Violation 99 Results

[Jason Sandman]

Violation 99

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Who let you back in my company?
Credit: Paul

Violation 99 opens up with Jason Sandman sitting at his desk. He almost seems relaxed for once as there is no sign of any annoyances. Just as Jason starts looking over some paperwork the door comes flying open and in walks the man that Jason really didn’t want to see tonight.

In walks The Commissioner and without saying a word to Jason grabs a few papers off what would be his desk and heads back out the room.

Jason: I know two security guards who will be receiving pink slips in their checks this week.

With that the intro to Violation begins.

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Thought we were cool
Credit: Theresa

Trinity stretches her arms behind her back as she makes her way toward the Murderers Row Locker room. She stops a few feet away from the door suspiciously eying her bag sitting in the hallway. She rattles the door handle and it doesn’t move. She then backs up and lunges forward to shoulder open the door, aging no movement. Pressing her ear to the door she hears the muffled shuffling of feet.

In frustration she slams her fist against it in frustration.

Trinity: I hear you in there, now let me in!

A piece of paper is slid under the door. Trinity slowly picks it up and sees that it is her picture with big X over it, at the bottom is a small heart shape and a V. She immediately kicks the door with enough force to dent it.

Trinity: Mule headed Islander! It’s just a match! And its even non title! What are you gonna do when you have to face me for real? Ban me from the arena? Sheesh!

Grabbing her bag, she slings it over her shoulder and storms off to find another place to use as a locker room.

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I’m ready for this
Credit: Shirley

The scene cuts to backstage as the cameras focus in on Miranda Buck standing alongside PWA’s newest acquisition, Milo Crews.

Miranda Buck: Milo, not many people get to stand backstage at a live wrestling event like this just after graduation, and even fewer get to actually step into the rings. So my question for you is…are you excited?

Milo Crews: Oh yeah, Tremendously. For like the last four years, I’ve wanted nothing more than to compete in that ring…and I’ve worked my ass off for the last year with a minor promotion near my house getting ready.

Miranda: So…you’re not nervous at all?

Milo: Oh no, no no. I’m very nervous. More nervous now that I have ever been. I’m struggling to stop myself from vomiting, the pressure is pretty intense.

A look of caution appears on Miranda’s face as she takes a step back, not wanting to be doused in vomit.

Miranda: Well, if you do feel the need to barf, make sure you do it away from my shoes, alright? Haha. But Yeah, your opponent tonight. Josh Graham, right? What’re your opinions on him?

Milo: Well, to be completely honest with you…I have no idea who he is. And I mean no disrespect by that, it’s just…I’ve been so caught up with my training, and keeping in shape…I haven’t had enough free time to do some of the things I would normally do, like watching the actual shows, or browse around on the internet.

Miranda: Sounds like you’ve been busy! I hope everything works out for you tonight, good luck!

Miranda smiles as the scene cuts to a commercial.

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Milo Crew vs Josh Graham
Crediit: Bob

'Spit it out' by Slipknot plays as Milo Crews makes his way to the ring.

Franks: Welcome to Violation 99 and welcome to what sure is to be an opener that promises a good outlook on the future.

Quadros: Yes, apparently we are looking at Milo Crews. This is his first match here in PWA and he is looking to make an impression.

Franks: He is going to be going against a guy who is still looking for his first in PWA.

Quadros: But at least he is optimistic about it.

Stan Bush's "The Touch" echoes through the arena. As the music picks up, shots of cheering audiences appear on the screen. "The Believer" Josh Graham bursts through the entrance curtains with his arms raised over his head. He jumps up and down as he turns, then drops his arms and breaks into a job down the aisle and slides into the ring.

Franks: Josh Graham is hear to deliver a positive message of hope and believing in yourself. He had nothing but kinds words to say about Milo.

Quadros: What’s his angle.

Franks: I don’t think he has one. He is just a very positive guy.

Josh and Milo stare eachother down across the ring for a few moments until Josh gives a big smile and outstretches his hand. Milo quickly shakes Graham’s hand in a good show of sportsmanship.

Franks: This is a great show of respect between these two men.

Quadros: We will see how quickly that changes once the bell rings.

The bell rings and the two lock up. Milo wins the test of strength and sends Josh to the ropes. Josh bounces back and gives Josh an arm drag that slides him to the other end of the ring. Milo takes a “ready” position as Josh gets up impressed with Milo. He claps for him and says “Very impressive.”

Franks: Graham likes what he sees in the opening seconds and I think I have to agree.

Quadros: But Milo is still a rookie, he has got to screw up next time.

The two lock up again but this time Graham wins the test of strength and puts Milo in a headlock. While he is in the hold Graham whispers into his ear “Come on Milo, you can do it. You can get out of this hold.” With that, Milo battles out of the hold and performs a vertical suplex on Graham. Without hesitation Crews performs a fist drop onto Graham’s chest.

Franks: Will this is a first, Graham is actually encouraging Crews to beat him up.

Quadros: Again, I gotta say that Graham needs to concentrate on winning the match, not helping his opponent.

He pulls Graham back up and goes for a snap suplex but Graham won’t budge and reverses it into a neckbreaker. Graham pulls him up and pats him on the back before performing a Russian leg sweep. Crews struggles on the floor as Graham reaches hand out to help him up. Milo takes it and Graham releases the hold and then goes for an irish whip that Milo reverses and sends Graham to the ropes. Graham bounces off just in time for a beautiful looking clothesline from Milo. Milo stares down at a winded Graham and takes a few seconds to think about what to do next.

Quadros: It looks like Milo’s inexperience is going to hurt him

Franks: Nope, there he goes. He might win this one quickly.

Crews finally goes to pin Graham. 1…2… Kickout by Graham. Milo rolls away as Graham gets back up and says “That was Self Doubt no selling you.” Milo looks a bit annoyed with all the positive talk and just tackles Graham with lefts and rights. The punches send Graham into the corner. Milo gets on the turnbuckle as the fans countdown the punches. 1…2…3…4…5. Graham blocks the sixth punch and pushes him off. Josh launches off the turnbuckle with a missile dropkick that sends Milo reeling. Graham goes for the pin. 1…2… Milo kicks out.

Franks: Milo is still in this.

Quadros: For now… but they are both putting on a great show.

With Milo back up Graham goes for a spinning back elbow that Milo quickly ducks. He launches off the ropes with a crossbody that sends Graham to the floor. With Graham back up, he hits a snap suplex. He quickly goes for the pin not knowing if he will have another chance at it. 1…2… kick out. Graham gets back up just in time to get hit with a spear. Without hesitation, Crews performs a standing shooting star as the crowd in attendance goes crazy. He hooks the leg.

Franks: HE IS DOING IT! Milo can be making a huge first impression in this match.

Quadros: That was amazing! Even I am impressed. Your right, he might end up doing it. That was a cool move.

1…2… Graham just barely gets the shoulder up. Milo sends Graham to the ropes again. Graham ducks another clothesline and performs his momentum shifter, The Doubt Buster. Crews is down because of the brutal spinebuster. Instead of pinning him, Graham tries to get the crowd behind Crews by clapping his hands together. Soon the whole arena is clapping with Graham who is chanting “Let’s GO Milo! Let’s Go! Let’s Go Milo! Let’s Go!” Milo is getting to his feet as the chanting and clapping continues.

Quadros: Wait… is Graham setting up his finisher? Trying to play head games? What is he up to.

Franks: What he has always: motivating his competition to be the very best they can be.

With Crews on his feet Graham locks up with him and wins the test of strength. Milo starts punching him in the face and bounces off the ropes. Before Milo can do anything, Graham catches him and hits what is known as the Canadian Destroyer that he calls the confidence builder. Graham hooks the leg. 1…2…3

Franks: GRAHAM finally wins a match. This might move him further up the card if he is lucky.

Quadros: I gotta say both men put on a helluva show and really changed my mind. But tonight, The Believer’s beliefs gave him a win.

Franks: This is a great night for Graham so far. Let’s see if he can keep it up at Violation 100. This will probably be our biggest televised show so you cannot miss it.

Ferdinand: Here is your winner: “The Believer” JOSH GRAHAM!

Graham helps Milo back up and raises his arm as The Touch plays. The two hug before Graham raises both their arms in victory and good showmanship.

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My Kind of Favor
Credit: Donnie

Tony Field: Well hello Wren, how are you doing on this wonderful night?

Wren eyes Tony up as she smiles, running her tongue along her bottom lip softly, seductively.

Wren Chesney: Tony Field…to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit…

Tony laughs to himself as he sits down in the plush chair next to Wren’s desk. He picks up her name plate, looks at it a moment, before sitting it back on her desk.

Tony Field: I just wanted to stop by and see how my favorite PWA executive is doing. Do I really need a reason to meet with someone off the board of directors?

Wren chuckles to herself as she leans back in her chair and eyes up Tony.

Wren Chesney: Somehow, I find it hard to believe you just came by to visit.

Wren stands from her seat, walking across the room, she closes the door, then takes a seat on her desk, positioning herself right between Tony’s legs.

Wren Chesney: I must say though, I do love it when you come to visit me. You always want something, but it is rather beneficial for both of us.

Tony starts to rise from his seat, but Wren pushes him back down, and then starts to take her high heel, rubbing against the crotch of Tony.

Wren Chesney: So what do you need tonight, Tony?

Tony lets out a soft moan as Wren’s foot…

Tony Field: I need a favor for Point Of No Return…

Wren smirks as she slips her heel off and starts to massage Tony through his pants.

Wren Chesney: Funny, I think I need a favor, too.

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Learn from his mistakes
Credit: Paul

Outside of Mr. Ryu Sawada’s office we find Jason Sandman making his way in. The door comes open and Jason walks in seeing Sawada sitting behind his desk appearing to be finalizing everything. Jason makes way over to the desk and looks down at the possible new owner.

Jason: You wanted to see me.

Sawada looks up and sees Jason standing there.

Sawada: Yes Mr. Sandman I did. Please have a seat and let us discuss life.

Jason: No thanks I’ll stand. So what you need.

Sawada looks a little annoyed by the fact that Jason did not listen to his order, but none the less continues with what he has to say.

Sawada: Very well. Mr. Sandman it has come to my attention that maybe our business deal is not being held up on your side. As I see it James Cortez is still standing.

Jason: Indeed and you future son in law seems to be walking with a limp this week. Don’t worry I don’t think retard genes will pass that down to your future grandchildren.

Sawada is now getting irate, but tries to keep it cool.

Sawada: That is other thing that bothers me. You seem to use your new power for whatever suits you and not for what suits me.

Jason smiles.

Jason: Yeah someone should have told you. I am kind of a prick like that. That business with number two last week, it was indeed personal and something that was necessary for me to complete the job you asked of me.

Sawada: How does trying to cripple Jack Gaither help with ending James Cortez?

Jason lets out a laugh.

Jason: Because if I don’t hurt certain people I get bored. When I get bored possible innocent people get hurt. It was also a message Sawada.

Sawada: And what message is that?

Jason: If you fuck me over, I will end the life of everyone you love. Jack, Hiroko, and the most important person to you, I will end Ryu Sawada. I will end you all and I will make it look like an accident. Cortez has already had to live with his decisions, Learn from his mistakes.

Sawada: You, you…..

Jason smiles an evil smile.

Jason: But don’t worry Sawada, I know you are going to keep your promises as you know I will keep mine. So rest your head and don’t live in fear. I can smell it on you.

Jason then just simply walks out of the office without another word.

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Seeing an old friend
Credit: Sabs

“The Product Of Hate,” Josh Cantrell, is putting on the rest of his wrestling gear seated in a chair. The crowd cheers as the young, but vastly experienced, athlete is preparing for his upcoming main event against Sam Washington tonight. Everything is set against a dank, regular locker room as he gets to his feet. Cantrell then bends downward to stretch for a few seconds, but sees another pair of legs approach him. Cantrell, with his notorious mistrust for everyone in sight, says ….

Josh Cantrell: Leave me alone! .....

However, the subject does not move. Getting more perturbed. Cantrell says it with more contempt.

Josh Cantrell: I said, "Leave me alone!!" Alright. You have five seconds to get out of my dressing room.

Cantrell raises upward as he sees the subject not budge an inch.

Josh Cantrell: ---- 1 ------ 2 ------ 3 ----- 4 ----.

As soon as he gets in a full standing position, the man known as The Gem Assassin, NightTrain, is smiling in the midst of the threat. He sarcastically finishes the count for Cantrell.

NightTrain: ---- 5 ----.

The crowd lets free a deafening roar upon the return of NightTrain on PWA television in almost one month. With a smile on his face, he continues to talk to Cantrell – with a little caution mixed in between the greeting from both sides.

NightTrain: I thought I’d finish the count for you.

Josh Cantrell: Raye.

NightTrain: Josh.

Both men ‘size up’ each other for about five seconds. Then, both men give one another a man hug to the crowd’s approval. Both men smile – very rare, especially for Cantrell. They break the hug and give each other a soul handshake.

Josh Cantrell: Man it is GREAT to see you again.

NightTrain: I thought I’d never see you in a wrestling capacity again, man. How are you doing?

Josh Cantrell: Well, I’m trying to make it. You know how that goes.

NightTrain shakes his head and knowingly moans.

NightTrain: I most certainly do, my brotha.’

A comfortable nod comes from Cantrell as you can see his body language relax – and The Product of Hate not be so on guard.

Josh Cantrell: Look …. about that program we ran when I kidnapped Trinity ….

NightTrain: Don’t sweat it. Now, if you truly want to make amends, you’ll have to approach her on your own.

Cantrell shoots NightTrain a look that says, “Are you kidding me,” all by itself.

Josh Cantrell: C’mon, Gem. That woman has a mind of a steel trap.

NightTrain: And the game of a prize fighter.

Both men loudly laugh about flashing back to their separate, independent wars with Trinity. Cantrell, happy to see NightTrain, wants to make sure there’s no ulterior motive behind his visit.

Josh Cantrell: So – you don’t have any hard feelings about my program with Trinity nor ….

NightTrain: …. nor when you folded me in two during my Hall Of Fame ceremony in the Tradition days?

The Gem Assassin shakes his head. Once Cantrell saw the ‘no’ come from NightTrain, the rest of his defenses lower.

NightTrain: You were finally getting your opportunity to shine as company champion. I don’t begrudge you that, at all.

A sigh of relief is heard from Cantrell and a slight smile comes across his face.

Josh Cantrell: Good. I’ve been thinking about that a lot, you know. Out of the people I’ve seen in this business, you’re the closest thing to family I got – and I couldn’t bear ….

Cantrell tries to speak, but emotionally gets stopped. He tries again ….

Josh Cantrell: …. I couldn’t bear ….

The fluidity of thought stops from Cantrell. NightTrain, seeing the sincerity coming from his friend’s emotion, completes his thought.

NightTrain: I know what you’re trying to say. You couldn’t bear the thought of burning a bridge – much like your father did with you.

Cantrell, still trying to gather his thoughts, fights tears and stems them from coming. He sees Cantrell nod his head in confirmation as NightTrain steadies him as best he can.

NightTrain: Listen to me, Josh ….

He grabs Cantrell by the shoulders and turns The Product of Hate to face him. NightTrain speaks with conviction - looking at Cantrell right in his eyes.

NightTrain: You are NOT your father - nor his sins. You are BETTER than he is, already. You’ve seen the world many times over, and he didn’t. You may be known as The Product of Hate – but you are long from being the agent of it. Exorcise those demons which still lay within you. No matter how long it takes – I’ll be right there with you. You hear me, man?

Cantrell gathers himself to respond, but the caring that’s coming from NightTrain is rare for him to witness. He closes his eyes and nods as the emotion overtakes him a little. He reopens his eyes.

Josh Cantrell: Yeah, I hear ya,’ ‘Train. I hear ya.’

NightTrain positively moans and nods. He then walks away from Cantrell’s dressing room. Before he gets out the door, Cantrell says ….

Josh Cantrell: Hey, ‘Train!

NightTrain stops and slowly turns to face Cantrell – who is now standing on the other side of the room’s entrance.

Josh Cantrell: Man – if you need anything, or any help …. just ask. I’ll watch your back.

NightTrain: Thanks, Hate. I really needed to hear that.

NightTrain nods at Cantrell before departing from the dressing room. Meanwhile, Cantrell purses his lips and feels relaxed considering he’s bonded again with one of his longtime allies. He nods his head in affirmation to the good fortune he is so unaccustomed to seeing and enjoys the moment.

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Not Complicated
Credit: Blake

VCR is sitting at his desk when Duncan Malloy walks in and sits down silently across from him. He stares at VCR as the board member finishes what he is doing then addresses him.

VCR: For fuck’s sake Duncan. Do you have any idea how stupid this is for you to be here? Do you have any idea how much this complicates things?

Malloy leans forward, smirking at VCR.

Malloy: Really? Because I don’t think this does. I think this makes things much, much easier.

VCR: Please, Duncan. Do tell. How does this make things any easier? When Carmichael knows that you’re here, he goes into lockdown mode. There’s no way we can get close to him once he knows.

Malloy: Well then, why don’t I let him know I’m here first?

With that, Malloy stands up with a smile and walks out of the office, leaving VCR cursing as he watches the door close.

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Guaranteed
Credit: Donnie

Tony Field is seen backstage, chatting up Miranda Buck. Miranda leans in close to Tony, gives him a kiss on his neck, and then inhales deeply as her expression quickly changes.

Miranda Buck: Is that perfume I smell?

Tony Field: Perfume?? You sure?

Miranda inhales again.

Miranda Buck: Yeah, I smell perfume on your collar….

Tony Field: Oh, yeah, that. I was signing autographs before the show. Some rabid fan wanted an autograph.

Miranda Buck: An autograph? You never sign autographs? You’ve said before that they are just looking to make a quick buck off your signature.

Tony just shrugs.

Tony Field: I was in a giving mood *Tony nods at the camera*…so rather than to act like a jealous girlfriend, why don’t we do this interview since we are being spied on as it is.

Miranda glances at the camera and starts to blush. Then she slightly clears her throat.

Miranda Buck: We are here, backstage with Tony Field, who will square off against Terminus at Point Of No Return in a match that will end the career of Terminus if Tony should win. So Tony, how do you feel going into this match.

Miranda leans in to Tony, whispering in his ear.

Miranda Buck: Is that how you wanted me to ask it?

Tony nods at her and whispers back.

Tony Field: That’s perfect, doll.

Tony then turns back to the camera.

Tony Field: That’s right, Miranda. In a few weeks, in what is big enough to be the main event of Point Of No Return, in what will be, without a shadow of a doubt, be the single biggest moment in PWA history, it will be Tony Field vs Terminus version 2.0. Only this time there’s so much more on the line. This time, we will make earth shattering history.

Miranda Buck: History? Tell me, Tony, how will this match make history?

Tony Field: Good question Miranda. This match will make history because it will be the night I end the career of Terminus. I will rid this federation of that waste and begin my ascension to being the franchise wrestler of PWA. I will, once and for all, show all these sheep fans that Terminus is nothing special, he’s only an obstacle standing between me and my goal. And who knows, once I rid this place of Terminus, maybe I’ll cash in my title shot.

Miranda Buck: But you seem so sure you’ll win at Point Of No Return. How can you be so certain?

Miranda stops Tony before he can answer.

Miranda Buck (whispering to Tony): That didn’t seem TOO leading to you did it? You said to improvise the questions.

Tony Field (to Miranda): It’s fine…..(turning the camera)…It’s simple. I just came from the office of Wren Chesney…

Miranda Buck (interrupting Tony): Hey, that smelled like her perfume…did you…

Tony Field: Miranda, trust me, it was 100 percent professional. I mean really, do I seem like the type of guy who’d screw around with her for a favor?

Miranda eyes Tony up, looking hurt, then her expression finally turns to one of acceptance.

Miranda Buck: You’re right, that’s beneath you. Sorry, I just…I lo…anyway…go on.

Tony concentrates on Miranda a moment, then he turns his attention back to the camera.

Tony Field: Where were we? Oh, yes, how can I be so certain? I just came from the office of Wren Chesney, and she was so kind to give me a special match for Point Of No Return. You see, years ago, I was forced into a match for as a punishment, but I came to excel at it. It’s kind of become my specialty match. It’s a match I’m currently 13-1 in. Imagine this. We’re going to pull out the coated ring ropes, and replace them with rotted, ragged uncoated ring ropes. Ropes that are frayed and frigged. We’re going to replace the turnbuckles with exposed metal and steel, rusted to the very core with jagged edges. There will be no mat, but rather splintered 8 inch thick wooden planks replacing the wrestling mat.

Outside the ring, we’re going to pull up the padding on the guard rails, leaving the steel bars exposed, and we’re going to pull up the padding on the floor, and the arena hardwood, leaving nothing but cold hard concrete to pad your fall. There’s no disqualification, no count outs, no submission. There’s not even a mandatory 10 count . The only possible way to win the match is by a pinfall. It’s a little match that came to be known in uW as The Extreme Ring Match.

So why am I so certain I’ll win? This is my match, I can’t possibly lose this match. So come Point Of No Return, Glen, your first ever Extreme Ring match, will also be the last match of your career.

Tony turns back to Miranda

Tony Field: Now what do you say we slip out to the limousine for a few, I got something I really need to…show you….

Miranda smiles, leans in, gives Tony a kiss. Then she tosses the microphone toward the camera man as the two slip out of site of the camera very quickly.

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Zakk Bryce vs. Justice Reigns
Credit: Donnie

The words "Justice will be served!" is heard as the beginning riffs of "Master of Puppets (MosDam electro house remix)" by Metallica is played underneath various images of Justice Reins in various capacities is shown on the screen. Reigns name appears next to a large picture of lady justice. The lights in the arena start to change colors for all of a minute and half as the driving drum beat continues.


As the guitar begins to play the lights go out with only a spotlight in the middle of stage. Reigns comes out from backstage wearing a black judges' robe and a gavel in his right hand and stands in the middle of the spotlight. He holds the gavel up as he stand near the entrance. "Justice will be served" is heard again as he starts to walk down the ramp, the spotlight following him.

Franks: Here’s our first competitor, Justice Reigns, to a mixed reaction from the crowd. They can’t figure out of if they want to cheer him or boo him!


When Reigns reaches the ring he enters under the bottom rope and walks to the middle of the ring all the while the spot is following. When he reaches mid ring he stares at the camera and slams the gavel into his left hand. Justice holds both his arms out and he stares intently into the camera as the song ends. He then walks over to ring ropes where he hands over his gavel and his robe. Justice jumps around as he sets up for his match.

A slight sound of feedback hums over the speakers as the arena is covered in light blue lighting. Then the opening riffs of "The Hurt (Paid My Dues) by House of Broken Promises starts to blare through the speaker system. Zakk Bryce steps out on the ramp to be met with a chants of "You suck" from the crowd, followed by Tony Field’s bodyguard, Frankie Bones.

Quadros: Well you tell you what, Carl, here’s who I’m pulling for. This is the next coming of Tony Field. How can you not root for Zakk Bryce?

Franks: It’s simple, Ray, he’s a tool.


Bryce shakes his head in disgust with the crowd and stalks down the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope. Bryce heads straight to a neutral corner and starts to stretch using the ropes as the bell rings.

Franks: And we are underway….Both men circle each other in the ring, taunting one another. Then Bryce motions to Reigns to tie up with him. Reigns eyes him up, then extends his hands. Bryce locks in one hand, and then pauses, and then extends the other hand. Just as Reigns is about to take it, Bryce gives him a kick in the gut to be met with a series of boos. Then he hits another and another, until finally Reigns is doubled over. Bryce then hits a spinning wheel kick, taking Justice Reigns to the ground, then he quickly follows it up with a standing moonsault before turning to the crowd and taunting them.

Franks: Real nice series of moves there. Bryce has come a long way in such a short time.

Quadros: Well what do you expect from the protégé of Tony Field? This guy is golden, I’m telling you. I smell future Heavyweight Champion.

Franks: You don’t have to kiss Tony’s ass, he’s not out here this week.

Quadros: I’m not kissing his ass, he’s my favorite wrestler, what can I say.

Bryce walks around Reigns, circling him, then he starts to put the boots to him, kicking him repeatedly in the gut. Then he grabs Reigns by the neck and pulls him up. He wraps an arm around him, hooks his leg, and then sends him back to the mat with a hard Russian Leg Sweep. Bryce goes for the early cover.

Franks: Bryce tries to end it early.

…1 …2 ..KICK OUT!

Franks: Justice Reigns kicks out just in time.

Quadros: Nice try though, stay on him Zakk.

Bryce shakes his head and pulls Reigns to his feet. He throws him into the far ropes, leap frogs him, and then nails him with a pele kick on the rebound.

Franks: Nice pele kick out of Bryce, that’s a new move.

Quadros: The force is strong with this one….

Franks: Please, God no, no Star Wars references, I beg you.

Quadros: Oh come you, get it? Tony Field is like Obewon Kenobi, and Zakk Bryce is like Luke Skywalker.

Franks: More like Field is Emperor Palpatine and Bryce is Darth Vader.

Quadros: Sheesh, and you get on me for the Star Wars reference.

Franks: Bryce goes for the quick cover again…

…1 …2 …KICK OUT!

Franks: Zakk isn’t happy about this one.

Quadros: And he has ever right to be angry. That was a slow count…

Franks: Oh it was not. You are so full of crap.

Bryce grabs the referee by the shirt, shouting obscenities at him, tell him to “JUST FUCKING COUNT RIGHT!” Just as he turns back to Reigns, Reigns grabs Bryce and rolls him up with a small package.

…1 …2 ..Bryce slips out!

Franks: AND REIGNS ALMOST STEALS ONE!!!

Bryce gets to his feet as does Reigns. Reigns hits a high heel kick, staggering Bryce back into the ropes, then Reigns follows it up by planting Bryce face first into the mat with the X-Factor.

Quadros: Get up, hurry, get up.

Franks: You’re supposed to be impartial when you call these matches.

Quadros: You mean to tell me you’re not rooting for Reigns?

Franks: I…

Quadros: You can’t deny it.

Franks: But I’m not OPENLY rooting for him. I’m too professional for that.

Bryce climbs back to his feet, only to be met with stiff German suplex, sending him flying across the ring. Reigns then runs over to the turnbuckle, quickly climbing to the top, then he comes flying off the turnbuckle with a Phoenix Splash Pin. The referee counts.

Franks: WHAT MOVE! This should be over right now!!

…1 …2 …KICK OUT!

Quadros: THANK GOD! Get up Zakk, hurry, get up.

Franks: Reigns stalks back over to Bryce after the close call.

Reigns pulls Zakk Bryce back to his feet, locks his neck, and then sends him crashing down face first into the mat with a running bulldog. Reigns quickly drops to the mat and locks on a Texas Cloverleaf.

Franks: This could be it. Reigns could have him right here. Looks like Bryce might tap.

Quadros: Don’t do it Zakk. Remember, WWTFD…
Franks: WWTFD???

Quadros: What Would Tony Field Do..it’s the motto I live my life by.

Franks: God I really hope Reigns win this one. I can’t take this anymore. It’s like working with the king of all kiss asses.


Bryce scrambles, trying to reach the rope, but he can’t get there. Reigns torques harder and harder on Bryce. The referee checks Bryce, but Bryce doesn’t tap out. He walks to the back, checking on the hold. Meanwhile, with the referee looking elsewhere, Frankie Bones reaches up, grabbing Bryce’s hand and pulls him to the ropes, wrapping Zakk’s hand around the bottom rope, and then walking away just mere moments before the referee notices.

Franks: That’s so cheap. That’s disgusting. The referee really needs to do something about this.

Quadros: Hey, it’s wrestling. It’s called brains above brawn.

Franks: It’s called cheating is what it’s called. This match should be over by now.


Reigns breaks the hold as Bryce uses the ropes to start to pull him up. With Bryce grasping on the middle rope, Reigns charges at him. Bryce drops, pulling the ropes with him, bridging Justice Reigns over the top rope and sending him spilling to the outside. Bryce then goes to stand, then suddenly buckles, grabbing his knee. The referee turns his attention to Bryce. Meanwhile on the outside, Frankie Bones lifts Reigns up, presses him over his body, then drops him, wrapping his neck across the top of the guard barrier. Reigns grabs his throat as he flops to the floor.

Franks: Christ, come one, his knees not hurt. This referee needs to remove his head from his sphincter and do his job.

Quadro: Simmer down now, Carl. Bryce has a legitimate injury, the referee is just doing what he’s paid to do.

Franks: His injury is about as legitimate as you’re impartial commentary.

With Bryce still holding his knee, Bones picks Reigns up off the ground, tucks his head, and then sends him crashing back to the mat with a sit down powerbomb with a sickening thud. Bones lifts Reigns back up and slides him back into the ring as the referee turns his attention toward them. Bones just raises his hand as if he did nothing while Bryce’e knee is suddenly better.

Franks: Look at that, nothing wrong!!! I’m calling the rest of this match under protest. There’s no justice in this match. Reigns is getting a royal screw job.

Quadros: Oh come on, win at all costs, that’s Tony Field’s motto. It’s a motto we should all live by, and apparently Zakk Bryce agrees with me.

Bryce kicks Reigns in the gut, and then hits him with the Zakk Attack.

Quadros: ZAKK ATTACK!!! This should be all over right here.

The referee starts to count, and just as he drops to the mat Bryce props his feet on the bottom rope for extra leverage as Reigns tries to fight out of it.

…1 …2 …3!

Quadros: And Zakk Bryce picks up his first singles win here in PWA. What a competitor. We are going to see good things to come out of this kid. His stock is on the rise.

Franks: On the rise? He’s a Tony Field clone, nothing more.

Quadros: And you couldn’t find anyone better to clone yourself after. I like this kid.

Franks: You would.

Zakk Bryce jumps to his feet in victory as he slides out of the ring and hugs Frankie Bones. The two stare into the ring, laughing, as Reigns struggles to his feet, angry and feeling cheated out of the match, looking on as Bryce and Bones back up the ramp, knowing they stole a victory.

---

When The Lights go out
Credit: John and Okori

*With a stick in hand, former AWG and current "Wrestling Insider" magazine Senior Analyst Norman Asner stands in the center of the ring as he gets ready to introduce his very special guest.*

NORMAN ASNER: N¨«h¨£o ma Beijing!? (How are you Beijing!?)

*The crowd inside Beijing's Worker Stadium erupts for the former AWG analysts suprising use of Mandarin.*

NORMAN: I see we're doing quite well, and I hope you're all having a good time tonight. Now ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your PWA World's Light Heavyweight Champion--"The Golden Eagle" himself, Jack Gaither.*

*The audience springs to life again as "Cosmos Rockin'" from Queen + Paul Rodgers begins to play. We now see "The Golden Eagle" make his way on-stage to a loud reaction; as the Morgantown native makes his way to the ring wearing a Yao Ming jersey, he shakes hands with and gives hugs to several influential fans that will be given shout-outs during this interview. With the Light Heavyweight Championship belt on his left shoulder, Jack steps into the ring to begin this thing as the music settles down.*

NORMAN: Well Jack, the fans here in Beijing love you.

JACK GAITHER: Well--I love these fans too!

*The smile is etched on the face of "The Golden Eagle" as the fans cheer once again. For this interview, Norman shares the mike with the former Houston Cougar.*

NORMAN: Jack, just before you hopped into the ring, you hugged and shook hands with several of PWA's biggest fans at ringside. What's the story?

JACK: I have always believed that every one of us needs inspiration at some point in our lives, and last night, Hiroko and I got the chance to meet up with some people who made a movie that was purely inspiration. People can bash this movie all they want to, but we absolutely loved it from start to finish. In fact, Hiroko and I would HIGHLY recommend that everyone go out to your local theaters and watch it.

NORMAN: What did you and Hiroko watch last night that caused such a media frenzy from what I heard?

JACK: Hiroko and I went out to watch the 2010 remake of "The Karate Kid," featuring several big names who are in attendance here tonight--and trust me, they are HUGE fans of PWA and of yours truly: I'm talkin' about Taraji P. Henson, Will Smith and his son Jaden, and THE Master of modern-day action movies--Jackie Chan!

*The crowd in Beijing ROARS as the four people who played a part in making "The Karate Kid (2010)" such a critical success are shown at ringside.*

NORMAN: I've heard many great things about the new "Karate Kid," and I'll have to go see it. As far as real-life inspirations go, I have to say that you have been one of the most inspirational stories for the past several months. Now that you are the holder of the PWA World's Light Heavyweight Championship, tell us what you've been doing lately to stay focused in everything throughout your life.

JACK: Sure. Tommy Veot and Theresa Ford came to my hotel in Seoul last week and wanted to know about my plans for holding onto this belt. I told them that I planned on defending it against random opponents at PWA's non-Violation and charity benefit events, and this past Friday night in Hong Kong, I got the chance to defend this title against "The Wrestling Machine"--yes, I'm talkin' about Nighthawk!

*Instant pop from the fans!*

JACK: Now, Nighthawk has had a tendency over the years to put people to work, and he made me work and then some--all the way to a 60-minute time limit draw. Together, I was told this morning that we raised over $750,000 in U.S. currency to help in the fight against cancer worldwide, and I was very humbled to be able to do what I love and help those who are in great need of a little inspiration. I was also told this morning that PWA, sponsored by "The Wrestling Insider" magazine," will show highlights from my match against Nighthawk next week as Violation celebrates 100 shows.

*The Bejing audience cheers and starts up a Mandarin-style "GAITHER!" chant.*

NORMAN: Well, thank you for sharing some of your time Jack, and remember fans, you can always order a one-year subscription to "The Wrestling Insider" or pick up a copy today at your local Walmart or wherever books and magazines are sold. Thank you everyone, and enjoy the rest of your night!

As Jack Gaither stands in the ring, his interview over, the lights in the sold-out arena slowly click off as a familiar song plays over the loudspeaker, and it's accompanying lyrics on the large video screen.

(Start Intro)
Everybody loves a hero, people line up for 'em, cheer for them, scream their names, and years later tell how they stood in the rain for hours just to get a glimpse of the one who told them to HOLD ON a second longer. I believe theres a hero in all of us, that keeps us honest, gives us strength, makes us noble. And finally gets us to die with pride. Even though sometimes we have to be steady and give up the thing we want most, even our dreams.
(End Intro)

Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and turn and dream of what I need

(Chorus)
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet

(Chorus)

Up where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I would swear that there's someone somewhere
Watching me

Through the wind and the chill and the rain
And the storm and the flood
I can feel his approach
Like a fire in my blood

(Chorus)

As the lights come back on Nighthawk is standing in the center of the ring, his hands on his hips as Jack Gaither turns slowly around to see him there. Keeping his head covered by the hood of his leather trenchcoat Nighthawk simply grabs the microphone out of the hands of the "Golden Eagle".

Nighthawk: "Me. You. Light Heavyweight Title. Point of No Return. See you there."

Walking out of the ring Nighthawk quickly climbs over the guardrail and walks back through the crowd, shaking the hands of random fans as he does so.

---

Kaito vs. JJ Biggs

Kaito beats JJ Biggs

---

I want Blood
Credit: Jake and Paul

Jason Sandman sits behind a desk in his office kicked back in a chair with his feet up on the desk flipping through a magazine. The door to the office opens and "The Product of Hate" Josh Cantrell steps in the office. Cantrell hold his right hand by his side trying to keep Sandman from catching a glimpse of the chain wrapped around his fist. Jason just glances over at him and then back at his magazine.

Jason: Don’t worry son. You won’t need the chain. I already know why you are here.

Cantrell hears Sandman call him son and a fire lights in his eyes. He brings up the fist that has the chain on it and goes to take his shot. Only when he steps forward Jason raises the hand that isn’t holding the magazine and reveals he is holding his cane.

Jason: Sit. Let’s have a word about this.

Taking a step back Cantrell sneers at Sandman and pops his neck from side to side.

Josh Cantrell: No thanks, I'll stand I wanna be ready incase you make the mistake of calling me "son" again.

Jason: Suit yourself. Just know little froggy, you hop and I will crush you under my fists. So I am kind of curious, why choose me on your mission of violence.

Cantrell never takes his gaze away from Sandman or the cane while he rubs the chain that covers his fist and smiles...almost.

Josh Cantrell: Ain't nobody else in PWA more known for dishing out violence than you are.

Jason kind of smiles.

Jason: I do have a reputation don’t I. You’re brother know you’re here?

Josh Cantrell: I don't care if he knows or not, he's the reason I'm here. He wants to "protect" me but I don't need him and I never have.

Jason: I only asked because I don’t want to listen to his cum dumpster bitch about how I won’t hurt you. Besides I know exactly how you feel about “protection”. I have had someone or another trying to save me from myself since this fucking place opened.

Josh Cantrell: Then you won't have any problem if we beat the piss out of each other in an Extreme Rules Match at Violation 100?

Jason: No Josh I won’t have any problem beating you bloody and breaking you next week. Just hope you realize what you just did.

Josh Cantrell: I realize exactly what I did and I welcome it, but I hope you realize this ain't gonna be a one sided affair either. I may be new to PWA but ask around, I've been in my share of bloody wars too.

Jason: Good because I would hate to break you without even bleeding a little. Now I believe you have a match coming up you may want to concentrate on.

Josh Cantrell: I sure do, but I think I need to let my "protective" older brother know what we just setup, or would you like to do the honors?

Jason: Oh I will take that honor. Can’t wait to see the look on his face.

Josh Cantrell: That'd probably be for the best, he frustrates me. I'll see ya next week.

Jason: Indeed I will see you next week son.

Josh stares at Jason and gives him a look of you will pay for that before exiting the office.

---

A Union
Credit: Blake

Adrian Carmichael and Archangel are walking down the hallway backstage, heading towards NightTrain’s locker room. They stop in front of the door and look at one another briefly.

Carmichael: You sure you’re cool with this?

Archangel nods silently as Carmichael knocks. The door opens and NightTrain is standing by the doorway.

‘Train: Adrian. Good to see you.

He extends a hand and Carmichael grabs it, shaking it vigorously.

Carmichael: Raye. A pleasure, as always. I’m sure you know of my associate, Archangel.

‘Train smiles as he extends his hand to Archangel.

‘Train: The fabled Archangel, in the flesh.

‘Train leaves his hand extended for a moment before withdrawing it after Archangel leaves it hanging in mid-air, settling for slapping the masked man on the arm.

‘Train: Fair enough. So, A, to what do I owe this pleasure?

Carmichael: I just wanted to get you familiar with one another. No sense in you two being strangers, now that we’re all under one roof.

‘Train smiles briefly and then motions to Carmichael.

‘Train: Can I speak to you? In private?

Carmichael: Certainly. Archangel…Wait outside, if you will.

Archangel leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

Carmichael: What’s up?

‘Train: Look, man. I’m not one to question your tactics…You are, after all, the one who got me my big payday, but is this really wise? I mean, how the hell am I going to communicate with him in the ring?

Carmichael: Trust me. You won’t need to. He’ll have your back.

‘Train: He damn well better.

Carmichael: He’s scouted you well. I’m sure he won’t disappoint you.

‘Train smiles and claps Carmichael on the shoulder.

‘Train: Then let’s do this. I can’t wait to see the big guy up close and personal.

---

Archangel & NightTrain vs. Tom K. Winnick & Captain Howdy

ArcAngel and NightTrain win when ArcAngel pins Winnick.

---

There will be Blood
Credit: Jake and Paul

Jason Sandman is again seen sitting in his office. Looking through some paperwork he found in Butcher’s desk, Jason gets a smile on his face. The smile soon fades as his door comes flying open. Looking over Jason sees Jake Keeton standing in the hall staring daggers at Sandman.

Jason: Don’t you know how to knock?

Jason pauses then speaks again.

Jason: What in the hell do you want anyway?

Keeton: You’re not fighting him next week Sandman.

Jason: Damn, someone let the cat out of the bag.

Keeton: I don’t know what you have planned, but it’s not happening. So you can cancel Jason Sandman versus Josh Cantrell.

Jason: Jake come now. You know me far to well to truly believe I will cancel the match because you told me too, hell you know it only interests me more now.

Jason laughs a little.

Jason: Look the bottom line is the kid wants to bleed and I will bust him open. There is nothing you can do. I don’t have a belt you can take or a shot to strip so you lose, fuck off, and don’t let the door hit you on the ass on the way out because I don’t want ass imprints on my door.

---

Saving Money
Credit: Blake

The scene fades in with Carmichael walking through the backstage area towards Archangel’s locker room when suddenly, he’s blindsided, his head bouncing off of the concrete wall of the hallway and sending shockwaves through his body. Carmichael tries to fight back, but to no avail as he receives a knee right to the face, sending his head snapping back and again bouncing off of the wall. Duncan Malloy leans down, getting just inches away from his face.

Malloy: This is just the beginning, mate. You send your little monkey to the ring next week and I’ll do what that little prick Bryce hasn’t been able to yet…Save my boss a little money in the process to, eh?

Without giving Carmichael a chance to respond, Malloy sends another well-placed kick to his head, causing Carmichael to black out as Malloy slowly stalks away.

---

[align=center] Pleasure Doing Business With You
Credit: Andrew and Paul[/center]

~ Jason Sandman is shown seated behind his desk in his office, when Evan Andrews opens the door and enters the office. The Judicial Review member stands in front of the Consultant's desk, folds his arms across his chest, and stares down at Jason while addressing him in a serious tone of voice. ~

Evan: We need to talk, Jason.

Jason looks up at Evan and then back down.

Jason: Does anyone know how to fucking knock anymore. What you need Term?

Evan: It's not like you ever knocked back when we were running together, Jason. Guess that kind of rubbed off on me. And it's Evan, by the way. Someone else is now Terminus...And that person is the reason why I'm here.

Jason: So it’s time for another edition of respect the new guy. Okay let’s hear it.

Evan: Well, as you probably know by now, your "friend and mine" wren Chesney just granted her boy-toy Tony Field a favor by allowing him to name the match setting for the match that he and Glen will have at PONR 3. Normally, this wouldn't bother me, but it seems a bit..tilted...in Tony's favor. And since you're all about being an equal opportunity asshole, I figure you'd be in agreement with me when I say that Glen should have an equal say in the match that will take place.

Jason laughs.

Jason: So that cunt found a way back in. Tell you what I will do for you. Next week the two of them will have a match and winner picks the stipulations, and when fakey loses I don’t want any bitching.

Evan, smiling: IF Glen loses, you mean. Still, you read my mind, and in doing so, have made me a very happy man. Now, since I'm certain Tony Field will try to hide behind his competitive control clause, I have one other favor to ask, and that's to add a stipulation that if he hides behind it, it will be removed from his contract, and he'll be forced to compete in any match of our choosing up until PONR.

Jason: Sounding scared there champ. Sounding like Field is the boogyman. Don’t worry little boy, I’ll protect you. Field decides to be a bitch and hide he has to do whatever the hell you just said.

Evan: It's not a matter of being scared...It's just a matter of not letting the bastards grind Glen, or anyone else down, is all. Be a shame if Terminus couldn't compete anymore because of something that Field was able to pull backstage, rather than in the ring. Don't you agree?

Jason: Guess it depends on shit. If it’s you, I can see a tragedy. If it’s him…..well shit happens. Good luck next week with your plottings.

Evan: We'll see how it goes, Jason. Anyway, I'm going to tell TERMINUS the good news. Pleasure doing business with you, Jason.

Jason: Funny, never thought you for one to talk to yourself.

---

[Jason Sandman]

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Trinity vs. Va'aiga
Credit: Drew and Theresa

Ray Quadros: Well, Carl, we’ve had our fun, but it’s time to get to some serious business.

Carl Franks: You’re right there, partner. This matchup coming up is between two of the literal and figurative juggernauts of Premiere—Va’aiga with his size, and Trinity with her reputation.

Ray Quadros: Trinity hasn’t won a match in almost a full month, Carl. I don’t know if reputation is going to be enough!

Carl Franks: You better not let Trinity hear you say that, Ray.

The arena lights dim and a single blue spotlight fills the center of the ring. A large letter T shows brilliantly as the pounding strains of ‘Headstrong’ by Trapt begins to echo. Soft shimmers of light encircles the arena and then settles on the entryway, as three explosions of white light erupt. When the smoke settled, Trinity bounds onto the ramp and begins to make her way to the ring, shaking hands with the crowd. Bounding up the steps, she launches over the top rope and lands in a stance ready for attackers. When none come she climbs the turnbuckle and blows a quick kiss to the enthusiastic crowd.

Carl Franks: It is undeniable, the appeal of Trinity here! She has captured the imaginations of every fan in this building!

Ray Quadros: Pssh. Whatever, Franks. She’s just another pretty face who can occasionally wrestle.

Carl Franks: Trinity, when you go back to watch this tape, just know that I never agreed with anything that my broadcast partner said.

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.

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.

Carl Franks: And here he is, folks! Your Premiere Wrestling Alliance heavyweight champion!

Ray Quadros: No matter what your opinion of this guy is, you gotta respect his size and strength. He’s not the most technical wrestler alive, but he’ll break your arm as soon as look at ya!

Carl Franks: He is a very dangerous opponent, Ray, and Trinity would be very wise to not let him get his giant Maori mitts on her at all.

Ray Quadros: That’s so true, Franks. If he wraps Trinity up, it’s all over at that point. He’s more than twice her size!

Freddy Ferdinand: The following contest is set for one fall, with a 15 minute time limit! Introducing first, standing 5’9” and weighing in at 160 lbs, from New York City, a member of Murderers’ Row and a former Premiere Wrestling Alliance Light Heavyweight Champion… TRINITY!

The crowd erupted in cheers, as Trinity takes yet another bow for the Chinese crowd.

Freddy Ferdinand: And her opponent, standing 6’8”, and weighing in tonight at 350 lbs, from Rotorua, New Zealand… he is the Maori Badass and member of Murderers’ Row… and the Premiere Wrestling Alliance Heavyweight Champion… VA’AIGA!

Again, the crowd explodes in cheers, returning the shaka sign to Va’aiga,

The ref checks to see if both competitors are ready, and then rings the bell for the match to start.

Carl Franks: And we are underway here in Beijing! The tension between these two is growing by the week. It’s almost a palpable cloud in the air over this match, Ray!

Ray Quadros: I have no idea what you’re talking about, Franks. I just want to see the Maori smash that little woman back to the kitchen!

Trinity smirks at Va’aiga, motioning for him to come get her. Va’aiga looks her, half smiling, and makes a motion indicating her lack of size in comparison to him while stepping forward. Trinity snarls and rears back, trying to slap the smile off the big man’s face. He turns he face back to her, the smile slowly fading. He begins to swing wildly, while nimble Trinity easily steps out of his range.

Carl Franks: That lit a fire under the Maori

Ray Quadros: The ref better check that kitty cat’s nails!

Carl Franks: You really want to get Trinity angry at you, don’t you?

Ray Quadros: If Trinity has a problem with me, she can take it up with me personally!

Trinity grabs Va’aiga’s left wrist, ducking under and twisting his arm sharply behind his back into a strong hammerlock. V looks over his shoulder as she applies pressure, then puts a foot in his back and pushes him away, releasing the hold.. She shrugs, smiling a little and motions for him to come at her again.

Va’aiga charges at her, and she grabs his arm in an attempt to use his momentum to Irish whip him into the ropes. V plants his feet, stopping completely, then reverses the motion, tossing Trinity into the ropes instead. She bounces off into a back handspring elbow, poised to strike V’s head. He sidesteps the attack, catching her at her midsection and slamming her down to the mat like a basketball. Trinity rolls to the side, reaching for her back in a mixture of pain and frustration.

Carl Franks: Va’aiga showing off his knowledge of Trinity’s fighting style there with that thunderous slam.

Ray Quadros: We all saw that coming, Franks. You make it sound like V figured out the secret of life for not catching an elbow in the face.

While V is celebrating, pointing to his head in a sign of intelligence, "Miracle" by Nonpoint rumbles through the arena. V turns toward the entryway, waiting for the imminent arrival of JJ Biggs to crash the party. Trinity turns as well, rising to her feet, the match all but forgotten at the moment. The crowd erupts in boos as JJ comes through the crowd, steel chair in hand, and slides into the ring. Neither V nor Trinity notices JJ’s entrance, and he levels Trinity with a chair shot to the back, sending her rolling out to the outside. The crowd is in complete disbelief as JJ focuses his attention to V, smacking the chair into V’s head. Va’aiga just smiles a sick sort of smile and lets out a war cry, charging straight ahead, only to have JJ swing the chair again, connecting with V’s midsection, doubling him over. JJ smacks the chair once more against his back, sending the Maori to the mat. Once Va’aiga falls down, JJ starts driving the edge of the chair into the back of V’s right knee. V writhes in pain as JJ continues his assault until officials from the back are able to pull “The Featured Attraction” away from the Maori.

Carl Franks: Unbelievable… Trinity, down. Va’aiga, down. JJ Biggs standing tall in the center of the ring, declaring his desires to take out the champion by any means necessary!

Ray Quadros: That was INCREDIBLE, Franks! That guy can swing a chair!

---

Man knows what he wants
Credit: Will and Paul

Seated at his office desk, Jason Sandman idly thumbs through some important looking paperwork as the unmistakable sound of an office door being reduced into a thousand tiny splinters by an enraged Maori. Well it's a sound most PWA viewers should be more than used to by now. Sandman barely looks up from his papers as he addresses The Maori, who is busy storming into the room with a face like thunder.

Jason: At least you somewhat knocked

Va'aiga: I. Want. Biggs. Dead.

Each word Va'aiga speaks comes loaded with hatred and powerful resentment. Sandman's reply is somewhat equivocal.

Jason: As do I. Seems as usual we have common ground to stand on.

Va'aiga: I want Biggs next week. Not at Point Of No Return. I want Biggs next week. Violation 100. Centenary show.

Jason smiles as he hears Va'aiga request. He twiddles a pen around subconsciously and asks The Maori,

Jason: What you got in mind? I mean I have no issue with Biggs' murder, but people might complain about ruining the World Title Match at Point of No Return.

Va'aiga: You see THIS?

Picking up the steel chair that sits in front of Jason Sandman's desk, Va'aiga folds it up with a dramatic clang before taking a practise swish at the air.

Va'aiga: If Biggs wants to go around smacking people up with these... Then I got one little change to make to your standard wrestling match rules. You make these things... legal.

Jason: So you want a match in which you get to beat his head in with a chair.

Va'aiga: Slam him onto a chair. Suplex him onto two unfolded chairs. Sit him in the corner, put a chair against his head and Yakuza Kick his IQ down by 20 points. Yeah that sort of thing.

Jason: So you want to potentially end the mans career. You have my blessing Va'aiga. Just make sure he doesnt want out.

Va'aiga: Oh he will want out. He'll want out 5 seconds after the bell rings to start the match. But he'll want IN because I'm fully prepared to put my World Heavyweight Title on the line. AND I'll defend it again at Point Of No Return

Jason: No title match, but I have no issue if JJ can't make it to Point of No Return. Do us all a favor and give the fans a good match for the payperview.

Va'aiga: You can give the fans whatever they want at Point Of No Return. Triple Threat. Six Way Dance. Hell I'll take on the whole roster from Aiden Miles to Zakk Bryce at Point Of No Return. But I want Biggs dead and I DON'T want him mysteriously absent.

Jason: Fine, you can have your World Title Match next week, but understand this. You lose, you won't get a rematch at Point of No Return. Can you live with that big man.

Va'aiga: I do not care. I do not intend to lose

Sandman smiles in self satisfaction as Va'aiga leaves the office through the broken splinters of door, smashing the chair into the wall outside with a resounding thud.

Va'aiga: BIGGS! I'M COMING FOR YA BIGGS!

---

Josh Cantrell vs. Washington
Credit: Andrew

Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen...The following contest is our main event of the evening with the PWA Primetime Title at stake! It's scheduled for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit, and will be officiated by Senior Official Sasha brown.

Introducing first...the challenger...he hails from Ripley, Ohio...And weighs in at 240lbs...he is The product of Hate....Josh Cantrell!!!

~ Slowly the arena lights dim and a bright red hue is cast upon the entrance ramp. “King Zero” by Drowning Pool begins to play and "The Product of Hate" Josh Cantrell steps into the red star shaped spotlight. He holds his arms out to the side and whips his head back throwing off the red hooded cloak he had been wearing. Dressed in black trunks with two red stars on the back and PoH written on the front as well as black boots with red kick pads he walks to the ring taking in the cheers from the crowd.~

Ferdinand: And his opponent, he is the current Primetime Champion...Making the first defense of his title...He hails from Jamestown North Dakota, and weighs 230lbs...He is The Patriot...Sam Washington!

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

Franks: What a main event this should be, Ray! Sam Washington looked extremely impressive in winning the Primetime Championship last week, but he's got a tough challenge ahead of him in Josh Cantrell, who has accomplished so much in his long and storied career!

Quadros: yeah...I'll admit that Cantrell's been a great competitor in the past, but Sam's the future of this sport, and he'll prove that point tonight, I think!

Franks: Guell we'll find out if you're right. Let's go down to the ring!

~ Sasha Brown conducts a quick search for foreign, and after determining that neither man is carrying anything that could be used as a weapon, turns to the time keeper and signals for the start of the match. *DING!* The new champion immediately strides out of the corner and, with a cocky smirk, proceeds to invite his rival to engage in a lock up. Cantrell seems eager to oblige and the two lunge into a collar and elbow. For a couple of moments, the two jockey for position, until Washington suddenly drops to one knee and executes a perfect Fireman's Carry Takedown to drop his challenger to the mat. Sam then drops onto his rival in side control position, and proceeds to grind his forearm into his foe's face while maneuvering into a lateral press for the first pin fall attempt of the match: One....T-Josh kicks out with authority, but Washington looks quite pleased with himself and with the way that exchange went as he rises to his feet and steps back to the center of the ring. ~

Sam: THAT'S what this sport is all about, Cantrell, and you're going to find that out sooner rather than later!

~ With the self-satisfied smirk still on his face, Washington motions for his challenger to try his luck again. Cantrell nods his head and lunges forward, only to have his foe duck under his grasp and shoot forward to grab one of his rival's legs. Washington then takes his rival down with a nice back heel trip and drops down into another lateral press, once again grinding his forearm into his rival's face as Sasha begins to toll the count: One...Tw-Another Kick Out by Josh, who tries to roll away from his opponent and back to his feet. But this time, Sam stays on top of him and applies a tight rear waistlock, using his wait to pancake Josh onto his stomach before rolling him over onto his back and arching back into a bridge for another pin fall attempt: One...Two....Once again, Josh rolls out of the pinning attempt and works his way back to his feet. However, Sam keeps the waistlock applied, and lifts Josh up before slamming him right back down onto his stomach with yet another amateur-style wrestling takedown! ~

Quadros: Beautiful display of mat wrestling by Washington! He's outclassed and outwrestled Cantrell in every possible way ever since this match began, and I think it's apparent that he can end this any time he wants!

~ Having taken his rival down yet again, Sam presses the advantage by floating up into the rear mount, and applies a half-nelson to Josh while using his other arm to grab his foe's hair and then rub his rival's face into the canvas! Cantrell tries to scramble toward the ropes to force a break of the hold, but Washington cuts him off by floating over to the front while applying a front chancery. Sam smirks a bit more as he watches his foe squirm in discomfort, before he floats up so that he can apply a Gutwrench to his opponent's torso. Once Sam locks in the hold, he stands up and powers Josh up off the mat and then drives him right back down onto his gut with a Karelin Lift Suplex! Rather than go for another pin fall attempt, Washington then stands up, and adds insult to injury by walking across his prone opponent's back! ~

* MASSIVE HEEL POP!*

~ Washington raises his arms in victory as he watches a nonplussed looking Cantrell rise to his feet, and tells him that he should probably quit right now, rather than suffer more humiliation. Naturally, the product of hate refuses that "generous offer", so Sam shrugs and then drops to his knees in front of his opponent, telling him that he'll start the next exchange from this position "because you need all the help you can get". As the crowd jeers the champion, Cantrell drops to one knee and places his hands across his rival's back as if to apply the rear waistlock from the classic freestyle wrestling position of advantage, only to stand up as soon as Washington begins to sit-out to escape. Before the Primetime Champion realizes what's happening, Cantrell rears back and lashes out with a wicked Shoot Kick that connects hard across the back of his spine! THWACK! ~

Quadros: What the...!? There was no need for Josh to do that!

Franks: Sure there was, Ray! Washinton gave him the opening and he took advantage of it. That's the type of behavior that you've commended in the past!

Quadros: Yeah...But not when someone that I like is hurt by it...

~ The North Dakota native cringes in pain from this strike, and isn't in any position to defend himself when the Product of Hate side steps and connects with wicked knife edged chop across the windpipe! WHOO! Sam collapses onto his back and clutches his throat, while Josh follows up by springing off the ropes then jumping up into a Kneedrop to the chest of his rival! The challenger then applies the lateral press, while returning the favor from earlier by grinding his forearm into his rival's face as Sasha tolls the count: One...Two...Kick Out! Cantrell's eyes take on a predatory glint as he watches his rival begin to climb to his feet, before lashing out with a brutal LHK (Left High Kick) that connects FLUSH to the cheek of his opponent and causes him to collapse onto his ear! Once again, Cantrell drops into a lateral press, but not before he makes a point of burying a series of knees into the ribs from side control until finally applying the cover: One...Two...T-Kick Out! ~

Franks: Well, Sam Washington may be an incredible wrestler, but there are very people in this sport who hit as hard as Cantrell, and he's used his striking prowess to get back into this match in a big, big way!

~ Cantrell keeps the pressure by applying a tight clinch as his foe rises off the mat. Jason nails some more knees to the gut that leave Sam bent over, and then takes him over into a Snap Suplex and uses the momentum of the move to roll back into lateral press position for another cover:One...Two...Th-Another kick out! Undaunted, the Product of Hate applies a front chancery to his rival to keep him grounded..And, of course, adds to his misery with yet another series of knee strikes! Washington realizes that he's in a bad position and tries to scramble free, but gives up his back in the process, allowing Cantrell to assume the rear mount and push him down before applying a One-Armed Camel Clutch. Using his free arm, the challenger drives a series of cross face forearms home, and wrenches back on the hold while his rival tries desperately to push himself closer to the ropes. The champion maneuvers close enough to reach out and grab the strands, but at that point, Cantrell just grins, pushes him down, and then walks across his opponent's back, much to the delight of the crowd! ~

*PAYBACK'S A BITCH FACE POP!*

~ Washington drags himself back to his feet, protesting to the ref about the manner in which he's been treated. Before Sasha can respond, Cantrell interjects and tells the champion to quit his god damned bitching, at which point he punctuates this request with a hard knife-edged chop to the chest! WHOO! "After all..." CHOP!...WHOO! "No one gives a damn 'bout what you have to say." CHOP! WHOO! Josh then grabs his rival's arm and tries to whip him into the ropes...Reversed! Cantrell rebounds into the strands and hurtles toward his rival, who proceeds to gather him up and drive him down with a Snap Scoop Powerslam. Sam winds up in lateral press position, and Sasha drops down after a second to toll the count: 1...2...T-Kick Out! Sam and Josh are both slow to rise, but the champion makes it up first and takes advantage by bounding off the ropes and racing forward into a Spear that catches his foe just as he turns around. Washington uses the momentum of this move to flip directly into a Bridge, and holds it for yet another pinning attempt: 1...2....Th-Kick Out! ~

Ferdinand: Ten minutes have elapsed in the match. There are ten minutes remaining in this contest!

~ Washington sense that the momentum of the match is swinging his way and doesn't waste time complaining about the speed of the count. Instead, he simply pulls his rival off the mat by the hair and then connects with a European Uppercut that sends the challenger reeling back into the nearest corner. Washington follows up with a Running Clothesline that causes his rival's head to snap back on his shoulders, and then grabs him as he stumbles forward and sends him flying out of the corner with an Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Cantrell lies on the mat with his back arched in pain, and Washington quickly follows up by dropping on top of him and applying the cover: One...Two...Thr-Kick Out! Sam grits his teeth, but keeps his emotions in check as he pulls his rival off the mat and cinches in a front Facelock. Washington then takes his rival up and over into a Vertical Suplex, and then rolls him back to his feet so that he can execute a second Suplex. Once again, Washington pulls his opponent off the mat, and lifts him upside down. But this time, he holds him in that position for a few moments and lets all the blood rush down to his foe's head before finally dropping down into a Delayed Vertcial Suplex! Sam rises to his feet and breaks out into wide, nasty grin as he stares down at his stricken opponent, before staring out into the throng in attendance and shouting out a message to them at the top of his lungs...~

Sam: THAT'S IT!

~ Having expressed his desire to end the match, Sam then grabs his opponent's legs and laces them into a deathlock, and then rolls him onto his stomach and arches back into a Bridge in order to complete the execution of his dreaded Muta Lock! Cantrell's eyes bulge out in pain, and he cries out as his opponent cranks up the pressure on the submission! Sasha asks him if he wants to quit...NO! Washington grits his teeth as he stands up and arches back into a Bridge again. "Ask him!" "Wanna keep going, Josh?" "YES!" Josh begins to claw his way toward the ropes in order to force a break of the hold, and gradually inches closer and closer...Wait! Washington rolls over onto his stomach, Inverting the hold and leaving his opponent suspended in mid-air! The crowd begins to clap in unison in an effort to provide encouragement to the challenger, and their support seems to provide Cantrell with the energy needed to claw forward just far enough to reach out and grab the rope with his fingers! ~

~ Washington lets out an audible groan of frustration as he releases the submission at four, and vents his anger by stomping repeatedly upon the prone form of his opponent. The champion then pulls his rival off the mat by the hair and proceeds to blast him with a series of forearm shivers to the jaw that drive him back into the ropes. Forcing the issue, Sam then whips his rival into the ropes and then leaps up into a high Knee Smash that catching his rival in the face, causing to hit the canvas as if shot! Sam then drops down and applies another cover, this time making a point of hooking the leg: One....Two....THREENO! Kick out at 2.999!!! Sam slams the mat in fury and as he pulls him up and traps his arms, and holds him in that position for a moment while screaming at him at the top of his lungs. "Now you're gonna see how a REAL American, and a REAL champion finishes his matches, and there's NOTHING you can do to stop it!" ~

*CRACK!*

Crowd: OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Franks: DEAR GOD!

~ The reason for this reaction was because Josh didn't respond verbally to Sam's boasts, but simply reared back and headbutted him directly in the nose, sending blood SPRAYING across the ring! Sam staggers backward, clutching his nose, and Cantrell follows up the Head Case by leaping into the air and catching his rival in his now bloody face with a beautiful Standing Dropkick! Both men remain down on the mat for a moment, until Cantrell rises to his feet and lets out a war cry as he pulls his rival off the mat and sends him flying upside down into the turnbuckles of the nearest corner with a brutal Exploder Suplex! KINDRED! Washington slumps to the mat, and Cantrell covers, making sure to hook the outside leg to prevent his rival from draping it across the ropes: One......Two.....THREEEENOOO! Washington gets a shoulder up at the last possible split-second! ~

Ferdinand: Fifteen minutes have eleapsed in this contest! There are five minutes remaining!

~ Cantrell takes a deep breath as he pulls his rival back to his feet and doubles him over with a kick to the gut. He then sinks in a double underhook and hoists his rival up across his shoulder and holds him in that position before running forward and sitting out to finish the execution of his Colt 45 variation! BORN BROKEN! The Product of Hate applies another lateral press, once again, making certain to hook the leg: One....Two....THREEEENO! The champion gets his shoulder up AGAIN! Can You Believe it!? It doesn't seem as though the challenger can, because he spends a moment shaking his head before he manages to pull himself together. One that happens, though, he lets out another battle cry as he pulls his battered and bloody rival off the mat and hoists him onto his shoulders into a Fireman's Carry!

Franks: DRIVEN BY HATE!

Quadros: NO! WHAT A COUNTER!

~ Indeed, Washington somehow finds the energy needed to slide down behind his rival's back, grab him around the waist, and then lift him up into a German Suplex. Keeping the waistlock applied, Washington rolls his foe back to his feet and then nails a second German Suplex. Once again, her pulls his rival off the mat, but this time he applies a Full Nelson, and takes his rival over into a Bridging Dragon Suplex for a pin-fall attempt: One......Two......THREENO! Cantrell twists out at the last moment! Both competitors look just about spent as they drag themselves back to their feet, but Josh still looks to be the fresher of the two as he rises first and tries to take advantage by connecting with a Spinning Backfist! Ducked! WHOA! COUNTERED! Washington immediately responds by grabbing his rival around the waist and taking him over into the Bridging Northern Lights Suplex that he uses as a finisher! ~

Quadros: THAT'S IT! WASHINGTON RETAINS!

~ Indeed, crowd volume appears to deflate as Sasha drops down to toll the final count....~

ONE!

TWO!

THREEE!!!

WAIT!!!

IT WASN'T THREE!!! CANTRELL GOT A SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST MOMENT!

~ As the crowd goes BALLISTIC, Washington jumps to his feet and glares at the official, berating her about the speed of the count and telling her that people like her are the reason why America finds itself in its current state! Sasha looks ready to give Sam a knuckle sandwich, but limits her reaction to mouthing the word "Two" while holding up both middle fingers to illustrate her point! Washington growls in anger, and then turns his attention back to Cantrell, who is rising off the mat, and then charges forward with the intention of decapitating him with a Running Clothesline off the ropes! WAIT! Cantrell drops down at the last moment and lifts his rival up into a Fireman's Carry, before spinning him around and spiking him down with a thunderous Uranage! DRIVEN BY HATE! OH MY GOD! CANTRELL JUST NAILED HIS FINISHER! ~

~ As the crowd rises to its feet and cheers as loud as it can, Cantrell uses the last of his energy to crawl over and drape an arm across his rival's chest! ~

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEE!!!!!

WE HAVE A NEW-

WAIT!

NO!

SAM GOT A SHOULDER UP! SAM'S STILL ALIVE!!!!

*INSANELY CLOSE NEAR FALL POP!*

~ Cantrell rolls onto his back, and stares up at the rafter, then sits up and mouths the words "You have to be shitting me" to the official. Sasha shrugs and holds up two fingers, causing Jsoh to sigh and nod his head as he drags himself back to his feet. He then turns his attention back to his rival and begins to drag him to his feet...Only to have Sam surprise him with a quick double leg takedown, followed by a Jack knife Pin: ONE! TWO! THREEEENOOO! Cantrell Kicks Out at the last moment! Washington waits for his rival to rise, and then takes him down into a tight Small Package for another pinning attempt: ONE! TWO! WAIT! Cantrell somehow manages to shift his weight, so that SAM'S shoulders are pinned to the mat: ONE! TWO! THRE-NO! Another Kick Out! ~

Ferdinand: There is ONE minute left in this contest!

~ The two scramble off the mat and stare to exchange blows...Washington with a forearm shiver! Cantrell with a forearm shiver of his own! Sam with another forearm! Cantrell returns fire! Washington with an even harder forearm that causes cantrell to back up! Sam then spins into a Rolling Elbow! Ducked! Josh with a Spinning Back Fist that sends his rival stumbling back into the ropes! Josh then grabs Sam's arm and whips him into the other set of ropes, only to have Washington come flying off with a Shoulder Block that knocks him for a loop. Climbing to his feet, the champion waits for his rival to rise, and then tries to finish matters off with a Thesz Press! NO! Cantrell catches him in mid-air and drives him down with a Spinebuster! In one fluid motion, Cantrell grabs his foe by the legs and turns him over into his dreaded version of the Liontamer!!!! ~

Franks: VIOLENT BY DESIGN!!!! AND HE'S GOT IT LOCKED IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!!!

Quadros: COME ON SAM! HANG ON! THERE'S NOT MUCH TIME LIEFT!

~ Josh has Sam bent like a pretzel, and Sam is in tears of pain as the challenger cranks on the hold for all that he's worth. Sam lets out a blood curdling cry as Cantrell cranks up even more pressure on the hold, and lifts his hand up with the apparent intention of tapping out...but keeps it held in that position for second...and then another...and another....

Crowd: Five....

Four.....

(Josh bends Sam back even more, causing him to feel even MORE pain...)

Three.....

Franks: HE'S GONNA TAP!!!

~ Indeed, Sam starts to bring the hand down...only to stop just before it hits the mat! ~

Crowd: Two...

One....

*DING! DING! DING! *

Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen...The twenty minute time limit has expired.....No pinfall or submission has occurred...Therefore this match is a DRAW...And Sam Washington retains his title!

~ Cantrell hisses a curse as he releases his grip on the hold, and shakes his head as he watches Sasha check on the condition of Sam as the latter lies on the mat with his bloody face twisted into a mask of pain. Sasha grabs the belt and prepares to hand it to sam, only to have Cantrell snatch it away from her and stare it for a moment before he leveling a hard gaze at his opponent. ~

Josh: Next time...And there WILL be a next time...You'll be handing this belt to me.

~ With that, Josh tosses the belt to Sam, who cradles it to his chest and gasps "Still the Champ...Still the Champ..." as he lies in the center of the ring. Cantrell then ducks through the ropes and exits the ring, while the crowd rises to their feet once more to give a prolonged ovation to the two men for the match they've just produced! ~

Franks: What a match! What an absolute war! Washington and Cantrell gave it all that they had, and even though Cantrell came VERY close...

Quadros: Which only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades...

Franks: *Ahem* even though the challenger came very close to victory, Sam emerges with a hard fought draw and retains his Premiere Title match in what I'm sure everyone will agree is one of the better matches that we've seen take place on Violation.

Quadros: Yeah...I'll agree with that. It was a hell of a match, that's for sure...And I have a feeling we'll be seeing these two go at it inside the ring again in the future.

Franks: That's all for this week, folks! Tune in next week for the 100th episode of Violation, which will feature some of the greatest matches ever seen on this show, plus some live action that you most certainly won't want to miss!

Quadros: Yeah...It'll a night to remember. It can't wait!

Franks: See you there!

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