loud yawn as he clearly now thinks that he has everything under control Vendetta turns to the first row of the crowd and loudly announces that he can stay in this headlock all night, because Nighthawk’s going to be unable to stop him. but almost as soon as he does that the “Wrestling Machine” begins to pry apart the headlock by reaching inside and prying the grip loose so that he can come back up to his feet and hit a quick armdrag right through into a Fujiwara armbar. Cranking back on the Fujiwara armbar, bridging backwards until the heels of his boots almost come off of the canvas, the former World Light Heavyweight Champion remains stoic when Vendetta is able to find and grab the ropes with his right hand. But almost immediately Nighthawk pounces, grabbing the left hand and locking in a lifting wristlock known as the Jim Breaks Special. Screaming out no loudly Vendetta tries to figure out how to best escape the Jim Breaks Special that he now finds himself in, finally getting himself into a position where he can take Nighthawk over into a cross-legged victory roll that gets a long 2-count. Getting up both men go for standing dropkicks at exactly the same time, both men now stretching out their wrists and hands as the “Master of 1000 Holds” tries to plumb the depths of his considerable arsenal to figure out where next he should go.)

Carl Franks: “If we were judging this match on points, you’d have to figure Nighthawk has things well in hand. He’s been able to slowly weaken the left arm which you know he wants to do to set up for the Hangman’s Clutch, and he’s up 1 fall to none because of the way he got the Alligator Clutch out of a Vendetta mistake. But honestly, this match could go either way. It just feels up for grabs, and that’s WITH Nighthawk up 1 fall to zero.”

Ray Quadros: “I think, Carl, that’s a function of the strategy Nighthawk took into this match which is only a slight deviation from the one that he takes into all matches of this type. He wants to drag Vendetta into deep water, and then drown him there. It’s a style that requires a lot of patience and a lot of experience, something Nighthawk has in spades.”

(finally getting backl to his feet Nighthawk decides to up the tempo by going for another backspin armdrag which he gets, the force of it sending Vendetta to the floor. Figuring that now is as good a time as any to up the tempo Nighthawk tries to follow him out with a corkscrew plancha to the floor but is forced to land on his feet as Vendetta moves just inches to the left. But as he turns around Vendetta tries an Asai moonsault to the floor but Nighthawk moves, forcing Vendetta to land on HIS feet. But finally as Nighthawk tries a running somersault senton from off of the ring apron Vendetta moves and the Chicago native bangs the back of his head on the ring mat. smirking as if he now has things right where he wants them Vendetta drags a limp Nighthawk back into the ring and covers him and gets along 2-count as somehow the “Wrestling Machine” is able to force a kickout, albeit a weak one as he quite clearly is showing the ill effects of landing on his head. Waiting until Nighthawk staggers up to his feet Vendetta hits him with a Blue Thunder Bomb which gets another long 2-count as Nighthawk refuses to surrender the 2nd fall. Running his right thumb across his throat Vendetta places Nighthawk on the top rope and brings him down with the Sonic Boom and covers, getting the three-count to tie things up at 1 fall a piece.)

Freddy Ferdinand: “The winner of the 2nd fall, tying this match up at 1 fall a piece, Vendetta!”

Carl Franks: “This is what Vendetta envisioned might happen. It took him a little bit longer to get it going than I figured he might have liked, but the point is that he got it going. The big question: Can he keep the pressure on. Because if he can, you have to favor him in the all-important 3rd and deciding fall.”

Ray Quadros: “With all due respect, Carl, I don’t know if that’s really the question. We’ve seen how much punishment Nighthawk can take. And knowing just how important being the Best in the World is to him, you have to wonder what it’s going to take to keep him down for good.”

(as Mickey Vann rings the bell to start the 3rd fall we see Nighthawk slowly staggering up to his feet, his legs still rubbery from the Sonic Boom that he took just a moment ago. But as he tries to step forward Vendetta is there to greet him with a boot to the stomach and then a Tiger Bomb, which only gets a 2-count. Walking to the ring apron Vendetta then springboards in with an elbowdrop right to the face, following that up with a wrist-grip facelock known in Japan as the Just Facelock. As he locks in the Just Facelock, trying to get the Chicago native to quit right now and surrender the match altogether, the crowd in Dallas begins to rally behind the “Wrestling Machine” chanting “Let’s go Nighthawk” until the chant repeats throughout Cowboys Stadium, giving Nighthawk the strength to somehow pry the facelock free and land a quick forearm to give himself an opening to try and respond. But before he can do anything Vendetta hits a snap northern lights suplex and follows that up with a running senton splash. Waiting for the former World Light Heavyweight Champion to get up to his feet Vendetta then blisters him with a trio of reverse knife-edge chops to the chest followed by a short-arm uranage suplex. Getting frustrated Vendetta then walks to the ring apron and springboards in with a dropkick to the upper back, sending the former World Heavyweight Champion careening chest-first into the nearest turnbuckles leaving him open for a cross-arm bridging German suplex that gets a long 2-count. Getting frustrated Vendetta again goes to the outside looking for a springboard dropkick. But as he sets up the “Master of 1000 Holds” somehow finds the strength to land a beautiful leaping yakuza kick that lands right underneath the jaw, sending Vendetta to the floor where he crashes face-first into the guardrail.)

(shaking his head in exhaustion Nighthawk then hits a turning reverse quebrada moonsault to the floor, rolling Vendetta back in the ring as he does so. Quickly ascending to the top rope Nighthawk now comes off with a corkscrew plancha into another armdrag, following that up with a running Yakuza kick into the corner and then elevating Vendetta for a Hama-Chan cutter. But as Nighthawk goes for the Hama-Chan cutter off the top Vendetta hits a blatant low blow that is unseen by Mickey Vann, allowing the Seattle native the opening to hit an avalanche Vendetta Special while putting his own feet on the ropes. Covering Vendetta exults as if he has won a national championship when Mickey Vann signals the 3-count.)

Freddy Ferdinand: “The winner of this match is…. Vendetta.”

As soon as the referee calls for the bell the lights in the arena go out. Everything in the arena seems at peace until the words that have haunted Nighthawk for over a week start playing again.

Abashed the Devil stood,
And felt how awful goodness is, and saw
Virtue in her shape how lovely

Silence feels the arena again, and the darkness remains. A light murmur can be heard though out the crowd until a familiar voice starts going through the speakers.

Voice: Tristan I promised you that your final gift would come tonight, but before I give it you I want you to be at peace. The devil is not haunting you Tristan. You have no need to fear him today. No don’t fear him. Just fear THE ANGEL!!!

The lights come back up in the arena and to everyone’ s surprise Jason Sandman stands in a PWA ring with his trademark chair in hand. Sandman doesn’t bother waiting for Nighthawk to turn around instead Jason just uses the end of the chair to take out Nighthawk’s knee. Nighthawk falls to the ground, and Jason Sandman immediately grabs the leg of Nighthawk and pulls the much lighter man into the air by said leg. Sandman then hooks the leg around his neck and steps down on Nighthawk’s long hair as a way of stretching Nighthawk’s leg out.

Jason cranks down on Nighthawk’s knee for a bit before finally freeing Nighthawk’s hair, but keeps Nighthawk’s knee still locked around his neck. Sandman walks towards the corner and finally drops Nighthawk down on his head. Jason picks up his chair and undoes a few strands of barbwire. Jason opens the chair and places Nighthawk’s leg in the opening. After that Jason uses the loosened barbwire to tie Nighthawk’s knee to the chair. Jason then climbs to the top ropes and stands with his back to the downed Nighthawk. With a leap that many had forgotten Jason Sandman can do, Sandman slams his feet down on Nighthawk’s knee with Ring The Fucking Bell.

Jason pulls his microphone out his pocket before bends down so he can get right in Nighthawk’s face.

Jason: This is your final gift Tristan. You have been a good soldier. Now enjoy your retirement.

[Neil]

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PRIMETIME CHAMPIONSHIP
Dexter Davis vs. Chris Card
Written by: Will

FORGET WHAT YOU KNEW
WELCOME TO THE MOTHERFUCKIN' BATTLEFIELD

FERDINAND: Introducing first, the challenger. He hails from Brooklyn, New York City and weighs in tonight at 212lbs. He is known to fans worldwide as the D-E-X, he is DEEEEEEEEXTEEEER DAAAAAAAAAAVIIIIIIS

Dexter Davis bursts through the entrance curtain and strides down towards the ringside with a purpose. Davis doesn't even acknowledge the cheers of the crowd as he is, as the name of the event says, Driven By Hate in his intention tonight. The world's largest JumboTron plays Dexter's entrance video as the crowd get all hyped up at the slaughter they hope to see. Davis steps into the ring with a purpose and stands there, staring a hole in the entrance gate, waiting for Chris Card to appear.

FRANKS: Dexter Davis is a man on a mission tonight. And that mission is to hurt Chris Card.

QUADROS: Davis is a psychopath. He's threatened to kill Chris Card on more than one occasion.

The crowd dies down as cameras show Chris Card, Natasha and Mr Murphy backstage, walking out of their dressing room. The haunting synth and siren like sounds of “Omen (Reprise)” by The Prodigy play as the threesome walk through the backstage area slowly towards the entrance, taking their sweet time as the crowd begins to boo. Card checks his Primetime Title as he psyches himself up for the match, passing members of the backstage staff as he walks through the faceless corridors that make up the backstage area. As the striking chords play, card takes a bottle of water and soaks his body, keeping himself fresh for the upcoming contest. Card lets the crowd work themselves up into a frenzy of hatred as he walks towards the entrance gate and the cameras cut back to the arena.

FRANKS: Chris Card is making Dextger Davis wait here tonight.

QUADROS: It's all in Card's psychology. He's going to make his opponent stew for a couple of minutes before the match.

IT'S AN OMEN!

FERDINAND: And his opponent. He hails from the Rosewood district of Toronto, Ontario, Canada and is the reigning and defending Primetime Champion. Accompanied to ringside by “The Gothic Goddess” Natasha and Mr Murphy, he is “TECHNICAL PERFECTION” CHRIIIIIIIIIS CAAAAAAAARD.

The familiar opening to “Omen” hits as Card and his associates step through the entrance area. Lights across the arena flash purple as Card slowly crosses his heart diagonally and begins pacing his way down to ringside, pausing to look up at the already fuming Dexter Davis. Card hands his title belt off to the ringside official and slides into the ring. And Davis jumps him before the referee has even had a chance to ring the bell! Dropping all pretence of subtlety Davis takes Card down with a rapid double leg and then hammers Card with a rapid fire sequence of closed fists. Card tries to hook his legs round into the rubber guard but the fire behind Davis' blows makes him concentrate more on covering up. Referee Morgan Tanner pulls Dex back for a second to reprimand him on the strikes and Card uses the break to slide out to the floor. Finally referee Tanner calls for the bell to be rung!

DINGDINGDING!

Davis stares down Card and backs off, allowing the canny Card to get back into the ring and regain his vertical base. Immediately Dexter charges again, raising his knee up and spiking Card in the chest, sending the Primetime champion staggering back against the ropes. Card staggers forwards, right into a beautiful looking dropkick from Davis, which takes him down to the canvas. Dex composes himself for a second and walks over Card, stomping down onto the champion's chest before hitting a standing moonsault with a tremendous snap to it. Davis is covering Card...


ONE!





TWO!




TH.. and Card kicks out.

FRANKS: Davis has come out like a man on fire here. He is diverting a ton of fury in Card's direction.

QUADROS: I think this is all part of Card's larger strategy.

FRANKS: Explain how.

QUADROS: Well... ummm... if I had the wrestling acumen of Chris Card, I wouldn't be sitting here next to YOU, Franks.

Davis lifts Card up off the mat and snaps off a quick pair of roundhouse kicks, Card being too stunned to block. Stepping in, Dexter snapmares Card over and following a quick kick to the back, Dexter charges off the ropes and lands a pinpoint dropkick into Card's face. Dexter punctuates the sequence with a quick pair of stomps and backs off to allow Card to stand, the look of sheer determination on his face showing his burning hatred for his opponent.

Quickening the pace, Davis rushes in towards Card and leaps, spinning in midair and catching Card with a somewhat improvised corkscrew kick. Card staggers forwards as Davis, from the ground, wheels round and sweeps Card's legs from under him, dropping Card to the mat. Davis hops to his feet and, with his back to Card, hits a corkscrew splash, rotating gracefully in midair and landing in a position to cover...


ONE!




TWO!




THR... and Card kicks out.

FRANKS: Dexter Davis is looking to keep this match fast paced.

QUADROS: That's because he know that if he slows down, he's going to get caught and tied up like a scout's knot.

Davis again allows Card to stand, grabbing Technical Perfection's arm and hurling him towards the ropes, snapping off a crisp dropkick to flatten the Primetime champion again. Juding the distance carefully, Davis runs towards the ropes himself, springboarding off into a leg drop and getting huge elevation in the process. Card stands, slowly and groggily as Davis kips up and grasps Card immediately, slinging the larger man's body weight over with a beautiful deep armdrag. Card rolls back to his feet and Davis closes and throws Card over effortlessly with a second armdrag. Staggering to his feet, Card is in no position to avoid Davis' next move and the high flyer makes it a trifecta, Card again being sent down to the mat. Davis stands, takes a quick breath and flips himself over backwards with a beautiful standing Shooting Star Press. Referee Tanner drops to count...



ONE!





TWO!





THRE... and Card kicks out again.

FRANKS: Dexter Davis showing off his aerial artistry there. He's such a joy to watch in the ring.

QUADROS: Needless flips. I'd prefer a solid technical wrestler any day.

FRANKS: A solid technical wrestler like Card?

QUADROS: Exactly.

All fired up and hunting for blood, Davis looks down at Card after standing and beckons Card to stand again. Davis fires off a quick pair of kicks, each one ricocheting off Card's ribcage with a loud snap. Davis grabs Card's arm and hurls him towards the corner, watching Card rebound off the turnbuckles and stagger backwards into the ring. Lining his charge up, Davis rushes to that same corner, springboards off the ropes on either side and rebounds back with a sublime looking Triangle Enzuigiri. Davis climbs to the top rope and twirls his fingers, singalling for something sppectacular to the crowd. Mr Murphy has other ideas, stepping up onto the ring apron and Dexter has to crouch and swat down at the gigantic Goth, forcing Murphy to hop back down off the apron. The crowd rises to cheer Davis as he leaps off the ring apron, rotating a full 630 degrees as he lands back first... right across the knees of Card, the distraction having given him time to recover a little. Davis rolls away, clutching his back.

QUADROS: What a mistake! That's left a huge opening for Card to capitalise on.

FRANKS: Only because of the interference!

QUADROS: I believe that Card would have got his knees up either way.

Slowly standing, Card bursts out that familiar smile of his, the smile that annoys his opponents and drives his nemeses into a fury. Dexter barely gets up to his knees before the first of Card's lethal arsenal of kicks comes in, a roundhouse kick right to the side of Davis' skull. Reaching in quicklyl, Card grabs for a side headlock and drags Dex to his feet, throwing a couple of vicious Muay Thai knees for good measure. Card cranks hard on the neck for a couple of seconds before rolling head over onto Card's shoulder and snapping off a neckbreaker. Card runs the ropes and uses the momentum to add a little extra height as he leaps into the air and drives his knees injto the centre of Dexter's chest. Card covers...


ONE!





TWO!







THR... NO! The crowd cheers Dexter's kickout wildly.

QUADROS: And now we get to see the master at work.

Card lifts Davis off the mat and lashes his chest with a chop that echoes around the arena. A mix of “WOOO!” and “BOOO!” can be heard as Card follows with a second. Flawlessly mixing his martial arts and professional wrestling, Card lands a couple of stiff kicks and a quick Inverted Atomic Drop, leaving Dexter grabbing his crotch in pain. Card waits for Dexter to stagger forward a couple of steps before grasping an arm across Dexter's throat and hitting a rapid Reverse STO. On the mat now, Card floats around, locking up Davis' shoulder with his legs and cranking back on the neck.

FRANKS: If Card can control the match from the mat, he has a much greater chance of winning.

QUADROS: Turning the inevitable into the certain.

Reaching forwards towards the ropes, Dexter Davis grasps and clutches the bottom rope, forcing Card to break the hold, waiting of course for the maximum amount of time in the five count before breaking. Card stands and laughs towards the crowd as he soaks up their hatred. As Dexter Davis gets back to a vertical base, Card strikes like a viper, leading with a left leg roundhouse, following up with the right leg and then a quick pair of chops again, leaving huge welts across Davis' muscular chest. Card then snaps off a dropkick of rare beauty indeed, sending Davis reeling.

QUADROS: The best dropkick in the business!

Card rolls forward, ending up behind the groggy Davis and wraps his arms into a back waistlock. Card turns a little, aiming his next move with immense precision before launching Davis into the turnbuckles with a German Suplex. Card closes in, firing a knee strike, chop, kick, chop, MASSIVE enzuigiri combination. Davis struggles to gain a little composure, swinging a blow at Card who weaves out of the way. Card ducks a second swing slightly to his left and counters by wrapping his hand around Davis' throat. Card leads Davis into the centre of the ring and steps his leg behind Davis', sweeping him down to the mat!

QUADROS: SPACE TORNADO CARD!

ONE!





TWO!




THR... and Davis kicks out!

QUADROS: That was close.

FRANKS: And Dexter Davis is showing a lot of heart kicking out of that.

QUADROS: Heart doesn't win matches. Brains do.

Card stands and gives the referee an askew glance at the count. He looks down at Dexter Davis and smiles to himself. Card waits for Davis to sit up as he slowly crosses his heart. Locking Dexter in a hammerlock while the younger athlete is still seated. Card pulls Dexter up, hammerlock still applied and loudly declares for the crowd, “ALPHA!” Card bends Dexter backwards a little and applies an inverted facelock. The smile on Card's face is clear for all the crowd to see and boo. With a deliberate snap, Card snaps Dexter backwards and drops him the the mat and locks his legs around Dex's waist.

FRANKS: CARDIAC ARREST APLHA! CHRIS CARD CLUTCH! Card is looking to win this match by tapout with the C3!

QUADROS: Dexter Davis is in severe trouble now. That C3 is an enormously difficult hold to escape!

Struggling to escape, Dexter Davis squirms within the hold as Card wrenches on his neck, keeping the Dragon Sleeper part of the hold firmly applied. The referee checks on Davis' condition as Card maintains the pressure and the crowd audibly gasps as the JumboTron shows his face with all the life draining slowly away from it. Card grits his teeth in concentration, stgretching and straining on Dexter Davis' throat, knowing he's just three taps on the mat of Davis' free arm from victory. Card looks over at the referee, indicating with his head that it might be worth asking Davis' if he's going to tap.

Any reply is inaudible but Davis doesn't seem close to saying anything. Morgan Tanner slowly lifts Dexter's free arm up, and the crowd gasps again as it drops limpy to the mat. The crowd begins a slow chant, building up of “DEEEX-TEEEEER,” but Davis doesn't seem to respond as he gets his arm raised again by Morgan Tanner.

FRANKS: This could be it. If Dexter Davis' arm drops again, Chris Card wins by submission.

QUADROS: For all his fire and passion, the cold, calculating technical style of Chris Card has won the day again.

The arm hangs in the air for a second as Morgan Tanner releases it, and slumps a little, wavering on the point of dropping to the mat. The crowd sighs, almost in resignation as Dexter Davis' faltering consciousness nearly deserts him. Nearly. But not quite. The arm wavers for a longer time in the air as Card wrenches back one last time. And suddenly, prompting an explosion from the crowd, Davis' arm juts straight up! The roar is nearly deafening as Davis reaches around and lands a couple of desperate blows to the side of Card's face, making him release the hold a little! Davis bucks his body and SLIDES FREE!

FRANKS: DAVIS ESCAPES! Card just couldn't quite finish him off there! Davis is free!

Davis slowly regains his vertical base, and Card is ready and waiting for him, standing himself and powering a roundhouse kick into Davis' ribs. Davis wobbles but doesn't move. Card tries with a roundhouse with his other leg, and again Davis sucks it up, clenching his fists and snarling! The crowd chants “DEXTER DAVIS!” as Card lashes in a third kick to the ribs. Card spins around and attempts to connect with a rolling heel kick to Davis' temple, but Davis ducks! Card uses his momentum to turn again, this time lashing out with a knockout quality backfist, but AGAIN Davis ducks! And Davis EXPLODES with a flurry of his own!

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SPINNING SLAP! Card is reeling and rocking from Davis' sudden burst of offense! Roundhouse Enzuirigi! Card ducks forward, his composure shaken by the ferocity of Davis' relentless attack! Davis quickly runs the ropes and SMASHES Card in the face with a flying knee!

FRANKS: THE BUSIAKU KNEE! I don’t know where Dexter Davis is getting this energy from! But his heart, his desire are showing through.

Davis looks down at Chris Card, laying on the mat and drags him roughly to a vertical base. After throwing a couple of stiff looking kicks to make sure the reigning Primetime Champion is still unsteady on his feet. Davis ducks low and drives a shoulder into the chest of Chris Card, letting Card's body slump over into Davis' fireman's carry. Davis breathes in deeply and drops down into a somersault kick into the falling Card's head!

FRANKS: GO 2 PELE! COVER HIM!


ONE!




TWO!




THRE.... NO! Card kicks out at the very last fraction of a second! Davis stands and crosses his throat with a finger, signalling that this is death for Chris Card. Davis backs off and allows Card to stand, struggling and groggy from the Go 2 Pele kick. Davis charges and in one smooth motion hooks into the crucifix pin position, slides round and turns the move into a piledriver!

FRANKS: THAT'S IT! MKD!

Davis covers again...


ONE!




TWO!







THREE!





FOUR?

The crowd stands in expectation of the pin cover, but referee Tanner is busy being distracted by Natasha, who has hopped up onto the ring apron to take the referee's vision away from the pin cover. Card is out cold as Dexter Davis makes the crowd cheer like their wives just gave god damn birth by moving to the top rope! Davis looks down at Chris Card, preparing to hit Freya's Wish and end Chris Card's reign as champion for good... AND MR MURPHY PULLS DOWN ON ONE OF DAVIS' LEGS, CROTCHING HIM ON THE TOP ROPE. Natasha steps into the ring, with the referee protesting at her interference as Card slowly raises himself onto his kness. With his evil smile returning to his face, Card nods at Natasha as she stomps her foot on the mat. Mr Murphy positions Dexter's crotch in front of the turnbuckle pad as Morgan Tanner signals for the ring bell and for the match to be thrown out.

DINGDINGDING!

Lining her shot up perfectly, Natasha fires out with her leg, SUPERKICKING DEXTER DAVIS IN THE CROTCH!

QUADROS: THE STERILIZER! Man that move makes me wince.

FRANKS: With this Pay Per View being upgraded to a TV Mature rating I can finally speak my mind on this. This is bullshit, Ray. This is fucking bullshit and I'm not afraid to admit it. Chris Card knew he had lost and now his associates are beating down on Dexter Davis.

Mr Murphy hops down off the ring apron as with a little help from the recovered Card and Natasha, Dexter Davis is worked down into a seated position in front of the ropes. Mr Murphy reaches into the deep pockets of his trenchcoat and pulls out a pair of handcuffs as the crowd boos their Texan hearts out. Natasha gracefully slides out of the ring and retrieves her handcuffs from her husband and as Mr Murphy pulls Davis' arms back, Natasha handcuffs him to the ringpost.

FERDINAND: Your winner of this match, by disqualification, DEEEEEEEXTEEER DAAA...

Card snatches the microphone away from Freddy Ferdinand and with heavy breath and slow deliberate words, he puffs and pants out...

CARD: And now.... we.... have... some... fun....

Grabbing a chair, Natasha slides back into the ring and holds the cold hard steel across Dexter Davis' face. Card lines up and runs in, hitting a hesitation dropkick on the chair and sending it crashing into Davis' facial features. Mr Murphy joins the pair in the ring and at a rapid yet still lumbering gait, smashes the chair again with a running knee. Natasha pulls the chair away to reveal the stead stream of crimson flowing down Dexter Davis' face.

CARD: You wanted... blood? You.... got.... blood....

The fearsome threesome all take their shot at the handcuffed Davis, boot after boot being stamped down into Davis' body. Card stops to pose for the crowd as Natasha drives the soul of her boot hard into Davis' ribs.

FRANKS: This is insane! Somebody has to come and stop this! Dexter Davis is defenseless.

QUADROS: And who's going to save Dexter Davis now?

Who indeed? The answer comes in a flurry from the back as Freya Davis sprints out from backstage, mic in hand.

FREYA: STOP! STOP THIS! THIS IS MADNESS!

Card turns to stare down Freya as she climbs into the ring and calls off the troops.

CARD: Freya.... we have... Davis... at a disadvantage... and you want.. us to... stop?

Card is still breathing heavily, but he stands there and contemplates Freya's plea for mercy. Freya places her hands together and nods at Card as Natasha and Mr Murphy back away from the corner, Natasha holding the chair she brought in to help the attack on Dex.

CARD: Well... you're right. We should stop this attack. I think we've done enough damage to Dexter Davis tonight.

CLAAAANG! AND NATASHA SMASHES FREYA KANE DAVIS ROUND THE BACK OF HER HEAD WITH THE CHAIR!

CARD: Of course.... we didn't say anything... about you.

Deliberately laying the chair down on the mat, Natasha kicks the stunned Freya in the sternum and lifts her up effortlessly into the powerslam position. Sitting out, Natasha delivers the VAMPIRE'S KISS ONTO THE CHAIR!

CARD: I don't hit women... Dexter... But your wife... interfering in one of my matches...

Natasha picks the limp body of Freya up and effortlessly slams her down with the RIP.

CARD: She put herself... in the sights... of someone who does....

Finally Natasha drags Freya up for a final blow, by the throat, her long black fingernails clasped tight, goozling the poor wife of Dexter Davis...

CARD: She left her destiny...

Natasha lifts Freya up, holding her tight and choking the life out of her, positioning her above the chair...

CARD: In the Hand of Fate.

AND NATASHA POWERS FREYA DOWN ONTO THE CHAIR, SITTING OUT TO ENHANCE THE POWER OF THE CHOKESLAM! FREYA IS OUT! Dexter Davis screams “NO!” as he has to watch, powerless as Natasha viciously leaves Freya lying. Officials rush out from the back to set Davis free as Card, Natasha and Mr Murphy retreat towards the back, stopping on the ramp to pose one more time for the braying Texas crowd, calls of hatred, boos and jeers ringing out. Card's evil smile is delivered one more time towards the ring as the three back away, leaving behind them a scene of total devastation.

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UNSANCTIONED MATCH
Tony Field vs. Ashton Crowley
Written by: Donnie

JJ Adams: Here we are, back live in St. Louis for the second and final match of the night here.

Johnson McConnell: That’s right, and this should be a good one. It’s the hometown guy, Tony Field, versus his former tag team partner and friend, Ashton Crowley.

JJ Adams: Friends is a bit of an understatement. Crowley was at one point married to Field’s sister and is the godfather of his children. Not to mention was at one point a mentor of sorts for Crowley when he first broke into this business about a decade ago.

Johnson McConnell: Either way, JJ, this match is going to be a barn burner.

The scene cuts to the sold out Grounds, located in St. Louis. The fans are loud with anticipation as they’ve been watching the live feed of Driven by Hate on the big screen.
Suddenly the lights go out and the fans go mad.

“In Ashes They Shall Reap” by Hatebreed is heard over the PA.

BORN TO BLEED

FIGHTING TO SUCCEED

BUILT TO ENDURE

WHAT THIS WORLD THROWS AT ME

A spotlight on the entrance ramp begins to pulse to the beat of the kick drum as the words repeat.

BORN TO BLEED

FIGHTING TO SUCCEED

BUILT TO ENDURE

WHAT THIS WORLD THROWS AT ME

An explosion goes off on the entrance ramp and sparks fly from the soundstage and fall from the rafters as Ashton Crowley walks slowly out onto the entrance ramp while the crowd showers him with boos. Making no acknowledgment of the crowd whatsoever, Crowley slowly walks down the entrance ramp, rage slowly bubbling through his stoic appearance.

He reaches the ring and slides in underneath the ropes, sliding to the middle of the ring before hopping up and turning towards the entrance. He strips off his t-shirt with a stylized “AC” on the front and “Packing Ambulances since 2001” on the back and tosses it over the ring ropes to the floor below. He paces the ring as the crowd boos him, stretching on the ropes before crouching down in a corner, waiting for his opponent.
The lights dim all over the arena. An audio clip plays over the public announce system, as the voice of David Della Rocco is heard.

"There's two kinds of people in this world, when you boil it all down. You got your Talkers and your Doers. Most people are just Talkers, all they got is talk. But when its all said and done... it's the Doers who change this world, and when they do that, they change us. And that's why we never forget them. So which one are you? Do you just talk about it? Or do you stand up and do something about it? Because believe you me, all the rest of it is just coffee house bullshit. "

Then the lights go completely out in the arena for a few seconds. Then the big screen cuts to a countdown.

The Game Changes in
...5 ...4 ...3 ...2 ...1
.....The Saviour....

All goes silent for a moment. A guitar riff opens up for a few moments, then the words “Yeah, GO” are screamed as “Under and Over It” by Five Finger Death Punch starts to play simultaneously a loud boom goes off as pyro explode at the entrance of the ramp as green and golden lights tint the entire arena. As the pyro clears, Tony Field is seen standing at the top of the ramp with a smirk on his face as the fans reign down their boos and "Die Tony Die" chants break out.

Suddenly the lights go out again, interrupting Field’s entrance. Tubular bells are heard again, then the screen flashes words across it.

“The time is soon…”

Then the lights come back on and Field’s music starts to play just as if it were never interrupted. Field, with a puzzled look on his face, shrugs his shoulders uncomfortably trying to play it off and makes his way to the ring.

As Tony makes his way to the ring, looking to the fans in disgust as he struts down to the ring with a certain swagger. When he reaches the apron he climbs on to it, grabs the top rope and springboards into the ring. Field walks over to the far turnbuckle, jumps to the top, and just stands there, with his classic smirk on his face before jumping down and leaning against the turnbuckle.
Crowley the smiles across the ring, with a mic in hand.
Crowley: Oh yeah, I gotta choose the ref, so here is…
Crowley motions toward the entrance and out steps PWA fill-in referee Eddie Dean, walking down to the ring still bruised from the beating he took a few weeks prior at the hands of Field and Terminus. Field wears an angry look as Crowley looks genuinely happy.

JJ Adams: This is bad news for Field. Just a few weeks ago Field and Terminus destroyed Eddie Dean after feeling slighted in a match.

Johnson McConnell: It’s genius is what it is. Crowley is taking a play out of Field’s playbook trying to stack the deck in his favor. I like it.

JJ Adams: It should make for an interesting, if not unfair match. But hey, what goes around comes around, right?

Eddie Dean climbs in the ring, looks to both Field and Crowley, and then calls for the bell. Field comes rushing out of the ring first, barreling at Crowley with a clothesline. Crowley ducks underneath as Field hits the ring ropes and rebounds back. Crowley goes for a standing clothesline of his own, but Field manages to duck underneath it, stops in his tracks, and grabs Crowley from behind, trying to take him to the mat with a reverse DDT. Crowley, with a wide base, blocks the movie, spins, hooks Field, and tries to go for a suplex. Field slides over Crowley, lands on his feet behind him, and then goes for a spinning wheel kick. Crowley dodges the kick as Field hits the mat and quickly gets up, backing away from Crowley.

JJ Adams: What a display of attempts and counters. If this is what we are in store for, this could be a great match up.

Johnson McConnell: It’s because these two know each other so well. They’ve been up down the road together for so long that they know one another that well. It comes with the territory.

The two competitors back off for a moment, eyeing one another up after a stalemate. They both circle one another and then finally meet center ring again, this time with a tie up. Crowley, the larger of the two, pushes Field into corner. Crowley goes for the knee to the gut but Field slips past him and somehow ends up with a rear wristlock. Field torques the wrist, but then Crowley comes up with a standing switch, locking on a wristlock of his own. Field shakes his arm, trying to loosen the grip. When he gets nothing he tries to direct them toward the corner, then runs up the turnbuckle, flipping himself behind Crowley. Field then hooks Crowley and goes for a Russian leg sweep, only to have Crowley hit him with an elbow to the face stopping the move as Field backs away again.

JJ Adams: Early on we are at a stalemate. Looks like Field is getting frustrated.

Johnson McConnell: Looks that way, he’s rolling out of the ring to get his thoughts together. You can tell he’s a former student of Derek Daughtery, that was something he did all the time.

JJ Adams: Nice name drop.

Johnson McConnell: What can I say, Derek was my Ashton Crowley. He and I tagged up for years.

Field rolls out of the ring for a moment, eyeing up his opponent, trying to come up with another approach. Referee Eddie Dean starts to count.
…1 …2 …3

JJ Adams: Look at this, what’s Crowley doing???

Crowley gives Dean a knowing look, who stops his count. Crowley then rolls out of the ring and goes for Field. Field runs around the corner from him, rolling into the ring. Crowley follows him into the ring only to take a boot to the back of the head knocking him down to the mat. Crowley tries to get up again, but catches another boot to the back of the head. Field then steps back a second, giving Crowley the chance to get up. Just as he does Field gives him a kick to the gut doubling him over and then takes him to the mat with a DDT. Field drops for the cover, but before Eddie Dean can even count, Crowley presses him off of him.

JJ Adams: Smart move by Field, but Crowley still kicks out quickly. The part that irks me though, is Dean stopping the count out at the behest of Crowley.

Johnson McConnell: It’s a strategy. As a strategy it works. Smart play by Crowley, he wants the match to go the duration.

JJ Adams: I get that, but Dean doing his bidding?

Johnson McConnell: If you took a beating like what Dean did at the hands of Field, you may very well do the same.

JJ Adams: Ehhh…two wrongs don’t make a right…

Johnson McConnell: No, but it sure as hell makes you feel better about yourself.


Both men back on their feet eye each other up. Crowley moves first, feigning with a right hand, putting Field on the defensive, then he kicks him in the shin just before grabbing his arm. Crowley pulls Field in toward him and drives his shoulder into his midsection then whips him into the mat. Field hits the ropes and bounces back and Crowley goes for a bicycle kick, but Field slides around him and hits a club to the back of the neck. Crowley stumbles forward and turns as Field is about to hit a forearm. Crowley catches the forearm with his, and sends Field to the mat with a hip toss.

JJ Adams: Another reversal. What a display early on from these two. You have to wonder what its going to take for one of these two men to get an arm up.

Johnson McConnell: I don’t know, but the poor saps in Dallas are missing a helluva match here. It was smart of Field to blackout the event in the Dallas arena. It makes it feel a bit more special.

Crowley follows up the hip toss with a falling elbow on Field, driving it into Field’s chest. Crowley goes to drop another elbow, but Field rolls out of the way as Crowley hits nothing but the canvas of the mat.

Both men pop back up to their feet and circle each other once again, the capacity

[Neil]

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PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
Dade Davis © vs. Zex ©
Written by: Neil

Zex defeats Dade Davis to retain the PWA World Heavyweight Championship.