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[Neil]

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VIOLATION 126
Sunday, June 12th, 2011
Wells Fargo Arena in Des Moines, Iowa

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PREVIEW
Written by: Neil

Last Wednesday night, Vow 4 went into the history books as one of the Premiere Wrestling Alliance's most memorable events. In a night that saw the in-ring return of 'Hotshot' Chris Michaels, the re-branded Jacob Smith, rookie Vendetta earning a Primetime Title shot, 'Hungry' Jack Swanson claiming the Premiere Championship, Zex drawing Omar Owens blood to win the Primetime Title, and Jack Gaither out-dueling Nighthawk in a Best of Three Falls match to claim the PWA World Heavyweight Championship, the PWA has a lot to live up to at Violation 126.

Starting off the night, Chris Wilkins will face off with newcomer Michael O'Neil. The 'Black Phoenix' is known from his past success in overseas Japan promotions that showcased his strong and high flying style. This may be O'Neil's opportunity to break out here in America on a national stage. His opponent, Wilkins isn't a slouch by any means despite his current losing streak, a streak he plans to shatter this week. Now finding himself signed exclusively to Co-CEO Donial Swiggette's half of Violation, Chris Wilkins will be poised to rebound and prove he was right, Commissioner Butcher was screwing him all along!

In another exclusively signed member of the Swiggette “roster”, Cross Recoba tests his skills against the returning 'Hotshot' Chris Michaels. Hotshot came up just short against Eric McLean at Vow 4 but he's seem to have taken his loss in stride. The crafty veteran says he literally has nothing left to lose anymore and while that may be true, he could lose more than a match against Recoba. Cross Recoba has Tag Team Championship gold in his sights with his High Finance protege Chris Card and his entourage at his side. The two seem to be always plotting and scheming for the next big profitable venture and Recoba pinning the Hotshot's shoulders to the mat could prove to be very lucrative to Recoba's goal of changing PWA forever.

While Recoba will be busy with Michaels, Chris 'Technical Perfection' Card will be preparing to face Captain Howdy one last time to get a clear cut winner after their past two controversial matches, one that had Referee Sasha Brown reversing the victory and giving it to Captain Howdy, and the other having Referee Brown not reverse an obvious cheating tights pull by Card in their re-match. Referee Sasha Brown has been assigned duties of this match as well and it is unknown if the Head Referee will be preoccupied with Natasha at ringside or if she will call this match fair and square without any controversy in the end. The winner of this match perhaps can finally truly claim themselves to be the better man.

Next up there will be a familiar face in the ring facing newcomer Eric McLean but while the face looks familiar, the name will not be. Due to a clause in an old contract, the Hall of Fame wrestler formerly known as 'Jake Keeton' now finds himself wrestling under a new name in Jacob Smith. Will the current identity crisis of Smith carry over into his in-ring performance or will he continue right where he left off under his former name? The name of Eric McLean was heard coming from the lips of ring announcer Freddy Ferdinand at Vow 4 after he upset Chris Michaels. He seemed to have lived up to the hype as the man to fill Terminus' boots for the time being but that was on a big stage where he may have been amped up to make history. Can he have a repeat performance at Violation 126 against a PWA Hall of Fame member or will he come up short against Smith?

Despite the fact Zex signed an exclusive deal with Donial Swiggette, Zex still finds himself on Commissioner Butcher's half of the show under unusual circumstances. At Vow 4, Jason Sandman re-introduced the PWA to the longest reigning Premiere Champion in history in the returning Slade. It was at that moment, Sandman and Slade issued the challenge to Zex and his body guard Brutus Pryde. Seizing on the opportunity, the Commissioner booked the match, leaving Pryde hung out to dry without a partner. Backstage the new Primetime Champion Zex said he would take part in the Commissioner's half of the show but warned there would be consequences for the Commissioner breaching his new contract.

Sandman and Slade were last seen at each others throats at Violation 114 when Slade defended the Premiere Championship against his friend in a Junkyard Match. Now it appears the two have re-united with the return of Slade to the PWA. But where does that leave Captain Howdy and the team known as Mutually Assured Destruction? Jason Sandman may have a choice to make and soon regarding this situation. As for Slade, everybody in PWA knows what the Texas brawler brings to the table with his historic Premiere Title run. With this being his in-ring return, will Slade be ready to go on another run in PWA that could lead him to shinier gold?

And finally in the main event, the man that hold the #1 Contender spot for the Primetime Championship, Vendetta, faces off with the former Primetime Champion, Omar Owens. Vendetta is new to PWA and still young in this business but all ready is making waves. He's currently teaming with the Premiere Champion 'Hungry' Jack Swanson and after Vow 4 when he defeated Chris Card and Chris Wilkins to claim his spot, the future looks very bright for this man. But on the other side of the ring this night will be a veteran of the sport in O2. The last time these two faced off was at V125 when the Tag Team Championship belts were on the line. That night, Owens and Zex retained and the bitter pill of defeat was tasted by Vendetta in the most important match of his young career. Now Vendetta could even the score one-on-one while Omar Owens is looking to get back to his winning ways and focus his attention on new gold, a certain belt Vendetta's tag team partner is currently holding.

Don't miss all the action of Violation 126 this Sunday night from the Wells Fargo Arena in Des Moines, Iowa!

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SO MUCH TO SAY
Written by: Okori

As the Violation video package finishes we see Freddy Ferdinand standing in the ring, a sad look on his face. Raising the microphone to his lips Freddy says: "At this time please welcome the former PWA World Light Heavyweight and World Heavyweight Champion, 'The Wrestling Machine' Nighthawk!"

(as "Holding Out For A Hero (The Autumn Wind Intro)" by Emery booms out over the sound speakers Nighthawk walks, or more accurately, hobbles out of the backstage area . And as the sold-out crowd in Des Moines gets their first look at the "Wrestling Machine" their ardor over seeing their hero fades, and is replaced instead by a loud roar of respect for the performance that he put on. For as Nighthawk continues to hobble into the ring we see that in addition to the broken nose he suffered, the "Master of 1000 Holds"also has a pair of black eyes and a multitude of bruises dotting his face and torso. taking the microphone from Freddy Ferdinand Nighthawk stands up, every second clearly taking its toll on him.)

Nighthawk: "I just wanted to come out here and say thank you. Thank you for believing in me & pushing me to be where I am. Thank you for every nice word, nice letter, and hug I have ever received. I wish i could compete tonight but the doctors haven't cleared me to do so yet. When I am cleared, I promise I will be back in front of you. Thank you."

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REGULAR RULES
Michael O'Neil vs. Chris Wilkins
Written by: Duck

Ferdinand: The next is scheduled for one fall...

"What I Want" by Daughtry begins to play in the arena. As the chorus starts , a blast of fireworks come out from the entrance ramp and smoke starts to fill the arena.

Ferdinand: Coming to the ring first... Standing 5 foot 7...

Quadros: This man is one of Co-CEO Donail Swiggette's starters. It's a shame he has to fight a nobody.

Franks: Ray, Micheal O'Neil comes to PWA from Japan with a ton of experience.

Ferdinand: Weighing in at 175 pounds...

Quadros: And no name!

The smoke begins to clear and standing on the stage is Chris Wilkins with Jessi Colter at his side. They walk down to the ring, hand-in-hand, and climb up to the ring apron. Chris holds the ropes open for Jessi before climbing into the ring. He jumps up on the nearest turnbuckle and raises his hands in the air while Jessi claps for him.

Franks: Ray just shut up and do your job.

Quadros: And what do you call this? This show is nothing with out it's voice.

Ferdinand: From Ogden, Utah... The "Most Atheletic Man in PWA..." CHHHHRRRIIISSSSSS WWWWWIIIIILLLLKINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The crowd has a different approach to welcoming Chris to the ring. They boo hard as he jumps down from the turnbuckle.

Quadros: These fans are idiots. You can't win them all people!

Franks: Despite his losing streak, Chris Wilkins just signed a deal with the devil.

Quadros: Donail Swiggette is hardly the devil. If he is evil, he's and evil genius!

Ferdinand: And his opponent...

"Power" hits the speakers. Donail Swiggette once again appears on the big screen.

Quadros: HA! Speak of the devil.

Franks: I guess he's here to try and stack the deck in his wrestler's favor.

Quadros: Shut up and listen Carl. He is the boss.

After the crowd calms down, Donail begins to speak.

Donail: Ladies and gentlemen, I regret to inform you that this match will not take place.

Franks: What the hell!

The crowd shares the sentiment.

Quadros: Well maybe if these people shut up, we can find out why.

Donail: Apparently the high athletic standards required to face a man such as Mr. Wilkins there were too much for our newcomer. Micheal O'Neil did not show up for work.

Chris Wilkins and his wife look up at the screen in disbelief.

Chris: Are you serious!

Chris Wilkins leaves the ring and walks towards the back with a lot of determination in his step. Donail continues to try to talk as the fans boo and hiss and complain and question the proceedings.

Franks: This has to be some type of ploy by Donail Swiggette.

Quadros: You heard the Chairman. The man did not show up. What can you do?

Franks: Make another match... Put someone in there with Wilkins, his brother... something!

Donail: Since Chris Wilkins showed up and Micheal O'Neil did not, that is a forfeit and Chris Wilkins wins this match by default.

The crowd boos harder. Some start talking refund.

Donail: Calm down people! This will not take away from the quality of MY show. So we will just move on to the next match on the card and keep the show moving. Enjoy the rest of the evening and have a few free PWA t-shirts and a free round of beer on me.

The crowd cheers for that but goes right back to complaining about the dropped match.

Franks: This is ridiculous.

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OLD NAME FROM THE PAST
Written by: Andrew & ???

~ PWA newcomer, Eric McLean is shown roaming the back-stage area prior to his match against Jacob Smith, and nods pleasantly toward a couple of members of the road crew as he passes by them. After accepting their best wishes, Eric the Red turns the corner...and immediately stops in his tracks and shakes his head as he regards the sight of a rather large young man standing in front of him. ~

Eric: Ryan Gaines...Fancy meeting you here....

~A young man, looking around Eric's age, with a larger stature and a bit of a pretty boy look to him smiles weakly at Eric as he approaches with a bit of unsure swagger to his walk.~

? : Well if it isn't Red himself.

Eric: Um...Gaines....Only my friends call me Red. And you and I were never friends when we were training at the Factory, were we?

~Ryan laughs awkwardly~

Ryan Gaines: Yeah, hard to be friends when you're jealous of everything I do, isn't it? But come on, you know you idolized me...

~ McLean can't help but roll his eyes at that comment. ~

Eric: Idolized isn't exactly the term I would use to describe how I felt 'bout you back then. Not even close, actually. I think a more accurate description would be "loathed the sight of you".

~ Eric the Red shrugs slightly after making this comment.~

Eric: ...But, that was then, and this is now. I've changed a bit since then...Who the hell knows, maybe you have to. Stranger things have happened...Not too much freakin' stranger...But ya never know.

~ Ryan chews on his bottom lip for a moment as he looks over his old training partner.

Ryan: Changed a bit I would say. So what are you now? On your way to being Terminus number 3? Those are awfully big shoes to fill.

Eric: Dude...I'm not here to play that role. Glen Watts and Evan played it well enough, if you ask me. All I'm here to do is to be myself, and see how far that'll take me. I'm not trying to be anything more...or less...than that.

~ Ryan laughs to himself as he wrinkles his bottom lip and gazes at Eric, finding humor in something he said.~

Ryan: Always the dreamer I can see. You're honestly fooling yourself to think Evan Andrews hand picked you, and his end game isn't to put that mask on you? He's been priming you since day one. Do you honestly think he ever intended you to be Eric McLean?

~ Eric chuckles softly and shakes his head again.~

Eric: Maybe...Maybe not. I can't speak for what was going through Evan's mind or not...And you know damned well you can't either, Ryan. Only thing I can do is to take my best shot here, and let the chips fall where they may.

Ryan: You may be right, but then again...all I do know though is things are going to change around and for the better....

~ Ryan then seems to let his mind wander, and then says, almost to himself.~

Ryan: ....in due time.

~ Eric regards his old training partner strangely, obviously wondering about the significance of that last statement, but then simply exhales in a a short, sharp sigh while providing his reply.~

Eric: Maybe they will, Ryan... Especially if you can back up your words with actions. I seem to recall that you had some problem doing that back when we trained, but we've already established that things can change, right?

~Ryan seems to come slightly unglued with this comment.~

Ryan: Can't back up my words? I never got a fair chance. You were the "chosen' student. Me, I just got pushed aside and never got a fair chance. Had I been teachers pet...we'll, I'd be the one wrestling in PWA, not you.

~ Eric's eyes light up with anger and he takes a deep breath to compose himself before addressing the other man in a cold tone of voice. ~

Eric: You know something, Gaines? Right now, I'd like to say nothing more than to say "screw you" and pop you in the face, just like I did back when we were in the Factory. That's something I enjoyed doing quite a bit back then....And something tells me that's something that HASN"T changed...

~ Eric then closes his eyes and when he opens them and resumes speaking in a much more relaxed, calmer tone of voice. ~

Eric: ...But, I'm not gonna do that. It just ain't worth my time and energy...Let alone my position here, to teach you another lesson in humility. Instead, I'm just gonna remind you that Evan and Tristan both had respect for everyone who was willing to bust their ass and put in their best effort. And they both had nothing but contempt for people for people who would boast constantly about how good they were, yet never did a single god damned thing to prove it when asked.

~ Eric then begins to maneuver around Shane, keeping his gaze locked upon him the entire time.~

Eric: So, if you're wondering why I'm here, and you're..wherever the hell you are....Maybe that's as good a reason for it as any. Anyway, man....since I AM in the PWA, and since I DO have a match coming up, I'm cutting this conversation short. Would have liked to have said it was a pleasure to talk to you again, but I think we both know that wasn't really the case....

~Ryan squints his eyes, thinking of prodding the angry beast, but instead he concedes.~

Ryan: If only I wasn't an honored guest of Ms. Chesney's.

~ Ryan starts to turn away from Eric, but then mumbles under his breath to himself.

Ryan: Let's see if you talk to me that way when HE finally shows up...

~ Gaines chuckles slightly as he whispers those final words, keeping his eyes fixed upon the departing form of McLean all the while.~

[Neil]

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A PLAN IN MOTION
Written by: Duck

Donail Swiggette, Donnie Swiggette and Leon Murphy are sitting in the Commissioner's office discussing something. Leon looks a little worse for wear after his attack at VOW 4, but he is ok. A few visible scratches, nothing too bad.

Donail: So who do like tonight?

Donnie: Man, Miami is gonna take it to 7 games brother.

Donail: You think so? They can't stop Dirk in the 4th quarter and Lebro can not score in the 4th either. How are they gonna do it?

Donnie: You are forgetting about D...

Chris Wilkins bursts through the door, Jessi Colter in tow.

Chris: Mr. Swiggette, what was that?

Donail: What do you mean? Your opponent didnt show up.

Chris: So you just cancel a match?

Donail: What was I supposed to do? The card is set. There is noone else to compete.

Chris looks at Donnie.

Donnie: Really? I mean I do want an opportunity again...

Donail: You should just shut up about opportunities Donald.

Donnie: Look, I showed great against Terminus. And it was my firs...

Donail: Just shut up. Look Chris, tonight couldn't be avoided, but after tonight.

Leon Murphy speaks after observing for a while.

Leon: After tonight, not too many people in PWA will mess with our little group.

Chris: I know this. I know the plan, but what about next week? Will I be put in a match against another Nobody with the potential to no show? Donail, You said Main Events!

Donail: And we are working towards that. Just let things work out. It's a win anyway Chris, what is the problem

Leon: I have an idea.

Everyone is listening. The silence is welcomed.

Leon: Donnie wants opportunities and Chris wants the same thing... Put them in the ring together. I think that would be a good match.

Chris and Donnie look at each other.

Donail: I don't know, maybe. We have to wait and see after tonight's events, ok?

Donail looks around at everyone for confirmation.

Donail: Ok.

Chris: Just take care of this ok?

Donail: I always do.

Chris leaves the office.

Donnie: I do need to be in the ring more brother.

Donail: Shut up. Leon what do you think about the game?

They continue to debate the NBA finals.

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REGULAR RULES
'Hotshot' Chris Michaels vs. Cross Recoba
Written by: Neil

(“Down” by Stone Temple Pilots hits the PA)
*guitar riff*
Pleased to meet you
Nice to know me
What’s the message?
Will ya show me?

I’ve been waiting
A long time, now
Now here’s the answer
You’re all mine now

(As the chorus kicks in the “HotShot” Chris Michaels walks through the curtain.)

(Michaels walks down the ramp with a big smile on his face, He looks around, then mounts the second turnbuckle, giving his trademark one-fist salute .)

Franks: What an ovation for the returning 'Hotshot' Chris Michaels! It is good to have a veteran of this business back to excite the crowd and put on a good show.

Quadros: And put over new talent! Did you see how he fared against that new kid, what's his name, last week? Not so good!

Franks: That kid was Eric McLean, Ray. And it wasn't like Chris Michaels didn't have a spirited match-up. He and McLean set the tempo for Vow 4 as far as I was concerned.

As Chris Michaels plays to the crowd a bit more, “Gimme Shelter” by the Rolling Stones starts to play as out steps one half of High Finance. Cross Recoba walks down to the ring alone, showing off a facetious smirk as he glares down 'Hotshot'. He rolls into the ring and heads to a turnbuckle, posing for the crowd to boo him.

Franks: Michaels and Recoba have some history between them that dates back to 2009 at the height of the Tag Team Division when Recoba's 21st Century Rat Pack and Hotshot's The Era were putting on some of the most memorable tag team matches in PWA history.

Quadros: Yeah well, 21st Century Rat Pack had all the skits and jokes at The Era's expense, it was Michaels and Dade Davis who were actually walking around with those Tag Team Titles and main eventing pay-per-views.

Franks: We'll see if anything has changed as these two renew their rivalry.

Referee Andy Sheppard checks to see if both men are ready before pointing to the outside for the bell...DING! And away we go as the two light heavyweight wrestlers circle around the center of the ring before locking up. Arm and shoulder tie up is won out by Cross Recoba as he applies a hammer lock. 'Hotshot' Chris Michaels has played this dance a time or two over his career and powers free from the hold and goes around the back for a suplex attempt. Attempt blocked by Cross Recoba as the current High Finance tag team member throws a back elbow into Michaels' face! Around the back goes Cross Recoba now as he rocks his opponent backwards for a backdrop. Chris Michaels lands on his feet! Cross Recoba turns around to admire his dirty work only to eat an enzuigiri kick to the head!

Franks: Oh! And it looks like the 'Hotshot' won that little exchange!

Quadros: His old legs still pack quite a kick, Carl.

Chris Michaels pulls Cross Recoba up off the mat and gives him an old fashioned body slam, leaving Cross writhing on the canvass holding his spine. He drops a follow up flashing elbow to the sternum of Recoba before hooking the leg...1!...2!...KICK OUT!

Hotshot brings Cross Recoba back up by the head and powers him straight up into the air with a vertical suplex. Wait! No! Cross Recoba shifts momentum on Michaels, landing on his feet! Chris Michaels turns around and eats a European uppercut that rocks him backwards into a corner. Cross Recoba is quick on the run and collects Michaels straight out of the corner with a monkey flip! 'Hotshot' Chris Michaels bounces off the mat before stumbling back to his feet! This time Cross Recoba collects him with the backdrop that works! 'The Man Worth a Thousand Bullets' hooks the leg...1!...2!...TH...KICK OUT! Cross Recoba demands a faster count next time.

Franks: Cross Recoba has taken control of this match-up.

Quadros: He's always in control you just don't know it yet, Carl.

Cross Recoba brings Michaels up by the arm and twists him around. Knee to the gut of Michaels. Another knee. Another! Forearm to the side of the head sends 'Hotshot' wobbling backwards. Cross Recoba grabs the arm again and whips Chris Michaels towards the ropes. Michaels bounces off and runs right on through Cross Recoba's leap frog. Now Recoba is running towards the cables. They both bounce off and they both meet mid-ring with a double clothesline that takes them both out!

Franks: Oh man! Recoba and Michaels both had the same idea there!

Quadros: These guys do know each other pretty well.

Referee Andy Sheppard checks on the condition of both men before starting his count...

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Cross Recoba starts to get back up...

7!...

Now Chris Michaels it up and here comes the knife-edge chop from the Hotshot! WHOOO! Cross Recoba throws one back! WHOOO! Another knife-edge chop from Michaels! WHOOOO! Another from Recoba! WHOOOO! Michaels! WHOOOO! Recoba! WHOOOO! Recoba attempts to surprise with a follow up clothesline! Ducked by Michaels. Hotshot throws a kick but it's caught by Recoba! Another enzuigiri from Chris Michaels...and NO! Cross Recoba ducks this one. He spins the unbalanced Chris Michaels inside out and flattens him with a Rude Awakening Neckbreaker! Again Cross Recoba shoots in for a cover! 1!...2!...2.99987497432437!! KICK OUT!!

Franks: Chris Michaels is still alive in this one!

Cross Recoba gets up and he starts to get into Referee Sheppard's face. Count faster! He turns his attention back to Chris Michaels, grabbing him by the head. Dragon sleeper applied! Hotshot's arm is flailing about while he tries to break free! Cross Recoba holds him firm, telling him to quit! “Hotshot! Hotshot! Hotshot!” Cross Recoba tells the crowd to shut up! “Hotshot! Hotshot! Hotshot!” Referee Sheppard asks Michaels if he gives up? NO!

Franks: He is not giving up!

Quadros: He should give up and retire!

Cross Recoba clamps down even deeper, yelling at the referee to ask him again. “Hotshot! Hotshot! Hotshot!” Referee Sheppard asks one more time, do you give up Chris Michaels?! NO! Cross Recoba, frustrated, sits out and smashes the back of Chris Michaels head against the mat. Dragon sleeper released, Recoba gets back to his feet. He runs towards the cables. Bounces off and hits a running curbstomp to the face of Michaels! The crowd seems to be deflated now as the Hotshot is laid out and feeling it.

Cross Recoba isn't finished as he grabs Michaels by the legs. He looks out at the crowd with a smile as they begin to boo him. BOOOO!

Franks: Cross Recoba is taunting the Garibaldi's Guillotine, Ray!

Quadros: If he locks this on, Chris Michaels is done.

Recoba attempts to turn Michaels over into the standing leg submission but Hotshot isn't giving in that easily. Recoba tries to power him over...nope! Chris Michaels breaks a leg free and kicks Recoba in the face! Kick! Kick! Kick! One more sends Cross Recoba backwards! Chris Michaels gets back to his feet while Recoba rushes forward right into Michaels' snap suplex! The crowd cheers again as Cross Recoba wobbles back to his feet and into a corner. Chris Michaels shows some energy as he runs into the corner and flattens Cross with a body splash!

Franks: Chris Michaels may get back in this yet!

The air has been knocked out of Recoba's lungs as he fumbles out of the corner right into Hotshot's atomic drop! Now Cross Recoba is clutching himself and in a bad way...SUPERKICK! Cross Recoba is laid out flat! The crowd pops as Michaels slides in for the pinfall...1!...2!...THREE...KICK OUT!! KICK OUT says Referee Andy Sheppard!

Franks: Cross Recoba with the clutch kick out!!

Quadros: Recoba's stock just rose with that one, Carl.

Chris Michaels gets to his feet and grabs Recoba by the legs. He turns Cross over with ease into a sharpshooter!! The crowd roars with approval as Cross Recoba is reaching out for those cables! They are too far away! “TAP! TAP! TAP!” Referee Sheppard asks Cross if he gives up...NO is the response! Michaels leans back further causing Recoba to clutch his head while trying to suck it up! “TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!” He starts pounding the mat with his fists but he isn't tapping out yet! “TAP! TAP! TAP!” The referee asks again, do you give up Cross Recoba? NO! NO he does not! Chris Michaels releases the sharpshooter but stomps Recoba in the back of the head right after.

Franks: What guts there by Cross Recoba to hang on, Ray. That was a close one.

Quadros: He can tolerate high levels of pain due to his training, Carl. It might not have felt good but he was not going to give in.

Chris Michaels points towards the corner, getting a pop from the crowd. He grabs hold of the turnbuckles and leaps to the top. He then begins calling for Recoba to get to his feet. Come on! Get up! Cross Recoba is slow to react as Referee Sheppard ushers him to get back up. Once Hotshot has him right where he wants him, he takes off with a moonsault press!! BAM!!

Franks: Oh my!

The moonsault is botched as Cross Recoba yanked Referee Andy Sheppard into the way! The referee took the whole moonsault to the face! BOOOO!

Franks: Of all the dirty rotten cheats! He pushed the referee right into his path!

Quadros: Someone had to take it, Carl, and Recoba wasn't willing to participate!

And now the crowd starts to boo even louder as the silent mountain of a man Mr. Murphy starts to lumber down towards the ring.

Quadros: Whoo! Chris Card's manager!

Franks: Damn it this can't be good!

High Finance is represented now while 'Hotshot' Chris Michaels is checking on the condition of Referee Sheppard. Cross Recoba turns him around and KICK! Blatant low blow by Cross Recoba! Chris Michaels falls to his knees while the crowd starts to boo heavily. Into the ring comes Mr. Murphy and he grabs Hotshot by the throat. In one easy lift, Murphy powers Chris Michaels up into the air, holds him. Holding! Holding! Holding with a choke while Cross Recoba gets down to a knee. BAM! CHOKESLAM!

Franks: OH! Mr. Murphy choke slammed Chris Michaels across Cross Recoba's knee! What a dirty rotten move!

Quadros: That's a knock out blow right there! Back of the head to the knee!

Cross Recoba gives Mr. Murphy a high five before he hooks the leg. Referee Sheppard is still down and out but Mr. Murphy is literally shaking the life back into him. Sheppard sees the cover and makes the count while the crowd boos louder...1! …...... 2!........ THREE!! Ding! Ding! Ding!

Ferdinand: The winner of this match.....CROSS REEEEEEECOOOOOOBA!!!!

“Gimme Shelter” kicks back up while the crowd boos loudly. Cross Recoba looks down at his fallen opponent while Mr. Murphy takes him by the arm. Murphy holds Recoba's arm up in the air, drawing more hatred from the crowd!

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THIS MEANS WAR!
Written by: Neil

Donail Swiggette: Ladies and gentlemen, VOW 4 was a success!

[ Co-CEO Donail Swiggette leans back in a chair with the biggest smile upon his face as the Board of Directors are assembled somewhere backstage. CEO Wren Chesney gives Swiggette a solo clap as if to acknowledge that is was all his doing while Network executive Kurt Kaiser and Japanese promotion mogul Ryu Sawada look over the figures that came in following Vow 4. ]

Donail Swiggette: Now, it is time to implement my next set of plans for this promotion which starts tonight—

The Butcher: We need to talk and NOW!

[ The once missing Commissioner from this meeting storms into the room without a knock, sending Donail Swiggette to his feet, pointing at the Commissioner with detest. ]

Donail Swiggette: Brother, remove this man from my meeting!

[ The Head of Security hurries over towards the Commissioner to take him outside of the Board room but before he can even lay a finger on The Butcher, Nightmare of all people steps into the scene and blocks Donnie from doing his job. ]

The Butcher: What took place at Vow 4 was an abomination!

Donail Swiggette: The numbers do not lie, Commissioner! Now get out of here before I call the police and have you arrested!

The Butcher: How very noble of you, Swiggette. Call a meeting behind my back and then proceed to threaten me with the police. Do your own dirty work!

Wren Chesney: We will have none of that, Butcher!

The Butcher: Shut your mouth, Wren. I have every right to be here and here is where I am going to stay. I am tired of this man...

[ The Commissioner points an accusing finger in the direction of Donail. ]

The Butcher: ...attempting to ruin the work I've created over the past 4 years by spreading lies about me and then fracturing our locker room with phony “exclusive contracts” that mean nothing!

Donail Swiggette: These contracts are to protect certain roster members from your apparent bias and jealousy, Butcher. Wilkins, Zex, Card, and Recoba are being paid more for their services now than your slanted hate filled contracts offered. This week alone proves how much you despise certain members of this roster such as Zex when you blatantly disregard his new contract and give him no choice but to wrestle on your half of the show!

The Butcher: Enough of this split! It has been nothing but bad for business to have my position diminished for no good reason! Our advertisers have no idea who to talk to, especially when Donail does nothing but counter my every move!

Ryu Sawada: Numbers say business good. Vow 4 success.

The Butcher: It was NOT a success after what Swiggette pulled!

Donail Swiggette: Don't be jealous, Butcher! Just because the roster doesn't like you and won't work with you doesn't mean you get to blame me for it.

Kurt Kaiser: Gentlemen! Please, let's settle this in a manner that will be beneficial for us all.

Wren Chesney: It would do us all some good if Butcher would just leave and leave for good!

[ The Commissioner starts to chuckle as he looks at the annoyed Ms. Chesney. ]

The Butcher: Quit being so crabby, Wren. How does it feel to be the one responsible for Jack Gaither's current World Title opportunity and victory?

Wren Chesney: JACK GAITHER AS WORLD CHAMPION IS A DISGRACE AND SHOWS JUST HOW PATHETIC THIS COMPANY HAS BECOME WITH YOU AS COMMISSIONER!!

The Butcher: Hey, I'm not the one who had their ass kicked in a cage by a blind guy.

Wren Chesney: FUC—

Kurt Kaiser: Wren! Everybody! Please! Be quiet! All this bickering will not be beneficial to the Premiere Wrestling Alliance or ratings. No sense in arguing if there isn't any money to be made.

Donail Swiggette: Agreed.

Ryu Sawada: I think you two hate each other, hate must be exercised.

Kurt Kaiser: I agree. Perhaps to settle this once and for all, you two should face each other in a match.

The Butcher: That's what I like do hear!

Nightmare: I am afraid I cannot allow that.

Ryu Sawada: Who this guy?

[ Nightmare steps forward and puts his hand out in front of Sawada to introduce himself. ]

Nightmare: Mr. Nightmare is my name. Professional protective services is my game.

[ Sawada just stares at Nightmare's hand and doesn't shake it while the Commissioner pushes Nightmare back towards the doorway. ]

The Butcher: Stay out of this Nightmare!

Nightmare: Hey now, your lovely wife contracted me to keep you out of trouble. Especially trouble that may find you wrestling in a ring again. So it is my duty to step in and make sure you don't get yourself hurt.

The Butcher: Donail Swiggette will not hurt me! I'll hurt him! Now stay out of my business damn it!

Ryu Sawada: Ahh, Donail Swiggette face Mista Night-ah-mare then?

The Butcher: I can fight my own battles thank you!

Donail Swiggette: I refuse to step into the ring and fight this idiot. It would be counter productive to my current restraining order which is being breached by this man being here right now! Besides, I am a business man. I don't pursue such physical altercations unless it is profitable.

Kurt Kaiser: Fine then but we need to settle this and make it a ratings winner. Donail, since you say the locker room will not work for the Commissioner then lets put this to the test. Commissioner, I want you to find four wrestlers that will step into the ring and wrestle for you against Donail's chosen four wrestlers. And we will do this at the pre-July 4th Violation super show for free on the PTN Network!

Ryu Sawada: We do it under Wargames rules! It be fun and make high rating!

Donail Swiggette: What's in it for me?

Kurt Kaiser: The winner gets complete control of Violation from that point forward.

The Butcher: So that means Donail Swiggette is fired and out of my hair for good?

Kurt Kaiser: I think that is fair and will do us all some good because we won't have to listen to you guys fight anymore. What do you say?

[ Commissioner Butcher sneers in the direction of Donail Swiggette, who glares at the Commissioner without much trust in his eye. ]

The Butcher: I'll do it so long as Swiggette is gone when this is done with.

Donail Swiggette: Fair enough, Commissioner. I'll have my four face your four. And when it is all said and done, you will be retired for good. That is how I conduct business.

[ The two stare each other down before shaking hands on the deal that will leave one of them removed from the PWA forever. ]

[Neil]

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SEASON OF VICTORY
Written by: John

*The crowd in Des Moines goes absolutely ballistic as TobyMac's "ShowStopper" begins to blare, and out from the back steps the brand-new PWA World Heavyweight and Light Heavyweight Champion Jack Gaither, who looks mighty good in his vintage Kurt Warner Iowa Barnstormers jersey. Tonight, "The Golden Eagle" wears the World Heavyweight Championship on his right shoulder and a large, bulky icepack on his left shoulder and upper arm. This way, he can carry the Light Heavyweight Championship--and a microphone--in his left hand and allow himself to freely move the joints on his lower arm; oh lookie here, he's doing just that as he slowly walks toward the ring and lets the fans' reaction tell the story.*

FREDDY FERDINAND (voice): Ladies and gentlemen, the NEEEWWWWW World Heavyweight Champion: Jack Gaither!

CARL FRANKS: A little over three-and-a-half years ago, a 25 year old by the name of Jack Gaither made his wrestling debut in Asylum Championship Wrestling before finding his way into the old Authentic Wrestling Gods organization. Many have said that he was a raw talent that, although good at his craft, could never win the big one. On September 7, 2008, he would sign a record-breaking $40 million contract the Premiere Wrestling Alliance, but no one knew that the following year, "The Golden Eagle" was about to go through some of the worst moments of his life. The list of Gaither family members who have had their lives tragically cut short in 2009 is an extensive one, but through all the sadness, through all the heartbreak, and through all the losing, Jack Gaither never gave up hope. Now, "The Golden Eagle" has cemented his place at the top of the mountain as the PWA's biggest rising star!

*Jack hands the smaller Light Heavyweight Championship belt to an attendant, who has graciously volunteered to hold onto it for him; with the World Heavyweight Championship belt still placed on his right shoulder, the Morgantown native slowly makes his way to the ring as the music fades out. The fans are all standing and cheering as one, and Jack takes the time to survey the crowd as he switches the mike from his left hand to his right.*

FANS: GAITHER! GAITHER! GAITHER! GAITHER! GAITHER! GAITHER! GAITHER! GAITHER!

*"The Golden Eagle" looks at the many pro-Gaither signs in the audience and simply nods his head; he manages to eke out a smile when he sees one particular sign that reads "YOU'VE COME A LONG WAY FROM SEATTLE, CHAMP."*

RAY QUADROS: "You've come a long way from Seattle?"

CARL: I believe Seattle was the place where Jack attempted suicide back in March of last year.

RAY: And the cops rushed in and stopped him from ending it all.

*Jack's grin grows wider by the moment as he tries to raise up the mike to speak--but it's to no avail as the crowd continues its ovation.*

FANS: GAITHER! GAITHER! GAITHER! GAITHER! GAITHER! GAITHER! GAITHER! GAITHER!

*For the next three-and-a-half minutes, the standing ovation continues uninterrupted. The humbled Champion can only nod his head and smile, adjusting his new prize to make sure that every single person can see the "JACK GAITHER" nameplate on the bottom of the World Heavyweight title belt. After what seems to be an eternity, the ovation dies down slowly as Jack raises the stick up to his lips.*

JACK GAITHER: What's up Des Moines?

*Another pop from the crowd ensues as the Morgantown native looks around the entire arena and takes in the moment.*

JACK: Ya know what's funny? My story reminds everyone of the Dallas Mavericks: they were good at first, had some rocky and lean times, but now it looks like they're gonna join yours truly at the top of the sporting world tonight if they can beat the crap outta Miami in Game 6 of their series.

*The fans in Iowa seem to hate LeBron James just as much as "The Golden Eagle" does, and they cheer when he mentions the Mavericks being up 3-2 in the NBA Finals against Miami.*

JACK: Nearly three years ago, I signed up with PWA for a record $40 million, and people continued to criticize me because, to them, I wasn't worth the investment. Those people didn't realize that I wasn't about to give up and die, and now it's so DAMN good to be here in Des Moines tonight as the NEW World's Champ!

FANS: GAITHER! GAITHER! GAITHER! GAITHER! GAITHER! GAITHER! GAITHER! GAITHER!

JACK: For a long time, I've had these demons in my personal basement, but tonight, they're gone for good! Tonight--

FANS: GAITHER! GAITHER! GAITHER! GAITHER! GAITHER! GAITHER! GAITHER! GAITHER!

*Another standing ovation takes place, and it becomes apparent that Jack is humbled by the entire experience as a single tear rolls from his right eye.*

JACK: Tonight, we celebrate the beginning of a brand-new season: the Season of Victory! And I promise you all...that I'm gonna sit there and run with the World Heavyweight and Light Heavyweight Championships for as long as I can--because the journey doesn't end simply because I won those belts. No--the journey is only beginning. I love you all--have a good one!

*"ShowStopper" plays again as Jack smiles at the cheering audience that's in front of him. We now cut to the obligatory Bowflex commercial.*

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REGULAR RULES
- Swiggette Main Event -
Chris 'Technical Perfection' Card vs. Captain Howdy
Written by: Neil

Referee Sasha Brown makes her way down to the ring in her skin tight, cleavage cut striped referee shirt and mini skirt. The male members of the crowd hoot and holler at her fantastic refereeing body, bringing her to a blush. She steps into the ring and prepares it for the next match.

Franks: Well, Ray. I'm prepared to finish this once and for all. Who is the better man, Chris Card or Captain Howdy?

Quadros: And for once can we not have Sasha Brown determine the damn outcome?

IT'S AN OMEN!

Every spolight in the arena turns a deep purple and focuses on the entrance gate as the opening line of "Omen" by The Prodigy sounds out. As the techno beats begin pumping around the arena, Chris Card, Natasha and Mr. Murphy walk out into the entrance and throw their signature poses, the crossed heart, the spider and the restrained hand. The three strut, sashay and lumber their respective ways down to the ring. Mr. Murphy parts the roper fot the other two before stepping over the ropes into the ring. The three move toward the centre of the ring and pose again.

Franks: Look at Natasha stare down Referee Brown like she is going to whip her again. Don't back down Sasha!

Quadros: Natasha had to whip her like a child to get her back in line, Carl. That woman is like the mother of PWA.

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

Franks: Last time at Vow 4, Captain Howdy fell victim to 'Hungry' Jack Swanson in the Premiere Championship match. But truth be told, we have since learned that Nadia Snow had her baby that morning! So congratulations to Captain Howdy and Nadia.

Quadros: Excuses! He just wasn't good enough to match up with Swanson and now he's covering his failures with the birth of a child!

Franks: You mean to tell me he planned this 9 months ago to cover for losing to Swanson, a man who wasn't even in PWA 9 months ago?

Quadros: Exactly! Captain Howdy is a evil genius after all.

Captain Howdy removes his jacket and places it over the turnbuckles while Chris Card paces back and forth, hearing final words of encouragement from Natasha. Referee Sasha Brown calls for the bell...DING! And we are underway!

Chris Card charges in for a clench early on in this match-up but Howdy isn't going to back down as the two clash in the middle. Arm and shoulder tie up leads to a knee to the midsection by Captain Howdy to gain an early advantage. Sinking in a side headlock, Howdy reaches up with a punch to the exposed head of Chris Card. Card shakes it off as he walks away but unwisely turns his back on Captain Howdy. Howdy makes him pay with a kick right to the spine, sending Chris Card sprawling into a corner.

Chris Card looks to get out of the corner but Captain Howdy comes in with a punch to the kidney to stop him in his tracks. Howdy rakes the eyes of Chris Card but keeps him in the corner with a follow up forearm to the face. Kick to the midsection in the corner now by Captain Howdy as Natasha is all ready fit to be tied over what has taken place so far. Referee Brown asks for a clean break which Captain Howdy gives his opponent fairly.

Chris Card takes the opening gladly and turns the tables on Howdy in the corner! Right hand by Card! Another! Another! Another! Captain Howdy tries to make it out of the corner but Chris Card blasts him with a European uppercut! Card follows up with an Irish whip towards the ropes! Captain Howdy bounces off and eats a roundhouse kick to the face by the High Finance member!

Franks: Nasty kick to the head there by the former MMA fighter!

Card urges Howdy to get back to his feet and he does only to get caught by a Chris Card knee to the side of the head! 'Technical Perfection' Chris Card sneaks around the back and sinks in for a stiff German suplex! BAM! Captain Howdy is laid out on the mat after that, leaving him prone for Card's follow up knee drop to the forehead! Chris Card hooks the leg! ...1!...2!...KICK OUT says Referee Sasha Brown!

Chris Card pulls Howdy up by the hair and gives him a quick vertical suplex! While Captain Howdy clutches his back, Card rains down a series of stomps to aggrivate the problem. Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Another stomp, another, another! Now Chris Card gets down and starts hammering away at Howdy with a closed right fist! Right! Right! Right! Right! Referee Sasha Brown starts a count while the crowd starts to boo Chris Card heavily. Right hand! 1!... Right! 2!... Right! 3!... Another right fist! 4!... Chris Card backs off before he gets himself disqualified.

Franks: Those were some stiff punches there by Chris Card as he looks to make Donail Swiggette proud for signing him to an exclusive contract.

Quadros: This is the only way to assure Card gets treated fairly here in PWA.

Ignoring the referee now, Chris Card drags up Captain Howdy and whips him hard into the turnbuckles. BAM! Here comes Card with a full head of steam and...NO! Howdy rolls out of the way but Card stops his momentum before he crashes! He takes a wild swing at Howdy out of the corner! Ducked by Captain Howdy! Howdy goes around the back and lands a backdrop which causes Card to arch his spine on the mat!

Captain Howdy begins a series of revenge stomps himself near the corner. Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Chris Card rolls out of the ring to save his bacon from the stomps, drawing a warning from Referee Brown to return to the ring. Captain Howdy steps out of the ring now to give chase despite the fact Natasha and Mr. Murphy are lerking around ringside. Howdy punches the exposed back of Card to let him know he's there. Howdy whips Card back first into the barrier while Referee Sasha Brown starts the count! 1!... Howdy grabs the head of Card and bounces him face first off the ring apron! 2!... Again Howdy bounces Card's head off the apron! 3!... Howdy isn't listening to Brown at all and continues to target the back of Card replies by whipping him back first into the steel steps! BANG!

Franks: Oh!

Natasha is barking at Captain Howdy, trying hard to get him unfocused. Now Mr. Murphy is bringing himself into the scene but not attacking yet. 4!... Captain Howdy ignores the two managers and pulls Chris Card up off the floor. He swoops around the back for another backdrop, this time onto the barely padded floor! Ouch! Card archs his spine in pain once again on the floor!

Quadros: Damn it! This is cheating! I thought Captain Howdy was a changed man?

5!... Again Referee Sasha Brown warns Howdy to bring the action back into the ring. He shrugs his shoulders and grabs Chris Card by the head. Rolling his opponent back into the ring, Howdy slides in himself and makes a cover! 1!....2!...THR...KICK OUT!!

Captain Howdy applies a full nelson on the seated Chris Card only to rock back into a full nelson suplex! Oh! Card shoots up in pain from the quick snap only to eat a follow up kick to the head by Howdy! Captain Howdy hooks the leg again! 1!...2!...THRE...KICK OUT!! Chris Card slowly starts to get to his feet and feels his backside in pain. Captain Howdy jumps on him and applies the Pendulum! Abdominal stretch! Elbow to the midsection! Abdominal stretch back into another elbow to the midsection!

Franks: That can't be good for the back of Chris Card! Captain Howdy came in here with a game plan and he's executing it to perfection.

Quadros: It doesn't help that this damn referee is giving him all the rope in the world!

Howdy holds onto that abdominal stretch, getting a groan from Chris Card! He releases a bit and blasts in a few elbows to the midsection. Abdominal stretch re-applied! Referee Sasha Brown asks Card if he wants to give up? NO is the reply! Howdy hits a couple more elbows to the midsection. Abdominal stretch re-applied! Card yells as Referee Brown asks again! Do you give up? NO! Card does NOT give up! Captain Howdy releases the Pendulum only to counter with a German suplex that flattens Chris Card on the mat! Captain Howdy STOMACH CLAW!!

Franks: Now Howdy is working that abdomin!

Howdy sinks in the stomach claw even further on the mat! Chris Card yells out in pain while Referee Brown asks him again if he wants to give up at all? The answer is NO! Captain Howdy sinks the claw in even deeper! Chris Card puts a perfect thumb right to the eye of Captain Howdy, sending the former World Champion stumbling backwards, holding his eye!

Quadros: Card has all the technical skills in the book mastered, Carl. But a well placed thumb to the eye will always do the trick!

Chris Card gets back to his feet as Captain Howdy is scrambling. Right hand by Card! Right hand! Right! Right! Right! Captain Howdy responds with a clothesline! Chris Card ducks and kicks Howdy in the midsection. Hangman's Neckbreaker! Captain Howdy pops back to his feet but his legs are wobbling! PERFECT standing dropkick by Card knocks Howdy backwards into a corner! Here comes Chris Card with a running full head of steam! Connects with a vicious cyber knee strike to the head! Captain Howdy is wobbling out of the corner, completely stunned!

Franks: What a shot!

Chris Card follows up with a Left Roundhouse Kick to the midsection of the stunned Howdy! Right Roundhouse Kick to the midsection! Left Roundhouse Kick to the midsection! Spinning Crescent Kick! Finally, a spinning backfist drops Captain Howdy like a bad habit! Natasha damn near jumps out of her clothes with joy! Chris Card scoops the leg for the cover! 1!...2!...THRE...KICK OUT!!

Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Get him Chris yells Natasha! The High Finanace member grabs Captain Howdy by the arms and applies a hammerlock. Pulling Howdy up with the move locked on, he quickly SPIKES Captain Howdy face first into the canvass with an inverted DDT...CARDIAC ARREST ALPHA! Natasha is real happy now! Even Mr. Murphy is smiling after that! Chris Card doesn't take the time to show any emotion as he hooks the leg for the victory pinfall ...1!...2!...2.9999884347313154!! CLUTCH KICK OUT from Captain Howdy! "Howdy! Howdy! Howdy!"

Franks: What a near fall!

Quadros: Damn it! That was a three count!

Natasha thought it was too as she's jumped up onto the ring apron to escoriate Referee Sasha Brown for her calls tonight. Natasha is barking and barking and barking at Brown who now turns around to say something back!

Franks: Uh oh, it looks like Brown and Natasha are about to get into it! Good for Referee Brown!

Quadros: You are a referee woman! You don't have any opinion!

Natasha and Referee Sasha Brown are face to face, bitching up a storm as only the ropes seperate them. Mr. Murphy is as sneaky as a man his size can be as he slides into the ring from the other side.

Franks: No damn it! We're going to have a 2-on-1 assault of Captain Howdy again! This is all just a ploy by Natasha! I just know it!

Chris Card pulls the stunned Captain Howdy up and locks him up from behind while Natasha keeps Referee Brown at bay. Mr. Murphy steps backwards as Chris Card lays out the game plan. Mr. Murphy runs forward with a big running kick to the head!...NO! Captain Howdy broke free and Chris Card ate the kick to the face! Down goes Chris Card! Mr. Murphy grabs his face in shock over what happened!

Franks: Card and Company's plan may have been botched!

Quadros: No damn it! NOOOO!

Captain Howdy takes advantage of Mr. Murphy being shocked by kicking him in the midsection. Roll the Dice Neckbreaker!! Murphy is down and Natasha flips out on the ring apron! She's trying to get Referee Brown to turn around and disqualify Captain Howdy for attacking Mr. Murphy. Referee Sasha Brown doesn't bother to turn around as she grabs Natasha by the head and gives her a whiplash stunner across the top rope! The crowd BLOWS UP with a cheer!

Franks: Referee Sasha Brown just took out Natasha!!

Quadros: Fire her! Fire her now!

Referee Brown is pointing at Natasha, who is out on the floor, telling her to get lost. She is being thrown out of ringside! Regardless, Captain Howdy now has the stunned Chris Card up and hits his Dragon suplex! The crowd cheers as they know what is next! He has Chris Card up and puts him in position....PLAYTIME'S OVER!! Chris Card spiked onto his head! Here comes Referee Brown as Captain Howdy makes the cover...1!...2!....THREE!! DING! DING! DING!

Ferdinand: The winner of this match....CAPTAIN HOOOOWWWWDY!!

"Captain Howdy" kicks back up as Referee Sasha Brown holds his hand up in victory. Howdy soaks in the cheers before grabbing his jacket off of the turnbuckle and putting it back on. Now he has his cane, rolling out of the ring, Captain Howdy begins to walk backstage as if nothing happened at all and he did a job well done! Referee Sasha Brown calls on the PWA cleaning crew to come down to ringside and clean up this mess.

Quadros: Brown will pay for this! She is an agent for the Commissioner! I just know it!

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NIGHTRIDER'S ANNOUNCEMENT
Written by: Sam

Quadros: You know what Carl I am sick of your attitude, all you do during matches is undermine me!

Franks: Undermine YOU? Are you serious?

Quadros: Yeah I am serious you have to be the MOST bias person I have ever met.

Franks: I honestly can’t believe I am hearing this.

Just as the announcers hit their usual pick of arguments “Nightrider” By Queensrÿche kicks in over the speakers, the arena hits pitch black, the music isn’t known to the PWA fans who eagerly anticipate the arrival; strobe lights flash around the arena as a lone man with long black hair, black shades, leather jacket and black jeans steps out onto the entrance ramp, he holds his arms in the air as a spot light shines down on him causing the fans to realise who it is and give off an almighty cheer.

Franks: IT’S WRESTLING LEGEND LOGAN STEEL!

Quadros: I used to like this guy until he viciously attacked Brutus Pryde last week and almost ruined a perfect match.

Logan Steel looks around the arena and smiles, nodding his head in time to his 80’s hair metal music and then walks to the ring with a microphone cupped in his hand. He rolls inside the ring and then stands dead centre as the lights return to normal.

“LOGAN! LOGAN! LOGAN!” chants fill the arena thus putting a smile on the face of this wrestling great, he holds his hand up in the air while softly saying the word “Thank You” thus ushering the crowd to slowly turn their chants to a whisper.

Logan: It’s good to be back here in PWA! A company I only wrestled for once in my career against former PWA heavyweight champion Nighthawk!

“Nighthawk” chants begin to start as Logan smiles and locks eyes with the camera man.

Quadros: What a kiss ass.

Logan: Which brings me to my announcement and why I returned to PWA at Vow 4; firstly I want to say my interference in the Omar Owens Vs Zex match was neither unprovoked nor unjust. You see the network laid down the law that members of Zex’s Entourage were banned from ringside, but somehow by hook or crook “The Artist” screwed his way to becoming the PrimeTime champion.

Quadros: Who cares what The Network think! It has nothing to do with you Steel.

Logan: Which brings me to my announcement; little over two months ago I received a call back in London, a call which informed me that Zex was using my old shtick that he was draining blood and mentioning me by name on numerous occasions. That he was trying to use my legacy for is own gain and so I flew to America had a few meetings and low and behold here I am. Now before I get onto business I want to say a few things about my legacy and why Zex has stolen it...You see I have had many a student over my years in the wrestling business.

He pauses for a moment thinking back to his students.

Logan: My first student to make it to the big time was known to many as “Neon Leon;” I took this young flamboyant skinny little boy and turned him into a wrestling icon, I taught him to fight through the stereotypes and the shackles of his sexuality to succeed in this industry.

The fans begin to chant “Neon One” over and over, thus proving that despite being gay they accepted his wrestling ability.

Logan: I also mentored a man by the name of....Evan Andrews (The fans pop loudly), who I saw not only a lot of talent in but the ability to become a champion and a leader, I feel privileged to have trained with this man and watch him grow in to not only one of the greatest wrestlers of all time but a great mentor and trainer himself..

“Evan, Evan, Evan” chants feel the arena.

Logan: Not to mention the barbaric monster know to the PWA fan base as Valentine Lionheart!

Fans cheer and boo in unison, it seems that even to this day the mention of Valentine Lionheart still splits a crowd in half. Logan taps his microphone and continues.

Logan: And with Valentine I became a father, a mentor and the man who would aid him in controlling his demons and focusing his rage instead of losing his temper like a wild animal.

Quadros: See I told you he is a kiss ass.

Franks: He is talking about his students of whom he respects and they respect him, how does that make him a kiss ass?

Quadros: It just does, all he is doing is saying nice things!

Logan: Now to the final two...the first is Nighthawk; I took a different approach with this young kid, I challenged him to face me as many times as possible, I beat him hard until he beat me back, I stretched him good until he stretched me back and I trained him to be the best in the world and by god I don’t think there is another man on this roster with as much in their arsenal as Nighthawk, and when I saw him at Vow with two titles It made me proud to call this man my student.

“Nighthawk! Nighthawk! Nighthawk!” Logan claps his hands as the fans raise the roof.

Logan: And then...There was...Zack...E...Xavier!

The fans react like Logan Steel had just insulted their mothers except for this small portion of Zex fans which have been turning up in PWA over the past month.

Logan: What can I say about “The Artist” except...He didn’t get it, I tried so hard to help Zack but he never understood my teachings instead he twisted them to suit his own...

And with that “Stinkfist” By Tool kicks in and out from behind the curtain steps Zex and Brutus Pryde, Zex is holding a microphone while Pryde is holding a steel chair.

Zex: Is that so Logan...Then why oh why did you give me that wooden box? Why did you leave me with that final message one that will live on in history forever.

Logan: Did you even understand what was inside?

Zex: Loud and clear! Which is why Brutus here is three seconds away from breaking your neck, and ending you for good!

Zex points as Brutus begins to march his way down to the ring, but before he can get to the ring a wall of security guards enter through the crowds and cut him off both Zex and Pryde isntalty begin to lose their tempers.

Zex: Logan you piece of...

Logan: Cut his microphone will you.

And sure enough Zex’s microphone is cut, he seethes in anger and throws the microphone into the crowd before running down the ramp, attempting to make a break through security.

Logan: You really don’t get it do you Zack? You really don’t know why I am back, why I am in this ring, why I have been given the authority to call security and speak candily in this ring tonight...Do you remember I mentioned I had some meetings here in America? Well I had meetings with...The Network!

The fans again cheer his name hoping that this inst a one off and that they will see Logan Steel again here in PWA.

Franks: A Meeting with The Network?

Quadros: Yeah they probably want to do one of those reality TV shows, they could call it “Logan Knows Best” or something?

Logan: And in these meetings we agreed on terms, terms to MY NEW CONTRACT HERE IN PWA AS A NETWORK EXECUTIVE!

The fans blow the roof one more time cheering Logan as Zex looks stunned and buries his head in his hand.

Logan: I have been hired by The Network as their go between, I am have been relying the views of The Network to The Butcher and then relaying his views back to The Network. These match stipulations that have been put in place over the past few weeks Zack have been done so by me and The Butcher, you claim their to be a big conspiracy but in truth I am just protecting The Networks investment in PWA, I was hired by them because of Donail Swiggette and his greedy attempts to take power away from The Butcher, while this makes for interesting television it could also end up in disaster if a judicator wasn’t put in place...And that Judicator is me!

With that said Zex throws a tantrum and begins to walk to the back with Brutus Pryde when Logan says one last thing.

Logan: Oh and your match tonight with Slade and Sandman...Will now be contested under NO HOLDS BARRED RULES! Let’s see how cocky you are now you know that Slade and Sandman can do anything they like!

Quadros: This is bullshit! Logan can’t do that! Who gave him the right!

Franks: The Network gave him the right, that’s who!

Quadros: Wren Chesney and Donail Swiggette won’t be happy about this, wait until I tell them!

Franks: I think they already know.

“Nightrider” By Queensrÿche plays loud as the Network's Judicator holds his hands in the air in the center of the ring.

[Neil]

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REGULAR RULES
Jacob Smith vs. Eric McLean
Written by: Andrew

~ With the arena encased in darkness some fans begin holding up lighters. A low melodic guitar riff begins, and then leads into the haunting voice of Miles Kennedy as “Slip to the Void” by Alter Bridge begins to play.~

-Slip to the void
-To the dark
-To the fall
-Crawl to the life you should have known
-You should never come this way
-To test the hands of fate
-You don't belong here

~ Cheers erupt as Jacob Smith steps out into a spotlight that was shining down on the ramp way.~

-Peel back the skin
-Close your eyes
-Hell is born
-To the abyss, but be warned
-You fear what you've become
-My God what have you done?
-You don't belong here

~ The softer, haunting tone of the song gives way to a heavier beat and more aggressive growl from Kennedy as the spotlight follows the Smith, who begins to walk towards the ring. He climbs up the steps and into the ring where he waits for his opponent. ~

~ Flogging Molly's "Black Friday Rule" blasts over the PA system, and the crowd rises to their feet and pops when twin bursts of red pyro erupt during the first notes of the son. They continue to cheer when Eric McLean inside the arena, along with his lovely wife, Sadie Sanderson, during the acoustic section of the introduction. Sadie takes the lead, urging the crowd to make even more nose, and the spectators in attendance seem happy to oblige this request. Grinning sheepishly, Eric follows her down the ramp, taking time to slap some of the fans hands that are being extended toward him. As they reach the ring, Eric nods and grins at his spouse, before he slides under the bottom rope and takes a deep breath as he waits for the match to begin. ~

~ The two competitors exchange quick, respectful nods at the sound of the bell; after a moment spent circling the ring, the two decide to dispense with any further feeling process and make the mutual decision to lunge forward into a lock-up. Jacob and Eric spend a few seconds jockeying for position until Eric gains control by scrambling around his rival and applying a rear waist-lock. McLean instantly lifts his opponent up and slams him down hard onto his stomach, and then rolls him over onto his back and arches into a bridge for the first pin-fall attempt of the match: 1...2...Jacob rolls out of the pinning combination back to a seated position; and then proceeds to work his way to his knees and then performs a nice Granby Roll to put Eric onto his back. Now it's Jacob's turn to arch back into a bridge, forcing his opponent's shoulders to the mat for a pinning attempt of his own: 1...2...Kick Out! ~

~ The two men scramble back to their feet as the crowd applauds the exchange, and pause for a moment before they engage in another lock-up. This time, it's Jacob who gains control by dropping down into a quick Arm-drag, and then chaining into a kneeling arm-bar. Eric winces as his opponent applies pressure to the hold, but keeps his cool and quickly works his way to his feet. The former Jake Keeton responds by stomping down hard on the back of Eric's leg, forcing him back down to one knee, and then delivers a stiff elbow to the limb he's holding. McLean grimaces, but quickly regains his composure, and responds by performing a smooth roll through into position that allows him to arch back into a bridge and snap off a nasty kick into his opponent's arm, causing Jacob to grunt in pain! ~

~ As Sadie applauds her husband, Eric quickly rises to his feet and grabs the targeted arm and then immediately drops into a Double Knee Arm-breaker! Keet...um...Smith curses as he drops to his knees, and clutches his limb, and McLean quickly takes advantage of the situation by wrapping the injured arm around his leg and rolling his opponent into a Magistral Cradle for another pinfall attempt: 1...2...T-Shoulder Up! Undaunted, McLean grabs Smith's damage arm and bends it behind him into a Hammerlock; he then spins his opponent around and takes him over into a Bridging Northern Lights Suplex in another attempt to gain the win: 1...2...TH-Shoulder Up Again! Red remains unfazed and applies the hammerlock, and then takes him over again, this time into a Vertical Suplex variation; instead of going for the pin, McLean rolls through the move and coverts the hold into a Kimura Armlock in an effort to secure the submission! ~

~ Dueling chants of "Tap!" and "Please Don't Tap!" erupt throughout the arena as Eric starts to crank on the hold, causing Jacob to yell in agony. Andy Sheppard asks Jacob if he wants to call it a night..."Hell no!". Instead Smith wills himself back to his feet and then displays some impressive power by lifting his foe up then falls backward into a sick modified Back Bodydrop Driver that spikes Mclean head-first into the mat! OH! Both men remain down following this exchange, with McLean clutching his head and his foe desperately trying to shake some feeling back into his arm. After a moment, Jacob rises to his feet and then pulls Eric up by the hair and sends him reeling back into the corner with a European Uppercut. As his fans cheer, Smith back up to the other side of the ring, and charges forward into a stiff Running Corner Elbow that causes a groggy Eric to stumble out of the corner; Keeton...um...Smith...Then races off the ropes and follows up with a wicked Running Lariat that connects with such force that it causes Mclean to flip in mid-air before he crashes to the mat! ~

~ Having completed his signature strike sequence, Smith then drops down and applies the cover to his stricken opponent: 1...2...Thr-NO! McLean kicks out! Jacob just shrugs and pulls his rival off the mat by the arm and pulls him into a Short-Arm Clothesline. Smith pulls Eric back up and connects with a second Short-Arm Clothesline that drops him like a bad habit. Once again, Jacob pulls his rival back to his feet, but this time he pulls him into his grasp and sends him crashing onto his head and shoulders with a well executed Exploder Suplex! Smith then rises to his feet and applies the cover, making certain to hook the leg as the ref tolls the count: 1...2...THRE-NO! Shoulder up at the last moment! Eric's fans cheer the kid's toughness, but his opponent doesn't seem quite as impressed, because he simply pulls his rival back to his feet and then takes him over with a nice Dragon Suplex! Jacob then rolls through the move and then connects with a Tiger Suplex. Once again, Smith rolls through his feet and then connects with a Pumphandle Suplex that sends Eric crashing to the mat yet again! ~

Quadros: TRI-PL...

Franks: MULTI-PLEX, you mean! Remember...We can't use the old names to describe the move sequence we just witnessed!

Quadros: Fine...Whatever! The fact is, no matter what it's called, that should be enough to finish the match!

~ The Wrestler Formerly Known as Jake Keeton appears to agree, because he breaks out into a slight grin as he drops down and hooks the leg on the ensuing cover: 1...2...THREE! NO! WAIT! NOT THREE! ERIC KICKED OUT! Sadie lets out a joyous cry and begins to cheer her husband on, but Jacob isn't about to allow his opponent to get his hopes up and simply pulls him into a grounded version of the Dragon Sleeper/Bodyscissors combo that he now calls NAP TIME! McLean's eyes go wide with pain and his opponent applies pressure to the choke, and for a moment it appears as though he's about to contemplate the idea of tapping out! But in the next moment, he forces himself to stand up and then drops down into a modified Backpack Stunner that causes Smith to stumble back into the ropes! Jacob manages to shake off the effects of the last move, and quickly charges at his rising opponent...But Eric manages to time his opponent and meets him with a beautiful Standing Dropkick that sends him crashing to the mat as if shot! ~

Franks: SEEING RED!

~ Once again, both men remain on the canvas following that last exchange; but even though McLean is obviously still feeling the effects of all the abuse he suffered, he's still better off than his opponent and after a few moments manages to get up and dive on top of his opponent for a pin-fall attempt: 1...2...TH-NO! Kick Out by Smith just before the three count. Red sighs slightly in disappointment quickly pulls himself together and waits for his opponent to rise; he then sends him staggering backward into the ropes with his own series of alternating jabs to the body and head, and then whips him into the ropes and then leaps up to catch him flush in the face with a sick Jumping Superkick! SEEING RED! COVER! 1...2....THREE-NO! Jacob JUST manages to kick out at the last possible moment! ~

~ Sadie groans and pounds the mat in frustration, and Eric's mouth drops open in disbelief because he could have sworn he got all of that Super-kick. But after a moment, he hears his wife advise him to keep the pressure on and not give his opponent any chance to recover. With that in mind, McLean pulls his rival up by the arm and twists it into an arm-wringer; he then drapes his leg across the arm and spikes his foe to the mat with a nasty Arm-scissor DDT! SCARLET FEVER! As Red's fan's and his wife cheer their lungs out, McLean shoots the half nelson and rolls his opponent over to cover, making certain to hook the leg on the ensuing count: 1...2...THREEEEEENOOOOO! Another Kick Out by Smith! Now Jacob's fans' let out a loud cheer, while Eric flops on the mat and takes deep breaths of air in an effort to keep his emotions in check. After a moment he climbs to his feet and waits for his opponent to drag himself off the mat, before he slides behind him and starts to apply the Cross-face Chicken Wing that sets up either his ERIC'S TRIP Millennium Suplex, or CRIMSON TIDE submission finisher....!!!~

~ But Smith seems to know that this is coming, because as soon as Eric starts to cinch it in he desperately lunges forward and JUST manages to hook his hands around the ropes near one of the corners, and hangs onto them even as his opponent tries with all his might to pull him back into the Eric's Trip! Finally, Eric releases his grip at the count of four; only to plant him with a stiff series of forearms that leave him slumped against the turnbuckles. Eric then whips his opponent back first into the corner, and tries to follow him in with a Flying Corner Knee Strike to the face! NOBODY HOME! Smith dives out of the way, and as Eric stumbles backward on the impact, capitalizes on the opening by jumping to the top rope and sailing off into a Missile Dropkick to the face! McLean sprawls to the mat against the opposite set of turnbuckles, and Smith follows up with another Dropkick...this one a Running Hesitation Dropkick that connects FLUSH against the face of his battered opponent! ~

~ Sensing that he has his opponent in a bad way, Smith quickly pulls his rival away from the ropes and then vaults to the top rope again before making a shooting motion with his hand down at his opponent and leaping off into a spectacular Shooting Star Legdrop that connects flush across his rival's neck! SHOOT TO THRILL! As his fans pop for one of his best known moves, Jacob smiles and applies the cover, making certain to hook both legs: 1...2....THREEEEEENOOOOO! Another Kick Out! Now it's Smith's turn to look completely aghast, and Sadie's turn to cheer, but Smith quickly regroups and then pulls his rival back to his feet before applying a front face-lock so that he can end matters with the Rolling Neckbreaker he calls IDENTITY CRISIS! WAIT! ERIC COUNTERS! Somehow, McLean is able to lift his opponent up by the legs and fall backward into a Hotshot that drops Smith throat first across the top rope! Jacobs staggers backward, and can't defend himself when Eric applies the Cross-face Chicken Wing and takes him over into THE ERIC'S TRIP! BRIDGE! COVER!
1...........2.............THREEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOOO! Smith JUST managed to kick out at 2.999999999!!!!!!!~

~ McLean and his wife both exchange looks of complete shock, and Sadie shakes his head and mouths the words "You gotta finish this now, Red", to which Eric replies by nodding and saying "I know, babe...I know". McLean's eyes then burn with fiery determination as he pulls his opponent back to his feet and doubles him over with a kick to the gut. Eric then sets him up for the RED ALERT...NO! NOW SMITH COUNTERS! Somehow, Jacob finds a way to pick his opponent up by the legs and then charges forward and rams him back first into the turnbuckles! Smith then proceeds to deliver a nice Belly to Belly Suplex out the corner that sends his opponent flying across the ring! After taking a deep breath, Smith ducks out to the ring apron and then waits for McLean to rise and then spring baords off the top rope into a Dragonrana that's meant to end the match! NO! Eric catches him, power-bombs him down, and in one smooth motion,somersaults forward into a Jack-knife pinning combination! ~

ONE...TWO...THREE-NOOOOOO!! SO CLOSE! BUT SMITH KICKS OUT AND IS STILL IN THIS!

~ Eric glares down at his rival as the latter starts to struggle to his feet, and then wraps him up in a tight clinch and buries knee after knee into his gut! McLean then pulls his opponent into a Butterfly Lock, and then lifts him up with the intent of connecting with a Double Underhook Cross Armbreaker in order to finally convince his opponent to quit and bring an end to this hard fought match! NO! Can you believe this!? Keet....Um...Smith blocks by shifting his weight, and then immediately twists around and pulls his opponent into a Backslide Pinning Combination! Without wasting a moment, Jacob Smith busts out a move from his sister's playbook and bridges over his rival while keeping the pinning combination locked in! Eric desperately tries to kick out out, but Smith hangs on with all his might! ~

ONE......................TWO........................THREEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*DING! DING! DING!*

*MASSIVE FACE POP!*

Ferdinand: Here is your winner.....By pin-fall....JACOB SMITH!!!!!!!!

~ Jacob rises to his feet and breaks out into a wide and very pleased grin...which fades slightly as he turns his attention to a disconsolate McLean as the latter sits against the ropes and half-heartedly accepts the words of consolation from his wife. Stepping forward, Smith extends his hand and mouths the words "Good match, Red. Hope your kid feels better." McLean breaks out into a wan smile and accepts the offer of the hand shake, and then climbs up and raises Jacob's hand in a gesture of sportsmanship. The fans cheer the newcomer, and give him a nice ovation as he and his wife exit the arena, and their cheering grows even louder as they salute the victor and chant "Welcome Home! Welcome Home!" at the top of their lungs! ~

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TAG TEAM MATCH
Zex © & Brutus Pryde vs. Jason Sandman & Slade
Written by: Sam

Franks: And now the match I have been waiting for all night, especially since Logan Steel came out here and laid down The Networks law.

Quadros: Logan Steel is just a pompous English twat; just because men like Nighthawk respect the guy doesn’t mean he has the credentials to become a Network Representative.

Before the match is underway kicks in over the speakers prompting PWA commissioner The Butcher to make his way out on stage, The Butcher gives the fans a salute and then makes his way to ringside.

Quadros: Speaking of an old man who doesn’t know when to quit here comes The Butcher.

Franks: That’s no way to talk about the man who signs your pay cheques.

Quadros: Not for long...

Franks: What did you just say?

Quadros: Oh great he is heading this way.

The Butcher makes his way to the announce table where he takes a steel chair and joins the announce team, he places on his head set and nods to the time keeper and then to Referee Steve Upshaw.

Franks: I would like to welcome you out here tonight, any reason you are at ringside?

Butcher: Actually there is, I am on a scouting mission for the big War Games match in a few weeks time, I think Jason Sandman could be the perfect candidate to step inside the cage...I take it you don’t say hello anymore Ray?

Quadros: To you? No.

Franks: Watch your mouth Ray.

Butcher: It’s ok Carl, he has his bonus coming up soon, but I may have to review it.

“Stinkfist” By Tool kicks in thus signalling the arrival of “The Artist.”

Butcher: I almost forgot Zex doesn’t care for Freddy Ferdinand calling his name does he?

Franks: Well the arrogant and disrespectful Zex doesn’t much like anyone here in PWA.

Quadros: Would you listen to you two, you sound like a couple of mothers outside school complaining about the naughty kid, Zex is an Artist and he picks and chooses who announces him to the ring, he doesn’t allow some second rate loser like Ferdinand defile his name.

Butcher: Instead he chose a nice guy like you to do it last week, I’d rather have Ferdinand announce me to the ring any day of the week.

On the stage out walks Zex clad in a long hooded robe, his face and body complete covered, he stands dead centre and raises a microphone to his lips.

Zex: First I want to introduce my Tag Team Partner this evening, he is the towering mass, the power house, the ass kicking machine...He is BRUTUS PRYDE!

From behind the curtain out steps Pryde clad in black and red MMA trunks, black and red boots and gloves and a black T-Shirt that reads “TRINTY SWALLOWS!” Pryde raises his hands in the air and stares forward with a snarl.

Quadros: Ha, ha! Trinty swallows!

Butcher: Well that ain’t no way to talk about another mans woman.

Franks: Especially a man like Slade, he will take this personally and with the new stipulation added by Logan Steel, he will want this revenge.

Zex: And now I want to introduce my VERY SPECIAL GUEST Ring Announcer for this evening, she is not only beautiful and intelligent but incredible talented and ferocious...I am of course talking about none other that...THE GOTHIC GODDESS...NATASHA!

Omen" by The Prodigy sounds as Natasha with her husband Mr Murphy make their way on stage, she offers Zex a kind nod and raises the microphone to her mouth.

Natasha: Introducing, and adding some much needed culture into your miserable little lives, he weighs in tonight at an aesthetically perfect two hundred and thirty pounds and fights out of Exhibition Place in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He is the Matisse of Matwork, the Gogin of Grappling and the Picasso of the Pinfall. He is the PWA's resident auteur and artistic genius. This... is... Zex.

With that said the lights go out, the fans cheer in awe not knowing what to expect it’s as if Natasha’s words ushered in the darkness.

Franks: What the hell is going on now?

Quadros: Well why we sit here in the dark, I have to say Butch, you missed the boat by not hiring Natasha as ring announcer she was pretty damn good.

Butcher: That she was, if only she wasn’t so PSYCHOTIC.

Suddenly a gong sounds across the arena followed by a huge Lightning Blot that hits the stage causing a spotlight to appear over the where Zex is standing, he then throws off his robe exposing a very elaborate and gothic looking wrestling attire, where he has big purple gloves and boots on, the lights slowly fade to normal and you can see that Zex is not only wearing black gothic wrestling attire but he is carrying an urn in his hand and has dyed his multicoloured hair bright GINGER!

Butcher: Zex has been playing mind games with Slade all week and I have to say the way Slade has been acting these mind games have worked.

Quadros: That’s because Zex is smarter than both Jason Sandman and Slade combined.

Butcher: Does he always run his mouth like this?

Franks: The answer is yes.

With that said Zex and Pryde make there way to the ring with huge grins on their faces, the roll inside and await for their opponents.

Ferdinand: And their opponents weighing in at a combined weight of 590Lbs, they are the team of Slade and Jason Sandman...

Live your Way comes on speakers and as it begins Deal With It Bitch Productions Presents logo come on the Teletron, as Sandman and Slade walk out on the entrance Ramp, both ready for their No Holds Barred match with Zex and Pryde, they walk to the ring confidently.

Butcher these two men have their game faces on they climb into the ring as the referee tells them the rules, “It’s tag rules, you have to tag in and out; however no holds are barred in this match up.” Slade is eager to start this match up he enters the ring and glares at Zex and Pryde while doing a little shadow boxing; Zex whispers something into Pryde’s ear and they both start laughing. Slade ushers them to bring it and so Zex steps inside the ring.

Butcher: I really wasn’t expecting Zex to start this one.

Franks: Me neither.

Quadros: What are you two, the freaking Power Twins? Sheesh you agree on everything.

Slade nods in agreement to Zex starting up and rushes in for a tie up, Zex side steps with a roll and then hits a dropkick to Slade’s back sending him into the corner where Pryde hits a couple of quick right hands knocking Slade back into a schoolboy attempt by Zex.

1
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Kickout!

Quadros: That’s skill over stupidity right there.

Slade kicks out as Zex lays motionless on the mat before doing a B-Movie style Zombie sit up impression and then gets to his feet, Slade is up and Zex gets him in a face-lock; but the bigger Slade just hoists Zex up into a back body drop causing the Canadian to hit the mat hard, Slade gets back up and stalks Zex while talking smack.

Slade reaches down taking Zex by the throat, he lifts him up and throws him into the corner where he takes a run up and hits Zex with a splash, Slade backs up for a second time and charges at Zex who this time ducks leaps and takes Slade down with a fast Neckbreaker. Zex is still hurting from the shots by Slade and so he pulls him self out of the ring.

Butcher: Despite being an absolute douche bag, you have to hand it to Zex he is talented.

Slade sits up and looks directly at Zex who is at ringside, he shakes his head as Zex marches to his corner and begins pretending to channel strength from the gold urn at ringside.

Franks: What is Zex doing!?

Butcher: trying to piss his opponents off by messing about, I’ve had a few guys do it to me in the past and I always made sure they got an ass kicking.

Slade shakes his head and rolls out of the ring, he chases after the much faster Zex to no prevail until Zex runs straight into a lariat by Jason Sandman who was ducking behind the ring steps. Sandman roll Zex inside the ring allowing Slade to re-enter and take control.

Butcher: See that’s what I need in a War-Games match someone who can decapitate another man at will.

Slade lifts Zex up and hits a long waiting delayed suplex, he rolls over for the cover but Zex kicks out at two, Slade then lifts Zex and powers him into the corner where he hits a few right hands and tags in Sandman. Sandman takes Zex in a DDT Clutch and wrenches him over with a one armed choke suplex in such a manner that he looked like he wanted to pop Zex’s head clean off.

1
2
KICK OUT!

Quadros: It will take more than that to put Zex away.

Butcher: I’m counting on it.

Sandman lifts Zex up and goes for a boot to the gut, Zex catches Sandman’s foot and hits a very quick desperation back heel Enziguri to Sandman’s jaw, both men slump, Sandman a little more aware quickly grabs Zex’s ankle while Zex is reaching out to tag in the fresh man.

Butcher: I used to cut the ring off from y opponent like that, it’s one of the techniques I employed when Omar Owens and I became TNW Tag Team Champions.

Franks: I take it Sandman is scoring some points here tonight?

Butcher: He sure is.

Zex swings another Enziguri But Sandman ducks, he has learnt his mistake, however Zex then flows down and through taking Sandman over in a roll up type manoeuvre and holds onto his tights.

1
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KICKOUT!

The force of Sandman’s kick-out sends Zex straight to his corner where he tags in the huge giant Brutus Pryde, Pryde races into the ring and spears Sandman to the mat folding him in half with his power, Pryde is up he rips of his T-Shirt that states “Trinity Swallows” and throws it at Slade, this riles Slade who attempts to enter the ring; however at this point Pryde runs at Slade and knees him right in the head slumping him to the outside.

Quadros: NOW THAT’S AMERICAN PRIDE...BY PRYDE.

Brutus turns back to Sandman and lifts him up, he hooks his head hoist him into suplex position and then turns dropping him down with a brain buster.

Quadros: I spoke to Zex and Pryde earlier on this afternoon, Pryde told me he was going to hit that move, he calls it “Swollen Pryde!”

Butcher: I’ve been hit with a move similar it’s not pretty.

Franks: When you look at Pryde’s “Wrestling” Ability the words not pretty spring to mind, he is an out and out mauler.

Pryde hooks the legs.

1
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Thr...KICKOUT!

Sandman barely kicks out of the move which causes the PWA commissioner to jump with joy. Pryde looks up only to see Slade who swings a steel chair straight to his head thus downing the big man. The ref tells Slade to exit the ring as both Sandman and Pryde lay motionless, Pryde begins to pull himself o the ropes as Sandman rolls on his front trying to catch a breather; Pryde is up and back to his feet, he turns with a rage locking eyes with Slade, Pryde runs at him and hits him with a few right hands before locking up with him and trying to pull him inside the ring, however Sandman hits a crafty low blow to Pryde and tags in Slade. “The SS” then begin laying in some heavy boots to Pryde, Slade picks up the chair and lays it down in the centre of the ring; the ref orders Sandman to the outside as Slade locks Pryde in a front face lock, he then lets go of the hold only to hit a hard elbow before locking it back in for a few more seconds.

Butcher: Not many people know this about Slade but he actually has some pretty good ground work.

Franks: I have noticed this in his past matches.

Quadros: There you go up his ass once again.

Slade lets go of the hold again, this time adopting a different lock one where he can lift his opponent by the head and stand him back up, here Slade hits a few knees and doubles Pryde, he pulls Pryde in place and gets ready for the Last Ride Slade attempts to hoist him up but failed as Pryde is too big, this gives Pryde enough time to grab Slade by the arm and whip him to the ropes, Slade bounces back and Pryde catches him and drops him down on the chair with a Black Hole Slam!

Quadros: He told me he was gonna do that too, he calls it “Et Tu Brutus!”

Franks: You’ve been spending a lot of time with Zex and Pryde since you introduced “The Artist” at Vow.

Quadros: He’s a cool guy, what can I say?

Butcher: Cool!?

Pryde hooks the leg...1...2...WHACK! Sandman hits Pryde across the back with a steel chain thus breaking up the pin, the ref tells Sandman to get out but Sandman doesn’t listen, the ref turns to The Butcher for back up but The Butcher shrugs thus allowing the interference.

Quadros: Shouldn’t you do something about this?

Butcher: What is a match of this high quality? We need a winner, lets just see what happens.

Sandman takes Pryde by the head and lifts him up dropping him head first on the steel chair with a DDT, Sandman stands and yells “FUCK THIS BITCH!” He turns only to have Zex leap from the top rope with a Hurricanranna, Sandman goes down as you notice Zex with a syringe in his hand, he plunges it into Sandman’s neck and draws his blood, as he does this Slade is up, he runs to the ropes and kicks Zex in the head, however Sandman’s blood has been taken and his is now added to the Crimson Collection.

Butcher: I like these No holds barred/ No DQ matches.

Franks: You have been in a few yourself, ha, ha ha.

Butcher: Ha, ha, ha.

Quadros: Will you two quit flirting?

Slade then takes Zex and throws him into the corner, he runs kneeing him in the midsection and then turns to Sandman and begins to try and wake him up, Sandman clutches his neck in agony as Slade helps him to his feet. Slade points at Pryde and exits the ring to get another steel chair, he throws it inside he then climbs the apron and says “This is mine!” Sandman tags him in thus making Slade the legal man and then picks up one of the chairs, both Sandman and Slade stand either side of Pryde ready to swing the chairs...

Butcher: This isn’t going to be nice.

Pryde is up...They swing...Pryde ducks causing the con-chair-to to miss, the smash the hands allowing Pryde to hit the ropes and Spear Slade to the ground, he then turns whipping Sandman to the ropes, Sandman ducks but Zex pulls the ropes down causing Sandman to fall over the top rope and to the outside. Zex exits the ring and begins to lay some hard rights on Sandman...

Quadros: Come on Pryde kick his ass.

Slade begins to stagger to his feet when Pryde knees him to the face, wraps his legs around his head and neck, tweaks then locks in Slade arm and falls onto his back with a Triabngle-Choke, he has the hold in for about three seconds and then really pulls back hard on Slade, Slade goes limp he has been in the hold for ten seconds now, The Butcher jumps out of his seat and races to ring side where he begins shouting at the referee and time keeper frantically...Slade slowly taps out with his left hand... the Triangle-Choke is too much For him to handle...

DING DING DING!

Ferdinand: HERE ARE YOU WINNERS VIA PINFALL...SLADE AND JASON SANDMAN!

Quadros: WHAT!? SLADE JUST TAPPED OUT! WHAT THE FUCK!

Pryde lets go of the hold as The Butcher begins to shout “His shoulders where on the mat for more than three seconds.” Pryde is furious, he stands up and leans over the ropes yelling abuse at the Butcher, who instantly begins to march up the entrance ramp and out of the way shaking his head and muttering to himself, Zex looks up at the Butcher and races after him up the ramp.

Quadros: What absolute BULLSHIT! What the hell was that!? First Butcher screws Zex’s contract regulations by getting him to compete on his half of the show, and now he just screwed Zex and Pryde out of a blatant win, and these sons of bitches, the ref and time keeper were in on the whole damn thing!

Franks: Butcher did what he had to do, Pryde has his shoulders down for almost fifteen seconds.

Pryde turns and spits at Slade when Sandman runs in from behind and nails him with the steel chain, Pryde stumbles as Sandman wakes Slade up, the two men then hit a few kicks to Pryde, Sandman climbs the top rope as Slade sets Pryde up in the last ride; he lifts the big man but is very weary on his feet, Sandman then jumps off the tope rope with a cross body knocking Pryde down onto the the steel chairs.

Quadros: And now an unprovoked attack, well aren’t Slade and Sandman real good guys Carl? Not only did the LOSE but now they have dropped Pryde on the back of his head.

Zex turns and races to the ring, he slides inside to check on Pryde when he notices that Slade and Sandman are standing their each of them holding a chair, the point at Zex and say the words “Con-Chair-To.” To which Zex simply raises his hands flipping the bird at both of them, he closes his eyes ready to take the move like a man when...YANK! He is pulled from the ring and to the outside by none other than Omar Owens, Owens then pulls Pryde out of the ring and turns looking at Zex saying “Not when were tag champs!”

Slade and Sandman who are still both favouring their necks from the respective choke/blood letting shout abuse down at Zex and Pryde who are confused as hell by Omar Owens actions here tonight.

[Neil]

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A NEW WEAPON
Written by: Okori

As we see video footage of Nighthawk relentlessly tapping people with a variety of submissions including his feared Hangman's Clutch, we hear his voice come over the footage.

"I've mastered a lot of submissions over the years, and every one of them is a weapon that I can use when the chance presents itself. But the next time I go against Jack Gaither, I have come to the conclusion that the Hangman's Clutch is in need of a friend, and I a new weapon. So, Jack, i want to let you know something: between now and the next time you see me, drill for the Hangman's Clutch II. What exactly is it you ask? I'm not going to tell you. But i will tell you this one thing.

Goodnight Jack. May sleep give you the courage to go on."

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LAYING OUT A CHALLENGE AND THE BIG TALKERS WON'T ANSWER
Written by: Moo

[“Victim” by Eighteen Visions begins to play throughout the arena as “Hungry” Jack Swanson makes his way down the ramp. He has a Premiere title on each one of his shoulders. He is followed closely by his new manager Ryan Shane. Both men are dressed in suits and the fans boo loudly as they continue to the ring. Once to the ring both men climb the steps and enter. Jack raises both titles into the air as Shane grabs a microphone from a ringside attendant. The music comes to a stop but the boos are still deafening. Once the crowd quiets some Shane begins to address the crowd.]

Ryan Shane: The champ is going to speak in a minute but I figured I should further explain why I am back in the PWA. Anyone who has been paying attention knows how poorly I was treated here, how time and time again I was screwed over and not give the opportunities I deserved. A man makes one mistake and it sticks with him forever! I WON'T let Jack suffer the same fate. Look at this man, he is the biggest, strongest , and meanest man the PWA has ever seen. It's only been a few short months and he is already Premiere champion. He should be challenging Jack Gaither for the World title, but for now we are content. They won't be able to hold down Jack Swanson and his time will come. Here you go champ...

[Ryan hands the microphone over to the “Beast of the Feast” as the boos start up again.]

Hungry Jack: All of you fans can boo me if you want to. I didn't come to the PWA and enter the world of professional wrestling for anyone's approval but my own. From the moment I stepped into the ring I've been the most dominant force the Premiere Wrestling Alliance has to offer and I proved it by disposing of Captain Howdy. He is a man who has become nothing but a shadow of his former self. He is proof that playing nice might get you respect but it doesn't get you victories.

From the moment I won this belt people have been asking when I will give Captain Howdy a chance to win it from me and I wanted to answer that here tonight. Captain Howdy isn't getting a shot at this belt. It's for the Premiere talent and he just doesn't cut the mustard. Don't worry I'm not scared of him, but I have bigger plans for my title reign. You see I am going to be the greatest Premiere champion of all time. Ryan and I talked it over and figured we would let former champions fight over who gets a title shot. At first we were going to only let REAL Premiere champions have a chance.

[He looks at the original Premiere title resting on his right shoulder. The one that Ryan Shane took with him when he left the PWA.]

Hungry Jack: After some thought we decided that I should let the holders of this knock off belt throw their names in the hat so that no one can dispute my claim when all is said and done. So I want everyone who is listening to know that if you want a shot at “Hungry” Jack Swanson you will all have the same chance. It doesn't matter if you are JJ Biggs the first man to be called Premiere champion or Slade the man who had the belt for a year. Everyone will get a chance in just a few weeks at Violation: Revolution. On that night one of you will walk away the winner and will get a one on one shot at me. It doesn't matter who wins because I will go down as the best Premiere champion in PWA history!

[The two men look toward the ramp expecting someone to come out but after a few seconds there is nothing.]

Hungry Jack: I said...I WILL go down as the best Premiere champion in PWA history!

[Again they turn toward the ramp but no one shows their face.]

Hungry Jack: I don't think anyone is coming...

Ryan Shane: Of course they're not Jack. The PWA is home to some of the biggest talkers in the business but when it comes to stepping up they don't have the balls. There are two people on this roster who once wore the gold and I don't see either of them out here. Where is Chris Michaels? A man so pathetic he should have stayed retired. He doesn't want nothing to do with Jack Swanson. If he steps in the ring with you he will have another reason to call it a career beside lack of talent...injury.

Hungry Jack: True...I would eat Hotshot up like a Hot Pocket.

Ryan Shane: I'm more surprised that Slade hasn't strolled out here. He must be pretty frightened if even his huge ego isn't pulling him out here. Come on Slade you were champ for a year and never lost the belt, be a man and come out her and take back what's yours. You know just like everyone else that no one can beat Hungry Jack. Don't worry all of you former champs out there have some time. Hopefully between now and Violation: Revolution someone will grow a pair.

Hungry Jack: I won't hold by breath. This guys don't even want to fight to see who gets the honor of being destroyed by me. It's ok though. It any of them get that feeling in their stomach, that hunger, they know where to find me. I'll be the one taking care of them and they will have quite a meal when Dinner IS Served!!!!

[“Victim” begins to play again as Jack and Ryan exit the ring and head backstage. The camera cuts back to the announce table.]

Franks: It looks like Jack has thrown down the gauntlet and no one is willing to pick it up.

Quadros: Do you blame them Carl? It's self preservation!

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MAIN EVENT
Vendetta vs. Omar Owens ©
Written by: Nathan (match) & ??? (segment)

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

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

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

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

The bell rings. Omar and Vendetta circle around each other in the ring, before charging in simultaneously and entering into a collar-and-elbow tie-up. It's a stalemate for a few moments, until Omar uses his size advantage and switches into a side headlock. Vendetta tries to free himself and he does so by pushing Owens forward. Omar hits the ropes and comes back with a huge Clothesline! Vendetta quickly gets back to his feet, but Omar takes him down with yet another Clothesline. Vendetta is slow to his feet this time, but while he's getting up Omar hits the ropes and comes back just in time to nail his opponent with a Spinning Heel Kick. Owens quickly jumps on Vendetta for the cover: 1..............2....KICK OUT! Owens doesn't waste any time, as he quickly transitions to his feet and lifts his opponent as well. He sends Vendetta hard into the turnbuckle via an Irish Whip. Owens backs into the corner opposite and charges in; looking for a Big Splash, but Vendetta manages to move out of the way. Omar stumbles out of the corner and runs into a Superkick from Vendetta!

Franks: These two men are going at it, Ray! There is no rest; no time to take a breath, or anything. It's obvious both of these men are out here with a purpose tonight.

Quadros: I'd have to agree with you, Carl. Although, I just woke up from a quick power nap, so I missed the start of this match. But, from what you're saying, I assume it's been a good one!

Owens is down and Vendetta quickly scales to the top rope. He jumps off, looking for a Frog Splash, but Owens gets his knees up at the last second. Vendetta rolls around in pain as Omar pushes himself to his feet. He shakes the cobwebs out and walks towards Vendetta, who is lying on his back. He drops with a quick snap Elbow drop, before immediately getting to his feet and dropping another snap Elbow drop. Omar gets to his feet and charges the ropes, returning with a huge Legdrop! He goes for the pin: 1...............2............KICK OUT! Owens slowly gets to his feet and lifts his opponent up. He sends Vendetta into the ropes and upon his return he nails him with a stiff toe-kick, which doubles the Seattle native over. Owens grabs and drops him with a viscous looking DDT. Owens yet again with the pin: 1..............2..........KICK OUT! Owens sits up and shakes his head before climbing back to his feet.

Franks: Owens has been in control of this match for the most part and I think he thought it was over right there. But Vendetta was able to get his shoulder up in time.

Quadros: I think Omar is getting tired; he's ready to go sit back and eat a steak, that's why he wants the match to be over.

Owens is up to his feet and he's looking to put this match away. He stomps on Vendetta a couple of times, ensuring that he's down and out. He walks to the ropes and scales to the top; with his back to the ring and he's facing the crowd. He's looking for the Postively Breathtaking Moonsault, but once he's in the air, Vendetta rolls out of the way and Omar hits nothing but the mat! Owens is rolling around in pain as Vendetta grabs onto the ropes and uses them to get to his feet. He gets up and gathers himself for a moment before moving in. He picks Omar up and hits him with a couple of right hands before forcing him into the corner with an Irish Whip. Vendetta charges in right behind him and nails him with a Clothesline in the corner. Omar stumbles out and Vendetta hits him with a quick toe-kick, followed by a Snap Suplex. Vendetta with the pin: 1............2.....KICK OUT!

Franks: And now Vendetta with a nearfall! The tides have turned in this match and Vendetta is looking to get a little offense in.

Quadros: See? Omar ran out of gas.

Vendetta grabs Omar and quickly lifts him to his feet. He tries to weaken Omar up with a couple of European uppercuts before quickly taking Omar down with a devastating Ace Crusher! The Seattle native wastes no time before going for yet another pinfall: 1............2.......KICK OUT! Vendetta can't believe it as he sits on the mat. He smirks as he lifts Omar back to his feet. He sends Omar into the ropes and upon return, he looks for a Clothesline, but Omar ducks under it and continues into the ropes. As he returns, both men have the same idea and both execute a Clothesline, which sends both men down and out.

Franks: What a great match these two men are having, if you listen to the fans they are on there feet what support and respect they are showing.

Suddenly the fans begin to yell, point, jeer and become very distracted as, a commotion forms within the crowd when suddenly Chris Wilkins, Zex and Cross Recoba hop the railing and stand outside the ring.

Franks: Cross Recoba. Chris Wilkins and Zex this is bad news!?

Then to the other side of the Chris Card, Natasha and Mr Murphy appear; much like Wilkins, Recoba and Zex they circle the ring when they are soon joined by the Swiggette Brothers and Brutus Pryde, they stand around the ringside watching Vendetta and Omar Owens who are pulling themselves back to their feet.

Franks: Oh No...Only something bad can come from this.

Like a pack of wolves these eight men and one woman hop onto the ring apron staring down Omar and Vendetta before all simultaneously entering the ring except for Natasha who hops down to ring side and begins to stalk Nikki Cortez and another female photographer at ringside.

Quadros: Ha! Ha! YES!

Franks: What are you talking about, Yes!? This can only be bad.

Omar and Vendetta get to their feet nursing their wounds from their already hard fought battle; when they realise the grave situation, Omar turns to see Zex standing in front of him , Pryde ushers and encourages Zex to strike Omar down, Zex pulls back his fist ready to hit Omar but hesitates for a brief second thus giving Omar the room to slip out of the ring and grab Nikki Cortez. A that same moment Vendetta just shrugs and runs right at Donail Swiggette with a right hand hitting him square in the chin before quickly being taken to the ground by the angry mob.

Franks: This is a mugging, it’s not right!

Vendetta fights as much as he can but is overwhelmed, some how he breaks free for a second when Donald Swiggette just mows him down with a huge shoulder tackle knocking the smaller more agile wrestler clean out of the ring and to the floor below.

Franks: This Vendetta kid has the heart of a Lion, he needs to get his revenge, he needs to give the Swiggette’s a kick in the balls.

Quadros: ....

Franks: You’re being awful quiet.

The Swiggette contracted wrestlers all turn to see Omar running through the crowd with Nikki Cortez over his shoulder. when suddenly Cross Recoba just decks the referee inside the ring and begins to lay stomps to him.

Franks: What! What the...

It’s at this moment in time that chaos erupts, Natasha pounces the other female photographer and instantly begins to beat down on her, Mr Murphy and Chris Wilkins exit the ring and begin attacking the camera crew and stage members, violently taking chunks of them with vicious kicks and punches.

Franks: Ray...We gotta get out of here.

Quadros: Not so fast.

SMACK! Ray Quadros begins attacking his long time broadcast partner as Zex, Recoba and Pryde exit and join the attack, Pryde takes out Freddy Ferdinand and begins to choke him, Zex sends a swift kick to the head of the ring announcer as Recoba takes Carl Franks and hoists him onto the announce table while being cheered on by Ray Quadros.

The fans go mental, showering the ring with rubbish and almost rioting, one female fan spits at Natasha who instantly stands up, pulls her over the barricade, punches her in the face and then claws her eyes, Zex signals for Pryde to look under the ring and retrieve his metal briefcase as Recoba drops Franks through the announce table with a Ranhei, Recoba leans back with a depraved look etched into his face and then holds Franks in place as Zex plunges his syringe deep into the neck of Carl Franks.

Wilkins has a member of the ring crew screaming in agony while locked into an Achilles Tendon Hold, Mr Murphy however is just smashing up everything at ringside, ripping the flooring, destroying the apron.

Donail Swiggette lights a cigar and offers one to Chris Card as his brother Donald tosses in some wire cutters into the ring, Card takes the cutters and begins to take down the ring ropes. Suddenly A crew member tries to make a break for it, he runs into the ring in hopes of sliding out the other only to have Chris Card deliver a swift side kick to his mid-section, the crew member falls to his knees right in front of Mr Swiggette and instantly begins to beg.

“Get your grubby hands off my suit” Donail shouts before slapping the crew member with an Almighty back hand knocking him down cold Mafia style; Card then takes the crew member by the head and hurls him to the outside. Here Mr Murphy and Pryde take Carl Franks by each arm and throw him into the ring as all the Swiggette contracted Wrestlers and Quadros gather in the ring, Pryde and Mr Murphy lift Franks up allowing Wilkins and Recoba to hit a double super kick to his chin as Zex climbs the turnbuckle a little weary as the ring ropes are missing; Chris Card then takes hold of Franks and drops him to the mat with the Cardiac Arrest Alpha, Card then rolls off the hold as Zex leaps off the top rope with the Zex-Appeal landing hard on the already unconscious Carl Franks.

It is here, when all of them, Donail, Donald, Quadros, Card, Mr Murphy, Natasha, Cross Recoba, Chris Wilkins, Brutus Pryde and Zex stand and raise their arms in the air all the while the fans hurl abuse, rubbish, chairs and whatever they can find into the ring...then suddenly...BLACK OUT!

Violation goes off the air...

[Neil]

McLean vs. Smith match - ADDED