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VIOLATION 123
Sunday, May 8, 2011
John Q. Hammons Arena in Springfield, Arkansas

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PREVIEW
Written by: Neil

The Premiere Wrestling Alliance attempts to bring it again with another title match main event at Violation 123! Heading towards the John Q. Hammons Arena in Springfield, Arkansas, the PWA continues it's Mississippi River Tour.

This night, technical wrestling will be on display to open the festivities as Chris 'Technical Perfection' Card faces off with the athletic Chris Wilkins. Card may find himself with management clearly against him after his manager, Natasha, last week whipped Head Referee Sasha Brown in the middle of the ring for questionable calls against Card the past few months. The question remains though, will Chris Card be able to get an unbiased referee from now on or will he have the referee locker room trembling in fear?

Chris Wilkins is coming off a recent loss in the Premiere Title Tournament and looks to rebound by winning here. He seemingly has Co-CEO Wren Chesney and Co-CEO Donail Swiggette backing him up in his return. With Card's manager attacking referees, can one assume Chris Wilkins will have the upper hand with management's blessing? This will set the tone for Violation 123.

Next up, PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion Nighthawk renews his rivalry with 'the Golden Eagle' Jack Gaither in a non-title showdown. Gaither is coming off a loss last week in the Premiere Title Tournament but Gaither and his fans are known not to get discouraged. He is still poised to take his PWA career to the next level and challenge for the World Title, a shot that Nighthawk currently has waiting for him next week. This could be Gaither's opportunity to prove he does indeed deserve a shot by defeating a top contender and title holder! Nighthawk is coming off a hot LH Title defense last week but will his efforts carry over into V123? We'll see this Sunday night.

Since the show was half taken away from him by Donail Swiggette, Commissioner Butcher has been aiming to get the whole show back by any means necessary. This includes booking Donail's brother, the Head of Security Donnie Swiggette into a match-up with the current PWA World Heavyweight Champion Terminus. How the Swiggettes will control and contain this situation is unknown. Terminus, not being one of the Commissioner's biggest fans, may not like doing the Commissioner's dirty work. Whatever the case may be, this is non-title and Terminus has never been one to shy away from punishing his opponents. Nighthawk and Jason Sandman may be watching this one eagerly backstage and scouting their future opponent in the upcoming World Title match at Violation 124!

And finally, in the main event, the long awaited defense of the PWA World Tag Team Championship is upon us as the re-united Captain Howdy & Jason Sandman defend against the odd pairing of Zex and Omar Owens. Why is it odd you ask? Because Zex and O2 have been embroiled in the hottest feud in 2011 to date! Not to mention, O2 just defeated Zex last week in a Ladder Match for the vacant Primetime Championship. And whose idea was this? Why management of course after Zex showed supreme confidence by issuing the challenge for the belts despite not having a tag team partner. Now he is stuck with Omar Owens whether either of them like it or not!

As for Captain Howdy and Jason Sandman, it is unclear how frosty their alliance is after Sandman basically walked out on him and the PWA in order to retire over 2 months ago. Now Sandman is back after securing a World Title shot but the remnants of his walk-out remain. Can these two get back on the same page and bring the gold back home again to Mutually Assured Destruction or will their long standing friendship self-destruct due to potential mistrust?

Don't miss out on the action this Sunday night at Violation 123 on the PTN Network!

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NOT TRYING TONIGHT
Written by: Danny

"What I Want" by Daughtry begins to play in the arena. As the chorus starts , a blast of fireworks come out from the entrance ramp and smoke starts to fill the arena. It begins to clear and standing on the stage is Chris Wilkins with Jessi Colter at his side. They walk down to the ring, hand-in-hand, and climb up to the ring apron. Chris holds the ropes open for Jessi before climbing into the ring. He asks for a mircophone and recieves one.

Wilkins: So, here we are in beautiful downtown Springfield, Arkansas. You know, when PWA called and told me we were coming here, I had to find it on a map.

The fans boo at this.

Wilkins: It's true! Whoever booked this joint must have been looking for book me and get a free hooker deal! Of course, after seeing the girls here...that poor fool must be desperate.

This draws more boos.

Wilkins: None the less, I did have to come here and perform for all of you. But...on my way here...I decided something. Why should a potential five-star match up such as myself vs. Chris Card be given away on free TV to a bunch of no-good backwards hicks? Am I right?

Still more boos.

Wilkins: When I made my return to the PWA, I took a look at the roster and the only person that I really wanted to face was Chris Card. But, not like this. Not for free. And not after facing Hungry Jack and suffering a broken rib! But...despite all that...I am here and I will be in the ring later tonight against Card.

I'm not going to try, however, to beat him. Why should I? I have nothing to prove against Card. We're both great technical wrestlers. So, like he said, why should we give the oh so wonderful fans here in Arkansas this great match for free? So, yeah, I'm going to be holding back. Chris Card, I can't wait to face you in the ring...with the proper build up and at the right place. Neither of which this match has. I hope you don't mind, but I'm gonna be half assing it tonight.

The crowd hasn't stopped booing at all.

Wilkins: One last thing...Card, you were wrong. I'm not after the Light Heavyweight title. I'm after MUCH bigger things.

With that, Chris's music hits again and him and Jessi walk to the back.

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REGULAR RULES
Chris Card vs. Chris Wilkins
Written by: Sam

IT'S AN OMEN!

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

Ferdinand: To might right, weighing in at 100Kg and hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada; We have “Technical Perfection!” Chris Card!

The fans boo loudly as Card smirks with an arrogant expression.

"What I Want” by Daughtry begins to play in the arena. As the chorus starts , a blast of fireworks come out from the entrance ramp and smoke starts to fill the arena. It begins to clear and standing on the stage is Chris Wilkins with Jessi Colter at his side. They walk down to the ring, hand-in-hand, and climb up to the ring apron. Chris holds the ropes open for Jessi before climbing into the ring. He jumps up on the nearest turnbuckle and raises his hands in the air while Jessi claps for him.

Ferdiand: And his opponent weighing tonight at 175 lbs and hailing from Ogden Utah...CHRIS WILKINS!

Wilkins raises his arms in the air and looks to Jessi who stands outside, the two Chris’ stare each other down for a moment as the referee reaffirms the rules of the match to each man.

Franks: These two men are technically sound, technically well aware and technically well versed in all styles wrestling.

Quadros: and you’re technically and idiot!

Card and Wilkins circle each other both feeling each other out with the tips of their fingers; both trying to guess the first move and both wanting to get a quick advantage here in this bout.

Franks: Do you want to know the two reasons I am looking forward to this match?

Quadros: Because these two guys give you a stiffy downstairs and you love it?

Franks: NO! Because both Wilkins and Card are technically gifted and I hate these two guys and want to see them beat the hell out of each other.

Card looks to Mr Murphy and Natasha and gives them both a wink as if to say “we got this covered;” When Wilkins darts in and gets Card in a tight headlock, Wilkins wrenches on the neck, Card pushes out of it sending Wilkins to the ropes, Wilkins flies back with a shoulder block taking Card down, Wilkins runs to the ropes as Card gets back to his feet, Card ducks a clothesline attempt and as Wilkins hits the ropes and fires back Chris Card hits a massive dropkick knocking Wilkins down to the mat.

Franks: What an exchange there, these two guys are masters of the technical game.

Quadros: You already said something like that in your introduction!

Card kips up and shouts out to the crowd “Come on!” before reaching down and taking a scalp full of Wilkins hair, he lifts the PWA Founder up but to no prevail, Wilkins hits a few right hand blows to Card’s gut and then takes his wrist and spins him into a standing Arm-Bar.

Franks: Technically sound move by Wilkins.

Quadros: There you go again; don’t you have anything else to say?

Frank: Not anything nice.

Card reaches down taking Wilkins ankle, as Wilkins wrenches back the Arm-Bar Chris Card uses an ankle-pick-esque manoeuvre and falls back with his weight taking Wilkins down, Card then rolls out backwards getting Chris Wilkins in a loose Dragon Sleeper. “This is Wrestling” chants fill the arena giving Card an ego boost; but has he grins away like the Cheshire cat Wilkins reaches up taking hold of Card’s head and pulling him forward just enough for Wilkins to swing his leg and knee Chris Card in the forehead, not once but twice.

Franks: Awesome technical exchange there.

Quadros: I swear if you say technical one more time I’m going to slap you.

Card reels back in pain giving Wilkins enough time to get to his feet, Card is up also but doesn’t have enough time to block a huge diving forearm shot by Chris Wilkins. Card goes down but is up quickly, Wilkins runs in BAM! A clothesline, Card is up once again and Wilkins goes for another Clothesline, Card ducks spins around Wilkins back and flattens him to the mat with a folding back-drop!

Quadros: Now that’s what I call Technical Perfection!

Franks: Oh so it’s ok for you to say it?

Quadros: Yes, yes it is because unlike you I don’t over do it.

Card rolls over much like he did when applying the Dragon Sleeper, but this time he goes for a quick cover.

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KICKOUT!

Franks: Close call; what a technical exchange.

SLAP!!!

Franks: What the hell was that for!?

Quadros: I told you I would slap you if you said the word technical one more time.

Wilkins kicks out and card notices he was very near the ropes and most certainly should have used them for leverage, he slams his hand down on the mat angry at himself for missing the opportunity and then takes Wilkins by the head and pulls him up once again; Card locks his head in DDT position and goes for the wrench; Wilkins blocks with a hard stance and reverses the hold into a tight Fisherman-Suplex and holds it in position for the pin.

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KICKOUT!

Quadros: These two are heating this up; what an opening match.

Wilkins continues to hold the neck and back rolls over pulling card into kneeling position and locking in a front sleeper; Wilkins pulls back on the hold as hard as he can; as if he is trying to pop Chris Card’s head clean off.

Franks: Wilkins is trying to choke Chris Card out.

Quadros: State the obvious why don’t you.

Somehow by hook or crook Chris Card reaches his arms around Wilkins waist; he then elevates from his knees to a crouched position and uses all his strength to power Wilkins up and over with an exploding belly to belly suplex! Wilkins bounces neck first off the mat to the floor. Card lays motionless as the colour to his face returns and then quickly darts on top of Wilkins with a sharp cover.

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FOOT ON THE ROPES!

Jessi runs around the ring grabbing Wilkins foot and throwing it on the bottom rope thus saving him from looking at the lights in dismay; Card hits his hands on the mat with frustration once again; “those damn ropes” he thinks.

Franks: What!? Must be guys named Chris who love cheating I see.

Quadros: Is your wife named Chris!?

Franks: NO! And I’m glad of that too.

Quadros: well I’m glad that for once you didn’t mention “Technical Wrestling.”

Card once again lifts the now limp Wilkins to his feet and gets ready to hit the C3; But somehow Wilkins works his way out of it and hits card with a quick Superkick to the chin, Card falls back as Wilkins falls to his knees with barely enough in him to move.

Franks: What a superkick! He almost took Card’s head clean off with that.

At this point in time Natasha jumps up on the ring apron; it seems she has sensed Chris Card may be in danger; the ref heads over to Natasha and argues with her telling her to get off the apron; at the very same time Mr Murphy climbs the opposing apron; Wilkins is quick to spot this and rushes at Mr Murphy clobbering the colossus with a huge rising elbow straight to his overly pronounced jaw! Murphy falls off the ropes and to the outside when Chris Card rushes in behind Wilkins with a huge German-Suplex! Wilkins hit’s the mat hard and Chris Card rolls out and over him.

The referee turns around and beings the count as Chris Card pulls on Wilkins tights as he struggles to get out of this very unique roll up pin.

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Freddy Ferdinand: Here is your winner CHRIS CARD!

Franks: WHAT!? THE CHEATING BASTARD!!!! I CAN’T...I CAN’T UNDERSTAND HOW THIS AWLAYS HAPPENS!

Card Taps himself on the head as if to say “I got the brains” when he is suddenly interrupted by Senior Referee Sasha Brown; who struts down to the ring shaking her head din disappointment!

Franks: THANK GOD FOR SASHA BROWN! SHE WON’T STAND FOR THIS NONSENSE. REVERSE THE MATCH SASHA!

Card looks gobsmacked and mighty pissed off as Sasha Brown heads to the ring; Natasha scowls at her with evil intent as Brown gets inside the ring; the fans begin to cheer “Cheating Bastard” over and over when Sasha Brown looks at Card and then at Natasha before reluctantly taking Chris Card and raises his arm in the air.

Franks: NO! WHAT THE HELL!? NO SASHA! YOU STAND FOR TRUTH AND BY THE RULES WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? NO! NO! NO!

Quadros: Ha, ha, ha! Would you listen to yourself? You’re crying like a little bitch.

The fans boo heavily throwing litter and chanting “Cheating Bastard” over and over; some children in the front row have even started to cry as Card celebrates his victory; both over Chris Wilkins and over Sasha Brown.

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SHADES OF GRAY
Written by: Sam

The camera’s catch up backstage with the chocolate skinned beauty Marinda Buck who is standing outside the VIP locker room here in the John Q. Hammons Arena; Buck clutches her microphone and flashes her trademark smile before knocking on the door.

She smiles nervously and waits a few seconds before the door is opened by a huge hulking man in a dark black suit; he takes off his glasses and smiles at the young and feisty reporter...The man is none other than Zex’s bodyguard Brutus Pryde; Pryde moves out of the way and allows Buck inside the room; where you see Zex standing in front of a bare black painted canvas with his hands covered in black paint; to the left of him is a huge round oak table adorned with Zex’s metal briefcase and vials of blood; on the sofa sharing a bottle of champagne you see Wren Chesney and Leon Murphy and through the glass panels overlooking the stadium you can see the Swiggette clan obviously going over tactics for tonight.

Mrs Buck: Zex may I have a few words about your match tonight?

Leon and Wren laugh which disgruntles Marinda a little as Pryde looks her up and down in a way that makes her feel more than uncomfortable; Zex stops, he turns away from his blacked out canvas and smiles at Marinda.

Zex: Words? What are words? They are just mediocre forms of expression; art is the way forward, within art you can say more than just mere words, you want words on my match? Then here they are written poetically between the canvas and the acrylic.

He points to his pure black canvas.

Zex: So “tell” me Marinda; what do you see within my painting?

Marinda: I see black painted on canvas.

Zex: Is that all you see? Come a little closer; allow yourself to experience the beauty and grace of my work.

Marinda walks further into the room; to the disgust of Wren Chesney who turns her nose up at the mere sight of the younger more attractive backstage reporter.

Zex: Do you see it? Do you see my message!?

Marinda: No...I don’t...What does it mean?

Zex: Do I really have to spell it out to you?

Wren Chesney giggles to herself when Marinda becomes unstuck and lost for words; Buck tries to shrug the snub off and answers Zex in a modest and playful manner.

Marinda: I guess so; I never got to see much art growing up.

“It shows” Wren hisses from her seated position; Leon laughs and tops up her glass as Zex continues.

Zex: This isn’t just black paint on a canvas; this is a story of struggle and ideals; you see the black represents darkness, the darkness that resides within all of us. What some may call duality? But this piece of art begs the question; is good really good, is evil really evil?

Marinda: I see?

Zex: But do you see? Do you really understand?

Marinida: I guess so...Is good really good and is Evil really evil right?

Zex: Right! And that is the answer to all your questions.

Marinda: Yeah...But if I could just get your thoughts on teaming with Omar after losing to him last week, that would be great.

Zex: My thoughts, my thoughts? They are right here on this canvas, these are my thoughts, this is my answer to being SCREWED out of the Primetime championship last week, these are my thoughts on teaming with Omar against Howdy and Sandman, and these are my thoughts on the comments made “Via satellite” by Cross Recoba.

Marinda: Do you care to elaborate?

Zex: Elaborate? I have already poured out more than you will ever conceive in this unique work of art, what you call black paint on a canvas I call three hours worth of work, this isn’t just black paint this is a mix of over 100 shades of gray working their way up to black; but to an un-artistic faux-intellectual like yourself you didn’t even notice the subtle change in colour nor the fact that I painted them with a wave effect; thus sucking you in to its vibrant reality.

Marinda: And...This has “what” to do with wrestling?

Zex: EVERYTHING!

Suddenly Brutus Pryde takes hold of Marinda and lifts her off the ground, the camera crew try to reason with the big man as Leon and Wren watch on from their front row seats, Zex takes hold of his syringe and plunges it into the neck of Marinda Buck who screams as Zex draws blood from her; once he fills the syringe he smiles and turns back to his painting; Pryde on the other hand tosses the young beauty out of the VIP room and to the hallway before slamming the door behind her.

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THE HAPPY NUTCRACKER
Written by: John

*As Jack Gaither warms up before his match, he sees that his friend, author John Gillmen, is deeply entrenched in his book for Musical Theatre, "BROADWAY: An American Musical." The Morgantown native, after drinking from his bottle of Dasani water, can only chuckle to himself while watching his trainee study for a big final exam.*

JACK GAITHER: J.J., you still studying?

JOHN GILLMEN: Yeah. I've got a big final exam tomorrow at 11:00 AM as well as finals on both Tuesday and Wednesday.

JACK: Oh shit! I forgot you had finals this week!

*An "oh shit" from Jack usually prompts the arrival of wife Hiroko, and lo and behold, she bursts into the locker room wearing a ladies' Western-style business suit.*

HIROKO GAITHER: What happen?

JACK: I completely forgot that J.J. had final exams this week--including one at 11:00 tomorrow morning.

HIROKO: Ohhh...no worry! I make arrangement for me and J.J.-san to take last flight out of Little Rock.

*The author, still firmly focused on reading his book, sighs with a measure of relief that Hiroko's awareness for managing time might have saved his bacon and prevented disaster. Jack, however, wonders if the Chiba City native is planning to fly to Japan with him.*

JACK: Well Hiroko...aren't you flying out to Japan with me tomorrow?

HIROKO: Iie...nope.

JACK: Wha?!

HIROKO: Father say...I cannot go to Japan to visit you until time is right. Beside, father and I will take care of house for summer; you go visit Uematsu-san and take in "spirit walk." You'll learn something, I promise.

JACK: Awwww...man! I'll grab some hot dogs at the concession stand for us then.

JOHN: Hot dogs? That sounds peachy!

*Disappointed that his own wife won't be going to Japan with him, Jack simply shrugs his shoulders and heads to the concession area to grab some grub. Meanwhile, Hiroko becomes rather curious as to what kind of exam John will be facing the next day.*

HIROKO: So...what your exam about?

JOHN: Oh, it's about the history of theatre on Broadway from the 1900s to today.

HIROKO: And...you take exam?

JOHN: Yeah. It's your standard matching, fill-in-the-blank, etc. However, we also are gonna have a "Name That Tune" part that I think will be rather evil.

HIROKO: "Name That Tune?" I do not understand...

JOHN: Oh...Alison's gonna play a clip from a Broadway tune, and we have to name the song or the play it's from.

HIROKO: That look...very hard!

[BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ-BUUUUUUUUZZ!!!!]

*The locker room's digital clock buzzes, signaling to Jack that it's time to make his entrance, but "The Golden Eagle" happens to be out at the hot dog stand. Hiroko develops an "I'm gonna lecture my hubby about time management" expression on her face as the Morgantown native finally makes it back to the locker room with several covered "to-go" boxes filled with hot dogs and French fries.*

JACK: Hey, hey! I brought...

*Jack eyes Hiroko's expression for whenever she wants to lecture somebody and sheepishly finishes his sentence.*

JACK (sheepishly): ...the stuff.

*Hiroko slowly gets up, grabs the "to-go" boxes from her husband, and places them in a large, empty, green ice chest. She then whispers something into John Gillmen's hear, much to Jack's annoyance.*

HIROKO (whispering): Jakku...always late for everything! Maybe "spirit walk" will make him understand time management.

JOHN (whispering back to Hiroko): I know it will.

*Jack doesn't pay attention to the silent conversation between Hiroko and John, but the Chiba City native slowly sneaks up from behind "The Golden Eagle" and places her right hand directly on his hair!*

HIROKO: Jakku...you late for entrance again. Now...I must teach you lesson.

JACK: Oh no! No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-noooooo...not the hair! Dear God...NOT THE HAIRRRRR...

*Unfortunately for Jack, Hiroko YANKS on his hair with all of her might!*

JACK: YEEEEEE-OYYYYYY-OWWWWWW!!!!!!! MY HAIRRRRRR!!!

HIROKO: Jakku...if you no learn time management during spirit walk, I will put you in Happy Happy Nut Cracker...FOREVER!

*Hiroko lets go of Jack's hair, and John simply chuckles with amusement as he watches the Morgantown native try to straighten his hair. Jack and company exit the locker room and head to the staging area in order to make their entrance.*

JACK: I don't wanna experience the Happy Happy Nut Cracker again...

JOHN: What's the "Happy Happy Nut Cracker?"

JACK: It's a torture device that Hiroko invented! She uses it whenever wants to...gain a sense of arousal. Trust me J.J., you DON'T wanna experience it like I have--twice.

JOHN: Owww...all I have to say is...EFF!

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NON-TITLE
Jack Gaither vs. Nighthawk ©
Written by: Okori

An expectant hush falls over the crowd as the lights dim, and Freddy Ferdinand steps to the center of the ring as the classic microphone descends from the rafters. Grabbing it with a flourish as the sold-out crowd buzzes in anticipation he steps forward and intones in a deep baritone voice, “This next contest is a special attraction match and is scheduled for 1 fall with a 1-hour time limit. The referee assigned is Mickey Vann.”

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

Franks: Tonight, Nighthawk and Jack Gaither re-new their rivalry that took place over late 2011! We had some really good matches between them last year and I expect the same here tonight.

Quadros: Jack Gaither hasn't been too hot lately, Carl, but Nighthawk has been on a good streak. In fact, the only thing that's gone right for Gaither lately is his training with John Gillmen.

Franks: Yeah and after Gillmen defeated Wren Chesney, she hasn't been the same since.

Quadros: Lies, Carl. Lies. I hope Gillmen fails his finals and ends up in a repetitive college cycle after that!

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

Franks: Nighthawk has been hot lately including being victorious in a Light Heavyweight Title defense last week against...bah I forget who it was, doesn't matter.

Quadros: No it doesn't. Though I did like her style.

Franks: Whatever tonight's outcome may be, Nighthawk will still have the LH Title belt in his possession and will be involved with a World Title match next week!

Quadros: I'm not sure how that works, Carl, but okay.

Freddy Ferdinand: “Introducing first, in the corner to my left and accompanied by Hiroko Sawada and John J. Gillmen, he comes to us tonight from Corpus Christi, Texas. A former PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion he weighed at 181 pounds and is wearing the emerald-green trimmed with white and gold. Ladies and gentlemen… ‘The Golden Eagle’ Jack Gaither!”

(As Jack Gaither removes his robe and hands it over to Hiroko and John the crowd bombs the ring with green, yellow, white, and gold streamers and chants “Let’s Go Jack” to which the “Golden Eagle” responds by climbing first to the top turnbuckle and then all the way to the ringpost stanchion, exhorting the crowd to make more noise which they do until the arena literally begins to start shaking. Backflipping backwards into his own corner the Texan bounces back and forth on the balls of his feet, eagerly anticipating the start of the match.)

Franks: This crowd is loud here tonight for Jack Gaither!

Freddy Ferdinand: “And now, in the corner to my right, I introduce the reigning & defending PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion who comes to us tonight from the fighting city of Chicago, Illinois. He is a former multi-time PWA World Light Heavyweight Champion and a PWA World Heavyweight Champion. Ladies and gentlemen, weighing in tonight at 185 pounds, ‘The Master of 1000 Holds’…. ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk!”
(As Nighthawk steps out of his corner, removing his ring robe and handing it to a member of the staff, the crowd shows the World Light Heavyweight Champion some tremendous respect by bombing the ring with blue, white, and red streamers while chanting “Best in the World” to which the legendarily stoic “Wrestling Machine” shows no outward reaction as he continues to stare a hole through Jack Gaither on the other side of the ring.)

Franks: Nighthawk has plenty of fans in the building as well. This should be entertaining.

Quadros: The only thing that will make this entertaining is both Nighthawk and Gaither beating the piss out of each other.

(As Nighthawk and Jack Gaither step into the middle of the ring, listening to the final instructions of referee Mickey Vann, the crowd slowly begins to quiet down out of respect for the 2 men as they shake hands with each other before returning to their respective corners to go through their final preparations and to refine their strategies one last time. Finally pulling themselves up to their feet in perfect sync with the sound of the bell ringing they both circle around the perimeter of the ring until they find themselves in the center, shaking hands one more time as both of them appear to be having the same idea more or less. Circling back around the ring against each other, neither man showing too much of an interest in working too fast here, Jack Gaither finally shows the first hint of aggressiveness by raising his left hand above his head in a knucklelock challenge. Taking that challenge almost immediately Nighthawk looks to power his opponent to the mat, only to be countered with a Mexican catapult right through into an attempt at a wraparound armdrag which the “Wrestling Machine” is able to block, and tries to reverse backwards into a backslide which the “Golden Eagle” is able to counter into an absolute stalemate as both men stare at each other as the crowd buzzes in awe over what they have just seen. Circling around the ring again, both men now more convinced than they were before of the others skill level and determination, Nighthawk now begins to try to drive the match to the mat with whatever he can think of. Raising his own hand above his head, a knucklelock challenge quite clearly something that he himself has a desire to try, the World Light Heavyweight Champion is again locked what is commonly referred to as a test of strength. Continuing to bull against each other, neither man showing all that much interest in ceding this early battleground to the other, Nighthawk and Jack Gaither continue to jockey for position against the other until they finally push themselves against the ropes and the referee steps in between the both of them to break this up, which happens rather quickly.)

Franks: Same as we've seen over the past couple years, Ray. Jack Gaither and Nighthawk seem to be evenly matched.

Quadros: Except for the fact Gaither has yet to be a PWA World Heavyweight Champion though I'm not sure we should count Nighthawk's since it was so short.

Franks: Behave, Ray.

(stepping back into the center of the ring again, both men now having dispensed with their desire to try and bait each other into making a mistake, Nighthawk now goes to the collar-and-elbow tie-up and attempts to get a standing half-nelson, only for Jack Gaither to counter out into a side headlock which he puts extra torque on by dragging the bone of his forearm repeatedly against the side of the face of the World Light Heavyweight Champion. shaking his fingers out to try and gauge just how far he is from the nearest ropes the Chicago native stays in the headlock for a split second, carefully going through his catalog of counters until he can find the best one for the current situation that he finds himself in. shaking his fingers again, this time to inform the referee that he is in no way ready to give up, the “Wrestling Machine” now slowly uses his left hand as a pry bar to slowly separate the grip of the “Golden Eagle” so that he can sneak out of the back door with a finger lock which he quickly transitions into a beautifully applied wristlock. trying to escape this hold Jack tries to grab the ropes to get out but can’t find them, choosing instead to utilize referee Mickey Vann as a base upon which to flip himself into another armdrag which this time he hits and manages to send the World Light Heavyweight Champion to the apron, almost sending him to the floor save for the fact that the Chicago native was able to grab the top rope and save himself.)

Quadros: Ha! Gaither cheated by using the referee for an advantage!

(But as Nighthawk tries to climb back in the ring Jack surprises him with a textbook high kick to the head followed by the Big Goodbye for the three-count.)

Franks: OH!

Freddy Ferdinand: “The winner of the match… ‘The Golden Eagle’ Jack Gaither.”

Franks: Oh my goodness! Nighthawk took his eye off of Jack Gaither for a moment and the 'Golden Eagle' pounced with authority, picking up a quick victory!

Quadros: Celebrate all you want, Jack. You didn't win the LH Title in this non-title match-up. Ha! What a waste of time!

Franks: I'm sure Wren Chesney and Donail Swiggette had something to do with this. Gaither deserves a shot at the Light Heavyweight Title after defeating Nighthawk!

Quadros: No he doesn't! He sucks and always will suck!

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PASSING OF THE SHOW...AGAIN
Written by: Neil

Co-CEO Donail Swiggette exits the Commissioner's office where The Butcher is standing by with an impatient look upon his face. The two share glances but share no words for the moment as Swiggette just blows past the Commissioner to leave him the room and control for the next hour and a half of the program.

The Butcher: Stick around, Donail. You wouldn't want to miss your brother's punishment.

Donail: I know you are trying to get at me through him, Butcher, but it isn't going to happen! I'm not backing down!

The Butcher: You better back down, Donail, or something worse could happen. Now give me the rest of my show damn it!

Donail: The Hell with you, Butcher. Maybe I'll book one of your family members in a match with Jason Sandman or something. Allow Sandman to use weapons and everything!

The Butcher: You wouldn't dare--

Donail: No I wouldn't because I'm a business man, Butcher. You are not. I know how to make money and watching one of your family members get ripped up in the ring, as good as that would be for me to see, it is not good business.

The Butcher: We'll see how your brother does against Terminus then, won't we? I know I plan on watching up close and personal just to entertain my needs. And all you have to do to make me call off the match is give me the rest of Violation back. That's all I ask.

Donail: Donnie's got this, Butcher. Expect to be surprised. Terminus ain't that tough anyway. Not where we Swiggette's come from. Enjoy your half of the show, Butcher. It may be your last if you keep this up!

With a huff of anger, Mr. Swiggette continues on his way while the Commissioner sneers into the back of his head. Still not getting what he wanted, the Commissioner disappears into his office with anticipation of Donnie Swiggette vs. Terminus on his mind.

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I HOPE WE WIN
Written by: Justin

The scene switches to the back, where we find Omar Owens preparing for his upcoming tag team match with Zex. He is joined by his ever-present manager and agent, Freak Nasty 1. Freak looks a little perturbed, but it doesn't appear Omar is the least bit worried about it.

FN1: You're really going to go through with this?

O2: I'm scheduled for a match. Of course I'm going to fight.

FN1: You're going to team with the same guy who's been tormenting you for two months? The guy who kidnapped me?

O2: There's nothing I can do.

FN1: Of course there is. You can refuse to reach out your hand when Zex is in trouble in the ring and looking to tag you in.

O2: How long have you known me? You know that's something I just can't do.

FN1: Then learn! What if you win? That means you'll have more matches with him!

O2: I hope we do win.

FN1: WHAT?!?

O2: Look at it this way: Zex's goal was to win every single title in PWA. Not only did I stop that from happening on the very first step of his little journey, I'll be on my way to accomplishing that goal myself. How's that going to make him feel?

FN1: You know, I didn't think of it like that. He'll crap bricks. Of course, he'll over react and do something that only a psychopath like he would do, but it'll still be funny to know how frustrated he'll be to see you with two titles. And to know that he helped you get one of them.

O2: Now you can see why I'm actually looking forward to tagging with him.

FN1: The biggest obstacle between you and winning every title in PWA isn't Zex. It's that spare tire you've got right above your waist.

O2: Okay, maybe I'll win all but one of the titles. Or maybe I'll go on a crash diet.

FN1: Let's just concentrate on winning the tag titles before we start thinking about all that.

Omar seems pleased to have Freak back on his side in this and goes back to taping up his wrists for his match.

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NON-TITLE
Donnie Swiggette vs. Terminus ©
Written by: Andrew

~ Cut to a shot of Commissioner Butcher making his way down the ramp as "King of Pain" plays in the back-ground. Butcher wears a wide grin on his face as he situates himself at ring-side in order to have a better view of the next contest...

But that grin disappears when "The Things I Hate" kicks in over the loud-speaker, heralding the appearance of Nightmare, who strolls down to the ringside area and grabs a chair, before seating himself near the Commissioner. The Butcher glares at Nightmare and advises him that his services aren't needed, but the suit-clad former TNW champion simply chuckles in response and responds by saying "Oh...We'll see", as he remains seated at ring side and awaits the announcement of the next match ~

Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a non-title special featured attraction and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first....Weighing in tonight at 247lbs....PWA's Head of Security.....DONNIE SWIGGETTE!!!

~ "You Don't Know Me" by T.I. hit the speakers and Donnie comes right to the stage, clad n his signature basketball shorts with his tattooed torso shining in the arena lights. The Head of Security, of course, is flanked by two hulking members of the Swiggette Security team; the trio wait by the ramp for a moment, until the equally imposing figure of Brutus Pryde steps through the curtain and nods toward Swiggette. Donnie then begins to walks to to the ring, followed by his entourage, after smirking toward the Commissioner, rolls in and bounces on the ropes to warm up as he awaits the arrival of his opponent. ~

Ferdinand: And his opponent, hailing from Calgary, AB, and weighing in at an even 200lbs....This is the current PWA World Heavyweight Champion....This is Glen Watts....This is TERMINUS!

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

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

Twin bursts of white pyrotechnics go off as the main riff of "And Some You Lose" kicks in; heralding the arrival of Terminus. Glen Watts who takes a moment to stare out at the throng in attendance, and then slowly raises one index finger and draws it across his throat in that ever so familiar cut-throat gesture. After doing so, the masked man walks down to the ring, keeping his gaze focused upon the squared circle. The Butcher nods toward Terminus, who doesn't bother to return the gesture as he slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, and then takes a moment to drink in the crowd's cheers. The masked man then makes his way to his corner and crouches down with his head bowed in silent contemplation as he awaits the start of the match. ~

Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed that Board member Ryu Sawada has decided to name SIMON RETTER as the special guest referee in this contest!

~ At that point, Slipknot's "Psychosocial" begins to play over the loud-speaker, and Simon Retter emerges from the back, flanked by the two members of his task force, Clyde Dixon and Kanjou Kobayashi. The three men then stroll down to the ring, completely ignoring the withering stares leveled at them by Swiggette and company, Butcher, AND Terminus. While Kanjou and Clyde place themselves between Butcher and the members of the SST, Simon glances from one competitor to the other and advises them that his word is LAW, before he turns to the time keeper and signals for the opening bell! ~

*DING!*

~ Donnie and Glen step out of their corners and circle the ring for a moment before Swiggete initiates the action by launching a series of jabs that Terminus manages to slip without two much difficulty. However, these blows allow Donnie to close the range on his opponent, and the Head of Security tries to capitalize by launching an uppercut toward his rival's chin. Nope! The masked man beats him with a counter left hook to the jaw that causes Donnie's head to swivel to the side and knocks him back a couple of steps. The World Champion follows up by launching a quick one two to the head, followed by a stiff shoot kick to the leg. However, Swiggette manages to parry each of these strikes and responds with a right hook that glances off his foe's jaw and convinces him to back off for a moment. ~

Franks: Good exchange to begin the match.

Quadros: Yeah, both of these guys are extremely proficient in terms of striking, and both are capable of taking the other out with a single shot. Let's see if they decide to keep it standing, or whether one of them will decide to take it to the ground!

~ After another moment spent circling the ring, Swiggete once again fires a series of jabs, but this time attempts to follow up with double leg takedown. Terminus performs a nice sprawl to stuff this attempt and then cinches in a front chancery and starts to bury knee after knee into the top of his opponent's head! Donnie tries to roll free, but Glen simply rolls with him while keeping the chancery applied, and then starts to bury more knees into his opponent. The Head of Security realizes that he's in a bad position, and tries to squirm free of his opponent and pull himself toward the ropes, but Terminus thwarts this attempt by floating over into the rear mount and applying a Stretch Plum! Now Glen begins to drive elbow after elbow into Swiggette's head, opening a cut along the bridge of his nose. The crowd rises to its feet and cheers as they watch Glen pound away, and the Butcher nods his head in satisfaction because it appears as though the Head of Security will have no other choice but to tap out or be pounded into a state of unconsciousness by Term's onslaught...!!! ~

Franks: This could be it...!!!!

~ ...But then Donnie somehow finds the energy needed to power his way back to his feet, and then reach back to wrap his head around the back of his foe's neck and drop down into a modified Stunner! A stunned Terminus stumbles back into the nearest neutral corner, and Donnie jumps to his feet and follows up with a stiff forearm to the jaw, followed by knife edged chop to the chest! WHOO! The Head of Security throws another forearm, followed by chop to the chest! WHOO! Swiggette then goes downstairs with a two fisted volley of hooks to the body, and then follows up with an Uppercut throat thrust that leaves Glen slumped against the turnbuckles! Swiggette then backs up and breaks out into a nasty grin as he charges forward and leaps forward into a Flying Corner Clothesline that connects FLUSH, causing the masked man to stumble forward and fall face first to the canvas! ~

Quadros: Nasty, nasty striking combination in the corner by Swiggette, and he's got the champion in a lot of trouble at the moment!

~ Donnie lingers in the corner for a moment, with that grin still on his face as he exchanges nods with the members of his security team, before he turns his attention back to his stricken opponent. Swiggette strolls over to where he lies and applies the cover by placing his knee across the chest of his rival, all the while leveling a nasty grin at a non-plussed Butcher: 1...2...Kick Out! Not looking terribly surprised, the Head of Security assumes the mount and rains down a series of punches as his opponent desperately tries to cover up. Rising to his feet, Swiggette then stomps down hard into his rival's gut, causing him to curl up into fetal position, and then delivers a series of five consecutive Knee Stomps to Glen's head! Once he's satisfied that he's done enough damage, Donnie applies the lateral press and grinds his forearm across his opponent's face as Retter tolls the count: 1...2...T-Kick Out! ~

Quadros: Gotta hand it to the Head of Security...He's looking really good, and his ground and pound has been really sharp so far!

Franks: True...But while he's had success keeping Glen grounded, he hasn't been able to put him away. He may have to use some more high impact moves if he wishes to pull off the upset!

~ Swiggette's grin freezes, and then dissolves as he glares down at his foe, but he stays cool and simply pulls him up and scoops him across his shoulders before charging forward and driving his opponent into the mat with a thunderous Running Powerslam! Terminus lies on the mat with his back arched in pain, and Donnie's grin returns as he rises and then makes his way to the nearest neutral corner; the Head of Security quickly scales the turnbuckles and then proceeds to leap off the top into a Diving Elbowdrop to the chest of his opponent! THUMP! It connects! Cover! 1....2...THR-NO! Terminus gets his shoulder off the mat! The fans cheer the champ's display of toughness, but these cheers are silenced when Donnie pulls his rival off the mat, boots him hard in the gut, and then hoists him up and sits out into HIS version of the DOWNTOWN DROP Power-bomb that the Commissioner uses to finish his opponents! ~

Quadros: I LOVE IT! SWIGGETTE JUST NAILED BUTCHER'S CHOSEN ASSASSIN WITH HIS VERY OWN MOVE, AND LOOKS JUST ABOUT READY TO FINISH GLEN OFF!

~ Swiggette smirks at Butcher, who grits his teeth, and then nods his posse as he rises off the mat and waits for his opponent to struggle to his feet. As soon as that happens, Donnie races forward with the intent of crushing his opponent with the Power Tackle that he calls RED DOT! WAIT! Incredibly, Terminus is able to time his opponent and counters by dropping down before grabbing his opponent's leg and rolling him into a High Angle Single Leg Crab! Donnie's eyes go wide with shock and pain, but he simply shakes his head when Retter asks him to quit; instead, he works himself into position where he can roll to his back and then uses his free leg to kick his foe down to the mat before too much damage can be done. Looking more angered that hurt, Donnie climbs to his feet and charges at his foe once again....And once again, Terminus counters The Power Tackle by catching him on the way in with a SICK Flying Knee Strike to the face! ~

* HUGE HIGH IMPACT STRIKE POP!*

~ Donnie lies twitching on the mat with blood gushing out of his nostrils, while Glen takes a deep breath to collect himself. The masked man then directs a cold glare at his opponent as the latter starts to struggle off the mat. Stepping forward, the masked man leaps high into the air and nails Donnie with a Jumping Superkick that causes the head of PWA Security to rocket back on his shoulders before he flops onto his back near the corner! Glen jumps to his feet and then vaults to the top rope, before dropping down into his patented ARABIAN DOUBLE FOOT STOMP that connects flush across foe's torso! Terminus quickly drops down into the mount and returns the favor from earlier by driving a series of punches into his rival's face before he finally applies the cover: 1...2...TH-Kick Out! ~

Franks: Glen's starting to roll, and has connected with some sick striking techniques over the course of the last minute or so! Donnie's a tough, tough guy, but one has to wonder how much more punishment he can absorb!

~ Undaunted, Glen pulls his foe off the canvas into a tight muay thai clinch and then buries knee after knee into his foe's gut; he then cinches in a front facelock and lifts his foe up into Vertical Suplex position before dropping him forward....Directly into the path of another Superkick that sends Donnie crashing to the mat again! Once again, the masked man applies the cover: 1...2...THR-Once again, Donnie Swiggette kicks out! Glen continues to keep the pressure on and quickly pulls his rival up by the arm before pulling him into his grasp and snapping him across the knee with an STO Backbreaker! In one smooth motion, Watts then chains into a Neckbreaker that bounces the back of Donnie's head off the mat! Another cover by Glen, this time with the hook of the leg: 1...2...THREE-NO! NOT QUITE! Swiggette just will not stay down! ~

*CROWN GROANS IN DISBELIEF!*

~ Glen shakes his head in disbelief, and casts a dubious glance toward Simon, who simply holds up two fingers in response. Butcher implores Terminus to stop screwing around and finish his foe; Dixon smirks and calls out to the Commissioner that maybe Glen just isn't capable of completing the task that's been assigned to him. The masked man shoots nasty glares toward both of them, and then turns his attention back to Swiggette in order to silence them. As Donnie drags himself back up to his knees, the champion steps forward and proceeds to SMOKE him with a Spinning Enzuigiri that lands flush to the back of the head, causing him to pitch forward and flop face first to the mat! As the crowd cheers, Terminus then glances toward Butcher and then toward Dixon and slowly draws his index finger across his throat; he then pulls Donnie up into a head lock, and hooks the leg with the obvious intention of executing the Small Package Driver that he calls REQUIEM FOR A DREAM! ~

*ANTICIPATION POP!*

~ ...But before he can execute his finisher, Brutus Pryde climbs onto the ring apron and glowers at Terminus in threatening fashion. Retter steps forward and requests that Pryde step down and allow the match to reach its logical conclusion, but Zex's bodyguard remains unmoved and simply stays where he is. Retter then nods in the direction of his task force; Clyde remains standing in his position at ring side, but Kanjou makes his way over with lightning speed and yanks Pryde down off the mat by the legs to the floor! Brutus jumps up and lashes out at Kobayashi with a wicked Running Lariat...Ducked by Kanjou! OH NO! Brutus' momentum carries him into the path of the Butcher and the Commissioner winds up taking the brunt of this attack!~

Franks: OH! Butcher didn't see that coming as was flipped inside out by Pryde!

Quadros: Well, it serves him right for coming down here to watch this instead of..you know...Doing his job!

~ Pryde stands over Butcher, with a shocked and disgusted expression on his face, but that quickly changes to an expression of pain when Nightmare leaps off the chair and blasts him with a SPEAR! Down goes Brutus! Brutus lies curled up in fetal position, and Kanjou quickly steps forward and pins one of his arms behind his back while applying a nerve hold with the other as he pulls Zex's bodyguard up and frog marches him up the ramp. Meanwhile, Nightmare looks down at the virtually unconscious Butcher with an expression of pity on his face, and then murmurs "C'mon, Butch...Let's get you outta here before you get hurt any more." With that said, he effortlessly hoists Butch up into a Fireman's Carry, and then carts him out of the arena as everyone else inside the ring and at ring side shake their heads in bemusement. ~

Franks: The ringside area has certainly cleared off in a hurry. I can actually hear myself speak....

Quadros: Yeah...I can hear you speak, too...Not that this is a good thing....

~ Glen then turns his attention back to Donnie, who is in the process of rising to his feet, and then boots him hard in the gut to double him over before he sinks in a head-lock and prepares to execute the Requiem. WAIT! Donnie counters by lifting his foe up and dropping him down into an Inverted Atomic Drop! The masked man staggers backward into the strands, and Donnie immediately follows up by racing off the other set of ropes and charging forward into a RED DOT that sends both men hurtling to the arena floor! OH! As Swiggette dusts himself off the two security members make their way over to where Terminus lies and look about ready to put the boots to him. WAIT Donnie calls out and tells them to back the fuck off, because he wants to beat Glen straight up! The SST members stare at Swiggette in shock, but before they can register any objections The Head of Security orders them to leave the arena! ~

Donnie: I got this! Y'all understand!? I...GOT...THIS!

~ As the SST members exchange shrugs and comply with this request, Swigette picks up Terminus and rolls him into the ring, before sliding under the bottom rope behind him. Swiggette quickly applies the lateral press and makes certain to hook the leg: 1.....2......THRE-NO! KICK OUT! Glen throws a shoulder off the mat at the very last split second! Donnie's mouth drops open in disbelief, but he quickly regains his cool and drags his foe up by the hair, before maneuvering behind him so that he can lift him up into a Torture Rack...But before he can connect with the finisher that he calls THE JOB, Dixon climbs onto the ring apron and levels a nasty grin toward Swiggette. Donnie motions for Dixon to come in and bring it, and despite Retter's stern admonishment, Clyde seems ready to oblige this request. But at that point, Glen decides to remind everyone that the match is still going on...And accomplishes that task by jumping up into a super-stiff Standing Dropkick to the back of Donnie's head, causing him to hurtle into Clyde, knocking the Task Force member to the floor in the process. ~

Quadros: I don't think Clyde Dixon will at all impressed with Glen about that....

Franks: I somehow don't think Glen is too concerned about that at the moment....

~ As Retter shakes his head and Clyde fumes on the floor, Terminus smirks through his mask as he drags his stunned opponent off the mat and into a knee to the gut that doubles him over. Glen then sets up The Requiem and pauses for a moment to watch Dixon away from ring side and up the ramp before he lifts his foe up and drops down into that vaunted Small Package Driver, spiking his foe head first into the mat! As the crowd cheers, Terminus immediately chains into a pinning combination and holds onto it as a non-plussed Retter tolls the count: 1..................2.....................THREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! ~

*DING! DING! DING!*

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

~ Retter quickly raises Glen's hand in victory as the latter rises, and then shrugs his shoulders and exits the ring, leaving Terminus alone with Swiggette. The masked man watches Donnie begin to pull himself up to his knees, and appears to contemplate the idea of inflicting further damage. But after a moment, Glen staps back and simply addresses him in a cold voice.~

Terminus: I hope you and your brother got the message, Donnie. 'Cause if you didn't, then the next one that gets sent will be a hell of a lot more painful than this one was.

~ Donnie glares at Terminus as he wipes some blood away from his nose, and mutters something under his breath, leaving Glen alone in the ring to celebrate his win and to bask in the cheers of the crowd. ~

[Neil]

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IN THE COMMISSIONER'S SHADOW
Written by: Neil

Commissioner Butcher is flipping pissed over what transpired during the Donnie Swiggette vs. Terminus match-up! He's roaming the halls in a fit of anger, stomping as he walks back to his office. To make matters worse, Nightmare seems to be following him, and never being a fan of Nightmare, the Commissioner turns and barks at Nightmare, who tries to hide behind some gear boxes.

The Butcher: What are you doing?!

Nightmare doesn't respond as he ducks behind the gear, every once in awhile peeking out to see if the Commissioner is looking.

The Butcher: Damn it! You are such an idiot and always have been! Leave me alone!

With that said, the Commissioner continues on his way towards his office. And just like before, Nightmare steps out from behind the equipment and begins following the Commissioner. Sensing he is still being followed, The Butcher turns around just in time to see Nightmare duck down into a water fountain, acting as if he's been there the whole time.

The Butcher: Ugh! Knock it off! I'm not in the mood!

Again the Commissioner turns to walk away and just like before, Nightmare steps away from the water fountain and begins to follow him. The Commissioner quickly turns around, catching Nightmare off guard, and gets right into his face.

The Butcher: What! Do! You! Want?!

No response from Nightmare as he just stands there with a bemused smile upon his face, enjoying every moment of this. By then, the Commissioner's wife enters the scene as she walks up with her camera hanging from her neck.

Nikki Cortez: What are you doing, Jimmy?

The Butcher: This...IDIOT...won't get off my back! I'm sick of your damn games, Nightmare! The only good thing that came out of TNW closing was that I didn't have to deal with you anymore!

Nightmare: Hey now! That hurts.

The Butcher: Just back off and leave me alone. I don't know what you were trying to prove out there in the ring but I did not appreciate it!

Nightmare looks right at Mrs. Cortez and scoffs.

Nightmare: This is the thanks I get? Geez, I should have asked for a larger payment!

The Butcher: What is he talking about?

Nightmare: I'm your body guard, buddy!

With that revelation, Nightmare slaps the Commissioner on the back, annoying him further. The Butcher glares at his wife.

The Butcher: What is this all about?

Nikki Cortez: I hired him to protect you.

The Butcher: I don't need his protection or anybody's protection!

Nikki Cortez: That's not true. Especially with Wren Chesney and the Swiggette's running around trying to fire you. Not to mention anybody around here who may show up and challenge you to a match. Nightmare is here to watch your back so you can do what you need to do as Commissioner and not worry about frivolous challengers or backstage attacks.

The Butcher: This is ridiculous! I can't believe you did this! And hiring Nightmare of all people! God!

Nikki Cortez: He came highly recommended.

Nightmare throws his hands behind his back like a soldier and soaks in the praise that he is highly recommended.

The Butcher: This is NOT going to happen. Just leave me be, Nightmare! I'm fine!

Nightmare: Not so fast. I wasn't just hired to protect you from the Swiggettes and whoever else you've pissed off. I'm here to protect you from yourself!

The Butcher: I don't need protection from myself!

Nightmare and Nikki Cortez both look at one another and scoff at the Commissioner's response.

Nikki Cortez: Of course you do. You are half the reason you get into the trouble you find yourself in! Nightmare will make sure you behave--

Nightmare: Whoa now, I am not a babysitter. I'm a body guard. A mercenary. I do things for money and whatever else satisfies my needs. I do not warm bottles or change diapers.

The Butcher: I am not a child! Just go away!

Nightmare: No.

The Butcher: Grrr! Make him go away, Nikki! Now!

Nightmare: Not until I am paid in full for my services.

The Commissioner reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet.

The Butcher: Fine! What is it going to cost to make you go away?

Nightmare: You think I'm doing this for money? I don't want your money. She knows what I want. Isn't that right, Mrs. Cortez?

Nightmare smiles as he puts his arm over the shoulder of Nikki Cortez.

The Butcher: Get your hand off of her! What have you done, Nikki?

Nightmare: The thing that any loving wife would do for her husband, isn't that right, Mrs. Cortez?

Nikki Cortez: Yes. I love you dearly, Jimmy. Don't be mad at what I have to do with Nightmare.

The Butcher: What do you mean 'what you have to do with Nightmare?!'

Nikki Cortez: It's okay. I will do it willingly.

Nightmare: Yes she will, Butcher. Willingly...with me...in the middle of the ring...next week!

The Butcher: WHAT?! Get away from her! God damn it!

Nightmare seems to be highly amused by what is going on as he backs away, finally giving the Commissioner his space. By now the Commissioner is fuming mad and gnashing his teeth.

Nightmare: I'll let you two discuss but I will demand my payment. I will see you next week, Mrs. Cortez. And by all means, prepare your body over the next few days because I don't do what I'm going to do to you next week with just anybody. Ciao!

Nightmare's laughter can be heard as he walks down the hall, leaving the Cortez couple to sort out their mess. The Commissioner grumbles through is teeth in anger.

The Butcher: What have you done?!

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THE BOTTOM LINE IS THE BOTTOM LINE
Written by: Will

The lights around the arena flash red, gold and green as attention turns to the appearance of the Reggae Boys, walking out of the gate and down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans as they bounce ringwards, Neville with a mic in his hand.

HERE COME THE HOTSTEPPER (MURDERER!)
I'M THE LYRICAL GANGSTER (MURDERER!)
PICK UP THE CREW IN-A DE AREA (MURDERER!)
STILL LOVE YOU LIKE THAT! (MURDERER!)

The Boys from Kingston step into the ring and Neville lifts the microphone to his lips and addresses the crowd.

NEVILLE: IRIE, ARKANSAS!

A huge pop from the crowd echoes out around the arena.

NEVILLE: Now lissen up, dis Reggae Boy hya com' wid' a lickle problem. See all dese Tag Teams in-a de PWA been talkin' an' talkin' 'bout how dey shud be getting a shot 'pon dem Tag Team Titles. An me bwa hya got sometin' to be sayin' back 'pon dem.

DESMOND: Das right, Neville mon. De finest, ruffest, tuffest, baddest team inna de whole PWA be standing 'ere in front of ya now. So all-a dem bwas inna de back, lissen up. Ya cyaan stop de march pon de titles of dem Reggae Boys, irie? Ya see...

And suddenly Desmond Thomas is cut off by the all too familiar shout of Maxim and those rising chords...

IT'S AN OMEN!

And out from the entrance gate step Chris Card, Natasha and Mr. Murphy, the inseperable trio that have been terrorizing sections of the PWA locker room ever since they stepped through the doors of the Premiere Wrestling Alliance. Card, of course, has a mic in his own hand and is looking, even for himself, uncharacteristically smug. As the fearsome threesome walk up the ramp, Card adds his counterpoint to the Reggea Boys claim.

CARD: Mr Buchanan. Mr Thomas. I'm glad to hear your views on the tag team division. And I'm sure you're best placed to put a “likkin” on the “battys” of the other superstars in the tag division. But you see, in professional wrestling you have to have a sense of perspective. Sometimes you have to reflect on your past career to understand how your future will improve.

As the Reggae Boys attention concentrates on Card and his cohorts walking slowly down the ramp towards them, a figure slides into the ring and positions himself behind the excitable Jamaicans, his face covered in shadow by his hooded sweatshirt.

CARD: To put it in simple terms. What you are doing is concentrating on what is ahead of you. When you should really be concentrating on...

Dramatic pause...

CARD: What's behind you!

And on those words, the Reggae Boys realise that something funny is definitely going on, only for Neville to turn into a BEAUTIFUL dropkick from...CROSS MOTHERF'N RECOBA! Card slides into the ring as Desmond goes to attack Cross, snapping off a precision roundhouse kick to Desmond's temple. As Neville stands up he turns... right into Mr Murphy who instinctively grabs him round the throat, lifts him up,.sits out and delivers an awesome looking HAND OF FATE! Neville covers up and rolls out of the ring, Natasha and Mr Murphy stomping away at him to hurry his departure.

With Neville Buchanan disposed of, Desmond Thomas finds himself with the full attention of Chris Card and Cross Recoba. Card uses his other leg to fire off a roundhouse kick into the Jamaican superstar's stomach, bending him over. Cross gives the nod to Chris Card and the pair get into position. Both men place a leg in front of one of Desmond's, Cross wrapping his right arm around Desmond's chest and Card choking Desmond with his left. In one simultaneous motion this new alliance of Card and Cross hit A RANHEI AND THE STC AT THE SAME TIME! DESMOND IS POWERED DOWN TO THE MAT WITH AUTHORITY! All four of this gathering of interests in the ring stomp down at Thomas, making him roll out of the ring and join his tag team partner, as the weight of numbers forces them to back away.

Amidst a deafening chorus of boos, Chris Card grabs for the discarded microphones that litter the ring. Handing one to Cross Recoba and retaining one for himself, Card allows his new ally to speak first.

RECOBA: What you have just witnessed was a Hostile Takeover. What you have just witnessed was the world of High Finance. Look at what you see in the ring. You have Technical Perfection, one of the finest athletes to ever grace a PWA ring...

Chris Card nods and smiles his cracked gravestone smile...

RECOBA: And you have The Man Who Is Worth A Thousand Bullets, The Blue Chip Stock of Professional Wrestling, The One, The Only, The Irreplaceable, The Irresistible, THE BEST DAMN THING IN PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING TODAY, CROSS RECOBA. Take all your preconceived notions of what a Professional Wrestler should be. Take all your ideas, all your hopes, all your dreams of what you want to see. Because THIS...

Cross Recoba points at Chris Card

RECOBA: AND THIS...

Cross Recoba points at himself.

RECOBA: Are not just what professional wrestling SHOULD be about. We are what professional wrestling is GOING to be about. Together with the ever beautiful support of the Gothic Goddess and our own personal seven foot tall enforcer we are going to perform a Hostile Takeover on anybody who steps in our way.

CARD: You see, when you run with the wolves of High Finance, you learn how to make money. And the best way to make money is to invest in Blue Chip Stock. Blue Chip Stock like Mr Recoba here. If you want to know where the power goes in this federation, you follow the money. And if you want to follow the money, you will always end up at the doors of Chris Card. So from now and for the foreseeable future, if you want to invest in the hottest talent in the PWA, you will be forced to invest in High Finance. Because for Chris Card and Cross Recoba, the bottom line...

RECOBA: IS the bottom line.

CARD: Deal with it.

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PWA WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
Zex & Omar Owens © vs. Jason Sandman © & Captain Howdy ©
Written by: Neil

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

Franks: What an ovation for the new Primetime Champion, Omar Owens! O2 brought home the gold last week after another brutal match with Zex...on a ladder!

Quadros: Owens cheated like he normally does, Carl. Zex should be holding the belt and O2 should be fired. It's the only thing that makes sense!

Franks: You aren't making sense at all, Ray!

The Arena turns black except for the Titan-Tron of which flickers with static; the words “PLEASE STAND BY” flash on the screen followed by a countdown 5...4...3...2...1...0! The static is replaced by a splash of black paint as “Stinkfist” By Tool kicks in over the PA system. Purple spotlights hit the stage to reveal “The Artist” Zex; standing with his arms outstretched in an open handed Christ like pose. Standing behind him is Brutus Pryde, his body guard. Strobe light flash in the darkness Zex slowly lowers his arms as white fireworks shoot up either side of him. Zex followed by the spotlights deliberately walks slowly to the ring in an apathetic way with a huge sneer on his face as if he is looking down his nose at the fans. Pryde follows him towards the ring. Zex rolls inside the ring and stares down Omar Owens, who rubs the shiny new Primetime Title belt around his waist.

Franks: How these two will co-exist tonight as a team remains to be seen. They will have their work cut out for them and if they are somehow able to win, it will be a major upset in my mind after what they've done to each other this year.

Quadros: This is how we make ratings, Carl. Zex has risen our ratings 10-fold since he rejoined the roster!

Franks: You are out of your mind, Ray!

Quadros: His artwork is on display every week! We are seeing a genius produce his life's work before our very eyes!

Suddenly “Blood Brothers” by Papa Roach kicks up and the crowd goes into a mixed reaction for the current PWA Tag Team Champions. Out steps Captain Howdy with the belt around his waist and slowly but surely Jason Sandman follows out behind him. The two stand side-by-side and raise their hands in the air as the letters M.-A.-D. begins flashing over the video screen above.

Franks: At last, Mutually Assured Destruction have reformed to defend the Tag Team Titles after months of the division being in question!

Quadros: It's all Jason Sandman's fault. Everything usually is. His 'retirement' set the PWA back this year and now he thinks he's just going to ride on in like he's John Wayne, demanding everything under the sun. I can't wait for him to be fired!

The duo known as Mutually Assured Destruction walks down to the ring while their opponents, Zex and O2, stand firm and showing no fear. Captain Howdy enters the ring from the right while Jason Sandman enters from the left. They both meet in the middle of the ring, face-to-face with Zex and Omar Owens. All four men are jawing back and forth, trying to get a psychological edge before the bell is rung.

Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen, this is tonight's main event! This match shall be conducted under regular pinfall or submission rules as the PWA World Tag Team Championship belts are on the line!

The crowd cheers as both teams shut their mouths for the moment but remain standing toe-to-toe and unwavering.

Ferdinand: Introducing first, the challengers. Weighing in at a combined weight of 482-pounds, please welcome ZEX and the Primetime Champion OMAR OOOOOWENS!!

Zex and O2 raise their hands over their heads, showing some form of solidarity as they try to intimidate the Tag Team Champions. Howdy and Sandman show no signs of backing down.

Ferdinand: And their opponents weighting in at a combined weight of 549-pounds, they are the current PWA World Tag Team Champions....CAPTAIN HOWDY and JASON SANDMAN....MUTUALLY. ASSURED. DESTRUCTIOOOON!!

The crowd howls as Captain Howdy nods his head with approval, standing face-to-face with Zex. Jason Sandman steps up into Omar Owens and punches him right in the face! The crowd pops as Referee Sasha Brown calls for the bell...

DING!!

Franks: And just like that we are underway!

Quadros: Leave it to Sandman to punch somebody in the face for all Hell to break loose.

It sure has as Sandman is backing Owens up with a flurry of right hands while Captain Howdy and Zex trade blows back and forth! Right by Howdy! Left from Zex! Right from Howdy! Left from Zex! Right! Left! Right! Left! Sandman has Owens backed up against the ropes! Right! Right! Right! Oh! Knee to the midsection by Captain Howdy on Zex! Captain Howdy whips Zex to the ropes while Sandman bounces O2 off of the cables his back is against. O2 leap frogs Zex and jumps on Captain Howdy with a Thesz Press! Zex runs on through and hits Sandman in the chin with a leaping elbow strike!

Franks: Oh! Zex and Owens seems to be on the same page at the moment!

Quadros: They might know each other too well at this point, Carl.

O2 is hammering away on Howdy with straight right hands while Zex has Jason Sandman pinned up against the ropes, kicking him in the stomach muay thai style. Kick! Kick! Kick! Whoa high kick to the head of Jason Sandman, sending him flailing over the top rope and down to the floor! Omar Owens gets up off of the stunned Captain Howdy before bringing the Tag Team Champion to his feet. O2 whips Howdy while he waits on the receiving end with Zex! Owens and Zex collect Captain Howdy with a double man face plant! Captain Howdy bounces off of the canvass and rolls out of the ring holding his nose while he regroups with Jason Sandman! O2 and Zex stare each other down as the tension is still tight between the two, both wondering just when the other will back stab the other!

Franks: Owens and Zex are on a roll while Mutually Assured Destruction are left outside of the ring, wondering what happened!

Quadros: And they are both wearing their Tag Team Title belts still! No time to remove them as this match got underway in a hurry!

The crowd is cheering “Owens! Owens! Owens!” while the Tag Team Champions finally remove their belts, handing them to Freddy Ferdinand. Referee Sasha Brown issues a one-on-one affair so sombody must go to the apron damn it. “Owens! Owens! Owens!” O2 points to the crowd, telling Zex that the people want him so he should hit the apron before he sends him their personally. Zex starts pointing at the crowd himself, telling them all to kiss his ass. He's the artist! He's the better wrestler! He's the one the people pay to see! O2 has enough of Zex's antics and grabs him by the back of the tights, flipping him over the top rope and down to the floor below!

Franks: I guess Zex is resigned to corner duty for the moment despite all his high praise.

Jason Sandman slides into the ring while O2's back is turned, not even consulting with Captain Howdy. He clubs Omar Owens from behind before pushing him against the ropes. Forearm to the face of O2! Stomp to the gut doubles over the Primetime Champion. Knee to the side of the head sends Owens scrambling backwards into a corner. While Zex and Howdy make their way to the apron, Jason Sandman is quickly putting some aggressive knee strikes to the stomach of O2 in the corner despite Referee Sasha Brown telling him to give Owens room. Knee! Knee! Knee! Knee! Sandman pulls Owens in tight and...belly-to-belly suplex rocks the ring with Owens body! O2 clutches his lower back in pain! Freak Nasty 1 stands on the outside wincing with him!

Quadros: Sandman is bringing the pain, Carl.

Follow up cover by Sandman...1!...2!...KICK OUT! Forearm to the face by Sandman as Zex starts barking out at O2 not to ruin his artwork! Sandman pulls Owens up by the head...wait! O2 breaks through the grasp and fires a right hand into the chin of Sandman! Right hand again! Right! Right! Backing Sandman up with another right! “Owens! Owens! Owens!” The Primetime Champion sends Sandman towards the cables with a whip! The big man bounces off and gets dropped by a stiff standing dropsault from O2!

Franks: Omar Owens rebounds!

Sandman pops up but his feet are wobbling. O2 dodges the wild clothesline attempt and goes around the back! German suplex! Bridge! 1!...2!...THR...KICK OUT!! They both scramble to their feet...again Sandman with a wild clothesline and again O2 ducks and goes around the back! German suplex #2! Bridge #2! 1!...2!...THR...KICK OUT!! “Owens! Owens! Owens!”

Back to their feet and Omar Owens throws a knife-edge chop! WHOOO! Another! WHOOO! Another! WHOOO! He backs Sandman up into the corner where Zex is. Chop! WHOOO! Sandman is stunned in the corner, leaving himself open for more O2 offense. Owens climbs the second turnbuckle and starts hammering away on Sandman as the crowd counts! One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! TEN!! Owens gets off of Sandman and lets the Tag Team Champion stagger out of the corner...TAG!! BOOOOO!!

Franks: Oh come on! Zex with a blind tag on Omar Owens when everything was just fine!

Quadros: Ha! Zex must not like what he's seeing and you don't tell an artist what to do, Carl!

Zex leaps into the ring with a slingshot dropkick to the side of Sandman's head while O2 looks absolutely disgusted over what his “partner” has done. FN1 starts barking at Brutus Pryde over Zex's actions but the body guard only smiles. O2 is ushered to the ring apron while Zex assumes control of the match. Zex follows up with some stomps to the head and face of Sandman before making a cover...1!...2!...THR...KICK OUT! Zex with a punch! Punch! Punch! Hammer blow! Punch! He pulls Sandman up by the head and sends him for a ride into a neutral corner. Sandman slams the turnbuckles hard but here comes Zex with a running sprint...WHAM! Jason Sandman just exploded out of the corner with a massive clothesline that laid Zex out like an ironing board!

Franks: Zex may have learned his lesson there!

Quadros: I don't think that was the masterpiece he had in mind, Carl.

Sandman shakes his head to get it back on straight before peeling Zex up off the canvass. He sends Zex into the corner hard. Bull rush from Sandman puts a shoulder right to the midsection. Shoulder! Shoulder! Shoulder! Shoulder! Zex collapses out of the corner and falls onto his hands before getting punted in the head! Cover by Jason Sandman as O2 watches! 1!...2!...THREE...KICK OU!! Referee Sasha Brown says the shoulder was up!

Franks: Close call right there as O2 didn't seem ready or willing to make a save.

Sandman lays in the stomps while Captain Howdy reaches out for a tag in while the opening is there. Sandman isn't finished yet though as he pulls Zex up off the mat and sends him for the ride towards the ropes. Off comes Zex into a thundering spinebuster that leaves him on the mat clutching his head! Cover! 1!...2!...THR...KICK OUT!! Brutus Pryde starts pounding the ring apron to keep Zex in this match.

Franks: Zex took most of that spinebuster right on the back of his neck and head!

Quadros: And he still kicked out. How awesome is he?

Sandman once again sends Zex into a corner where Captain Howdy is waiting. Sandman tags in Captain Howdy and here we go. Captain Howdy right off the bat starts landing a series of rights and lefts to the kidneys of Zex. Right! Left! Right! Left! Right! Left! Zex is doubled over in the corner but not for long. Snap suplex by Captain Howdy gives his opponent some whiplash! Captain Howdy grabs the seated Zex by the head and yanks him backwards, ramming his skull into the canvass. Knee drop to the face! Hooks the leg...1!...2!...TH...KICK OUT!! Brutus Pryde looks on with some concern.

Captain Howdy applies a Time Out sleeper hold on the mat which in turn sends Zex's arms flailing out for a rope break. The ropes are no where to be found as the crowd cheers for him to sleep. Referee Sasha Brown asks Zex if he gives up while Brutus Pryde is pounding the mat...He is NOT giving up! Pound. Pound. Pound. Pound the apron! Captain Howdy clamps down further as Zex appears to be fading. His arm goes limp and Referee Brown checks on his condition. She raises his arm up in the air...It falls! The crowd cheers! She raises his arm again...It falls again! The crowd is even louder as Brutus Pryde is beside himself! Referee Sasha Brown raises Zex's arm one more time and... and... and... He holds it up!

Franks: Zex still has life!

Quadros: Nobody cares about your Zex life, Carl!

Zex throws back an elbow into Captain Howdy's sternum. Another elbow! Another! Another as he's trying to get to his feet! One more to break free from Captain Howdy's grasp! Zex turns around, kick to the midsection...No! Captain Howdy catches his foot! Enzuigiri kick by Zex! No! Ducked by Captain Howdy! Howdy spins Zex around and BAM! Roll the Dice neckbreaker! Captain Howdy hooks the leg! 1!...2!...2.999737541486!! Clutch KICK OUT from Zex!!

Captain Howdy lays in the stomps to his opponent as he keeps the pressure on. He peels the stunned Zex up off the mat, kicking him in the stomach. Captain Howdy sends him towards the ropes and looks to collect him on the rebound. Zex shocks Howdy with a hurricane rana DDT! Both men are down!

Franks: Look at Omar Owens, holding out his hand for a tag! He wants this victory!

Zex fumbles to his feet and sees that O2 is holding out his hand for the tag. Will he tag out? Freak Nasty 1 is telling him to tag out! Now Brutus Pryde is telling FN1 to shut up!

Franks: Oh boy it looks like Freak Nasty 1 and Brutus Pryde may get into it!

Quadros: Pryde would squash Freak like an ant!

Captain Howdy gets to his hands and knees just as Zex's opening is beginning to close. He grabs hold of Zex's foot to slow him down. Zex kicks him in the head! Howdy is still hanging on. Kick! Kick! Kick! One more kick and Captain Howdy loses his foot hold! Zex lunges forward and TAGS in Omar Owens!

Franks: Zex actually tagged out to O2! I'm surprised!

The Primetime Champion re-enters the ring and collects the rising Captain Howdy. Body slam on Howdy! Elbow drop by O2! “Owens! Owens! Owens!” He pulls Howdy up and lifts him for a vertical suplex! Connects! Slides in for a cover! 1!...2!...THREE...KICK OUT says Sasha Brown! O2 locks on a Full Nelson...Slam! Captain Howdy is back down again! Owens runs towards the ropes and Oh! Jason Sandman yanked down the ropes which caused Omar Owens to spill to the outside!

Franks: Cheap move by Jason Sandman!

Quadros: Would you expect anything less?

Sandman takes complete advantage of the situation as he pops off the apron and starts pounding on O2 with illegal stomps. Freak Nasty 1 is irate and starts yelling at Referee Brown to do something. Sandman pulls Owens up and rams him spine first into the barricade! Brown starts to warn Sandman to knock it off or be disqualified and stripped of the belts! Sandman relents and rolls Owens back into the ring.

Quadros: The damage has been done, Carl. This crowd has gone silent.

By now Captain Howdy has semi-recovered as he's back to his feet. He's waiting on Owens to get up. Just as he does, Captain Howdy latches on the POP-TOP HEAD Tongan deathgrip/Mandible claw! O2's arms flail about with surprise! OH! Captain Howdy lifts him and plants him on the mat with a chokeslam from the position! He still has the Pop-top Head locked on!

Franks: Oh my! What a show of strength from Captain Howdy!

Quadros: Tap out!

The Primetime Champion may just do that! He's trying to hang on but Captain Howdy is locked on tight. Referee Sasha Brown asks O2 if he gives up...No he doesn't yet! “Owens! Owens! Owens!” Wait! Here comes Zex into the ring illegally! He grabs Captain Howdy by the hair with both hands! Hairpull bulldog forced the hold to break and Howdy to eat the canvass!

Franks: Zex may have just saved the day!

Referee Sasha Brown is reading Zex the riot act for the illegal maneuvers while he's pulling O2 back towards his corner. Jason Sandman is now doing the same to Captain Howdy as both teams are looking to make tag outs easier! Sandman and Zex both back on the apron as their partners are nearby...Tag! Tag! In comes Zex! In comes Sandman! Sandman throws the clothesline but Zex ducks under and runs towards the ropes. Bounces off just as Sandman telegraphs a back body drop. Kick to the chest by Zex to botch it! He stands up Sandman with that kick! Zex throws a back kick but Sandman catches it. He pulls Zex in tight and boom! Delayed over-the-head belly-to-belly suplex! Sandman shoots in for a cover! 1!...2!...THRE...KICK OUT!!

Quadros: There's a shoulder!

Jason Sandman puts Zex in position for the First Born's Demise powerbomb! He lifts Zex up but Zex counters with a face plant! Sandman is down!

Franks: Zex is going to the top turnbuckle!

He sure is with the opening. He leaps to the top and looks down. Wait! Captain Howdy! Captain Howdy is wiggling the ropes to see if he can make Zex lose his balance! Omar Owens runs into the ring illegally and sprints across, taking Captain Howdy out with a suicide dropkick through the ropes! Howdy and O2 land on the floor! Zex is still on his feet but not for long as he takes off...NEO-ZEX-APPEAL 360 shooting star press! CONNECTS! He hooks the leg of Jason Sandman as the crowd groans...1!...2!.......THREE!!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Ferdinand: The winners of this match and NEW Premiere Wrestling Alliance Tag Team Champions.....OMAR OWENS annnnnnd ZEXXXX!!

“Stinkfist” kicks up as Zex snatches the PWA Tag Team Championship belts from Referee Sasha Brown. He throws one out of the ring towards Omar Owens and looks at his winded tag team partner. Zex is yelling how he did this! This was his vision!

Franks: Come on, give me a break! Zex wouldn't have won that belt without the help of Omar Owens and he knows it!

Quadros: Who issued the challenge, Carl? Zex did! This is all his genius thinking!

The crowd boos Zex as he plays himself up to be a god amongst men. That is until Omar Owens picks up his Tag Team Title belt AND his Primetime Championship and raises them both over his head! Zex goes silent for a moment before spouting off that O2 cheated to win the Primetime Title.

Franks: Yeah! That's right! Omar Owens is a double champion! Don't you forget that Zex!

Quadros: Oh cram it, Carl. You are such a homer.

Franks: Facts are facts, Ray. Mutually Assured Destruction's tag team title reign is finally over and so is this broadcast! Hope you enjoyed it folks! See you next week for Violation 124 on the PTN Network!