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VIOLATION 132
Sunday, July 31st, 2011
Consol Energy Center in Pittsburgh, PA

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REGULAR RULES
Dexter Davis vs. Doc
Written by: Donnie

Franks: And we are about to get underway with our next match. Dexter Davis has looked good thus far, but there seems to be a buzz about his opponent.

Quadros: That's right. Doc looked really good in his debut. I expect big things out of Doc here. Speaking of..here he comes.

As the fans wait in anticipation, "House of Pain" hits over the PA and the crowd rise to their feet, awaiting the arrival of Doc. The lights then turn to darkness, and soon two bright blue strobe lighting bolts shine on the top of the ramp. They cross over in a huge "X" shape, like the St. Andrews flag of Scotland, and as Doc walks out and stands under the "X", the lights turn back on and the chorus of boos begin. A spotlight shines on the PWA superstar as he jogs on the spot, as the lyrics of "House of Pain" begin to hit.

Doc then begins to walk down the ramp and continues down to the ring. As he reaches it he slides in, laughing at some of the abuse being shouted at him before getting a few last minute stretches in for his match.

Franks: Listen to these fans, they don't quite like Doc, do they.

Quadros: They never do like the truly talented.

Franks: No, the fans just don't like the bad guy. Instead, they like stand up guys like our next contestant.

The excited start of "What's Golden" starts to play through the arena's P.A. system as out comes Dexter Davis. He looks thrilled at the reception he's getting from the crowd this evening. Dexter starts to walk to the ring slapping as many hands as he can with a giant smile on his face. Once he gets to the ring he slides in before hopping up to his feet and jumping to the top. Dex yells out loudly with smile still on his face. He leaps off, landing on his feet before backing into the corner.

Just as he leaps off he's met with a stiff forearm to the back of the neck from Doc, wasting no time in getting the match underway. He then hits another and another before hitting a knee clip to take Dexter Davis to the mat.

Franks: Doc wastes no time in getting this one started with a cheap shot on Davis.

Quadros: Cheap shot? It's called smart wrestling. Wrestle with your head and you can't go wrong.

Before Dexter can react, Doc grabs his leg and starts to slam it knee first into the mat, over and over before finally wrapping it around the bottom rope, sliding out the ring and wrenching it. At this, referee Sasha Brown starts the count, threatening to disqualify Doc before he finally breaks the hold.

Franks: Looks like Doc has a game plan early, take out the leg of the high flyer and ground him. Sound philosophy.

Quadros: Definitely a good strategy. I think I really like this Doc.

Doc slides back under the bottom rope as Dexter Davis tries to get up, already favoring his knee. Before he can get fully up Doc once again clips the knee, taking Davis back down. Then, grabbing him and pulling him up, he lifts him from behind, then drops his knee against his, buckling the knee of Dexter Davis as Davis hits the mat.

Franks: More work over on the knee. Davis looks to be in pain early on in the match.

Quadros: He should just give up anyway, Doc has him outmatched.

Franks: Davis will be in this, you watch. Dexter's a hell of a competitor.

Not wasting a moment, Doc drops on Davis and locks on a leg lock, pulling hard on the bad knee. As referee Sasha Brown checks on Davis, Doc reaches up grabbing the bottom rope, pulling for leverage, causing Davis to scream in more pain. Sasha then turns to Doc, who lets go the ropes in a hurry. Brown just shrugs her shoulders and goes back Davis, checking to see if he taps out.

Franks: That's cheap, cheating like that. He deserves to be disqualified for that.

Quadros: It's not cheating unless you get caught, isn't that what they say?

Franks: Cheating is cheating, it doesn't matter, it's still dishonest.

Quadros: Dishonest wins matches, that's all that matters.

Doc reaches for the ropes again, pulling hard, getting extra leverage. Sasha Brown turns again as Davis seems to scream in extra pain and catches Doc just before he breaks the hold. Brown scolds him, ordering the hold be broken, starting her count to disqualify Doc yet again, but Doc breaks the count just in time, jumping to his feet and arguing with the referee.

Quadros: I'd argue, too. How dare she break that hold, he was about to win that match.

Franks: He was about to get disqualified is what he was about to do.

With Doc focused on the referee, Davis pulls himself to his feet and limps behind Doc, rolling him up from behind. Sasha Brown drops to count.

Franks: We have a pin attempt....

...1...2 ..Doc kicks out!

Doc pulls himself back to his feet in a rush, only to be met with a spinning wheel kick, sending him right back to the mat. Doc once again scurries to his feet, only to be met with yet another spinning wheel kick, sending him to the mat. This time, however, Dexter hits a standing moonsault into a pinning combination. The referee counts

Franks: Nice move, and then pin...

...1...2 ..kick out!

Franks: Doc kicks out just in time.

Quadros: It'll take more than that to beat Doc, I promise you that.

Davis gets back to his feet quickly, standing perched, waiting on Doc. Once Doc is on his feet he grabs the head and sends Doc back to the mat with a tornado DDT. Not wanting to give Doc any recovery time he goes to the top rope. He motions to the crowd, then takes to the air with a shooting star press into a pinning combination. Sasha Brown counts again.

Franks: A PERFECT shooting star press into a pin. That was beautiful. And the pin...

...1...2 ..kickout!

Quadros: Not beautiful enough apparently, Doc kicked out.

Davis pulls himself back up, runs to the back rope, rebounds back, but then he knee buckles as he hits the mat hard. Dexter holds his knee, trying to get up as Doc slowly pulls himself up using the ropes. Both men, getting to their feet at approximately the same time, meet center ring. It's Doc who strikes first, hitting a closed fist on Davis. Davis stumbles back, then hits a closed fist of his own, stumbling Doc back. Doc hits a closed fist, then Davis. Then Doc, then Davis. Dexter then follows it up with another fist, and then another, and then another. Finally he backs Doc up into the corner and mounts him. He motions to the crowd, and then starts to throw punches as the crowd counts them off.

Franks: Look at this, he has the crowd in the palm of his hand, loving every minute of it.

Quadros: I know, I hate it.

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He stops to motion to the crowd, building up the anticipation, then goes to hit the 10th and final punch, then Doc grabs Doc by the waist, steps forward, and slams him down with a hard powerbomb as Dexter bounces off the mat.

Quadros: Playing to the crowd cost him. That's why you don't worry about the fans.

Franks: The fans pay their salary. Doc just had some good perseverance there and a good awareness.

Moving slowly, Doc steps grabs the leg of Dexter and locks on a single legged Boston Crab, once again working over the same knee from earlier in the match.

Franks: There he goes, back to the knee again.

Quadros: If it works, why stop is what I always say.

Franks: You never say that.

Quadros: I just did.

Dexter scurries for the ropes while Doc pulls and torques on the knee. Dexter fights, trying to reach for the ropes. Outside the ring, Freya Davis slaps the mat shouting at Dexter, trying to give him that extra edge. The fans start to clap with her. Finally Dexter reach out and grabs at the ropes, breaking the hold.

Franks: Never doubt the power of the crowd getting fully behind you.

Quadros: It was luck, that's all it was.

Doc lets go, but then grabs the top rope and places his full weight on the back of the knee, pulling on the rope for extra leverage for a few moments, before breaking the hold and pulling Dexter back to his feet. Then he sends him flying across the ring with a German suplex. Dexter grabs the ropes, trying to pull himself back up, but as he does, Doc once again clips the back of the knee. Doc goes for his first pin attempt and Sasha counts.

Quadros: Great German Suplex. Hopefully this is it.

...1...2 ..kickout!

Franks: DAVIS KICKS OUT!

Doc gets back to his feet, as does Dexter. Dexter hits an enzigui out of nowhere, staggering Doc back. Then he runs, favoring one leg, jumps, and hits a head scissors taking Doc down. Dexter then goes to the top rope and motions to the crowd, who goes crazy. Doc gets to his feet, Dexter takes the air flying. But then out of nowhere, with Dexter in midair, Doc nails a superkick...Genocide Kick...dropping Dexter Davis violently to the mat. Doc drops to pin, the referee drops to count.

Quadros: WHAT A MOVE!!! Doc just hit Genocide Kick on Davis while he was mid air. I've never seen anything like it.

Franks: That was impressive. And the pin....

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Quadros: And this one is over, DOC WINS! DOC WINS!

Doc wins. “House of Pain” starts to play as Doc stands there, looking over his beaten opponent as Freya Davis slides under the rope to check on Dexter.

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A GAME OF LIFE
Written by: Donnie

We cut to the busty tattooed blond, Jayden Skyles, the personal interviewer of Tony Field. She stands with a black backdrop behind her with the PWA logo smeared across it. Standing next to her is the much hated, but usually entertaining Tony Field with a look of pure satisfaction mixed with cockiness masked across his face.

Jayden Skyles: I'm Jayden Skyles, and I'm here with “The Saviour” of PWA, “The Game Changer”, and the franchise wrestler of PWA, Tony Field.

Jayden nods over to Tony who smiles back at her.

Jayden Skyles: Now last week Tony, you face off against Terminus and Evan Andrews in a tag team match with Frankie Bones as your partner, and suffered an undeserved loss in that match. After the match however, you attacked Evan and Terminus brutally and hit Field Envy on to Glen Watts, through a steel chair. Do you feel like explaining your thought process for these actions?

Tony smirks.

Tony Field: It's quite simple, Jayden. The match was secondary. I mean honestly, with such a referee as we had, I knew I wasn't going to get a fair shake of a match, but does it really matter. You see, there is much much more to wrestling than just wins and losses. Wrestling is like the game of life. It's not about the individual battle, it's about the overall picture. The overall picture says it doesn't matter whether I beat Glen and Evan or not. The overall picture says that it's just one move of many in this little chess game that Evan and I have been playing for over a year now. I mean really, who comes out the winner? Is it the man that was lucky enough to pin Frankie Bones, a man who's not at trained a wrestler, to the mat, or is the winner the guy who's able to walk out of the ring on his accord? Evan and Glen were far from the winners last week, I'm okay with a loss in a meaningless tag team match. This isn't about beating Glen in the ring, this is about destroying the man behind the mask and putting on a feud with a man I hate and loathe that will put asses in the seats. I mean really? Did you see the quarterlies for last week? Our tag team match stole the show and ratings show it. We're all the buzz. And the fans don't tune in to see who wins, Field and Bones or Watts and Andrews. They tune in to see what I, Tony Field, will do next. I'm on the tip of everyone's tongue because no one ever knows what I will do next. So you wanted and explanation, there's your explanation.

Jayden smiles at Tony, almost in a very flirtatious and seductive way before she moves on to her next question.

Jayden Skyles: So why issue the challenge for Point of No Return?

Tony Field: Simple. Point of No Return is the biggest event of the year for PWA. Last year we set records for Pay Per View buy rates and we sold the place out with Tony Field vs Terminus as the headliner in an Extreme Ring match. Hell, that match was so good it won match of the year honors. So why not go it again? Headline Point of No Return, in back to back years, in a non-title match. You want legacy, now that's legacy. You want a savior for PWA, there's no better way to save PWA. But unlike last year, I'll walk out of Point of No Return the victor.

Jayden Skyles: But how can you possibly top what you did last year? I mean after all, last years match at Point of No Return was perhaps the greatest match in the history of PWA and maybe even your career.

Tony Field: Simple Jayden, we book it right. Maybe we go with Extreme Ring again, maybe we go a Three in a Row match, maybe we go something totally different. Either way, it'll all become apparent tonight when we sign the contract and make it official. But mark my words, no matter what, Point of No Return will go down in history as the single greatest moment in PWA...well, outside of the signing of Tony Field.

Jayden Skyles: And I'm sure it will...

Jayden looks directly into the camera.

Jayden Skyles: This has been Jayden Skyles backstage at Violation. And remember, he's not only our savior, he's yours, too.

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PAN-AM REBEL ALLIANCE
Written by: John

*Violation 132 opens up as Pat Green's "I Like Texas" begins to play, heralding the arrival of author John Gillmen, who is wearing a retro Pittsburgh Pirates jersey, but this time he's not walking alone. Out from the back in a stunning gold outfit steps former PWA Senior Official Sasha Brown, who gets a really nice reception from the CONSOL Energy Center crowd. The pair shares a quick hug before making their way down to the ring.*

CARL FRANKS: Well fans, to say no one ever expected THESE two to pair up together would be a gross understatement.

RAY QUADROS: Yeah, yeah...sure, it's all Network propaganda.

*John and Sasha step into the ring and wave to the crowd; the music suddenly cuts off instead of fading out like usual, but this is because the CONSOL Energy Center is barely a year old and still has some "new sports arena" glitches that might be addressed in the future.*

JOHN GILLMEN: What's up Pittsburgh?

*The fans begin to cheer as John and Sasha continue to soak it all in.*

JOHN: Ya know, I must apologize for the "not-so-neutral" approach that I'm going to take tonight, because when you normally see me on camera, I have always strived to remain impartial despite what some people might think.

*The former PWA referee nods her head in total agreement; after all, she also called matches fair and square despite what her detractors might have said in the past.*

JOHN: Over the past few weeks, however, I've had to bear witness to several unforgivable and sickening sights: SST beatdowns, people boasting about how they're gonna be PWA's "Savior," and overall good guys being forced to compete despite suffering a concussion--an injury that is actually being closely looked at more closely in several different sports. I might have given him props in the past, but Donail Swiggette and his Merry Men--and Woman--have done NOTHING but plunder this company's finances in the name of their own personal gain.

*The crowd boos the Swiggette Regime as John hands his mike off to Sasha.*

SASHA BROWN: Several weeks ago, I was the Senior Official of PWA, but now I find myself out of a job because of that BITCH Wren Chesney and her lover Donail. Thanks to those two now running the place, I don't know if I'm gonna be able to keep my apartment up in D.C., and to top things off, a crooked referee by the name of Pierre French gets my old spot, and I swear to God that I'm gonna make him go totally blind one of these days. I'm getting tired of the corruption and lies that have been spread throughout this company, and it's gonna stop--right now.

*The fans go wild for Sasha's comment as she passes the stick back to he friend John.*

JOHN: You see where we're gettin' at here? Sasha and I have had it with the shenanigans that Donail and Company have pulled on all of us, and so we decided to do something about it. Last week, Sasha and I had the idea to talk to several people from the Network about how we can add a little flavor to our bland ratings, and after talking with Kurt and Logan, they recommended that we call the people that we think would be most suitable to help lead our little cabal. Guess who we called?

*All of a sudden, TobyMac's "ShowStopper" begins to play as a bruised up--yet resilient--Jack Gaither walks on stage with his wife Hiroko in tow, but like last time, these two are not alone. Standing proudly behind Jack and Hiroko is the bald and stocky Mugs Hammerfist, who sports a black leather jacket and denim blue jeans; the crowd goes nuts as all three proudly stroll down to the ring with shit eating grins on their faces.*

RAY: I KNEW IT! It was Jack Gaither who planned this all along!

CARL: Something is different about this Ray.

RAY: Well, if it's "different," then I wanna know what's goin' on here?!

*Indeed, something IS completely different about this scenario than before, because unlike in the past--when this group of five would normally not speak to each other except at the annual Awards Show--Jack Gaither and Company are bonding together as one unit and speaking to each other openly. Jack exchanges hugs with John Gillmen and Sasha Brown before the Portland native hands the mike over to "The Golden Eagle."*

JACK GAITHER: Who would've ever thought that all of us--me, Sasha, Mugs, Hiroko, and John--would stand shoulder to shoulder in the same ring together?! No one did, but it happened anyway! (crowd cheers) This past Wednesday, we all got together over a lunch that consisted of pizza and Dr. Peppers, and we talked about how we could bond together as a cohesive group. We shared several things in common that day, and the first of which is very simple: we were all considered to be "misfits" by our own doubters at some point in our lives. No one ever thought that John Gillmen would amount to anything in his life because he's blind in one eye, but guess what? John DID amount to something when he beat Wren Chesney AND Tony Field's bald-headed boy Frankie Bones in two successive matches. (fans go wild again) No one ever thought that Sasha Brown would succeed in this industry because of her gender, but she called several of PWA's greatest matches including that "Butch Match" from way back in 2008--at "Redemption II." (another cheer from the crowd) No one wanted to think that Mugs Hammerfist had a prayer of finding a good job after being dishonorably discharged from the Marines for a crime he DIDN'T commit, but he did--for once upon a time, Mugs was PWA's Head of Security

*The crowd applauds as Jack remembers the many accomplishments that his own friends achieved in the past few years.*

JACK: Then you have me--I'm the "ultimate misfit" of the bunch. As Slade eloquently put it while being interview by our very own John Gillmen, two years ago the running joke was that "Jack would change his story more than people would change the channel." You see, Slade is right on all fronts: two years ago, I was too stupid to realize that I needed help to overcome my own addiction to alcohol and painkillers. I was too damn ignorant to realize that I needed to learn from my own mistakes and not hide them from everyone. I wanted to put a gun to my head and pull the trigger so that I can die in chaos, but it took Hiroko's guidance for me to realize just how close I was from committing the ultimate act of cowardice. Two years later, Hiroko and I are happily married, and I finally did what I said I was gonna do when I originally signed with PWA in '08--I became the World Heavyweight Champion.

*The audience stands and applauds for their man as Jack tries to wipe a tear from his left eye.*

JACK: However, there are still certain people who think of me as nothing but a joke, and I'm gonna name a few names here--Donail Swiggette, Wren Chesney, Jack Swanson, Jake Keeton, Dade Davis, Ryan Shane, and Tony "effing" Field. Those people see me as nothing more than their own personal bitch for them to play with, but you know something dudes, that crap is gonna stop right now! Whether you like it or not, the misfits are taking over the asylum, and when this is all set in stone, all will be right in the Premiere Wrestling Alliance. (crowd cheers) Thanks to our Network friends, we now have the tools at our disposal to bring the ratings up to astronomical levels, and that's something that Wren Chesney and Donail Swiggette will NEVER hope to be able to do. You're lookin' at the opposite of PWA's "Evil Empire" of Donail and Wren--the Pan-American Rebel Alliance--and just in case nobody wants to believe us, then later tonight, we've got some MORE surprises in store for those who like to lie, cheat, or otherwise act like jackasses. With that said: The Rebellion...

(crowd rises in anticipation)

...begins NOW!

*The crowd goes bonkers as "ShowStopper" plays again, and the five founding members of the new Pan-American Rebel Alliance stand shoulder to shoulder, proud of the fact that they no longer see themselves as jokes or misfits but rather people with something to prove in their lives.*

CARL: Oh my God! Wren Chesney and Donail Swiggette have a HUGE mess on their hands!

RAY: I've got a baaaaaaad feeling about this...

CARL: The Rebellion has begun, and...GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! What kind of surprise will this new Alliance have in store for PWA later tonight!?!

*We cut to the obligatory commercials featuring promos from Free Credit Report, Quizno's Subs, and Nissan.*

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PRIMETIME CHAMPIONSHIP
Cross Recoba vs. Vendetta ©
Written by: Nathan

Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the PWA Primetime championship. Introducing first, hailing from Cicero, Illinois and weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds. He is "The Man Worth a Thousand Bullets" Crrrooossssss Rrreecccooobbbaaa!

"Gimmie Shelter" hits and Cross Recoba makes his way from the back. He heads towards the ring and slides under the bottom rope.

Ferdinand: And introducing his opponent, hailing from Seattle, Washington and weighing in at two hundred and twenty-nine pounds. He is the reigning and defending PWA Primetime champion; he is Vvveennnndddetttttttaaaa!

"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.

The bell rings. They immediately lock-up in the center of the ring, with Recoba quickly gaining the advantage. He has Vendetta locked into a side-headlock, but Vendetta manages to push Recoba forward. Cross hits the ropes and ducks under a Clothesline attempt from Vendetta. Recoba stops, turns around, and grabs the Primetime champion from behind. He lifts up and launches him overhead with a Release German Suplex. Recoba immediately jumps to his feet, and Vendetta follows to his a bit more slowly, as Recoba runs up and nails Vendetta with a Spinning Heel Kick. Recoba is back up in a hurry, hits the ropes, and returns with a quick snap Elbow drop. He hooks the leg: 1...............2...KICK OUT! Recoba hooks the leg a second time: 1...............2..KICK OUT! And a third time: 1...........KICK OUT! Cross jumps to his feet, pulling Vendetta to a vertical base as well, and tosses his opponent into the corner. Recoba runs in with a quick Clothesline in the corner, which stuns Vendetta and sends him stumbling forward. Cross catches Vendetta with a huge Superkick! He drops down for yet another pin attempt: 1..............2.......KICK OUT!

Franks: And yet another close pinfall attempt for Cross Recoba! He's looking very focused out here tonight and is giving Vendetta a battle right now.

Quadros: He's going to be the next PWA Primetime champ!

Cross is looking really focused as he jumps up to his feet once more. He hits the ropes and comes back looking for a Legdrop, but Vendetta rolls out of the way! Cross hits nothing but the mat as Vendetta hops to his feet. Cross is in a seated position and the current Primetime champion quickly catches him with a stiff kick to the jaw, which sends Cross onto his back. Vendetta drops to a knee and rests against the ropes as he tries to regain his composure. It takes him a few seconds, but the Seattle native gets to his feet, but Cross does as well. Both men meet in the center of the ring and exchange some right hands. Vendetta manages to block one and gains the upperhand. He rocks Cross with a few rights and lefts before nailing him with a quick kick to the midsection. Recoba doubles over and Vendetta hits the ropes. He comes back with a huge Spinning Neckbreaker. He jumps to his feet once more, hits the ropes, and returns with a nice Senton. He hooks the leg: 1............2....KICK OUT! Vendetta wastes absolutely no time as he climbs upright and hits the ropes a third time. He returns, jumps up, and drops the point of his knee directly on Recoba's forehead! He goes for the pin once more: 1.................2...........KICK OUT!

Franks: Oh, I thought that was it! Vendetta is now firmly in control of this match.

Quadros: What's happening? This is horse manure!

Vendetta is up and picks his opponent up as well. He sends Cross into the ropes and looks for a Clothesline, but Recoba ducks under it and continues into the opposite ropes. He comes back and nearly decapitates Vendetta with a Clothesline of his own. Both men are down, before Recoba manages to get to his feet, as does his opponent. Recoba immediately grabs his opponent and sends him into the ropes. Cross looks to hit a Big Boot on his returning opponent, but Vendetta manages to duck beneath the kick. He stops, turns around, and grabs Cross from behind with a Rear Naked Choke!

Franks: Vendetta has the "Last Grasp" locked in! Cross needs to find a way to get out of his hold!

Quadros: Come on!

Vendetta falls to the mat, bringing Cross down with him, and continues to keep that hold locked in! Cross is trying frantically to free himself, but he's not having much success. The referee is right in his face, asking him if he wants to give up, but Recoba is trying to fight it. Cross gives it everything he has, but there's no other choice except for him to tap out as the referee immediately signals for the bell! Vendetta releases the hold and climbs to his feet as the referee hands him his championship.

Ferdinand: The winner of this match, via submission, and still PWA Primetime champion -- Vveeennnnddeetttaaa!!

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JOHN KILLMEN!
Written by: ???

Franks: Oh...No...We have some breaking backstage news...Lets get our camera’s back there and see what’s going on.

The Swiggette-Tron flickers on where you see at least twelve PWA staff members and EMT’s huddling around a fallen man in the parking lot, the camera zooms in and all you can see is cold-dead still legs laying completely dormant. The EMT’s crouch down as you notice some of them have blood on their gloves and white medical shirts.

Quadros: What’s going on? Who is it?

Franks: I’m not sure Ray, but it looks serious.

Here one of the EMT’s radios for immediate medical assistance just as the camera man moves around to show just exactly WHO has been attacked and laid out back stage...JOHN GILLMEN lies motionless on the floor, his forehead busted wide open and a large puncture mark in the side of his neck of which is spilling with blood.

Franks: That’s John Gillmen, he’s been attacked!

Quadros: Ha, ha, ha, ha that stupid son of a bitch.

The camera crew turn away from the scene and to a trail of blood which leads from within the building, thus indicating that he was dragged and beaten from inside all the way to the parking lot, where you see two baseball bats and two black balaclavas slumped down by the entrance to the building.

Franks: From what we can see here, Gillmen was attacked by two masked assailants who beat him down with baseball bats and then used some form of sharp object to puncture his neck.

Quadros: While I find this funny, I just want to say I hope things work out ok and that the men responsible make sure they get a hepatitis test ASAP!

Franks: You have NO heart, NO HEART AT ALL!

Quadros: I may not have any heart but at least I haven’t had the blood drained from my neck.

Frank: Drained...Wait a minute...WHO IN PWA WOULD DRAIN BLOOD???

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REGULAR RULES
Michael O'Neil vs. Zex ©
Written by: Sam

Ferdinand: the next match is scheduled for a 40 minute time limit and is scheduled for one fall...FIRST...Weighing in at 230 Lbs and hailing from Toronto, Canada...HE IS THE ARTIST...ZEX!!!!

The Arena turns black except for the Titan-Tron of which flickers with static; the words “PLEASE STAND BY” flash on the screen followed by a countdown 5...4...3...2...1...0! The static is replaced by a splash of black paint as “Stinkfist” By Tool kicks in over the PA system. Purple spotlights hit the stage to reveal “The Artist” Zex; standing with his arms outstretched in an open handed Christ like pose. Strobe light flash in the darkness Zex slowly lowers his arms as white fireworks shoot up either side of him. Zex followed by the spotlights deliberately walks slowly to the ring in an apathetic way with a huge sneer on his face as if he is looking down his nose at the fans. He rolls inside the ring and heads to the corner where he sits down awaiting his opponent.

Ferdinand: And his opponent...weighing in at 227 lbs from... Sapporo, Japan!!! He is Michael O’Neil!!!

"Welcome to the Family" by Avenged Sevenfold kicks in over the speakers as O’Neil makes his way down to the ring as the fans cheer him on, he slides inside the ring ands paces around ready for battle.

Franks: O’Neil looks ready to get it on.

Quadros: Get what on? His dance moves!?

O’Neil and Zex circle eachother as referee French watches from the corner as if he is keeping an eye on Zex for Donail Swiggette. O’Neil rushes in for a collar and Elbow tie-up; he pushes into “The Artist” and delivers a swift knee to the ribs thus gaining the advantage.

Franks: Quick knee there by O’Neil.

Quadros: State the obvious!

O’Neil pushes Zex to the ropes and hits another knee followed by a quick head-lock, he reaches back wrenching Zex’s neck, “The Artist” hits an elbow to the ribs followed by another where he POWERS O’Neil up in the air and dunks him groin first on the top-rope, he turns and runs away from O’Neil bouncing off the opposing ropes and flies back with a drop kick knocking O’Neil off the top-rope and two the outside.

Quadros: That’s why Zex is back in with the Swiggette clan; he is fast, crafty and knows his way around the ring.

Not to let up steam Zex sling shots himself over the top rope landing on O’Neil who was trying to get back to his feet with a cross body, Zex leaps to his feet receiving a mixed reaction from the fans who chant “You Sold Out!” and “Let’s go Artist.”

Franks: A mixed reaction from the crowd; but it seems to me like Zex is back within the Swiggette fold.

Quadros: Where he belongs, last week was just a bump in the tarmac.

Zex lifts O’Neil to his feet and shoulder barges him into the apron, he then gets ready to deliver a sharp Knife-Edge chop but O’Neil catches and blocks the attack with a standing up-right Arm-Bar, he then forces Zex back by his arm and sweeps his feet taking “The Artist” down to the floor where he locks in an Anaconda Vice.

Franks: What a move there by O’Neil!

Quadros: He got lucky; Zex was ALL OVER HIM for a second.

Referee French leans over the ropes and SCREAMS at O’Neil to let go of the hold or be disqualified, O’Neil releases the vice and then turns shouting back up at French; thus giving Zex enough time to hit a low blow of which causes the fans to turn completely on “The Artist” with chants of “Fuck You Artist.”

Franks: That was uncalled for!

Zex shrugs his shoulders and rolls O’Neil back inside the ring, the fans boo him loudly thus pissing him off even more, he then hops on the apron and springboards over the rope with a SPLASH down on O’Neil...Cover!

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Zex looks up at French as if to say “Count Faster!” and then locks in a quick Fujiwara Arm bar; however the hold is only locked in for a few seconds as O’Neil throws his foot on the bottom rope, Zex reacts instantly by letting go and then stands up walking away and shaking his head while Referee French shouts out “You could have held it in for five.”

Quadros: Why did Zex do that!? French is right take full advantage for the five count.

Franks: Maybe Zex is still having some second thoughts?

O’Neil pulls himself up using the ropes as Zex looks into the crowd who are showering him with hate, he shouts out “WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO!?” When O’Neil runs from behind and clobbers Zex across the back of the neck with a running forearm, he then wrenches around Zex’s waist and powers him over with a German Suplex with a bridge.

Franks: WHAT A MOVE!

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O’Neil quickly gets to his feet and delivers a swift kick to Zex’s ribs followed by a jumping Knee to the kidney area, here O’Neil takes Zex by his hair and lifts him to his feet where he whips him to the ropes; Zex bounces back and ducks a clothesline attempt; he bounces of the next set of ropes and forces back with a cross body; O’Neil catches Zex mid moves and Scoop-Slams “The Artist” down to the mat, he then runs to the ropes gaining momentum thus dropping a sharp Leg-Drop across Zex’s head...And another cover.

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Franks: O’Neil looks frustrated, he has had the upper hand for a while now and Zex just won’t quit.

Quadros: Zex WILL never quit!

O’Neil rolls back and then stands up, he takes Zex by the hair and pulls him to a vertical base, but Zex hits a HUGE elbow to the ribs, followed by a second and a very quick and crisp Hurricanranna!!!

Quadros: That’s the speed and quickness of “The Artist” Right there!

O’Neil stands a little dazed as does Zex, O’Neil runs in only to get a BIG kick to the midsection, Zex then Leaps up wrapping his legs around O’Neil’s waist while locking his neck and arms in a standing submission manoeuvre Zex calls “The Mosaic.”

Franks: Innovative move their by Zex.

Quadros: He is always innovative.

O’Neil’s face turns red as Zex keeps the hold in, trying to submit his adversary; But O’Neil has his own idea’s he manages to stand up straight thus negating the pressure, and trying to power Zex into a slam...But Zex shakes his legs and flips back keeping the arms in hold and dropping Michael O’Neil face first to the mat with the ZEX-plosion!!!

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Ferdinand: Here is your winner...”THE ARTIST!” ZEX!!!

Zex rolls back out of the pin and looks at O’Neil with nothing but fire in his eyes; it’s at this moment you see Donnie Swiggette race in from the crowd, he slides into the ring and begins to STOMP down on O’Nei, he lifts him back up and then drops O’Neil to the mat with a HUGE Jack Hammer.

Quadros: LOOK AT THE POWER OF DONNIE SWIGGETTE!

Franks: There was no need for that attack!

Donnie turns to Zex and points at the top rope saying “Hit him with The Zex appeal!” Zex shakes his head and rolls out of the ring as Donnie begins to shout some more “Let’s finish this son-bitch off!” instead Zex stands there looking into the ring you can see he is in two minds.

Quadros: Finish him off Zack!!! Finish him off!

Zex then shakes his head and turns away as the fans cheer and boo, then suddenly Zex reaches under the ring apron and takes out his patented metal briefcase, he slides it in the ring and follows closely behind.

Franks: Don’t do it Zex! You can still walk away from these guys!

Quadros: Don’t do what? What he WANTS to do?

“The Artist” opens the briefcase and takes out a syringe as Donnie lifts O’Neil up; Zex walks close and looks at O’Neil and then at Swiggette as the fans chant “O’Neil, O’Neil, O’Neil!” Zex looks down at the floor and then back up where he instantly jabs O’Neil in the neck with the Syringe and draws his blood.

Franks: NO!!! NO!!! ZEX!

Quadros: YES!!! YES!!!

Donnie Swiggette throws O’Neil to the side like a rag doll and then raises Zex’s arm to the air with a huge grin on his face...While Zex has a glazed look over his face.

[Neil]

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FOREVER MORE
Written by: Neil & Paul

As Violation comes back from commercial, Wren Chesney comes out through the entrance and stands at the top of the ramp. She looks around the crowd and then begins to speak into the microphone.

Wren: One thing in life is a fact. The people hate authority. So the louder you hate me, the more power I have and I love it!

The crowd starts to boo loudly as the CEO brims with confidence in the ring.

Wren: I hope you all enjoyed the little foolish stunt Jack Gaither and his band of idiots are trying to pull by taking me out of power. Money talks and bullshit walks. I bought this company fair and square. I can't be pushed out or told what to do no matter what crazy plan the warped mind of Gaither will come up with next. So you know what? Screw Jack Gaither. And screw all of you!

The crowd begins to boo loudly again.

Wren: But I didn't come out here to state the obvious. I'm here for something special. Something to show you all I'm not that out of tune with this company. I do know what is going on. I get the highlights read to me as I count my money. Seems we have a rather lucrative pay-per-view coming up by the name of Point of No Return 4. And I guess we started inducting people into a PWA Hall of Fame is it? Last year it was 3 unworthy people. If I remember right, one was Terminus?

The crowd breaks out into a loud cheer!

Wren: The other was Kaito?

Another cheer from the crowd.

Wren: I guess that filled our minority quota. And the other was Jake Keeton?

An even louder cheer for Keeton just to annoy Wren.

Wren: Figures we'd have a white trash wing of the Hall of Fame. So I guess I'm out here to introduce another member whether they deserve it or not...and in most cases...NOT! I'm going to get this done and over with without much more delay seeing as I'm being overwhelmed by you commoner stench. So hello mister video producer in the back? Would you please play the video of the next Hall of Fame inductee like right NOW!!

The tron lights up and words start showing up.

Former World Champion!!!!!

Former Tag Champion!!!!!

Former Lightweight Champion!!!

Forever Atlantic Champion!!!!!

NOTHING PAYS OFF FOR PUSSY MOTHER FUCKERS!!!!!

Before the video can continue Wren Chesney starts screaming to shut the video off. The screen goes black and Wren is still screaming.

Wren Chesney: That is NOT right! That is the wrong video god damn it! Whoever did that is fired! You hear me?! FIRED!

Jason: Oh but firing me is just one of those things that you have never been able to find it in your heart to do. Face it sweetheart, with everything that has happened I am someone that your life can’t be complete without.

Jason Sandman then walks out from the back and stands here just smiling and staring down Wren.

Jason: Miss me baby.

Wren Chesney: Get out of here, Sandman. This doesn't concern you. No way in Hell am I letting you ever be remembered for anything you've ever done!

Jason: You couldn’t forget me if you tried, and neither can these people. See little one there’s a reason why so many soldiers come back fucked up. They just can’t forget the tortures they bared witness too. Same goes for anyone whose ever seen me wrestle. They will never forget the blood shed, the violence, or the glory. I will never be forgotten. The question is are you smart enough to make money off of this.

Wren Chesney: Do explain how I am going to make money off of this, Sandman. I'm all ready losing money every moment you waste being out here on my television show!

Jason: Simple Cunty…..You announce right now I am going into the hall of fame. People want tickets. You charge and obscene fortune for said tickets. I rob you for said money as you go to get into your limo, and that is the story of how you made money and I stole it from…..you know what lets just go with everything but that last part. We can make that part a surprise.

Mrs. Chesney appears to be thinking this over. Would she actually let Jason Sandman into the Hall of Fame? She looks out towards the crowd.

Wren Chesney: Would you idiots actually buy tickets to go see this tub of lard be inducted into the PWA Hall of Fame?

The crowd blows up into a cheer.

Wren Chesney: You have such gullible fans, Sandman.

Jason: Then it’s decided. Pleasure doing business with you and please for the love of god shave your upper lip.

Sandman's theme music kicks back up as he exits backstage, leaving Wren Chesney stomping around the ring in a fit of anger over the disrespect.

Franks: So does that mean Jason Sandman will be inducted into the Hall of Fame at Point of No Return 4?

Quadros: Hell no! Wren and Swiggette will find a way to screw him over. He's nothing and nobody in this company. Never was. Never will be!

Wren Chesney: Just wait a moment there people!

The CEO starts to smile mischievously as Jason Sandman is gone backstage. She brings the microphone back up to her mouth with evil intentions.

Wren Chesney: Seeing as you've interrupted my announcement and taken up our precious time, you are going to pay with your blood, Sandman. I'm booking it right now! Don't even bother coming out cause it's done so no argument. Next week...Jason Sandman versus Chris Wilkins...EXTREME RULES!

Franks: Oh boy! Putting a weapon in Sandman's hands! That's crazy!

Quadros: Wilkins will make him eat the bolt cutters to the face again!

Wren Chesney: Yes. Extreme rules. As in Jason Sandman CANNOT use weapons or else he is fired! Now hit my music!

The crowd boos as “Head Like A Hole” by Nine Inch Nails begins to play while Wren Chesney exits the ring with a smile over her face.

Franks: That's just not right. The corruption continues in PWA.

Quadros: Serves him right!

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TAG TEAM MATCH
Jiraiya Kaito vs. Slade
Written by: Neil

The arena lights turn off, leaving nothing but darkness. As the crowd wonders what's going on, a loud guitar riff blares over the arena speakers causing blue lights to illuminate the stage area. The lone guitar riff is then accompanied by a rapid drum beat, along with white strobe lights keeping rhythm with the drums. The drums stop temporarily, only leaving four guitar chords and blue lights flashing in tune with them. A voice then shouts "GO!!!" which causes fire to explode center stage. "Final Destination" by Coldrain then begins to play the main part of their song over the arena speakers as Kaito is launched from underneath the stage behind the fire. When he lands, the fire disappears revealing himself to the fans in attendance. With blue and white lights flashing in tune to the music, Kaito then begins his walk down the ramp to the ring while the fans have their hands outstretched to him. Kaito then slides into the ring and immediately heads up the nearest turnbuckle, climbing up to the middle one. He looks down at the turnbuckle and mutters an incantation to himself before pounding the turnbuckle with a fist then flexes and yells at the fans. He then leaps down from the turnbuckles and runs the ropes while the arena lights go back to normal.

Franks: What an ovation for Kaito as he continues to try and bring back fear, honor, and respect to PWA under the Swiggette administration! Last week Kaito pinned Chris Wilkins after Zex left him high and dry. Then Kaito's friend Michael O'Neil destroyed Donnie Swiggette at ringside!

Quadros: O'Neil was fined heavily for that but that is only a small price he will pay for that dumb decision!

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.

Franks: Slade has been on a roll since he returned to PWA but he hit a speed bump last week in the equally as hot Chris Card.

Quadros: He lost because Card is a better, smarter, more technical, and definitely more rich than Slade will ever be in his entire existence.

Referee Morgan Tanner checks both competitors to see if they are ready before calling for the bell...DING! And away they go! Jiraiya Kaito and Slade circle around the ring, making it abundantly clear that Slade is the larger man in this one. They aim to lock up but Kaito runs through the grapple and throws some quick and early kicks to the left knee of Slade! Kick! Kick! Kick! Forearm to the face of Slade! Forearm! Forearm! Backing the big man up before grabbing him by the arm for a whip. Reversed by Slade! Kaito hits the ropes and springboards off with a clothesline that brings down Slade!

Franks: Oh man! Kaito is bringing it early!

Quadros: It may be the only hope he has of winning this.

Slade scrambles to his feet only to take a follow up dropsault to the chest, knocking him backwards into a corner. Here comes Kaito with a running leg lariat that connects! Connects with turnbuckle! Slade moved!

The opening is there for Slade to take as he starts throwing brawler bombs in the corner on Jiraiya Kaito. Fist to the stomach! Right to the head! Left to the head! Stomach shot! Flurry of right and left punches to the stomach of Kaito in the corner! Slade grabs Kaito by the shoulders and launches him halfway across the ring like a lawn dart, causing the 'Black Dragon' to bounce rear end off the canvass!

Franks: And the strength of Slade comes into play!

Jiraiya Kaito fumbles to his feet only to get bowled over by Slade's strong clothesline. Slade makes a cover but doesn't hook the leg...1!...2!...KICK OUT says Referee Morgan Tanner. Slade stays down on his opponent and starts putting the hammer to Kaito's head. Punch! Punch! Punch! He peels Jiraiya Kaito up off the mat and gives him the good old fashioned body slam. Slade heads towards the cables and bounces off with a nearly decapitating leg drop! Another cover! 1!...2!...THRE...KICK OUT!!

Franks: Some heavy hitting so far in this one, Ray. I've enjoyed it so far.

Quadros: Slade is about to knock Kaito back to Japan.

Slade grabs Kaito by the head and brings him up with a thundering vertical suplex! Holding and rolling, Slade brings him up again for another vertical suplex! Still holding. Still rolling. Slade brings Kaito up one more time for the vertical suplex. Holding him up! Holding! Holding! Holding until Kaito's face is starting to turn red! Wait! Kaito rocks back and forth to get his own momentum and sneaks through into a roll-up of Slade! Before Referee Tanner can get into position Kaito releases Slade from the roll-up and hits him with a basement dropkick to the face!

Franks: Oh!

“Kai-to! Kai-to! Kai-to!” The PWA Hall of Fame member takes his time to get to his feet, not even attempting a cover. He stalks his opponent while Slade wobbles to a knee. That's all the position Kaito needs as he unloads a buzz kick to the side of Slade's cranium! Down goes the longest reigning Premiere Champion in PWA history! Kaito swoops in for a leg hooking cover! 1!...2!...THR...KICK OUT!!

Franks: Slade showing resilience after taking one of the strongest kicks in the game to the head!

Quadros: Trinity always told me he had a hard head.

Kaito's game plan suddenly becomes evident as he double foot stomps Slade in the head. Slade rolls to the side and gives up his back, a bad idea as Kaito instantly boots him in the spine. Slade tries to scramble away from the offense of Kaito, using the ropes to get to his feet. Kaito continues to keep pressure on his opponent, locking him up in the corner with kick after kick after kick! Now a knife-edge chop to Slade! WHOOO! Chop! WHOOOO! Chop! WHOOOO! Chop! WHOOOO! Chop! WHOOOO! Again! WHOOOO! Another! WHOOO! Again! Again! Again! Yes again! One more time! WHOOOOO! Wait! Another five! WHOOOO! WHOOO! WHOOO! WHOOO! WHOOOOOOOOOO!

Franks: What a series of knife-edge chops!

Quadros: My hands are getting red from just watching it!

Kick to the stomach by Jiraiya Kaito! He grabs Slade by the head and attempts a Tornado DDT out of the corner! NO! Slade grabs hold and powers forward, hitting Kaito with a hard atomic drop! The 'Black Dragon' grabs his rear end in pain before he's left rolling around on the mat holding his spine after a follow up Slade back breaker!!

The crowd starts to boo a little bit as Slade slowly get to his feet, feeling confident. He pulls Kaito up off the mat and tosses him over the top rope and down to the floor with ease. Slade ignores Referee Tanner's call for him to stay in the ring as he attempts to keep the offense in his favor. He peels Kaito up off the floor and sends him spine first into the barricade!

Franks: Slade certainly feels right at home outside of the ring!

Shoulder to the midsection of Kaito! Shoulder! Shoulder! Come on Slade, bring it back to the ring! Kaito falls to all fours after having the wind knocked out of him. Slade powers him up with a sideways suplex that causes Kaito's spine to bounce off the side of the ring!

Quadros: That looked like it hurt.

Franks: Another obvious observation from Ray Quadros!

Slade boots Kaito in the spine against the ring. Another kick! Another stomp! Referee Morgan Tanner wants the match back in the ring. Slade has no issue with that as the damage is done. He rolls the light heavyweight Jiraiya Kaito back under the ropes and into the ring. Slade slides in and makes a cover...1!...2!...TH...KICK OUT!! Again with the ground and pound by Slade! Punch! Punch! Punch! Beat down! Some more boos kick up as Slade confidently moves around the ring, telling Kaito to get up and show how he is a Hall of Famer. He helps Kaito to his feet only to send him running back first into a corner. Slade runs with a crushing splash in mind but NO! Kaito boots him in the stomach to stop him in his tracks!

Franks: Desperation move by Kaito doubles over Slade!

Kaito hoists himself up in the corner and places his legs on Slade's shoulders and sends him flailing with a head scissors! The crowd cheers!

Quadros: Slade is about to start another streak if he keeps this up. A losing one that is.

The world is turning on Slade as he tries to get back to his feet. He throws a wild clothesline that Kaito has no issue ducking. The 'Black Dragon' sneaks around the back and executes a solid dead lift Dragon suplex that flattens Slade!

Franks: Kaito has some power for a man his size!

Slade is down and out holding his backside as Kaito runs towards the ropes. He bounces off with a rolling senton. Crunch! Cover! 1!...2!...THR...KICK OUT!! Slade tries desperately to scramble to his feet while Kaito eyes him up. Open-handed strike to Slade's head. Again! Again! Kick to the midsection. Kick to the lower back. Kick to the midsection. Kick to the middle back. Kick! Kick! Kick! Mongolian chop has the former Premiere Champion Slade reeling!

Franks: Some devastating strike from Kaito!

Kick to the midsection of Slade doubles him over...fisherman's neckbreaker! Oh boy! Slade is rolling around on the mat holding his neck while Kaito points to the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers! “Kaito! Kaito! Kaito!” He hoists himself to the top. He looks down at Slade before leaping off with a Double Stomp II to the chest! Oh! Slade gets flattened!

Franks: And Kaito doesn't go for the cover! He's headed to another corner!

Quadros: Bad move on his part. He should always go for the pinfall.

In another corner Kaito leaps to the top turnbuckle. Again he jumps off with another Double Stomp II! Right to the chest of Slade! The crowd pops as Kaito points to another turnbuckle! Here he goes again to a different corner! Hops to the top. Jumps off...again! Double Stomp II!!

Franks: Does he dare go for the fourth one?

Jiraiya Kaito points to the one last corner! The crowd pops big time now! Slade is down and out and huffing and puffing for air. Kaito walks over to the corner and hops to the top. Here we go again...BOOOOOO! Slade is getting to his feet causing the crowd to become disgruntled. Kaito doesn't look too happy as he resets himself on the top while Slade stumbles around on his feet. Kaito jumps off the top turnbuckle with a Dragon rana! He has Slade pinned down! 1!...2!...2.999998946187616!!!

Franks: Clutch kick out from Slade!!

Quadros: That was a damn close one for sure.

Kaito doesn't seem to happy and questions if Referee Tanner takes her orders from Swiggette! He brings Slade back up by the head. Kicks him in the stomach. He grabs hold for the Jiendo! No! Not so fast! Slade puts an elbow to the back of Kaito's head. Another elbow! Another to break free from what would have been a finishing legsweep DDT! Slade fights for some separation Kaito hits him with a knife-edge chop! WHOOO! Slade fights back with a jab! Chop from Kaito! WHOOO! Jab from Slade! Kaito grabs him by the arm for a whip! Reversed by Slade! Kaito bounces off the ropes and runs straight into a thudding spinebuster from Slade!!

Quadros: That's how you stop him right in his tracks!

Slade shakes off the shots he's taken as he falls back against the ropes. Now Kaito is breathing just as hard as he is! Slade regains himself as he grabs Kaito by the arm. He pulls him up into a hold. He runs with Kaito and slams his spine into the turnbuckles. Still holding him and running to another corner for another slam into the turnbuckles! Texan Stampede! He holds Kaito in the middle of the ring and executes a backbreaker across the knee! Another back breaker across the knee! Another! One more and finishing off with a driving power slam right into the canvass!! Kaito's arcs his spine in pain after all the damage done!

Franks: Oh man Kaito is playing a heavy price there!

Slade doesn't cover as he heads over to a corner. He stares down his opponent while Kaito rolls along the mat showing signs that yeah, he is not paralyzed. Referee Morgan Tanner starts counting for Kaito to get up. 1! 2! 3! 4! Kaito gets to a knee and then to his feet. He turns around and here comes Slade like a mad train coming off the rails with a BIG F'N BOOT! Kaito damn near gets flipped out of his tights!

Quadros: How's that for a kick for you lightweight!

Slade reaches down to take advantage as he pulls Kaito up. Put him in position and lifts the Hall of Famer with ease...FINAL TRIP press power bomb! Jiraiya Kaito is flattened again! Slade hooks the leg...1!...2!...THREE!! Ding! Ding! Ding!

“Big Gun” kicks back up as Slade rises to his feet, putting his arms up into the air. The crowd boos as Slade celebrates over another fallen opponent.

Franks: And Slade is back to his winning ways. I guess Donail Swiggette will be happy with this outcome.

Quadros: Give Slade a title shot! Ha ha!

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THE GREATER OF TWO EVILS
Written by: Donnie

The dressing room is full as usual. Sitting off on one end of the room is Ryan Gaines and Frankie Bones, having a private conversation of some sort. Sitting on the opposite end are Tony Field, Rochelle Robinson, and Jayden Skyles.

Jayden stands up from her seat, grabbing an empty bottle of Gatorade from the nearby table. Carrying over to the trash can she tosses it in, then reaches into the refrigerator and grabs another bottle. Slowly and sexily she walks back, across the room, opening the bottle of Gatorade and handing it to Tony before taking a seat next to him and propping her legs across his. Rochelle Robinson lets out an annoyed sigh.

Rochelle Robinson: Really? (Mumbles under her breath)...whore.

Jayden glances over at Rochelle with a look of pleasure and mischief behind her eyes. She leans over and wraps her arms around Tony, leaning in and giving him a little peck on the cheek. Tony smiles, a bit shocked, but not fighting it at all.

Jayden Skyles: It's not my fault if you've had all this time with Tony, but yet you can't seem to make a move on him. I must admit, he's a bit too much man for many.

Tony, loving it, also wants to put a stop to it.

Tony Field: Now ladies, come on, there's no reason...

Rochelle interrupts.

Rochelle Robinson: You're right, there's no reason for this. Jayden's a slut and everyone knows it. (then she turns to Jayden). And just so you know, if I really wanted Tony, you couldn't stand in my way.

Jayden goes to snap back, but before she does there's a knock at the door and then it opens before anyone can even answer the knock. Standing there in the doorway is Wren Chesney. Field glances up, making eye contact with his one time “lover”. Wren has an irritated look slapped across her face. She looks to Jayden, and then to Rochelle with a bit of disdain.

Wren Cheseny: Out, now. I need to speak with Tony.

Tony glances at them, before nodding, then one by one his entourage files out of the room, leaving him alone with Wren Chesney. Wren takes a seat across from Tony, this time keeping her distance, conscious not to make the same mistake of coming on to him that she made last time. She finally looks Tony in the eyes with contempt.

Wren Chesney: I sent you word that we had a meeting...you missed it.

Tony just smiles confidently.

Tony Field: Just because you sent me word of a meeting doesn't mean I accepted it. You're forgetting, I don't answer to you or Swiggette.

Wren Chesney: As you've made it abundantly clear the last two weeks, so let me cut to the chase. I'm here to up the offer for you to come work for me and Swiggette.

Tony laughs.

Tony Field: What could you possibly have to offer me that I don't already have?

Without missing a beat Wren answers with one word.

Wren Chesney: Glen.

Tony perks an eyebrow.

Tony Field: Alright, you wanted my attention, you got it.

Wren Chesney: Simple. You come work for us, help us to do what we want with this company, and in exchange I'll make sure Glen Watts, or Evan Andrews matter never step foot into a PWA arena again. I'll have them both fired and black balled. Then I'll put out feelers with my people and do all I can to make sure they don't land anywhere else. I'll end this little vendetta or yours and basically hand you the win in your little...'war'...as you call it.

Tony laughs, pauses a moment, looking at Wren, then laughs again.

Tony Field: You seriously thought that would work to obtain my services? To get rid of Glen? You see, Wren, that's the last thing I want at this point. Do you really think I would've went through the trouble of baiting the high and mighty Glen Watts, Terminus, into returning to PWA only to have him black balled two weeks later? This right here is the exact reason that you and Swiggette have no business running this place, you're both fools.

Wren Chesney: Fools! The last time you were here you even ran him out of his contract. I thought...

Tony Field: You thought, that's the problem. When will you learn that you don't have the brain power to think. You're inferior. Hell, for the most part you're whole gender is inferior. Let me explain it to you in a way even you can understand. Tony Field vs Glen Watts equals RATINGS..something you've lacked as of late. I want to DESTROY Glen Watts in the process, but if you rid PWA of Terminus, I have no chance of doing it. Therefore, Glen Watts stays.

Wren Chesney: And what if I force him out?

Tony chuckles.

Tony Field: Then we'll still do it anyway. You see, Glen may hate me and he wants to destroy me just as much as I want to destroy him. In that we have a common goal. So just like Gaines, Bones, and the rest of my crew, I'm sure I can reach agreement with Glen and Evan both to put them under some type of contract to me, which means they are untouchable to you. And if they are too proud to take the offer from me, then we'll just take our little song and dance elsewhere and let another federation get the headlines....

Tony pauses a moment, as if a light bulb goes off.

Tony Field: As a matter of fact, that's a good idea. I know you have some disgruntled people running around here who don't care for the Swiggette Regime. For that matter, I know we have other people around here who are always willing to be bought if the price is right. I have the money, I have MORE than enough money. Maybe I'll just start buying up contracts so you and Swiggette have no say over them. Because as we discussed previously, anyone under my employ, PWA has on definite jurisdiction over without my say.

Wren takes this as her chance to laugh.

Wren Chesney: As if anyone on this roster would want to be under contract to you.

Tony Field: I took a good chunk of your fed before didn't I? Besides, who's to say they'd even “work” for me. I'd do it just out of spite. I'd do it just take the ball out of your court. I mean think about it, an entire PWA roster, under contract to me, so your little regime has no power of them. They don't have to like me, they'd just have the satisfaction of knowing you and Swiggette held nothing over their head.

Wren Chesney: And instead, have you holding something over their head. You honestly think you are the lesser of two evils?

Tony Field: Oh no, I'm definitely the greater of two evils. But the difference is this: I don't want to run this company, not really. It's not worth my time. I'd put the power in THEIR hands, where it should be. Wrestling should be about wrestlers, not about you and Swiggette. You see, that's where I made my mistake the last time around. I was too busy trying to play the front office power game, not realizing that I was putting the focus away from where it should be. The REAL power is in the ring. Butcher at least got that much. I never thought I'd see the day I longed for him to be back.

Wren looked at Tony, half in shock, half appalled.

Wren Chesney: So that's it then, that's what you are here to do? To buy up the contracts of PWA, put them under your umbrella of protection from your contract, then what? Put Butcher back in charge? I don't believe it, not for a second. You don't have the...

Tony Field: Don't have the what? I have the money, I have the pull. I may not own PWA, I may never own PWA, but face it, you can pump all the money into it you want. Without a roster, it's nothing more than a name. So go ahead, tempt me. Play your games with me, and I'll play my games with you. Right now, I just want to do what I want to do without any more offers, without any interference. That interference extends right to Glen Watts and Evan Andrews. They don't leave PWA until I SAY they can leave PWA. They leave this business at my hands when I damn well say it's time for them to leave this business, and not before and not at yours or Swiggettes hands. As long as I get what I want and I handle my business my way, I'll turn a blind eye to what you and Swiggette do. I want no part of it. But if you even TRY to play games with me.....

Tony eyes here up.

Tony Field: It'll be the last game you play in PWA, that I promise you.

Wren Chesney: You really think you can win a war waged with me? Are you really that full of yourself.

Tony stands up and walks to the door, jerking it open.

Tony Field: I don't think, I know. And I think deep down, you know it, too. So I suggest the next time you come to a “meeting” with me, you have your criteria laid out a little better. Now if you don't mind...

Tony motions for the door.

Tony Field: ….I'm tired of the smell of whore polluting my dressing room.

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REGULAR RULES
Natasha vs. Terminus
Written by: Andrew & Donnie

Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for one fall....

~ A massive spider's web falls across the entrance gate. The rhythmic drumming of the intro to "Our Truth" by Lacuna Coil starts up as Natasha, Chris Card and Mr Murphy appear out of the entrance gate. As the heavy guitars of the main riff and the wailing of Cristina Scabbia starts, Natasha bursts through the web and begins to sashay down the entrance ramp, her husband and brother-in-law in tow. Natasha waits for Mr Murphy to part the ropes and slides into the ring, Card and then Murphy following her in. Natasha makes the spider sign by linking her thumbs while Card and Murphy stand behind her, Card crossing his heart with his thumbs, Mr Murphy grabbing his wrist and extending his restrained hand. ~

Ferdinand: Introducing first...Hailing from Point Pleasant, NJ, and weighing...As much as she wants...Accompanied by her associates, Chris Card and Mr. Murphy....This is the Gothic Goddess...This is Natasha!

~ The crowd in attendance begins to murmur as the lights grow dim...

"This place will self-destruct in...five...seconds..."

Twin bursts of white pyrotechnics go off as the main riff of "And Some You Lose" kicks in; heralding the arrival of Terminus. Glen Watts who takes a moment to stare out at the throng in attendance, and then slowly raises one index finger and draws it across his throat in that ever so familiar cut-throat gesture. After doing so, the masked man walks down to the ring, keeping his gaze focused upon the squared circle all the while; he then slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, and then takes a moment to drink in the crowd's cheers before he makes his way to his corner and crouches down with his head bowed in silent contemplation as he awaits the start of the match.~

Ferdinand: And now...her opponent....Hailing from Calgary, AB, and weighing in at 210lbs....This is Glen Watts....This is...Terminus!

~ Terminus keeps his gaze focused upon Card and Mr. Murphy as they take their place by Natasha's corner, and then stands up and directs a cool gaze toward his opponent as the latter strides forward and advises poor Morgan that it's really not wise to piss her off. Tanner shrugs and prepares to start the match, but just before she can signal for the opening bell the following words flash across the screen...~

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

Ray Quadros: Look at this!!! My favorite wrestler..of all time…is on his way out….

~ Then the opening cords of Slash's "Godfather Theme" solo start to echo throughout the arena. After a few moments Tony Field finally steps out on the ramp, with a sly smirk drawn across his face. Tony slowly makes his way toward the ringside area, and completely ignores the nonplussed stares directed toward him by Natasha and her associates; instead focusing that trademark smirk in the direction of his arch-rival as he takes a seat at the announcer's table.~

Tony Field: Hello Ray, hello Carl, how are you two doing today.

Ray Quadros: I’m doing great, sir. Thank you for asking. So glad you could join us.

Carl Franks: Yeah, we’re real thrilled to have your expertise.

Tony Field: Listen, Carl, if you’re going to take a sarcastic tone with me, then just keep your mouth shut, your play by play calling lacks anyway.


~ Terminus directs a cold gaze toward his arch-rival, but then quickly turns his attention back to Natasha just in time to avoid that Jumping High Knee that she launched in an effort to capitalize upon his distracted state! As the bell rings to officially begin the match, The Gothic Goddess lands on her feet and then lashes out at her opponent with a Spin Kick aimed at the head! No! Blocked by Glen, who catches the leg and dumps Natasha onto her back with a nice back heel trip! Terminus then grabs the legs of his opponent and laces them together into a Cross Heel Lock, and then drops down and scissors his legs around her in order to exert more pressure on a hold that's meant to draw the submission from his opponent! ~

Carl Franks: Early command by Terminus as he takes Natasha down to the mat into a submission hold

Tony Field: I would hope so, I mean to lose to a woman, it’s a disgrace.

Ray Quadros: That’s right, but we want that woman to win, don’t we, Tony.

Tony Field: Absolutely not. I’m signing off later tonight to fight Glen at Point of No Return, I can’t be seen fighting someone who was beaten by a woman. It’d cheapen my legacy. I need Terminus to win this one believe it or not.

Ray Quadros: Okay, so we are pulling for Terminus, good to know.


~ Natasha wails in pain, but shakes her head in refusal and just glares at the ref when she asks if she wants to submit. Instead, she manages to sit up and then reaches out and gouges Glen's eyes to force a break of the hold! A momentarily blinded Terminus rolls away and stumbles back to his feet; and after taking a moment to shake some feeling back into her legs, Natasha steps forward and grabs him by the hair, before pulling him into a nasty Knee Strike to the face! The masked man to reel back into the corner, and his opponent quickly follows him in with the Flying Knee that she was looking to connect with earlier! Glen stumbles forward from the impact of the blow, and his adversary quickly follows up with a stiff Elbow Strike Clothesline to the back of the head that drops him like a bad habit!

Carl Franks: Great combination by Natasha to send Terminus reeling.

Tony Field: He should be ashamed. You see, that right there, taking that kind of offense from an estrogen filled poor excuse of a wrestler, I’d never allow that to happen to me, that’s why Glen is so far beneath me.


~ Card and Mr. Murphy break out into satisfied grins as they watch Natasha bounce off the ropes and leap into a Knee drop across the back of her rival's head! The Gothic Goddess then rolls her opponent over and then applies the lateral press for the first pin fall attempt of the match: 1...T-Kick Out! Undaunted, Natasha simply climbs to her feet and levels a predatory glance toward Terminus as the latter struggles off the mat. She then steps forward and pulls him up the rest of the way by the hair, before taking him back down with a Snapmare. Natasha then claws away at her rival's eyes again, before she shoves him back down to the mat and unleashes a shrill battle cry as she rams the back of her opponent's head into the mat a few times before applying another cover: 1...Tw-Another Kick Out! ~

Tony Field: What is this? Mud wrestling? Christ, come one. Clawing at eyes, I feel like I should be watching jello wrestling in a bar, not professional wrestling in a ring. Seriously, this place went downhill when women got the right to vote.

Carl Franks: Natasha has every right to right this match, just as Terminus does. We’ve had a woman champion after all.

Tony Field: Yeah, and she was a dyke, everyone knows that. If Glen wants to win, he’ll have to bring it more than this at Point of No Return.


~ Natasha glares at Morgan and tells her to count faster before she drags her rival up by the hair and doubles him over with a knee strike to the gut. Natasha then proceeds to run off the ropes and catches her opponent with a Running Knee lift that drops him in a heap on the canvas! The Gothic Goddess then stops away at her rival, before applying another cover: 1...2...Kick Out! Natasha groans in frustration, and vents it by mounting her rival and clawing away at his eyes some more, before she hauls off and nails him across the cheek with her Sexy Goth Bitchslap! Oh, and now Natasha winds up and whacks Terminus across the cheek with her dreaded Sexy Goth Bitchslap! She then rises to her feet and bursts into deranged laughter as she soaks in the jeers of the fans, before she wraps her hands around Glen's throat and pulls him off the mat, before lifting him up so that she can end matters with her patented Sit- Out Chokeslam...!!!~

Quadros: HAND OF FATE!

Franks: NO! TERMINUS COUNTERS!

Tony Field: Thank God!!!


~ Indeed, the masked man somehow finds the energy needed to twist to the side and land on his feet beside his foe; before she can react, Terminus jumps up and dumps her onto her back with a sweet Drop Scissors Sweep, before chaining directly into a deep Heel Hook! Natasha scrams in pure agony as the crowd begins to chant "Tap! Tap! Tap!", but isn't ready to submit and begins to claw her way toward the ropes. Glen isn't about to allow that to happen and quickly converts the hold into a Standing Anklelock, before pulling back to the center of the ring! The Gothic Goddess shrieks in anger and pain, but still refuses to quit and proceeds to stand up on one leg, before leaping into the air in order to catch her rival with a Roundhouse Enzuigiri! Ducked! Natasha falls flat on her face, and Glen quickly laces her legs together into a Kneeling Figure Four in yet another attempt to draw the submission! ~

Ray Quadros: Man, I hate to say it, but Glen's got a deep, deep playbook, doesn't he...!?

Carl Franks: Yeah...And something tells me that he doesn't have any issue with using every single hold that he has in his repertoire against Natasha this evening!

Tony Field: Deep playbook? You gotta be kidding me. I’ve forgotten more moves than Glen ever knew. There’s a reason I’m a legend in this business. There’s a reason I’m the savior.

Ray Quadros: Oh I know it, Tony. And I just know you’re going to show us at Point of No Return.


~ A smile of grim satisfaction appears on the face of Terminus as he watches his rival struggle against the effects of the hold, before he bridges back in order to apply even more pressure to the Figure Four! Natasha's agonized sobs can be heard over the din of the crowd, but she shakes her head in refusal when Morgan asks her if she wants to call it a night! Instead, she forces herself to sit up, and then lashes out wildly with another Bitchslap when he rival rises out of the bridge! NO! Terminus snags the hand and pulls her into a front face-lock while keeping the Figure Four applied! The Canadian then turns his head and nods toward Tony, before falling backward into a modified, and very sick, Snap DDT that spikes Natasha head first into the mat! ~

Carl Franks: Looks like he’s sending you a message Tony, I think that was just for you.

Tony Field: Yeah, well, he better stay focused on the task at hand or he’s going to get upset.


~ Terminus rolls over and applies the cover to his stricken rival, keeping his gaze focused upon Tony the entire time: 1...2...THRE-NO! Natasha manages to kick out at the last moment! Glen shakes his head in disappointment, but stays calm and simply pulls the Gothic Goddess up by the hair, before he returns the favor from earlier by wrapping her up in a muay-thai clinch and delivering a brutal series of knees to the gut! The masked man then sinks in a front facelock and hooks the leg of his rival, obviously setting her up for the Small Package Driver Finisher that he calls REQUIEM FOR A DREAM...!!!~

Carl Franks: REQUIEM FOR A DREAM!!! This one should be over.

Tony Field: Thank God, I’m bored with this. Just finish her off so she can get her nails done already.

~...But that's the moment when Chris Card hops onto the ring apron and starts to complain to Morgan about the masked man's use of illegal tactics! Tanner takes a deep breath, and desperately tries to convince him to stand down so that the match can run its natural course, but Chris remains standing where he is and continues to berate the official for her inability to do her job! Meanwhile, Mr. Murphy has also climbed over the apron, and is in the process of stepping over the top rope to help his wife. This of course, doesn't sit well with Terminus, who immediately steps forward and leaps high into the air to connect with a stiff Standing Dropkick to the big man's chest! This causes Mr. Murphy to topple off the apron and land hard on the arena floor; but it gives Natasha enough time to recover, so that she can connect with an uppercut to the groin when Terminus back around to face her! ~

*UNHOLY HEEL POP!*

Tony laughs.

Tony Field: Funny thing is, all this time I thought Glen had no balls.

Carl Franks: He’s had enough to stand up to you time and time again.

Tony Field: Look, Franks, you continue in that tone I’ll reach over this table and slap the taste out of your mouth. You’re in the presence of your superior, I suggest you show a little damned respect, take lessons from Ray over here.

Ray Quadros: Thank you Tony.


~ Terminus doubles over in agony, and Natasha shows some impressive power by hoisting him onto her shoulders; as Chris continues to keep the official's attention directed toward him, Natasha then tosses him off into the path of yet another knee strike, that connects flush against Glen's groin! SLEEP DISORDER! At that point, Card finally jumps off the apron with a contented smile on his face, while Natasha calls Morgan over and tells her to do her job. Morgan seems to realize what might have happened, but thinks better of objecting and with a resigned sigh drops down and tolls the count: 1...2...THREE-NO! NOT THREE! TERMINUS GETS HIS SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST MOMENT! ~

Carl Franks: And Terminus gets his shoulder up just in time.

Tony Field: Does he seem outmatched or is it just me? Seriously, someone needs to get this guy a tampax or something, this is just sad.


~ Natasha's mouth drops open in disbelief, and levels a murderous glare toward Morgan, who tentatively holds up two fingers in response. Unleashing a deafening shriek, Natasha pulls her opponent off the mat by two handfuls of hair, and then scoops him up and drops him head first into the canvas with a Michinoku Driver! VAMPIRE'S KISS! Once again, Natasha covers, and this time hooks the leg: 1....2.....THREEENOOOO! Another kick out at 2.999999999!!!! Natasha appears to be beside herself with rage, and expresses it by stomping down as hard as she can on her rival's throat! Glen rolls around on the mat, gasping desperately for breath, and the Gothic Goddess takes a moment to admire her handiwork before she drags her opponent up and then wraps her hand around the throat for another attempt at connecting with THE HAND OF FATE...!!!~

Carl Franks: …THE HAND OF FATE!!!!

~ ...But once again, Glen has this move scouted, and shifts his weight to block, before spinning round, hooking his foe's arms and snapping her across his shoulder with a sick Gory Backbreaker! Natasha lies gasping on the mat, and isn't in any position to resist when Terminus pulls her up and sinks in a tight Stretch Plum, before delivering a series of MMA style elbows to the face! The masked man then caps the sequence by spinning into a Final Cut Backbreaker that leaves her lying on the mat with her back arched in pain and then applies the cover, while making a point of grinding his forearm into Natasha's now bloody features: 1...2...THRE-NO! Kick Out! ~

Carl Franks: Natasha kicks out! He don’t look too outmatched now.

Tony Field: OF course not. You see, this is the confusing part for me. These fans hate me, but I’m not the one who beats on women. This is disgusting.


~ Terminus doesn't seem particularly surprised or displeased, and simply pulls her up before unleashing a series of alternating shoot kicks to Natasha's legs and torso! He then connects with a Jump Spinning Back Kick that sends her staggering back into the nearest corner, and then follows her in with a sick Running Corner Dropkick that causes The Gothic Goddess to topple to the mat! A slight smile appears beneath that famous facemask as he stares down at his wounded opponent, before he jumps onto the top cable and bounces off into an ARABIAN DOUBLE FOOT STOMP that leaves her curled up in fetal position! Glen glances toward Tony and smirks at him, before he drags his foe up by the hair and sets her up for another attempt at the REQUIEM....!!! ~

Carl Franks: This could be it, the match could be al over.


~ But once again, Chris and Mr. Murphy hop onto the ring apron, at glower toward the masked man. Glen glances toward Card, and then toward the big man, but then turns his attention toward the fans at ringside and nods his head as an enigmatic smile appears through his mask. Taking their cue, EVAN ANDREWS AND CAPTAIN HOWDY emerge from the crowd and charge toward Natasha's associates! Howdy grabs Mr. Murphy's legs and tugs him down off the apron, before grabbing him and snapping him across his knee with the Backbreaker he calls BROKEN TOYS! As the crowd cheers him on, The Captain then proceeds to sink in the Full Nelson Camel Clutch that he calls BACK TO THE ROCKING HORSE, and wrenches on his pet submission with everything he's got! ~

Ray Quadros: What are they doing? Gang tactics, this isn’t right.

Tony Field: No, it’s not. Card and Murphy were just out here giving Natasha some support in a match she should’ve never been in, and those two come out here and blatantly attack them. If I wasn’t outnumbered I’d do something about it.

Carl Franks: I’m sure you would, Tony, I’m sure you would.


~ Meanwhile, Evan and Chris are busy fending off one another's kicks and punches; eventually, Technical Perfection finds an opening and connects with a stiff Spinning Back Elbow to the jaw, and then attempts to follow up with the Superkick that he calls THE CALLING CARD! Ducked! Evan counters with Spinning Legsweep that dumps Card onto his back, and then catches him as he rises with a sick Buzzsaw Kick to the temple! Card collapses to his knees, and Andrews quickly takes advantage by grabbing Chris and spiking him head first into the floor with the Snap Butterfly Piledriver that he calls REQUIEM AETERNAM! ~

Carl Franks: Andrews takes out Card…


~ In the meantime, Natasha has been struggling desperately to free herself from the clutches of her opponent, and eventually manages to lift him up onto her shoulders. She then attempts to drop him into another SLEEP DISORDER...Only to have Terminus somehow manage to catch the knee! Before the Gothic Goddess can react, he pulls her into his grasp and PLANTS HER with his Small Package Driver! REQUIEM FOR A DREAM! After connecting with his finisher, Glen rolls back to his feet and nods his thanks to Evan and Howdy, before he turns his attention toward Field as he peels Natasha off the mat by her hair! Nodding toward his arch rival, Glen leaps up and connects with a sick Jump Superkick that leaves Natasha quivering on the mat! ~

Terminus: That was for you, Tony...

~Field stands up from his seat looking into the ring.~

Tony Field: That son of a bitch just used my move…

Carl Franks: And he used it well, might I add.

~Field glares at Franks, then reaches over and slaps him in the face, knocking his head set off.~

Tony Field: I warned you, now not another word the rest of this match or I’ll show you how a superkick is REALLY done.


~ Terminus chooses not to cover, and instead drags Natasha up onto her knees by the hair, before he blasting her in the face with a series of Kawada Kicks! By now, Natasha is bleeding profusely from the mouth and both nostrils, and both of her eyes are badly swollen. But Glen seems unmoved as he slowly walks around in a circle, landing kick after kick while keeping his gaze focused upon Tony! Glen then pulls Natasha back to her knees, and then steps back mouths the words "That was for Sadie"; in response, Natasha begins to giggle and titter, which becomes mad laughter as she spits blood in Glen's face! Terminus wipes the blood off his mask and stares at it, before he steps forward and unleashes a BRUTAL series of shoot kicks to Natasha's chest- each one harder than the one before it! ~


Quadros: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! HE REALLY *IS* TRYING TO KICK THE SILICON OUT OF HER BREASTS!

Tony Field: Shame, too, such nice breasts. Glen don’t appreciate anything, I swear. He just pisses over everything. He’s like that dog you just can’t train.


~ Natasha wheezes and gasps as she kneels before Terminus, who mouths the words "That was just 'cause I felt like it. " Chants of "Stop The Match!" circulate throughout the arena, and both Evan and the official plead with Glen to put Natasha out of her misery. Even the Captain seems to be a bit surprised at what he's witnessed, although he personally voices no objection to it. Glen doesn't respond verbally, but simply in the direction of Field, whose smile has disappeared as he glares at the masked man. Terminus then turns his attention back to his opponent and just smokes her with a Tornado Enzuigiri that causes her to flop onto her face! Glen rises to his feet stands over her, staring directly at Field as he draws his finger across his throat, and then quickly wraps Natasha up in a Deathlock STF, before pulling Natasha back and adding an additional Cobra Clutch for good measure!~

Ray Quadros: BURIED ALIVE!

~ Natasha lets out a low pained moan as she flails wildly in the submission, but she STILL refuses to tap, even when Terminus BRIDGES on the hold, and bends her into a disgusting U-shape in the process! However, the pain quickly becomes too much for her to bear, and Natasha's arm goes LIMP! At that point, Morgan checks to see if there's any fight, knowing full well what the answer will be, and then immediately calls for the bell when Natasha's arm flops heavily to the mat! ~

*DING! DING! DING!*

Ferdinand: Here is your winner....by submission....TERMINUS!!!!

Tony Field: It’s about fucking time. He played around with her long enough. This has been a disgrace. Glen should be ashamed at this showing.


~ Terminus complies with the official's request and breaks the hold, but only through the method of flipping his unconscious opponent over into a Reverse Monkey Flip, causing her to land on her head and shoulders! The masked man then rises to his feet and levels a hard stare toward Field, who appears to shift uncomfortably in his chair even as he continues to smirk in Glen's direction. A nasty grin appears beneath Glen's mask as the official raises his hand in victory, and it never leaves his lips as he exits the ring and heads up the ramp, leaving a somewhat recovered Card and Murphy to tend to their associate! ~

[Neil]

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TAG TEAM MATCH
Captain Howdy & Jack Gaither vs. 'Hungry' Jack Swanson & Dade Davis
Written by: Neil

'Hungry' Jack Swanson pinned Jack Gaither for the victory. Apologies for the late match. I'll finish it up either tonight or tomorrow.

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BLOODY SWIGGETTE!
Written by: ???

Quadros: Were having a blast here tonight what a SHOW!

Franks: That we are...Wait...we have an audible coming in from back stage.

Quadros: WHAT!? AN ATTACK ON DONAIL SWIGGETTE!?

The Jumbo-Tron flickers on where you see Donail Swiggette slumped back in his chair knocked out cold, on the table in front of him is a wet damp rag and sticking out of his neck is a syringe filled with blood while a small trickle of blood dribbles out of another needle mark on the other side of his neck.

Quadros: WHAT SON OF A BITCH HAS DONE THAT!!??

Franks: I wonder...It seems that ZEX has attacked Donail Swiggette, maybe he hasn’t been fully taken over by “THE DARK SIDE!”

Quadros: Bull! Zex wouldn’t attack Swiggette NO WAY would he do that...Maybe...Logan Steel attacked him, he was the originator of the Crimson Collection to begin with!

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JOIN US?
Written by: Andrew & Aaron

~Fade into the back in the private dressing room of Evan Andrews as the fans cheer out. Evan is prepping to go to the ring to accompany his friend Glen Watts to the latter's contract signing, but pauses when he hears a knock on the door.~

Evan: Thought Glen told me that he'd meet me just outside the entrance. Must have changed his mind. Oh well...*calls out* Come in!

~Michael O'Neil walks in, in a black dress shirt and vintage blue jeans, his brown hair combed back as he greets Evan with a huge handshake and grin. ~

M: Evan, great to see you. I hear that you had a meeting with Jirayai and I wanted to stop by and wish you luck on your match next week. I see this thing with Tony Fields has gotten intense.

Evan: Yeah, you could certainly say that, Micheal. The conflict that's taking place between my friend Glen and Tony has been raging for a while, and it's become so heated that the lives of a lot of people, myself, included, are being affected.

M: Well no doubt about it, he's the Real Deal and I look forward to seeing who the better man is.

~ O'Neil steps forward and his eyes take on an unnaturally intense light as he stares at Evan.

M: That's all I'm about. I give everyone a shot until they screw up. And then down comes the hammer. Much like we meted out justice last week- I know you saw the Black Phoenix Driver onto that steel chair, and when Nighthawk choked Donnie Swiggette out with the Hangman's Clutch.

~ Evan smiles slightly as he stares at The Black Phoenix.~

Evan: Yeah, and there was another move that was used that I'm quite familiar with. Good execution on the Apotheoisis, by the way. Not certain I could have done it any better myself.

~Michael smiles, looking down for a second.~

M: Ah yes... you saw that. I don't mean to be presumptuous, but I did that to show you that you should have been there in the ring with us. That could have been you hitting that jerk with that maneuver- anyhow no disrespect was meant.

Evan: None taken. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, after all. Had I not been occupied with other matters, I would have been happy to take part in that.

M: So tell me man, have you made any real thought about our offer? To join Salvation? I've spoken it over with Kaito and the way I see it, if he can agree to put the past behind with Nighthawk then we could definitely use you on our team. Nighthawk is cool with it, and he wants you to know there's definitely a place as the offer still stands.

~ Evan pauses and takes a deep breath.~

Evan: If circumstances were different, I'd take you up on your offer in a second, Micheal. I really would. You cause is definitely worth fighting for, and I'd be happy to advance it any way I could. But...The thing is, under THESE circumstances, I think I'd be leaving my friend high and dry at a point when he needs my help most.

~ Evan then lets out a sigh as he spreads his palms out before O'Neil.~

Evan: So, while you have my best wishes, Micheal...I can't commit myself to Salvation- at least until this issue between Glen and Tony has been resolved. Of course...Once it IS resolved, my answer my well be different...if you're still willing to ask.

M: Understandable well, I know you had my back in Wargames and I want you to know the feeling's the same. You need anything, you just let us know. And hopefully, sooner than later, we'll have a real answer and we can all clean up this town together. Thanks for your time.

Evan: My pleasure, Micheal. I hope to talk with you again.

~Michael shakes hands once again with Evan, smiles and pats him on the shoulder. O'Neil walks away whistling, hands in pockets as Evan Andrews watches him go.]

Evan: Yeah...I really hope I get the chance to talk about this again, at some point in the future...

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PWA WORLD LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
Jake Keeton vs. Nighthawk ©
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 and is for the PWA World Light Heavyweight Championship. The referee assigned is Mickey Vann.”

(A hush fills the arena and cheers erupt from the crowd as "Still Unbroken" by Lynyrd Skynyrd hits the PA. Jake Keeton slowly emerges through the curtains with his full attention focused on the upcoming match. He walks down the ramp barely acknowledging the fans as he steps into the ring and begins to stretch.)

(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 World Light Heavyweight Championship over his left shoulder. 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, the challenger. He is coming to us tonight from Lexington, Kentucky, and weighed in this afternoon at 227 pounds. Wearing black with orange please welcome Jake Keeton.”

(As Jake Keeton steps out of the corner, a confident smirk on his face, the crowd begins to chant “Next World Champ” as Jacob nods his head in approval to what the sold-out crowd is chanting.)

Freddy Ferdinand: “His opponent, in the corner to my right, he is from Chicago, Illinois and weighed in tonight at 185 pounds. He is one of the most decorated superstars in the history of PWA with 3 separate reigns as the PWA World Heavyweight Champion, and a record-setting 5 title reigns as PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion. Wearing royal-blue trimmed with white and metallic silver, ladies and gentlemen please welcome, making the 1st defense of his PWA World Light Heavyweight Championship, ‘The Master of 1000 Holds’…. ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk!”

(As Nighthawk kisses his World Light Heavyweight Championship for good luck before handing it off to referee Mickey Vann the crowd erupts and chants “Best in the World” as Nighthawk crouches back down in his corner, going over his strategy just one more time.)

Franks: This has been one of the longer standing feuds in PWA history. Jake Keeton is all ready a PWA Hall of Famer and some day Nighthawk will surely be there as well.

Quadros: Nighthawk isn't much for defense though, Carl. I'm sure the odds are against him in this one knowing his history.

Franks: Yeah but this is a newer and improved Nighthawk since the last time these two squared off. Nighthawk is getting better every time.

(As Nighthawk and Jake Keeton go over their final strategies before stepping out of their respective corners and shaking hands the crowd goes from raucous cheering to something approaching complete silence as the two master technicians begin to feel each other out, neither man showing any interest in committing to anything at the moment. Circling around the ring Jake Keeton finally goes for a collar-and-elbow lock-up but can’t do anything significant with it, as Nighthawk is able to block just about every significant attempt to get anything going and eventually draws a stalemate as both men find themselves near the ropes which forces the break from the referee Mickey Vann. But as he goes to break this up Jake Keeton notices how far away the referee is from the proceedings and gives the Chicago native a clean break, drawing a quizzical nod from Nighthawk. Nodding his head as Jake Keeton smiles and says “You should have seen that coming” they again circle around the ring and again the Kentucky native uses his strength and lower center of gravity to get a collar-and-elbow tie-up but again can’t do anything with it as the lankier World Light Heavyweight Champion is able to get to the ropes and force another break of the hold. But as Mickey Vann again comes over to separate the two this time it’s the “Wrestling Machine” who gives a clean break, stepping off as soon as the referee approaches. Circling around the ring, feeling each other out some more, the World Heavyweight Champion finally parks himself directly in the middle of the ring and goes for his first collar-and-elbow lock-up of the match, only to find himself locked in a front headlock which the Kentucky native quickly takes over and grinds the bone of his forearm right across the side of the jaw and the cheek of Nighthawk. Shaking his fingers no when Mickey Vann comes over to see if he is willing to surrender the 1st fall the “Master of 1000 Holds” now begins to work out how he is going to get himself out of this hold. Still locked in the side headlock, the discomfort of the hold aided by Jacob’s continuous dragging of the bone of his forearm across his chin, Nighthawk crosses his legs together at the ankles and slowly slips his way out of the hold, loosening his neck as he does so.)

Franks: These two know each other so well in the ring. They push each other harder each time they face off because they know their old tricks simply won't work.

Quadros: Jake Keeton does his homework better than anybody else when it comes to Nighthawk though, Carl. He just seems to have Nighthawk's number.

(Working his way back to his feet carefully and cautiously, neither man being foolish enough to be overly aggressive with the other, Jacob moves back into the center of the ring and then quickly offers a test of strength. Looking quizzically at the challenge, as if unsure that this is something that is a smart decision with the condition that his ribs are in, Nighthawk nonetheless goes for it and quickly finds himself on one knee with his shoulders almost forced to the mat due to Jacob’s low center of gravity and underrated strength. Placing his own feet on the inside of Jacob’s to prevent him from pushing any further the World Light Heavyweight Champion now tries to figure out a way to turn this around for himself. Spending a second thinking while still on his knees Nighthawk finally comes up to his feet, extricating himself from the knucklelock by raising his left foot and prying apart the steel-like grip of Jake Keeton. Quickly attacking the opening that he has created for himself the “Wrestling Machine” goes right after the left arm, hitting a beautiful deep Ricky Steamboat-style armdrag and holding on for a grounded wristlock. Placing his knee in the capsule of the shoulder joint to keep the arm immobilized Nighthawk now tries to work on the arm but can’t do it as the Kentucky native quickly reaches up with his legs and locks in a headscissors to break the hold, posting his forearms in between the shoulders to keep the World Light Heavyweight Champion immobilized. Again wiggling his fingers no when Mickey Vann comes over to see if he wants to submit and surrender the 1st fall the Chicago native now begins to work on a way of extricating himself from this hold, using his fingers to peel apart the headscissors and quickly reversing that into an attempt at a surfboard. However, as he tries to go for it the “Master of 1000 Holds” suddenly releases it and instead floats over into a crucifix pin, getting a long 2-count.)

Franks: Nighthawk showcasing his strong British-style there but Keeton was able to kick out.

(shaking his head in annoyance that he got caught with that counter Jacob again circles around the ring, this time utilizing an ankle-pick which he chains into a single-leg takedown as he takes things to the mat quickly, which he takes advantage of by locking in a figure-4 bodyscissors as the Kentucky native finally looks to attack the weak spot of Nighthawk which are his broken ribs. Locking his ankles together tight around the abdomen of the Chicago native Jacob leans back on his elbows to ensure that the World Light Heavyweight Champion can’t find any part of his body to strike while the figure-4 bodyscissors does its work. grunting in pain as he continues to feel the effects of the bodyscissors the “Wrestling Machine” again tries to work his way out of this hold, verbally telling referee Mickey Vann no when he comes over to see if he wants to give up. Looking around, trying to see what he can use to get himself out of the trouble that he finds himself in, Nighthawk finally ends up digging the points of his elbows into the patella tendons of Jacob to loosen the bodyscissors, finally getting himself out of the hold by rolling to the inside of the hold and transferring it into another rolling cradle as he gets another 2-count. Deciding to up the pace and see if he can pull off the 1st fall Nighthawk waits for Jacob to get to his feet before hitting a wraparound armdrag followed by a satellite armdrag. But as the “Master of 1000 Holds” looks to finish the Mexicana Especial with the wheelbarrow armdrag Jacob catches him and drops him with a wheelbarrow gut buster, following that up with a roaring forearm and then finishing with the Identity Crisis for the 3-count and the 1st fall.)

Freddy Ferdinand: “The winner of the 1st fall…. Jake Keeton!”

Quadros: That's how Jake Keeton gets it done!

(as Nighthawk lies on the mat, holding his ribs in obvious pain, referee Mickey Vann signals for the bell to be rung to start the 2nd fall and then immediately checks with the Chicago native to see if he can continue on. Pouncing on the opening Jacob applies a Stretch Plum, dragging himself backward into the center of the ring to make sure that Nighthawk can’t get to the ropes at all. But as the Kentuckian continues to crank on the Stretch Plum the sold-out crowd now begins to chant “Please Don’t Tap”, believing that their fervent support can encourage the World Light Heavyweight Champion to keep himself in the match. Shaking his head no even as the Stretch Plum continues to do its work in the center of the ring the “Wrestling Machine” now looks for a way out of the predicament that he has found himself in, continuing to shake his fingers no just to ensure the referee doesn’t have any ideas of calling the match at this moment. Crawling desperately on his backside to the ropes Nighthawk is able somehow to wrap his foot around the bottom rope, forcing a break of the hold, which Jacob gives him at the count of 4. Loosening his wrists up and going right back on the attack Jacob drags a clearly in pain Nighthawk over to the turnbuckles and buries a trio of shoulderblocks right into his abdomen, following that up by draping him stomach-first across the top strand of ring rope. Watching as the World Light Heavyweight Champion slumps to the mat, holding his abdomen and ribs, Jacob goes to the 2nd turnbuckle and comes off with a beautiful diving senton bomb. Quickly coming back behind him to cover Jacob shoots a cold glare at Mickey Vann when the referee informs the challenger that Nighthawk rolled his shoulder out at 2. Continuing to keep the pressure on Jacob lands a pair of stomps to the abdomen before hitting a falling headbutt to exactly the same spot, gesturing to the pit of his stomach when referee Mickey Vann asks him if it was a low blow. Sliding his thumb across his throat to signal the end of the match Jacob hits a beautiful gutwrench gut buster, rolling through right into a capture brainbuster as he again tries to end the match with one of his signature maneuvers. Covering after that Jacob shoots a dirty look to the referee when the “Master of 1000 Holds” is able to grab the bottom rope to break the pinfall attempt at 2 and three-eighths.)

Franks: Powerful offense from Jake Keeton there! Nighthawk barely escaped with a rope break! Great ring awareness!

Quadros: I'm not sure how the referee can make that call unless he has eyes all over his head.

(frowning in disgust over the fact that he has not yet been able to close the match out Jacob begins to fire stomp after stomp to the weakened ribs of Nighthawk, before hitting a running senton bomb and again covering only to get another long 2-count. Kicking the bottom rope in frustration the Kentucky native runs his finger across his throat again before landing a trio of Muay Thai-style knee strikes to the ribs before going for a short-arm clothesline, only to see the World Light Heavyweight Champion spin out of the attempt and hit a hammerlock inside cradle that gets a 3-count and ties up the match at 1 fall a piece.)

Franks: Smooth transition by Nighthawk gains a pinfall!

Freddy Ferdinand: “The winner of the 2nd fall, tying the match at 1 fall a piece, ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk!”

(As Nighthawk lies down on the mat, pain still evident on his facial features as we see him struggling to get air into his lungs, Jake Keeton sits Indian-style on the mat as the beginnings of a knowing smile cross his face. Pulling the clearly-exhausted Chicago native up to his feet by his hair Jacob rocks him backwards with a running elbow strike and then looks to close it out with a huge lariat, only to see the World Light Heavyweight Champion duck out of the way at the very last second and respond with a desperation palm strike before collapsing to the mat as that simple strike appears to have taken all of the energy out of Nighthawk. Slowly pulling himself up to his feet, shaking his head a few times to try and get the cobwebs out of his head after the blow he just took, Jacob goes for another roaring forearm but misses it allowing a wobbly-legged “Wrestling Machine” to plant his feet just long enough to go for and hit a hurricanrana, following that up with a fireman’s carry right into a soccer kick to the arm. Letting out a war cry Nighthawk suddenly appears to find the energy that he needs in order to keep going, and decides to try and end things right now. Walking to the ring apron the World Light Heavyweight Champion then springboards in with a Divorce Court to the arm, following that up by going to the top rope and hitting a swandive headbutt to the left arm for a very long 2-count. Shrugging his shoulders when Jacob rolls his shoulder out at 2 the “Master of 1000 Holds” goes for a running european uppercut, only for Jacob to counter into a spectacular release Tiger Suplex that drops Nighthawk right on the top of his head.)

Franks: Oh!

Quadros: Aggressive is Keeton's style!

(Covering with a confident smirk Jacob curses under his breath and kicks the bottom rope when Nighthawk again rolls his shoulder out. Picking up the World Light Heavyweight Champion by his hair Jacob whips Nighthawk into the nearest set of turnbuckles. But as Jacob follows him in the Chicago native ducks out of the way at the very last second, sending Jacob over the top turnbuckle to the ring apron. However, as the “Wrestling Machine” advances Jacob catches him with a hard forearm and then hits a springboard missile dropkick to the back of the head, following that up with an attempt at an exploder suplex. But as he goes for it the World Light Heavyweight Champion frantically fires elbow strikes to get himself out of danger, only to walk right into the Identity Crisis for the 3-count.)

Freddy Ferdinand: “The winner of the 3rd fall, and the new PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion…. Jake Keeton!”

Franks: Jake Keeton bests Nighthawk again! What a match-up! Nighthawk loses the Light Heavyweight Title belt but he's still walking away with the World Heavyweight Championship!

Quadros: Yeah but for how long. The battered ribs sure isn't helping him this summer and you know my buddy Donail Swiggette is going to give him another tough challenge next week! All I know is I can't wait to hear the Keeton press conference later after this win.

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CONTRACT SIGNING
Written by: Donnie & Andrew

The PWA ring is shown with a black throw covering the ring. In the middle of the ring is a thick black table with two rolling desk chairs sitting on either side. Standing in the ring is Jayden Skyles, the personal interviewer of Tony Field, with a microphone in hand.

Jayden Skyles: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time to officially sign off on the contract for what I'm sure will be the most legendary match in PWA history at Point of No Return; Tony Field vs Terminus. So first, coming to the ring, he's "The Saviour", "The Game Changer", "The Real Deal"...Tony Field.

The screen goes green with gold lettering littering it as the countdown starts.

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


Then the opening cords of Slash's "Godfather Theme" solo start to echo throughout the arena. After a few moments Tony Field finally steps out on the ramp, flanked only by his bodyguard, Frankie Bones. Tony soaks in the reaction of the crowd as they pile on their disapproval of Field. Tony saunters to the ring, slides under the bottom rope and walks over to the far chair, grabs a mic off the table, and then plops in the seat, propping his feet up on the table as Frankie takes his place just behind Tony and to his right.

Jayden Skyles: And now, his opponent...the man who Tony Field will make look like a million bucks at Point of No Return...Glen Watts...Terminus.

This place will self-destruct in...five...seconds..."

Twin bursts of white pyrotechnics go off as the main riff of "And Some You Lose" kicks in; heralding the arrival of Terminus. Flanked by Evan Andrews, Glen Watts who takes a moment to stare out at the throng in attendance, and soaks in their cheers before they makes their way to the ring, keeping their eyes focused upon Field and Bones. The current and former incarnations of Terminus then enter the squared circle and take their respective positions; with Evan standing to the left of Glen’s assigned seat, directly in front of Field’s body guard, while Glen slowly sits in the chair across from Tony. The masked man grabs the microphone on the desk and then lounges back in his seat, staring evenly at Field as a slight smile flickers across his features.

“Evening, Tony. Hope you enjoyed the little display that I put on for you earlier this evening. Figured you might appreciate having the chance to witness something like that…”

Tony laughs

Tony Field: A display? You wrestled and beat a woman. Do you really see that as a challenge? It's a disgrace to even be in the ring with someone like that.

Glen simply shrugs at this comment.

Terminus: She issued a challenge, Tony. I just decided that someone should take her up on her offer. Oh, I suppose I could have sat back, and been content to make claims about being able to defeat someone like Natasha without breaking a sweat, but that's not who I am, Tony. As your theme song says, there are Talkers, and Doers...Ad unlike you, I'm most definitely the latter.

Tony Field: That's where you and I differ, Glen. I have a name to uphold and I don't let just anyone take fame off of my name. You're one of the lucky few.

Tony laughs as he glances at Jayden.

Tony Field: But I think we have other business to take care of. After all, we're not here for a war of words, are we?

Terminus chuckles slightly in response.

Terminus: No, of course not. We're here to END this war, Tony...Once and for all.

Tony motions to Jayden, who pulls out the contract and sets it on the table in front of Glen, along with a fountain pen.

Tony Field: Before you sign though, let me ask you this. How huge do you want to make this? Do you want to steal the show again?

Terminus leans back in his chair, and arches an eyebrow toward Tony.

Terminus: The only thing I want to do, more than anything else, is to beat you within inches of your miserable, pathetic life, Field. But since you clearly have something in mind, I'd like to know what it is. So...tell me, Tony...What exactly IS going through your mind, right now?

Tony Field: I'm thinking that repeat last year. I'll give you this Glen, you somehow got lucky last year at Point of No Return and beat me in my own match, The Extreme Ring. I don't know how you did it, but you did it. I also know that we carried that to match of the year honors. So why not do it again? You say you Doer, not a Talker..so put your money where your mouth is. Lets make it a TRUE rematch of last year and do it in the Extreme Ring again, that is if you have the balls to step into hell again.

The crowd buzzes at the thought of witnessing another Extreme Ring Match and Glen smiles and nods toward Evan when the latter stares inquisitively toward him. After a moment spent sitting in silence, Terminus stares directly at Tony and shrugs his shoulders.

Terminus: In a sense, I wouldn't have a problem with doing that, Field. I really wouldn't. Hell, I already proved that I was capable of entering YOUR world, and emerging from it as your superior. As far as I'm concerned, there's no reason why that couldn't happen again...

The crowd erupts in cheers, but the volume dies down when they realize that Glen has yet to finish his statement.

Terminus: But...let me ask you this, Field? Have you ever thought about entering MY world? Ever thought about what it would be like to engage me in MY specialty match? You gotta admit...it would be a serious feather in your cap if you were able to return the favor and defeat me the same way I defeated you the year before....

Tony perks an eyebrow and glances back at Frankie, who gives Tony a look of confusion, then Field turns back to Glen.

Tony Field: And what kind of match would that be?

Terminus: A match that would provide us with enough time to find out who the better man really is, Tony. A match that would take place over the span of a full HOUR, regardless of how many submissions or pin falls took place. The winner of the match is the person who scores the most pin falls or submissions during that time period, Field. I wrestled an awful lot of these types of matches back when I was wrestling in Japan...And just to let you know, I haven't lost one yet.

Terminus leans forward in his chair, places his elbows on the table and then laces his fingers together and rests his chin on them, all the while staring directly at his nemesis.

Terminus: What do ya say, Tony...? Think you can handle being in the ring with me for a full hour? Think you have what it takes to beat me in an Iron Man Match...?

Tony's expression appears to be a mixed bag as he soaks in the words of Glen before answering.

Tony Field: Iron Man Match? I have no issue with that, because honestly Glen, I'm going to win no matter what, but an Iron Man Match is just so...overdone...in wrestling. Now an Extreme Ring Match, that's something you just never see.

Terminus: Oh, but we've already seen an Extreme Ring match. But I tell you what...Just to sweeten the deal, let's add the stipulation that falls can't be awarded as a result of DQ's or count-outs. That means you have sixty minutes to do whatever the hell you want to me in an attempt to gain a pin fall over me...

Glen's voice takes on a hard edge as he continues.

Terminus: And that means I've got the same amount of time to do whatever I want to you to make CERTAIN that I gain the victory over you. And you know the nice thing about this, Field? Right now, we're both bullet-proof. No matter what we do, we can't be touched. Sixty minutes of doing whatever the hell we please, Field. Think about it...

Field smirks a bit, really liking the idea, but not ready to give in for his speciality just yet.

Tony Field: You definetly know how to make a hard sell, Glen, but I'm no fool. I'm not going to just throw caution to wind and enter into your speciality match giving you the edge. So it seems we are at a stalemate here, so we need to find a way to settle this.

Terminus sits back in his chair, thinking things over, and then glances toward Evan before the smile reappears beneath his mask.

Terminus: Well, if we can't find a way to settle this between us, maybe we should leave the matter to our associates. Evan's got a match with his your current employee, and his former student, next week doesn't he?

Tony Field: So let me get this right. You're saying that next week, if Evan should we go with an Iron Man Match, if Ryan wins, then we go with the Extreme Ring?

Terminus: Yeah...Provided Evan's cool with that...

And indeed, Evan nods as a smile of his own appears on his face.

Tony gives a thought for a moment, glances back at Frankie, then back to Glen.

Tony Field: Very well, you got it. If Gaines wins next week, it's the Extreme Ring. If that has-been Evan wins, we'll go with your Iron Man Match.

Tony nods to the contract.

Tony Field: I suppose now it's time to make it official.

Terminus nods his head, and then glances down at the contract and scans its contents for a moment, before he signs his name to it and hands it over to Field.

Terminus: Here you go, Field. It's up to you to sign your name to this...And seal your fate in the process.

Field glares at Glen, then scans over the contract real quick. Then, looking up at Glen, never taking his eyes off his, he scribbles his name on the back page. Then, in a sign of disrespect he takes the contract, with a smirk on his face, and tosses it a Glen in a show of contempt.

The crowd oohs at the show of disrespect, and Evan immediately drops into a fighting stance, only to stop when he sees Glen's serene smile as the latter shakes his head. Terminus rises to his feet, and with the smile still fixed to his features slowly extends his hand toward his nemesis.

Tony stands up quickly from his chair, this time Frankie Bones perches ready to pounce, but Tony turns to him and motions him to settle down. Then he turns to Glen, staring him down for a moment, then looks at his hand, then back into his eyes. Then, in a very uncharacteristic moment, he takes Glens hand, only rather than shaking it, he just squeezes and pulls Glen close, the two men almost nose to nose, as he glares into his eyes.

Terminus returns the glare with an icy stare of his own, and the two remain locked in a battle of wills, keeping their eyes focused upon one another as the crowd buzzes about what's taking place. A nasty grin appears on Glen's face as he mouths the words "I can do this all night. Can you...?" Field sneers at him, and attempts to wrench his hand free, but at that moment, Terminus shoves it away with such force that Field stumbles back, and nearly falls back into his chair. Terminus takes a step back, keeping his gaze locked on Field as he addresses him in a pleasant tone of voice.

Terminus: Pleasure doing business with you, Tony. But please, don't get up on our account. I'm sure we can make our way out of the ring without your assistance.

Evan smirks at the one liner, and then he and Glen slowly back out of the ring, all the while keeping their eyes fixed on the other men, who return their gazes with hate filled stares of their own.