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VIOLATION 101
Sunday, August 15th, 2010
AsiaWorld Arena in Hong Kong, China

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THE LEGEND RETURNS
Written by: Donnie

A long white stretch limousine pulls up in the garage just inside the Asia World Arena in Hong Kong. The

driver, a small Asian guy with a drivers cap, climbs out of the front seat as the car comes to a stop. He

walks around to the back door, opening it. Tony Field climbs out first, followed by Zakk Bryce, Frankie

Bones, Rochelle Robinson, and Chris Michaeli. Then Derek Daughtery, mentor of Tony Field and former

Dysfunction manager is seen climbing out of the limo, being seen around PWA for the first time in over a

year.

Tony Field: Thanks, Kato…

Zakk Bryce: Kato?? But his name’s…

Frankie laughs.

Frankie Bones: Haven’t you ever heard of the Green Hornet?

Zakk Bryce: I thought it was the Green Lantern…

Rochelle Robinson: That’s just a little bit..racist…isn’t it? I mean just because you have an Asian driver, you

automatically link him to Kato?

Chris Michaeli: I agree with Rochelle…as your agent I have to warn you, a comment like that could effect

your merchandising in Asian based countries.

Tony Field: Do I look like I give a shit? All these slant eyes look the same to me anyway. I can’t tell Bruce Lee

from Jackie Chan from Chow Yun whats-his-name…

Zakk Bryce: Phat, it’s Chow Yun Phat.

Tony Field: Like it really matters. Are we ever going to get the hell out of Asia? I hate this fucking continent.

Theresa Ford is seen standing backstage talking to a few crew-men when she notices the Field and his

entourage making their grand entrance. She stops, and then does a double take before approaching the

crew. Just as she gets close, Frankie Bones sticks his hand out to stop her, but Tony motions to Frankie

that’s it okay. She walks right past Tony and to Derek.

Theresa Ford: You’re Derek Daughtery, right?

Derek nods his head and smiles, showing his pearly whites.

Derek Daughtery: Yes, I am.

Theresa: World Champion at 17, 8 time champion, former President of Tradition, trainer of Tony Field,

manager of Tony Field and Ashton Crowley, and…

Derek laughs.

Derek Daughtery: You must be a fan…

Theresa Ford: Not really, I despise you, but I respect your history. I just know my wrestling. So I must ask,

why are you here? I thought you were retired…completely?

Derek Daughtery: I never really truly retired if you must now, I just left the spot light to run my own

independent promotion. Figured I’d give up and comers a chance to succeed. Who do you think first found

Zakk Bryce…and gave him Tony’s address…

Tony shakes his head.

Tony Field: So you’re the one…

Derek Daughtery: Figured it was your turn to give back to the business.

Theresa Ford: So what are you doing here? You’re avoiding the question.

Derek Daughtery: Is this an official interview?

Theresa Ford rolls her eyes.

Theresa Ford: It could be if it’s the only way I’ll get my answers.

Derek looks at Tony, who motions to Frankie and then nods toward to Theresa. Frankie pushes Theresa

aside as The Outfit presses by. Tony stops for moment before passing, turning back to Theresa.

Tony Field: First of all, we have our own personal interviewer, and you sure as hell don’t look like Miranda

Buck…unless (Tony licks his lips)…you want to roleplay for a while?

Theresa looks at Tony with disgust.

Theresa Ford: Hardly…

Tony Field: Then get the hell out of the way. It’ll all become apparent later tonight.

With that The Outfit continue on to their locker room, pushing past Theresa Ford.

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HISTORY
Written by: Bob

The camera cuts to Tom K. Winnick standing in front of a graphic that reads “The Captain.” It is very

reminiscent of an old school Saturday afternoon wrestling promo set up. He has his shirt unbuttoned and

seems very cool and relaxed. He cracks his knuckles and then begins to speak.

TKW: I have a feeling… I have a feeling tonight is going to be more important than anyone here realizes.

Sure, you are turning on your TV and expecting another great edition of Violation. Or you are sitting there in

the crowd and thinking that this will be worth the price of admission. But I have this inkling… maybe a bit of

ESP… I don’t know… but I have a hunch that tonight isn’t going to just be “another night.” I have a feeling

that tonight will be HISTORY!

He takes a few quick breaths and then looks intently into the camera.

TKW: Last week was a moment of reflection. We relived the last one hundred episodes and it was great.

But I believe that that was just the beginning for PWA. In fact, we are finished with the beginning. We are

now here looking at something brand new… or in my case… a little old and beat up. But that doesn’t

change the fact that tonight the pendulum will swing a different way. Aside from me getting my chance to

hold the gold with my dear friend Josh Graham, we have another title match. Hell, Milo Crews, god bless

him and what he must be going through in his personal, gets to step out there tonight and not just compete

for the Primetime title… but do it in the main event for the first time. I cannot tell you how much I am pulling

for this kid tonight. I’ve watched his last matches and he has something Sam Washington will never have:

heart. If he wins, it will definitely be history in the making and the end of that false Patriot Sam Washington.

Milo, I know you got a lot on your mind, but I just want you to know that a lot of us here in the back see a

bright future for you and hope that tonight is the start of that. But be forewarned that if you win that title…

sooner or later I’ll be coming for you. I still have a desire to be the Primetime champion of the world and I

don’t care how much I like you… you are not going to stand in my way.

The Captain gives a salute to the camera and then gets a wild eyed look on his face.

TKW: BUT before that, we have me… we have Josh Graham and … we have C.U.N.T! This has been heavy

on my heart all week guys. Like I said early in the week, I think you guys are pretty down cats… but the

history being made tonight will not be Matt Boeing and Aiden Miles successfully defending the titles. The

history will be that two nice guys will overcome the odds and become The Tag Team champions of the

world! You see brothers, I overcame a personal victory last week in my pinfall victory of Night Train gaining

my team our shot. I am NOT going to let that be all for naught! We are going to make good on that number

one contendership win. It’s too late to pull out now for us. It is too late for you guys to come up with a decent

strategy. The time is now to make history as I become the oldest PWA champion ever and Graham

becomes the most humble PWA champion ever! The Believas in Margaritas history begins here!

He stops for a moment.

TKW: And fellows… I can drink to that!

Fade to black!

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WOULD HE DO THE SAME FOR YOU?
Written by: Andrew

~ Rochelle Robinson is shown lingering near the arena entrance, watching the action taking place inside the

ring with an impassive expression that indicates equal measures of amusement and disdain when the

sound of a man clearing his throat causes her to whirl in around in surprise. That surprised expression

becomes even more pronounced with Rochelle regards the sight of Terminus standing in front of her, with

his arms folded across his chest and his expression concealed by that trademark mask. ~

Terminus: Good evening, Rochelle. You seem a bit surprised to see me. Wonder why that is...?

~Rochelle has an expression of surprise on her face, but quickly disregards it and regains her composure

fairly quick.~

Rochelle Robinson: I really hate to be rude and...Field like...but I am surprised you were even able to show

up after what happened last week.

~ This comment causes Glen to grin slightly beneath the garment that covers his face, although his eyes

become even colder in the process. ~

Terminus: Yeah, well, you know me, Rochelle. Stubborn to a fault. Some people might think that this trait

will be the death of me...But personally, I think that it's one of my strong points.

Rochelle Robinson: Well that stubborness has gotten you backed into a corner. I tried and tried to talk some

sense into you, but you just wouldn't listen. I tried everything I could to give you an out, but that "strong

point" of yours as you so elegantly put it...just wouldn't let it happen.

~ Terminus lets out a bitter chuckle. ~

Terminus: And, of course, when I chose not to take advantage of the out that you so generously provided,

You decided to take me out instead...Right?

~Rochelle lets out a sigh of frustration.~

Rochelle Robinson: Look, I warned you this was Tony's game. I told you time and time again that my

loyalities lie with Tony. We all had a role to play, I just played mine very well and kept my cards under the

table, even from Tony. I gave you every indication I could. I tried to give you an out.

Terminus, nodding after a pause: I see. So...You just wanted me to have an out, right? You just wanted to

make sure that I didn't get hurt, because you valued the friendship that you CLAIMED to have with me so

damned much...Is THAT your story?

~An angry Rochelle starts to turn red the face~

Rochelle Robinson: You think you know what really happened, don't you? But you honestly have no clue, do

you? Do you really want the story of what happend, or do you want to hide behind your own delusions.

~ In one smooth motion, Terminus steps to the side and picks up two folded steel chairs that are leaning

against a wall nearby. ~

Terminus: Oh, I certainly do want to hear what you have to say, Robinson. That's one of the reasons why I'm

here. So, I think we should both grab a seat and talk. But, if you don't mind me asking...I think you should sit

first. Bad things have happened in the past when you get a hold of a chair.

~ With that, Glen unfolds the chair in one hand with a quick snap of the wrist and slides it over to her.

Rochelle looks at the chair, and then to Glen, then back to the chair before taking a seat, she then motions

to Glen to take a seat as well, trying to set her own mind at ease.~

Terminus: Nah...On second thought, I think I'll stand.

~ With that, Terminus leans against the wall in front of her, drumming his fingertips against the flat side of

the chair as he stares expectantly in her direction. ~

Terminus: So...what's the real story, Rochelle?

~ Rochelle stands from her chair, refusing to take a seat, feeling slightly uncomfortable.~

Rochelle: I won't lie to you anymore, I have no reason to. I placed myself with you. I knew that day, that if I

tried to take the match with you, I'd earn both your respect, and that Tony wouldn't allow it. Tony had

nothing to do with it, I was acting on my own. I was making my own play.

~ The only indication that Terminus has heard these words is the slightest nod of his head, and the fact that

his drumming on the chair becomes just a bit louder. ~

Rochelle Robinson: Tony's smart, manipulative. No one can beat him at that part...but I've seen you wrestle.

I knew that if you could neutralize Tony's games, you'd beat him. He has too much riding on this to lose. I

was trying to place myself in a spot to assure he wins without damaging his precious ego in the process.

~Rochelle legs out a sigh.~

Rochelle Robinson: I won't lie though, along the way, I did honestly feel a friendship there..one I know i've

thrown away now, and I accept thatt. I did try to give you a way out. I was being sincere when I tried to get

you to back out. I didn't want to see you hurt. But it wasn't Tony I was afraid of hurting you....

~Rochelle pauses a moment.~

Rochelle Robinson: ...it was me. I knew if you didn't back down, if I couldn't get you to walk away, what I'd

eventually have to do. I knew it'd come down to be betraying our friendship. I don't regret it though, you

brought it on yourself, you're just too blind to see it.

~ Throughout that entire speech the masked man has been drumming his fingertips louder and louder,

forcing Rochelle to raise her voice to make herself heard over this sound. As soon as she finishes speaking,

though, Glen stops drumming and stares directly at her before another slight grin forms through his mask.~

Terminus: Well, that's quite the story, Rochelle. Imagine feeling so strongly about a person that you would

go out of your way to act in what you thought was his better interests, and earn the undying contempt of

yours truly in the process. You must really think highly of Tony, Rochelle. You must care for him pretty

damned deeply....

~ Glen shakes his head slightly as he continues to speak to the woman in front of him, ~

Terminus: In a sense, I almost envy Filed. It's got to be a hell of a feeling to know that he's got someone who

thinks so highly of him that she's willing to screw over everyone and everything to advance his career.

~ The eyes of Terminus grow cold once again even as the smile stays on his face. ~

Terminus: Of course, I just wonder if Field would be willing to do the same for you. Do you think that he

would, Rochelle? Do you think that he has the same concept of "friendship" that you do? Deep in your heart,

do you think that he cares for you in the same way that you obviously care for him?

~Rochelle rolls her eyes and just chuckles to herself.~

Rochelle Robinson: I thought you were more receptive than that. I suppose some things aren't as obvious to

others are to me. Trust me, I have nothing to worry about when it comes to Tony. I'm probably the only

person out there who can put his trust in Tony with no fear of being screwed over.

Terminus, smirking: And vice versa, no doubt...I must say, Rochelle, the two of you really do deserve one

another.

~Rochelle laughs.~

Rochelle Robinson: In due time. Tell you what though, I'll give you this one last out...just because a part of

me did like you. Be smart for a change, back out at Point Of No Return. It's a lose-lose for you. You've got

nothing to gain, so why fight it? Be smart and walk away now before it's too late.

~ Now it's the masked man;s turn to laugh. ~

Terminus: Rochelle, you know just as well as I do that this is something that just can't be done. After working

so hard to gain control of the type of match that Tony and I would fight, do you honestly think that I back out

when I can now arrange the type of match that will allow me to gain my final revenge upon the two of you?

Rochelle Robinson: If that's how you feel, then so be it. I can't really say I blame you anyway. After all, you

did get played for a fool.

Terminus: Perhaps...But before you gloat too much about that, Robinson, consider this....Consider the fact

that all this has done is to make me step into the ring at Point of No Return, and do the exact same thing to

your friend that he wants to do to me. I want to take the Real Deal out, Rochelle...Nothing will make me

happier than to see that take place...

~ Terminus' smile disappears as he stares with a mixture of anger and contempt at his now former friend.~

Terminus: Well...One thing might make me happier...And that's to see the look of sorrow and anger that

appears on your face when you watch that happen, and realize that, in the end, the only person you played

by taking the actions you did was your very best friend.

~ With that, Glen Watts nods his head toward Rochelle and begins to back away, while drawing his thumb

across his throat to indicate his intention, and the fact that the conversation, and friendship, has been

brought to a conclusion.

After taking a couple of steps backward, Glen spins on his heel and begins to walk down the hall. Rochelle

stares after him for a moment, and then looks down at the chair and picks it up, before walking after him at

an increasingly rapid pace.Terminus keeps his back turned to Rochelle, but as he continues to walk away

from her, he makes a comment that causes her to freeze in her tracks.~

Terminus: See you around, Rochlle...And one final piece of advice for the road. The people who are

prepared to stab their friends in the back had BETTER be prepared to watch their own once that happens...

~ Terminus continue to walk away from Rochelle, keeping his back turned to her all the while.)

Terminus: 'Cause you just never know what's gonna happen...Do you?

~Rochelle pauses for a moment, and then tosses the chair aside, before letting out a sigh as she turns her

attention back to the action taking place in the ring.~

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PWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
Believas in Margaritas vs. C.U.N.T. ©
Written by: Neil

The heavy sounds of a saxophone is heard across the arena. A shot of crowds of people clapping across

arenas world wide is shown. This is followed a shot of a Margarita being slammed down on the counter of a

bar. Once the song picks up, the graphic that says "Believas in Margaritas" is displayed on the screen.

Suddenly, the screen shows both Tom Winnick and Josh Graham on stage playing saxophones with no

shirts on. Once the lyrics start up both Winnick and Graham burst from behind the curtains. The fans are on

their feet as Graham comes out holding his arms up in the air. Winnick follows him pointing towards the ring

and then points to Graham. The two look at each other and then jog down the rampway exchanging high

fives with the fans. They stop at the bottom of the walkway as Tim Capello sings "I Still Believe" and once

the synth kicks in Josh Graham raises his hands to the sky and Tom Winnick mimics a drinking motion as

white fireworks go off behind them on the rampway.

Josh slides into the ring as The Captain climbs the steps and then enters. Graham raises his arms up for the

crowd as The Captain tears off his button up Captain's shirt to reveal his hairy chest. The two then hit the

top turnbuckles and point to the crowd.

Franks: Believas in Margaritas last week did a good job scoring the upset against NightTrain & Trinity in

order to obtain this early Tag Team Title shot. They're the new guys on the block and they all ready have

some fans here in Hong Kong.

Quadros: These guys don't have any fans, Carl! Didn't you see them before the show handing out free

merchandise to try and win people over?

Franks: Yeah and C.U.N.T. told them to move along. There's a little bit of friction from earlier between these

two teams.

As Eatin' Aint Cheatin' by Steel Panther plays through the P.A system, instead of coming through the

entrance tunnel, Aiden Miles & Matt Boeing are seen coming through the crowd taunting security on their

way as fans boo and hiss.

Franks: These two are just arrogant punks, Ray. They ran Hammerfist Security out of the PWA by

challenging them to a match out of their element. Then they ran XTC out of the company with their

questionable tactics.

Quadros: That's called being a super security guard, Carl. PWA is a better off place with Aiden Miles and

Matt Boeing dictating who comes and goes.

C.U.N.T. hands the belts off to to Referee Andy Sheppard who in turns shows them to Believas in

Margaritas so they are completely aware that the titles are on the line. Sheppard hands the belts to the

outside and calls for the bell...DING!

Franks: Here we go with this Violation 101 PWA Tag Team Championship match-up! We're starting off with

Aiden Miles and 'the Captain' Tom K. Winnick.

Quadros: Show him who runs this company, Miles!

The two light heavyweights meet in the middle of the ring and stand toe-to-toe. Miles starts jawing with

Winnick, telling him he's an old man and time has run out for him to be worth a damn. Follow up SLAP

across the face of Tom K. Winnick!

Franks: What a show of disrespect by Aiden Miles!

Quadros: Aww, what is Winnick going to do? Cry?

TKW looks out towards the Hong Kong crowd who begs him to slap Aiden Miles back. He wipes the side of

this face only for Aiden Miles to slap him again! And that right there sets off Winnick who pops Aiden Miles

in the chin with a forearm! Another forearm by Winnick! Another! Another! He backs Aiden Miles up against

the ropes and looks for a whip! Reversed mid-ring by Aiden Miles! The Captain bounces off the ropes, leap

frog from Aiden Miles! Winnick bounces off again right into Aiden Miles waiting arm drag...NO! Winnick

catches Miles with a knife-edge chop! WHOOO! Another! WHOOO! Another! WHOOO!

Franks: There's the shots Hong Kong was waiting for!

Kick to the midsection of Miles. Neckbreaker on the Tag Team Champion! “Winnick! Winnick! Winnick!”

The challenger runs towards the ropes, bounces off and drops an elbow to the sternum! Hooks the

leg...1!..2!...KICK OUT! Winnick drags Miles to his feet and hits a perfect vertical suplex before popping

back to his feet, tagging out to Josh Graham.

Franks: And now the ever motivated Josh Graham enters the ring!

Quadros: Do we really need a motivational speaker around here, Carl? I thought everybody was pretty

motivated with themselves lately!

Graham steps into the ring and catches the rising Aiden Miles with a knife-edge chop of his own! WHOOO!

He sends Aiden Miles into a corner and runs towards him, blasting the Tag Team Champion and Head of

Security right in the face with an ax handle! Miles' legs go weak as he's slumped in the corner with Graham

climbing to the second rope. Graham looks out towards the Chinese that is is over with! He starts

hammering away on Miles' head! One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! TEN! 'The Standard'

Aiden Miles wobbles out of the corner right into a Josh Graham body slam! Another cover for BiM!

1!...2!...THRE...KICK OUT!

Franks: Believas in Margaritas have come out swinging in this one, Ray!

Quadros: Security needs to get their heads back in this one. We can't have the titles being placed in the

hands of these losers!

Matt Boeing is beside himself on the ring apron, looking for a tag in and perhaps change the complexion of

this match-up! Graham pulls up Aiden Miles again for a vertical suplex. Wait! No! Aiden Miles lands on his

feet. Graham turns around to look at his work only to eat a dropping spinning heel kick to the face!

Quadros: And Graham is down!

The crowd goes silent now that Aiden Miles is in control. He begins to get them to hate him more and more

with each stomp he drops to Josh Graham's face. Stomp! Boo! Stomp! Boo! Stomp! Boo! Miles pulls Graham

up and shows him how to throw a correct vertical suplex by doing one of his own. He looks down into

Graham's face and starts taunting him and saying “that is your Standard suplex, pal!” Miles then runs

towards the cables, bounces off, and hits a standard rolling senton splash! He hooks the

leg...1!...2!...THR...KICK OUT!

Franks: The momentum has shifted momentarily here. Let's see if Completely Undeniable Natural Talent

can keep this up. Matt Boeing clearly wants a tag in bad.

Quadros: And he's going to get it too!

Aiden Miles sends Josh Graham into enemy territory, cutting him off at the corner. Miles tags out to Matt

Boeing and makes sure to hold Graham in place, leaving him with few options. The big man in the match

clubs Graham across the top of the head, nearly dropping him in the corner!

As Aiden Miles ducks back out onto the apron, Boeing takes Graham by the arm and sends him flying out of

the corner with a toss! Josh Graham bounces face first off the mat only to land on his hands and knees! He

tries to reach out for Winnick's outstretched hand but misses the mark after Boeing punts him in the

ribcage!

Boeing puts his boot on Graham's neck, choking him out while TKW starts threatening him to get off the

neck! Here comes Referee Sheppard, warning Boeing...1! 2! 3! 4! Matt Boeing steps off the neck and is

read the riot act from Sheppard on how he will be disqualified. Matt Boeing brushes the referee aside and

drags Graham to his feet. He whips Graham towards the ropes. Off comes 'The Believer!' Caught with by a

Matt Boeing sidewalk slam!

Quadros: There's some power for you, Carl!

Again he hooks the leg of Josh Graham...1!...2!...THRE...KICK OUT!! Boeing doesn't seem to care one bit as

he wants to kick some ass tonight. Boeing lifts his opponent up with a military press only to drop him across

the knee! Double boot to the head of Graham! Boeing gets onto Graham's backside and applies a camel

clutch!

Franks: Here we go! Matt Boeing applies a submission! C.U.N.T. could retain!

Quadros: Tap out, Graham!

Josh Graham is yelling out in pain as his head is being yanked backwards by Boeing! Referee Sheppard

wants to know if Graham will quit? NO he's not going to quit! Tom K. Winnick starts clapping his hands on

the ring apron to get the crowd into it. He starts yelling “I believe!” and soon enough Hong Kong is starting

to believe as well! “We Believe! We Believe! We Believe!”

Franks: Listen to this! Hong Kong is chanting that they believe in Josh Graham! But does he believe in

himself?

Quadros: Listen to yourself, Carl! You sound like a damn fool!

Boeing yanks back further on the camel clutch! “We believe! We believe! We believe!” Referee Andy

Sheppard asks Graham again if he gives up?....NO! He will not give up to Matt Boeing! Boeing releases the

clutch and brings a hammer blow down into Josh Graham's face! Winnick is still clapping his hands to keep

the crowd into the match and perhaps will 'the Believer' on.

Boeing pulls Graham up and sends him towards the ropes. Graham bounces off right into the waiting arms

of the '747!' NO! Thesz Press! Thesz Press by Josh Graham drops the cocky Matt Boeing to the canvass!

Graham starts hammering away with closed fists! Right hand! Right hand! Right hand! Left! The crowd

pops as 'the Believer' bounces back to his feet and calls for the stunned Matt Boeing to get back to his.

Boeing pops up and gets knocked backwards by a follow up spinning haymaker from Josh Graham!

Franks: What a stiff shot from Graham!

He shakes off his wrist after that nasty punch! No cover from Graham as he tags out to Tom K. Winnick. In

comes 'the Captain' with a headbutt drop from right out of the cover! He hooks the leg! 1!...2!... Aiden Miles

flirting with coming into the ring ....THRE...KICK OUT!! Referee Sheppard sends Miles back to his corner

while Winnick grabs the '747' by the ankles! Airplane spin by Winnick on Boeing!

Quadros: Around and around and around he goes!

Boeing sure does until Winnick lets the large man go with a thud! Winnick looks to have made himself dizzy

with that move right there and we know Matt Boeing's world is spinning! Boeing wobbles to his feet and

EATS a running Last Shaker of Salt clothesline to the back of the neck by TKW!! 'The Captain' hooks the leg!

1!...2!...THREE...NO!! Aiden Miles with the springboard legdrop across Winnick's neck for the save!

Franks: Oh! Aiden Miles out of no where!

Quadros: Heck yeah! This match continues, Carl!

The illegal Aiden Miles follows up with an Ace Crusher on Tom K. Winnick! Boooo! Referee Sheppard sends

Aiden Miles off to his corner again but the damage is all ready done!

Quadros: Hey! You don't make the rules, Sheppard. Aiden Miles does! He's security you know!

Miles wants that tag in again and Matt Boeing may be in position to give it. The big man crawls on his hands

and knees, looking for Miles' hand. Winnick is still down and out! Boeing reaches out and catches the finger

tips of Miles before slumping back to the mat again!

Franks: Here comes Aiden Miles to mop up his illegal mess on Winnick!

He runs towards the downed Tom K. Winnick and steps over him. He continues running across the ring until

he decks Josh Graham right in the face, knocking him off the apron! Hong Kong boos Aiden Miles for the

foul play as he collects the rising Winnick with an enzuigiri kick to the temple! TKW falls to a knee and is

clearly dazed from the kick! Follow up standing dropkick right to the face by Aiden Miles!

Quadros: Oh ho ho! Believe in that!

Aiden Miles pops up onto the top turnbuckle and waves out to his fans, which there aren't many! He jumps

and....Frog Splash! Connects! Miles hooks the leg! 1!...2!...2.9999997643573!! Clutch KICK OUT from Tom

K. Winnick! Aiden Miles is furious and gives Sheppard a tongue lashing!

Quadros: That was a three count, Carl!

Franks: The replay says otherwise, Ray! Check it out!

Replay shows Winnick's shoulder was up just before Sheppard's hand went down for the three count! Good

call by the referee! Matt Boeing gets back to his feet and he wants to help his partner end this one so they

can go backstage and frisk more women for their security duties. He tells Miles to hold up Winnick, he has

a surprise for him!

Aiden Miles grabs Tom K. Winnick by the shoulders and holds him in place. Here comes the big man Matt

Boeing off the ropes with a bicycle kick! OH! Winnick ducked and Aiden Miles now has to find a dentist in

Hong Kong!

Franks: Oh! Boeing kicked Aiden Miles in the face by mistake!

Quadros: No!

Boeing puts his hands on his head in complete shock! He can't believe it. You better believe it cause here

comes 'the Believer' Josh Graham! He leaps off the top turnbuckle with a Positive Plunge pressing splash

that flattens Boeing from behind! Boeing is down and out as is Graham! Tom K. Winnick is back to his feet

and takes advantage of C.U.N.T.'s miscue! He runs towards the ropes, bounces off in semi-slow

motion....CRASH LANDING!! The leg drop onto Aiden Miles is thunderous! He hooks the leg!

ONE!.... TWO!... THREE!!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Ferdinand: And the winners of this match and brand new PWA Tag Team Champions.....TOM K. WINNICK

and JOSH GRAHAM.....BEEEEELIEVAS IN MMMMMMARGARIIIIITAS!!

“I Still Believe” kicks back up as Referee Andy Sheppard hands the Tag Team straps off to Winnick &

Graham for a huge celebration. They believed they could do it and they did!

Franks: Not bad for Believas in Margaritas, Ray! Two matches in and now they have the Tag Team Titles!

Quadros: This isn't even cool, Carl. Championship Committee Chairman Jake Keeton is passing out title

shots like it's freakin candy! 2 matches? 2 matches?! Are they going to retire now?

Franks: What a way to kick off Violation 101!

---

SMALL PRICE TO PAY
Written by: John

THE BUTCHER: Oh God...not again!

*After opening the door to his office inside the bowels of AsiaWorld Arena, PWA Commissioner Butcher

discovers another soul occupying his desk. This time, it's the lovely Hiroko Gaither in her traditional attire.*

BUTCHER: Oh...Hiroko! I didn't expect to find you here.

HIROKO GAITHER: Mista Buccha? I...am in need of help.

BUTCHER: What the hell!? You've got some nerve after you you did to me a while back! You KICKED me in

the head you loony!

*Hiroko stands up and glares at the Harlem native, who realizes he might've made the grave mistake of

fucking around--figuratively--with the wrong chick!*

HIROKO (in a threatening tone): I kick you HARDER--in balls--if you talk bad about Hiroko ancestor again! I

kick you in nut so hard that you NEVER have kid again!

*Realizing that he's not in a good position with the martial artist, the Commissioner simply backs away.*

BUTCHER: OK, OK! What's wrong?

HIROKO: It...concern a certain consultant.

BUTCHER: Oh shit, what's he planning THIS time!?

*The Chiba City native grabs a manila folder from her husband Jack Gaither's briefcase and hands it to the

Commissioner.

HIROKO: I need for someone to give papers to consultant.

BUTCHER: Umm...I can't do that. I'm not exactly on our "esteemed" consultant's buddy list.

HIROKO: I understand.

???: Yeah. It's not a good idea for either one of us to give it to Consultant Coward.

*In steps "The Golden Eagle," and Commissioner Butcher wants some answers regarding how another

person managed to sneak into his working space.*

JACK GAITHER: I actually told Hiroko to wait in your office until you got here. You need to lock your office

more often because security at PWA events has been nonexistant as of late.

BUTCHER: Oh yeah, I agree with you. When you have two men with the mental capacity of a teenager

hitting puberty, you KNOW trouble is just only a few yards away.

JACK: Which is why I don't trust a lot of people in Premiere anymore. God knows what certain folks are up

to, but I'm digressing. Hiroko, you got the papers?

HIROKO: Hai.

BUTCHER: What papers are we looking at exactly?

*Jack and Hiroko move closer to the Butcher, and they whisper something in the Commish's ear.*

BUTCHER: That's a helluva strategy, but Jack, you do understand that your father-in-law is responsible for

bringing You-Know-Who into the fold in the first place?

JACK: Of course! Mr. Sawada told me himself just after our wedding: that hiring Mister Dickless was a

mistake.

BUTCHER: I know that, but...are you sure you REALLY want to go through with serving him these papers?

JACK: Yeah. Hiroko and I have actually planned this out for a while.

BUTCHER: It's a permanent court order, right?

JACK: Yeppers.

HIROKO: Jakku?

*The Morgantown native turns to his wife, who has an utterly concerned look on her face.*

HIROKO: I have bad feeling about this...

JACK (reassuring Hiroko): It's alright. Just...let's all just go with the flow nad let things play itself out. In the

meantime, I know someone who can serve these papers to Mister No Balls.

*The Butcher wonders who would be the one to slap the PWA Consultant with some sort of court order

when, out of the blue, two bald and rather stocky gentlemen enter the room along with a shorter woman

with flowing black hair. All three individuals are wearing all-black attire and are armed with .45 calibre

semi-automatic pistols.*

BUTCHER: Don't tell me--

JACK: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. I want to introduce you to some old friends of ours: Paul Masterson, his wife

Jewel, and former PWA Security Chief Mugs Hammerfist.

BUTCHER: Personal bodyguards?

JACK: Yeppers. However, should the need arise, they are at your disposal as well.

*The Butcher gives a sick smile as Jack and Hiroko hand "The Perilous One" the manila folder containing the

important court-related documents. As Paul, Jewel, and Mugs leave to serve the papers, The Butcher

wonders what those papers are for starters, but Jack and Hiroko realize that their match is next and start to

leave for warm-ups.*

HIROKO (before leaving): Oh...and Mista Buccha?

BUTCHER (sheepishly): Yeah?

JACK: If you're wondering, it's a court order forbidding You-Know-Who from coming withing 50 feet of

myself or Hiroko for the rest of his natural life.

HIROKO: But...order for court doesn't protect you. You...fair game.

BUTCHER: Wait a damn minute!

HIROKO: It small price to pay for talking bad about Hiroko ancestor.

*Jack and Hiroko leaves the Commissioner alone in his office; the former TNW champion is stunned and

wide-eyed over the Gaither's subtle refusal to protect him from his enemies.*

BUTCHER (sneering): Son of a bitch...

---

ALWAYS MIX SEX AND BUSINESS
Written by: Donnie

Wren Chesney: Well well well, if it isn’t my favorite wrestler.

Tony smirks as he takes a seat on the small love seat in the corner of Wren’s office.

Tony Field: So I’m officially your favorite wrestler, am I?

Wren smiles as she leans back in her chair, propping her feet up on Tony’s leg. She motions to Tony to rub

her feet, to which Tony grins even more as he removes her high heels.

Wren Chesney: No one pleases me quite like you do, what can I say?

Tony began to rub her foot with one hand, while the other hand rubbed the back of her calf, the edges of his

fingernails just grazing Wren’s skin, giving her goosebumps.

Tony Field: I have to say…the things you do yourself…the feeling is very much returned.

Wren let out a soft laugh.

Wren Chesney: We keep this up, people may think we are a couple.

Tony smirks.

Tony Field: And that’s a bad thing? Together we’d make the ultimate power couple. We’d be untouchable

in ways you couldn’t even dream of.

Wren nods her head.

Wren Chesney: I think you may very well be right, but I don’t think Miss Buck would be too happy about

that.

Tony laughed hard with this.

Tony Field: Her? She’s nothing. She’s just someone to play with when I get bored. As long as I keep

stringing her along, make her think there’s something there, she’ll keep right on doing just what I ask her to

do.

Wren perks an eyebrow.

Wren Chesney: And how am I to know you’re not doing the very same thing to me?

Tony shook his head in disbelief.

Tony Field: I won’t lie, it’s my style. It’s right down my alley. But come on, Wren, you and I both know you

are far too intelligent and into yourself to allow something like that to happen. Besides, you are benefitting

from this little relationship, too.

Wren started to rub her other foot on Tony’s inner thigh as he continued to caress her legs ever so gently.

Wren Chesney: Well the plan kind of backfired last week, didn’t it?

Tony Field: I got screwed over, and we need to make it right.

Wren Chesney: It’s too late; I can’t overturn the decision now. My hands are tied. I try to overturn it now,

this late in the game, and Judicial Review will just make it all harder.

Tony Field: Then we get rid of the source. We make an example out Steve Upshaw. We show that there are

repercussions. I had that match won, but that little shit couldn’t even count to three correctly. I had that

match won. Then I got so pissed over the fucking slow count, I lowered my guard, and let Glen take the

match. I hold Steve Upshaw personally responsible for this travesty of a loss. I want Upshaw fired. Send his

ass packing. Referees are a dime a dozen anyway.

Wren Chesney: I got a better idea. If I fire him, he’s free to find work elsewhere. If I suspend him, he’s

stuck at home with no paycheck and no options. If he quits while on suspension, I can sue him for breach of

contract. So how about I just have him suspended, indefinitely, for his actions? I think that would more than

suffice.

Tony smiles as he works his hand up her calf to her thigh, running the tip of his fingers just under the hem of

her tight black dress.

Tony Field: I love it. When?

Wren Chesney: I’ll write up the paper work…as soon as we are…finished.

Tony smirks.

Tony Field: I want to be the one to serve him the papers. I have a point to prove.

Wren Chesney: Now Tony, darling, I can’t afford to deal with a lawsuit right now.

Tony Field: Oh don’t worry, I’ll deal with any repercussions that come from it.

Wren Chesney: Good…

Wren gets up from her seat and takes a seat next to Tony on the love seat. She starts to rub his stomach

seductively, her hand sliding under his shirt, toying with his abs.

Wren Chesney: Now can we get to the pleasantries?

Tony laughs.

Tony Field: After you answer me one more question?

Wren leans in close to Tony’s ear, whispering in it.

Wren Chesney: And what would that be?

Tony Field: Derek, he’s still technically under contract, right?

Wren Chesney: His initial deal was two years as a non-wrestling personality. He’s got until May of next

year.

Tony leans in to Wren, starts to kiss her, but Wren pulls back.

Wren Chesney: Start at the neck. I love the neck. You know the spot….

[Neil]

---

THREE YEARS, THREE NAMES
Written by: Neil

“King of Pain” by the Police begins to play and the Hong Kong crowd starts to boo loudly. They've all ready

had enough of the Commissioner's antics and he still has a match to go tonight. He walks out from the back

with his Captain Howdy hand in hand, white and black sharp pinstripe suit and acting like he owns the

damn place. He hobbles on down to the ring where the ring is all set-up for something special to happen.

The ring mat has been draped over with a red sheeting and there is a table with some sort of object on it,

covered over with a white cloth. Commissioner Butcher steps into the ring and collects the microphone

from Freddy Ferdinand before ushering the fat ring announcer back to his seat.

Franks: Well this is kind of awkward for Violation 101, Ray. This wasn't exactly scheduled. What could this

be about?

Quadros: Maybe he's come out here to profess his “love” for the Chinese people, Carl. He has enough

enemies as it is. A billion more can't hurt right?

The Butcher: Good evening, Hong Kong. Thank you for the always great ovation. No, really, I mean it from

apparently the bottom of my cold, hating heart. It's so easy to hate a guy calling the shots, isn't it? I'm sure

you all hate your boss or your demanding father or even your oppressive government but you probably

don't voice it. So I'm glad to at least give you all a platform to release your anger and frustration with your

miserable lives and stand here as a target of your vile, foreign phrases. Just remember, I call the shots. And

it was my decision to bring PWA here, so think about that before you open your mouths so surely.

Booo! Hiss! Hate! You suck! Yadda, yadda you get the point. The Commissioner deflects the comments as

he walks over to the table with the hidden object on it.

The Butcher: Three years gone, just like that. Amazing. Of course, I was asleep for one of those years but

you get the point. Three years since PWA opened it's doors. So many names have come and gone that it all

seems a bit fuzzy in my aging, scarred, and concussed brain. Names and faces, names and faces. Legends

and losers a like.

Most don't matter but some...some went the extra mile to be great. We should really recognize those

people that aimed for greatness. We shouldn't forget the ones that stepped into this ring and showed how

they are premiere. The best of the best. These certain few should be enshrined.

Franks: Enshrined?

The Butcher: I feel compelled to finish something my lovely wife attempted to create while she was

Commissioner. One thing that she thought the PWA was really missing was a Hall of Fame. And you know

what, three years in, I'm starting to agree with that. If it wasn't for Ryan Shane interrupting her when she

was about to name names, we'd all know who the Inaugural Class of 2010 would have been by now. But

what do we expect from Ryan Shane? Antics we saw from him last week in the World Title match. Believe

me, Ryan Shane will NEVER wrestle for this company again.

Franks: It's about damn time someone said that!

Quadros: Come on now! You're going to let him walk around as the most talented free agent on the market

and do nothing about it? We're no longer Premiere without Ryan Shane!

The Butcher: Still yet, Ryan Shane's big mouth aside, the opportunity to create the Hall of Fame was there. It

was there until Captain Howdy shut the damn door by attacking my wife and ending her creation.

Hong Kong explodes into a cheer for Captain Howdy for whatever damn reason! They apparently love

lunatics who wear lime green!

The Butcher: Cheer him all you want, Hong Kong. By the end of the night Captain Howdy is going to have

the imprint of his own cane impression stamped in his forehead.

BOOOOO!

The Butcher: But enough of that lunatic. I'm here to introduce you to the first member of PWA's Hall of Fame

which will be celebrated at Point of No Return 3. Next week I will introduce you to the next two members of

the 2010 Class. So, if you are ready, I will unveil the first inductee.

The Commissioner shhh's the crowd but they aren't listening. He grabs hold of the cloth over what can only

be assumed is a bust of the first inductee's image. He toys with the crowd, nearly pulling off the cloth only to

stop short.

The Butcher: May I present to you the first inductee into the PWA Hall of Fame.....

He yanks off the white cloth as the image of a masked Terminus, the Evan Andrews variety, is shown!

The Butcher: TERMINUS!

Franks: Oh! Terminus is the first inductee into the PWA's brand new Hall of Fame!

Quadros: What the hell did he ever do to deserve this honor? That should be my face up there.

The Butcher: Roll the damn tape...

Up on the PWA-tron we get to see images of Terminus battling Jostrodomus in a Butch Match for the PWA

World Heavyweight Championship. Him hanging Jason Sandman at Point of No Return 1. Terminus pinning

Captain Howdy at Playtime's Over to retain the title belt. Battles with Nighthawk, Freya Kane, Brad Kane,

and JJ Biggs.

While the video plays, the Commissioner sneers at the bronze bust of Terminus before looking out towards

the crowd again.

The Butcher: Sadly, the proportions of this bust's head isn't large enough to fully appreciate the enormous

ego of Terminus but this will have to do. The resemblance is quite uncanny though. Whoever made this did

a good job. I mean, just look at the eyes and the cold, burning stare. It ALMOST sends shivers down my

spine. So lifelike. So real. And you know what? Just like Terminus, the bust as well just stands there and

does nothing while I'm in the ring with it. What a great piece of work.

Franks: Are you kidding me? The Commissioner is still going to stand there an insult Terminus in this great

moment?

The Butcher: I almost feel compelled to push the damn thing over and see if it shatters just like Terminus'

will normally does against me. Should I?

The Commissioner puts his hand on the mask of Terminus and starts to rock it backwards a little bit until the

bust is about to tip over.

Franks: No! Don't do it!

The Butcher: Oh!...Oh!...Oh!

The Commissioner starts laughing as he takes his hand off the bust and lets it settle back on the table,

unharmed.

The Butcher: No, I'm not going to do that but it sure would make an interesting experiment. Unfortunately,

we're cutting costs around PWA and re-molding another Terminus just wouldn't be the same. Every one

would know it is just an imitation like the goof we have running around here currently in some replica

merchandise mask. No, we only need one. It's all the world and PWA can truly handle anyway.

Quadros: Ha, it's so true!

The Butcher: Sorry I didn't give you fair warning about this, Terminus. I'm sure you would have loved to

have made some sort of statement but I'm sure you'll find a microphone to voice your worthless opinion on

the matter some time this week. In the meantime, get your speech writer in order and tissue box on hand

because the formal inductions will happen at Point of No Return 3. I hope to see you all there. Enjoy the rest

of the show. I know I will.

“King of Pain” begins to play one more time as the Commissioner waves at the bust of Terminus before

rolling out of the ring with his cane. As he heads backstage, the Hong Kong fans continue to let him know

what they think about him.

Franks: Well this came as a surprise tonight, Ray. Terminus is the first person inducted into the PWA Hall of

Fame!

Quadros: Yeah and next week we get to hear who the next two names are. I'm pulling for you, Carl. I'll

pulling for you like I always am!

---

NON-TITLE
Archangel vs. Va'aiga ©
Written by: Donnie

“The Light that Guides Us Home” by Demon Hunter begins to play as the lights in the arena go out. The

song transitions into “Not I” by Demon Hunter as a spectacular burst of white sparks rain down from above

the soundstage, illuminating the stage where Archangel is now standing stoically, the large hood of his

cloak hanging down over his face. He quickly raises his arms and white sparks shoot out down the entrance

ramp one after another. Once the chain of sparks reaches the bottom of the ramp, the lights slowly begin to

rise as he makes his way methodically to the ring. Climbing up the ring steps, he steps in between the

ropes and walks over to a neutral corner, bowing his head against the top turnbuckle and saying a silent

prayer. Once finished, he unclasps the cloak from his neck, folding it neatly in the corner of the ring and

turning to await his opponent.

Franks: Archangel looks ready to for a fight tonight as he awaits the arrival of the champion.

Quadros: And the crowd is just eating him up, how I hate it.

The chanted intro to "All Mighty Booyaa" by The Booya TRIBE sound round the arena as Va'aiga walks

down through the crowd., head bowed, his face shadowed by the hood his boxing style entrance robe.

Va'aiga steps over the guardrail and throws back the hood of his entrance robe.

Franks: And here comes the champion to a huge ovation from the crowd.

Quadros: Yeah, they just seem to eat him up, and I totally don’t understand.

Franks: It’s because he’s a class act, and pardon my French, but a total bad ass.


WEST COAST LUV!
PLAY Y'ALL HUH?
COMIN' THRU YA!
BOOYA!

With his heavily tattooed face revealed, Va'aiga walks slowly across to the ring, handing his robe to an

attendant before stepping through the ropes and walking inside. Va'aiga then climbs one of the corners

and throws the Shaka Sign high for the crowd.

Franks: And we’re underway with the two big men, this should be a good match up.

Quadros: Only of tear each other limb to limb. God I hope so. When do we finally get a new champion?

Franks: Just call the match down the line for once, please.

Both men are in the ring, circling each other as the bell rings. Finally, they lock up, both large men pushing

each other back and forth, tugging at one another. First Archangel pushes Va'aiga in the ropes, but Va'aiga

bounces back quickly and sends Archangel into the ropes, until finally they realize this is going to end at a

stalemate and they break the lock up.

Franks: The test of strength does nothing for either men, but build the tension.

Quadros: Where was the low blow? I mean really, that would’ve kick started this match.

Franks: You’ve been watching too much of Tony Field and JJ Biggs. These two are going to fight to a clean

winner, what a novel concept anymore.

They both circle each other some more, until finally Va'aiga makes the first move. Charging at Archangel

with a clothesline, but Archangel ducks and lets Va'aiga run past, then rebound off the ropes. When he gets

back in range Archangel nails a standing drop kick, sending Va'aiga back to the mat. Va'aiga quickly

climbs back to his feet, only to have Va'aiga nail him with a double armed DDT and quickly follow it up with

a Dragon Sleeper.

Franks: Archangel goes for the early submission. I don’t think he’s worn down Va'aiga near enough for that

work this early.

Quadros: Yeah, I mean come on, where’s the pain, the blood. I want to see these two beat the hell out of

each other.

Archangel locks it on hard but Va'aiga quickly scoots to the ropes, grasping at the middle rope until he has

it in clutches. Referee Sasha Brown calls for the break, but Archangel holds then neck of Va'aiga in his

clutches, wrenching. Sasah Brown starts to count ….1 ….2 …3 …4 …Archangel lets go of the hold, but

grabs Va'aiga by the hair and drags him into the middle of the ring where he Irish Whips him into the ropes,

and then hits him with a spinning German suplex. He quickly covers Va'aiga. Sasha Brown counts.

Franks: An early pin…

…1 …2 ..Kick out!

Franks: And Va'aiga kicks out of the early pin.

Quadros: You act surprised.

Franks: Not surprised, just excited.

Quadros: I don’t see what’s so exciting about it. It’s way too early in the match for a pinfall. This isn’t a Jose

Jose match.

Archangel gets to his feet and quickly goes to the top turnbuckle, not climbing to it, but leaping to it. He

stands there, waiting, perched. Just as Va'aiga gets to his feet he comes flying off with a missile dropkick,

but Va'aiga side steps it, grabbing at Archangel’s chest, causing him to slam to the mat with more force.

With Archangel on the mat, Va'aiga mounts him and starts to hit a flurry of forearms, one after another,

dishing out extreme punishment to the masked skull of Archangel.

Quadros: Finally, some violence and something to cheer about. Va'aiga is tearing the masked man to

pieces.

Franks: Those are some viscous forearms he’s taking there. The referee needs to stop that before it goes

too far.

Quadros: Nah, she needs to let it go. This is what the fans want to see.

Va'aiga climbs off of Archangel and grabs his mask, pulling him to his feet, Then he grabs Archangel in his

arms and sends him crashing down to the mat with a high angle body slam. Va'aiga then bounces the back

rope, and then nails a falling headbutt on Archangel before making a cover.

Franks: And we got another pin attempt.

…1 …2 …Kickout!

Quadros: And a kick out, we got another kick out, too, don’t forget Carl.

Va'aiga starts to put the boots to Archangel, laying viscous kicks on him before pulling him back to his feet

once again. He the motions to the crowd, who start to chant “Boo Yah”. Then Va'aiga nails the Maori Drop,

and drops to his knees with a non-chalant cover. The referee counts.

Franks: Va'aiga tries for the W!

…1 …2 …Kickout!

Quadros: He got too cocky with that lazy pin attempt. What does he have to be cocky about?

Franks: He’s the champion, he’s got plenty to be cocky about. But I do think you’re right, that lackadaisical

pin may have cost him there.

Quadros: Finaly, business is about to pick up. We have JJ Biggs coming down the ramp to put a little

interest in this match.

Franks: What the hell is he doing out here?

The crowd starts to reign down their displeasure and boos at this point, Va'aiga gets to his feet and looks

around, only to see JJ Biggs stalking down to the ring. Va'aiga walks over to the ropes and starts to shout

something in Maori. Just as Biggs is almost at the ring he’s cut off by Trinity, who runs up behind Biggs at a

dead sprint, grabs his head and slams him head first into the apron. Trinity then grabs Biggs and throws

him toward the guard rail, sending him crashing over the guard rail and into the crowd. Trinity takes

pursuit, hopping the guard rail going after JJ Biggs.

Franks: Trinity cuts Biggs off at the past and is taking this brawl into the crowd.

Quadros: Damn her, I wanted to see our next champion tear Va'aiga limb to limb in the ring.

Franks: You really just don’t get it, do you?

Quadros: Get what?

Franks: Nevermind, this could get interesting in the ring. Archangel is back on his feet, but Va'aiga is

oblivious to it.

Meanwhile, back in the ring, Va'aiga is focused on the brawl outside the ring, debating whether or not to

get a piece of Biggs himself. Just as Va'aiga finally turns around he’s met with a kick to the gut followed by a

Death Valley Driver.

Quadros: Smart move, take advantage of Biggs coming to the ring. I like it.

Archangel then grabs Va'aiga by the hair, tucks his head, and hits not one, not two, but three powerbombs

in a row before releasing on the fourth.

Franks: FALL FROM GRACE! And now he’s going to finish him off….

Archangel goes to the top rope, motions to the crowd, then comes flying off with a picture perfect shooting

star press.

Franks: THE ANGEL’S PSALM!!! This should be all over now as he goes for the pin.

Archangel makes the cover. Sasha brown counts.

…1 …2 …3!

Franks: And we have a winner. What a huge victory by Archangel defeating our Heavyweight Champion.

Quadros: Ehh….I’m still not too terribly impressed.

Archangel climbs to his feet as Sasha Brown raises his hand in victory. “The Light That Guides Us Home”

starts to play. Just as Archangel starts to climb out of the ring he stops as he notices something. Standing at

the top of the ramp, looking down at him and clapping is “The Legend” Derek Daughtery.

Quadros: That’s Derek Daughtery, the old mentor of Tony Field and the manager of Dysfunction. What’s he

doing out here? I don’t get it..I like it..but I don’t get it.

Franks: I don’t know, but can you sense the tension? If I had to guess, I’d say there’s a history between

these two men, but what could it possibly be?

Archangel stops in his tracks as he stares up at the man. Daughtery motions to take the mask off, before

disappearing off the stage and leaving Archangel all to himself.

---

MAELSTROM'S INVISIBLE FRIEND
Written by: You

VROOM!!!

Maelstrom: These are faster than I remember ole' chap.

The former world champion proclaims to the air as he races around a corner backstage on his rascal.

Maelstrom: Give me the slow one why don't ya, ya sum bitch!

He darts around another corner apparently trying to catch up with someone or perhaps no one at all. He's

on a straight away again but no one is in sight. He slows down a bit as he passes by a table filled with drinks

and snatches one on the go.

Maelstrom: This'll teach ya!

He turns the corner again, this time with his arm reared back and lets the soda fly.

Maelstrom: Sum bitch!

He notices a Mexican woman breastfeeding a baby. He puts on the breaks and comes to a skidding halt

scaring the breast milk right out of her!

Maelstrom: TITS!

The Latin woman looks at him confused for a second.

Maelstrom: CHI-CHIS!

The woman smiles removing the baby from her breast revealing that it was nothing more than a cabbage

patch doll. She stands from the seat and inches towards Maelstrom.

*BLUR*

Maelstrom: Sum bitch! He tricked me!

Maelstrom peels off while the woman walks away holding a large wad of cash.

Maelstrom: Come back here you sum bitch! You paid her!

---

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
Written by: Donnie

The door to the staff locker room opens and Tony Field and his bodyguard, Frankie Bones step in. They look

around the room, everyone looking back at them, unsure of Tony’s intentions.

Tony Field: Get out, everyone but Upshaw. Me and Mr. Upshaw have some business to take care of.

Everyone starts to quickly file out of the locker room, not giving it a second thought sensing the foul mood

Field is in. Upshaw tried to bolt for the door as well, but Bones catches him by the shirt, pushing him against

the wall. Field just laughs and smirks.

Tony Field: Have a seat, Steve, we need to talk.

Referee Steve Upshaw eyes Tony up, the fear behind his eyes obvious as he slowly takes a seat.

Steve Upshaw: Wh..what’s this about?

Tony laughs.

Tony Field: Like you have no clue? Think about last week? What did you do at Violation 100?

Steve Upshaw: I…I..I referee’d your match…

Tony Field: And you screwed me. I had that match won with that school boy roll up. You were slow to the

mat, slow with the count. That was a three count, and you were too stupid to even count it. THEN you want

to stand there in the ring and argue with me. You fucking distract me long enough for Terminus to pin me.

AND THEN you are quick to the mat and quick with the count? Now you’ve taken months of planning and

putting the pieces in the right position, and you throw it right out the window.

Steve Upshaw bit his bottom lip, nervous, scared, but he knew he had to stand his ground.

Steve Upshaw: I…it was a clean count both ways. And I didn’t force you to argue the count. Mr Field, in all

due respect, it was you who lost your temper and cost yourself the match.

Tony laughs and he motions to Frankie, who pulls a paper out of his pocket.

Tony Field: Well it would seem certain people don’t agree with you.

Tony hands the papers over to Upshaw, who looks at them in disbelief.

Steve Upshaw: This…this isn’t right….

Tony Field: What’s not right? You failed to do your job correctly, and apparently Wren Chesney agrees.

After all she, that is her signature signed off at the bottom suspending you indefinetly.

Steve Upshaw: But..but..I need the money. I have a mortgage, I have a family…

Tony chuckles.

Tony Field: Should’ve thought about that before you screwed me in your match. You go fucking live in a

shelter for all I care. I feel no sympathy for a cheat like you.

Upshaw starts to lose his temper.

Steve Upshaw: A cheat like me? I called the match down the line. You’re the one who can’t win a match

without some kind of cheating antics….

Tony starts to get angry, but manages to keep it under control.

Tony Field: You know what, Stevie-Boy…when you’re homeless, can’t put a roof over your head, food on

your table…and you’re pretty little wife isn’t happy, maybe I’ll just stop by and let her take a ride on the

Tony Field express.

This was the last straw for Upshaw, he was tired of being pushed around and bullied. He stands from the

chair and clocks Tony in his jaw. Frankie Bones grabs Upshaw and throws him across the locker room,

knocking over a row of lockers. Tony grabs his jaw and just laughs.

Tony Field: So easy to provoke. And too stupid to figure out that’s what I was reaching for.

Tony stalks over to Upshaw, lifts him up off the tipped over lockers, and starts to bang his head repeatedly

into the lockers, before throwing him into the concrete wall. Field just laughs as Upshaw hits the wall with a

sickening thud and lands on the floor in a pool of his own blood.

Tony Field: Did you see his head bounce off that wall?

Frankie just laughs as they make their way toward door.

Frankie Bones: It wasn’t bad, but I’ve seen better.

---

EXTERMINATION
Written by: Paul

Inside the locker room of Captain Howdy, the good Captain gets himself ready for the match he has tonight

with The Butcher and Maelstrom. As he finishes lacing up his boots he feels someone is watching him. He

looks up and sees a person he hasn’t spoken to in months.

The Angel: Do not be afraid my child. No violence shall befall you.

Captain Howdy smiles.

Howdy: Despite what you may choose to believe, not everyone is afraid of you.

The Angel: Yes they are. Some just hide it better than others, but that is not what we must concern

ourselves with now. What is of concern is what must be done tonight. Tonight the existence of James Cortez

is exterminated.

Howdy: It’s good to know that we are at an understanding.

The Angel: Then prepare to bath in the blood of the damned.

---

ARSENAL
Written by: Okori

As Nighthawk sits on the chair in his locker room lacing up his boots, the door yawns open and in walks

Johnny Red. Clad in his wrestling gear and even having slipped on his ring jacket Nighthawk remains

completely silent, the only sign he's alive are his hands lacing up his boots.

Johnny Red: "Nighthawk a comment on tonight's match with Trinity."

Nighthawk: "Last week, I proved I could go hit for hit with Brad Kane. Tonight I will show you well.....

something else. Goodnight, Trinity. May sleep give you the courage to go on."

---

NON-TITLE
Lewis Murphy vs. Slade ©
Written by: Tyler

The lights go out, and for a few seconds, no noise can be heard. Suddenly, the silence is shattered by the

opening riffs of AC/DC's "Big Gun". Once the drum kicks in, strobe lights go off all over the building, and

teal colored pyrotechnics explode near the entry. The lights come up, and there, emerging from behind the

curtain, wearing his standard blue jeans, black leather vest, boots, black MMA fighting gloves, black

bandanna and sunglasses, Slade appears ready for a hard day of work more than a wrestling match. His

lips curl into a small smirk as he scans the crowd before making his way to ringside. He wipes his feet on

the side of the ring apron before stepping over the top rope and warming up like a boxer, throwing jabs

and moving around the ring. He slips off his sunglasses, bandanna and vest, tossing them aside.

Franks: I think this next match up has a lot of potential.

Quadros: You think everything has a lot of potential...

Franks: I guess I’m just optimistic then...

A familiar tune begins to play over the loud speakers as Lewis Murphy appears at the top of the ramp with

a smile on his face. Wasting little time, he darts towards the ring , slides under the bottom rope and takes a

standing position in his corner.

Franks: It’s been a couple of weeks since we seen Murphy compete here, but he sure looks fired up!

Quadros: Yeah, but his opponent is the current Premiere champion...he’s going to have to bring more than

normal to the table tonight!

The bell rings as the two meet in the center locking up in a test of strength that Slade easily wins, forcing

him into the corner. Slade cocks his fist back and goes to hit Lewis, only to force his hand against the

turnbuckle as Murphy uses his superior speed to evade! Slade turns around and finds himself on the

receiving end punches to the mid-section.

Quadros: The size difference is really showing here, Slade can’t even keep up!

Franks: Yeah, but if Slade lands even one move, it could end the match. That’s just the difference in power.

Slade tries to free himself by throwing a right hand at Lewis, only to miss yet again as Murphy rolls out of

the way and counters with a dropkick to the back of Slade’s leg, bringing him down to one knee. Murphy

bounces off the ropes to gather momentum before sending Slade back first into the canvas with a dropkick

to his chin.

Franks: Lewis Murphy is really impressive here tonight.

Quadros: The match is still early, and for some reason I just don’t think he’ll be able to hold up this assault

much longer.

Slade quickly gets back up to one knee as Murphy bounces off the ropes again, ready to try the same

thing. This time, however, Slade pops to his feet and catches him in his arms, drilling him to the mat with a

massive spinebuster and making the cover...

ONE...

But Murphy hasn’t received enough damage yet and kicks out before two. Murphy staggers back to his

feet after having the wind knocked out of him, and finds himself on the receiving end of several hard right

hands by Slade, sending him backwards against the ropes! Without missing a beat, Slade backs up a bit

and charges at Lewis who drops down, taking the rope with him and sending Slade over the top, crashing

hard onto the floor below.

Quadros: Impressive counter there, Murphy showing amazing ring presence.

Franks: Yeah but Slade is already getting back up, it looks to me that all he did was manage to anger the

beast.

Quadros: What a beast! Just what does it take to hurt this man?

Surely enough, Slade gets back to his feet as Murphy springboards over the top rope and into the open

arms of Slade, sending both men back to the padding below. The referee begins to count...

ONE...

...TWO.

Both men begin to stir, but Murphy is to his feet first.

THREE...

Slade finally gets back up and grabs Murphy as he attempted to slide in the ring, and lifts him high up over

his head.

FOUR...

FIVE....

Before Slade can drop Murphy across the barricade, he manages to wiggle free and drop behind the big

man, before sending a well placed drop kick into his spine, sending him tumbling over the barricade and

into the fans below.

SIX...

Murphy quickly slides back into the ring as the referee checks on him, stalling his count and allowing Slade

the time needed to raise back up, finding himself surrounded by crazy fans. Not wanting to get into an

altercation, Slade quickly hops over the barricade and hides towards the ring, only to be hit in the back by

a full dish of Nachos, getting cheese all the back of his head and neck in the process.

SEVEN...

Angered, Slade turns around and begins to walk towards the fan, only to be kicked in the back once more

by Lewis and a beautiful baseball slide, sending him chest first into the barricade.

EIGHT...

Now covered in cheese and in danger of losing the match, Slade quickly recovers his composure and slides

into the ring just before the nine count, but ends up on taking a few boots to his chest courtesy of Lewis in

the process.

Quadros: Slade has to be getting pretty pissed off now...

Franks: Why? Somebody just bought him dinner, he should be happy!

Slade grabs the top rope and pulls himself to his feet, back against Lewis who now has his arms wrapped

against Slade and is attempting a German Suplex. Slade holds onto the ropes and blocks the suplex, before

elbowing Lewis in the jaw and forcing him backwards. Murphy continues running backwards and bounces

off the ropes, building momentum as he charges at Slade only to be driven into the mat thanks to a bicycle

kick.

Quadros: That’s a Big F’n Boot.

Franks: Something tells me this match is just about over...

Slade bends down and picks Murphy up, placing his head firmly between his legs before elevating him

high above his hand and bringing him back down with The Final Trip! Slade slumps down and covers

Murphy, hooking the leg.

Quadros: There it is! The final trip! This match is over.

ONE

TWO

THREE!!!

Slade smiles as he gets back to his feet, the referee raising his hand high into the air.

Quadros: He never fails to disappoint....

Franks: He is the premiere champion after all...

---

DON'T HATE ME, HATE YOURSELF
Written by: John

*Jack Gaither sits alone inside of his locker room, and he's about to give the Hong Kong a rare look into his

true feelings regarding his future. From the looks of things, the normally "happy-go-lucky" personality that

the Morgantown native is known for showing is replaced by a stoic and focused expression.*

JACK GAITHER: I usually don't like to get in front of a camera and address my audiences on a live show, but

there's some things that I need to get off my chest. Actually--ya know what? A part of my camera time here

isn't something that's coming from a format sheet or cue card; you're gonna have the opportunity to see a

shoot--a shoot that's coming from my heart to you tonight.

*Jack points to his PWA Light Heavyweight Championship belt, which fits comfortably on his left shoulder.*

JACK: Recently, Nighthawk came out on stage and told a stunned audience that he doesn't deserve to be

known as "The Best in the World." I'm proud of him for what he did, because he's trying his damndest to

motivate himself for perhaps the biggest Light Heavyweight Championship match in PWA history. If I was

in his shoes, I would've done the same thing. Yet, I have to say something about him: he's a damn good

wrestler who knows a lot about wearin' people down one body part at a time, and if Nighthawk CAN beat

me at Point of No Return, then he truly deserves to be called "Best in the World." Even if Nighthawk loses,

however, he will ALWAYS be "The Best in the World" in my eyes--because he was so damn motivated to

take me on fair and square like a true champion. Now, I have some motivations of my own.

*The audience cheers as they see this interview play itself out on the big screen.*

JACK: Now my friends, this is gonna be the shoot you've been wantin' to hear. It seems to me that I've been

looking through the pages of wrestling magazines including PWA's "in-house" publication and The

Wrestling Insider and reading all kinds of crap from people who haven't gotten the message and given me

the proper credit where it was due. Ya know something, it took me TWO YEARS before I could finally call

myself a recognized champion again, but in order to call myself the Light Heavyweight Champion, I had to

change my wrestling style and--most importantly--the way I conduct myself in and out of the ring. Long

time ago, I was always wanting to take on everything, yet someone once said I couldn't do that--that I had

to take every match I worked in one step at a time. I've adopted a Japanese philosophy that doesn't stress

winning or losing--but postive work ethic and self-awareness, and I'm gonna continue with my new

philosophy until the day I die. Now on the other hand, there are people within the wrestling industry who

think of me as a "pretentious prick" for retraining my mind to think that winning isn't everything.

*Jack's voice starts to raise with each statement.*

JACK: Let me ask you something: have you ever wrestling a match with one arm? Have you ever worked on

the night your wife was mortally injured in a car wreck, only to rush over to the hospital to find her DYING?

Have you ever lost two wives, your parents, your brother or sister, and a colleague in such a short period of

time? THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH! YOU DON'T FUCKIN' KNOW ME AT ALL!

*Now the former quarterback's voice is at a pitch that most kids would hide from should they get into

trouble.*

JACK: You don't know my story, and quite frankly, you don't give a fuck about me period. I've had people

step into the ring against me and get pinned, yet they bitch and moan and whine and say "God dammit,

why can't I be as good as THAT guy Gaither!?" Ya know what, you're not as good as me because you don't

UNDERSTAND that self awareness and strong work ethic prevails over winning and losing every fuckin'

week. I used to be LIKE you--bitching and moaning after losing matches, yet looking back, I can take pride

in knowing that I busted my ass out there every single night I've been employed with this company. My

message to you is this: don't hate me because you can't beat me. Don't hate me because I've worked

through pain and suffering. Hate yourself--because you pack up and go home after losing to me fair and

square. That's what cowards do for a livin'--they waste their own life because they didn't have the courage

inside their heart and soul to win the big one. That's all I'm gonna say.

*The crowd cheers as we cut back to Carl Franks and Ray Quadros, and their facial expressions tell the

story of what they just saw.*

RAY QUADROS: I...I-I-I...no words man...no words...

CARL FRANKS: *sigh* Yeah...I had a feeling this was coming for weeks...fans, we've got more coming

right up including our main event.

RAY: Yeah...but I can't believe what Jack...just said...

---

TRUST IS EARNED
Written by: Blake & Andrew

~ Glen Watts is shown inside his locker room, taping his wrists in preparation for his match against Jack

Gaither when knocking can be heard at his door. Without looking up, the masked man raises his voice to

make himself heard to the person outside the entrance. ~

Terminus: Yeah...It's open.

~ Adrian Carmichael steps through the doorway, running his hands down the front of his custom made suit.

Watts stares through his mask at Carmichael, his disdain clear. ~

Carmichael: Do you have a moment?

~ Watts glances up at the clock on his locker room's wall, and then shrugs his shoulders. ~

Carmichael: I wanted to apologize for Mr. Lane's actions earlier. He can be a bit confrontational at times.

~ Watts shakes his head and chuckles softly as he continues to tape his wrists.~

Terminus: You could say that...Then again, I wasn't in the best mood myself, so that didn't help matters.

Guess I should have thanked you for stepping in before things got ugly between us. Is that why you're

here?

Carmichael: Partially. May I?

~ Carmichael motions to the seat next to Watts and, without waiting for a reply, unbuttons his suit coat and

sits. ~

Carmichael: There are two things that I'm very good at spotting, Mr. Watts. Bullshitters and talent, and I

must say you have me quite intrigued.

~ A slight smile appears through the mask of Terminus as he rips the last bit of tape from from his wrist and

slowly glances in Adrian's direction.~

Terminus: You don't say...

~ Watts shifts position so that he can stare intently at the other man. ~

Terminus: Well, I guess that brings up the question of why you're so intrigued. Think I'm one of the career

BS artists that you're so adept at spotting?

~ Carmichael slides his suit coat off and drapes it behind him on the back of the chair, rolling up the sleeves

of his dress shirt, revealing a small tattoo on his forearm. He chuckles softly as he leans forward, resting his

elbows on his knees. ~

Carmichael: Not in the slightest. You've found yourself in a not so unique position, Glen. In fact, it's much the

same position that my young wrestler, Archangel has found himself in. On Tony Field's shitlist.

~ Carmichael glances knowingly through Terminus's mask at Watts with a wry grin on his face. ~

Carmichael: Now tell me, Glen. Exactly how far are you willing to go to make Tony Field hurt?

~ Terminus remains silent for a moment after this question is asked of him, and he closes his eyes while

considering his response. When they open, they contain a look of cold certainty as he gives his answer in a

flat tone of voice. ~

Terminus: At this point, Adrian, I think I can honestly say that I'm prepared to go to any place that's needed

inside of myself, and beyond that point to make Field, and by extension Rochelle, pay for what they've

done. I'm willing to do whatever's needed...I'm willing to do whatever it takes.

Carmichael: (smiling) I was hoping you'd say that.

~ Carmichael leans forward towards Terminus, looking at the resolve in his eyes and, himself, deciding if

he wants to open the can of worms he is contemplating opening. ~

Carmichael: I have something that may interest you. Something that would give you a decided...Shall we

say...Edge against Field at Point of No Return. But I need to know something...Two things, actually. The

first, your eyes have already told me. The second is whether or not I can trust you.

~ Glen leans back against the wall and folds his arms across his chest as he stares in the direction of

Carmichael as if to assess his sincerity and judge his character before giving his reply. ~

Terminus: OK...Now I’m intrigued. How do I go about earning your trust?

Carmichael: Your character and your actions already tell me a lot, Glen. The fact that you hate Field is more

than enough for me. My employer, however, isn't as easily swayed. Would you consider yourself a man of

your word, Glen?

~ The masked man nods his head ~

Terminus: Yeah. When it comes right down to it, that's the only thing a person really has...

~ Carmichael chuckles quietly. ~

Carmichael: Funny. That's the exact same thing he said to me when I asked him the same question.

~ Carmichael rubs his hand over his beard and exhales deeply before continuing. ~

Carmichael: If that's the case, all I need is your word and I'll vouch for you.

~ Terminus glances at Carmichael with a mixture of curiosity and confusion, but sees the conviction

apparent in the other man's expression and nods his head. Carmichael reaches into his pocket and pulls out

a small USB drive, holding it up in front of him. ~

Terminus (staring at with curiosity): What's that?

Carmichael: Right here is the most comprehensive scouting report on Tony Field ever compiled. Not only a

full scouting report on his strengths, weaknesses, injuries both undisclosed and disclosed, but also his

training regimen, right down to his habits on the days of his matches. Training videos, match

videos...Everything you could ever want to know about Tony Field...

~ Carmichael slides the flash drive back in his pocket. ~

Carmichael: And it’s yours...All I need is your word.

~ Glen goes wide -eyed as he stares at Carmichael. ~

Terminus: How...How did...!?

~ Carmichael smiles a knowing grin. ~

Carmichael: That, Glen, is what I need your word on. If I give this to you, you will know how I came about

this and who I am employed by and make no mistake, he is not someone whose bad side you wish to be on.

~ Terminus stares at Adrian for a moment, with his focusing upon his face, and then on the tattoo that

appears on his forearm. Glen's eyes remain fixed upon that, before he glances up and opens his mouth to

speak, before stopping himself and limiting his reaction to a simple nod of his head.~

Terminus: You have my word, Adrian.

~ Carmichael reaches back into his pocket and pulls out the flash drive, handing it over to Terminus, who

takes it almost in disbelief of his good fortune.~

Carmichael: Use it wisely, and remember...You don't want to cross my employer. That isn't a threat,

Glen...It's a warning.

~ He stands and grabs his jacket, draping it over his shoulder and starts to leave before pausing at the

door. ~

Carmichael: Your last name's Watts, right? I used to know a Watts...He was a great man...A man of

character. You remind me a lot of him.

Termiinus: Yeah...My last name is Watts, Adrian. And...and, that's really good to know.

Carmichael: Good luck son. You're going to need it. For all his faults, Field is one hell of a wrestler. Don't

underestimate him...Otherwise it'll be the last thing you do.

Terminus (nodding): I understand.

~ Adrian turns to leave, but stops at the sound of Glen's voice calling his name. ~

Terminus: Adrian...Thank you again.

Carmichael: Don't think you're getting off easy. This isn't the mob, but we'll be calling on you sometime to

return the favor. Go take care of Field...After that, I'm sure we'll have business to discuss.

~ Carmichael turns and walks out of the locker room, leaving Terminus standing, staring at the doorway

both calmer and more confident than he was just a few minutes earlier. ~

[Neil]

---

PWA 4 SALE
Written by: Neil

Asia Pro-1 wrestling mogul Ryu Sawada finds himself seated across a round wooden table all alone here

tonight in Hong Kong. The small Japanese man has been waiting for hours in his finely dressed suit and tie,

dark hair slicked back as if he were something special. On the table, in front of him, is the final nail in the

coffin of what he's been trying to do for the past two months. In that very briefcase is a boat load of cash, a

down payment that will surely make PWA his property by the end of the night.

He taps his fingers along the table with annoyance and anticipation. He's waited so long for this moment

and now that it is here, waiting for PWA CEO John Harkes to arrive and sign the final paperwork seems to

be a never ending process in of itself.

Suddenly the closed door swings open and in walks Board member Wren Chesney with a smile on her

face, laughing at some passing by PWA employee while she enters the room. Her blouse is half unbuttoned

and her hair, slightly disheveled after a mid-show rendezvous with one Tony Field. Mr. Sawada looks up

from the briefcase in bewilderment, wondering why the anti-Asian Mrs. Chesney is here instead of Harkes.

Sawada: You! What you doing here?

Wren tucks her blouse back into her business skirt and click-clocks her stiletto shoes across the floor. She

pulls the empty seat away from the table and sits down, leaning back with her eyes transfixed upon the

briefcase full of American cash.

Chesney: Is that the money for this dump?

Sawada: Why you want to know? Where Mr. Harkes?

Chesney: Oh, you didn't hear? He's no longer the head of the Board. He sold half of his stock all ready to

those three idiots who walk around thinking their opinion matters around this company. Effective as of this

afternoon, I am now the head of the Board and will negotiate whatever the buying price is for PWA.

Mr. Sawada snarls at this revelation as he finds this completely unprofessional on the Board's part and

partially because he rather not be in the room with Chesney, much less work with her.

Sawada: Deal all ready negotiated. I have money now, you take, you sign paper, we shake hand, deal

done. Here down payment. Let you know I serious.

He shoves the briefcase of money across the table right into Mrs. Chesney's open hands. She pops the

locks and opens the case, staring down at the bricks of cash with wide eyes. For three long years she's

waited for this moment to finally have the sale money in her hands and now her sole purpose of being in

PWA is nearing a conclusion. She pulls a brick of money out and flips the hundreds through her hands.

Chesney: So, this is all the company is worth, eh?

Sawada: It more than what company worth now that economy tank. Entertainment dollar hard to come by.

You and Board well compensated.

Mrs. Chesney sniffs the cold cash in her hands and lifts an eyebrow with dissatisfaction. She drops the

brick back into the briefcase, closes the locks one more time, and slides the case back to Sawada.

Chesney: Here are MY terms, short man. Harkes is a dying man with a small brain and no business sense.

He doesn't care about how the Board does off. But I do. I want every damn cent I can get. So take your

money back. It isn't enough.

Now Sawada starts snarling and cursing in Japanese under his breath. This is very unprofessional to him

now.

Sawada: You sell company or no?

Chesney: Take Harkes' numbers and quadruple it. I want FOUR times what that heart attack waiting to

happen wanted for this company.

Sawada: Four time?! This...this is an insult!

Chesney: You haven't been insulted yet, Sawada. Not until you've been harassed and called a whore by the

losers that watch this shit. But I have and I want more money for MY troubles, understand? Four times what

you brought me today and then this company is yours. What you do with it after I could care less.

Sawada: Grrr....this take time for me to get funds. But I be back with four briefcase. And if you raise price

again next time we meet, you leave room in as many piece as you screw me.

Chesney: What are you going to do, karate chop me? You know my price. Now, my time is valuable and

you don't have a whole lot of time yourself to get the money in place. So move along Fuji-man and do what

you need to do. Come back at Point of No Return or the price will go even higher.

Sawada: You evil lady. I be back at last show and I buy company. Then you go home and choke on dollar

bill!

He picks up the briefcase of money and stares down the unflappable Mrs. Chesney with a cold glare.

Snarling one more time, he leaves the room with Wren Chesney dreaming of the big payoff she will receive

soon.

---

REGULAR RULES
Nighthawk vs. Trinity
Written by: Neil

Nighthawk wowed the Hong Kong crowd with a rare showing of lucha libre in the Orient. Unfortunately

Trinity prevailed by pinfall and continues to stake her claim for a shot at the PWA World Heavyweight

Champion.

THE BITCH WILL GIVE YOU CRABS
Written by: You

Backstage a knock on the door is heard outside the dressing room of Tony Field. Within seconds Field

answers the door to see who's come to pay him a visit. He opens the door to find nothing. Not a soul. He

looks around the hall for the person who could have been responsible when he notices a note on the door.

Field retrieves the taped note from the door with a confused look on his face. He begins to open the note

before heading back into the dressing room.

Inside the dressing room Field takes a seat scratching his head as he pulls out the letter. The camera zooms

in on the note.

THAT BITCH WILL GIVE YOU CRABS.

Field scratches himself a bit before throwing the note in the garbage.

---

NON-TITLE
Terminus vs. Jack Gaither ©
Written by: Andrew

Terminus pins Jack Gaither.

---

FOUR'S A CROWD
Written by: Donnie

Miranda Buck: I’m here with Tony Field, his protégé, Zakk Bryce, and….what’s your name?

Derek Daughtery: Derek Daughtery.

Miranda Buck: That’s right, Derek Daughtery…(she glances at Tony) Sorry, I forgot…

Tony chuckles and nods to her.

Tony Field: That’s perfectly alright Miranda. Just go on with the interview, remember, focus on Zakk first, he

needs the practice, then I’ll close it out.

Miranda nods her head and smiles at Tony, looking at him longingly, then turns her attention to Zakk.

Miranda Buck: Zakk, the thing no one is real clear on is why last week you stopped VCR from unmasking

Archangel when that is your goal as well. I’m not real clear on if I understand this or not.

Zakk Bryce: It was actually Tony’s idea, I can’t take credit for it, but it goes something like this. Tony made

a deal to deliver the mask. Tony’s got some cash to collect for that mask, and a portion of that cash is mine

as well. If VCR takes that mask off, then we failed, and as I’ve been told time and time again by Tony,

failure is not an option, especially with money on the line. So it was kind of two-fold. We protect the man we

out to expose, and we live to fight another day to finish what we started.

Miranda Buck: Right. So Zakk, last week it was announced that you would face off against Archangel at

Point Of No Return. Do you really feel you are ready for such a big match with only two wins under your

belt?

Zakk Bryce: Ready for a big match? Of course I’m ready for this match. I mean look at what I have under

my belt, a win over Slade, Trinity, and Lewis Murphy. That’s three pretty solid names right there. That

should tell you I’m ready for this. I’ve been given a job, you see. That job is simple, get the mask off of

Archangel. And I plan to do that at Point Of No Return, and nothing will stop me. Especially with my ace in

the hole.

Miranda Buck: Ace in the hole? What ace in the hole would that be?

Zakk Bryce: Apparently Archangel and Carmichael don’t think too much of me, so they let me chose the

match type for Point Of No Return. So after talking with Tony, we found a “can’t lose” match for me.

Miranda Buck: And what kind of match would that be?

Zakk Bryce: Well, it’s a standard match with a twist. The twist is standing right here next to me in the shape

of this man.

Derek Daughtery grins as he steps up and takes the microphone from Zakk.

Derek Daughtery: That’s right, I’ve my part to play now, too.

Miranda perks an eyebrow.

Miranda Buck: And what would that be?

Derek Daughtery: Special guest referee for the match. So I’m the ace in the hole.

Miranda Buck: But why, after all this time, bring you back into the fold? You haven’t been around in PWA

since the early days of Dysfunction. Derek Daughtery: Well that’s a simple one really. Outside of Tony, I’m

the only other person who has a damn good idea of who is behind that mask. Tony and I are on the same

page with that one. And I want him exposed for who and what he really is. It’s a blasphemy and a tragedy

for all I’ve done. So for me, it’s personal. More personal than you’ll ever know.

Miranda Buck: What do you mean more personal…

Tony steps in, grabbing the mic from Derek, then turning toward Miranda.

Tony Field: Oh, don’t you worry about that doll. You worry about me now. (Turning to Daughtery and

Bryce) Why don’t you two head back to the locker room. I got a few things to take care of, then I’ll be

there.

Tony turns his attention back to Miranda.

Tony Field: I see you’re wearing the dress I wore you tonight. Your legs look magnificent in it.

Miranda blushes as she leans in toward to Tony.

Miranda Buck: You always like my legs.

Tony Field: Yes, yes I do, and what’s between them as well.

That’s when a throat clearing is heard behind the camera and Miranda quickly straightens up, trying to

regain her composure.

Miranda Buck: So with your match at Point Of No Return just around the corner, you have to fear the match

will not take place now. After the attack at the hands of you and Rochelle Robinson last week, Terminus has

been seen limping around backstage, favoring his leg. Then just moments earlier, you and Rochelle really

worked over the leg. What does this mean for you if Terminus doesn’t show up at Point Of No Return?

Tony Field: Simple, it’s still a win situation for me. Everyone in PWA should know by now that I always have

all my bases covered. I thought of this, I thought there was a chance that Glen might conveniently get

injured to save face and not show up and take another loss at my hands. I mean really, who could blame

him considering it’ll be the last loss of his PWA career? So when the match was made official, I had a little

clause added to the contract for this match. It’s this simple, if Glen can’t show up at Point Of No Return, he

forfeits by default, and is still gone from PWA. So show up, don’t show up, it doesn’t matter to me. As a

matter of fact, it’s much easier for me if he doesn’t show up at Point Of No Return, because then I can take

the night off, kick back, have a few cold ones, have a little taste of you, Miranda, and still win this chess

game we’ve been playing for months. Either way, his career is over after Point Of No Return.

Tony eyes up Miranda.

Tony Field: Come on, we’re getting out of here; we got better things to do.

Miranda Buck: But…..

Tony grabs the mic from her hand and hands it to the man behind the camera.

Tony Field: The shows almost over. We can slip out early, there’s not much left that can happen that’s of

any importance. Come on….

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EXTREME RULES TAG TEAM MATCH
The Butcher & Maelstrom vs. Captain Howdy & Jason Sandman
Written by: Neil & Paul

*** Match to be completed within a day or two. ***


Captain Howdy and The Angel are in firm control right now. The Angel has The Butcher in the corner

delivering chops to his chest as Captain Howdy has Maelstrom set up for a curb stomp. Howdy pulls back

on the metal bars hold Maelstrom’s head immobile, and drives his foot down as the sick smile The Angel is

known for forms on his face. The Angel ties Cortez’s arms up in the ropes and forces him to watch what

happens next. The Angel walks over to motionless Maelstrom and suggests that the good Captain to lock in

a Boston crab. Howdy obliges his partner and as Maelstroms legs get raised into the air, Sandman on the

other side locks in the Snake Vice Grip.

Franks: Oh this isn’t fair at all.

Quadros: All’s fair in no disqualification matches.

Franks: No I mean Maelstrom can’t quit if he wanted to. Not only does Sandman have Maelstrom’s arms

tied up, but he is using some of the tape around his wrist to cover Maelstrom’s mouth.

Quadros: First off this is The Angel, and second that is brilliant. Now The Commissioner has to watch his

friend live in anguish for as long as these two men see fit. Oh and look at the other tool The Angel is using.

Driving his nails into Maelstrom’s head as he pulls back.

All The Butcher can do is scream obscenities as he watches his friend get tortured. He pulls on his arms

trying to get them free even at the risk of dislocating something to save his friend. He finally frees himself

and attempts to make his way over to the bloody mess his friend has become only to get driven back down

by an alert Angel who springs off with Venom’s Strike.

Franks: This match has been a bloody affair so far. I don’t know how much Butcher and Maelstrom can

take.

Quadros: Don’t think it will be much more. The boys from M.A.D. look like they are ready to put this match

away.

Indeed they do as Captain Howdy sets Maelstrom up for Playtimes over. At the same time The Angel

places The Butcher between his legs and flings him up for the powerbomb he likes to call The First Born

Demise. Both men slam their opponents to the match, with The Angel leaving a bridge in his move so the

referee can mercifully count the 1…..2….3.

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DOES THE TIME REALLY MATTER?
Written by: Paul

Franks: The Angel has finally gotten some more revenge for the match at Redemption two and Jason

Sandman finally has a pinfall victory on The Butcher.

Quadros: And just like at Redemption I must remind you The Angel doesn’t look like he is done yet.

Once again Quadros is right, The Angel pulls The Butcher up from the bridged position he was left in and

throws him back up on his shoulder for another First Born Demise. Only this time The Angel holds The

Commissioner up long enough to make his way over to the edge of the ring, and throw him down right on

top of the body bag left as a “gift” for James Cortez. The Angel flips out of the ring and immediately starts

zipping the man in charge up in the bag.

Franks: This is horrible. Someone needs to stop this madness before something worse happens.

Quadros: I would almost have to agree with you and I would help but I am amazed at what The Angel just

said to Captain Howdy. He just told him partner, “Do what you want with that one, but I’m sorry this one is

mine.”

Without another word or a second look The Angel grabs the top of the body bag and starts dragging it up

the ramp. As he gets to the top he is met by The Father of The Judicial Review Board, Evan Andrews. The

Angel looks at Jason Sandman’s Best Friend right his maskless eyes, and smiles.

The Angel: So we meet again. Do not hinder the Lord’s work boy.

Evan gives him a smile back.

Evan: I don’t intend to. I am simply asking for an extension on the life of this man.

The Angel looks down at Evan with disgust.

The Angel: Why?

Evan: My brother and the brother of the man you possess has unfinished business with The Butcher. All I

am asking if you to allow Howdy a chance to finish said business. Then when all is happy, you can do as you

wish. Take him to hell, burn him alive, and/or let him watch as you spend time with Nikki. I don’t give a

damn. Just let Howdy have his day.

The Angel continues to stare down at Evan before letting go of the bag.

The Angel: James Cortez will be destroyed by my hand alone. That is all I can promise. If Howdy gets his

time in fine, if not then he will have yet another regret to dwell upon on the day of death.

The Angel walks away without another word or allowing Evan to make another comment.

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A RESULT OF ADRENALINE?
Written by: Tyler

The cameras kick back into action and we see Milo Crews, who is about to take on Sam Washington for the

Primetime Championship, backstage in his locker room talking on his cellular phone.

Milo: Yeah, I get it.

No, that's okay. I'll fly out first thing tomorrow mourning.

No Dad, I told you why I couldn't make it out tonight...

Dude, you said it was okay!

That's no surprise, when aren't you drunk?

Suddenly there is a knock on the locker room door. Curious, Milo places his hand over the receiver and

yells "Come on." Without hesitation, the door swings open and in walks Miranda Buck.

Milo: Listen dad, I gotta go. I'll talk to you tomorrow. You better be Sober!

Milo lets out a deep sigh as he closes his phone and turns to Ms. Buck.

Milo: What can I do for you, Miranda?

Miranda: Well, Mr. Crews. Tonight you have a huge match. You'll be taking on Sam Washington for the

Primetime Championship! Normally in this situation, people would be happy and focused, but with all that's

going on in your life now...what's your feelings?

Milo: It's never easy to lose a family member, no matter how much you loved them. But...if I let it get me

down, to the point where I can't even do the most simple of tasks...then I'll lose my job...My dream Job. I

can't let that happen. So, as far as tonight goes, I'm going to focus on winning. After all the things I said last

week, I kind of have to, don't I?

Miranda: You did say some pretty confident things, which brings me to my next question, will you continue

to be this determined in the future? Or is this just the result of adrenaline caused by your unfortunate

situation.

Milo: I honestly don't know. With all that's going on in my life right now, I wouldn't be surprised if it was only

temporary, but I'm hoping that I can find a way to hold onto it. I feel like I could take on the world right now,

I know I couldn't, but I feel like I could. You know?

The mood in the locker room suddenly shifts as Miranda gets word that it's time for Milo's match up. With a

nod, she looks at Milo with a large smile, stretching from ear to ear.

Miranda: Well, the top the brass just informed me that it's time for your match-up. Good Luck out there,

Milo!

Milo: Thanks Miranda, something tells me that I'm going to need it.

With a smile on his face, Milo heads out of his locker room and begins to make his way to the ring.

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PRIMETIME CHAMPIONSHIP
Milo Crews vs. Sam Washington ©
Written by: Bob

'Spit it out' by Slipknot hits the P.A system as Milo Crews makes his way out to the ring. He has a very

focused expression on his face. There is a bit of grief written across his face as well. He hops in the ring and

just stares at the entrance ramp.

Franks: We are now ready for our main event and it is for the Prime Time title. And I think we wish it was all

under better circumstance for Milo this week. Our thoughts and prayers are with him and his family this

week. As many know his mother passed away this week. God bless Crews for going out here tonight.

Quadros: He is going to have another reason to grieve after this: Sam Washington successfully defending

his title against him.

Franks: You should have a heart! This many just lost a family member.

Quadros: Then he shouldn’t be out here… in a foreign land… going against America’s best. He should be at

home grieving then.

Franks: Many believe that this match might help pull him through this grieving period. I think we all know

the memory of his mother is on his mind right now. Him winning this title will make her proud.

Quadros: Shhhh… you are going to miss one of the best entrances ever!

The American flag is shone onto the entrance ramp while Star Spangled Banner by Jimmi Hendrix is

playing, as Red White & Blue fireworks explode from the entrance area as Sam Washington emerges with

his arms outstretched as he makes his way to the ring. With Tap Out by Saving Abel playing over the

speaker system, he adjusts his straps on his wrestling singlet before running up the steel steps and into the

ring. The second that Sam gets between the ropes, Milo Crews starts hitting him with lefts and rights. He

keeps pounding on him until he drops the strap on the mat. The bell rings.

Quadros: HE RUINED SAM WASHINGTON’S ENTRANCE!

Franks: Crews isn’t going to waste any time tonight. He knows the battle he has ahead of him and he going

in swinging!

Milo strikes with lefts and rights until Sam Washington is cornered into the turnbuckle. The ref makes him

back up. But he then lunges at Sam Washington with a HUGE splash. Washington stumbles forward into a

vertical suplex by Milo. Crews goes to the mat to land multiple knee strikes into Sam Washington’s ribs.

Franks: I never knew that someone like Milo would be capable of such a relentless offense. Look at this

young man go!

Quadros: He’s got some anger issues I think.

Franks: No… he has passion and the desire to make his mother’s memory proud here. He is doing it any

way possible. And that means a smash mouth offense.

Milo gets back up and starts stomping on Washington’s ribs again. With heart and energy he lands an

elbow drop on the patriot. He pulls Washington up follows with more knee strikes to the ribs. He throws

Sam to the ropes and once he bounces back Crews hits a clothesline. He quickly goes for the pin. 1… 2…

Kick out by Washington.. He pulls Washington back up and locks up with him. Sam kicks him in the gut and

follows up with an amateur takedown. He slams Milo’s knee cap into mat. He then starts slapping Crews in

the back of the head. He looks furious that Crews even tried getting one over on him. He picks him up and

sends him to the turnbuckle and follows with a running high knee.

Quadros: Crews just angered the beast!

Franks: Washington does not seem happy with the pluck that Crews showed earlier.

Quadros: It wasn’t pluck… it was a rage! Pure unbridled; uncalled for rage!

He picks him back up and delivers a beautiful belly to belly! He then slams Milo’s kneecap into the mat

again. He wants to make him pay for the beating he was given a few seconds ago. He stands him back up

and follows with a European uppercut. Washington slaps him the face and yells “You think you deserve to

be in the ring with me? I’m an American!” He then kicks him in the gut again and hits a vertical suplex.

Quadros: You got to love Sam’s attitude! I hear that at the age of eleven he was promoted to highest

possible rank in the boy scouts.

Franks: Which is?

Quadros: Den Mother! I bet Crews was playing D and D or some other terrorist plot.

Washington performs a roll up on the young rookie Crews. 1…2… Kick out form Crews. Washington goes

for the offensive again but Milo dropkicks him in the knee cap. Washington limps for a moment, but Crews

dropkicks him again. Washington goes after him again and blocks the third attempt at the dropkick.

Franks: Milo might have gone to the well one too many there.

Quadros: What do you expect? The guy is a rookie. He has to go back to the well because that is all he

knows.

Washington grabs him by the legs and spins him to the otherside. Once Crews is back up, he gets hit with a

short arm clothesline. Infuriated with Crews, Washington pulls off the straps to his singlet and hits

ANOTHER short arm clothesline. He pulls him back up and lays Crews out with a Release German Suplex.

Washington calls out that it is time to end this. He sets him up for his finisher, the yet to be named Northern

Lights Suplex Pin. Halfway through the move MILO REVERSES IT INTO A NECKBREAKER! He follows up

with a his standing shooting star press!

Franks: BEAUTIFUL MOVE THERE BY CREWS! Both the reversal and shooting star were impressive.

Quadros: You can tell that Washington let him have that one because he feels sorry for him due to his

personal loss. You got to love Washington’s compassion! What a stand up guy.

Crews goes for the pin. 1…2…3… NO… The ref notices that Washington got his leg on the rope. Crews

looks upset with the call but instead continues with his smash mouth offense that he started out with early in

the match. He picks Washington up and makes him reel with a spinning backfist, then a running forearm

from the ropes. He takes Washington down and starts slamming his fist into his pretty face. Crews then lays

in a leg drop to Washington’s throat! Crews grabs his leg and puts him a half boston crab!

Franks: Milo again surprising Sam with some great brutal offense followed by a great submission hold.

Quadros: I don’t think he has all of that. His mind isn’t all in this and you know it.

Franks: Really, because it seems like he is in full control here.

Washington tries making it to the ropes but Crews will not let go. But being a little more skilled, he squirms

out of the move and then follows up with another European uppercut! Washington grabs him and catapults

him into the turnbuckle. Sam then slams his head into the mat several times. He grabs Crews by the waist

and hits another release German on him. He begins to mock Crews by teasing doing a standing shooting

star but instead gives a naval salute to Crews and goes for a fist drop that Crews slides out of the way.

Suddenly, Crews rolls behind him, grabs him by the legs and ROLLS HIM UP INTO A PIN! Sam Struggles as

the first hand goes down. It appears that both men might be caught up in the middle of the pin. It appears

that Milo’s shoulders might be on the mat as well.

Quadros: WHAT? What is this?

Franks: OUT OF NOWHERE THERE CREWS WITH THE ROLL UP!

Quadros: No… look… both shoulders are on the mat! They are pinning eachother.

1… Washington starts to try to reposition himself. 2… Suddenly, it looks like Washington might have

reversed the roll up. 3… The hand goes down as it looks like both men’s shoulders are on the mat.

Quadros: Wait. Who won?

Franks: I don’t know! Milo did the roll up but it seems that both men’s shoulders were on the mat. But I can’t

really tell.

The bell rings as both men release the pin. Washington stands up in victory knowing damn well that he beat

the rookie. Crews looks confused but starts arguing that he won. Sasha Brown looks at both men and heads

to the time keepers table.

Quadros: I think we are going to find out that Sam DID retain. That roll up was a no good cheating move and

I SAW that Milo’s shoulders were on the mat.

Franks: Like I said, it is hard to tell at this point… but I think that Milo got his shoulders up.

Crews and Washington argue over who won. Brown talks to the time keeper and then another ref at ring

side. She then talks to Freddy Ferdinani! He gets on the mic.

Quadros: Shhh… she is going to announce that Sam Washington is the winner.

Franks: I have no idea what is going on.

Ferdinand: Here is your winner…

He looks at Brown who nods her head.

Ferdinand: AND NEW PRIME TIME CHAMPION…

The crowd suddenly pops!

Ferdinand: MILO CREWS!

Sasha Brown hands Milo the belt. Even Milo Crews looks surprised at the outcome as he holds the belt to his

chest. Washington begins stomping around the ring visibly upset with the outcome. He begins screaming

at Sasha Brown and Milo Crews that Crew’s shoulder was on the mat!

Quadros: WHAT? She just gave it to him because she feels sorry that his mom died.

Franks: OR his shoulders were not on the mat. I don’t think Sasha Brown calls matches that way. If she said

he won, he won!

“Spit Out” plays as Crews slides out of the ring to avoid getting caught in the middle of Washington’s fit!

He holds his title up in the air as the arena is on their feet for the upset win.

Franks: Listen to this crowd. They are hot for this young man who pulled off this upset in just the first three

weeks of being in this company. He might be going through personal turmoil but his dream came true

tonight. I think somewhere up there, his mother is proud of him.

Quadros: Proud of him for using her passing as a way to win titles.

Franks: That is horrible, even for you. Crews won fair and square.

Quadros: Well, lets look at the replay.

A replay is shown where it looks like both men’s shoulders are on the mat. Then another angle where it

looks like only Washington’s shoulder was on there. The camera then cuts to Crews backing up the ramp

like he just won a personal victory. He might even feel vindicated. He holds his title up in the air and then

looks up to the sky himself.

Franks: As you can see from a different angle… Crews shoulders were up.

Quadros: Supposedly! I think he stole it.

Franks: It might be controversial but that young man is our new Primetime champion on a night full of upset

wins.

Washington is in the middle of the ring yelling at every crew member that he was cheated. He stares

daggers at Crews who has an expression of disbelief, remorse and glee on his face. He holds the title out

one more time.