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[Neil]

VIOLATION 117
Sunday, March 13th, 2011
Buccaneer Stadium in Corpus Christi, Texas

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TIME TO MOVE ALONG
Written by: Neil

[ The Violation theme has kicked up as the lights bounce around the stadium and the crowd here in Buccaneer Stadium in Corpus Christi, Texas! PWA fans are holding up multiple signs, some of which read: “GAITHER RETURNS HOME~!”, “Wren Chesney is a WHORE!”, “Outfit sux!”, and “Rapture Sleeps Tonight!” The camera then pans down to the commentary team of Carl Franks and Ray Quadros, standing by for the beginning of the show. ]

Franks: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Violation 117 on the PTN Network! With the inclusion of PTN executive Kurt Kaiser to the new Board of Directors, PWA is back on television.

Quadros: And you still have a radio face, Carl. While everybody was squabbling back and forth over stupid television rights this company has fallen apart. How are we even going to exist without the presence of Tony Field and Slade on our shows? Shouldn't we just quit while we are ahead?

Franks: Maybe you would like to quit, Ray, but I'm not. I enjoy working for this company even if I have to work with you every week!

Quadros: Well if the new Board are going to make wholesale changes, they might as well start looking at replacing you at commentary. You've been pretty bland lately.

Franks: Thanks a lot.

[ “Nutshell” by Alice in Chains begins to kick up out of no where as the crowd goes into a mixed reaction. Commissioner Butcher steps out from the back in his black suit and tie, stopping on the entrance ramp with a briefcase in hand. He waves to the back and here comes his wife, Nikki Cortez, stepping out and standing by his side. ]

Franks: Looks like the Cortez's are going to start this show off tonight!

Quadros: Like they have anything good to say.

Franks: I think that might be the case the vacated Premiere Title is being held in.

Quadros: We should just retire that belt in the memory of Slade!

[ The two walk down to the ring, arm in arm, while some in the crowd cheer while others boo them. Commissioner Butcher helps his wife step up onto the ring apron before hobbling up himself. He holds down the cables for his wife to step into the ring and then he walks in himself, asking for a microphone. He hands the case to his wife while ring announcer Freddy Ferdinand gives him a microphone. The Commissioner stands in the center of the ring, holding the microphone up to his mouth, waiting for the crowd to quiet down. ]

The Butcher: For over 30 years I've walked out to a wrestling ring each week as a wrestler, a manager, a trainer, a Commissioner, or a Board member. For 30 plus years I've given my heart, my mind, and my body to this business. The scars on my body tell my story. The burns across my backside show the lengths that I would go to in order to protect my wife from some loser like Jason Sandman. The limp in my step from shot knees because of this business I will take to the grave.

But tonight, I walk out here with a different purpose. Tonight I come out here to accept the truth and reality that stares me in the face now. It is only a matter of time until Wren Chesney...

[ The crowd starts to boo loudly! ]

The Butcher: ...or any of her other cronies find some reason, legal or trumped up, to fire me from PWA. With a new Board of Directors in place, PWA perhaps doesn't need Commissioner Butcher anymore.

Franks: What?

The Butcher: So, I spoke with my wife about this matter. Should I give those fools who know nothing of PWA, nothing of wrestling, nothing of what this industry is all about the opportunity to fire me and put an end to a 30 plus year career? Do I give them the chance to dictate the last time my fans, PWA fans, or anybody who has followed my career to decide the last time The Butcher is ever seen again on television?

NO!

I will not give you that honor, Wren Chesney. I've survived Death Matches in front of rabid Japanese fans. I've encountered wrestlers who could end your career in one move and I survived them after all these years. I've been thrown into Butch Match pits, set a fire, had barbed wire wrapped around my throat, taken so many chair shots to the head I should be brain dead, suplexed through tables, powerbombed through rings, and beaten with any variety of creative weaponry sick minds can come up with. I've done all this and more and here I stand still.

And you think you are going to decide when I go away, Wren? Who in the Hell are you besides some racist, power hungry, doesn't know when to keep her legs closed, $2 a night whore, who nobody respects, nobody fears, nobody gives a shit about, bitch whose reality is so warped she should be the one spending time in Arc Ana Asylum? Who are you, Wren Chesney? Who are you?

That being said, I'm not giving you the chance that so many people would love to have. You aren't going to end me, Wren.
You aren't going to decide what happens to me or where I go from here. I will.

[ The Commissioner looks towards his lovely wife Nikki Cortez, who is smiling with pride. ]

The Butcher: So I discussed this with my wife and we decided when the time was going to be for me to go, where I would go, and what I would do.

Nikki, dear, your plans sound great. Walk away, travel the world, see different things, and enjoy life. Not worry about where the next chair shot will come or who will try to run your name through the mud next. It really sounds good, but...it isn't my life.

[ Nikki's face becomes shocked as her husband is apparently going on their script. ]

The Butcher: This is my life. The chair shots, the politics, the backstabbing, the boos and the cheers. This is all I know. This is what I do. I was born for this and nothing can replace it. I'm sorry, but you know this deep down inside. If I cannot be part of this business, the competition, the smell, the sound, the people, I rather be dead...

[ “Power” by Kanye West begins to play, interrupting the Commissioner during his speech. The crowd starts to boo loudly as Board member Donial Swiggette steps out from the back with a microphone in hand. He stops on the entrance ramp and stares down to the ring with a glare. ]

Donial: Dead? That can be arraigned, Butcher!

[ The crowd boos even louder as Swiggette's crew of security walks out from backstage in a double file line. Security begins to march their way down to the ring. ]

The Butcher: What is this, Swiggette?

Donial: You know what this is! Right here in my hand is a court ordered restraining order placed upon you for attacking me a few weeks back! These things take time in the court system but I'm not going to waste any more time! You've been ordered to stay 500 yards away from me and my security is going to enforce this court order, Butcher!

The Butcher: Like Hell they will! I'm the Commissioner of this company! I'm not going anywhere!

Donial: Remove him from the stadium! Get to it now!

[ Butcher tells his wife to get behind him while security starts to form around the ring. Led by Donial's brother Donnie, the Swiggette Security team storms the ring to remove the Commissioner! ]

Franks: This isn't right!

Quadros: The court says it is. Get him out of there!

[ The Butcher starts kicking away through the ropes, trying to keep security from coming into the ring. There are too many as a couple slide in from behind. He turns around and THUMPS one right in the head with a microphone! Butcher starts punching another one and sends him over the top rope to the floor! He clotheslines another one to the ground! Fireman's carry face plant on another one! ]

Franks: The Butchered on security!

[ Two guards grab the Commissioner by the legs just in time for Donnie Swiggette to tackle him. Nikki Cortez stands there for a moment as security tries to restrain her husband. Then she just snaps and takes the Premiere Title briefcase, smacking it upside the head of Donnie Swiggette! ]

Donial: Get that white bitch! She's trespassing!

[ Donnie Swiggette grabs Nikki by the wrist and threatens to do as he pleases with her. The Butcher finds his second gear and starts shoving security off of him in a rage. He clubs Donnie Swiggette from behind, forcing him to let Nikki go. Butcher kicks Donnie in the stomach, doubling him over. The Commissioner looks out towards Donial, telling him to come collect his brother...DOWNTOWN DROP! ]

Franks: Downtown Drop! Butcher just planted Donial's brother into the mat with a sit-out powerbomb! He still has it!

Quadros: Quit masturbating his ego!

[ Now the Commissioner is swinging around the Premiere Title briefcase as a weapon, blasting any security that tries to get into the ring. Then all of a sudden from behind, some big bald man jumps from the crowd and into the ring. He catches the turning Butcher with a right hand, a left, then another right! ]

Franks: What?! Is that who I think it is?

Quadros: Ian Frasier! The 'Top Dick' has come to PWA!

[ I.F. has pummeled Commissioner Butcher backwards into a corner and now he's letting off vicious head butts to the face! Head butt! Head butt! Head butt! Head butt! Butcher's head has been busted open! And...belly-to-belly suplex out of the corner flattens the Commissioner! ]

Franks: Is I.F. working with Donial and Wren?

Quadros: Does it matter? He's kicking this old has been's ass!

[ Frasier backs up and watches the bleeding Butcher fumble around on the mat, trying to find him footing. As the Commissioner attempts to get up, I.F. pounces with a violent, STIFF knee strike to the head! Commissioner Butcher is laid to waste! ]

Franks: Oh! THE MAULER knee strike to the Commissioner! What a shot!

Quadros: Now you can drag his sorry ass out of the ring.

[ Nikki Cortez huddles over her broken husband to protect him while Ian Frasier looks down at her with menacing eyes. She's yelling at him, “No more! No more!” ]

Franks: Don't touch her!

Quadros: He'll do whatever he wants to, Carl. Who is going to stop him?

[ I.F. reaches down towards Nikki Cortez and...picks up the Premiere Title briefcase. With the crowd booing loudly, I.F. rolls out of the ring with the briefcase in hand, leaving security to clean up his mess. I.F. walks up the ramp way and hands Donial Swiggette the Premiere Title briefcase a bit roughly before walking backstage without a word spoken or a glance back at what he did. Security hog ties the unconscious Commissioner and drags him out of the ring, leaving a smear of blood from his head. They handcuff Nikki's hands behind her back dragging her backstage despite her protests. ]

Franks: Commissioner Butcher I guess is being tossed from the show! And all because I.F. from back in the day surprised us here tonight and knocked him out with the Mauler!

Quadros: This show is just starting off right. I love it!

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ET TU, BRUTE?
Written by: Sam

“The Artist” Zex sits alone in his locker room next to him on a stand is a painting wrapped in brown paper with the name El Fantastico written on it in red maker pen, Zex sits quietly and patiently. His mind only focused on two things, his match against Captain Howdy and presenting El Fantastico with his painting.

His painted nails are chipped and broken as he holds his hands in prayer while waiting for the minutes to go by, for his match to begin and then for the unravelling of his art.

Suddenly Zex’s locker room door opens and in Walks the finely dressed Leon Murphy with a huge grin upon his face. Leon looks at Zex and laughs loudly.

Leon: An here was I thinking you wouldn’t show up? Damn your looking in opretty good shape too.

Zex: What other shape would I be in?

Leon: Lets not get into that, lets get down to business...I’ve decided to hire you a bodyguard, someone who will watch your back around this place.

Zex: WHAT!? I don’t need any back up, I’m fine on my own?

Leon: You’re being stalked, you’ve been covered in paint and Fantastico seems to have that douche bag Nightmare in his back pocket... so here is my INSURENCE POLICY! BRUTUS PRYDE!

With that said Leon pulls the door open wider as a huge seven foot mastodon of a man steps into the room, dressed head to toe in an expensive tailor made suit, the hulking man mountain punches his fist with his knuckles and smiles sinisterly as Zex can’t help but be impressed by the sheer size of the guy.

Brutus just nods without saying a word.

Leon: And that’s not all I have in-store tonight, I have gone to the liberty of REALLY helping you out with your “Presentation” tonight Zack. I am going to prove to you once and for all that I am on your side and that between the three of us here we will make sure that El Fantastico never messes with you again.

Zex: I like how that sounds.

Leon: Oh, you will like this even better....

As Leon is about to relay his plan to Zex, Brutus shuts the door behind them cutting off all site and sound...

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REGULAR RULES
Ed Wooderson vs. Nightmare
Written by: Neil (match) & Sam (preview)

Wooderson is looking for some redemption here after losing to Nightmares’ associate the “Mexican” Luchadore El Fantastico at Field Envy, while Nightmare is coming off a very strange draw Situation with “The Artist” Zex; Both men want a win here and neither of them is going to give an inch, expect a hard hitting match with plenty of drama here.

"We Know Something You Don't Know" the 90's hip-hop beat fills the arena, several sections of the crowd burst into cheers, the rest with polite applause and cheers to show their support for a rookie in the world of the PWA. The front row seems to go crazy, clearly his hometown contingent have traveling support.

Ed comes out to the ring wearing a pair of red tights with his initials on either hip. He wipes his hand over his brow taking a few strands of hair off his face as he looks focused on the task at hand. He walks in measured paces to the ring slapping the hands of the fans as he barely takes his eyes off the ring.

He climbs onto the apron and smiles out at the capacity crowd before ducking between the ropes and circling the ring.

Franks: Ed Wooderson's PWA career lately has been in a downward tailspin, Ray. Ever since he lost the Primetime Title he's been going backwards and been on a losing streak.

Quadros: There's only one person who can help Mister Goody Two Shoes fix this. His first name begins with 'Chris' and his last begins with 'Card.'

Franks: I don't know where you get the idea that that classless cheat can help anybody.

Quadros: To be successful you need to surround yourself with successful people!

"The thing I Hate" by Stabbing Westward begins to play. A lone spotlight shines down illuminating the entrance way, a large man steps form the back into the light. He stands at six foot eight, clothed all in black and his face hidden underneath a black mask with a red and yellow flame pattern he makes his way to the ring.....with each step a new spotlight turns on marking his path. Up the steps he climbs ...pausing only briefly he ducks under the top rope and moments later is standing in the center of the ring.

Franks: Last week at Field Envy we watched a very odd happening during the Nightmare vs. Zex match. The match was suddenly called off in the middle as Zex and Nightmare entered the crowd to save a fan's life!

Quadros: And we haven't heard from that fan since, Carl. I bet you he's dead. I know I'd rather die than get any sort of help from Nightmare because I know I'm going to be re-paying him for the rest of my life! No deal!

Referee Andy Sheppard calls for the bell and...DING!...we are underway! Ed Wooderson and Nightmare circle around the ring before locking up. The size advantage is clearly in Nightmare's favor as Wooderson is definitely on the light heavyweight side. Nightmare wins out into a side headlock but Ed Wooderson pushes him off towards the ropes to get free. Nightmare bounces off the cables and flattens Wooderson with a heavy shoulder block. He peels Wooderson up off the match and kicks him in the stomach then blasting him across the spine with a clubbing blow.

Ed Wooderson staggers away while holding his back, leaving himself open for a forearm to the face, knocking him back into a corner! Nightmare pounces with a series of blows to the ribcage then a knuckle arrow punch in the corner! Ed Wooderson staggers away while holding onto the ropes, and shakes out the cobwebs after the heavy shots!

Franks: Nightmare is showing his power advantage by teeing off on Wooderson early in this one.

Quadros: I guess Nightmare isn't willing to be a nice guy this week.

Nightmare runs his fingernails down the exposed backside of Ed Wooderson! He pushes Ed off the cables and sends him across the ring with a whip. Nightmare telegraphs a backbody drop attempt too early and the former Primetime Champion picks right up on it. Kick to the chest by Ed Wooderson stands up Nightmare the hard way! Forearm to the face by Wooderson! Another! Another! He hoists Nightmare up into a body slam! Ed Wooderson drops the elbow and hooks the leg! 1!...2!...KICK OUT!

Franks: Ed Wooderson springs to life!

Quadros: He is alive isn't he?

Wooderson and Nightmare get up and again the 'Man from Mayview' takes control with a kick to the stomach. He sneaks around the back for a suplex attempt. Blocked by the foot of Nightmare. High back elbow to the face by Nightmare and now he sneaks around the backside. Wooderson blocks a suplex attempt that he assumes is coming but NO, Nightmare instead pushes him off towards the ropes! Unprepared for the shift, Ed Wooderson bounces off right into a thundering sidewalk slam that rocks the ring! Now Nightmare is making the cover...1!...2!...KICK OUT!

Nightmare rains some stomps down onto Ed Wooderson to keep the former Primetime Champion flat on the mat. Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Nightmare's pulls Keith up by the head and executes a swift vertical suplex with ease that whips Wooderson up! Stomp to the back of Ed Wooderson's head! Another cover by Nightmare...1!...2!...THRE...KICK OUT!

Franks: Nightmare just tossed Ed Wooderson like he was a rag doll there!

Quadros: He must have adonis DNA, Carl, because I've never ever seen Nightmare in the weight room. In fact, I've never seen him work out much less prepare for a match inside of a practice session. He has to be the most successful lazy man I know!

Nightmare pulls Ed Wooderson up and launches him into a corner with his strength! The hulking Nightmare runs towards Wooderson with a full head of steam and...BAM! Wooderson moved and Nightmare ran chest first into the turnbuckles hard!

Franks: That could have been lights out if Wooderson didn't move!

Ed Wooderson cinches the staggering Nightmare and this time gets what he was looking for earlier! German suplex on the big man! Nightmare pops up but right into a kick to the midsection from Ed Wooderson. European uppercut from a knee by Wooderson nearly floors Nightmare!

Franks: What an uppercut!

Wooderson pushes Nightmare against the ropes and whips him off across the ring. Nightmare bounces off the cables right into a standing dropkick! The paid off Wooderson “fans” begin to cheer! Ed Wooderson makes the cover! 1!...2!...THRE...KICK OUT!! The crowd starts to get behind the Wooderson as he gets to his feet and yells for Nightmare to get to his. Nightmare gets to a knee then to his feet. Wooderson jumps in there with a right hand! Left! Right! Left! He's backing up Nightmare! Kick to the midsection! Elbow to the face! Wooderson goes around the back and sinks in a full nelson! Nightmare tries to get free but only ends up being rocked backwards with a full nelson suplex! Ed Wooderson hooks the leg and....1!...2!...2.999347676313!!

Franks: Clutch KICK OUT from Nightmare!

Quadros: Oh! That would have been one epic win for Ed Wooderson!

Ed Wooderson stares at the ceiling with disappointment as he thought that might have been it. He brings Nightmare to his feet as he gets up. He wants to put an end to this soon. Ed Wooderson sends Nightmare packing towards a corner. He's following up with a run himself and...BAM!! Nightmare surprised Wooderson with an explosive clothesline right from the turnbuckles!

Franks: Damn! He folded Wooderson right in half there!

Ed Wooderson gets up slowly and he looks completely dazed as he didn't see that coming at all! He walks straight into an Nightmare kick to the midsection, doubling him over! Nightmare powers the light heavyweight Ed Wooderson up onto his shoulders and runs before faceplanting him on canvass! Oh! Nightmare makes the cover! 1!....2!....THREE...NO!! KICK OUT says Referee Sheppard!

No argument from Nightmare as he looks to finish this one for good. He puts Ed Wooderson between his legs and flattens him with a powerbomb! BAM! Not letting go, Nightmare lifts Keith again for another powerbomb! No wait! He circles with Ed Wooderson up on his shoulders and...BAM!! Sit-out powerbomb with some extra mustard on it!

Franks: Oh! What power!

Quadros: He almost put Wooderson through the mat with that one!

Nightmare still isn't finished as he releases Wooderson before Sheppard can count for a cover. Sheppard asks Nightmare what he is doing because Wooderson is clearly a beaten man. Nightmare pulls Wooderson up off the mat, latches on a cobra clutch before rocking Ed Wooderson backwards with a thundering suplex! QUAKE WITH FEAR!! And there is the cover as Nightmare pins Wooderson with both hands...1!...2!...THREE!! Ding! Ding! Ding!

Ferdinand: The winner of this match.....NIGHT—MAAAAAAREEEEE!!

Franks: Nightmare wins in impressive fashion as he tossed Ed Wooderson around with ease. Good victory for Nightmare early on in his PWA career.

Quadros: He doesn't even look like he broke a sweat. Wooderson better pick up his calling Card and fast!

[Neil]

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A BLAST FROM THE PAST
Written by: Fantastico!

The scene cuts back to one of the backstage locker rooms, where we see Zex getting prepared for his upcoming match with Captain Howdy. Captain Howdy is such an imposing opponent that to be interrupted when physically and mentally preparing to face him can be a source of great frustration and annoyance. Such is the case as Zex can't concentrate due the increasing volume of a racket outside in the hall. After a few moments, it's clear that it's Mexican music being played and it's....The Mexican Hat Dance? It gets louder and louder until, finally, the cacophony is far too much for Zex to take anymore. He gets up from the bench he was sitting on and flings open the door to see what's going on. He's greeted by three men in traditional festive Mexican garb, each playing an acoustic guitar and singing loudly. The stop long enough for the center guitar player to address Zex.

Guitar Player: Mariachi-gram.

Zex looks more than a little confused and it's apparent by him furrowing his brow.

Guitar Player: Mariachi-gram.

The guitar player than hands over a note to Zex. Zex unfolds it and reads what's written on it.

Zex looks visibly upset by the note, and he crumples it up in a ball and throws it at the mariachi players. The three of them take this as their queue to begin playing again, which does not sit well with Zex. Before they get even a few chords into the La Cucaracha, Zex grabs the guitar from the middle mariachi player, winds back, and smashes it violently against the wall, shattering it into a thousand little pieces. The mariachi players look on in horror and, upon seeing Zex's glare in their direction, they slink away, not playing another note.

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REGULAR RULES
Zex vs. Captain Howdy
Written by: Andrew (match) & Sam (preview)

After Drawing by Double count out with Nightmare at Field Envy Zex is aiming high by taking on former Heavyweight Champion “The unpredictable loose cannon” Captain Howdy, both men are known for taking it to the extreme and despite the Regular Rules stipulation I wouldn’t expect anything less than a blood filled battle between two flamboyant superstars.

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

Introducing first, hailing from Coney Island, NY, and weighing in at 254lb...The Most Dangerous Man in PWA, Captain Howdy!!!!

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

Ferdinand: And his opponent...hailing from Toronto, ON, and weighing in at 230lbs....The Artist....Zex!!!!!

~ The Arena turns black as the countdown begins "Fuck Me Like You Hate Me" by Seether kicks in over the PA System as blue and purple spotlights hit the stage to reveal “The Artist” Zex; standing with his arms outstretched in an open handed Christ like pose. Zex slowly lowers his arms as white fireworks shoot up either side of him. Zex then deliberately walks slowly to the ring followed by the spotlights; he rolls inside the ring and rests in the corner awaiting his opponent. ~

Franks: Something tells me this match could steal the show this evening, Ray. Zex has looked pretty impressive since making his return, despite the fact that he's been the target of an unknown stalker. But tonight, he's gonna have to focus his attention entirely upon the form of Captain Howdy. after all, the two time World Champion has been on quite a tear as of late.

Quadros: I'll say he has. Ever since he "reformed" himself, and started to do the right thing, he's left a series of battered and broken competitors in his wake! I was a bit concerned about what his change of attitude would entail, but I guess I didn't have anything to worry about, did I?

Franks: Umm...I guess not. Well, let's get down to the ring and see what happens...

Quadros: Sounds like a plan.

~ Andy Sheppard signals for the opening bell, and Howdy quickly steps forward and advances toward the Canadian, who responds by circling away from his rival and feinting a couple of kicks in an effort to throw his opponent off balance. The Captain doesn't bite for the feints, and calmly cuts off the ring so that Zex is forced back into the ropes. Realizing that he has no other choice, The Artist lunges forward with the apparent intent of locking up, but duck underneath his rival's clutches and rolls him up from behind for the first pinfall attempt of the match: 1...Howdy kicks out and immediately charges at his opponent, who drops down and takes the Captain to the mat with a nice Leg Trip, before following up with a lateral press for another pinfall attempt: 1...Tw-Kick Out! ~

Franks: Zex is doing quite well for himself in the beginning stages of the match, and has proved himself to be capable of hanging with Howdy on the mat. If he can beat him at this facet of the game, in addition to using his speed and athletic ability to throw him off balance, then's gota very good shot and pulling off a big win!

~ Zex springs to his feet as a slight smile flickers across his face, and waits for his rival to climb off the mat before stepping forward and booting him in the gut to double him over. Xavier than follows up with a Snapmare, and then proceeds to sprint off the ropes before connecting with a high velocity basement front dropkick that causes Howdy to flop onto his back! Zex quickly jups to his feet and grabs his rival's legs before flipping forward onto a Jack-knife pin in yet another attempt to secure the pinfall victory: 1....2....Another Kick Out! The Artist doesn't appear particularly fazed by his foe's display of toughness and simply pulls him up by the arm and twists it into an arm wringer before unleashing a series of mid kicks to his rival's torso. Xavier then applies a headlock to his rival and takes him over into a Snap Suplex, and then rolls back through the move into a Guillotine Choke, squeezing as hard as he can in an effort to draw the submission! ~

Franks: And Zex continues to display some impressive technical ability, and looks to have Captain Howdy in a very bad way at the moment.

Quadros: Yeah, things are looking pretty grim for the Captain, but we've seen him come up with some pretty creative ways of escaping submission holds in the past. And what makes that even more impressive is that some of those methods are actually legal!

~ Dueling chants of "Tap!" and "Please Don't Tap!' erupt from the crowd as Zex continues to apply pressure to the Guillotine, and those chants grow louder as Zex wraps his legs around his opponent's torso in an effort to gain more leverage. Howdy's face begins to turn red, but he refuses to submit, and starts to dig in a series of punches to the kidney in an effort to get his opponent to loosen his grip. This allows him to work his way back to his feet and deadlift his rival into the air before tossing backward into a Cradle DDT that cause Zex to land head first on the mat! OH! Zex rolls around on the mat, clutching the back of his head, and after taking a moment to shake off the effects of the choke, The Captain makes his way over to where he lies and begins to follow up on his newly gained advantage. To that end, Howdy methodically begins to stomp away at various parts of Zex's body..Stomp to the knee cap...Stomp to the other knee cap...Stomp to the elbow...To the other one, too...And now Howdy brings his boot down into Zex's gut...And caps the sequence with a stomp the face of his rival! ~

Franks: Smart move by James to slow things down a bit and inflict some serious punishment to Zex in the process. I wonder how he'll follow up that particular assault.

Quadros: Um...I'll take "Continue to beat eight shades of crap out of Zex" for 100, Carl. Beating the crap out of people is what the Captain does best, after all.

~ Having completed the Romper Stomper, The Captain decides to add to his opponent's misery by lacing his legs into an Indian Deathlock, and then turning him over onto his stomach before delivering a Curb Stomp that drives his face into the mat! Sections of the crowd begin to cheer Howdy's name, and the Captain looks to them and asks if they'd like to see him repeat this action....YES! And since the Captain is all about giving the people what they want these days, he proceeds to do just that and Curb Stomps him one more time! Keeping the deathlock applied, Howdy then drops down and pulls Zex's head back into a Chinlock, and then wrenches back as hard as he can in an effort to draw the submission with this nasty STF variation. Zex screams in pain, but refuses to quit, and instead drags himself inch by inch toward the ropes until he's finally able to reach out and JUST grab a hold of the bottom strand to force a break of the submission hold! ~

*MASSIVE RESPECT POP FOR THE SHOW OF HEART!*

~ The Captain releases the hold at the count of "four" and then watches Zex begins to drag himself up with the help of the ropes, and then steps forward and clocks him with a European Uppercut that leaves him out on his feet. Howdy then whips his rival into the ropes, and then gathers him up on the rebound and drives him down with a nice Spinning Spinebuster; The Captain then applies the lateral press, and makes a point of grinding his forearm across his rival's face to make kicking out more difficult: 1....2....T-Kick Out! Undaunted, Howdy simply pulls his rival up by the hair and boots him in the gut, before lifting him up into Vertical Suplex position before dropping him down into a Hangman's Neckbreaker that snaps the back of his foe's head across his shoulder! Zex flops on the mat, clutching the back of his head, but Howdy chooses not to cover and simply pulls Zex up and hoists him upside down again...But this time simply drops him straight down into a Sheerdrop Brainbuster that bounces his head off the mat once more! ~

Franks: WIDOWMAKER!

~ That maniacal grin that we all know and love returns as Howdy takes a moment to stare down at his stricken rival, before he applies this cover, this time with the hook of the leg:

1..........2........THREEEEEEEEE-NOOOOOOOO! Kick Out at 2.999999!!!

~ Howdy blinks in shock, and glares down at his rival in disbelief, before his lips curl into a slight snarl as he reaches down and hauls his rival to his feet with a look on his face that indicates his desire to end matters once and for all. To that end, he delivers a boot to the gut to double Zex over, and then hooks the arms and lifts him up so that he can drop him on his head with the Vertebreaker that he calls PLAYTIME'S OVER! WAIT!! Somehow, despite all the abuse he's taken, Zex still has the energy needed to flip out of the finisher attempt and land on his feet behind his rival. Before Howdy can react, Zex jumps up and proceeds to take Howdy down with a Reverse Frankensteiner that spikes him head first into the mat! ~

Franks: What a counter by Zex!

Quadros: Yeah, live by the head drop...die by the head drop! And that was about as sick a head drop as I've seen in a while!

~ Both men remain on the mat following the last exchange, but manage to drag themselves back to their feet at roughly the same time. The Captain still seems to be in better condition despite taking that last move, and initiates the next exchange by charging forward with the intent of decapitating Zex with a clothesline. Ducked by Zachary, who counters with a Roundhouse Kick to the head just as Howdy turns around. Howdy staggers into the corner, and Zex follows him with the OverZexed Knee Strike to the face that causes Howdy to pitch forward onto his face. Without wasting a moment, Zex climbs to the top rope and leaps off into a Double Stomp onto his rival's back! Z-exorcism! Howdy is squashed into the mat and lies there, quivering in disturbing fashion, and Zex quickly shoots the half nelson and applies the cover to his stricken rival: 1.......2.......THREE-NOO! Howdy kicks out at the last possible split second! ~

Quadros: Well, Zex is starting to bust out some of the bigger moves in his repertoire, and it might only take one or two more for him to be able to put Howdy away! Let's see if he can make it happen!

~ Zex obviously thought that he had the match won after connecting with that last move, and spends a moment starting at the official with a look of utter disbelief on his face. But, after a few second, he manages to pull himself together and waits for Howdy to rise before catching him with a boot to the gut to double him over. Zex then cinches in a butterfly lock and tries to lift Howdy up into the Double Underhook Piledriver that he call the Z-explosion....But Howdy blocks and then counters by standing straight up and taking his opponent over into Back Bodydrop, falling on top of him for a pin fall attempt of his own: 1....2....THR-NO! Zex bridges out of the pinning predicament and then counters by twisting Howdy over into a Backslide attempt for a pinfall attempt of his own: 1.....2.....Howdy twists out and tries to catch his rival with another Clothesline, but Zex ducks it again and then quickly counters by lifting The Captain up into a Fireman's Carry before dropping him into a face-crusher across the knee! OH! Z-expression! ~

Franks: Great move by Zex to finish off that last exchange of moves!

Quadros: Sure was. This is turning into quite the match, isn't it?

~ Howdy lies on the mat, clutching his nose, and Zex quickly applies the cover and not only hooks both legs on the pinning combination, but also bridges back to make kicking out that much harder....

ONE............TWO...............THREEEEEEEEEEEEEE-NOOO!

Howdy JUST manages to get his shoulder off the mat at the very last possible moment!

*INSANELY CLOSE NEAR FALL POP!!!*

~ Zex lets out a loud groan of frustration, and slams the mat in fury, before he vents his anger by assuming the mount and delivering a series of punches to his rival's face from that position. Ignoring the ref's warning for using a closed fist, the Artist then pulls Howdy up by the hair and lifts him up and drives him down with a Side Effect. Satisfied that he's done enough damage, Zex then ascends the turnbuckles once again, and after taking a moment to watch the crowd rise to their feet, proceeds to sail off into the Shooting Star Kneedrop that he calls ZEX-APPEAL! NO! NOBODY HOME! Howdy moves out of the way and the only thing that Zex hits is the mat! Zex remains on the canvas with a look of pain written on his features, and after dragging himself off the mat, Howdy stares down at him with a predatory expression on his face! ~

Quadros: Oh man, if you're a fan of Zex, you might wanna avert your gaze, 'cause this is about to get very ugly...Of course I'm not really THAT big a fan of the guy, so I think this could be fun to watch....

~ Hauling his stricken rival to his feet from behind Howdy quickly snaps him down across his knee with his patented Broken Toys Backbreaker; and then props his rival up and takes a moment to measure him before leaping up into a very well executed Standing Dropkick to the back of the head that sends Zex staggering chest first into the turnbuckles! The Artist stumbles backward from the impact directly into Howdy's grasp....And immediately finds himself being taken over into a Dragon Suplex that folds him in half upon impact! In one smooth motion, Howdy rolls backward while keeping the full nelson locked in, and applies the Full Nelson Camel Clutch that he call BACK TO THE ROCKING HORSE! Howdy wrenches back as hard as he can on the submission hold, and after making one final, futile attempt to reach the ropes, Zex realizes that there's only one thing for him to do...

TAP! TAP! TAP!

*DING! DING! DING!*

Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen....Here is your winner, by submission....CAPTAIN HOWDY!!!!!

Franks: Well, Captain Howdy overcomes a spirited effort by Zex and pulls out a hard fought victory in a well contested encounter.

Quadros: Yeah...And this only goes to prove one thing....

Franks: What's that, Ray?

Quadros: If you say your prayer, take your vitamins, and do the right thing, you can actually achieve your goals...Especially if you're also willing to kick the crap out of anyone who stands in your way!

Franks: ...Right. Let's take a break and hear from our sponsors.

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WHERE IT BELONGS
Written by: Neil & Paul

[ Somewhere backstage, Board members Wren Chesney and Donail Swiggette are laughing at the expense of the beaten up Butcher while Donail carries around the Premiere Title briefcase with pride. ]

Donail: Did you see that? Butcher is such a bitch! That's why we don't need him anymore. He doesn't know what's going on around him anymore.

Wren: I saw the whole thing. Good work, Donail. It seems our “associate” pulled his end of the bargain and left Butcher a bloody mess. I could watch that happen over and over again but I much prefer never to see Butcher again!

Donail: And I have your pride and joy here too.

[ He hands her the Premiere Title briefcase while Ms. Chesney grins from ear to ear. ]

Wren: Finally, the title belt I created is back where it belong. Forget Terminus and that World Title. This...this Premiere Title is where it is at! Hmm, I'll have to give it to somebody worthy much like I did to JJ Biggs. Being picked by me to be Premiere Champion should be the highest honor in PWA and all of wrestling!

[ She sets the briefcase down on the desk and snaps open the locks. Before she can open it, Donail Swiggette shoves his hand down over it, keeping it closed. ]

Donail: Wait a minute, Wren. Why just give it to somebody when it has been such a difficult belt to obtain the past year?

Wren: Who cares? I'm going to give it to whoever I want and in return they must do my bidding!

Donail: That isn't how it worked when you gave it to JJ Biggs, remember?

Wren: So what? I will work this time because I say so! Now get your hands off the briefcase!

Donail: What if we devise a tournament and you know, have people fight for it?

Wren: You mean earn it?

Donail: Yeah.

Wren: That's so childish, Donail! We need new associates in the locker room and now!

Donail: If you just give the belt it will become worthless, Wren. Make someone earn it and then break their will and force them to submit to you after all of their hard work.

Wren: Ooooh! Now that does sound like fun!

Donail: It would be...entertaining.

Wren: We can pick who will participate as well! Completely and utterly biased! We will create the biggest glass ceiling this company has ever seen! People will have to do as we say! Now get your god damned dirty hands off MY briefcase!

[ Donail Swiggette smiles as he pulls his hand up and off the briefcase. Wren Chesney opens the case to look upon the Premiere Title belt...only to find that the belt is not there. Instead they find a piece of paper. Wren steps back as she sees this. Donail walks up to the briefcase and finds the note. He reads it silently first and then reads it out loud trying to figure out what it means.

Donail: Give me what is mine and you can have back what is yours….Love, Daddy

[ Donail shows Wren the paper with a confused look on his face. ]

Donail: Is this The Butcher’s idea for a joke?

Wren looks at Donail and shakes her head.

Wren: No, Donail….this is someone else’s idea of a warning. The board needs to hear about this. We may be looking into a few financial transactions very soon.

[ Donail kind of gives her a nod as the scene fades out. ]

[Neil]

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A FAVOR FROM AN OLD FRIEND
Written by: Okori

As Nighthawk walks down the hallway of the Buccaneer Stadium in Corpus Christi, his ice-blue eyes flickering with life, the "Wrestling Machine" rounds a corner and almost bumps into Captain Howdy. embracing his friend, Nigthhawk takes one look at the "Most Dangerous Man in the PWA" and smiles.

Nighthawk: "Listen, James, I need a favor. And it's a special one, which is why I am coming to just you to make sure it gets done like it needs to get done."

Captain Howdy: "I'm honored, Tristan. What would you like me to do?"

Nighthawk: "Well, I want to bring my wife back on the road. You remember her right? The only problem is that I can't trust a lot of the people around here. I was wondering if you would mind watching my back as far as she's concerned. I don't think I could live with myself if Chris Card got to her."

Captain Howdy: "That would be no problem at all. Though I must confess, I don't know if Sin will be able to understand any conversations I try to have with her. Still, it would be my pleasure to guard her for you when I can."

Nighthawk: "Thank you so much."

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REGULAR RULES
El Fantastico vs. Jack Gaither
Written by: Sam

The Masked Luchadore El Fantastico made his presence felt in his first match with PWA at Field Envy; by beating Ed Wooderson clean in the ring, and later confronting “The Artist” Zex and covering him with Black Paint. will this impressive Luchadore continue his eye opening introduction to PWA? Or Will Jack Gaither battle through his problems with PWA management and stamp his name down and enter the world title picture like many have predicted?

Quadros: We have had two great matches so far, Zex and Howdy just tore the roof of this pace, and before that...WOW! Did you see the pure force of Nightmare!? Guys an animal!

Franks: Nightmare sure is a great competitor that’s for sure.

Quadros: Looks like we got another dozy for you, when El Fantastico takes on home town hero Jack Gaither.

Franks: That’s for sure! Can you here the crowd already? These guys are just buzzing with anticipation.

The camera pans away from the announce table and to ringside where we see the tuxedo wearing Freddy Ferdinand who is ready to announce the combatants.

Freddy Ferdinand: First weighing in at 252 lbs and hailing from Guadalajara, Mexico he is PWA’s very own “Masked Luchadore” EL FANTASTICO!!

"Tequila" starts playing throughout the arena and El Fantastico comes out from the back, flanked by his manager, El Chalupacabra. They gesticulate and pace back and forth rather wildly, trying to connect with the fans, before heading down the rampway. El Fantastico climbs into the ring and waits for the match to start.

Quadros: Wow! Hardly any response from the crowd here for Fantastico tonight.

Franks: Well Fantastico is going up against the hometown boy here tonight, which is gonna be a distraction.

Freddy Ferdinand: And his opponent weighing in at 181 lbs...Hailing from Cor...

The crowd go nuts interrupting Ferdinand as he says the name of their hometown by shouting “CORPUS CHRISTI” in unison.

Freddy Ferdinand: THE GOLDEN EAGLE JACK GAITHER!!!

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

Franks: Did you hear the response from the crowd, Jack Gaither is going to be on fire here tonight, just listen to the chants right now in this arena.

“Gaither, Gaither, Gaither!” The fans chant over and over.

Quadros: They should be chanting the word “SUCKS” after his name.

Franks: Would you please!?

Fantastico and Gaither circle, Fantastico doesn’t look too nonplus about the chants while Gaither looks pumped to be here in his home town, bell rings and the two men lock horns in typical Greco Roman fashion.

Gaither the lighter of the two begins to be pushed back by the larger El Fantastico, But with this Gaither takes a side step and flips Fantastico onto his back with a huge Arm-Drag takedown causing the fans to go wild.

Franks: Textbook Arm-Drag by Gaither.

Fantastico flips back up and runs at Gaither again, only to be taken down by an Arm-Drag again. With that Impact Gaither runs to the turnbuckle climbs to second rope and cheers to huge ovation from the fans. Fantastico shakes out the cobwebs and gets back to his feet.

Quadros: Go on Fantastico hit that tool from behind!

Despite Quadros’ comments El Fantastico doesn’t take the underhand tactic and instead waits for The Golden Eagle to get down from the ropes, Gaither turns and Fantastico ushers him to come towards him, Gaither light as a feather dashes at Fantastico; who side steps and sends Gaither into the ropes, Jack Bounces back and his hit square in the jaw with a Drop Kick from Fantastico which sends Gaither over the top rope and to the floor.

Quadros: POW! RIGHT IN THE KISSER!

Franks: I am surprised we don’t get more complaints about your announcing!?

Quadros: Not as many complaints as your wife has about your libido!

Fantastico doesn’t want to waste any-time as he notices Gaither getting back to his feet, so he runs towards Gaither with a baseball slide kicking him again in the jaw. Fantastico slides outside the ring, picks Gaither up and rolls him back inside.

Quadros: Fantastico is just that...He is FANTASTICO!!!

Franks: Will you please? At least Fantastico wants to keep this match within the book by tossing Gaither into the ring.

Quadros: Yeah that’s because Fantastico doesn’t know that GAY-THER loves it when guys TOSS in his RING!

Franks: Your sense of humour is just criminal!

Fantastico climbs into the ring, applying a sleeper submission to Gaither, who wildly kicks getting his foot to the bottom rope, the ref signals Fantastico to let go and both men return to a vertical base.

Franks: Who do you think is behind the mask of El Fantastico?

Quadros: Someone dashing and handsome I would presume?

Franks: And you call Gaither homosexual?

Both men lock up again, Fantastico backs Gaither into the corner and then dives in with a shoulder barge to the gut, once...Twice...Three...NO! Gaither catches The Masked Wonder in a headlock, then kicks his feet off the bottom rope floating around the bigger Fantastico and driving his head to the mat with a modified tornado DDT!

“Gaither, Gaither, Gaither!”

Jack gets to his feet first and reaches down taking Fantastico by the mask and lifting him back to his knees; he locks in another head lock and then lifts and drops Fantastico to the mat with a Vertical Suplex; Gaither then rolls over and applies an Arm Bar submission.

Franks: What technical prowess from Jack Gaither here.

Quadros: Whatever!

Fantastico writhers in pain, but being bigger than Gaither he begins to rock from side to side trying to loosen the hold and gain momentum, after a few rocks Fantastico rolls over breaking the arm-bar and hitting a forearm across the bridge of Gaither’s nose causing his nose to explode with a gush of blood.

Quadros: HA HA!

Franks: That looks nasty I hope it isn’t broken?

Quadros: I hope it is!

Both men use the ropes to get to their feet, gasping for air and trying to suck up their strength, Gaither holds his nose while Fantastico adjusts his mask before grabbing Gaither by the forearm and whipping him to the ropes and slamming him to the mat with a Powerslam!

1
2
KICK OUT!

Fantastico gets to his feet and lifts Gaither up setting up a Power-Bomb, Fantastico lifts and...Gaither turns the move into a loose Hurricanranna sending El Fantastico across the middle rope; Gaither runs at Fantastico striking he’s knee across his back as the fans go mental!!!!

Franks: Can you hear these fans on there feet cheering Gaither on!?

Quadros: I wish I couldn’t, what a horrible accent they have.

Gaither lifts the limp Fantastico up and whips him to the ropes, Gaither jumps wraps his legs around Fantastico’s head with a Leg Scissors Take down...BUT Fantastico holds on and spins around with Gaither as if they were competing on Dancing on Ice; Fantastico then sits out slamming Gaither face first into the canvas with a reverse sit out power bomb.

Quadros: Holy Cow! That had to hurt!

Franks: I dare say it did?

Fantastico rolls out of the move straight into The Dulces Suenos! Locking it in across Gaither’s already busted nose and wrenching back hard.

Quadros: Dulces Suenos! Dulces Suenos! That means SWEET DREAMS! And it looks that way for Gaither.

Gaither tries to resist, you can see he wants to tap but he can’t do it not in his home town! Fantastico wrenches harder but still Gaither wont tap.

Franks: What resilience, Gaither just will not quit!

You can hear Gaither scream in agony as Fantastico locks the hold in harder, his mouth filling up with blood pouring from his nose, the ref doesn’t know what to do as Gaither still wont tap out!

Franks: Just tap out Jack, don’t hurt yourself, don’t risk injury to your jaw and nose, you already to two huge kicks to the jaw and busted your nose, just give up Jack.

The fans are going wild, some are cheering others are concerned about the health of Gaither, and in that moment you see Jack Gaither pass out...Not Give up...But pass out due to the pain and the ref rings the bell.

DING DING DING!

Freddy Ferdinand: And here is your winner! El Fantastico!!!!

The hometown fans are not to pleased with he result; and Fantastico looks beat, he looks down at Gaither and shakes his head with utter respect for the guy, He rocks back into the corner clearly out of breath and hurting from the huge match...as he takes his first deep breath the arena suddenly darkens and a message appears on the screen.

“ART IS ETERNAL!”

A spotlight hits and standing on the entrance ramp is none other than “The Artist” Zex; he stands with his arms outstretched in a Christ like pose with his agent Leon Murphy grinning behind him, Leon Passes Zex a Microphone and allows him to speak.

Zex: Fantastico! At Field Envy you spoke of art, you spoke of colour and you spoke of dullness, This week I present to you my MASTERPIECE...A WORK OF ART DEDICATED TO YOU!

With that said a picture appears on the Butcher-Tron.

Zex: BRUTUS! Bring out the girl.

Then Brutus Pryde walks on stage dragging a young Mexican teenage girl, she struggles and screams as Pryde tosses her to the metal staging.

Zex: This ladies and gentlemen is Sarita, a young girl who idolises El Fantastico; a girl who thought it right to hang a Piñata of YOUR MAGNIFICENT HERO “THE ARTIST” ZACK. E. XAVIER! A Silly little slut who Fantastico personally gave VIP tickets to this here event. And what a birthday treat we have for her. Live on National TV were gonna witness my Latest and Greatest work of art!

With that said Zex lifts Sarita up by her hair, the young girl kicks and screams as Zex Locks her head between his legs, under-hooks her arms and then looks directly to the ring, where in the shadows you can see Fantastico slowly getting out of the ring. Then Within an instant Zex hoists and drops the young girl to the steel grating floor with a hellacious ZEXPLOSION!

The lights return to normal as you see a staggering El Fantastico hurriedly trying to make his way up to the entrance, Zex strikes his Christ pose one more time before turning and walking away with his Entourage .

Fantastico makes it to the girl cradling her in his arms and screaming for EMT’s as PWA cuts to an early Commercial Break.

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MAIN EVENT
PWA World Light Heavyweight Championship
Nighthawk vs. Scott Alexander
Written by: Okori (match), Andrew (commentary), & Sam (preview)

What hasn’t Nighthawk done in PWA? This former World Heavyweight Champion and future PWA Hall of Famer takes on newly crowned Light Heavyweight Champion and current PrimeTime Champion; Scott Alexander. Alexander added the Light Heavyweight Championship to his collection by beating Zakk Bryce in a "Loser Leaves PWA" match at Field Envy. Will Alexander continue his quest for Gold and keep his Light Heavyweight title or will Nighthawk add yet another LH Title reign to his list of accomplishments?

An expectant hush falls over the crowd as the lights dim, and Freddy Ferdinand steps to the center of the ring as the classic microphone descends from the rafters. Grabbing it with a flourish as the sold-out crowd buzzes in anticipation he steps forward and intones in a deep baritone voice, “

Ferdinand: This next contest is your main event of the evening and is scheduled for 1 fall with a 1-hour time limit, and is for the undisputed PWA World Light Heavyweight Championship. The referee in charge is PWA Senior Official Mickey Vann.”

Franks: Well, this should be quite a main event, I think. Scott Alenxander has been on quite a tear as of late, and added the Light heavyweight Title to his collection at Field Envy. And this week, he defends his newly acquired crown against the multi-time Light heavyweight champion, Nighthawk. This should be quite a test of his abilty, I think.


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

(A few lights flash in the entrance way like camera flashbulbs as Scott Alexander appears to the tune of Jay Z's “Empire State of Mind." Scott bobs his head along with the music with an impressed grin on his face as he raises the PWA World Light Heavyweight Championship high over his head. He walks down the aisle slapping some hands as the crowd reacts with a mixed reaction to his introduction. Once in the ring, he goes from corner to corner with a one fist salute, ala his wrestling idol 'HotShot' Chris Michaels.)

"This place will self destruct in...Five seconds"

(As the two men stand in their corners and await the introductions, "And Some Ya Lose" by One Minute Silence begins to play, heralding the arrival of Terminus into the arena. The PWA World Heavyweight Champion takes a second to soak in the fan's cheers, and then makes his way to the ring side area, and after nodding in the direction of the fans proceeds to make his way toward the commentators booth and takes a seat beside Franks while grabbing a spare head-set so that he can provide guest commentary.)

Franks: Well, the Heavyweight Champion has decided to join us this evening...Undoubtedly to scout the two competitors who accepted the open challenge that he issued earlier on in the week.

Terminus: Well, yeah...and to watch what should be a pretty damned good wrestling match. Alexander has all the athletic ability in the world, but Nighthawk is one of the best technical wrestlers you'll ever see, so...

Quadros: Glen...No one wants to hear you talk about Nighthawk. The only want to...

Terminus: To watch him compete. You're right about that Ray...

Quadros: That...That wasn't what I was gonna say.

Terminus: No...But it's still true. So let's go down to the ring and get things started...

Franks: I couldn't have said that better myself.

Freddy Ferdinand: “Introducing first, in the corner to my left, he is the challenger. Weighing in tonight at 185 pounds he is wearing his traditional royal-blue trimmed with white. He is one of the most decorated and popular superstars in the world today. His list of championships include 4 separate reigns as the PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion, and a reign as the PWA World Heavyweight Champion. Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the universally recognized #1 contender, from the fighting city of Chicago, Illinois, ‘The Master of 1000 Holds’…. ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk!”

(As Nighthawk steps out of the corner, removing his ring jacket, the crowd erupts and tosses in fountains of blue and white streamers which Nighthawk shrugs off as he stares a hole through his opponent on the other side of the ring.)

Freddy Ferdinand: “His opponent, in the corner to my right, he is the defending champion. coming to us tonight originally from Brooklyn, New York but now training and fighting out of Boston, Massachusetts, he weighed in at 224 and 1\2 pounds. Wearing black trimmed with red and gold he is the PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion….. Scott Alexander.”

(As Scott Alexander steps out of the corner, raising the PWA World Light Heavyweight Championship high above his head, the crowd lustily boos him and chants “Lose Your Title” and “Nighthawk’s Going To Kill You”.)

Franks: Not a lot of love for Alexander being shown by this capacity crowd this evening...

Quadros: Haters gonna hate, Carl.

Terminus: yeah, well, given this guy's behavior as of late, there's pretty good reason for them to hate him, I think...

(As Nighthawk steps into the center of the ring, his ice-blue eyes betraying his own sense of annoyance with the cocky champion on the other side of the ring, he swallows hard and puts his right hand out to shake in an attempt to imbue some honor into the proceedings. Looking at the outstretched hand of his opponent with a disrespectful sneer on his face Scott looks down at the hand before callously shoving it away, a disrespectful smile on his face as he leaves the Chicago native standing in center ring with his hands on his hips and a slow-burning look of anger on his face as he tries to work out what the New Yorker’s plan of attack must have been. Circling back off of the ropes Scott now appears apologetic for what he just did and offers his hand to Nighthawk to shake which he does, only to get slapped hard across the face. Refusing to back down the former World Heavyweight Champion bombs the Premiere Champion with a stinging European uppercut, following that up with a hiptoss into a wristlock that he quickly cranks back on as he almost immediately has a desire to weaken his opponent’s left arm. Pulling back on the wrist, placing his knee right at the elbow joint to keep the arm immobilized while he works on the arm, the “Wrestling Machine” now converts the hold into an outside wristlock and pulls back further on the wrist until the muscles in the forearm begin to show the strain. Scrambling to the ropes as quickly as he can, wrapping both boots across the bottom strand of cable, Scott forces the break, which Nighthawk adheres to but not before the count of 4. Leaning against the ropes for just a second, shaking out his left arm as he looks frustrated, the World Light Heavyweight Champion steps back into the center of the ring and goes for a knucklelock challenge which the “Master of 1000 Holds” is only all too happy to accept as he pops the knucklelock over into a quick Breaks Special, which Scott breaks by grabbing on to the nearest set of ropes and then rolling to the floor to try and get a new strategy together on the fly.)

Franks: Interesting game of cat and mouse so far...

Quadros: If you say so.

Terminus: Hey, it would behoove you to pay close attention, 'cause both of these guys have the ability to end the match at any moment.

Quadros: Oh yeah...right...Like THAT'S gonna happen.

(Climbing back into the ring carefully, trying to keep his left arm away from Nighthawk, Scott now tries to get under Nighthawk’s skin again by slapping him across the face and then running to the floor when Nighthawk tries to catch him. following him out Nighthawk chases him around the ring, only to be caught with a jumping knee to the back when he slides back in the ring. Signaling for a superkick early, Scott sets it up only to have it blocked and countered into the Hangman’s Clutch. Pulling back on the hold Nighthawk lets out a scream of victory when Scott Alexander taps out.)

Quadros: WHAT!?

Franks: Nighthawk wins! He's won the Light Heavyweight Championship once again!

Terminus: Told you to pay attention, Ray. Well, looks like I'm facing not just one, but TWO champions next week....And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Freddy Ferdinand: “The winner of the match, and the NEW PWA Light Heavyweight Champion of the World, ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk!”

(Nighthawk is shown celebrating inside the ring, holding up his LH title belt. Glen slowly rises to his feet, and then raises HIS belt, showing Alexander and Nighthawk what they'll be fighting for next week, and the show ends with the three men staring one another down before the screen fades to black.)